So we were walking through Target tonight and we passed the lingerie section, where there was a huge display of bras in all different colors. This exchange took place between the boys:
Carter: *huge grin* "Look Parker: BOOOOOOOBS!"
Parker: *smiles & giggles*: "Yeah, Boobs!!!!!" *more giggles*
*Sigh*
Sunday, March 29, 2009
What The Boys Do In The Shower
When Brent went to go check on how the boys were doing with their shower, he found them doing each others' hair:
Turn to the right!
Turn to the right!Other right, Parker.
Hey, at least they're soapy.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Late Nights and Homeruns
I posted already about the fact that we spend most of our free time as a family at the ball field. It's just the phase of life that we're in. I don't know if I mentioned previously that of Carter's 12 baseball games this season, ONE of them is on a Saturday. The rest are on weekdays. And that of those eleven weekday games, HALF of them are at 6pm and the other half are at 7:30.
COME. ON.
So last night was our first 7:30 game. I already shudder at the thought of Carter playing baseball until 8:45 at night then coming home to get bathed, settled down and asleep by...??? There's no way I can do that to all three kids. Plus Parker had basketball class from 6-7. So my original plan was to stay until Carter batted once. I ended up staying until his second at-bat and we left around 8pm. (He got out once with an RBI and got another hit that he scored from, pretty good night!) I was able to get home successfully, bathe H&P, do devotions/pray together and get them in bed by 9pm.
Then Brent calls and says they have a story about the game that they have to tell me in person. I can't believe I didn't get my camera to capture the joy in his face (actually, both their faces) as Carter told me about the HOMERUN he hit off the coach. It was their last at-bat. They had 2 outs and 2 guys on base. They were winning by only a couple of runs. If Carter got out, the other team would probably win b/c they were good hitters too. It's one of those situations that you don't really want your kid to be in unless he's really good. Brent said he was just hoping for a base hit and no outs so the kid behind him could hit a good one (he's a big hitter). And our little Carter-man knocks one to the fence. Yayyyyyyyy!!!
He was so proud. Everyone was proud of him. He gave me a demonstation of how all the coaches and parents and teammates were giving him a high-five.
And, he got the game ball.
And, I wasn't there. O well. Hopefully there will be more.
Congratulations Carter!!!!
COME. ON.
So last night was our first 7:30 game. I already shudder at the thought of Carter playing baseball until 8:45 at night then coming home to get bathed, settled down and asleep by...??? There's no way I can do that to all three kids. Plus Parker had basketball class from 6-7. So my original plan was to stay until Carter batted once. I ended up staying until his second at-bat and we left around 8pm. (He got out once with an RBI and got another hit that he scored from, pretty good night!) I was able to get home successfully, bathe H&P, do devotions/pray together and get them in bed by 9pm.
Then Brent calls and says they have a story about the game that they have to tell me in person. I can't believe I didn't get my camera to capture the joy in his face (actually, both their faces) as Carter told me about the HOMERUN he hit off the coach. It was their last at-bat. They had 2 outs and 2 guys on base. They were winning by only a couple of runs. If Carter got out, the other team would probably win b/c they were good hitters too. It's one of those situations that you don't really want your kid to be in unless he's really good. Brent said he was just hoping for a base hit and no outs so the kid behind him could hit a good one (he's a big hitter). And our little Carter-man knocks one to the fence. Yayyyyyyyy!!!
He was so proud. Everyone was proud of him. He gave me a demonstation of how all the coaches and parents and teammates were giving him a high-five.
And, he got the game ball.
And, I wasn't there. O well. Hopefully there will be more.
Congratulations Carter!!!!
Update: What's In A Name
I just wanted you to know that Hunter has decided that she wants to be called "Hunnie". This is fine by us since it is a version of her name. So, next time you see her...
She's also decided that when she grows up and has a daughter, she's going to name her Hunter b/c she loves it so much. I'm sure that's totally true...
She's also decided that when she grows up and has a daughter, she's going to name her Hunter b/c she loves it so much. I'm sure that's totally true...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
12 Years and Counting!
On Sunday, Brent and I celebrated our 12th anniversary. Seems impossible for that much time to have passed in some ways. Seems like forever ago in others. I was away this weekend on a womens' retreat with our church, so I got home on Sunday afternoon. My sisters came up to watch the kids and our plan was to go to dinner and a movie. I really want to see Slumdog Millionaire. We went to a Mexican restaurant that we haven't been to in a long time and we both wanted a margarita. The server asks us if we would like the small one or the large. I was thinking the small margarita glass or the "jumbo" ones that you usually see. So, we both said large.
They show up in a gigantic beer mug.
When I tell you these margaritas were big, I'm not jokin'. People were staring at us like we have a drinking problem.
And we missed the movie because it took so long to drink them.
So instead, after dinner, we went to a dessert place and had ice cream.
Good times. Happy Anniversary to us...
1997
2009
They show up in a gigantic beer mug.
When I tell you these margaritas were big, I'm not jokin'. People were staring at us like we have a drinking problem.
And we missed the movie because it took so long to drink them.
So instead, after dinner, we went to a dessert place and had ice cream.
Good times. Happy Anniversary to us...
1997
2009Thursday, March 12, 2009
Unreal!!!
My family has a love affair with sour cream.
It doesn't matter what I put on the table: Mexican food, chile, chicken, pork, even pasta. Someone will look around and say "Hey, where is the sour cream?" It's a shame.
And times are tough, you know. Money is tight. It's always been tight, but it's tighter than it's ever been. Everyone is stressed about the economy and what kind of sales year this will turn out to be. Therefore, I've really been trying to pinch our pennies even more than usual. So today, before I went to the grocery store, I stopped at the Dollar Store which is in the same shopping center. You can get lots of stuff there that is needed, you know. I always forget that. Envelopes, shampoo for the kids, body wash, they even had name brand deoterant today. I got several items from my list that would have cost more than a dollar at the grocery store. Well today I thought I'd wander through the food aisles and see if there was anything there that was on my list. There were a few things. And then I realized that they now have some refrigerated and frozen foods. Wow. For a dollar. I was intrigued. And then I saw it: A big tub of sour cream for a dollar! Good deal. It wasn't a brand I'd heard of before, but I thought we could give it a try.
So I bought that stuff and then the rest of my groceries.
But when I got home and was unloading them, I noticed that something was amiss with my bargain find. Can you see it?
I think that my first indication that something was wrong should have been that it says "Unreal!!!" in the corner. But I thought that meant "unrealistically delicious sour cream". I know you see it: it says SOUR CREME instead of SOUR CREAM. What the heck does that mean? I read the ingredients which is at least a mile long (I usually do this at the store. What was wrong with me today? I'm feeling sick, you know.) Yikes.
So there it sits, unopened. Because now I am very, very afraid. I know that I will not feed it to my kids. But I bet Brent will eat because we did spend a dollar on it and all.
The moral of the story is this: Beware of the refrigerated section at the Dollar Store. And read the ingredients. You really shouldn't be eating stuff that is completely manufactured in a plant. You are what you eat, you know.
It doesn't matter what I put on the table: Mexican food, chile, chicken, pork, even pasta. Someone will look around and say "Hey, where is the sour cream?" It's a shame.
And times are tough, you know. Money is tight. It's always been tight, but it's tighter than it's ever been. Everyone is stressed about the economy and what kind of sales year this will turn out to be. Therefore, I've really been trying to pinch our pennies even more than usual. So today, before I went to the grocery store, I stopped at the Dollar Store which is in the same shopping center. You can get lots of stuff there that is needed, you know. I always forget that. Envelopes, shampoo for the kids, body wash, they even had name brand deoterant today. I got several items from my list that would have cost more than a dollar at the grocery store. Well today I thought I'd wander through the food aisles and see if there was anything there that was on my list. There were a few things. And then I realized that they now have some refrigerated and frozen foods. Wow. For a dollar. I was intrigued. And then I saw it: A big tub of sour cream for a dollar! Good deal. It wasn't a brand I'd heard of before, but I thought we could give it a try.
So I bought that stuff and then the rest of my groceries.
But when I got home and was unloading them, I noticed that something was amiss with my bargain find. Can you see it?
I think that my first indication that something was wrong should have been that it says "Unreal!!!" in the corner. But I thought that meant "unrealistically delicious sour cream". I know you see it: it says SOUR CREME instead of SOUR CREAM. What the heck does that mean? I read the ingredients which is at least a mile long (I usually do this at the store. What was wrong with me today? I'm feeling sick, you know.) Yikes.So there it sits, unopened. Because now I am very, very afraid. I know that I will not feed it to my kids. But I bet Brent will eat because we did spend a dollar on it and all.
The moral of the story is this: Beware of the refrigerated section at the Dollar Store. And read the ingredients. You really shouldn't be eating stuff that is completely manufactured in a plant. You are what you eat, you know.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Mom's Taxi
I used to be really annoyed by those bumper stickers that say "Mom's Taxi". Seriously? Isn't there more to life than toting your kids from place to place? And indeed, there is. But my Kia Sedona has become, however much to my shagrin, Mom's Taxi. It's not like my kids are over-extended with extra-curricular activities. They don't have anxiety or performance disorders from having to be signed up for every possible option that fills up their free time. But, we do want them to be exposed to different things and if at all possible, find a "niche". I think Brent and I both wish that we had more of those kinds of opportunities ourselves growing up. Even though he was into sports and I was in the band. It's probably in our kids' best interest that thus far, we haven't been able to afford to sign up our kids for a million things. I meet people at the ball park whose sons have been playing ball 2 seasons a year since they were 3 years old. I know people whose daughters have been dancing or doing gymnastics since they were 2. And they're quite good. So at 6 years old you have kids that are hitting balls to the fence and kids that are on competitive dance or gymnastics squads.
And then, you have the McCaigs. We've allowed them to each try something that was of interest to them since they turned 4. You know, to see if any natural "inklings" show themselves. And with 3 kids, that's a lot. Hence, the taxi.
Carter is in his 2nd season of baseball. He loves it. He even gets a hit every once in a while. But while he's in the outfield he picks at the grass and twirls around, tossing his hat up into the air and I find myself saying a little prayer that the ball doesn't come to him. If it does, there's a good chance that a) he'll fight over it with another outfielder while the opposing team scores 3 or 4 runs or b) it will go between his legs and it will take him what seems like an eternity to figure out where it went and what to do with it.
Don't get me wrong. He's actually a lot better than he was last year in his first season. And he's really cute in his uniform, as you'll see below.
I sometimes wonder if we did them a diservice by keeping them out of stuff until age 4. But then I think, no. They'll be fine. They'll practice and get better, or they'll quit.
Hunter has tried ballet, gymnastics, basketball and karate. Right now she's in Girl Scouts. She loves it and so do I. First of all, it doesn't require much from me. I try to help out when I can or chaperone field trips, but it doesn't seem like I have to all that much. There are 2 or 3 moms who have made it their life's mission to be a good Girl Scout troop leader and they spend probably ungodly amounts of time planning fun stuff for them to do to earn their badges. A whole stack of which sits on my kitchen counter waiting to be sewn onto her vest. After all that work and planning? Rudeness.
Parker has just turned 4 so he has done Karate. About which he commented, "I don't like it because they're always telling me what to do". And last night he started taking basketball lessons. He is SO EXCITED I cannot even explain it. You wouldn't believe the sheer joy that was in his face last night as he tried to dribble the ball and shoot baskets. I guess that's what happens when you're the baby and you have waited SO LONG for your mom to finally say that she'll taxi you around to your own thing and not just your siblings'.
Below are some pictures of what we've been spending a lot of time doing recently. Baseball. Usually 3 days a week we're there. Plus basketball twice and whatever the Girl Scouts are doing. Plus Hunter is in a competitive book club twice a month. It's not 1/2 as much as what some people do. But I'm accepting this role cheerfully. Now I see why people want to do it. Because it's fun for their kids and they want to support their interests. I don't want it to take over my life or anything. Or the kids' lives for that matter. It is a difficult balance in today's day and age. School, extra-curriculars, Spiritual life. We want our kids to be as well-rounded as possible and to try new things. Next year I want Hunter to learn to read music. And Carter is already begging for guitar lessons. *Sigh*
I better get a job. And a bumper sticker.
Batter up!
I think this is one of those pictures where you look back and say, "Oh my goodness, look at how tiny he is!"
Cool kid.
Practice swings.
I could do a whole post about how much torture it can be on the siblings of a baseball player. The parents want to watch the game. Plus I am very neurotic about the ball field. Creeps hang out there, you know. Lying in wait for kids whose parents aren't really watching them. Therefore, my kids are not allowed to go to the playground or leave my side. This can be very boring for them and very trying for me. I try to make it the best that it can be for them though and encourage them that this is part of how we support each other as a family. And since they all get to do something at some time, what goes around comes around.
And then, you have the McCaigs. We've allowed them to each try something that was of interest to them since they turned 4. You know, to see if any natural "inklings" show themselves. And with 3 kids, that's a lot. Hence, the taxi.
Carter is in his 2nd season of baseball. He loves it. He even gets a hit every once in a while. But while he's in the outfield he picks at the grass and twirls around, tossing his hat up into the air and I find myself saying a little prayer that the ball doesn't come to him. If it does, there's a good chance that a) he'll fight over it with another outfielder while the opposing team scores 3 or 4 runs or b) it will go between his legs and it will take him what seems like an eternity to figure out where it went and what to do with it.
Don't get me wrong. He's actually a lot better than he was last year in his first season. And he's really cute in his uniform, as you'll see below.
I sometimes wonder if we did them a diservice by keeping them out of stuff until age 4. But then I think, no. They'll be fine. They'll practice and get better, or they'll quit.
Hunter has tried ballet, gymnastics, basketball and karate. Right now she's in Girl Scouts. She loves it and so do I. First of all, it doesn't require much from me. I try to help out when I can or chaperone field trips, but it doesn't seem like I have to all that much. There are 2 or 3 moms who have made it their life's mission to be a good Girl Scout troop leader and they spend probably ungodly amounts of time planning fun stuff for them to do to earn their badges. A whole stack of which sits on my kitchen counter waiting to be sewn onto her vest. After all that work and planning? Rudeness.
Parker has just turned 4 so he has done Karate. About which he commented, "I don't like it because they're always telling me what to do". And last night he started taking basketball lessons. He is SO EXCITED I cannot even explain it. You wouldn't believe the sheer joy that was in his face last night as he tried to dribble the ball and shoot baskets. I guess that's what happens when you're the baby and you have waited SO LONG for your mom to finally say that she'll taxi you around to your own thing and not just your siblings'.
Below are some pictures of what we've been spending a lot of time doing recently. Baseball. Usually 3 days a week we're there. Plus basketball twice and whatever the Girl Scouts are doing. Plus Hunter is in a competitive book club twice a month. It's not 1/2 as much as what some people do. But I'm accepting this role cheerfully. Now I see why people want to do it. Because it's fun for their kids and they want to support their interests. I don't want it to take over my life or anything. Or the kids' lives for that matter. It is a difficult balance in today's day and age. School, extra-curriculars, Spiritual life. We want our kids to be as well-rounded as possible and to try new things. Next year I want Hunter to learn to read music. And Carter is already begging for guitar lessons. *Sigh*
I better get a job. And a bumper sticker.
Batter up!
I think this is one of those pictures where you look back and say, "Oh my goodness, look at how tiny he is!"
Cool kid.
Practice swings.
I could do a whole post about how much torture it can be on the siblings of a baseball player. The parents want to watch the game. Plus I am very neurotic about the ball field. Creeps hang out there, you know. Lying in wait for kids whose parents aren't really watching them. Therefore, my kids are not allowed to go to the playground or leave my side. This can be very boring for them and very trying for me. I try to make it the best that it can be for them though and encourage them that this is part of how we support each other as a family. And since they all get to do something at some time, what goes around comes around.
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