What I Didn't Want for Christmas

For Christmas, Noelle got her two front teeth (nearly) in. I can see a white line under her gums, and her gums are blue around the area. That makes me feel bad--it looks painful.

I got the opposite--I had my two last wisdom teeth removed before we lost our dental insurance. Yay! I apologize if I have been leaving rummy messages on FB or your blogs. I think I'm still pretty tipsy from the drugs.

Tonight, At Dinner:

Kellan ran out to use the bathroom and when he came back in his underwear looked bulky in front. (Yeah, he had stripped down to the bare minimum.) As I was trying to figure out why that might be, he announced, "I do NOT have dental floss in my underwear."

Which meant, of course, that he did.

Meet the Bakers

Have you guys seen the Panera "Meet the Bakers" videos? They totally ripped off the "I'm a Mormon" commercials!

PS: Also, pug dogs? Sick.

Today my aunt came by to drop off some chicken eggs. I was downstairs and Ian opened the door. When I came upstairs I told Ian that he shouldn't open the door unless I told him it was okay, and he replied that he knew it was Aunt Nancy and that was why he opened it. My aunt asked, "Well, how did you know it was me, Ian?" to which Ian replied, "I knew it was you because my dad gave me some of his know everything, and now I know everything."

Noelle Eats A Lot

And so I have a lot of time to read. This is the series I've become hooked on:

I yanked this pic. from Carola Dunn's website.

Carole Dunn writes the Daisy Dalrymple mystery series, set in England in the 1920's. They have an understated Britisy-type of humor, which I like, and they're clean, which I love. I wish I had started with the first book, though, because Ms. Dunn doesn't go into deep descriptions of her characters in each book, or give lengthy backgrounds or previous action. Which is nice if you're already familiar with what's going on.

Anyway, if you like mysteries, British people, cloche hats, or historical fiction, you might want to try these books.

Top Two Most Common Phrases

Ian: "Can I smell this?"

"Can I run faster than a _____(insert any animal, bug, machine, or mythical creature here)?"

Kellan: "No, Ian did!"

"Noelle's sleeping?" (As he's being chased away from the newly awakened baby)

Jesse: "What's wrong with them?!"

"Is Noelle hungry?"

Haley: "Kellan, your underwear and pants are on backwards."

"Ian, calm down!"

Update

I just took Noelle to the doctor the other day. She has acid reflux, making that an even 100% of my children who have had it. She's also drooling like crazy and chomping on anything that gets near her face.

Here she is wearing a hair clip that Chelsea made for all of us sisters-in-law for her wedding:

She weighed 15 pounds, so she's just below the 90th percentile for her almost-16 weeks.

She learned how to roll over last week and has since perfected it. Now she is in that frustrating stage where, even though she's bone tired, she'll roll over instead of going to sleep. Then she sits there and cries because she can't fall asleep on her stomach yet. Once you do get her asleep, she usually rolls over during her sleep.

Ian is in a preschool co-op we're doing with ladies in our ward. (Did I already mention this? Oh, well....) He won't write his name, or practice writing his letters. I'm sensing he won't be starting kindergarten next year.

Ian loves using scissors. I hid all of the scissors in my drawer, and he found them during one of his "naps". He took them in his room, cut holes in his sheets, cut a shoelace, and cut a bunch of palm fronds off of the plant in his room. When I came in and saw the fronds (other victims of his spree were discovered over the course of a few days) I must have had a look on my face, because Ian blurted out, "The wind did it!"

Kellan is still Kellan. Really sweet and nice one minute, beating up Ian the next.

Jesse is taking classes at EWU for pre-physical therapy. And even though I already knew BYU was a steal as far as tuition went, we're now experiencing first-hand how colleges nickel and dime their students.

Here's Jesse with some of the garden's harvest:

Priceless

Hand-washing little boy shorts because he peed on the back of them at church while using the toilet, because I had already used the spare set in the diaper bag when he peed on the floor at the fabric store the day before? Well, maybe not priceless, but certainly something I had not done before. Unfortunately, I will probably have to repeat that feat, and even though I vowed to put another spare change of clothes back in the diaper bag, I was also making mental notes as to the best technique to achieve a clean pair of shorts with the least amount of water spreading to other areas of the shorts.

Pictures later today. Not of me cleaning the shorts in the bathroom, but of the kids, unsoiled.

He Says He Wants To Be A Fireman....

Kellan, just being potty trained, has some issues with aiming. This morning he climbed up on the the "big potty" and before he was situated started peeing. It was like in the movies when the fire hose gets turned on but nobody's holding onto it, and it sprays all over the place. You've seen that kind of scene before, right? Anyways, he peed on my leg, my arm, his blanket, all over his pants, and in his face. He was so mad, and I was so mad, but now that it's all cleaned up, it's pretty funny. Here's to the next little body I have to train at being a better aimer! (And if she's not I'm going to shoot myself.)

Blasphemy

I've got to get this weight off of my shoulders: I've never really liked the Harry Potter movies, and I didn't really like the last one. I like the actors. I LOVE the books. But the movies make me feel cold.

What do I like? I loved the new Sherlock Holmes preview.

In other news:

Kellan is potty trained. He peed at the park, right in the wood chips, before I could stop him. Then he told me he was going to poo in the grass.

He wears his underwear and shorts backwards. He refers to the "y" front part of his undies as a pocket, and treats it as such.

Ian can lie flatter than a rug. We had a family home evening about it. Maybe that will help?

Noelle is obese. I'll post pictures later. Tomorrow.

Noelle Adrienne Horrocks

6/8/2011, 7:59 am

9 lbs 4 oz

21 inches

The Oxygen hadn't started circulating yet so she is looking a little blue

Hospital provided t-shirts don't fit 9lb babies