Wednesday, October 31, 2012


Happy Halloween from Thing 1 and Thing 2!

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Not Me Wednesday- Doctor Edition.

So I recently decided to check out another pediatrician for my kids. My reasons were numerous, but one dr in particular had been recommended to me and labeled as more naturally minded, so I decided to take my kids to him for their one and two year check ups. Neither kid has ever minded going to the dr, but this time was the exception. Here's a little of what didn't happen while there. 

-While trying to get Bridget's weight, she did not repeatedly attempt to bail off the scale, screaming her head off the whole time. I did not threaten her several times with a spanking if she did not stand on the adult scale. I didn't breath an audible sigh of relief when the nurse finally got her weight after Bridget only stood there for less than 15 seconds.

-I did not have to pin my screaming child to the wall in order to get her height.

-As I was not pinning said child to the wall, my other child did not somehow get the exam room door open, did not crawl down the hall, and did not attempt to make friends with the receptionist at the front desk. I was not slightly embarrassed when she brought my wandering child back to the room. 

-While waiting for the dr, I did not have the brilliant idea to get out the goldfish crackers. Both of my children didn't want the container, and neither screamed when the other child had it. I did not take it away and cause both children to be screaming just as the dr walked in the door. 

-While the dr was examining Carter, Bridget did not get the container of goldfish off the exam table and cause Carter to begin screaming for them. 

-When it was Bridget's turn to be examined, she did not scream bloody murder any time the dr touched her. This did not cause Carter to also begin screaming. 

-When Carter joined Bridget's screaming, I did not give him the container of goldfish. He did not promptly dump said container of fish all over the floor and proceed to smash them. As the dr finished up a few things with me, Bridget did not join in the goldfish smashing session. 

-As I told Bridget it was time to leave, she did not throw a huge basket of crayons all over the waiting room. I did not have to pick up about 200 crayons while both my children sat by the office door and screamed.

-I did not need to yell a little to myself after getting in the van to blow off the little steam.  :)

Sunday, October 7, 2012

2 years

Two years ago today at this time....ah the memories.  :) We were in the hospital, and our little dolly had just come back from the nursery after being on oxygen for a couple of hours and I was just getting to hold her for the first time!

And now Bridget Ann is 2 years old! 

We had a little party on Friday night, and she loved it! More pictures and details to come.

 My first time holding her at almost 4 hours old!

Having a tea party with marshmallows.  :)

Oh Bridget, you have brought so much joy, and sometimes a little frustration, to our lives! We love your (generally) sweet spirit, and the way you care about other's when they are hurt. We love watching you mother your babies and any other animal or toy you happen to find, and care for it like you would a real baby. We love seeing your interest in and knowledge of Jesus grow, and when you sing Amazing Grace or Jesus Loves  Me, it makes our hearts glad! 

We pray that you will trust in Jesus as your savior while you are young, and that you will continue caring for those who are hurting. We pray that we will be able to guide your heart in channeling your determination to be used to for God's glory.

We love you, little dolly!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Conversation with Bridget

Setting: Supper time.

Bridget gets down from her chair and goes back to Carter's room and shuts the door.

Me, yelling from the kitchen, knowing exactly why she headed back there: Bridget, what are you doing?

Bridget: I in Carter's room. (thank you, captain obvious)

Me, still yelling: are you going to finish your chicken nuggets?

Bridget, yelling back from behind the closed door: No, I can't. I'm pooping.

Me: Do you want to go sit on the potty?

Bridget, coming out of Carter's room, having finished her duty: No, I need my diaper changed.

Me: ok, go change it

Bridget: No, I can't. I need mommy to change it. *giggle*  I stink!

Welcome to life with a two year old.