Getting Old?

On the way to church yesterday, John asked me some random question.  At the moment, I don't remember what the question was, but this was our conversation.

me: I don't know, John.

John: Why not?

me: Because I'm getting old.

John: You're not old, Mom.  Daddy's (pause) not old either.

me: Oh! Well, that's good to know.  Thanks, John.

John: But Grandpa is old!  Not Grandpa VM or Grandpa-Great though.

me: (trying to control my laughter) Why don't you think Grandpa VM or Grandpa Great are old?

John: Well, they don't have holes in their pants and shirts.

(If I hadn't been laughing so hard, I should have responded by saying that John must be old too since he keeps getting holes in his jeans.)

Potty Dance

Here's a conversation I just had with John.

John?  Do you have to go potty?

This isn't my potty dance, Mom.

Then what kind of dance is it?

It's just my dancing dance.  Like on a show.  A dance show.

I guess I better go make sure the dancing dance hasn't turned into a potty dance while I typed this.  =)

Be Positive

While watching Super Why this morning, the prince in the story kept saying, "I can't".  This has been something John's been saying lately as well.

I said to John, "Hmmm...I wonder who else has been saying that a lot."

John's response?  "Me and Daddy."

Funny how kids pick up on those things, huh?

The super story answer was BE POSITIVE, a lesson for all.

Need a Laugh?

Emma's wearing John's black dress shoes (on the wrong feet), no pants, a dirty shirt, and a backpack on her while pushing an empty stroller.  Gotta love my daughter's individual style.  (When she saw me get the camera, she slammed the door in my face.  This was the smirk I caught as I opened the door back up.  Do you think she's sick of me taking pictures yet?  LOL)

Not Me Monday

Not Me Mondays were started by MckMama, and she has a great one today.  Well, actually today her post is a Not Me My Husband Monday...and it's hilarious!

Here's mine...When I saw this:

 

I did not grab my camera before getting a paper towel and letting John wipe his face clean.  When realizing it was ketchup instead of blood, I did not laugh hysterically at my son's expense.

Just so you know, John was not harmed in this instance.  After I took the pictures, I DID wipe his face clean and rinse his eye with cool water.  This all happened because John decided to fold a ketchup packet in half and squeeze it.

A Rough Night

Last night, John woke up several times.  These are some of the conversations we had during the night:

What's wrong, John?

(sobbing) Mater's broken.

What?

(pointing to the wall at his CARS wall decals piled on stacked on each other) Mater's broken!

 Mommy will fix him in the morning.

Fix him now, Mommy.

(peeling apart some of the decals) Okay, he's fixed now.  (I wipe away his tears as he's calming down.  Then suddenly...)

I want my mommy!

John, I'm right here.  What's the matter now?

I can't read!

You can't read?  John, you read better than most 4 year old kids.

(hysterical) But I can't read a whole book.

Do you want me to help you read tomorrow?

Okay.

A couple hours later, John woke up with a fever and coughing.  He moved to sleep on our floor and his breathing was very rough sounding as he tried to go back to sleep.

I can't stop my snoring, Mommy!

Then after some medicine, John decided he wanted his bed again.  As we walked into his room...

Say prayers with me.

We prayed that he would feel better and get a good night's rest so we could have a fun day.  As I'm leaving, I told him I'd check on him in a little bit.

(whimpering) Will you check on me 100 times?

Sure, John, I'll check on you 100 times.

But I want you to check on me 107 times!

Okay, okay, I will.  Now go to sleep.

He was quiet just long enough for me to write down his funny sayings that night and crawl into bed.  However, he soon woke up again.  I rocked and sang to him, laid on the couch with him, and finally moved into our bed where he slept well until morning and has been fine.  I, on the other hand, did not sleep well.


Fortunately, John has been fine since then, so I don't know what was up with the fever.  After supper though I was slightly concerned because he sat down on our step stool and said,

I feel nauseous.

You feel nauseous?  Do you know what that means?

No.

It means that your stomach feels sick.  Do you feel nauseous?

Well, no.  I just feel sad.

Plans

John's in timeout and said, "I don't want you to tell me what to do. I have my own plans." Hate to break it to you kid, but you're staying in timeout.

Quote of the Day

I needed John and Emma to get out from under my feet for awhile this afternoon, so I decided to stick them in the bathtub.  They were having so much fun just playing, and I got started on our pile of laundry.  
When I went in to check on them, they were working (together!) to fill the three cups clear up to the very top.  John turns to me and says, "Mommy, we're getting ready to get bathitized."  He must pay more attention in church than I thought!

Prayers

John's latest prayers have been ending like this:   

and God bless Aunt Jackie and the baby in her tummy, Miss Shonda and the baby in her tummy, and the baby that will be in Mommy's tummy. 

When asked about that statement, he said he wants to have another sister or a brother.  Ugh.

Yes, babies have been on John's mind a lot lately.  That was the theme in preschool last week, so he was asking all sorts of questions about when he was a baby.  It was fun to look back at his baby pictures (those are actually in an album!).

Persistence

I was taking pictures of the kids during their bath tonight. It was very evident how much they look alike, especially when their hair is all soaped up and you can't tell how long it is.





Toward the end of our picture session, Emma started "playing" with herself. So I asked her if she needed to go potty. She stood up and reached for the potty, so I set her on it. She sat there for a little bit, but didn't go. So I put her back in the tub to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. That's when she gets really mad, so I took her out of the tub.

John decided at that moment that he wanted to get out too. After wrapping Emma up in her towel, I set her on the floor just outside the bathroom. While getting John out of the tub, Emma decided to stand up and go pee on the floor. If only I'd been more persistent in making her sit on the potty...

A Big Tummy?

John's response to this picture: Why is Jackie's tummy so big?

Me: (thinking: seriously...THIS is big?) Why do you think it's getting bigger?

John: Because she's going to have a BABY! Her baby is going to be tinier than Emma.

Warning: DART buses

On the way to visit Grandma VM at Lake Red Rock this evening, John called her from my cell phone.

This isn't Jules, Grandma. I'm John. We're on our way.

Do you see that bus, Grandma? It's going in front of that van.

Me: That's a DART city bus, John.

It's a DART city bus. With a horn on it. It's DANGEROUS!

Don't step near it.

***After all the pedestrian vs. DART bus accidents of late, I think that sounds like a good warning. Funny that it's coming from an almost-4-year-old.

One Stylin' Babe

Pajamas, John's shoes (that light up!), and the big, green pacifier

A Mop

While playing with John tonight, I was alternating between Dancing with the Stars and The Biggest Loser. They were showing clips from the beginning of The Biggest Loser, and Helen was laughing at her hair. She asked why no one had told her she had a mop on her head. A couple minutes later, John turned to me and said, "Mommy, you have a mop on your head." Thanks John...

Shoe-Addict x2

In an earlier post, I mentioned that Emma is a shoe-addict. As if proving my point, tonight while I was getting John out of the bathtub, Emma went into her room and crawled inside the shoe bin. She played with shoes for at least 10 minutes before crying for help. At least this way, the shoes aren't scattered all over the house.

Shoe-Addict

Emma loves walking around the house with something in her hands. Usually though, she's holding a spoon, toothbrush, or shoe. The obsession with shoes continues to become more and more noticeable though. Yesterday, when I went to lay her down to bed, I put the shoe away. She screamed, but as soon as I gave her the shoe, she closed her eyes.

Tonight Emma was carrying a leather shoe to the bathtub and was about ready to throw it in. I quickly grabbed that shoe and replaced it with one of her crocs. Who knew shoes would become bath toys? After Emma had a shoe in the tub, John wanted one too. His Lightning McQueen crocs received a good bath. Don't know about John though...Here are the pics of Emma with her shoe. She was the main reason for the bath - spaghetti all over her face and hair (and she'd had her hair in a clip today too).

Money Hungry?

After writing out our check to church on Sunday, Emma grabbed the checkbook. She was walking into the aisle with it and it was too cute! Suzette just happened to be sitting across the aisle, so she snapped a few quick photos for me. Emma had been tapping Jack's arm to get his attention, but she still wouldn't share that checkbook. When I first tried to get it back, she gave me quite the look. Wish that was caught on camera! Then I actually took it from her and she started screaming...during prayer. She got the checkbook back until I brought her to the nursery.

Climbing...

Emma LOVES climbing. Her favorite thing to climb is the step stool in the bathroom because then she can look in the mirror...or grab combs and toothbrushes. She had gotten up early on Friday and my wonderful husband got her up in order to give me a few more minutes to sleep. Anyway, she was following him around and then climbed the step stool and turned on the curling iron! Needless to say, Scott unplugged it after she got it on two different times. These are some pictures I managed to take on Saturday night before bed.

Stickers Galore!

John loves stickers. I have to be careful to give him only a few at a time. Unfortunately, a few sticker sheets fell off the shelf in his bedroom. This was the result:

John stories...

Saturday night I trimmed John's hair - just around the ears and back because it was driving me CRAZY. He still needs a haircut, but at least the hair isn't over his ears right now. Anyway, I left the scissors on the bathroom sink. At supper last night, John didn't want to eat, left the table and slammed our bedroom door. I figured he was in our room, so I left him there a couple minutes. When I went to tell him to come back to the table, I discovered that he was in the bathroom and had just slammed the bedroom door for special effect. Are you putting 2 and 2 together yet? You guessed it...he used the scissors to cut his hair. Fortunately, he only completed 2 snips - one on top and one on the side - and I can barely tell where they were! Unfortunately, no pictures were taken BECAUSE you can't tell he cut it.

Then last night before bed Scott went to the fridge for a glass of milk and was disappointed that it wasn't very cold. He took a look at the temperature settings and the fridge had been turned off and the freezer was turned way down. He's done this one other time to the freezer. This is better than a broken fridge, but still not good. I have to laugh though because the freezer dial is hard to turn. Scott asked me if I've been coaching him on how to turn them. Nope...I've talked to John already this morning about not doing this again.

Then about 2:30 this morning, I heard John crying and noticed a light on outside our room. This has become a habit the last few nights as he's been waking himself up to go to the bathroom (and thinking that he can then watch a "John show" on TV). I walk out of our room and see John standing at the toilet, crying, with his pants and pull-up around his ankles. Hilarious! This time he really did go potty. YEAH! He said he was tired, so I told him to go back to bed, but he wanted to come to our bed. I told him I'd come to his room for awhile. His response? "Mommy you lay on the right side...no the left side! I want to be on the right side and you lay on the left side." Funny thing is that when we went into his room, he crawled up and went on the right side and showed me where the left side was. =) Emma was crying, so I took her to our room to feed her. By the point I was done with her, he was asleep and I went to my own bed.

John just discovered a VHS tape of Veggie Tales: Dave and the Giant Pickle. He said, "Mommy, here is a DVD, but where is the movie?" We're now watching the video, but the picture definitely is not as nice as that on a DVD - and I'm not one to notice things like that most of the time...