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I am so thankful for my beautiful, wonderful family, even if my daughter has no sense of humor.
Almost.
Showing posts with label Chris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chris. Show all posts
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving!
I hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful and filled with love and laughter!
I am so thankful for my beautiful, wonderful family, even if my daughter has no sense of humor.
Almost.
I am so thankful for my beautiful, wonderful family, even if my daughter has no sense of humor.
Almost.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Day 2 of single-stay-at-home-mom while Chris goes hunting: Ikea
James picked out Delilah's outfit this morning, and wanted me to take pictures. He made faces, she wiggled, but here ya go. She spit up all over herself shortly after these were taken, so I changed her before we went to Ikea.
Ikea was absolutely everything I dreamed it would be (Chris does not approve, but my feeling is that it's better than Target or Walmart). James ate all his meatballs (kids eat free on Tuesdays, which is why we went today) and got a compliment from the table next to us about how well behaved he was at the table and how nicely he was eating his lunch. To me, it's just every day, but this guy actually said he wished his granddaughter was as good! I love hearing that my kid is awesome, and it's so nice to get kudos from total strangers. Also, while we were waiting to get into the cafeteria area, James asked me if Grandma was there. He has no concept of Hawaii at all, and I guess he thought that Grandma lives at Ikea now. I think we need to look at a map...
Things got scary when James wandered off. They have lots of little model rooms/apartment type setups, and James went in a bedroom which I didn't realize had another door. He went out that other door, and just kept going, and by the time I realized what had happened he was nowhere to be found. I have never been so terrified as I was when I could not find my child. Fortunately the Ikea people are well-equipped to deal with such things, and also with tearful moms (yep, I cried in front of a bunch of total strangers). It turns out he'd made his way about 1/8 of the entire floor and was hanging out with some women he'd attracted. He'd just followed one lady, saying "Mom? Mom! Mom?" and she asked him if he was lost. He said he was, and that his name was James Kolakowski (which comes out James Toakowski). I got to him as fast as I could while pushing a cart, and I hugged him so tight he got embarrassed, and I cried in front of some more people. I am actually tearing up now just remembering. Motherhood is hard, man.
We did buy a couple of things, including a tiny plush snake (for James) and a tiny plush moose (for Delilah), and a plastic bag holder for all the bags we get for picking up after the dogs. Suddenly our front closet is way less messy!
Chris got his second deer this morning, and also injured himself with a gun (but not via gunshot, so that's good):
The butt of the gun slipped and banged him in the face when he fired, because the prop he was using wasn't as stable as he thought. He reports that his nose hurts, and is very bruised.
Ikea was absolutely everything I dreamed it would be (Chris does not approve, but my feeling is that it's better than Target or Walmart). James ate all his meatballs (kids eat free on Tuesdays, which is why we went today) and got a compliment from the table next to us about how well behaved he was at the table and how nicely he was eating his lunch. To me, it's just every day, but this guy actually said he wished his granddaughter was as good! I love hearing that my kid is awesome, and it's so nice to get kudos from total strangers. Also, while we were waiting to get into the cafeteria area, James asked me if Grandma was there. He has no concept of Hawaii at all, and I guess he thought that Grandma lives at Ikea now. I think we need to look at a map...
Things got scary when James wandered off. They have lots of little model rooms/apartment type setups, and James went in a bedroom which I didn't realize had another door. He went out that other door, and just kept going, and by the time I realized what had happened he was nowhere to be found. I have never been so terrified as I was when I could not find my child. Fortunately the Ikea people are well-equipped to deal with such things, and also with tearful moms (yep, I cried in front of a bunch of total strangers). It turns out he'd made his way about 1/8 of the entire floor and was hanging out with some women he'd attracted. He'd just followed one lady, saying "Mom? Mom! Mom?" and she asked him if he was lost. He said he was, and that his name was James Kolakowski (which comes out James Toakowski). I got to him as fast as I could while pushing a cart, and I hugged him so tight he got embarrassed, and I cried in front of some more people. I am actually tearing up now just remembering. Motherhood is hard, man.
We did buy a couple of things, including a tiny plush snake (for James) and a tiny plush moose (for Delilah), and a plastic bag holder for all the bags we get for picking up after the dogs. Suddenly our front closet is way less messy!
Chris got his second deer this morning, and also injured himself with a gun (but not via gunshot, so that's good):
The butt of the gun slipped and banged him in the face when he fired, because the prop he was using wasn't as stable as he thought. He reports that his nose hurts, and is very bruised.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Stalling
Here's the story of how James postponed bedtime tonight:
James: "Hey, Mommy, there's a spider on my ceiling."
Me: "Why yes, yes there is."
James: "It's a Mommy spider, where's the daddy spider?"
Me: "Honey, I think it's a Daddy spider. It hasn't met a Mommy spider yet."
James: "It's on my ceiling. When does it come down?"
Me: "Do you want it to come down?"
James, emphatically: "NO! I do not want it to come down."
Me: "Do you want it to stay up there? Or do you want Daddy to get it down?" (Given that I have some arachnophobia issues, I wasn't about to volunteer to get a chair and drag my pregnant butt up there to "rescue" a spider. Ick. *shudder*)
James: "Daddy get it down. Spider can go outside and eat bugs. Daddy's still taking a shower. The spider is on my ceiling eating bugs."
Me: "Yes, Daddy is in the shower. When he gets out we'll have him get the spider down so he can put it outside and it can eat bugs."
*Several minutes pass while Chris gets out of the shower, finds a jar and a piece of newspaper, and herds the spider off the ceiling and into the jar. It was a yucky brown spider. About an inch across, all told. Bleh*
James, following Daddy to the front door to put the jar outside: "Spider's going outside to eat bugs!"
Me: "Yep..."
James, heading back to his room: "Where's the Mommy spider? Where's the baby spiders? What about the boy spiders and the girl spiders?"
At this point I explained that the spider we released hadn't met the future mommy spider yet, kind of like Uncle Eddie. Not that I am comparing my brother to a spider, though James did start calling the spider the Eddie Spider. Erm...After about 5 more minutes of coaxing and explaining, James finally accepted that the spider was outside having fun eating bugs and would find a mommy spider later. He did ask about 3 times to go look at the spider again, although I mentioned that he could look in the morning, though it would probably be gone because it will have found a new house.
Finally, about 20 minutes after the first time I tucked him in, he went to bed. Then he decided he needed to sit on the potty. This is his "guaranteed to get another few minutes before bed" method, because he knows that even if he doesn't pee, he still gets to sit on the potty and hang out for a few minutes rather than go to bed.
James: "Hey, Mommy, there's a spider on my ceiling."
Me: "Why yes, yes there is."
James: "It's a Mommy spider, where's the daddy spider?"
Me: "Honey, I think it's a Daddy spider. It hasn't met a Mommy spider yet."
James: "It's on my ceiling. When does it come down?"
Me: "Do you want it to come down?"
James, emphatically: "NO! I do not want it to come down."
Me: "Do you want it to stay up there? Or do you want Daddy to get it down?" (Given that I have some arachnophobia issues, I wasn't about to volunteer to get a chair and drag my pregnant butt up there to "rescue" a spider. Ick. *shudder*)
James: "Daddy get it down. Spider can go outside and eat bugs. Daddy's still taking a shower. The spider is on my ceiling eating bugs."
Me: "Yes, Daddy is in the shower. When he gets out we'll have him get the spider down so he can put it outside and it can eat bugs."
*Several minutes pass while Chris gets out of the shower, finds a jar and a piece of newspaper, and herds the spider off the ceiling and into the jar. It was a yucky brown spider. About an inch across, all told. Bleh*
James, following Daddy to the front door to put the jar outside: "Spider's going outside to eat bugs!"
Me: "Yep..."
James, heading back to his room: "Where's the Mommy spider? Where's the baby spiders? What about the boy spiders and the girl spiders?"
At this point I explained that the spider we released hadn't met the future mommy spider yet, kind of like Uncle Eddie. Not that I am comparing my brother to a spider, though James did start calling the spider the Eddie Spider. Erm...After about 5 more minutes of coaxing and explaining, James finally accepted that the spider was outside having fun eating bugs and would find a mommy spider later. He did ask about 3 times to go look at the spider again, although I mentioned that he could look in the morning, though it would probably be gone because it will have found a new house.
Finally, about 20 minutes after the first time I tucked him in, he went to bed. Then he decided he needed to sit on the potty. This is his "guaranteed to get another few minutes before bed" method, because he knows that even if he doesn't pee, he still gets to sit on the potty and hang out for a few minutes rather than go to bed.
Friday, October 15, 2010
"Daddy broke my shirt!"
The other day, Chris picked James up and inadvertently messed up the hem of James' shirt. James, being the terribly picky child that he is, demanded to be put down and started crying. He ran up to me, and, tears streaming, informed me that "Daddy broke my shirt. Mama, fix it please!"
Ah, that boy.
Ah, that boy.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Oh, New Bed, How I Love You (from James)
Papa made me an awesome new bed for my birthday. I'm not really sure what a birthday means, but Mommy said that means I am two now almost and so I can hold up two fingers instead of one for how old I am. I like my new bed. It is so cool. If I hear Mommy or Daddy say the word "bed" or "nap" I run to my bed and crawl right in. I even put myself down for naps sometimes, until the Hound or Fee comes to sniff me. Then I get up and go tell Daddy that they came to sniff me. Usually at this point I get distracted by my cool house (kitchen) and make some tea or food for my saurs. My saurs like tea and food. They eat from a spoon. I have a movie about beeb saurs (baby dinosaurs). I also have a movie about a squirrel. It's a funny squirrel, and there's a phant (elephant) in the movie too. I get to sit on a chair to watch movies. The chair is soft like my bed.
I love my bed so much that I even make Mommy change my diaper on my bed. This morning I was being really cool and just sitting on my bed, with my feet on the floor. It was fun. I was stomping my feet so my cool new shoes would light up. I like my bed. My bed has my new saur from Grandma on it, and my new saur blanket from Aunt Ruth. I like to snuggle with both of those. I also put my new saur jammies on my pillow so I can wear them again when I go to bed tonight. I am wearing a cool new shirt with saurs on it. They are rexes.
I like to tell Mommy that I have a bed, and it has sheets on it. I keep my beeb tops (baby triceratops) in my bed. He poked me in the eye once but then Mommy came and kissed my eye and it was ok so I hugged my tops and we went back to sleep. I also have socks in my bed, because I take them off when I sleep. I put my socks in the hamper this morning because Mommy asked me to, and I like to help. Then I got back on my bed. My bed is cool. I even bring my books into my bed when Mommy isn't looking. She found three of them in there yesterday. I think I need to hide them better, but it is so cool that I have a bed!
I love my bed so much that I even make Mommy change my diaper on my bed. This morning I was being really cool and just sitting on my bed, with my feet on the floor. It was fun. I was stomping my feet so my cool new shoes would light up. I like my bed. My bed has my new saur from Grandma on it, and my new saur blanket from Aunt Ruth. I like to snuggle with both of those. I also put my new saur jammies on my pillow so I can wear them again when I go to bed tonight. I am wearing a cool new shirt with saurs on it. They are rexes.
I like to tell Mommy that I have a bed, and it has sheets on it. I keep my beeb tops (baby triceratops) in my bed. He poked me in the eye once but then Mommy came and kissed my eye and it was ok so I hugged my tops and we went back to sleep. I also have socks in my bed, because I take them off when I sleep. I put my socks in the hamper this morning because Mommy asked me to, and I like to help. Then I got back on my bed. My bed is cool. I even bring my books into my bed when Mommy isn't looking. She found three of them in there yesterday. I think I need to hide them better, but it is so cool that I have a bed!
Monday, December 7, 2009
Christmas Card Photos
My mom came over yesterday (thanks again, Mom!) to take pictures of us for our Christmas card. These are my 2 favorites, and my favorite failed attempt, as well as the "card" as designed by yours truly.
Proof that we are truly Kolakowskis:
And of course, our finished card:
Monday, November 30, 2009
Vintage Christmas Pictures!
Way back in 2001 Chris was already a part of my family. *awww*
Chris, with no facial hair!! WOW. And Anna, Tim, Ariel, Jim Erkel, and Marise.
Hey look, all of us! From Left to Right: Sara-Mikaela, Tim, Ariel, Anya, Marise, Jonny, Jim Morsicato, Grandma Margaret, Tena, Ed, Joanna Morsicato, Anna, and Jim Huckabay.
How was that for a trip down memory lane!! Wow.
Here's me with curly hair. Wow. I was like, all of 18 in this picture!
Chris, with no facial hair!! WOW. And Anna, Tim, Ariel, Jim Erkel, and Marise.
Hey look, all of us! From Left to Right: Sara-Mikaela, Tim, Ariel, Anya, Marise, Jonny, Jim Morsicato, Grandma Margaret, Tena, Ed, Joanna Morsicato, Anna, and Jim Huckabay.
How was that for a trip down memory lane!! Wow.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
November 2008
Trip to Miller Farms with Jake, Gabs, and Ian
Thursday, July 31, 2008
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