Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Around here we have a constant struggle for TV rights; who gets to watch TV on the flat screen in the living room. Some where along the lines the kids came up with the rule that if they all 3 cannot agree on a program that the TV must go off. I have no idea where they came up with that rule (certainly not from me yelling in sheer frustration "If you don't stop arguing the stupid thing is going OFF!!) We have 4 televisions in this house, and yet they still feel the need to argue!
But when Palmer comes home? All that stops! Why? Because dad is the king of the remote. Dad doesn't give a flying leap if you are desperate to find out if Hannah Montana will make it through her latest escapade, that remote, and thus Ultimate Power, belong to him.
All electronics fall under his jurisdiction.
Including headphones and ear buds. Palmer goes through them at an amazing rate, so he is always claiming other peoples. Last night he even claimed the last pair I had in the car dvd case! He goes thorough roughly a pair a month, because he tends to leave them laying around where Izzy can find them. And once Izzy gets a hold of a pair of headphones , they are done for! He pulls ear pieces off like other kids pull off wings on bugs. The rest of us have learned to hide our headphones from both Palmer and Izzy.
I've just learned to DVR what I want to watch then watch it later when they are all gone to school and work.
I think that makes me the winner in this battle!
All better! I trimmed those frayed edges and I am back to my bouncy self! It is amazing what a day with the family at Disney World can do! See, it really is the Magical Kingdom! I thought for sure after chasing a toddler, a husband and 4 kids (yes 4 - Tyler brought his girlfriend Melissa with us) all over the park, I would be sore today. But, other than my arm muscle being a bit tight from doing a lot of Izzy holding, I don't have a sore spot on my body, not even my feet! Can I get a woot woot?
I'm very proud of Tyler. He was nominated to be a student ambassador next summer. We have completed the application process, and are waiting on the interview. But if he is finally selected, he will head to the UK next summer. He was the only student in his school nominated, and one of out of 100 in the entire Orlando area. It was not based on grades (thankfully - because he is not a straight A student), but based on merit, citizenship, and behavior. I knew he was a special kid, and it does my heart warm to know that others feel the same way!
Not to mention that it is nice to know that he behaves well when he is not under the watchful eye of his mom!
I just chased Izzy down and licked frosting off of his chubby little baby leg...
It is far less cannibalistic than it sounds. I swear.
In an effort to get out of the friggen house before I go completely insane, um I meant to say...
In an effort to get out of the house and start meeting people, I signed up to take a cake decorating class at a local cupcake bakery. Besides a weekly chance to get out of the house, meet some very nice people, and a chance to partake in some very tasty cupcakes (nom nom nom), I am also learning a very handy skill. Or at least I hope it will be a handy skill. I do love to bake, so decorating the things I love to bake could be fun.
Each week we need to bring our own butter cream frosting to class. (yummm, butter cream). So today I whipped up a batch, dyed it blue for fun, and let Izzy lick the spatula. Something he has never gotten to do before. Instant hit!
But then I noticed a dab of blue on his leg after I washed him all off.
So, of course, I chased him down, scooped him up, and licked his leg.
It is far less cannibalistic than it sounds. I swear.
In an effort to get out of the friggen house before I go completely insane, um I meant to say...
In an effort to get out of the house and start meeting people, I signed up to take a cake decorating class at a local cupcake bakery. Besides a weekly chance to get out of the house, meet some very nice people, and a chance to partake in some very tasty cupcakes (nom nom nom), I am also learning a very handy skill. Or at least I hope it will be a handy skill. I do love to bake, so decorating the things I love to bake could be fun.
Each week we need to bring our own butter cream frosting to class. (yummm, butter cream). So today I whipped up a batch, dyed it blue for fun, and let Izzy lick the spatula. Something he has never gotten to do before. Instant hit!
But then I noticed a dab of blue on his leg after I washed him all off.
So, of course, I chased him down, scooped him up, and licked his leg.
Nothing beats going to Sonic for ice cream at 9 pm, just because it is a Wednesday.
That is all.
That is all.
The big 3 got out of school last week. Today marks the start of a summer at home with them. I'm looking at this with a mixture of dread and excitement. Last summer we were in Vegas. They had friends and were busy constantly. Now we are in our new home. We don't know any of our neighbors, none of them seem to have kids.
I have visions of this summer being wonderful, with it being just the family. Of the kids finding out that their siblings can be friends too, and all of us swimming, and playing games, and watching cartoons together on the couch in a big puppy pile.
And maybe we will all start a singing group and I'll make us all matching outfits out of the curtains, and we'll be just like the VonTrapp family.
The reality is that they will be chomping at the bit soon to "go do something" because they are "bored" and there is "nothing to do".
Sigh
I have visions of this summer being wonderful, with it being just the family. Of the kids finding out that their siblings can be friends too, and all of us swimming, and playing games, and watching cartoons together on the couch in a big puppy pile.
And maybe we will all start a singing group and I'll make us all matching outfits out of the curtains, and we'll be just like the VonTrapp family.
The reality is that they will be chomping at the bit soon to "go do something" because they are "bored" and there is "nothing to do".
Sigh
Tyler is all about the food. He's forever planning his next meal. He could be eating lunch, and he's already thinking about dinner. What can I say - the boy is a teen! (on a side note... & Palmer wonders why our grocery bill is going up? Really? Does he not realize the kid has grown 3 inches this year?)
Tyler constantly suggests that we go out to eat "as a family". I think he believes if he phrases his request as though he really wants to spend quality time with his family then we just can't resist. Somehow, I am supposed to believe that even though he was just fighting like cats and dogs with his sister, he really would like to break bread with her. Riiiiight. And it has nothing to do with the TGIFridays commercial he just watched.
But on the plus side, since he is always starving, he is interested in all aspects of food. It has been a wonderful chance to teach him how to plan meals, grocery shop on a budget, and cook. Oh, yes, the cooking! If I so much as rattle a pan, he pops his shaggy head into the kitchen and asks if he can help. This week alone I have taught him how to make biscuits, pound cake, and beef burgundy. I am proud to say that his cooking lessons have stuck with him. Last summer, when he spent some time with his Grandma and Papa, he wanted to make them a meal. So he went to the store, planned all his purchases (Grandma footed the bill of course) and made them dinner. He didn't take the easy road and make them hot dogs either. Nope my sweet boy made Pasta Carbonara with basil.
That's MY boy!
Tyler constantly suggests that we go out to eat "as a family". I think he believes if he phrases his request as though he really wants to spend quality time with his family then we just can't resist. Somehow, I am supposed to believe that even though he was just fighting like cats and dogs with his sister, he really would like to break bread with her. Riiiiight. And it has nothing to do with the TGIFridays commercial he just watched.
But on the plus side, since he is always starving, he is interested in all aspects of food. It has been a wonderful chance to teach him how to plan meals, grocery shop on a budget, and cook. Oh, yes, the cooking! If I so much as rattle a pan, he pops his shaggy head into the kitchen and asks if he can help. This week alone I have taught him how to make biscuits, pound cake, and beef burgundy. I am proud to say that his cooking lessons have stuck with him. Last summer, when he spent some time with his Grandma and Papa, he wanted to make them a meal. So he went to the store, planned all his purchases (Grandma footed the bill of course) and made them dinner. He didn't take the easy road and make them hot dogs either. Nope my sweet boy made Pasta Carbonara with basil.
That's MY boy!
I got my 1st real put two arms around my neck and squeeze hug from Izzy today. It thrilled me to my very toes that his sweet little baby arms were giving me love.
It is also sad, because I don't remember my 1st baby hugs from the big 3. Now granted, they are so much older than Izzy and time has passed; those little things get swept from your memories.
A friend asked me the other day how was it different now, being a mom of a baby in my 30's, as opposed to being a mom in my 20's. It is so much different. The 1st time around I was young and inexperienced. I was still learning who I was, and suddenly I had to learn who I was WITH children. I may have had more energy in my 20's, but I have so much more wisdom in my 30's. I am a completely different person, and have a much more relaxed approach to parenting than I did then.
The neat thing about there being 8 years between babies, it is like being a new mom all over again, with out the pressure, worry, and anxiety of being a new mom. Enough time has passed that the firsts are all new and exciting again.
I may not have planned Izzy, but I would never change having him for the world.
It is also sad, because I don't remember my 1st baby hugs from the big 3. Now granted, they are so much older than Izzy and time has passed; those little things get swept from your memories.
A friend asked me the other day how was it different now, being a mom of a baby in my 30's, as opposed to being a mom in my 20's. It is so much different. The 1st time around I was young and inexperienced. I was still learning who I was, and suddenly I had to learn who I was WITH children. I may have had more energy in my 20's, but I have so much more wisdom in my 30's. I am a completely different person, and have a much more relaxed approach to parenting than I did then.
The neat thing about there being 8 years between babies, it is like being a new mom all over again, with out the pressure, worry, and anxiety of being a new mom. Enough time has passed that the firsts are all new and exciting again.
I may not have planned Izzy, but I would never change having him for the world.
Ok, so that may be a bit of an obscure literary reference to start a blog with, but I just couldn't come up with anything else!
This isn't my 1st foray into the blogging world. It isn't even my second! But I just can't find myself staying away from writing the little things that float around in my head so I'm back!
Let me introduce myself and the cast of characters around here.
I'm Dayle. Wife, mom, daughter, sister, aunt, avid reader, dog owner, and yet none of those things define who I am. Hell, I'm still learning who I am - so how can I tell you?
Palmer - he's my husband. My main squeeze. My best friend. The person who can annoy me the most. I love him dearly, but expect a lot of me making fun of him. Because he just provides so darn much blog fodder, how can I help it?
Tyler - My oldest son. We've been through a lot with him; he has had 6 surgeries and I'm always worried about him.
Kaitlyn - my daughter. The only girl. She's going to be the death of me.
Bryce - My next son. For the longest time he was the baby. He is the sweet one of the bunch. Always willing to help and keep the peace.
Izzy - my surprise baby! Eight years after my Bryce, he showed up and shocked us all. He's a joy and a delight.
As for my blog title. Well I'm a Las Vegas mom who just picked up her family and moved across country to Orlando. Talk about a culture shock.
This isn't my 1st foray into the blogging world. It isn't even my second! But I just can't find myself staying away from writing the little things that float around in my head so I'm back!
Let me introduce myself and the cast of characters around here.
I'm Dayle. Wife, mom, daughter, sister, aunt, avid reader, dog owner, and yet none of those things define who I am. Hell, I'm still learning who I am - so how can I tell you?
Palmer - he's my husband. My main squeeze. My best friend. The person who can annoy me the most. I love him dearly, but expect a lot of me making fun of him. Because he just provides so darn much blog fodder, how can I help it?
Tyler - My oldest son. We've been through a lot with him; he has had 6 surgeries and I'm always worried about him.
Kaitlyn - my daughter. The only girl. She's going to be the death of me.
Bryce - My next son. For the longest time he was the baby. He is the sweet one of the bunch. Always willing to help and keep the peace.
Izzy - my surprise baby! Eight years after my Bryce, he showed up and shocked us all. He's a joy and a delight.
As for my blog title. Well I'm a Las Vegas mom who just picked up her family and moved across country to Orlando. Talk about a culture shock.
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