I have a frog in my mouth....

The title of this blog is something that Peyton has been saying lately as he tries to clear his throat. It is so cute that I just don't have the heart to correct him.

Carson is doing great with his talking. He can tell us that he wants to watch Monster's Inc. (For the 200th time this week) and he is starting to know the names of the cars from the movie Cars.

One last noteworthy statement from Peyton. At Grandma's house this past weekend, he wasnt' too thrilled with something Grandma was telling him so he threatened to burn down her house! Where did he hear that!? I don't think he would know the first thing about doing something like that but pretty harsh words coming from a 4 year old. Just the beginning I'm sure.

Some more fun stories to remember.

Carson is starting to put words together and really communicate effectively. The other day, Vic wasn't feeling well. Carson had been sick the day before. Carson apparently wanted to get out of the house so he got a shoe and a sock, brought it to Vic and pointed outside and kept saying Truck! Truck! ......I guess he wanted to get out of the house!

Peyton has such a silly sense of humor. He got a doctor's kit for his birthday. So the other night, he insisted on giving me a check up before bed. So I played along figuring it couldn't take long. Peyton had just seen his doctor that day so he knew exactly how the exam needed to go. While giving me the exam, he farted and it had a really bad smell. So I said "Dr. Sias! Oh my gosh! That is terrible! I can't believe you just did that while examining me! I'm sure Dr. Dror would NEVER do such a thing. Needless to say, he thought that was the funniest thing on the planet and laughed so hard and for so long I thought he was going to pee his pants! I ended up laughing really hard too but just because he was laughing so hard!

So much for my lofty ideas about doing a blog for our family. With the recent move, it's been tough to get much of anything done. Hectic has just been turned up to almost a level 10. But we'll manage. We always do.

One of the sweetest things I want to remember is something Peyton has done the last two mornings. I am in the bathroom getting ready. He wakes up and stumbles in to say hello while still half asleep. Then he goes back out, closes the door and I think...oh good, he's going back to bed or going to go get comfy on the couch. I hear some rustling outside the door. When I'm done, I open the door and there he is. Laying on the floor in his little makeshift be in the hallway outside the bathroom door. He puts down a blanket, a pillow and then has another blanket to cover himself up. And he just waits. Too cute. I'll have to get a picture if he does it again.

We have had our Christmas tree for almost a week now. The last few years, I have ended up decorating it by myself. Last night I finally too 45 minutes to get the lights up. Peyton was such a big help. Handing me the lights and helping me get them untangled. He also started opening ornaments and hanging them on the tree. He even exclaimed that our "new house" ornament was gorgeous!

Carson got his first haircut on Wednesday night. Of course I saved as much of the hair as I could and put a curl in the new little container with his name engraved on it. My little baby is growing up so fast. All of a sudden, he is also talking so much. On the way into Los Charros last night chanting "rice...beans" and one that I will never forget for as long as I live. I was changing his diaper and he got all soft and sweet and said "I lu you." He even seems like he knows what it means!!!! I am truly blessed!

Poop on the Potty

We had a Poop party at Chuck E. Cheese on Monday night because Peyton finally went poop on the potty. We spent the weekend refusing to put on a diaper. I was worried that he might get constipated. He kept saying "I want to go poop in the diaper!" And at first I was very supportive and offered hugs and tried to make him laugh. At one point I offered to talk to his poop. I was telling it to come out. Then in a pretend voice I tried to tell him what his poop was saying. "Peyton, I want to come out. I want to go swimming in the potty. I want to get flushed down to the poopoo factory so I can play with all my friends. Peyton looked at me and very matter of factly said "Mommy, poop can't talk." Anyway, after watching him like a hawk all day saturday, he finally snuck off and put a pull up on himself, came out and announced that we should check him for poop. Little crafty guy. Sunday we raced and I brought out a little potty AND his little thing that you put on a toilet seat. He didn't have to go until we got home. Once we got home it all started again. More whining and complaining about wanting to poop in the diaper. Again, I tried to be supportive and now he was mad. He kept telling me that he wanted to smack me in the face. I told him he couldn't hit me in the face but he could hit my hand. So he tried that and still more whining about pooping in a diaper. By now I was over the whole thing. So as I was diong my Sunday evening tidy up of the house, I would just tell him "You're going to go poop on the potty." Then turn around and walk away. I was tired of discussing it. Finally, he was riding on his brother's new Batman tricycle and was so excited that a little bit of peepee slipped out. So I hurried him off to the bathroom and the next thing I knew I heard "MOMMY!" From the bathroom. I went to the door and asked if everything was ok and he said "I went poop on the potty!" Music to my ears. I was so proud of him!!! I ran in, gave him a huge hug, high five and told him he could have whatever he wanted. So he chose to have milk and 6 little cookies and Monday night he wanted to go to Chuck E. Cheese. I invited a few friends and he was very exctied that Ian and Erika showed up. He had a blast! So except for his nightime pull up staying on too long on Monday morning and then convincing Vanessa to put on a diaper Monday afternoon, he's been going poop on the potty all week!!!!

Working from home...

I'm sitting here trying to get some work done and I'm listening to Carson and Peyton trying to play together. The Shake and Go track keeps saying..."Racers...shake your cars!" And Peyton keeps yelling "Daddy...get Cardena out of here!" The point of this post is not to point out how they don't play well together but to share Peyton's nick name for Carson. For some reason, Peyton started calling Carson not by his given name but by a made up nick name of Cardena. It'll be interesting to see how long that name sticks. And the funny thing is that sometimes when I'm trying to get Carson's attention and calling him by his real name is not doing the trick I'll say "Cardena!" and he responds! I guess that's how nick names get started!

The first blog....

This is my first attempt at a blog. I just want to have a place to keep track of some of our family experiences. Who knows if I'll actually have time to keep track but the kids are growing so fast and changing every day.