The Archives

Here starts my journey.  I had to go back to as far as I could remember the kidisms, before I started writing things down.  So I call this the archives because a lot of my stories are from a few years ago, however, they are still entertaining, silly and sometimes maddening for me.

We start in 2007.  Emma was a little over two when we got the movie "Happy Feet.' We had watched it maybe once or twice and she really didn't take an interest in it.  One afternoon I was doing housework and she was playing, starting to get a little bored. I offered to put 'Happy Feet' in for her and she said "No, I don't like Happy Feet, it makes me nervous. Why do they all have to sing so much??"  I don't think we have watched it since. :)

December 2007-

Emma had to have surgery on her teeth due to her having soft enamel. We had to go to a hospital about an hour and half away to get this surgery done. We had never been there before so as we walked in we were looking around at signs to see where we were supposed to go. I was kind of taking my time reading all the different signs, some being in French, when Emma tugs on my hand and says very taken aback "Momma I can't read!!" As if we were depending on her to find where we were to go. It was so funny.

June 2008-

Father's Day we decided to take Daddy out to eat wherever he choose, so it was the new Rice King Buffet. In we go, and you need to understand something before I finish this story. Everywhere we go people stop us to look at our children. And I'm not bragging or complaining cause its nice to have random strangers tell you that you have adorable children. However, it can get old, and inconvenient when you are trying to go or do something. Emma gets rather annoyed because people ALWAYS mistake her and Addi for twins, being only 17 months apart and Addi is the same size as Emma.  Back to our story, we are sitting down eating together, nice quiet family dinner together. However, we did know several people there, our Pastor and family were at the next table and another family from church was at the table next to them. Anyways, this lady walks by and gasps 'Oh what beautiful children, three girls, how sweet.' And then she just kinda stood there staring at them. I tried to make some small talk about having our hands full and thanking her for her nice comments. But she just stood there for a long time staring at them....hello we are trying to eat, then Emma looks at her, lets out a big sigh and says "Why do you have such a big belly?" I could have died right there...I had to refrain from crawling under the table. But the lady didn't leave, she just smiled and kinda waited for me to slap her or something. I told Emma that wasn't nice and smile very uncomfortably at this lady...who eventually left.

July 2008-

It seems its always Emma I know, but Addi is just as bad.  Emma just talks more.  However, this is another Emma story.  I have been telling Emma for some time now to stay away from boys. She is kinda boy crazy and some of the boys we know like to hug on her and what not. Well I'm trying to keep her a little girl and innocent as long as possible and of course keep boys away. So walking through Wal-Mart (our second home) one day this lady, who had a little boy in her cart, smiles at Emma. In response she makes a nasty face and says 'Ew boys stink!' Let out a little 'humph' and huffed away. So my plan is kinda working but making her snotty in the process.


April 2008-

Not long after Bella was born I was laying on the couch nursing her. Emma was laying on the couch opposite me and was intently watching me. I had explained to her I was giving the baby milk. After a few minutes of carefully taking it all in she says 'You got juice in there??' As if when Bella was done she would like a turn. HA!

December 2008-

This year was the first year that Emma has really put any stock into the whole Santa thing. We haven't discouraged any idea of Santa but we haven't encouraged it either, just let her go with it. One night while putting them to bed Emma asked for a story about Santa, and I suggested a story about Jesus and the real reason we celebrate Christmas. She was thrilled with this idea and I laid beside her in her bed and Daddy laid beside Addisyn in her bed. Daddy started to tell a very detailed version of the Christmas story. When he got to the part about Mary and Joseph were going to Bethlehem for the census so they could be counted and how they didn't know anyone and had no where to sleep Emma interrupted with "But they knew Mikko right?" (Mikko is our pastor's son whom the girls simply adore). With big smiles on our faces we held back laughter and said "Nope, Mikko wasn't in Bethlehem, they didn't know him." Her instant and very dramatic reply was "What? They didn't know Mikko??" I guess because she thinks Mikko is so important that everyone should too.  He is pretty awesome.
                                                                                                                                                
September 26th, 2009

8:45am-
Addisyn has finally pooped in the potty for the first time. YEAH! I'm so excited, she still doesn't want anything to do with 'panties' but she pooped in the potty. However, during this I have changed Bella's diaper and striped the sleeper she wore to bed off because she wet through. I buckle her into her bouncer while I go to the bedroom to get her a new one. Addi poops, I wipe and applaud her, then back to get sleeper. Come out to find Bella out of her bouncer on the floor covered in her own poop. She had poop in the time it took me to find a new sleeper and Addi thought if she was potty training Bella (6 months old) should potty train and unbuckled her from the bouncer and took her diaper off and had poop everywhere. When I asked Addisyn if she did it she simply nodded her head and said 'Bell poop'. This should be an interesting day.

10:05am-
With all the potty training and other daily chores I hadn't got my bed made just yet. Emma (my oldest) comes running to me "Momma I have a surprise for you" took me into my bedroom and she had made my bed. Now this is quite a task for a three-year old to make a queen size bed but she did an excellent job and was so proud of herself. I made sure to hug her and thank her for being such a big helper. See, they aren't always bad, they can be cute and helpful too. Although, those who know me know that I will secretly re-make the bed....OCD!!

4:30pm-
Emma has been begging for us to buy her Polly Pockets for months now. I have held off because of the two smaller children, I don't want them eating them. Anyways, Emma has been so good and helpful.  So today she asked for them again (knowing I had a few in the gift closet) and I said if I gave them to her she could only have them when both sisters were sleeping and had to keep them in a special box. Well 20 minutes later both sisters were sleeping. I finally gave in.  She played with them until her father got home and as he walked through the door she yells "Daddy Daddy I'm a big girl now, I have Polly Pockets!!" It was a monumental moment for her. Totally note worthy!

September 27th-
12:15am-
I was nursing the baby when Emma comes to me and says "You know Momma, when I get to heaven I am going to tell Jesus that it was YOU that told me to do all the bad stuff to Addi." WHERE DOES SHE GET IT!

1:35pm-
Getting the girls ready this afternoon to go to a wedding Bob tells Emma how beautiful she is. In response Emma clears her throat and in her best Joey Tribbianni voice says "How you doin'?" Yeah that's my girl!

1:50pm-
Emma was totally full of it today. In the car on the way to our friends, Joleen and Mark's wedding Emma says 'Oh Momma Joleen is going to be so happy.' I say 'Yes Emma she is.' Emma replies "Cause she is going to have a baby.' I gasp and say "Emma NO SHE'S NOT" (Joleen was NOT pregnant) and Emma says in her best know-it-all voice "Momma yeah, husbands give you babies.'

4:30pm-
Today was Emma's day, on the way to the reception Emma says "I need to tell Joleen that I think her 'hubeband' is real sweet'. It was a fun day!


So continues the wonderful journey of raising toddlers...