A quiet house is not always a good thing

I think every mom's heart skips a beat or two, when she just realizes the house is a little too quiet. Thomas and Cassidy were at school, so the house is pretty quiet naturally. I was playing Wii Fit, working on my boxing routine, when I realized just how quiet our house was. Yesterday I found Zachary in his room sitting by his bookshelf with every book pulled off the shelf and they were either piled on top of him or right next to him. This morning I crept into his room thinking I would sneak a peek, only to find out he was not there. Then I heard the water running in the bathroom. OK I thought he is playing with the water in the sink again (One his favorite things to do). But this is what I found instead. He had crawled into the bathtub, put the plug in and started his bath. So I guess it could have been worse, he could have gotten into the lotion or diaper cream or Peanut Butter and spread it all over the house, but instead I find my little boy washing his clothes. How cute is that.

Another Owie

Just when I put away the Vitamin E. Zachary happens again. This time he was by himself, I can't blame it on any siblings. A week after he got his stitch out of his lip, he fell and cut his lip again. In a different place this time and it didn't need stitches. Then last night I was putting on Thomas' PJ's and Zachary came running down the hall, then a crash and a scream/cry. I picked him up and he buried his head in my shoulder. I pulled him away and didn't see any blood, thank goodness. Then after he calmed down a little, I took a closer look and he had a goose egg on his forehead. There was literally a bump about the size of a chicken egg on his head with a minor cut. I think he tripped and fell onto the door frame or wall corner. But I guess he got what he wanted, to say up late. We laid on my bed and watched Winnie the Pooh, while I held an ice pack on his head. The next morning he swelling was gone and he was back to his clumsy little self. Zachary has had more bloody lips and gums than the other two. I am just waiting to see if he will break the broken bone record that Scott holds in my family. I really hope not.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Well I woke up this morning to a pinch. It was at about 5am when Stewart was heading off to work. Thanks honey. The kids all went to school and came home without incident. I don't think the German's celebrate St. Patricks Day. But I dressed the boys in green just in case. If you all remember our Valentine's dinner, this came about around the same time. The first year we had green waffles. I changed it the next year, after reading Dr. Seuss' Green Eggs and Ham. Cassidy said she would never eat green eggs. So what does any good mother do?, serves them. Well she now has them every year and looks forward to eating them. Every year on St. Patrick's Day I make my Aunt Janette's Sausage Ring with Eggs and Cheese. I don't think she meant for the eggs to be green, but doesn't it look pretty? This year I also added green biscuits to the menu. It was so easy I will probably keep that up too.

It was such a beautiful day today the kids played hard outside and got rather dirty. So after dinner it was bath time. After the boys' bath, I made sure to put green PJ's on them. Cassidy had pinched Stewart after he had gotten home and changed out of his green work clothes into his PJ's. I didn't want the crying to start after such a pleasant day. Then Cassidy came downstairs ready for her bath. But she was crying. The PJ's that had green on them were in the washer and she didn't want daddy to pinch her. So I pulled out green barrettes for her to wear and wiped off her tears. She asked if she could sleep with them in, because daddy said he was going to sneak up and pinch her when she was sleeping. Needless to say we solved the crisis and she is fast asleep upstairs.

The Pianist

Well Cassidy is enjoying her piano and the lessons Santa Claus brought to our family this last Christmas. She has two favorite songs, Jolly Old St. Nickolas and Old MacDonald. She especially loves playing it with her brothers around to help her sing. She was sitting next to me last week while I was playing and said "Mom your fingers are straight, Mrs. Emily says to keep your fingers curved." Well that is my problem. I guess if I can fix that I can play like Mrs. Emily (Cassidy's piano teacher also our Primary Pianist).

Grandma's Hats

Well the boys love the hats Grandma Grover made for them last Christmas. But I don't think they were meant for this. The boys play peek a boo and monster with them. And on our walk to the school bus they were spying out the holes as they walked down the trail. Well at least it kept their noses warm. They are doing great keeping them on their heads now. In December when they first started wearing them, it was a game with Zachary. I put it on, he takes it off, I put it on, he throws it down, I put it on, well you see where this went. And walking around the neighborhood you could tell we were American's right off. No hat on the kids is a big give away. I have friends that have gotten yelled at by a stranger, because they didn't put a hat on their toddlers head. Luckily no one has said anything to us. Unlike Zachary, Thomas liked his hat from the start and kept it on when we went out. All his friends at kindergarten wear hats, now he has one too. Cassidy wore hers right off too, but when you go catch the school bus in below freezing temperatures it is easy. But German kids her age don't always wear hats, so she doesn't stand our like our boys.

Snacktime

Well, with Cassidy and Thomas at school most of the day. It is just me and Zachary. It can get pretty quiet around here, lunchtime especially. We are used to lots of noise and talk around the table. So Zachary has found a way to make up for that. He pushes his chair up to the window and waits for his snack or lunch to be served. He just sits and enjoys the view while eating.

What is in the mind of a 3 year old

This is a picture of some local art? I have no idea what it is or what it means. All I know is that we drive by it quite often. So one day we were driving by it and Thomas (who is 3) asks "What are those?". Stewart and I were slow to reply, not really sure how to explain this art to a 3 year old. Then Thomas figures it out himself. He says "I know they are for killing dinosaurs." We had a good laugh, and told him that he just might be right. Maybe they were for killing dinosaurs.