Crafting With the Boys

The other day for our summer school art projects, we painted bird houses and jewelry boxes.

The fun begins

Concentrating...

Picking his first color

This is what Ali was doing while the big boys painted.

Worst day of my life.

Today we were at my mom's, which is where we normally are on the weekends. As I've said before, I take care of her and my step dad. Today was no different, it was a beautiful 87 degrees. My mom lives in the sticks. A private drive, no neighbors, no water sources, nothing but flat land. The boys are allowed to play outside there. They ride bikes, dig in the dirt, chase the cat, play fetch with the dog, and explore. They come in every few minutes or I go check on them.  Landon came in and said, "Mommy, I can't find Parker." Immediatly, I jumped up, put the baby in her exersaucer, and went outside. No sign of him. None. Silence. I started calling his name. Each call getting louder and screechier with panic. Still no answer. I start frantically looking for him, calling for him, Landon was calling for him, my mom even went out the front door dragging her oxygen with her, looking for him.

Finally, I heard a muffled, "I'm wight heah."

"Where?" I called, thinking I heard him from one of the sheds.

"Heah!" And I looked over to the van. I will never forget my sweet baby's bright red face beaded with sweat.  I ran over. Doors locked. Of course. I run back inside, grab the keys, vaguely hearing Ali cry as she was scarred from everyone screaming. I open the van, bring Parker out, he was drenched in sweat. His head was completely wet, his body was wet, his blue spider man shirt was damp, he was hot. Remember, it was 87 degrees and he had been in the van at least 10 minutes. I brought him inside praising God that I had found him. I had him drink luke warm water, because I didn't want him to cool off to fast. I took his temperature, and it was 101.7, then I cleaned him up with a damp rag. Afterward, I had him lie on the couch and watch cartoons for a while.

Thankfully, he is fine. it could have ended so much worse, so much worse. Landon saved his life by telling me Parker was missing. He's a hero, we are praising him as well as God, because God worked through Landon to save Parker. Please keep your vehicles locked, I usually do, but today I forgot, and I didn't think Parker could open the doors without pressing the open button (automatic doors).

MLT

Parker is very into rhyming now.
Today he said as he was snapping his hands in a crap like fashion.

"Look, mommy! I'm snappin' and crappin'!"

MLT

Earlier today Parker and I had a conversation, it went like this:

"Mommy, you play batman with me!"

"Ok, who do you want me to be?"

"Bat Gorilla!"

Gee, thanks kid. Couldn't even be cat woman.

Later on today he was messing with the pillow in the living room.

"What ya doing, P?"

"Pickin feddas." (Feathers)

I love this kid.

The Chain

When something big, like a birthday or major holiday, comes along,.we like to make a countdown chain. This time our chain is counting down to Christmas. Landon, Parker and I worked ever so hard to make our chain. We made it 35 days until Christmas. Every morning one of the boys gets to break a link on the end. When we get to the last one, it's Christmas. How exciting! We try to make a big deal by announcing, "30 more days till Christmas!!" And then we cheer. It helps the boys see how close Christmas is, and each day it gets that much closer. 

So, here is a picture of our chain, its hanging in the doorway of the boys' room.

*note our ugliest decoration on their door as well. I am not even sure where we procured this awful thing, but anyway, there it is for your enjoyment as well.

P is a healthy man!

Parker had his 3 year check up today. He weighs 29.5 pounds, and is 36 inches, or 3 feet. The ped said he is perfect and very smart. But I could have told her that. Of course he is perfect, he is my mini-me. ;)
He also got his flu vaccine. He didn't make a sound but the tears were pouring for about 30 seconds. Poor man.

MLT

MLT or Moments Like This.

Lately Parker has been saying "huh" instead of "uh-huh"
For example: "Parker, do you like that banana?" "Huh."
"Parker, do you want lunch?" "Huh."
"Parker, is that batman?" "Huh."

Sometimes, it gets on my nerves. Especially when I repeat myself 1000 times because I think he is being a rude little shit by saying "huh".
For example: "Parker, do you need to pee?" "Huh." "Parker, do you need to pee?" "Huh." "I SAID, PARKER DO YOU NEED TO PEEEEEEEEEE???!!!!" "Yes."

But still, moments like this are fleeting and pretty soon he will be using all the correct terms with the correct meanings. And probably using words I don't agree with him using. Like I am sure my mother wouldn't agree with me using "rude little shit" to describe my child.

Parker's birthday and other things.

Well our littlest boy turned 3 on Wednesday. Crazy, right? The birthday festivities started Tuesday by taking him with his big brother to see Puss in Boots, then out to eat at Chick-fil-A. Which happened to be family night, so the boys ate free and got a stuffed cow. Nice. I love it! Its a very wholesome restaurant and very family friendly. After we ate, it was off to Andy's for frozen custard, which was thoroughly enjoyed by all. After we picked up our pint sized princess it was home again.

On his actual birthday, we had family over for cake and ice cream and presents. He loved every minute of his Toy Story birthday party.

Then Thursday I had to take my mom to Wal Mart to do "some light shopping" which turned into 3 carts full. Wow. It became apparent that I wouldn't be home to pick Landon up, so my dad came to the rescue and got him for me. He then had the surprise of getting to stay with mawmaw and pawpaw with his cousin. He was delighted.

So that brings us to today. Me and the little ones are picking up, doing laundry and baking bread today. Oh yeah, and resting. Its been a busy week.

Happy 11/11/11!

And more importantly, happy veteran's day! And thanks to all the vets and all those who are serving.

Last day of soccer!

Today was Landon's last day of soccer. Sam got to take a half day and watch, which was awesome because at the end they played the parents. It was chilly, but we survived. He got a medal and a bag of soccer themed treat bag. Afterward, we went to eat dinner with my mom. We all had a nice day out.

My little boy only has 3 days left of being a sweet 2 year old. :)

My kids: Parker

Parker, Parker, Parker. Where to begin? He is a clown, he loves to make people laugh, loves to say cute things, he's very outgoing. He also wears his heart on his sleeve and cries at the wrong look. He sticks his bottom lip out and makes a frown, and the tears start. He is only 2, but will be 3 in just a few days, still a baby, but toeing the big boy line, he wants to cross it, but is still a little unsure.