Thursday, April 16, 2009

My 2009 Goals

I thought maybe if I would put these down somewhere other than my planner, I would actually get them done. ;)

  1. Lose 12 pounds (although 17 would be nice. Then I would be at my pre-pre-pregnancy weight.)
  2. Finish Connor's scrapbook of his first two years.
  3. Start (and maybe even finish) the twins' first year scrapbook. (Yes, they get screwed because there are two of them so I am only doing the first year.)
  4. Complete the outline and write at least six chapters of my book.
  5. Have a super-organized kitchen and bedroom. (The kitchen remodel starts in May, hopefully will be completed by June. And the bedroom is waiting on the dressers. And for Keith to make the drawer boxes.)

Well, five goals doesn't really seem like a lot to accomplish in 8 months. Of course it doesn't take into account my master to do list, or my weekly to do list, or the house to do list (and don't forget the list I have for Keith!) ... have you noticed I like my lists??? :P Plus I've got to potty-train Connor and get him prepped for pre-school, find a nanny or some other daycare for the fall, plan my gardens, redo our home filing system because it's messy and outdated, finish mom's grandmother's bracelet, did I mention I volunteered to be the MOTS coordinator for the twin club, plan the twins' first birthday party, make some baby quilts, and purge all the junk in the crawl space.

And they say multi-tasking is overrated.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


The other day, Connor had a yo-yo (really just a piece of ribbon, but he learned about yo-yos at nana's). And he was playing with it and told me he was a cowboy. Then he said "eeeeee ha".

Last night he took his Elmo coat rack and brought it into the nursery. Then he held onto two of the handles and told me to say cheese. And then he took my picture as though Elmo was a camera on a tripod.

Also last night he asked me if we were going to Gigi's for a party. And if Ann, Lexi and Tommy were going to be there. (We were just at Gigi's for our Easter party.)

I went into the bathroom and locked the door. He came knocking and told me it was locked. Then I opened the door and he yelled, "Mommy's home!" (I had been home for about 2 hours at that point.)

He got ahold of one of my bracelets, put it on top of his head, and said, "I too big Mommy!"

When I tell him that he is being a good big brother, he says to me, "I no big brother, I Connor!"

Some mornings when I ask him what he wants for breaksfast, he tells me that he wants cheez-its. After I tell him he can't have that for breakfast, he says, "I know." And laughs.

Last night I was putting him to bed and had finished reading the story he picked out. He asked me to sing "twinkle", then interrupted me to tell me, "No, I do now." Then he sang it to me.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Connor and the quarter

I have tried my hardest to keep all coins away from Connor. First it's because I was afraid he would put one in his mouth. And now it is because I am afraid he will put one in a baby's mouth. (I am already spending way too much energy keeping things like throw rugs, paper, and toy cars out of their mouths.)

Anyway, yesterday at Gigi's house, Uncle Tommy wanted to get in on the egg hunt. Gigi (my grandma) had put little pieces of chocolate in some eggs and hid them in (quite obvious) places around her living room. Tom added two more - each with a quarter inside. Lexi got her quarter, but was more excited about the candy. Connor on the other hand, was VERY excited to see that dumb quarter and insisted on carrying it around with him all day. At least most of the time it could be in his pocket, but still he liked to pull it out and show it to people.

Fast forward to coming home last night. First, he dropped it into the seatbelt slot on his carseat on the drive home. Luckily, mommy's fingers were thin enough to jam her hand in there to get it out because he needed it right away. He then had to carry it around all night. The babies were in their rockers, he had it in his hand and was next to the couch, and I went upstairs for just a minute. I came back down and the quarter was gone. The babies were still playing happily and weren't coughing or sputtering, so I knew they were okay. I asked Connor where the quarter went. He told me he didn't know. He kept asking me, "where quarter go? mommy, where go? it gone."

Afraid that it might have rolled somewhere that later a chubby little hand would find it, I crawled around on the floor, lifting up the playmats and the couch cushions, even sticking my hand under the couch (where I did find a ball, a train track, and a teddy graham). I keep asking him what he did with it. He keeps looking under things and saying, "no, not there." I think to myself, what a great helper I have - he really is trying to help me find it.

Silly mommy. After ten minutes of searching, he walks to the other side of the room and picks up a cup he had left on his play stove. He dumps the quarter in his hand and says, "here mommy. quarter right here." My sneaky little boy knew where it was all along. Ah, the joys of having an almost 3-year old. And in a short time, I will have two more mischief makers working against me.