Saturday, September 27, 2014

27 September 2014

Tonight Rose Pink and I went to the General Women's Meeting of our church together.  I really enjoyed going with her.  She complained about having too many friends there - she didn't know who to talk to.  She's just like her mother - I don't do well when more than one of my friends is around either.  Not a crowd person!  On the way home, she said, "My eyelids are so heavy they feel like they have ten-pound weights on them.  Well, maybe five pounds."

Friday, September 26, 2014

26 September 2014

Something Bobo says a lot lately: "DO IT!" meaning, I do it, not you.

Something he used to do but doesn't any more: when getting ready for bed, he'd get his diaper changed and then stand on the bed and hold my fingers and jump up and down like a crazy baby.  Now he's too big to need Mama's assistance for jumping - he just jumps on the bed by himself like a crazy baby.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

25 September 2014

 End of summer.  Some of the fruits of the garden - they are so vibrantly colored.
 Our sole pumpkin this year.  Unfortunately it spoiled before we could do anything with it.

 Rose Pink made up dolls just like Grandma taught her from the flowers on the tree next door.  She added an extra petal and this doll is carrying a fan.

Fall means soccer starts!  Rose Pink is number eight.  Her previous team dissolved so she's no longer a Honeybee, she's a Griffon.  Gryphon?  Griffin?  Not sure how it's spelled.

Her games and practices give the rest of us time to play outside, at least while the weather's still nice.
Tonight at practice we teamed up with another family and played 'capture the castle' on the playground while Rose Pink was chasing balls with her team.  My throat is sore from shouting "You shall not pass!"

Monday, September 22, 2014

22 September 2014

Sometimes cuteness just cannot be denied.  Bobo wants to be like Mom and floss.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

16 Sept 2014

Some favorite songs of Bobo's lately: Bringing Home a Baby Bumblebee, and Itsy Bitsy Spider, which he calls, 'Psider'.  When he does the actions with me, his psider always leaps from the top of the waterspout and shouts, Yah!

He and I had a good wrestle at a friend's house on their carpeted floor.  We used to wrestle more when we had carpeted floors at home.

Monday, September 15, 2014

15 September 2014

Nut Brown, at dinner:  Mom, you're my favorite type of meat.

Me: I am? 

Nut Brown: Yes, because you're all made of meat and you're my favorite!


Rose Pink, in the car: Have you ever had a little pinch where something zipped by and bit you?  That's a Kuka Luka biting you.

Bobo: Homp Homp.


Mr. Brown woke me in the middle of the night the other night and said, "Having completed that task, what does the party do now?"  I mumbled something, being not quite awake, and he said, "Great.  The party moves down the hall further into .... " and fell silent.  He was playing D&D with me in his sleep!


In Nut Brown's Sunday School class we were talking about gifts our Heavenly Father has given us, and Nut Brown's first gift was, 'A Very Kind Dad.'

Saturday, September 6, 2014

6 September 2014

Bobo loves superheroes, and he has several Batman shirts and one Superman shirt that he loves to wear.  Last Saturday, Bobo was looking at an image of Kim Possible.  I said, 'That's Kim Possible.  She's... a superhero.'  He looked at his shirt, which had a fish on it, and said, 'oh. fish.'  Then he looked at me and said, "I hero."  And I agreed that he was.

Friday, September 5, 2014

5 September 2014

It's been hot for several days and the cold front with associated thunderstorms was scheduled to come through this evening.  After dinner the kids and I were getting ready to ride up to Sonic for slushes, and it sure did look like rain.  We discussed and decided to go anyway.  We made it to Sonic and ordered our slushes, and then watched the front come through - the sky turned black, and there was this tremendous wind and pounding rain.  Fortunately Sonic had a portico that we hung out under, so we didn't get terribly wet.  It passed after about twenty minutes, and we rode home in a very light drizzle (and in the dark).  It was all very exciting.  Nut Brown thought in the end that the slush was not worth getting wet for, but Rose Pink thought that it was just fine.  Bobo was nervous about the storm but was very brave on my lap.

5 September 2014

Rose Pink: Mom, which would be better for you, grass or dirt?

Nut Brown: If I had to pick, I'd choose dirt, because there's more likely to be food in it.  Like carrots.  Or potatoes.

Monday, September 1, 2014

1 September 2014

We having potatoes for dinner and Nut Brown says, "Potatoes are like cows underground.  You know, butter?  On potatoes?"

Bobo woke up early at 6:30 and got out of bed carrying all his bedding (pillow, boppy, train blanket) and came out to ask me to put him back in bed.  He does this almost every night when he's going to bed - gets out of bed and brings everything with him so I can tuck him back in.  Anyway, this morning he was still sleepy that I put him back in bed with all his blankets and sang him a song, and when I gave him kisses and said, I love you, he smiled at me and nodded.