August Treyisms

1. Every morning when Trey gets up we sit in the recliner for a while together having snuggles. One morning he informed me, "Mommy! I'm too big for snuggles!" I couldn't believe my ears. "Well, when did this happen?" I asked.
"Yesterday".

2. Trey was asking about freckles one day but couldn't quite say the word right. It sounded more like "reckle". The next day he was looking at his arms closely. I asked what he was doing. He said " I can't find my frankle."

3. Trey still has to wear a pull up at night time. One morning while we were changing his pants I said " Oh Trey, how much longer are you gonna have wet pants?" I could tell he was thinking up an answer for me. In his most adult like voice he told me " just 1000 more days til dry pants".
Hmmm, that will put him in kindergarten....

4. Trey has noticed that the corn is starting to dry out and the stalks are looking brown. On the way to town one day he excitedly told me, "the corn has turned to wheat and its time to be combined!"

An example of unsafe sleeping

Disclaimer: do not do as I do, do as I say....back is best in an empty crib to prevent SIDS.

But that aside, isn't she hilarious?!
She is beyond the point of nursing and going to sleep like a little angel. Now there is much tossing and turning and whining until she finally "sings" herself to sleep. Then I sneak in and check on her before I go to bed. She is usually in a strange position but tonight was one of the craziest so far. (And yes, Mom, I uncovered her face and tucked her in snug as a bug. No worries. )

Lazy blogging

This is Trey walking home from Grandma's house. The real life action shot was more entertaining. Visualize his little doggie backpack bouncing this way and that. There was also his real life doggie entourage following behind him. Take my word for it, it was cute.

Silly Trey

Trey was all dressed up for a night on the town with Grandma. I snapped this first picture. Then Trey insisted I take a picture of him with his eyes closed. I thought that was funny, with the sun glasses and all.

I'm getting a brother!!!

No, my mom is not pregnant. My baby sister is getting married!
I felt a little sentimental on the day she came to show me her ring. I wasn't shocked. She's been dating Ryan since high school. And they are perfect together. But I kept thinking, is she really this old? How can it be?
But all of the mushy big sister feelings have been overtaken by Ashley's happiness. She is plain giddy. (I mean, really, look at the smile on her face. Its huge!) I love to see her so happy. And her happiness is contagious. My other sister, Erica and I are happily becoming overwhelmed with wedding plans. The big day is May 29. I can almost guarantee this is not the last wedding story you will hear.
By the way, Ryan (the groom to be) gets major style points for his proposal. As you see in the picture, he saved their movie ticket stubs from various dates. He used those tickets to "pop the question" or in this case, spell the question. The question mark was finished with a little box holding a diamond ring. How awesome is that?! That's the stuff movie are made of.
Anyway, here's to a long happy life for Ryan and Ashley.

Safety first

I had to take a break from my mommy chores to blog this picture.
Trey came to me for help putting on his police helmet. He said " I need to wear this helmet so I don't break my neck riding my train". Where does he get this stuff? I couldn't argue with his logic so now he's racing around the house on his train with police sirens blaring. Life is fun (and sometimes noisy).

No time for blogging

I am alive and well. I'm buried in kids clothes and baby things trying to get ready for a yard sale. I'm hoping to make some cash and head to the outlet malls to buy the kids some new clothes.
Rex and I did a home visit last night and tonight we go to jail. I am really enjoying being home with kids by day and helping Rex in the evenings. There's just no time for blogging!

makin' mater juice

Trey was amazed at the juice making process. He tried his hand at turning the crank and did pretty good. Grandma says that used to always captivate Daddy too when he was little. We had a good day and filled the cupboard some more with our canning. I love my little helper!

A Lesson in Socialization

Trey went to his friend Avery's birthday party today. He played and had a great time. But when it came time for lunch he wouldn't sit with the other kids. He didn't want them to see him eat. Don't ask me why. (Some sort of strange toddler problem.) Can you even find him in the picture? Its like "Where's Waldo".

In this picture, notice how friendly Trey became when the cake was brought out. Apparently, cake can be a powerful tool in conquering social anxiety.

A Trey Story

I should have seen it coming. Its been at least two weeks since Trey's done anything that has really left me scratching my head. Here's our latest mishap...
We were at Grandma's (but she wasn't home). I was working in the office and Trey had been playing outside. He burst in the house, running straight for the bathroom. I didn't think much of it. Its getting pretty routine now that he takes himself to the bathroom. I did notice that a fair amount of time had passed since he'd come in. So I called to him, "You okay in there buddy?" He hollered back that he was.
My mom called somewhere in this time. We were chatting when I heard Trey bouncing through the house. "Check my butt" he was saying. (This means he did a #2. Its part of the miracle of motherhood to be special enough to be a butt checker.) I get up from the desk to find him, still talking to mom, and I smell something... but what? (Doesn't seem important at the time)
This is what I see... Trey hopping around with a bare bottom and his hair kinda sticking up, looking a little wet. Actually, on closer inspection, VERY wet! His hair was dripping his clothes were wet. Even his bottom was dripping! And the smell... now I recognized it. It was the clean yet somewhat nauseating smell of a bathroom air spray. That's right... he had doused himself in Grandma's Fresh Rain Oust spray. That was the end of my phone call.
I instructed him to get in the bathroom FAST! He looked at me blankly. "But I can't" I drug him down the hall and went to throw the bathroom door open but I can't. Its locked. Ugh.
So, Trey sat in time out while I tried to get the door unlocked. I was so afraid of what was on the other side. Please no poo...
Finally, the door was opened. No harm was done... unless its harmful to spray EVERYTHING with Oust!
Really, what goes on in the mind of a three year old?

By the way, Oust in the hair dries to be a lot like hairspray.

My Girly Girl

The things scattered around on the floor are the contents of her "purse".

'Theys fit me see...'

Have you ever been this tired?

k rocking

July Treyisms

1. I was taking out the trash the other day and Trey complimented me,
"You're berry good at doing garbage, Mommy".

2. I found Trey dragging Kayelynn across the living room floor (by her neck) (away from his toys)
"She needs to go in she's play pen!"

3. Kayelynn was laying on the floor and Trey was beating her on the back. "Stop hitting your sister!" I told him.
" But she's back sounds like a drum" Trey replied.

4. I was digging thru our storage unit. I heard Trey talking behind me. He was using the sing song voice he uses to coo at Kayelynn. "Hey guys...how are you? Do you like it here? You doin ok?" I couldn't figure out who he'd be talking to.
I turned around to see him nuzzled up by Rex's deer heads.

5. Trey has taken to making up words. He often call me a Poodee Woodee. I am going to assume it is a term of endearment. I also let him name one of the new baby goats. He came up with the name Bettywanger. The goats' mother is Betty. So I'm going to guess that Bettywanger translates to: goat kid of betty.

~never a dull moment with trey around~

Saturday Mornings

I can remember being a kid and trying to wake up early on a Saturday morning. My sister Erica and I would get up together and tip toe out to the living room. We were careful not to wake up our parents. We'd snuggle up together in the middle of the big brown couch and cover up with a hand made afghan. Our eyes would still be sleepy but it didn't matter. We were glued to the television for Saturday morning cartoons.
I am sure there are many others out there who did the same thing. We would watch The Smurfs, Shirt tails, Bugs Bunny, The Chipmunks and whatever else was popular at the time. Now, this was before cable tv and satellite showed cartoons 24/7. Saturday mornings were a special time for kids. I find it kind of sad that this ritual has gone by the wayside.
This morning I realized that Trey has his own routine. After Trey came and woke me up this morning, we went out to the living room. He wanted to watch PBS kids. I burst his bubble by telling him it was Saturday. He thought for a minute and said he wanted to watch "the fishies". I wasn't sure what he meant and started to flip the channels on our rabbit earred television.
We found the fishy show. Trey sat on the couch wrapped in his Tigger blanket, holding his sippy cup and laughing as he watched the Banjo Minnow (a fishing lure infomercial).
There really aren't any Saturday morning cartoons anymore. But I did recall this infomercial being shown around the same time for the past few Saturdays. Apparently the Banjo Minnow is just as exciting as Tom and Jerry or Sponge Bob. Trey giggled and laughed out loud the whole time I was making breakfast!