I know, I know, I haven't gotten around to doing the Christmas and holiday pictures yet... but in the meantime you might enjoy this little anecdote about the kids.
So the other day K was driving down the road when the kids rudely awakened her to the sad realization that our economic situation is not quite what she enjoyed as a fashionable (read single) young lady. As she was passing a rather large structure, the kids began to ask her what it was and then inquire as to why it was there. That was the moment in which she realized her kids did not know what a mall is! Want to know what our kids are familiar with?
Let's just say the phrase "Welcome to Walmart" is more than just a catchy slogan at our house. K says let's go to the store and the kids immediately start up like broken record players: "Welcome to Walmart! Welcome to Walmart! Welcome to Walmart!" In the car on the way there they sit waving to each other like old should-be-retired people "Welcome to Walmart! Welcome to Walmart!" As she walks toward the store the bunch to the front of the cart to greet the "greeter": "Welcome to Walmart! Welcome to Walmart!" After welcoming and being welcomed by the greeter to Walmart they finally settle down and beg K to buy them a treat.
Let's just say that sometimes when I come home the kids are sitting at the front door waving at me saying, "Welcome to Walmart! Welcome to Walmart!"
The other day I took them on some errands by myself. As we pulled up to Bed, Bath, and Beyond B asked me, "Is this the mall?"
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The Wiimote Phantom
While I haven't yet taken the time to upload pictures from the Christmas break, I thought I would go ahead and share a little experience that occurred while the whole extended family was up at the cabin.
Quite possibly the single most used item at the cabin this year was the Wii game system. It seemed (while it was dark enough to see the screen) somewhere, at any given time, someone was playing a game on the Wii. Well, one cloudy afternoon I happened to be playing a game when K asked me to cover her with a blanket. So I paused the game, stood up, placed my remote on the back of the couch next to my brother's head, put a blanket it over her, turned around and my remote was gone. It was that simple. It was nowhere to be found.
Let me describe the circumstances. All the kids where taking a nap (well, cousin H was apparently just waking up in her room), all the dogs were outside, and with the exception of one or two people everybody at the cabin in that moment was in that room.
At first everyone thought I was trying to be funny. That I'd hid it and was pretending. We quickly progressed from that stage to systematically dismantling the entire room. This included a thorough dismemberment of each piece of furniture. K even went so far as to explore all the exits from the room. Sometime in the middle of it, cousin H woke up and Auntie E left to see to her. Eventually,we called Fred and Velma to come to the rescue in the Mystery Van, but Scooby-Doo had apparently raided the trash and gotten sick all over the inside of the van so they couldn't come. After we were about to give up, Uncle D arrived back from some errand. Knowing that we are a bunch of idiots and that he possesses superior knowledge and logical skills granted him from the Air Force he directed us in a reenactment of the entire scene before wildly searching couch cushions himself.
This where things really get funny. While Uncle D was inspecting the couch me and N had been sitting on, the remote signal from my controller appeared back on the screen briefly a few times. This led to renewed search energies and the attempts of people to start waving individual couch cushions at the screen. As if that doesn't sound crazy enough, we actually picked the entire couch up and shook it at the screen.
Well after searching fruitlessly for the better part of an afternoon I finally went and got a remote that wasn't being used (which is what I probably should have done in the first place). About five minutes back into our game, Cousin H innocently walked into the room (we don't even know where from as apparently everybody had stopped watching her in the heat of the search) dangling the lost remote between two fingers. She walked up, handed it to me, and walked away again without a single word.
Many have come up with their own interpretation of what happened by mingling the philosophies of men with scripture, but personally I think the three nephites have to do something for entertainment every once in a while.
Quite possibly the single most used item at the cabin this year was the Wii game system. It seemed (while it was dark enough to see the screen) somewhere, at any given time, someone was playing a game on the Wii. Well, one cloudy afternoon I happened to be playing a game when K asked me to cover her with a blanket. So I paused the game, stood up, placed my remote on the back of the couch next to my brother's head, put a blanket it over her, turned around and my remote was gone. It was that simple. It was nowhere to be found.
Let me describe the circumstances. All the kids where taking a nap (well, cousin H was apparently just waking up in her room), all the dogs were outside, and with the exception of one or two people everybody at the cabin in that moment was in that room.
At first everyone thought I was trying to be funny. That I'd hid it and was pretending. We quickly progressed from that stage to systematically dismantling the entire room. This included a thorough dismemberment of each piece of furniture. K even went so far as to explore all the exits from the room. Sometime in the middle of it, cousin H woke up and Auntie E left to see to her. Eventually,we called Fred and Velma to come to the rescue in the Mystery Van, but Scooby-Doo had apparently raided the trash and gotten sick all over the inside of the van so they couldn't come. After we were about to give up, Uncle D arrived back from some errand. Knowing that we are a bunch of idiots and that he possesses superior knowledge and logical skills granted him from the Air Force he directed us in a reenactment of the entire scene before wildly searching couch cushions himself.
This where things really get funny. While Uncle D was inspecting the couch me and N had been sitting on, the remote signal from my controller appeared back on the screen briefly a few times. This led to renewed search energies and the attempts of people to start waving individual couch cushions at the screen. As if that doesn't sound crazy enough, we actually picked the entire couch up and shook it at the screen.
Well after searching fruitlessly for the better part of an afternoon I finally went and got a remote that wasn't being used (which is what I probably should have done in the first place). About five minutes back into our game, Cousin H innocently walked into the room (we don't even know where from as apparently everybody had stopped watching her in the heat of the search) dangling the lost remote between two fingers. She walked up, handed it to me, and walked away again without a single word.
Many have come up with their own interpretation of what happened by mingling the philosophies of men with scripture, but personally I think the three nephites have to do something for entertainment every once in a while.
Monday, January 7, 2008
If You're Not Quite Ready to Go Back to Work
So for the last month or so I've been saving but not publishing posts to our blog (with the exception of the elves for Christmas). It's just that I know if I publish a post I won't go back and edit it into final form for my journal. So if you're bored, or don't really want to start on those new year's resolutions or anything else of that nature, then you're welcome. To get completely caught up you'll have to go back quite a ways, but I've made it so that everything new should show up on this page. If you don't care, then why did you even read this little post you complainer?
Glimpses of the Kids
Here are a few notes I've jotted down in my little notebook over the last month or so:
So, the other day B and Little K were driving with Grandma or Auntie A (I can't remember), and someone looked back to see Little K picking her nose. They told her not to put it in her mouth.... so what does she do? She eats of course! After which, she exclaimed "I like boogers!"
Little K is so cute. We don't know where she came up with it, but the just recently she's started calling K, "Mama Mia!" When she realized that was funny she started calling me, "Daddy Mia!" Lately, she's been feeling a little pressed by the upcoming arrival of A, and has been doing all in her power to revert to being a "baby". Aside from calling herself "the baby", she's has been throwing tantrums to have a pacifier (which she hasn't used in 6 months), and the other day she put up a throw-down knock-out fight for us to pull out her high chair (which she hasn't used in over a year). Wow.
I took the kids to watch BYU play Pepperdine in basketball. I figured that we out to go see at least one team while it's actually ranked before we move. The kids had a lot of fun. We got a bucket of popcorn the size of Little K and cup of soda the size of B's leg and then we went to find seats that were better than the seats we actually bought tickets for (it really doesn't matter at a BYU basketball game). The kids kept calling the BYU Cougar a bear, and everytime people would stand up or clap the kids were right along with them. They even tried to sing the BYU fight song. It was so much fun. They had no clue what was going on or why people would cheer, but they weren't going to let everybody have such a good time without them. B got so fixed on the game that Little K actually stole the popcorn and soda and slipped down to the bench in front of us to eat them all by herself. B has been really into numbers lately, so when he realized that everybody had a number on them, figured that was the game. He would call out different numbers and race me to find them on somebody's jersey. It was going pretty good until, with about 10 minutes left in the game B asked if we were going to play his game when we got home. (Nini got him a Wii for Christmas and almost every night we play a level of Super Mario Galaxy before we go to bed). Well, due to the time of the game, I told him that we were just going to go to bed when we got home. He flipped out and threw a tantrum and we had to leave the game early.
The other day I asked B to help Little K with something because she doesn't know as much as he does. Well, B didn't really want to help her, so he turned to her and asked, "K do you know as much as I do?" To which she said, "Yeah!" He turned back to me and said, "See, Dad". Lately these kids have been questioning everything at the source. If I said K said or did something, or if I mention something else about anybody, the first thing these kids do is go ask that person if what I said was true. I hope I can teach them to always do that.
At night sometimes I give the kids piggyback rides to bed. As I gallop to their rooms I usually am yelling something along the lines of "I'm a big fat pig!" Well, now the kids think that "bigfat" is one word and they think it's funny. Everything now is "bigfat", including things that might be a little sensitive. The other day as K was walking by, B asked her how "her bigfat belly" was doing. When I was getting dressed the other day B remarked, " Those are some "bigfat" pants Dad!" So far we've been successful in keeping these remarks from the general public.
Every night before Christmas this year a little elf from Santa Claus has been sitting in our home watching the kids. He goes back to Santa every night to report and then in the morning he comes back to hide in a different spot. The kids jump up in the morning to run and see who can spot him first. They've been so excited that Kallie can't help but tell EVERYBODY that, "Alphabet leaves at night and goes to a different spot in the morning!" Usually she tells them more than once.... like repeating it over and over without taking a breath until she is out of their presence.
The other morning I was up before anybody else. I thought I heard something outside the bathroom after I put my contacts in, and opened the door to find B trying peek under. He popped up and laughed, and I asked if he wanted to come in the bathroom with me. He replied, "No, I'm going back to bed to get more energy so I can play ALL DAY!" What a kid.
The other day I asked the kids how they were doing with Alphabet watching them. B said, "I've been good!" To which Little K added in a very demure tone (for a 2 year old) "I've been bad!"
One of B's chores is to feed the dogs every day. Since our new dog Apollo came a little on the skinny side, we feed him as much as he'll eat. He finished all of his food one morning so I asked B if he wanted to put more food in Apollo's bowl. "No, but thanks for askin', " he replied as he ran off.
Last Sunday in church B was getting really inpatient. Finally, he turned to me and in a not-so-quite-voice asked, "Dad, how many days have we been here?!"
So, the other day B and Little K were driving with Grandma or Auntie A (I can't remember), and someone looked back to see Little K picking her nose. They told her not to put it in her mouth.... so what does she do? She eats of course! After which, she exclaimed "I like boogers!"
Little K is so cute. We don't know where she came up with it, but the just recently she's started calling K, "Mama Mia!" When she realized that was funny she started calling me, "Daddy Mia!" Lately, she's been feeling a little pressed by the upcoming arrival of A, and has been doing all in her power to revert to being a "baby". Aside from calling herself "the baby", she's has been throwing tantrums to have a pacifier (which she hasn't used in 6 months), and the other day she put up a throw-down knock-out fight for us to pull out her high chair (which she hasn't used in over a year). Wow.
I took the kids to watch BYU play Pepperdine in basketball. I figured that we out to go see at least one team while it's actually ranked before we move. The kids had a lot of fun. We got a bucket of popcorn the size of Little K and cup of soda the size of B's leg and then we went to find seats that were better than the seats we actually bought tickets for (it really doesn't matter at a BYU basketball game). The kids kept calling the BYU Cougar a bear, and everytime people would stand up or clap the kids were right along with them. They even tried to sing the BYU fight song. It was so much fun. They had no clue what was going on or why people would cheer, but they weren't going to let everybody have such a good time without them. B got so fixed on the game that Little K actually stole the popcorn and soda and slipped down to the bench in front of us to eat them all by herself. B has been really into numbers lately, so when he realized that everybody had a number on them, figured that was the game. He would call out different numbers and race me to find them on somebody's jersey. It was going pretty good until, with about 10 minutes left in the game B asked if we were going to play his game when we got home. (Nini got him a Wii for Christmas and almost every night we play a level of Super Mario Galaxy before we go to bed). Well, due to the time of the game, I told him that we were just going to go to bed when we got home. He flipped out and threw a tantrum and we had to leave the game early.
The other day I asked B to help Little K with something because she doesn't know as much as he does. Well, B didn't really want to help her, so he turned to her and asked, "K do you know as much as I do?" To which she said, "Yeah!" He turned back to me and said, "See, Dad". Lately these kids have been questioning everything at the source. If I said K said or did something, or if I mention something else about anybody, the first thing these kids do is go ask that person if what I said was true. I hope I can teach them to always do that.
At night sometimes I give the kids piggyback rides to bed. As I gallop to their rooms I usually am yelling something along the lines of "I'm a big fat pig!" Well, now the kids think that "bigfat" is one word and they think it's funny. Everything now is "bigfat", including things that might be a little sensitive. The other day as K was walking by, B asked her how "her bigfat belly" was doing. When I was getting dressed the other day B remarked, " Those are some "bigfat" pants Dad!" So far we've been successful in keeping these remarks from the general public.
Every night before Christmas this year a little elf from Santa Claus has been sitting in our home watching the kids. He goes back to Santa every night to report and then in the morning he comes back to hide in a different spot. The kids jump up in the morning to run and see who can spot him first. They've been so excited that Kallie can't help but tell EVERYBODY that, "Alphabet leaves at night and goes to a different spot in the morning!" Usually she tells them more than once.... like repeating it over and over without taking a breath until she is out of their presence.
The other morning I was up before anybody else. I thought I heard something outside the bathroom after I put my contacts in, and opened the door to find B trying peek under. He popped up and laughed, and I asked if he wanted to come in the bathroom with me. He replied, "No, I'm going back to bed to get more energy so I can play ALL DAY!" What a kid.
The other day I asked the kids how they were doing with Alphabet watching them. B said, "I've been good!" To which Little K added in a very demure tone (for a 2 year old) "I've been bad!"
One of B's chores is to feed the dogs every day. Since our new dog Apollo came a little on the skinny side, we feed him as much as he'll eat. He finished all of his food one morning so I asked B if he wanted to put more food in Apollo's bowl. "No, but thanks for askin', " he replied as he ran off.
Last Sunday in church B was getting really inpatient. Finally, he turned to me and in a not-so-quite-voice asked, "Dad, how many days have we been here?!"
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