Saturday, June 30, 2012
On our way home today, Connor started to feel the effects of a full day of summer activities. After a few yawns, the boy's brain started bouncing from one topic to another, firing off "guess whats" left and right. It's his way of talking through the tired. Here's a sampling of our car ride's conversation:
"There's something in my body that's tickling me. Guess what?"
"Every day, everyone's phone is wrong. Guess what?"
"Nobody ever dies on Mercury. Guess what?"
"Snow melts but snowflakes don't."
By the time we got home, I was tired enough for the both of us. Trying to wrap my brain around these statements and how he comes up with this stuff is exhausting. Guess what? zzzzzzzz
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Throughout her visit, her grandfather has been taking pictures of Cara and texting them to me. It's been a great way to "share" her adventure with her.
|They hit the ground shopping.|
|Not pictured: Grandpa holding the purses.|
|Helping to earn her keep by picking cherries.|
|They turned the play yard into a water slide.|
|The 80s have returned and they've landed in a retail store near you.|
|Another day, another trip with the chapeau.|
|What an amazing gift!|
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I was chatting to Cara on the phone while driving to the store today. I mentioned that these guys that were walking were in my way.
Cara: "If you hit them with your car and they die, you'll turn them into superheroes."
Cara: "Yeah, killing them will turn them into superheroes."
Cara: "They'll be ex-men."
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Mindy checked his height (just under 45 inches) and his weight (just north of 36 pounds) and then proceeded to the vision and hearing screening.
Now, I've needed corrective lenses of some kind since I was about nine years old. My husband still doesn't wear any. So, whenever either one of my children get their vision tested, I always keep my fingers crossed.
|Daddy's genes were the winner today. |
|The test confirms that he DOES hear us. He just ACTS like he doesn't.|
The doctor then sits down to put all of her examination notes into the computer and she then shows me Connor's height and weight on those growth charts. While he's in the 50th percentile for height, he's only in the 16th for weight.
She turns to Connor and asks, "Do you like ice cream?" My internal mommy dialogue sounds a little like this, "Good God, woman! Don't ask him that unless you plan to give him some!" followed by "Why would you ask that question without talking to me first?"
After he answered an emphatic YES, she turns to me and says, "A little ice cream before bedtime might be good for him. I normally have to tell parents to cut back on calories but in his case, he seems to be burning most of his. A smoothie or ice cream or something like that after lunch or before bed might be in order."
No wonder my kids love their pediatrician. I would too if I got doctor's orders to eat ice cream.
After the doctor had left, I let him know that it was now time for shots, something I had prepared him for the night before. I said that I was very sorry that he had to have shots and he assured me, "It's okay, Mommy. It helps get rid of bad stuff in my body." I have no idea who provided him these pearls of wisdom, but hearing my little boy trying to comfort me when it was his stick legs that were about to get punctured three times in a row brought me that much closer to tears.
|Three Snoopy Band Aids for two stick legs.|
Before we get to the sticker counter, Connor pulls me down by my arm so that he can whisper in my ear, "Can I get one for Cara, too?" Mommy's composure after I answered that question? Gone. As stubborn and argumentative and frustrating as this boy can be, it's his huge heart and compassion that keep us from selling him on Ebay.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
There were animals to watch...
|The farm cat got a special treat.|
|Uncle Duane teaches the kids about gopher anatomy. Connor wanted no part of this demonstration.|
|Cara actually got to drive this. She liked the air conditioned tractor better, though.|
|Craig even got a turn on the four wheeler.|
|Uncle Travis took Collin for a spin on the riding lawn mower.|
|Cara got to look in the silo full of feed corn.|
|Cara and Aidan loved scaling the hay bales.|
|Adventures of the Blue Shirts.|
|They didn't take too kindly to me sneaking up and taking their picture.|
|This time, Connor's in the lead.|
|We celebrated Connor's and Collin's birthdays. Each boy claimed their piece with their fingers.|
|Oh yeah. They're related.|
|One of the only times we saw Duane sitting down the whole day.|
|Already planning her next visit.|
|Fence sitters...and the exception.|
|Who can tell what mysteries await them inside the barn?|
|Uncle Duane and the four cousins head into the dairy barn.|
Not pictured: The Pied Piper's flute
|A hole in the roof of the dairy barn.|
|Duane lifts Aidan up to see what's in the nest.|
"Yeah. That's a dead bird," he states, matter-of-factly.
|To the kids' surprise, the bird was not actually dead but was very much alive |
and had a lot to say about being removed from his nest.
|Connor was the only one of the four that would touch the bird.|
I wonder if this further changed his view on having one as a pet.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Yesterday was one of those.
I had a hankering for something that tasted like Oreos, but didn't actually want to purchase Oreos at the store (lazy). I looked on my favorite recipe site and spent about as much time searching for what I was looking for as it would take to go to the store and come back. Twice. Searching for an Oreo recipe that didn't include Oreos as an ingredient is like trying to ask someone for a Kleenex without using the word Kleenex. Wait. There's a way to do that? I could just say "tissue"? Wow.
After figuring out that "chocolate sandwich cookie" is code for Oreo, I was headed in the right direction. I found this recipe for Soft Chocolate Cookies. Based on the reviews (another reason I love that site), I knew I had a winner. The only variation to this recipe that I made was to roll the balls of dough in sugar and to press them with the palm of my hand on to the cookie sheet.
Once the cookies were made, I whipped up a quick batch of buttercream frosting, matched up the cookies according to size (OCD), and added a creamy center.
|Voila! Homemade Oreos, I mean, chocolate sandwich cookies.|
Monday, June 11, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
|We hot glued the fish to some of the higher-gauged wire we had and the googly eyes to pipe cleaners.|
|She could have gone to school like this and it would have been crazy enough.|
|She's crazy octopus head. Give her some candy!|
|Reminds me of the "starving brain sucker" jokes from grade school. Minus the starving part.|
Monday, June 4, 2012
|She was explaining her experiment to another parent when I approached.|
|This is the cover of her report. I adore the meticulously-cut letters in the word "rusty".|
|The only way she could have been more proud would be if she was me.|
Cara has come a long way this school year. It has been such a joy to watch her grow and mature. From the Pavlovian tears to the confident, "I've got this, Mom" attitude towards homework. We still need to tackle procrastination. Maybe we'll work on that next year.
Friday, June 1, 2012
|With the the birth of her new baby brother approaching, we were explaining to Cara the difference between how boys and girls play. We said, "Boys like to wrestle and play rougher than girls." To that, Cara replied, "I like cats." |
|After Connor was born, I reminded Cara that her suggestions for her brother's name were Fred and Junior. I then asked her, "What would you name the baby if we decided to have another one?" Immediately she answered, "Pain."|
|Connor: "Can I scare Cara?" |
Me: "No, that's not nice."
Connor: "Is it funny?"
|Connor: "I'm gonna put something in my pants. Wanna come with me?"|
Flash forward exactly six years later and the bigger Bortnem and I are in the hospital, getting ready to give birth to a junior Bortnem. Laughing. This time, it wasn't the fact that I shouldn't be laughing that was contributing to the lightened mood. We genuinely had fun when Connor was born. My midwife, the head nurse, Craig and I were laughing so much that I actually said, "Delivery isn't supposed to be this much fun."
When we talked about how long we've been together a few months ago, I got nostalgic and a little mushy and said, "I love you, Craig." To that he responded, "I.....eat your baked goods." Eleven years later and that Bortnem boy still makes me laugh. But only because he wants to.