Danee and Eric have been having alot of fun lately. Eric has learned to hang on to his toys (sometimes so tight he falls backwards when she finally lets go) and I think Danee has decided to stop sitting on his head!
They crack me up daily but what I find most amazing is that Danee tries to make eye contact with him. She moves her head around following Eric's eyes trying to get him to look at her. I am amazed that at this young age she notices. Eric is a dear and we enjoy having him in our home.
My SIL Linda started teaching me how to sew about a year ago. She has patiently helped me make, Jammie's, a couple dresses and even a highchair pad (admittedly she ended up with that project, I watched though).
These cute pillow cases were a Super Saturday project. I had the idea to make one for each holiday through out the year. Christmas was too busy, Valentines Day came and went (I did get some cute fabric) but I gave it a go for the upcoming St. patty's Day.
They turned out pretty good for my first SOLO project. One for each of the BIG kids.
By now, most of you have met Baby Eric, the little boy Cindy watches during the day.
Eric's dad is Neil. Neil works as a diver, repairing boats under the water all day.
Sometimes, when he comes to pick up Eric, he just takes off the wet suit and doesn't bother to put a shirt on... That seemed kinda weird. But it was nothing compared to what he brought into our house yesterday...
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? He willfully and knowingly wore a geek squad t-shirt into my house. As soon as I saw him, I informed him that he was dead to me.
He shot back that he would wear a Tech Services 4 All shirt, if he had one!
Psshh... As if I'm not prepared for that kind of thing!
And that atrocity he WAS wearing? I'm thinking it'll live out its days lining the chicken coop. For now, it's just unceremoniously dumped on the floor.
Neil suggested we could use it as a diaper for Danee, but there's no way. It's not WORTHY of catching her poo!!!
Andy came home from school about a month ago and sheepishly asked for money to pay for a PEP band t-shirt "he didn't remember ordering". I wrote him out a check and the next day he brought home the greenest, coolest t-shirt EVER!
Yesterday afternoon Andy came home from school and I noticed he was again wearing his very (hhhmmm) cool school shirt.
Cindy: Um bud didn't you wear that shirt yesterday? Andy: yeah Cindy: and the day before that? Andy: Yeah, so... Cindy:So don't you have any other shirts you can wear? Andy: Yeah, I just like showing school spirit. Cindy: Go change your shirt, and I will give you a welcome home hug.
Today Andy's assignment is to go shop the student store.
It was the day after Valentine's Day. The day before, I'd given my sweetheart a nice chocolate heart, one that was a little too big to eat all in one setting. Unfortunately, she didn't think to lock it away when she was done with it, and it went missing. Really. Stealing a Valentine's Day Chocolate Heart. Who would do such a thing?
Ahh yes. I know this perpetrator. She's the cause of a lot of missing items around these parts... And she's a little too good at playing innocent, if you get my drift.
My sweetheart was pretty sure she recognized the melting brown mass in the perp's fingers, but didn't want to show too much of her hand. So she played it cool, and asked if maybe the kid had seen a Chocolate Heart... But oh, this kid is as smooth as the creamy milk chocolate she had smeared all over her face.
Then, as if she was trying to prove that she really IS the most cunning little thief in town, she actually had the nerve to offer to help track down the missing sweetness!
Now my sweetheart is certainly sweet, but she's got her limits. This kid was quickly approaching the line, with no signs of slowing down. So Mommy put her foot down on the little searching party...
Without even increasing her heart rate, this cool little cucumber plays right along, acting all surprised when the missing treasure suddenly appears where her hand had been just a few seconds earlier!
Somethin' tells me this kid could wind up in politics someday!
The last couple weeks, I've been doing much better at making it to the YMCA in the morning, and it feels great. This morning while leaving, I ran into a friend who commented on how great it was that I was getting there regularly again...
Friend: It's great to see you here in the mornings!
Me: Yeah, it's been hard rebuilding the habit after taking 6 months or so off...
Friend: That's a hard habit to rebuild, but stay motivated and you'll do it.
Me: Well, I have extra incentive because Cindy and I started a Biggest Loser club.
Friend: Well there's no way you'll win that, you don't have enough to lose!
Even though I'm confident in my ability (and need) to lose enough to win, that comment made my day!
My Parents Drugged Me! "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6
"The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question: 'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'
"I replied, 'I had a drug problem when I was young! I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower-beds and cocklebur's out of dad's fields. "I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed. "Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place."
Cindy has a long history of tricking him in to eating things that shouldn't really be eaten.
One time, back when he was probably 4, they were making home-made Play Doh together. While sitting on the counter helping, Tyler looked down at the creamy red Doh in the pot and licked his lips... Cindy said, "Do you want to try some?" and Tyler eagerly nodded his head.
One teensy spoonful later, and he was hanging his tongue out while Cindy fought to keep breathing through her laughter.
Well, the other night, while Danee was enjoying crackers with chocolate frosting, the rest of us had been enjoying some smoked salmon. Cindy started preparing a cracker with frosting for herself, then looked at Tyler and asked if he'd ever had smoked salmon on a frosted cracker...
At least he was a LITTLE skeptical... Just not skeptical enough. It only took one round of "oh yeah, when I was a kid, this is how we always ate it!" before he stepped up to the plate and was ready to give it a try...
And a moment later, it was a replay of the Play Doh incident!
Luckily for us, he's a totally good sport, and is able to laugh at stuff like this!!