Bedtime Stories

Somehow I have managed to go from reading bedtime stories to listening to them! 

Tonight Titan asked if he could read me a bedtime story.  Sure, I said.  I ran to grab my camera and quickly started recording.  Unfortunately, my memory card ran out before he finished the story but you get the idea.  I love it that he is starting to read, but I hate it that it means he is growing up. 

Here is a picture of him holding his first book.

He is very proud of it!  I am pretty sure that everyone we know has now heard him read it! 

A Thousand Toys

With a thousand toys in the house, they decide to play in a box.

And no...they didn't get hurt or mad...amazing.

Our New House

I decided that if I actually wrote about this, and posted in on the web, where someone, anyone, could potentially see it that it might actually happen.  For the past 7 years Travis and I have been talking about building a house. I would say that it would be safe to say, that not even one week has gone by, that we haven’t talked about it.  Yet, after 7 years of talking about it, it still hasn’t happened.  I really don’t know why other than we are never on the same page.  It is either the location, the style, the amount of money, etc.  Right now we have come closer to ever to being, maybe not on the same page, but at least in the same book!  Right now the plan is to build onto our existing house.  The question is can we turn this….

Into…....................this?  I have my doubts but we will see. 

Yes, that was my child screaming through your dinner last night.

Last night we decided to have family "out to dinner" night.  Usually, it is Titan I have to worry about, not Liddy.  He is usually the one who I have to tell to be quite, sit still, sit down, etc. etc.  Liddy is usually my angel child, the one who sits there in her seat taking it all in.  She is always looking at everyone, smiling, and happy.  Not last night.  Last night Liddy decided to act like a total terror.  She wasn't happy, she wouldn't sit in her chair, she tossed a bowl on the floor, her squeal of displeasure could be heard throughout the restaurant.  I could go on and on but you get the idea.  You know the kid, the one, that before you have kids you think, my gosh can’t you control your kid!  And now that you have kids, you think, thank goodness that’s not my kid acting like that.  Yep, that was the one, her name is Liddy and she is very sorry you couldn’t enjoy your dinner last night, maybe next time.     

Snow Day!

Today marked snow day number 7!  I have to admit it is a special feeling knowing that the snow is falling and school is canceled and you don’t have to go out into the cold, cold world.  My morning was spend cuddling on the couch with my two favorite kids…that is until Titan wanted to play with his cars and Liddy found her doll baby.  Then they were over mom, and quite honestly, probably would have been delighted if I had said I had to go to work, and they were going to Carri’s!  But, for one moment, we were warm and cozy on the couch far, far away from the cold snow….The rest of the day I spent cleaning and the kids spent making messes! 

Miss Liddy Marie...growing up so quickly

Still his favorite place

Titan 11 months old.

Titan 4 years 10 months.

Where Have I Been?!

I just clicked on my blog tonight and I am kicking myself for not recording more of the memories that have been happening. I can’t believe it has been over two months since I last wrote anything. Looking back over the blog, I realized that I need to get my butt in gear. Everyday memories are just too precious not to record. So much has happened over the past two months, so many changes, loss, sadness, joy and heartbreak, new beginnings and sad goodbyes. Even some new purchases! Hopefully, I will be able to find the time to sit and catch up on my blog very soon.  To my kids, who hopefully will be reading this 50 years from now, I am sorry its not that the past two months weren't worth talking about because believe me they were, I just didn't get around to it..I will try not to let it happen again!

The Trophy

T-Ball has come to an end.  The moment Titan had been waiting for all season, the trophy. 

Here is Titan showing off his trophy to his dad.  I have to admit, I had a little tear in my eye. 

Titan's last time up to bat for the season.  He was so happy that he "hit it in the air."                             Yes, I think he was out, but hey it is T-Ball no one is keeping score...officially.

Running back to the dugout.

Titan was a little disappointed that both teams received trophies.  He thought only the winning team should.  I have to admit I agree, however, I am sad to say that his team would not have been the winning team this year!  He decided that his team's trophies were bigger, therefore they won.  I couldn't bring myself to tell him that no, in fact both teams trophies were exactly the same size.  How did my baby boy get so big so fast, I don't want this to happen!

Liddy's 6 month well check (okay, well 7 month well check)

Liddy went to the doctor yesterday. She officially weighs 16lbs. 12oz. and is 28 ¼ inches long. I thought I miss understood the doctor, but after clarifying, she is in the 80 percentile for her height and the 50th percentile for her weight. Now to get Travis to quit saying she is short and cubby!

She showed off for the doctor jabbering away, tried to crawl off the table, and stole his keys.  This time however, she didn't do so well with the shots.  Poor little girl screamed her head off!  I thought Titan might also cry as the nurse stuck her with the needle.  I hope he is always as caring and protective of his sister. 

Liddy's Big Week!

It has been busy in our household, from family pictures to T-Ball games to birthday parties it seems like we haven’t been home for a second. The busiest hands down has been Liddy. She is now sitting up all by herself and we officially have forward motion! Yes, instead of just going backwards she can move forward, but just a little and I don’t think it could be considered out and out crawling but more like stretching and pulling herself forward. I am sure it won’t be long till we can officially call it crawling! It makes me sad and happy at the same time. Where did my newborn go? Maybe most impressive, and a little disappointing, is she is now saying da da da, once I swear it was a full Daddy! Why is it always dada, not mama?! I mean really we are the ones who carry them for 9 months and give birth you think at least we could be their first word!



And last, but not least, Liddy attended her very first birthday party yesterday. Chloe turned one. Happy Birthday Chloe! It was the first time that Chloe, Bell, and Liddy had all been together at the same time so we decided to try and get a picture of the three of them. Well, let’s just say that it was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. I am not sure which was more funny the babies or the adults trying to get the babies to look at the camera and smile! I would love to post some pictures BUT, I lost my camera somewhere! So fingers crossed in the near future I will find it and post some adorable pictures of those 3 sweet little girls!

My Sleeping Boy

Somedays I feel like all I do is yell at him:

  Stop running in the house.

Be quite, you are going to wake up your sister. 

Pick up your toys,

your clothes,

your shoes...

Sit up!

Stand up!

Sit down!

Hurry up!

Be good!

Don't do that!

Eat your supper!

Get in the bathtub!

Then I see this sweet little sleeping face and I wish I would have said:

I love you!

You are wonderful!

You make me smile!

You are my world.

Goodnight my sweet boy!

“Did our cows win?”

Today I watched the Derby with my three favorite people. Right before the race we each picked our horses. Titan picked two one for him and one for Liddy. Titan was excited and watched very closely. When it was over he asked Travis, “Daddy, did our cows win?” I was about to lose it…yes my little farm boy didn’t know the difference between a horse and a cow! After we finished laughing Travis explained to him that they were horses not cows, he said. “I know that!” Our cows, or horses, did not win. It is a good thing we weren’t betting on the race, because we would have lost everything!

Green Beans!

Tonight was our first attempt at baby food. I say “our” because Grandma Benna already fed her yogurt and Mamaw Connie a gummy bear and a marshmallow bunny.

(Dear future grandchildren: I promise to not feed you anything before your mommy and daddy have and I promise not to give you junk food. You may not like me for it, but someday you will understand.)

So needless to say Liddy wasn’t real thrilled with the idea of eating green beans!

(I really can’t say that I blame her.)

She was all about it at first, she almost came out of the seat!

But then she tasted it.  I really can't say for sure how much she actually ate.  I am pretty sure she had more on the bib, her clothes, the seat and the counter than she actually kept in her mouth. 

Maybe we will try again tomorrow night.  I did notice that Travis didn't attempt to eat the left over food.  Which is something he tried to do with Titan.  Even he, "Mr. I can't let it go to waste" couldn't eat the baby food!  You know it must be bad if that is the case.

I learned a lesson, but he didn’t

So the story starts a few weeks back when I called Travis on the phone and asked him to pick up some windshield wipers for my car on his way home from work. He didn’t. He said that he needed the car to be able to do it. Well, I knew better than that but I went along with it even though that voice in my head said to just do it yourself. “I’ll take the car up Saturday and get new ones.” He said. Well Saturday came and went and I still had no windshield wipers on my car. Luckily it hadn’t rained and I hadn’t thought about it again. That was until Thursday morning. After driving to drop the kids off at the babysitter’s, on the worst road in the county, in the pouring rain, I not only had remembered the windshield wipers but was furious that he hadn’t changed them. After a slight argument with myself where I was torn between you should have just taken care of it yourself and NO WAY, he should have to be responsible for SOMETHING! I dialed Travis’s work phone,

Me: “Put the keys in your car, I am trading you cars.”


Travis: “Okay, Why?”


Me: “Because you didn’t change the windshield wipers and I can’t see a thing.”


Travis: “Okay”


Me: (Okay?! No, I’m sorry, I forgot, no nothing….) “Okay”

After telling me where he parked the car I got off the phone. That’s where I start to realize that my plan wasn’t such a good idea. You see in the moment I thought, I’ll show him, but really the only person who got “showed” was me.


Here I am, already late for work, pulling into his work to switch cars. It is still raining, and I have 2 bags in the car to transfer over to his. There were no other parking spots so I had to pull his car out and then pull mine into the same spot. Needless to say after this ordeal I was slightly wet and getting madder by the second. (knowing he was just inside that building with not a care in the world)


Settled in his car, and once again on my way to work, I realized what a pain it is to drive a car that someone else has been driving. Nothing is in the right place and everything on his car is opposite mine, so when I was trying to turn the windshield wipers on I was turning the turn signal on and so on. The seat isn’t where I would have it etc. etc. So I turned up the radio and tried to forget the message that was creeping up in my head. “You should have done it yourself and you aren’t hurting anyone but yourself”


Pulling into the parking lot at work another fact hits me…I left my keys to the building in my car! UGH! This little exercise was supposed to be a lesson to Travis not a hardship on me! So the rain is still coming down and now I have to walk twice as far to the front door since I don’t have my key. Soaking wet, mad and feeling defeated I learned my lesson. Just do it yourself and don’t try to prove a point. It just makes it harder on you.


To pour salt into the wound I called Travis at the end of the day to remind him I had a hair appointment and I wouldn’t be home till later. He asks me, “Did you switch me cars today?” “Yes,” I said. Clearly, my switching cars did not bother him for one single second. I learned a lesson, but he didn’t.

"She looks like a boy."

So today I dressed Liddy in what I thought was a very cute outfit. It was blue and white. Tonight when she was sitting in her blue bouncy seat that was a hand-me-down from Titan, Travis and Titan both said, “She looks like a boy.” Really?! I thought, the blue and white outfit had butterflies and bows on it! I would have taken a picture so you could judge for yourself, but before I could grab my camera, Liddy did what Liddy does. Made a mess of the clothes she was wearing. Since there is already one picture of my daughter in poopy pants on the internet (Life By The Mill) I decided to not post another! And let’s just say that might have been the first and the last time she wears her “boy” outfit. I must admit however, at a glance from across the room, with no bow in her hair, she did look just like Titan! 

Liddy's Moving!

She's moving!  I put her on the mat...she ended up with one leg under the couch, in less than two minutes.  I almost panicked when I walked into the room and she wasn't still on her mat!

I can't believe how big she is getting!  Looking just like her daddy! (slobbers and all!)

Farming

Farming season has begun.  This means that we will now be late to everything we attend, if we make it there at all, and I will be playing single mom for the next few months.  For the past couple of years Travis has been helping my dad, farm.  I really can't complain because he is helping my dad but it does get old quick.  So from now till all the crops are in the ground, Travis will be in the field every night that it isn't raining and every weekend.  Here is how the first weekend went.

Saturday I woke up to Titan and Travis arguing about the size of Titan’s shoes. Titan is saying, “But daddy they are too small, they hurt my toes.” And Travis says, “But those are your farming shoes the ones you can walk in the mud in.” Titan, “But they are too small.” So out of bed I go, into Titan’s room to find him a pair of shoes. Where are you going I ask, I get two responses from Travis, “to the field.” From Titan, “to Pa Hauger’s” I wondered who was going to win that battle?  Travis and Titan always go to the field but somehow Titan always ends up at my dad's.  Sure enough later that day I had to go pick him up at dad's. 

That night we decided to try to take Titan to Thunder over Louisville. This would be his first trip. There is something about Thunder over Louisville and small children that just doesn't seem to appealing to me. However, Titan is older now and we thought he could handle it. But because it is now farming season, Travis was gone all day, and yes we were running late. 

I had explained to Titan that Liddy was to little and the sound of the fireworks might scare her so she was going to stay at Grandma's.  He wasn't real thrilled about this.  I would like to think that it was because he loves his sister and didn't want to go without her but something tells me it might just be that he was a little jealous of her getting to stay at Grandma's. 

Anyway, we made it down to Jeffersonville in time to get a bite to eat and find a place to park.  By accident we found a small open field where several cars were pulled off.  We decided to follow suit.  Instead of fighting the crowd and the cold we decided this might be our best option.  I snapped a picture of Titan while we were waiting for the fireworks to begin.  He just looks like he is up to something, doesn't he?



Next time we try Thunder we won't watch from the car.  It just isn't the same.  It is just one of those things that if you are going to do it you have to be all in or stay home.  Of course about half way throught the fireworks Travis had to hit the road, to avoid the traffic.  Both Titan and I were a little disappointed but we did miss all the traffic. Titan was asleep about a mile into the drive, but before he drifted off he said, "Liddy could have come, it wasn't to loud."  Maybe he does love his sister. 












Sunday was more farming, suprise, suprise.  This time Liddy and I were asked to participate.  We took the boys to the field to move the equipment. You know when your are driving 10 miles an hour there isn't much to do so I took this photograph.  Notice the tractor in the mirror, that would be the boys. 



















 (I don't even remember signing up for this job, I guess you could count this as one of those "How Did I get Here?" kind of moments I was talking about.)

How did I get here?

Driving home today I had one of those, “How did I get here?” kind of moments. I’m not talking about the, “I know I just drove home and I don’t remember it moments”, but rather a kind of moment where you stop and say, “I never saw this path for my life and I am not even sure how this all happened.” If you haven’t had one of the moments then maybe I am just crazy. I am not sure if it is because how fast time flies or just some other reason, but it seems that sometimes life just catches up with me and I have this overwhelming feeling of awe at how things happen. Regardless of how it happened, or my lack of vision of it, I am glad I am here. Glad I am living this life, with my kids and my husband.

Just my deep thought for the day (Maybe it is the lack of sleep catching up with me! Between my fussy baby, my snoring husband, and my overwhelming urge to drink caffeine right before bed, I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep all week!)

"Ferty!"

On the way home tonight Titan asked what number he had to count to so that we would be home. I said 100. Titan has been able to count to 100 for some time now, however, he has had one little issue. The number 30 and the number 40 were both pronounced forty. So when counting it sounded like he went from 29 to 40. Then you would hear 47, 48, 49, 40! So a few days ago Travis and I tried to teach him how to say thirty. On the way home tonight it went something like this. Twenty nine, ferty, ferty one, ferty two, ferty three, ferty four, ferty five, ferty six, ferty seven, ferty eight, ferty nine, FORTY! I wonder if I could get him referred for speech therapy now?!