Happy 7th!

Last weekend Brandon and I celebrated our 7th anniversary! It was probably one of our less eventful anniversaries, but since we recently returned from Hawaii we weren't really feeling the need for a get-away. We'll save it for later in the year when we REALLY need it!

So we visited the Olive Garden where we had a coupon and a gift card to lighten the financial load a little! Then we ran a few errands: Home Depot and Bed, Bath & Beyond (very romantic :))! Then we went to see Angels and Demons. It wasn't as good as the book, of course, but is the movie EVER as good as the book? Brandon, who didn't read the book, loved the movie. That is, until I told him about the book on the way home. "Why did they leave THAT out? THAT would have made it even better!" Hmm . . . my sentiments exactly!

You may think it lame to go to dinner, run errands, and see a movie for an anniversary. After all, isn't that the cop-out date we all hated before marriage? Well, after marriage and especially after children, dinner and a movie becomes a VERY expensive date when you add a babysitter! So a pre-marriage cop-out date becomes a post-marriage SPLURGE!

Anyway, the other great thing is that I got to spend the evening with Brandon all to myself! There were no interruptions of whining, crying, or trips to the potty! I'm so lucky to be married to such a wonderful man! He truly is my "Mr. Wonderful!" I received 2 dozen beautiful roses and a list of 100 reason why he loves me! Hmm . . . he must have worked on that for awhile to come up with a whole 100 reasons! I don't know that I'm that lovable! But as long as I've got him fooled, that's all that matters!

Happy 7th anniversary, Sweetheart!

Rumbling

Jacob and Sarah have invented their own new word: rumbling. As best I can figure out, the definition for "rumbling" is when someone talks too long while you're "not so patiently" waiting to talk. For example, when Mommy and Daddy are trying to talk, it's "rumbling." However, if Jacob is talking it's NOT "rumbling." When I accused Jacob of "rumbling" he said he was just TALKING. But if I'm talking, Jacob insists that I'm "rumbling!" If Sarah is talking and Jacob wants to talk, then Sarah is also "rumbling."

Hmm . . . as you can see in a family of talkers there is never enough talk time for each of us. Luckily, Jonah isn't talking yet, so he has yet to be accused of "rumbling." For the time being, he just yells above the roar, causing those of us trying to talk to rumble, I mean talk, even louder. So if you happen to pass by our house and your hear yelling, we may not be yelling at all . . . we're just "rumbling!"

I'm A Big Boy Now!!!

Well, I finally did it. I had Jonah's hair cut. I've been putting Brandon and other family off for awhile now, claiming instead that his hair was just too cute to cut! But after a series of runny noses that glue his hair to his nose and face, I just couldn't take it any longer!

Here's Jonah BEFORE his haircut.

See how long it is in front!

As long as I kept the snacks coming, he was content. Thanks, Janet!

And here's our big boy AFTER! I have to admit, I AM a little sad to see the curls gone (I did save a few :)) and to see him looking so BIG! My baby is gone!

Who Won?

Obviously, the sidewalk won! Mean ol' sidewalk!!!

A Glimpse of Our Dinner Conversation

Last night Brandon had meetings, so it was just me and the kids. Sometimes dinner can be a calmer event without Daddy around. Although we definitely prefer to have him at dinner, we're not all clamoring for his attention when he's not here. And boring old Mom already knows what's happened all day because I've been WITH them all day!

I just had to laugh at a couple of things they said, which I'm posting for journaling purposes!

Jacob: "I love being the oldest!"
Sarah: "I love being the cutest!"

And that pretty much sums up their roles in our family. Jacob takes charge and gets things done as the oldest. Sarah sings, dances and plays her way through life, just practicing being . . . cute.

Jacob: "My tummy hurts. I don't think I can finish dinner."
Mom: "Eat a little more and we'll see."
Jacob: "It's all this healthy food. It's hurting my tummy and brain."
Mom: "So would junk food make you feel better?"
Jacob: "Yes, I really think so."
Mom: "Eat your dinner!!!"

Hurting tummy, my foot!

Somebody's Got A Hole In His Smile

Well SOMEBODY at our house FINALLY got a hole in his smile! Jacob's been wiggling that little tooth for months now, ever since the dentist first told him it was a little loose! Boy, was he excited when it came out. He was too nervous to have it pulled out. I was worried he'd swallow it in his sleep! But after dinner 1 night it just fell out! He called just about everyone he knew to share his great news! He shows anybody who looks twice at him that hole in his smile. He's so proud! It's one of the rites of passage of childhood, I guess! I can't believe my little boy is really growing up! Sarah already swears that one of her molars is loose. Hmmm . . . we may be waiting awhile on that one!

Monday Morning Meltdowns

Here's how our Monday morning started out:

Mom: "What do you guys want for breakfast?"
Jacob: "Golden Grahams."
Sarah: "Me too!"
Jacob: "Actually if there's any blueberry oatmeal, I'll have that instead."
Sarah: "I want blueberry oatmeal too."
Mom: "Jacob chose blueberry first, and now it's all gone. But you can choose another flavor or cereal."

Sarah screams and cries for 5 minutes over the blueberry oatmeal while I make if for Jacob.

Mom: "Sarah, why don't you just have Golden Grahams."
Sarah, sniffling but no longer crying: "Okay. That's a great idea, Mommy. I LOOOVE Golden Grahams!"
Jacob: "I don't want oatmeal, I want Golden Grahams too!"
Mom: "No way. We're not throwing out this oatmeal I just made!"

Jacob screams and cries while Sarah's very happy with her Golden Grahams.

It's only 7:30 a.m. on Monday morning! It's going to be a LOOOONG week! Can I give up yet?