Wednesday, October 21, 2009

October: Danger and Delight

I figure if I'm going to try to keep a blog for our family and I'm not going to keep a detailed scrapbook or baby book I ought to record the funny things my kids are doing.

Caleigh:
  • She caught me saying stupid. She called me on saying a bad word, and a few minutes later she said, "It looks like I'm the Mommy now."
  • She has learned to read fifteen words, including red, blue, purple, one, two, run, open, circle, oval, a, and the.
  • She can draw people with heads, eyes, mouths, L noses, and block bodies. She could go through 100 sheets of paper a day.
  • She is doing a better job sitting through big church and has enjoyed going to children's church a few times.
  • She told everyone at church that Rusty went to Florida to be a better pastor. (He went to a conference.)
  • She went to the circus and decided she wanted to be Kayla, the 6-year-old circus girl. She got to ride the elephant, and when she told anyone about it, she included the fact that Daddy didn't get to ride because he didn't have enough money.
  • She has been watching Shirley Temple, so she dances and sings "He's a Dandy" everywhere we go.
  • One night without a pull-up ended in two wet beds. Poor Mommy, and I woke up on the couch with her asking, "Mommy, are you still frustrated with me for wetting the bed?"
Elisha:
  • New Words: juu for juice, toes, boots, socks, poo-poo, pee-pee, baby, nana for banana and apple and other pieces of fruit, haw-haw for horse
  • We noticed his right foot turns in. We're not too worried about it since most kids grow out of it after a year of walking, but we'll ask the doctor at his next visit.
  • He is starting to get his 2-year molars, I think. He woke up last night, going, "awww, awww, awww" with his fingers in his mouth.
  • He loves to stick out his tongue.
  • He pitches fits when sister takes his stuff or doesn't share.
  • He dumped a salt shaker in the floor after I had just finished sweeping today.
  • He blows kisses, pop noise included.
  • He picks at/kisses my belly and says, "baby."
  • He has to visit our neighbor's dog every day as if he is going to the zoo. Unfortunately, Buddy, the dog, tries to pee on him every time.
  • He likes to clean up more than Caleigh ever has, but he may turn around and dump out what he just cleaned up.
  • He has sat on the potty a few times, but nothing has happened. That doesn't mean he hasn't hit the floor few times though.
  • He loves raisins.

Elisha trying on his giraffe costume

Caleigh getting ready for Cubbies. She loves it - the bag, vest, and book. She thinks she is so big. She has learned over 5 Bible verses already and hasn't had to sit in the time-out chair.

Another Sunday photo, double toothbrushes, cowboy boots, and Mommy's red belt

I'm a real, live...dog.

Uh-oh...read the next caption.

Can you see the bloody, glued patch on Elisha's head? Caleigh accidentally dropped a fence post on Elisha's head, and we had to take him to the emergency room. He cried about 2 minutes after receiving the injury...until I gave him his milk cup. At the hospital, they glued him up with Dermabond. He was really great expect for the five minutes it took me to wash the blood out of his hair. He hates to be cleaned or dressed. (Side Note: The hospital was slightly creepy. Everyone was wearing masks. They even gave me one since I'm pregnant. The RN consoled me with the fact that the hospital is no more contaminated with germs than Walmart.)

My Birthday and a Half: Eighteen Months



September Silliness

What can I say? We're a silly family....and a happy family (most of the time).

I caught myself asking Rusty if he thought our kids are happy the other day. Of course, we agree that they are happy children, but he pointed out that that might be the wrong question to ask. The fascination with happiness is such a modern idea. It really only sets us up for disappointment, depression... We only hope and pray that our children grow into godly children who desire to please the Lord and who are content in Him. But, we hope that our silliness produces a loving atmosphere that points our children to our loving Father.

Happy Birthday, Granny!

The Langfords: Joseph, Rusty, Elisha, Steve, Granny, and Jess

Lisha a little happier than Uncle Jo

Camp Out: Cole spent the night, so Rusty set up the tent
(in the front yard under the big streetlight at near midnight).
Caleigh made it about 30 minutes, but she thought
it was really cool to have slept in the tent.
Lisha with DoDo: My parents say Lisha's name for Cole is payback for his name for me -
Ca-Ca, or Mexican poop.

Rusty dressed the kids in garbage bags

Lovingly wrestling in Mommy and Daddy's bed first thing in the morning

If you saw my facebook post about glitter...this is the picture to prove it. She dumped it out, spread it all over everything, proceeded to eat it, and ended up pooping the next day.