Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
We tied each of her presents to a string, so she had to follow the string to find them in odd places. (That's a tradition from Marty's family)
Dancing in her Belle dress. We tried to decorate the upstairs in bright colors and with lots of pink crepe paper, avoiding a Christmas theme. I am determined to make her not hate her December birthday. She loves her new clothes from Uncle Greg! It was so fun to have him here for her bday.
The morning was spent eating chocolate chip pancakes (as always) and playing with new toys (mostly art-themed).
We went to Chuck-E-Cheese's!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
And last night I had one of those wretched mommy hours that I have found myself laughing about all day today. I got Bryce a big bowl of rice cereal, gave him two bites, and Brynn had a potty emergency...which I didn't get to in time so it turned into more of an accident.
While I'm cleaning up upstairs and trying in vain to get her to finish up, I think to myself, "Hm, Bryce sure has been happy in the high chair all by himself. Especially since he was so hungry and I only gave him a couple bites. And he hates the high chair...," and so on. So I ran downstairs to find that I had rushed to Brynn so quickly that I stupidly left a full bowl of rice cereal right there for him to play with.
I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. I had just spent the last 45 minutes bathing them and getting them all dressed cute and Christmas-y for the ward Christmas party, which was starting in just a few minutes. Plus I had no help from Marty, because he had gone to the party early since he was playing the part of a certain jolly Christmas-time figure. So I ran Bryce upstairs with a new bowl of food and fed him in the bath to avoid another disaster. Because technically I hadn't finished up with Brynn's mess that started this whole thing (gross, I know).
So if any moms are reading this, you know what happened next. He proved me wrong about my brilliant plan to eliminate another mess and pooped in the bath. So I scooped him up out of his bathtub, took him to mine, and gave him his third bath in an hour. By this time, the party had started and we were back to square one. Actually it was more like square negative 100, considering my two undressed children, messes all over the entire house that really shouldn't wait to be cleaned, my toddler beating on her brother for attention while I was trying to put myself back together.
We went to Burger King instead. And I took the long way, because that's the only way I could think to strap them both down for a half hour without getting in trouble with the CPS.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009