Friday, February 29, 2008

Mom was Right??

When I was in high school, I usually didn't make the best choices when it came to friends. My mom pretty much had to deal with the fact that she really didn't have control over who I hung out with. I was friends with the good kids, but I was also friends with the bad ones too.

You never really knew who I would hang out with because I was pretty much plugged into EVERY group. I had no click.


There was one "group" my mom really disliked...the long haired boys. Now, at the time, I didn't get why having long hair meant you were up to no good, but now, I understand.

Fisher has a buddy. We'll call him Will. Will has long hair. It's not long like Axl Rose, it's more like Willy Wonka long (not the new Johnny Depp one, the original Willy).

Will came over last week to play while his mom went to the doctor, and you won't believe what he taught my innocent little angel.


I was going to take pictures of the friends playing, and when I returned from getting my camera, this is what I found.


It's bad enough he was drinking, but he peer pressured Fisher into it too with this fun little "cheers" game.






It wasn't long until they were both drinking from Barrett's shooting game bottles. (Yea, my kid has a gun game- get over it.)


In a matter of moments they were both obviously intoxicated. I mean look at Fisher here, and Will is trying to sneak out by climbing out the window!



If all that wasn't bad enough, look what that long-haired Will talked Fisher into after all those drinks...



Mom was right.


Long hair = Bad.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Killing Time



Doug has been working late every night the past two weeks, and every night, I get more and more desperate for ways to entertain the boys.

Barrett has been really difficult without his Daddy time in the evenings, and one of the things he has been missing is playing in the tub with his dad.

I convinced him I could be more fun than Daddy, so we added bubble bath to the tub and turned the jets on.

Barrett was laughing and screaming so loud. He was having a ball playing in the millions of bubbles.



When I got out of the tub, he kept turning the jets back on which made more and more bubbles. At one point, he started to panic because they were getting over his head- when he was standing up!

I had to scoop bubbles out and put them in the shower. Once we got them to a manageable amount again, he was happy.

When I was putting him to bed, he asked me if Daddy was still at work. When I told him, "yes," he said, "can you show him my bubbles when he comes home?"

I guess I didn't distract him as well as I thought.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

No One to Blame

I hate when things happen, and I have no one to blame but me.

Barrett wanted to color today. He insisted that he used markers.

I have no fight left in me because Doug has been working until at least 8 every night this week.

I let him color with markers.

I didn't force him to sit in the high chair. (Refer to reason above.)

While he was coloring on a tv tray in front of the tv, I noticed that Fisher stunk.

I went to Fisher's room to change his diaper and paused while I considered taking the markers.

It was then I made the fatal mistake.

I didn't get the markers from him. I thought I'd be quick.

Fisher's diaper wasn't the problem. It was the poop all over his pants and shirt.

As I was cleaning the HUGE mess, Barrett came in with marker all over his legs.

I reminded them that we only color on paper, and his response was, "oops," as he ran out of the room.

Honestly, I was elbow deep in poo so I didn't really worry about his blue legs.

After Fisher and I were clean, I came into the living room, but I couldn't find Barrett.

I saw the paper and markers sitting on the tray.

I called to him, but he said he was in time out.

When I asked why, he just said, "I'm sorry. I will only color on paper."

It was then that I noticed the couch with it's blue squiggles ALL over the cushion.

I couldn't even get mad. I had to fight letting him see me laugh. After all, I really could only blame myself.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Fisher's Party

Fisher's birthday party was so much fun even though the weather did not cooperate at all!

We were lucky that lots of friends and family braved the potential tornados and came to the party.

All the kids had fun, and even though we did not have any organized games, the kids seemed to love making laps around Nana's house.

Their running game became really fun when they decided to add bunches of balloons the their laps. I have never seen balloons be so much entertainment!


Even though Morgan and Barrett seemed to have the most fun with the balloons, Fisher liked them a lot too.



After we had all eaten way too many of Doug's yummy fajitas, it was time for Fisher to have his cake.

My friend, Michelle, made his cakes, and she did an amazing job for my little monkey man!





His personal little cake was the cutest banana!





I would post the pictures of him covered in the cake he smashed everywhere, but it didn't happen like that.

He was just like Barrett. He looked at the cake and waited for us to help him eat it. Once we gave him a fork, he ate the cake and loved it, but there was no mess at all.
He really just liked everyone staring at him. He just kept looking at everyone and grinning. I guess being the second child he never really is the center of everyone's attention.

Although, after the party was over, I put him back in the high chair and let him eat his cake. That round was a whole different story.







Fisher loved all of his presents, but he definitely had a couple favorites.


He loved his chair just like his brother's that Kristin gave him. He was trying to sit in it before I could even get it unwrapped all the way.




He also liked playing with the monkey rolling backpack that his cousin's Will and LeeAnn gave him. He thinks pushing the handle up and down is so funny.


There was a clear favorite toy. His cousin Austin picked it out just for Fisher.


He has been playing on his firetruck every moment that his brother isn't taking it from him. Mater, Barrett's favorite toy from his first birthday, has somehow become a favorite again now that Fisher has a toy like it.

Overall, Fisher's party was perfect. Little Monkey even slept all night that night!


Saturday, February 16, 2008

Happy Birthday Fisher!

Happy First Birthday, Little Monkey!





(Excuse the boo boo. Fisher pulled my camera down on his head the other night.)

Fisher had a great birthday party today. I'll post more pictures and details later when I am not exhausted.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valentine's


I'll write more later about Barrett's Valentine's with all his girlfriends, but both boys are screaming at me right now.

(If you click on the card, you can see the images blown up.)

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

How Do You Like Your Eggs?

Most Saturday mornings, Doug makes french toast for breakfast. Barrett has always liked helping him stir the eggs and dip the bread, but a few months ago, Doug taught him something I had no idea a two year old could master.

(Notice who messes up! It's not Barrett. Oh, and excuse the booger comment. Barrett is booger obsessed.)

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Seriously, should a two year old be able to crack eggs?

Sunday, February 03, 2008

PJ Day


Last Friday, Barrett had a dilemma.

Ms. Leslie his teacher on Tuesdays and Thursdays had told him that he needed to wear his jammies to school on Friday. He was so excited about wearing jammies to school, and he told EVERYONE about it.

On Friday morning, we got him dressed in the jammies (and slippers) he chose.





As we were driving to school, I asked if he was excited to see Ms. Jeanette and Ms.Sheri, his Friday teachers.

He immediately started screaming, "No!"

After I calmed him down, I asked him why he didn't want to go to school. He explained that he wanted to go to Ms. Leslie's class in his jammies.

I spent the majority of drive convincing him that PJ day was only in Ms. Sheri's class, so if he wanted to go to Ms. Leslie's we'd have to go home and change.

As I again said, "If you want to go to Ms. Leslie's, we'll have to take off your cute jammies and get new clothes at home."

His response was not what I expected.

In his most "junior high attitude" voice, he said, "Well then , U- turn!"

So much for the reverse psychology crap.

Luckily, once we got to school and he saw his friends in jammies, he was ready to play.

Here he is with his two favorite girls.



He talks about these two all the time. It is so sweet that he has little best friends at school.

Even Fisher had fun in Barrett's class while I took pictures of the kids!