Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Man OVER-Board

Being an OVER person myself, I thought it was so funny when Beck walked into the bathroom (obviously replenished by one of the girls) and in disapproval exclaimed, "Mom!  This toiletpaper goes up before it goes down!"

A boy after my own heart.

If you have no idea what I am talking about this should help. 

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Would the Real Doll Please Step Forward



Ever since Kendall got Kit, over a year now, she has been wanting a haircut "just like Kit." I finally gave in. It's adorable.
I have a feeling Kendall bald would be adorable too.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Star Wars Invasion


This is a picture of Beck after we got home from Target on the day he got to pick out a toy for being done with his Potty Chart. He was so happy and so sure this is what he wanted as we walked up and down the isles.
Little did he know an alternate alien race was about to invade. You would think being a Star Fighter Jet from Star Wars, you would plan for such an attack. However, I don't think anything could have been prepared for what happened next...Duh, DUH, DUUUHNNN!

Attack of the Kendall and her Polly Pocket posse. While you nap they will take over your Star Fighter Jet garage and turn it into a master wardrobe closet.
Careful, they take no prisoners.
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Speed Racer

Thanks Aunt Kimmy for getting new brakes on your car so we could enjoy the Long Beach Grand Pri!

Kim got the tickets and Scott and Beck took advantage. Having a boy obsessed with cars, speed and turning everything into a race (he has to be the one to flush the toilet so he can watch his poop race down the bowl), how could you not? Maybe I should mention I am talking about Beck here. And of course, Scott was happy to oblige.


The first day Scott and Beck took their good buddies Dave and Adam.

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There were lots of cars, Beck had to stand by the green one, his favorite color. Everything has to be greet these days.

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Here Beck is not striking a pose, instead he insisted he be touching the tire for the picture. Nice.
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The next day our family went. The girls enjoyed it just as much.

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Even with all the real racing going on outside, the kids seemed to really like these remote control cars racing inside the convention center.
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As a parent, you know they've had a good time when they are dead-dog tired.








Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Reality Check

What happens when you get to go to your friend's house and have your first sleep over that's not with family? What happens when your friend who is really nice and your Mom really likes her, but your Mom also sees how your friend acts with her Mom and your Mom knows that your friend could probably get away with murder at her house? What happens when you hang out with that kind of attitude ALL DAY and ALL NIGHT and you come home thinking you could act that way too?


TIME OUT, that's what happens.
I don't care if you are seven.
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Watch Out Calvin Klein

Have I possibly changed my last poopy diaper? It really sounds too good to be true. So I'm not going to say it. I hate to even think it. Although, I have to admit it is bitter sweet. Okay, way more sweet than bitter.

The following is more for journaling purposes. No need to read on if you don't need the details of potty training...if you know what I mean.

Spring break I decided to give it a real shot. We have been talking about it and getting him used to the idea for a while. And when naked after a bath, before getting a diaper on, if he had to go he would come to me in a panic saying either he needed to go in the toilet or, "I need a diaper! I need a diaper! I need a diaper!" Which I took as a good thing.

Day one of spring break. Started the day with no diaper, no underwear, shirt only (I felt like the underwear would only confuse him in thinking he had something there to "catch" whatever was coming). He did great, 100%. I was afraid about #2 though. Hadn't cleared that hurdle yet. Later in the afternoon Morgan said, "Beck, did you have an accident? It stinks!" Ugh! Not what I wanted to hear. Beck denied the whole thing. As I was making my way down the hall dreading the clean up I hear, "Hey Mom! Beck pooped in his toilet!" Apparently Beck went in the bathroom, did his business, and was out. Didn't even tell anyone. Woo-hoo! Turns out the worst of it was teaching him about needing to wipe! I'll take that over the other, any day.

We made him a "Potty Chart". Every time he went he got a sticker. Every time he filled up a row (5 stickers) he got a toy. I figured the money I would have spent on diapers for the month could go to that fund. A truly worthy cause.

Of course there has been a few mishaps, but for the most part we are foot-loose and fancy free!

Really the hardest part about training Beck was not calling them panties.
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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Can't Think of a Clever Title

So a couple of weeks ago I decided on a whim to make homemade focaccia bread.
I can't believe it actually turned out! (notice there are no pictures of the homemade biscuits I attempted that could have won a Guinness Record at a rock skipping competition)

Too bad for you Willy Wonka hasn't invented smellovision yet.
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