Some of these pics are on my facebook, but eventually I want to get off facebook all together. I hate it. (yet, love it). Anyway, they are all totally out of order. Owell. Just wanting to keep a somewhat up to date "electronic" photo album for the babes when they get older. Notice in this pic above how close all the kids are. With every present they kept moving closer and closer. It was too cute.
See how they are further away and sitting? And have some breathing room? This was taken before the one above.
Old man in his wagon.
Al's 5th birthday cake! She was very very impressed and excited about this. Every time we go to the grocery we have to stop to check out the cakes and go through the cake "book" as she points out each cake she is "getting for Christmas" (this is what she says about anything that she may want right that second but knows I will not get it for her, yet she feels the urgency to have it...I often hear her in the TV room singing or saying "I'm getting that for christmas! OOOHHH! Im gettin' THAT for christmas! And that! OH! and that, too!" as she watches the toy commercials on the kid channels. Whatever works.
I'm not sure why but I love this picture! Imagine being at a birthday party with your adult friends and posing in one of these totally-not-awkward-poses or smiles.
he loves his buggy
I swear it looks like paint but it WAS icing. Very yummy icing, I might add.
A pic of a cross at the West Baden Hotel we stayed at in French Lick. If you've never been, GO! It's SOOOO beautiful there! We loved it! Unfortunately, my camera battery died upon arrival so we couldn't take many non-phone pics. (no idea why that font did that?!)
Jordyn, Alex, and Grace(Alex's two besties :)
Thought I'd finish off with some funny Alex sayings...
1. The other night I yelled from the kitchen to the upstairs for Tim to come downstairs and help me for a minute. He yelled back that he couldn't (for whatever reason) and Alex looked up from the kitchen table as she was coloring and said, "Oh man...I bet he's upstairs fart'n in his fart sack." She said it in an almost whisper as if she thought perhaps he might be doing exactly that. I'm not sure where she comes up with these things!
2. We were on a lovely outing to walmart last weekend to exchange a bday gift for Alex. As Alex and I were walking through the store trying to find Tim and Sam we experienced a very not-so-pleasant odor passing a particular isle. (To me, this was not so crazy as we were at Walmart, anything goes there). Anyway, as we both were assaulted with the smell Alex says, "Daddy must be near by...I smell his stinky toots." Need I say more? There seems to be a theme here.
3. The kids and I were driving to the grocery and all is quiet in the backseat (which is rare...those that know Alex know she is NEVER not talking). I look in the rearview and see her very seriously gazing out the window---I know those wheels are turning about something pretty big. Usually those looks are when she asks me how the earth was made and why dinosaurs don't live anymore and why did God make us have jobs, etc. Finally, she ask me, "Mom, I don't understand why God can't make me be a fairy now...I'm tired of being a human...If he does I will still live with you." As if that was the only reason God was not turning her into a fairy, for fear she may decide to not live with us anymore.
4. Alex has acquired a new little friend from across the street that he own father describes her as "politely defiant"...that's putting it nicely. Tim and I have both had to, quite literally, hold on to her shoulders and scoot her out the front door when its time to go home. She just doesn't take a hint and likes to stay at our house at all costs and mostly wants to find ways to hang out with Tim and I. Anyway, she was over yesterday afternoon and she and Alex were not really clicking well, as Alex enjoys playing with toys (i.e. barbies, pet shop, t ball, etc). This little darling mostly likes to find excuses to send Alex inside or to come inside herself and ask for various things (i.e. gum, a toasted pop-tart, juice, etc.). Anyway, long story short, Alex comes stomping inside and announces she doesn't want to play with friend anymore. I tell her that's just fine with me. Then I ask her if she told her nicely that she was done playing and coming inside. That's when I got the look...She stared at me as if figuring out how to say exactly what she wanted. Then says, "Well, Yes. I told her...nicely....but she didn't listen, mom! I even tried to close the garage door on her." What!? I ask! I explain to her that's not nice, blah blah blah and the garage door is not a toy, etc. THough I understand Al's frustration as this little girl is like a bee at a picnic! She never gives up.
At this point I know the g-door is closed cuz I was in the kitchen (which connects to garage) and heard the door closing when she came in from there. I figured it was a null issue, assumed the little girl had finally gone home, and I was just hoping Alex didn't hurt her feelings.
Then Alex opens the door to the garage, (where it is dark since the overhead g-door is now closed) and I hear her talking and explaining that she was sorry but she really didn't want to play anymore. Then I hear the g-door motor and see the door is opening...then i hear footsteps running. Alex had literally trapped her little friend in the garage with no lights and came inside to chat with me. WTH! Oh that girl! I just never know what to expect with her! Atleast maybe her new friend will get the hint that when Alex is done playing she better run before she gets trapped in a dark garage.
5.And as far as Al is concerned, Jesus and God, are responsible for EVERYTHING! They created the computer, they made costumes (some itchy--which really upsets her. I mean, why would they do that on purpose?!), her shoes, etc. I suppose this comes from my catch-all answer to her many many endless curious questions which is, "I don't know, Alex...that's just how God made it." Perhaps I should come up with some better answers. They are getting a bad rap and taking the heat for some stuff---like bedtime at 7:30, and naptime, etc.
6. Alex was helping Tim make homemade chicken noodle soup the other night. The chicken still had the skin on it and Tim was adding it to the boiling water to make some broth. Alex was very curious about the skin (Alex is an unofficial vegetarian as she refuses to eat nearly all meat unless it is highly processed and, in my opinion, hardly even meat anymore (i.e. chicken nuggets, deli ham) and even then it requires a bribe and I always fear her gagging. Anyway, she was inquiring about the skin and Tim explained that it was once alive and living much like she and him were alive. He explained that chickens have skin much like we have skin. (it sounds gross when you really think about it, hence, I totally get vegetarianism) So, Alex stares into the pot with the chicken and says, "Oh, I get it. So were those chicken bad guys and that's why they got killed...like were they thieves?" Uh....not quite. Tim had to do some further explaining to ensure she understood we were not eating PEOPLE!
Sometimes Tim and I forget that Al is only 4 and we assume she already knows such things.
2. We were on a lovely outing to walmart last weekend to exchange a bday gift for Alex. As Alex and I were walking through the store trying to find Tim and Sam we experienced a very not-so-pleasant odor passing a particular isle. (To me, this was not so crazy as we were at Walmart, anything goes there). Anyway, as we both were assaulted with the smell Alex says, "Daddy must be near by...I smell his stinky toots." Need I say more? There seems to be a theme here.
3. The kids and I were driving to the grocery and all is quiet in the backseat (which is rare...those that know Alex know she is NEVER not talking). I look in the rearview and see her very seriously gazing out the window---I know those wheels are turning about something pretty big. Usually those looks are when she asks me how the earth was made and why dinosaurs don't live anymore and why did God make us have jobs, etc. Finally, she ask me, "Mom, I don't understand why God can't make me be a fairy now...I'm tired of being a human...If he does I will still live with you." As if that was the only reason God was not turning her into a fairy, for fear she may decide to not live with us anymore.
4. Alex has acquired a new little friend from across the street that he own father describes her as "politely defiant"...that's putting it nicely. Tim and I have both had to, quite literally, hold on to her shoulders and scoot her out the front door when its time to go home. She just doesn't take a hint and likes to stay at our house at all costs and mostly wants to find ways to hang out with Tim and I. Anyway, she was over yesterday afternoon and she and Alex were not really clicking well, as Alex enjoys playing with toys (i.e. barbies, pet shop, t ball, etc). This little darling mostly likes to find excuses to send Alex inside or to come inside herself and ask for various things (i.e. gum, a toasted pop-tart, juice, etc.). Anyway, long story short, Alex comes stomping inside and announces she doesn't want to play with friend anymore. I tell her that's just fine with me. Then I ask her if she told her nicely that she was done playing and coming inside. That's when I got the look...She stared at me as if figuring out how to say exactly what she wanted. Then says, "Well, Yes. I told her...nicely....but she didn't listen, mom! I even tried to close the garage door on her." What!? I ask! I explain to her that's not nice, blah blah blah and the garage door is not a toy, etc. THough I understand Al's frustration as this little girl is like a bee at a picnic! She never gives up.
At this point I know the g-door is closed cuz I was in the kitchen (which connects to garage) and heard the door closing when she came in from there. I figured it was a null issue, assumed the little girl had finally gone home, and I was just hoping Alex didn't hurt her feelings.
Then Alex opens the door to the garage, (where it is dark since the overhead g-door is now closed) and I hear her talking and explaining that she was sorry but she really didn't want to play anymore. Then I hear the g-door motor and see the door is opening...then i hear footsteps running. Alex had literally trapped her little friend in the garage with no lights and came inside to chat with me. WTH! Oh that girl! I just never know what to expect with her! Atleast maybe her new friend will get the hint that when Alex is done playing she better run before she gets trapped in a dark garage.
5.And as far as Al is concerned, Jesus and God, are responsible for EVERYTHING! They created the computer, they made costumes (some itchy--which really upsets her. I mean, why would they do that on purpose?!), her shoes, etc. I suppose this comes from my catch-all answer to her many many endless curious questions which is, "I don't know, Alex...that's just how God made it." Perhaps I should come up with some better answers. They are getting a bad rap and taking the heat for some stuff---like bedtime at 7:30, and naptime, etc.
6. Alex was helping Tim make homemade chicken noodle soup the other night. The chicken still had the skin on it and Tim was adding it to the boiling water to make some broth. Alex was very curious about the skin (Alex is an unofficial vegetarian as she refuses to eat nearly all meat unless it is highly processed and, in my opinion, hardly even meat anymore (i.e. chicken nuggets, deli ham) and even then it requires a bribe and I always fear her gagging. Anyway, she was inquiring about the skin and Tim explained that it was once alive and living much like she and him were alive. He explained that chickens have skin much like we have skin. (it sounds gross when you really think about it, hence, I totally get vegetarianism) So, Alex stares into the pot with the chicken and says, "Oh, I get it. So were those chicken bad guys and that's why they got killed...like were they thieves?" Uh....not quite. Tim had to do some further explaining to ensure she understood we were not eating PEOPLE!
Sometimes Tim and I forget that Al is only 4 and we assume she already knows such things.
2 comments:
Great pictures and I especially love the stories at the end. Al is such a character!! I fear Owen may have the same toot stories to tell when he gets older...
Jill, the tooting stories about you , right?! Lol! Jk! Can't wait to see owen hopefully soon! I miss you guys!
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