Sunday, February 13, 2011

Top Ten--January 2011 (part I)

Our top ten is very Adam-centric this month. Of course he’s 3 . . . and goofy . . .and, well, he’s home all day with me and the other 3 do a lot of their funny stuff where I can’t hear it anymore. Beggars can’t be choosers, folks, so I’ll take what I can get. And now, for our January top ten:

10-I think we finally figured out how we are going to arrange the kids in their bedrooms. It took awhile, though, and I took to asking everyone for advice, even the 3 year old.
M: Where should we put the baby’s bed?
A: Right next to mine, so I can pet him.

9-In which we discover Isaac is made of rubber: January in Utah is obviously cold and snowy and the parking lots could be skating rinks. You would think these conditions would cause everyone to stop and think before they run out in front of cars. Except a certain 5 year old. . . who got hit by a car . . . in our church parking lot the first Sunday of 2011. Like I said, though—made of rubber. Isaac bounced right back up and headed into church with no side effects besides a small hip bruise. One. Lucky. Kid.

8—Things that made me say “gross” this month:
• I’m a pickle fan. Always have been. But I drew the line at Isaac’s enthusiastic gulp of water that he squeezed dill pickle juice into. Gross.
• Excessive burping at the dinner table (which dramatically increased after we watched the infamous minute long burp of Buddy in “Elf.” I love that movie, but . . . gross.)
• Adam’s current favorite of peanut butter, jelly, and pepperoni sandwiches. Just . . . gross.
• Lucy drinking 3 syringes full of pickle juice (what is it with our family and pickle juice?) Gross.

7—Adam overheard (on his way from the bathroom where he had to brush his teeth, to the kitchen where he was to put away the silverware): Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh! I neeeeeed to do everything!”

Yeah, woe is you, son. (And . . . seriously? You’re three!!)

6—Abundant signs that it might be time to get Lucy new glasses: she can’t read the clock from 3 feet away, the squint is becoming a normal facial feature, her reading “they were baptized to wash away their skins” during scripture time, the super-glued bow coming loose every few days. Yup, it’s definitely time.

And now, though I had every intention of doing the whole top ten, I'm going to take a break and go to bed.  Because lying around on your backside all day baking a baby is exhausting I tell you:)  Stay tuned for tomorrow's episode of the top ten.

2 comments:

Sal-my-gal said...

It IS exhausting. It truly is. I'm glad you're 30 weeks pregnant. Here's hoping to several more.

Becca said...

How did I not know Isaac was hit by a car?