Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
at the Kearns household. Mason has been sick since Monday, so obviously is not very photogenic today. Which is ironic considering he took about 500 pictures with my digital camera today. He is quite the photographer. He apparently wandered around the house taking pictures of items he thought were interesting. He opened the pantry and took pictures of the food items, he opened the back door and took pictures out there, and he took pictures of his potty, only to name a few. It was quite funny to scroll through the 450+ pictures and see what was captured.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Where was this shirt when Mason was Charlie Brown for Halloween?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Growing up, my sister and I thought my mom was fearless. She killed bugs and spiders, rode on midnight trailrides on her horses, watched scary movies, shot at rats after dark in the shop (have I mentioned we lived out in the country)...you get the idea. It turns out she wasn't fearless, she was brave.
I had no idea that my mom was afraid of spiders. In fact, she lets out girly shrieking sounds when she tries to kill one and it turns to run towards her. I was speechless the first time I saw this happen a few years ago. Actually, I was speechless because I was laughing so hard. Our conversation went something like this..."What's wrong? (remember we are now laughing), I hate spiders!, But you were never afraid of them before. Yes I was, I just didn't want you two to know it."
So I wonder what Mason and Reese will look back on and think... "wow, mom was brave!"
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I'm pretty sure I have almost this exact pose with Mason and Miles when he was about 8 months old too, except in a different house. They still really do favor each other as babies, but I think she is looking more like a girly girl.
Everyone always asks if Reese is "always this happy" when they see her because she is a very happy baby out and about. Well, I always say yes, as long as she's not poopy, tired, or hungry she's the happiest baby in the world. However, patience is not a virtue of an 8 month old baby girl when she is ready to get out of her high chair. We have had the pleasure of seeing this face several times and she even has an adorable little yell that goes along with it. So, yes she is ALMOST always a happy baby. It's great for laughs though.
Just look for the Rebel for a Cause button to the right and check it out!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
For those that don't know what whirly ball is, it's a cross between lacrosse and bumper cars. The hardest part was learning to drive the bumper cars. I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow and have a few more bruises to identify. We joked that in 7 years of marriage, this was the first time Gary has seen me do any kind of physical competition. I have watched him run a race, play softball, and basketball, but he hasn't seen me do anything.
I'm sure I will be having dreams about whirly ball for many nights to come...in high school I used to dream about basketball games all the time to the point where I would sit up in bed in the middle of the night to catch a pass. I loved playing basketball.
The funniest thing was one of our small group members was quite the trash talker during the game...he's one of the pastors at our church. It was hilarious.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Some may know that my Dad is one of those men who knows a little about everything, can fix anything, and is quite physically intimidating (he's 6'4", 225+ lbs). Well, when I was probably in junior high my mom, dad, sister, 2 of my parents' friends and myself all piled into our truck to go to the local fair. We lived in the country growing up. When we got there it was dark. Dad asked for some chap stick right before we were getting out of the car. So my parents' friend Liz offered her chap stick. Only it wasn't chap stick. It was a tube of very bright red lipstick. It was dark so he couldn't tell, but all the rest of us saw that it was lipstick. Dad willingly accepted it and applied a very healthy amount to his lips. We were all chuckling and giggling on the inside. I think we all even got out of the truck and started heading towards the gate, but we couldn't hold it in any longer. We had to tell him. Luckily, he thought it was pretty funny. It was priceless.
I was a twirler in the high school band at a very small school. When I was a sophomore there were about 26 kids in the marching band. One Friday night we were at an away game and I was out on the field twirling to some "hip" song (or more like our band director thought it was hip) when I noticed that the band was getting softer and softer until they almost completely stopped playing. Apparently, I had a wardrobe malfunction that had caused the entire band to take notice and start laughing so hard they couldn't play their instruments. I, however, did not notice that it was drafty down my back and rear. When it was pointed out a fellow twirler was nice enough to run over during our routine and zip me up so we could continue our routine. I got some cat calls and offers of tips once we made it back into the stands. Not something a very shy teenager wants, but I survived.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Mason was standing at the sink with his hand down the back of his pants.
Me: Mason, get your hand out of your booty.
Mason: But I do it all the time.
I have always heard of the dreaded toddler "why?" phase where they ask why for everything you say. We have hit that phase, but with a twist...Mason says "why not?" to everything.
Me: Mason, go pick up your toys.
Mason: Why not?
Sometimes it's hilarious to listen to how funny it sounds just adding the not at the end.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
First of all, I flew with Mason & Reese all by myself to Corpus Christi on Friday to watch my twin sister run in her very first marathon. Wow! What a weekend. The kids did awesome on the flight even though they were both awake.
Ann had to coach a basketball game Saturday morning (which unfortunately they lost) and Mason and cousin Austin played so hard any chance they could on the court. During half-time, we went out to do some musical chairs with the cars, which were parked on a small street on the school campus. So I happen to look away for an instant while digging in the backseat of the car only to turn back around to find Mason standing in the middle of the street with his pants and undies down around his ankles peeing. What made it even funnier was the fact that a car coming towards him had to stop and wait for him to finish and a couple walking along the sidewalk just laughed and said "When you gotta go, you gotta go".
So then we packed a Tahoe with 8 people and drove the 2.5 hours to San Antonio. Sunday morning we were all up at 5:30 am to get Ann to the Rock-n-Roll marathon, her first one ever. She did amazing. Mile 6 looked like a walk in the park, or should I say a prance in the park when she saw us. Mile 12 looked like she was really enjoying herself. Mile 21.5 looked like she was re-thinking her decision to run a marathon. As she crossed the finish line she looked like she could have run a few more. She wasn't the least bit sore, hurting, or tired as she finished. A couple of hours later she was starting to get a little sore after sitting a while, but still nothing like she had anticipated. We were so proud of her as she finished. As soon as we met up with her she said she was definitely doing that again. It was inspiring, but not inspiring enough to make me want to take up running. Great job Ann! We only need one marathoner in the family.
I still can't get over how easy going Reese is compared to Mason as a baby. We were in and out of the car all day yesterday and today, changed up her bedtimes and made her nap everywhere, and I even forgot (acutally, didn't feel like) to feed her solids this weekend. She survived. And on a side note, everyone commented on how chunky and healthy she looked.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Gary works out at home using a DVD system called P90X and loves it! With the thunder and lightening tonight, we knew there was no way Mason was going to bed anytime soon so Gary went ahead and worked out with Mason. Tonight they did the plyometrics DVD together. I only videotaped a short segment, but it was hilarious to watch Mason emulate everything Gary was doing. When Gary took his shirt off (which he would not let me get on videotape) Mason had to do the same. When he stopped for water, Mason had to get water. Hilarious! The entire time he kept saying "Let's do that again!"
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
We have been monitoring Reese's weight gain for the last 4 months or so. She has continued to gain weight but at a much slower rate than they have wanted. So today I went to work with the kiddos and used their infant scale. She weighed 3 ounces less today than she did 10 days ago according to their scale. Yikes!
So here's where I have been beating myself up. I have not ignored, but dismissed any concerns with her weight since she is so happy, healthy looking, and slept way better than Mason ever did at this point. Last night she woke up a couple of times so I fed her once. Apparently, she must have been hungry based on her lack of weight gain today.
So now I feel awful. My stubborn self has insisted on BF her since I did with Mason for 14 months. I have nothing against formula, it's just my personal standard I have set for myself, the first year should be breastmilk. Apparently, it's a standard I have set too high.
So like I said, I am my own worst critic. Nobody has even hinted that I would have failed as a mother to not make it a year. In fact, it's the opposite. Everyone has commended my for making it this far with two kids and working part-time. But, that's where I come in and think to myself that I have failed Reese. When in fact, I probably failed her earlier by being so stubborn and not supplementing sooner. But, I know that I have not failed her at all. Again, my own worst critic.
She just woke from a nap, I nursed her a few minutes, then gave her a few ounces of formula. It is done. I have to get over it, but it is still hard on me. Knowing that she is my last makes it even harder.
On to more important things, please keep my friend Joy and her beautiful sweet little girl in your thoughts and prayers today as they endure some more medical testing. You can read back a couple of entries and read the concern they have, plus Joy is just an amazing woman and eloquent writer willing to share her many life events.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
He also decorated his own little pumpkin too. He is such the artist, just like his dad. Note, the little pumpkin sitting next to the cowboy pumpkin. By the way, thanks CeeCee for the cowboy hat. At least it's being put to good use. Also note the nice leftover chocolate icing around Mason's mouth from the chocolate cake he happily shared with Mama. He's definitely my child.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
On another note...where do kids learn to be such manipulators? Yesterday, Mason did something wrong, I don't even remember what it was, and I was talking to him in a very calm voice about it. In his most pitiful voice, his reply was "Mommy, don't yell at me. Don't get mad at me." I was taken aback and then laughed to myself. Where did he learn that? Well, I told Gary about it and to his astonishment, he did the same thing to Gary today. I was witness to that too and Gary didn't even raise his voice at Mason. I am afraid of what the teenage years may hold for us if he has already learned how to try to manipulate us now. Yikes!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I love you all the time.
I miss you all the time.
I eat that all the time.
I like CeeCee (my mom) all the time.
I go to school all the time.
I want to ride the horsies all the time.
On a different note. Yesterday I caught little girl trying to pull herself up to standing in her crib on the monitor. So I raced upstairs with my heart down in my knees to find her gnawing on the crib rail almost all the way up in standing. Needless to say, I lowered the crib mattress immediately. Today, she pulled herself to standing all the way up by herself. Yikes! She is 6.5 months old. That girl is definitely keeping us on our toes. I did finally get the top of the stairs gated yesterday, now I'm working on the bottom.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
We were all driving to dinner this evening and Reese was starting to cry in the backseat. Mason says, "Baby Ree crying, I don't think she like me". Gary and I had to crack up at that one.
Yesterday I was trying to get him to eat his chicken at dinner. After repeating "eat your chicken" several times, Mason scoots close to me, starts stroking my arm very gently with his hand, and says in a very sweet voice "Mama, I love you all the time." I laughed and gushed, but still made him eat his chicken. It was a nice try to get out of it though.
We have had a recent problem with Mason crying each day I drop him off at MDO. It has been getting better. This morning as Gary was getting ready to leave for work, Mason told him "Daddy you go to work? I pick you up. You don't cry." We just had to laugh because it is the same thing I have to tell him each time. Wouldn't you know he didn't cry this morning. It was great!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Gary did earn his 'man card' back on Saturday after watching college football all day long.
On Sunday, we decided to take a spur of the moment trip to the Fort Worth Zoo. Mason was so excited when we told him where we were going. This only happens about once or twice a year so it was a big deal that we didn't even plan for it. Each time we go to the zoo, we always take a minor detour and stop in Hurst for the best Mexican fast food ever...Rosas's Cafe. They are a staple when you live in west Texas, and that is one of the very few things we miss about west Texas. Usually, we buy extra and take it home and freeze it, but this time we had lunch first and then went to the zoo. So we have to wait probably another 6 months or so until more beef fajitas with queso. Yum!
I followed in the footsteps of a friend and made the decision not to take the camera to the zoo. I have to say it was quite liberating. Not feeling like I had to have the perfect picture at every exhibit. Plus, Reese wanted to be carried the majority of the way. So it worked out well for everyone involved.
We even took the kids to the park later when we got home. I joke with Gary saying we would have won a parenting award on Sunday since we had so much fun and it was all about the kids that day. It's so easy to get caught up with work, cleaning, cooking, and living that sometimes the kids don't get the attention they need at all times. I'm working on it.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I can't believe she is 6 months already. She has been such a sweet baby and is truly a blessing.
She doesn't normally get her pacifier unless it's nap or bedtime. However, now that she is mobile, I have found that a pacifier in the mouth means nothing else will go in (i.e. stickers, dogfood, popcorn, mail, etc.).
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I know you guys have been hanging on the edge of your seats waiting for my scrapbook page entry, so you're wait is over. I have been looking forward to completing this page since Reese was born. That's just the silly part of me being excited about a play on words involving Gary's favorite candy. And, I did not disappoint myself either. I'm sure Gary is glad that it is finished and that I will stop talking about it soon.
Reese is officially creeping on her hands and knees. She is never in the same place we have left her, which is going to make me have to keep my house cleaner from here on out. Mason loves popcorn and isn't exactly the neatest eater, and I haven't been the fastest at cleaning up messes either. So between the two of us we have to be more careful now.
Mason goes back and forth between being a camera ham and not wanting to be involved. He was in a ham it up mood today. As mentioned before, he loves his popcorn and has been asking for it everynight after dinner. Boy, does he know how to manipulate. When I was leaving for the retreat Saturday evening, Gary was getting ready to put Mason to bed when Mason says "Daddy, you eat popcorn WITH me in the chair and watch Chicken Little?" in the cutest melt your daddy's heart voice. It worked. They watched the entire movie before going to bed.
On a side note, Gary did survive the 18 hours alone with the kiddos which involved one night. They were pretty easy on him I have to say.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Me: "Eeeewwwww! That stinks! That must be a skunk!"
Mason: "Mama, I not a skunk, I Mason."
Me: "No sweetie, I smell something stinky and I bet it's a skunk."
Mason: "I not a skunk Mama, I Mason."
Me: "Mason, I'm not calling you a skunk. I smell a skunk."
Mason: "I not a skunk Mama. I Mason."
I could see this conversation wasn't going anywhere.
Apparently I have said this often lately.
Me: "Mason, time for a bath."
Mason: "I'm coming."
Me (a minute later): "Mason, get up here please"
Mason: "I''mmm coommminnnggg."
Me ( a minute later): "Mason! Now please."
Mason: "I'm coming! I'm not going to tell you again!"
Can you believe that!!!???