Saturday, December 29, 2012

Just Pretending

Me:  "Olive, put your britches back on."
Olive:  "Naaaaah.  I'm pretending I'm wearing britches."


Olive:  "Mommy, can I pretend that this (Addison's) flashlight is mine?"


Me:  "Olive, you need to eat your beans."
Olive:  "But, I'm pretending I ate them."


Me:  "Olive, you don't need that bapi.  You can only have it for nap."
Olive:  "Well, I'm pretending that I'm napping."

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Christmas 2012

The Girls Discover Curlers
Ready for Ivey's Presentation!
Pure Ivey

Not shy one bit!

Our Silly Elf Left a Message!
Christmas at Papa's.

1st Christmas!

Our Elf, Squirt, Left Us With Words of Wisdom.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Farm Bureau Annual Conference

This week, we had something happen that has never happened before. The boys and I left home on a trip and Jeff stayed at home with the girls. At first, we were all supposed to attend the Georgia Farm Bureau Annual Conference, but the day before we were supposed to leave, we still had not found anyone who could take care of the animals for us. Jeff decided to stay and hold down the fort.

 The day that the boys and I were leaving, I was already feeling the unusually relaxed state I was in. I did not have to pack blankets, paci's, spill proof cups, coloring books, dvd's, nor did I have to make lists upon lists of ideas that will keep the two girls occupied and happy. No pullups. No wipes. The boys grabbed some clothes, movies, and their school work, and we hit the road. I was asked twice what time we would leave. It felt great to be able to answer, "Whenever". We headed out fairly late, stopping by for an hour and a half shopping trip on the way. Why? Because we needed some things... but mostly, because we could.

Thanks to Mim's GPS, we made it to St. Simons by 1am. Asa was bouncing off the walls! While Addison brushed his teeth in a zombie state, Asa unpacked all of the kitchen items and organized the snacks. Like his daddy, Asa has two phases: irritable/grumpy and bouncy/wide open. He was wide open. The trip was spent attending conferences... some very helpful, and some that didn't apply to me in the least. I always learn so much from the other Young Farmer Chairs, though. These are the people who I feel actually understand what we are trying to do, what our concerns are, and know who I should talk to in order to get questions answered.

The boys were troopers the entire time! When I was in meetings, they were completing their school work. But, whenever I had down time, we tried to squeeze in some fun. Once, we stopped on the side of the road at a little park area to feed the seagulls a biscuit. Addison even put down his book for that! The day before our trip, Addison bought three books. Two were from the Lorien Legacies series. The other was the second Michael Vey book. He has averaged one book a day, and these are not small books! I finally had to forbid him to read in the car, cranked up "Play That Funky Music", and made him participate in some good old fashion parent-induced embarrassment. The only time he has really socialized with me is when I got to hear his hour and a half dissertation on his new strategy to the game "Risk". Seeing as I have never played Risk, nor do I have the desire to play, it was a very one way discussion. He did also look up to see the salt water marshes off of the bridge from one island to the next. He said, "Just imagine those marshes in all directions, as far as you can see.... and imagine you were on foot with Sam and Gollum." Right.

We are really enjoying the time together. We've played board games at night, watched movies, and just appreciated the fact that we could walk from one place to another without having a temper tantrum or a whiny episode about not having the right sparkly shoes on. The boys are getting a great break from the girls. I am getting a great break from the monotonous and unwavering demands of domestic life.

Jeff, on the other hand, has sent me quite a few texts that read, "Your job is hard."  By the looks of things in the frequent photo messages I'm getting, he's having a great time with them.  But, I am also hearing how glad he'll be to relinquish domestic control to the master!

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Dream a Little Dream

Olive has hit a phase that I am remembering all too well with Ivey.  She is having very vivid dreams... some good, some bad, but most cause a nightly disturbance.  Children often have nighmares and vivid dreams at this age.  They are more independent, interact more with the world around them, and are very busy!  Their imaginations, as well as their feet, are running wild.  All of my four went through this.  For Ivey, it was all about coyotes, foxes, and frogs.  These mischievous critters would somehow find their way into her bed at night, causing all out hysterics.  (Look back to the post on my homemade coyote/fox/frog repellant.)  I remember Asa and Addison going through similar phases, although this predates my blogging habit.

A few months ago, I heard shouts from the girls' room.  They weren't screams, just "Mommy.  Come here.  Mommy.  I need you."  I opened the door to find Olive standing there, in the dark.  She appeared to be mostly asleep.  Without even looking up, she said, "Can you get the shrimp out of my bed?"  I took her to bed, got rid of any hidden shrimp, and she was perfectly fine.  Since then, she has had some less benign nights of "bugs" in her bed.  The other night, she showed up at the side of our bed and said, in her super deep voice, "Momma.  There's a monster in my bed."  I was too exhausted to take her back to bed, much less battle monsters, so I pulled her up into bed with us.  I'm not sure how much time went by, but I was sure she was asleep for at least 30 minutes.  Then, out of the dark, she asks me when I was going to go get that monster.  The girl just figured I was resting up.  Once I told her she could sleep with me, that's exactly what she did.  The next morning, I realized that she and I had left Ivey in the room to fend for herself.  Luckily, she's on the top bunk.

Tonight, at 11:30, I just heard Olive yell out for help.  It wasn't a scream of terror, just a loud, matter of fact statement that assistance is required.  She was sitting up in her bed, looked at me and explained, "There's a big mess.  Can you clean it up?  All of the ice fell out of my cup and made a mess."  Her eyes then rolled back and she fell completely forward, fast asleep.  I have a feeling this girl's sleep disturbance phase is going to rival her daddy's bizarre sleep behavior in his twenties.  When we first were married, the man would leap from a deep sleep, bound across the room, in the dark, and I would have to talk him down from a perched position on top of the dressed.  Yes, on TOP of the dresser.  There were mice in the bed, sleep walking, more sleep LEAPING, and he even would solve his coding issues out loud.  Yes, he would speak techno-babble in his sleep.  How exciting is that?

For now, the ice has probably melted in Olive's dream.  Perhaps I should make a smart move and head to bed, myself.  You never know when the next shrimp could strike.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Oh, Christmas Tree

I managed to get the house in order just enough to go get a tree today!  

 Jeff and the "big three" loaded up in the go-kart and little trailer.  Olive and I took a ride in Daddy's truck down the road to the Minter's.  Ivey was decked out in her Angry Birds shirt, cape, black and white galoshes, Super Mario Bros hat, and two stuffed cats.  She was definitely ready for some tree hunting.  Olive was armed only with her monstrous two year old attitude, and could knock down trees with a single scowl.  We chose a beautiful, just skinny enough to fit, Leland Cyprus, and headed back up the road.  Now the hard part... to locate the decorations!