Kate's Version of Jumping on the Bed

We find Kate doing this quite often. If you happen to find her, then she will be mad if you walk away and don't laugh and applaud her. She thinks she is sooo amazing and funny doing this...as you can tell!

Funny Girl

This morning Katelyn wanted to go outside with her big brother. So I told her she could go out but we had to get her dressed first. So she "helped" me get her pajamas off. Then when I held out her shirt she got "that look" and giggled and ran. Not being one to play that game, I just sat there. She went over to the back door and cried and cried to go out. So I told her she had to come get her clothes on. So she comes back to me and just when she's out of reach she got "that look" again, and giggled and ran...only to find herself at the back door, realize she wants to go outside, start crying and start the cycle over. I kid you not, it has been going on for 15 minutes. It's like she has an attention span of less than 2 seconds and forgets what she's going for... I wonder if we will get dressed today, or go outside???

More about the kids...

Facebook reminded me that this was Luke's "status update" from February 21, 2011.

"Good morning Mom! Time to get up?" ~ Kaden, 15 minutes after going to bed.

He is so hilarious. And I wanted to have it noted somewhere other than Facebook for him to see someday.

So while I'm at it...more Kadenisms:

"Nurdles" are noodles
"I'm a BOY" is what he thinks is the reason for everything. (Example: why can't I paint my toenails, Mom? Because you're a boy. Why can't I have long hair? Because you're a boy. Translated in his mind: Find your shoes Kaden. I can't! Why not? Because I'm a boy.) You see the trend. Sigh.

In other news, Katelyn has learned how to push Kaden's buttons in a matter of milliseconds. Threaten to come downstairs when he just finishes building a track out of his wood track set. Take said tracks. Run to the bathroom and get there before Kaden as soon as you realize he needs to go potty. (She loves this one, and does it often. I keep trying to tell Kaden not to announce his need to potty...She loooooves the hollar and screams that come from him until I make her leave.) Also, she mostly won't do what we want her to...unless we ask nicely. We can have a fit because Mom said "Give me my phone back." but if Mom says "Kate, can I please have my phone back" then it's all ok. RESPECT.... also, at her developmental checks she will not do what they ask. At the last one (about a week ago) they got out a HUGE stuffed bear to try to get her to come play with them. She smiled slightly (with a look that said, "I'd DIE to be playing with that bear right now, but I can't since you want me to") and walked the other way. There was NO getting her to play with that bear until the end, when she wasn't supposed to. I found it all very hilarious. And we wonder why she doesn't talk. Why would she, if we WANT her to?

When I write these things it sounds so cute and funny. But actually, in real life, I struggle to see the humor oftentimes. I'm working on that.

My funny Kaden-boy...part 154 (and counting I am sure)

Since Kaden turned 3 I've been more careful to be teaching him about privacy and what that means, and helping him learn to close the bathroom door when he potties...etc. Well, I HAD hoped it was sinking in..and today I learned otherwise.
Today I took a quick shower while Kate slept. After I got out Kate was awake so I had to go in my towel to calm her down (Kaden's attempts to calm her were almost fatal...lol). Anyway, so then I went to my room to dress and he followed. So I said to him, "Kaden how about you go into your room and let Mommy get dressed." No answer. So then I said, "Kaden, Momma needs her privacy, can you go out of here?" To which he promptly ran out. Pretty soon I heard, "Where is it, Mom??" I didn't know what he was talking about.... so he comes back in... "Mom, I can't find your privacy...where is it?"
Apparently our talks of privacy have fallen on deaf ears. Not that this really surprises me. More confirms in my mind that the blank stare he gives me really is just that. Blank.

Snakes and Worms

The other day Kaden got to go outside and play in the rain. When it's rained for 5 straight days and the forcast calls for at least 5 more we just go play in the rain. He found that our pond out back had filled with some water and proceeded to take his extra big dumptruck, some scoops of various sizes, a bucket and various other toys he happened to find in the garage and played happily for quite some time. However, this IS my Kaden-boy, and that means he cannot do anything without inviting me to join him at least every 5 minutes. (At LEAST.)

He had been coming up the deck and opening the slider and inviting baby (Katelyn) out. "Baby, do you wanna come play with me?" Baby would get all excited and mommy would have to break her heart. Eventually he realized he could tease her. That's when mommy locked the slider door. OH MY. I honestly didn't know if he was going to forgive me, but eventually he made his way back to his pond.

And figured out he could still come invite me by going through the backdoor of the garage and coming in through the garage door. About the 25th time he did this I decided enough is enough. I headed down to have a little talk with the boy. Right as I got to the door he said "LOOK MOM!" It was a worm. Now I'm not scared of worms, snakes, or anything else like that....but it startled me. I mean this thing was huge. And I just wasn't expecting it! I gasped and that was it.

Kaden saw my reaction, dropped the worm, and backed back out into the garage absolutely SHRIEKING! He was hysterical. I finally calmed him down (by calling Daddy to have daddy reassure him that it was ok)...and that he had just startled momma-no big deal. That's when he whimpered, "Mom, I was holding a snake, I think." I asked him why he thought that...he replied that "A snake startles mommy." I don't know how he got that but somehow that's what he thought. I told him it wasn't a snake and asked if he knew what it was. He happily replied that it was a WORM.

It took him a while to convince himself. I tried to get him to pick it up to put back outside (by this time, Kate was VERY willing to pick it up.) He would get *this* close, then startle and jump back. He finally did and was proud to show mommy his worm.

Where's the Dog?

We've been working on teaching Kaden how to put on his shirts and coats all by himself. He's got underwear and pants mastered! Anyway, so he got his PJ shirt on but, unknown to him, it was backwards. He was sooo proud of his accomplishment so I praised him highly! After adequate praise, I urged him to go show Daddy then I asked, "Oh Kaden! Where's the dog?" (He has a dog on the front of his pajama shirt.) Without pause, he pointed to where the dog should be and said "RIGHT here!!!" But as he looked down he stopped short. He twisted it. Then he lifted it and looked at his belly. "Mom, WHERE is he?" He was truly amazed that the dog had just jumped off his shirt.
Then Luke told him it was on the back....He's a nice daddy. I was going to leave him hanging. ♥

Home vs. Walmart

Today Kaden was playing downstairs and out of nowhere came upstairs and said to me, "Mom, I don't like this house." I said, "You don't?" and he said, "No. I like Walmart."

Weird.

So about an hour later Kaden says, "I like Walmart better than our house because it has food." I said, "Well, we have food here..." to which he replied, "Well, they don't have beds at Walmart."

I'm thinking that means he think if he lived at Walmart he could have food and no naps. He's such a funny kid :)

My Funny Boy

Yesterday I told Kaden to go look out the window to see if Daddy was home. He asked why and I told him that Daddy had texted to tell us he would be home soon. He ran over to the window-looked for about 20 seconds and then I heard a loud GASP. Then: "Cinders and Ashes! Daddy's NOT there!"

I knew it would come to this. He's officially watched too much Thomas the Train Engine.

Also, lately, at breakfast-when he doesn't want to eat what he has (and when calling it "bones" hasn't gotten him out of eating it)- he says to me "Mom, I'm too full. I've been eating ALLLLLL DAY." and will usually follow with several other comments about how long and tiresome it is to eat.

He's still my funny boy. Even if tonsil surgery did change the sound of his voice so much that I barely recognized it at first!

More Kaden-isms -I B Broken

Today Kaden had his tonsils and adnoids taken out. He was a real trooper. We went in at 9am, and he went back into surgery around 9:30am. (He was a little nervous-and the sedative just made him cranky...but he did fine.) At 10ish he was out of surgery, and at about 10:30am we could go back and see him. He was pretty laid back, and a little scared. He wanted OUT of the gown and back into his PJ's. He also wanted the bandage off his hand-which was bloody-which freaked him out. Then he wanted to sit on Daddy's lap- NOT in the bed. But they kept telling us he got the best waker-upper award for the day.

Anyway, so all day he's been in pretty good spirits. He's drinking and eating very well, and wanting to up and about running around playing. So much for keeping him down for 7-10 days. I'm shooting for 3!

Anyway...so tonight he's had a low temperature around 96*, so we've been watching him closely in case he goes any lower. He got tired of me taking his temperature, so the last time I had to bribe him. Now, Kaden loves his tylenol-but we can't give him any- and I usually say when he's done getting his temp taken he can have tylenol. So this time I told him he could have ibuprofen. Well-I forgot. (Bad Mom!) and pretty soon I hear him exclaiming, "Mom! I need my I B Broken!"

I think that's a pretty appropriate name. Next time Luke's sore from bball, I'm gonna ask him if he's taken his "I B Broken" medicine.

I never thought of Kaden as a city boy...

Well, we're in Lewistown visiting my parents...it's been a cranky day all around. So we went to Pamida and to visit Grandma and Grandpa at there offices. While in Pamida Kaden saw a guy walk by who had cowboy boots, a cowboy outfit, and a cowboy hat on. With every ounce of excitement with in him he exclaim "A cowboy! MOM! A REAL cowboy!"

It was so hilarious. He was beside himself with excitement. I guess he thought cowboys were only in the movies. (And here we live in Gillette...has he REALLY never seen a cowboy?) Also, I bet that cowboy was so proud to have been proclaimed a real cowboy (that's an honor in some parts, you know!)

Bones for Breakfast

Every post of mine seems like it could be titled "another Kaden story"...just sayin'!

Today he was eating breakfast-toast, eggs, yogurt and banana (the boy can eat!) and Kaden says to me "I need more." I said, "Finish what you have!" and he says "It's all gone except the bones!"

It took me a minute. I was pretty sure he didn't have anything with bones. I realized then he was calling his crusts "bones" because we never make him eat the bones. He insisted...INSISTED...they were bones. And even after he ate them he told me "You maked me eat bones!" (I am pretty sure he's going to tell his Daddy on me.)

Snowdirt

It snowed the other day. Kaden calls it snowdirt. That's just what it is. Don't argue with him!

Well, the other day he was sitting eating his breakfast and he suddenly says "OH NO!" I said "What's wrong?" and he pointed at the park out our backyard and said "Park dirty!"

No, Kaden. It's snow.

Today he played in the snow for 45 minutes before I had to make him come into to let his ankles/feet warm up. Poor kid doesn't have boots. Guess what we will be looking for tomorrow? The first thing he did was plop down in the middle of the snow and say "I CAN EAT IT!" Why does that not surprise me?

Kisses for Momma

My Katelyn-girl gave me kisses tonight.

Over, and over again.

And my heart melted.

I would say, "Can I have a kiss, Kate?" and she'd look at me and lean in and lick my cheek really quick and lean away. Then I'd say "Oh! Thank you, Kate!" and she'd giggle.

And then we start over.

She's 6 months old today-that girl of mine. She just keeps growing...against my will. I want time to stand still, I want to enjoy her (and Kaden) to the fullest..and it seems impossible when time flies so quickly!

She's no chubby girl (at this moment, anyway). She's mostly happy. More and more she wants to do what we are doing and be where we are. She adores her brother. He can do almost anything to her and she just plays along. The other day he found it hilarious to put a stocking hat over her head...and her face. And she just sat there, playing along. Eventually she screamed at him and he quit (with a little help from mom).

She might not smile as much as Kaden, but she is quite literally my pure joy.

"No, Just Happy"

Lately, Kaden has been saying a phrase that I just find... what's the word.... uplifting. A phrase I've decided I need to add to my list of "frequently used phrases." Even greater would be to add it to my list of "subconsciously and frequently used phrases." So get ready..it will blow your mind. (or not. but you'll at least find it cute if nothing else!)

Mom: "Kaden, are you sleepy?"
Kaden: "Nope. Just happy."

Mom: "Kaden, are you full yet?"
Kaden: "No, just happy."

Mom: "Kaden, are you silly?"
Kaden: "Nope, just happy."

He says it nonchalantly. He says it contently. I think what he means is to say "no, just content."

Jumperoo

Today we got out the Jumperoo for Katelyn. Kaden used it some when he was a baby, but it just didn't seem to tickle his fancy. However, Katelyn loves it. She bounces, and bounces, and bounces...throwing in a laugh or few. It is so fun to watch. Kaden loves watching her bounce and so they laugh together.

Two kids is just so much fun!

When we got out the Jumperoo we also said goodbye to the swing! Really?! Is she really past the swing stage?! This is killing me! She's growing up soo fast! And I have purposely stopped almost everyday just to enjoy her babyhood...and it's STILL speeding by. Tomorrow I intend to start her on peas and later in the week carrots, green beans, pears, squash, peaches...etc... BUT it is all against my will.

I am still in denial. Surely she is still just the newborn we hoped would sleep through the night soon.

I am one of those moms. The ones that gets all sentimental, i guess.

Please...please don't tell my former self.

A Boy and His Boppa

A couple weeks ago Kaden and I were in the kitchen and I hear, "OH NOOO!!!" and I turned, expecting to find an overturned garbage can, broken window, or huge mess. Instead, I found my boy pointing to an empty part of the fridge, where a picture had been: "wheerrreee's Boppa?" I was impressed. Not even I could have told you the missing picture was THAT picture. So, he started marching around the house "Boppa! Where are you?" and eventually found himself back where he started, at the fridge, opening it. I told him. "Kaden, close the fridge. I don't think Boppa is in the fridge!" At that moment, the missing picture of Boppa fell out of the fridge. Kaden looked at me with accusing eyes (I HAD just lied to him, right?) and said "Boppa!!! THERE you are!" and as he tried to put it up on the fridge, commanded "Boppa. Stay on fridge."

And his world was once again all okay.

I was remembering this last night and wanted to get in on the blog, because, knowing me, it is the only chance I have of remembering again!