Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Happy 2nd Birthday, Jonah!

Our wild thing turned two at the beginning of this month! We celebrated by decorating with Mickey Mouse stuff, eating lunch with Daddy at the Mexican restaurant (where Jonah ACTED 2), and had dinner with Grammy, Papaw, and Jaja that night at our house.

At age 2:

Nicknames: Jonah-Bug, "J" (by Daddy), The Destructor (by Drew)
 Favorite foods: grapes (every. meal.), cheese cubes (every. meal.), mac and cheese, hot dogs, cheetos, blueberries, watermelon, pears, peaches, bananas, goldfish, pizza, spaghetti, froot loops, and GUM. The kid is constantly swiping my purse to sneak in a piece of gum. He needs fresh breath, too.

Favorite activities: Outside. Anything outside. Bonus points if it requires no shoes and includes dirt, mud, or sand. The only real way to get him inside without crying is to use the word "bath." After a little coaxing with this magic  word, he'll likely come in without too much of a fuss. He loves the bounce house, anything with wheels, but especially trains, and roughhousing with his big brother. He loves to move, climb and go!

His not-so-sweet side: So he has this thing for Hannah. And her hair. And hitting her. And he practices these things a LOT. Bless Hannah's heart. After him hitting her (with a truck...in the head!) several times in less than 10 minutes, I finally did what I used to say I would never do: I told her to hit him back. She usually forgets until she's come and told me what happened and then she asks permission to whack him back. Obviously, I have to turn her down, but I'm hoping soon she will start defending her poor head immediately and Jonah will back off. Obviously, he's been spanked, talked to, and given time out until Andrew & I are blue in the face. 3 minutes later, he whacks her again. This is our last resort. *crossing fingers no one needs counseling from our last resort parenting strategy* His very favorite new adorable thing is to let us know when he is not in agreement with what we'd like him to do. Sometimes he adds some crying, but lately he silently lies down in the floor, face down, and extends his arms straight above his head and stretches out his legs. He did this three times in Bass Pro Shop the other day. (1. Gross. That floor. 2. Very public. Very.) It's really quite humorous when he makes no sound with it. Just lies down in silent, peaceful protest. That kid. He is also quite impatient. After about 1/2 second of attempting to do something, if he can't get it to work, he'll start saying "hep" (help) and in another 1/2 second, he'll scream and throw the toy and start kicking his feet. I much prefer the silent planking position, but this one occurs quite frequently.

His schedule: He wakes around 8:30am, eats breakfast, plays, eats lunch, naps around 1:30 and sleeps until around 3:30, plays and has a snack, wrestles daddy when he gets home, eats dinner, takes a bath, and goes back to bed around 9. I feel like we do a lot of eating after writing that out.

Talking: He's finally starting to say a few new words. He-cop is my favorite (for helicopter). He uses this for airplanes and tractors as well. All other things with wheels are "ca" or cars. Gapes are grapes. Ging-ee is Grammy. Ginkee is Blankie. Those last two are hard to decipher when Grammy spends the night!

The gross side: His most disgusting activity these days is to take off his diaper (bonus points for poop) whenever he sees fit. His fav time to do this is after naptime so he can smear poop, step in it, and rub it on the bed before I can get in the room. Because of this fun pasttime, he now MUST sleep in a onesie and mostly wears a onesie around the house for the same reason. In case you didn't know, they don't generally make 2T onesies because most 2 year olds probably don't take their own diapers off and play in their poop, so we are SQUEEZING this kid into 24 month onesies. Must break this habit soon.

Size wise: his 2 year old appointment is in a couple of weeks, but he'll be right around 30 pounds. He wears a 2T in clothes, a size 8 in a shoe, and a size 5 diaper.

Most exciting: On 6/22/15 he tee-teed in the potty for the first time! Let the angel choir sing! Mama can stretch that extra $40 a month!

We love our little Jonah-Bug and are really enjoying seeing his silly, sweet personality start to show. His age 2 antics keep us on our toes, but he can sure balance it out in cuteness!

Monday, April 13, 2015

Wedding & Easter Weekend

Andrew's brother, Austin, got married Easter weekend. We left Jonah with my parents for his first overnight stay with us so far away and we took to the two big kids to Petit Jean State Park in Arkansas. It was absolutely beautiful and left me wishing MS had mountains.

We got back home the Saturday night before Easter at almost midnight. We spent the night with my parents and celebrated Easter the next day with family. We were obviously worn out by Sunday evening, but we had a very fulfilling weekend celebrating God and family--my two favorite blessings.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Hannah's 4th Birthday Movie

I FINALLY finished her 4th birthday video 3 1/2 months late, but
better late than never. I went back through old home movies from the
time this little girl was so small and just cried. She's just so
precious and growing up so quickly. Watching her blossom into a little
girl is so bittersweet. I finished the video feeling so very blessed to
be her mama.

Without further ado....

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Life Update

It is 10:20 at night and my creativity juices ran out. At approximately 10am. But now seemed a good time to fill in some gaps in the kids' "memory blog posts" since the house is FINALLY quiet enough to hear myself think.

DREW: This kid is amazing. He is all boy. Loud and boisterous and absolutely joyful. He is quick to forgive, so very compassionate, giving of his blessings, watchful of his siblings, and not afraid to get dirty. He is my right hand some days and is more mature than he probably should be at age 6. He loves to play the Wii and Clash of Clans, play ANYTHING outside with a friend, ride his bike, pretend to shave, and help around the house. He can do an entire load of laundry without assistance (minus the soap) which is the reason we have clean underwear some days. (Fist bump to Drew.) He is such a breeze to teach. He currently has finished the Kindergarten and first grade handwriting books and is starting on second grade printing and is begging to learn cursive. He can spot an onomatopoeia, personification, and a simile super quickly. He can do math in his head faster than I can sometimes, and he has learned more in history this year than I learned in my college classes. Just tonight he asked to read his history lesson as a bedtime story. (Blow me away.) He can read just about anything these days. While school always has little challenges and bumps, this year has been terrific. We've learned together and fought through some math together and been creative in our learning. All side by side. I have LOVED being his teacher this year and watching the lightbulb click on when something finally clicked. He is superb kid. My word for him, without a doubt, is JOY.

HANNAH: My sweet little firecracker. She is all things girl, including equal parts cuddling and drama. Her heart is tender and she needs lots of affirmation when her heart is pricked. Drew is her best friend and she loves to play with him. But when she gets too hot/cold/tired/hungry, she is DONE. We joke that she gets "hangry" (Angry when she's hungry) just like her mama. (Not that I get roaring mad. Just....snippy.) She has surprised me this year with our schooling. She now likes to be at the table with us working on whatever we're working on. I bought her a Handwriting Without Tears book for preK-K and she is loving it. In two days she's done 28 pages. Yeah, wow. She absolutely is a sponge when it comes to our history lessons. Many times Drew will be unsure of the answer to the review question, but she can spit out the answer! She really, really loves learning, and that excites me! I really pray I fan that flame and don't squash her desire. She loves to pretend to be her favorite characters. For two weeks I was "Captain Barnacles" and she was "Dashy" from the Octonauts. Today I am "Donkey Kong" and she is "Diddy Kong." It's quite hilarious how many times she corrects me in a day as I call her "Hannah." She loves to cuddle under warm blankets, fall asleep with her Daddy, play the Wii with Drew, put lots of bubbles in her bath, play babies, dress up, watch Princesses, read books, and eat popcorn. We got her hair chopped off to her shoulders about a month ago and it is THE cutest thing. As the only other female in the family, she is absolutely PRECIOUS to me.

JONAH: My little daredevil! He doesn't talk a whole lot (says 13-15 words), but he understands a wealth of speech! He is a climber, scaler, jumper, runner, and finder of any liquid to play in. He can undo baby-proof medication caps, baby-proof door locks/covers, and frequently gets into the secured knife drawer. Yeah. It's no wonder he got stitches at 13 months. That was our warning sign! He is in pure toddler mode: cleaning out a drawer in 30 seconds, unrolling toilet paper rolls, and dumping out any container he finds. He keeps me on my toes ALL. DAY. LONG. And when he wakes up, I can't wait to run in and kiss his face off. He is equal parts daredevil, mess, and sweetness rolled into one little tornado. He LOVES to be outside and with his siblings. He's a mama's boy, hands down. Lover of fruit, cheese, milk, bathtime, blankie, climbing stairs, and trains. He is the reason I smile and cuddle in the day and sleep soundly at night!

Andrew and I will somehow celebrate 11 years of marriage in May. I still feel like I'm 20 years old and freshly married (until I hang out with 20 year olds....then I definitely feel 30). My love for him is rooted, strong, constant, and pure. He is my best friend, and I thank God all the time for the gift of our young love. He knows my highlight reels and the scenes I'd rather delete forever. He is true and devoted and level-headed, fun and a rock for our family. I love doing life with him and serving God as a team. He makes this ride worth it!

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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Happy 18 Months, Jonah!


I haven't written an updated blog on you in about 6 months, and I'm so sorry! I had great intentions. Really. But the house finally gets quiet at 10pm, and my brain is fried mush. Incapable of forming coherent sentences. Much less ones to go down in a baby book (er, blog).

So what about you?! We like to say you're a replica of Drew, only a climbing version. No kidding--you two are SO much alike. Maybe it's a boys verses girl thing, but I'm thinking it's something more. You love the washer and dryer (seriously--it's genetics), the vacuum, the mop--all cleaning related things like your brother.
I LOVE watching the two of you together. It's like you "get" each other in your little unspoken boy language. Y'all roughhouse and laugh at each other until you get the hiccups. He'll pull you around in a laundry basket or on a blanket, and you think it's the bee's knees. When you hear him coming down the stairs each morning, baby, you SPRINT to the gate. You two basically are crazy about each other.

Hannah really loves you, too. And you love yelling her name. But...you fully realize that she is not much bigger than you are and that you can get away with more with her. So while you like her, you also like pulling her hair, pushing her, and pulling her clothes. It gets quite a rise out of her, and I think you secretly cackle like only a brother would. ;) She really is so sweet to you though, even though you don't always reciprocate. I have high hopes that with a little time, the two of you will be really close like Hannah & Drew are now.

Baby love, you are a CLIMBER. At 13 months old you climbed up Drew's bed, fell, and got 11 stitches. That was the day we learned you could climb. We've been frantically keeping up with you ever since. You scale the back of the couch, climb up our legs, shimmy to the top of the table, and zip up the stairs before we can turn around well. My favorite? When you reach the pinnacle of whatever mountain you're scaling, you start patting your hand over your mouth while you yell like a little Indian, as though you've just conquered a quest and you're giving a victory yell. That victory yell sends me RUNNING when I'm in another room. Drew and Hannah sometimes leave the stairs' gate open, and it keeps me on my toes!
Absolutely typical since about 13m old.
The very awful, several-thousands-of-dollars-fall battle wound the day after.

Around 15 months old (that's the magic age for toddlerhood to emerge), your little temper started rearing its head! If you are told "no," it's most likely that you'll fling yourself in the floor, scoot across on your stomach and potentially get carpet burn, flip over to whatever you know you're not supposed to have/do and immediately DO/GET it. Currently, it's Christmas tree ornaments and the plug for the Christmas lights. You run straight for it in anger as if to say, "I'll show you!" and then chunk it. So yeah, that's a lot of fun! :) We're working on patience and self control, and you're getting better. Some days.

You're a great eater. You eat just about anything and you can THROW DOWN some grub. You usually eat a decent amount more than Hannah at each meal. You each three meals a day plus an afternoon snack. You love grapes, cheese, yogurt, goldfish crackers, apples, green beans, corn on the cob, carrots, peas, bread, pizza, mac and cheese, turkey meat, spaghetti, lasagna, etc. Like I said, you're a great eater! You are STILL nursing twice a day. It wasn't my intention to nurse this long, but it's what works. You nurse at naptime and nighttime, but if I'm not here, you let Dad walk you to sleep after a couple of minutes. It works, so we press on.

Hannah was our talker. You--notsomuch. In the last 2-3 weeks you've started trying to finally talk more. Your favorite current words are Hannah, no, "is it," (where is it?), shoo-wee, now, and mama. You understand so much. You take things to people when asked, put things back where they belong when asked, head to the car when I tell you, and shimmy up into your highchair when I say, "Are you ready to eat?" And if I tell you we're going to check the clothes in the laundry room, you high tail it that way!

You loooooooove your mama! If you're slightly hurt, you're going to find mommy. Daddy says I coddle you a lot. That's probably true. But it's possible that you're my last baby, and as of now you ARE my baby, so I treat you that way. :) Experience has proven that the baby stage of wanting mama is quite short lived in the long run, so coddle I will!I spend a large portion of the day with you on my hip, usually pulling you out of whatever shenanigans you've gotten yourself into. ;)

You're currently 26.5 pounds, you wear a size 18-24 month clothes, size 5 diaper, and size 5 1/2 wide shoe. You absolutely hate shoes though, so we may not buy you anymore until you're 4.

You love: the laundry room, the pantry, the vacuum, the mop, pushing buttons, climbing, unrolling the toilet paper, riding in the car, being outside, playing in the potty, bathtime, taking your diaper off (especially if it's poopy. so much fun to clean up!).

You dislike: socks and shoes, footed pajamas (but I make you wear them anyway because few things are more precious), ketchup (you shudder), stopping in the car too long, mommy leaving the house (or going behind any closed door), and you simply are not crazy about a coat/jacket. (Yet another Drew-Jonah similarity!)

You had your first major sickness just a few weeks ago on Thanksgiving day--boo. You woke up Thanksgiving day with fever which later exploded into full-blown croup. You were PITIFUL. I could hear you breathing over the monitor, and I was paranoid you would be struggling to breathe and I wouldn't hear you. Daddy went and bought a humidifier for your room and he slept on the couch with the monitor next to his face. The next morning I left at 5 to go black friday shopping with jaja and kacie, but I was pretty miserable until you woke up and headed to the pediatrician. A few minutes after oral steroids and you were much, much better. I really felt like someone had lifted the weight of the world off my shoulders. Sickness is no fun, but when my baby's airway starts getting compromised, it's scary.

You are a fun, sweet, lovable boy, Jonah! You are full of spunk and joy and you are the first reason I smile so many days when I walk in your room to get you out of your crib. I know God is going to grow me through you and he's going to use you for great, great things in His kingdom! I thank Him so much for gifting you to me and Daddy. We love you to the moon and back!


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