Anderson Adventures

Thursday, June 7, 2012

The Terrible Two's Begin

Here she is in all of her nail polish glory:

We were ALL in time out the other day. All of us except Jared. Poor little guy doesn't even get to have a treat for being good. Me? I left the nail polish in an accessible bag. Brian was watching Claire and didn't "watch" her for a couple of minutes and/or make sure the room was Claire-proof. Claire was in trouble for making an enormous mess.

She ate fingernail polish (not toxic we've found out), got it all over the carpet (as you can see in the picture) and the couch, and obviously decided to be an artist all over her body. I was coming home from a Dr. Appt. when Brian called to tell me. He said, "after I found out she was going to be ok I was fine." After I found out she was going to be ok I was upset. He asked me why.

It's because I had to clean it up.

Isn't that always how it goes? Mom's get the lovelier side of things. Here are a couple of redeeming pictures for the kiddos.

Hmmm.....most of them are sleeping pictures. I guess you know my favorite time of day.

"Hey Baby"

To preface, I guiltily returned to my maternity pants today. No, it's not that my normal pants don't fit, cause they do. It's because they are an adorable pair of purple corduroy that I have suddenly missed.

As I was walking back from the Provo Bakery just now, I received a "HEY BABY!!" shout from a nearby truck as I was using the crosswalk. My reply? A loud burst of laughter.

Why laughter you ask?

I was not crossing the street with just myself and my maternity jeans. I had one child, chocolate smeared all over the cheeks, hands still grasping the half eaten doughnut, asleep from our morning adventure, and one foot strangely placed on the tray in front of her. Baby number 2 is strapped to my body with a blanket rapped around the bottom half of him with the rest blowing in the wind around my knees. His hair is sprinkled with the remains of my delicious glazed doughnut - a true sign of the fat kid inside of me. What else? The box of doughnuts is lying on top of the stroller in front of me for easy access and a heavenly breakfast.

All while wearing my maternity pants.

You're right, stranger. Nothing could be sexier.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Sleepy Toast

I laugh Every. Single. Time.

So worn out. Stay tuned for the terror Claire. She's hitting her terrible two's and getting into nail polish. A picture to come.

Out of the mouth of Claire

Claire was asking me about Hailey nursing. She was sad to find out that Hailey wasn't nursing anymore. She said, "Well, when I am a mommy can you give my babies milk?" Uh...nope. Can't do that. "Why mom?" Well, my milk will be gone (thank goodness) and you'll have to do it. "Oh, well, I want a big, big, BIG family. TWELVE babies! But I don't want the littlest baby to ever get big because I do NOT want one hundred babies." March 2015
Claire: Daddy, do you stink? Brian: Why do you say that? Claire: Because I can smell you. 6/18/14
Claire walked out of her room and this is what ensued: Daddy: "Claire, get back to bed." Claire: "But Daddy, my bed is being crazy!" (We try hard not to laugh). Daddy: "What?" Claire: "My bed is being crazy!!!" He went back, she tangled her blanket so her feet were getting cold. 5/15/2014
Claire asked her sunbeam teacher what "this" was, pointing to something on her chest. She thought she was talking about the pattern on her dress. Claire said, "No, no! These. They are for milk for babies." 5/2014
Eating corn on the cob for dinner, Claire turned to me and asked, "Mommy, are you going to eat some of this YUUUUMMMMYYY corn?" 5/2014
"Mommy, can you do this for me?" She hands me my eyelash curler and I proceed to curl her eyelashes. She bats her eyes in the mirror and says, "There. That's better." For the record...I have never done this, so she didn't learn it from me. 1/28/14
I was doing Claire's hair , combing through it. "Mommy, stop brushing my hair, you're making me crazy." 1/28/14
Claire has a VERY hard time going #2 in the toilet. She will hold it for days and days, so she ends up sitting on the toilet for hours sometimes. This week, she had been in there for a good two hours (and never went). Anyway, during that time she called me in several times, "MOMMY!!!! Come here!!!" And then would tell me nothing. So, after what seemed like the billionth, "MOMMY come here!" shouting, I went in to find her with the ENTIRE roll of toilet paper collected in a heap in her arms. I looked at her and gasped in frustration. I had just changed that roll! Brand new roll. Think of all that! She looked at me, giggled, and said, "Mommy...hehe....I sneezed...hehe." 1/28/14
We had our first ice storm here in Texas. I took Claire to Costco and let her walk on the ice. "Mom, I need to put on my ice skates". "Claire, do you have ice skates?" "No mom, I don't." Good point though sweetheart!
Claire always wakes me up telling me that the sun is awake. The other day, she came in, told me the sun was awake once more and then told me that she wanted some candy. I informed her that we didn't have any, but she said, "Mom, all we have to do is say Trick-or-treat!"
We went camping and I asked if Claire had fun. Claire: "I love camping, but Jared was naughty. We should leave him home".
Me: "Claire, why are you out of bed?" Claire: "Because of this..." She starts moving as if she'll pee her pants. Me: What? Claire: "Because I have the wiggles."
While at the mall bathroom, "MOMMY! YOU DID IT! YOU PEED!" For everyone to hear.
We're still trying to potty train Claire and have her poop in the potty! She says she does it, but can't seem to have it happen and will hold it for days (which is very frustrating). In an effort to get the ball rolling, I said, "Claire! Let's both push. 1...2...3...push!" At that point I did a fake push and she quickly exclaimed, "MOMMY! Don't poop in your pannies!" 7/12/13
Jared was crying and wandering around the house this morning. He popped his head in the bathroom where Claire and I were, and started to cry. Claire said, "Oh Jared, stop whining". 7/3/13
Brian and I were talking about the frustrating expenses of moving. At one point I said (about our debt), "It's all my fault." Claire came to the rescue and said, "NO! It's MY fault! My fault....and Jared's!"
This morning Claire woke up at 5 am screaming, "I WANT A COOKIE!!!!!" I went in, she repeated her sentiments. I promised her a cookie and she went back to sleep. When she got out of bed at 10:30, she jumped into my arms and said, "Where's my cookie?"

Picture

Thursday, June 7, 2012

The Terrible Two's Begin

"Hey Baby"

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Sleepy Toast