Monday, March 28, 2011
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Yes, her brother is stepping on her foot - on purpose! He was very amused with himself. He liked is because she couldn't yell at him until she was done smiling for the picture.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
He spends the majority of his day "roping cows". Just ask him. Everyone in the house must beware of his flying rope, lest we get whacked across the face. All of the animals in our house are fair game. Cats, dogs - it doesn't matter the species. They are all his "cows" when he is in cowboy mode.
And yes, I constantly tell him to leave the poor dogs alone. Most often, his victim is Cookie - our beloved Shi-Tzu. I try to keep her safe, but she keeps coming back for more.
It looks innocent enough, but that is how it always starts.
First, he spots his "cow".
Then, he moves in for the take down.
He is going for the take down now. It so reminds me of his Daddy flanking the real cows.
He needed to take a little break to look at the real cows out in the pasture.
Just look at that fluffy little face. I could just eat her up. She is so loveable - not to mention very TOLERANT!
I think he has her right where he wants her now. He looks like he is gettin' kinda serious.
VICTORIOUS! He has conquered the beast. I just don't know if she is a cow or a horse at this point. Poor cookie!
Just this morning she was planning a party in my closet. She looked so cute in my white heels. She had just gotten out of the bath tub, so of course wasn't wearing anything else. This child has such an aversion to wearing clothing.
She peeked out of the closet to tell her bathing brother that he could not come to the party yet. She quickly closed the door behind her to finish the party preparations.
This is where the distinction between boys and girls comes in. Cooper looks back at me, and in his little growly voice he said, "I come to you party.... and I bwow you candles out." Then he inhales deeply and makes a big blowing noise. I couldn't help but laugh at his cute little self.
By the way - don't you think this picture gives new meaning to the phrase "cutting the grass"?
Monday, October 19, 2009
I try my very hardest to not be "that" mom. You know, the one that is screeming from the sidelines? My competetive nature sometimes rears its ugly head, and I holler. I just try to make it a "positive" comment. It is a difficult thing to remain somewhere in the middle. I would like to be somewhere in between the mom that is harshly yelling at her poor child, and the totally out of touch mom that doesn't have a clue.
Tonight I witnessed a mother yell at her child and loudly scream at her to "shut up". It made my skin crawl to hear this. I was filled with sorrow and embarassment for the little girl. I bit my tongue and kept my mouth shut. Anyone that knows me knows how extremely difficult this is for me. I am continually praying for God to put a gate over my mouth. Fortunately he was in the business of answering my prayer tonight.
I had almost made up my mind that I would politely and discretely ask the mother to refrain from screaming "shut up" so loudly that the entire soccer complex could hear. I thought I might even tell her that we don't use those words at our house, and I would appreciate her not using them either. In the end, I lost my nerve, and left the field feeling helpless. I just hope I am never "that mom".