So Smart

Babies amaze me. I am always so surprised at how much they understand. Tal is only 10 months old, but I swear that he is comprehension is super advanced.

One of Talmage's favorite things to do is to climb all over me if I am lying down. Today, the boys were playing in their bedroom playing, so I lied down on the floor to stretch. Tom calls, "Talmage, come get Mommy!"

Next thing I hear is this shriek of elation, and Tal comes tearing down the hall as fast as his little arms and legs will carry him, and tackles me just as I am starting to sit up.

What a funny little guy. I did not realize that he understood language that well yet. What can I say, I a have a brilliant child.

32 Spankings

Today is Thomas' birthday. Poor guy has hardly even been home to celebrate. He had a staff meeting during lunch, then a recruiting meeting after work, and now he is at scouts. What a trooper. He did sneek home for about 10 minutes today, during which Owen attacted him with spankings. Tom informed him that he only got 16 spankings,which was the green light for Owen, and Tal, to spank him until he had to leave again. I am sure that he got well over the 32 spankings he was in store for.

My new blog

I decided to keep a blog of my sewing projects. I have been trying to do a bit of seamstress work, so I am kind of hoping this blog will not only be a good way to show some of the things I have made to my friends, but it can sort of act as a portfolio of sorts. So take a look and let me know what you think.

It is still a work in progress, so I have not posted a ton of projects, but it is still fun. If any of you can think of something that I have made that is not on my blog, please remind me of it.

here is the link:

http://stitchesbyrosie.blogspot.com/

If only it were so easy

I must admit, I love the way kid's brains work sometimes. Today Owen was sitting on the toilet, trying to do his business, when he says, "Mama, its not coming. I need help. You push down on my head."

What cleaver thinking. If only everything was that simple and intuitive.

Potty Party at Pizza Papa's

Today is a very BIG day! Finally, after what feels like months, Owen POOPed on the potty! He has had going Number 1 on the potty down for a while. But for some reason he was afraid to go poo on the potty. He always said "There is a spider in there that is going to bite me." Don't know where he got that from.

I have tried every thing to get this kid to do his business on the toilet. Finally, I told him that once he goes poopy on the potty, we will have a party at Papa's Pizza Place (my In-Laws own Pier 49 Pizza here in Cache Valley). That was great incentive, and he has been trying really hard for the past week, and today, he finally did it! He woke up from his nap and said that he had to go. So we ran to the bathroom, he sat down and promptly stood up, saying, "No the spider will bite me."

We played this game for the next hour. We even called his Daddy to see if Tom could talk him through it. Finally, I said, "Owen, I need to make dinner, so I am going to leave you pants off, if you need to go, then run to the potty." Not five minutes later, I hear Owen calling form the bathroom, "Mama! I did it!!!"

I ran to the bathroom, and sure enough, SUCCESS!

I asked him if he thought we could do that again, and he said "Yeah! No spider bit my bummy."

So tonight, we are having a Potty Party at Pizza Papa's. Hooray!

Sleeping Under the Stars

Bed time has always been a struggle with Owen. He refuses to got to bed by him self, and insists that either Tom or I stay with him until he falls asleep. Needless to say, we are rather sick of this game, so we though up a scheme to teach Owen how to fall asleep by himself. Every night before he goes to be we put a glow in the dar star up on his ceiling, if he cries, or gets out of his bed, we take it down. It took a couple of nights of loosing his one and only star before he figured it, out, but now he has a pretty good collection of stars on his ceiling. He was really proud to show them off to me the other day. This was his explanation of them:

"Mommy, these are my starts! I go to sleep by my selfs, and I get them, 2-4-5 of them!"

We are Going Home!

First off, let me point out that todays day is 8-9-10. Cool, ehh? Now on to my story...

For a couple of months now, Owen will periodically say something about how he wants to go home. Usually this is when we are in our house, so we tell him that all ready are home. A couple of weeks ago, when he said that he wanted to go home, I asked him if he meant Portland? He just looked at me like, "I have know idea what you mean."

Our friend, Jenn, is getting married this week, and we are going back to Portland for the wedding. I was telling Owen that we were going to visit Aphia (Jenn's daughter) at the end of the week, and he got so excited, and exclaims, "And Emma? And Jarom? Oh Mama! We are going home!!!"

Holy Cow, he was so excited. I started to cry, because realised how much he has missed Portland.

I am so excited for our little trip. I am surprised at how much I miss Portland, becasue I miss it A TON. I have some great friends, and found memories there. Don't get me wrong, I am glad to be in Cache Valley, but I will forever love Portland.

I can't wait to get to go back. Just a few more sort days.