Friday, June 26, 2009

Look Who's Getting Big...

... it's Miss Carolina!

Traffic Accident

I'm just hoping Officer Daddy doesn't ticket him for no license and no insurance....

Update (7/2): In response to questions: Clay Morgan was not given a citation by Officer Daddy. Instead, he was put on driving suspension until he completes 3 hours of community (household) service, a driver safety course (...and turns 16).

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Ring King

A couple of days ago I was vacuuming in our bedroom and I pulled the dresser away from the wall to get behind it. When I pulled it out, I noticed my engagement ring on the floor. I picked it up and looked on the dresser for my wedding ring but I didn't see it.

I didn't worry too much about it for two reasons: I knew that I had worn it the day before and recently our cat Lilly has been sleeping on top of the dresser. I figured she knocked the ring off and maybe it bounced off something.

Since it was kind of hectic in the house right then, I decided to wait until Mike came home to finish looking for it. Obviously, since I had worn it earlier it had to be in the house and it probably hadn't gone far since the cat had knocked it off, right??

Well, Mike and I looked for it and couldn't find it. We didn't look too hard but I kept thinking that at some point we would just move all the furniture in our room and it would show up. We have all hardwoods so it would be easy to see.

Well, yesterday morning Mike got the kids up and took them out for a morning walk while I slept in (I know, he's amazing). When they came back Clay did his cleaning ritual on his car.

While he was cleaning he opened up the hatch to reveal what can only be described as a two-year-old treasure trove. We had no idea he had ANYTHING in the hatch of the car much less that he was collecting things from all over the house.

You will notice: a Thomas train, a wooden giraffe puzzle piece, a cleaning spray bottle (Clay's personal one), four map pencils and drumroll, please...

My wedding ring! That little sneak had taken my wedding ring and put it in his treasure trove!

Now someone needs to tell him that that is MY treasure! The funny thing is, I had never even considered that Clay might have taken it. That little man is getting the shake down next time something around here disappears!

Hidden Post

A new (LOOONG) post is hidden back a couple of entries in the blog. It took me so long to write it that I added in a bunch of other posts while it was still in the queue. Here's the link:

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day!

Our Father's Day card for Mike
(made with some very sweet feet):

We are blessed!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

The Early Bird Conks Out

6:30 am: Rise and shine!
12:30 pm: Not so rise and shine....

Cheerios, Anyone?

Now that our girl has her first tooth- she loves to snack:

Get it...
Got it...

Friday, June 19, 2009

Sneaky, Sneaky

I was in the kitchen cleaning up today and I noticed a little man behind me standing on a stool reaching for the treat bag (Hershey's miniatures). I kept cleaning figuring it was harmless. I realized he had taken them but I've always opened them for him in the past. I just knew he wouldn't be able to get the packaging off by himself. Then it got really quiet in the living room.

I guess he took matters into his own hands- he just ate the wrappers, too. Gross.

Traveling Tales

We made another trip down to San Antonio- this time for one of Mike's cousin's wedding. We left on Saturday morning since Mike didn't get off work until late on Friday. As is becoming our tradition, we skipped the ceremony part of the wedding (this time because we didn't make it into town in time but normally it's our little noisemakers that keep us out of the church part).

We had a good time at the reception- Clay in particular. He had just about fallen asleep when we pulled into the parking lot and thus his "party trick" was lying down on the floor of the reception hall and rolling around (similar to a pig in mud). It's not my favorite thing he's ever done (especially in front of every member of Mike's extended family) but it was definitely memorable.

Nana trying to keep Clay seated for a while

Papa and Clay doing one of the many traditional dances they do at family weddings
Daddy/Daughter Dance

Mother/Son Dance
On Sunday, we had lunch at one of my favorite San Antonio spots- Sea Island. My dad, his girlfriend and her children and my grandmother joined us. It was a short lunch but nice, nonetheless.

My dad, Tina and Carolina

While we were having lunch, Nana and Papa were out buying a new backyard toy- a swimming pool. Clay and Carolina got to sunbathe, swim and splash to their heart's content while we visited with Nana, Papa and Auntie Jamie.

Somebody (AKA "Hollywood") may have stolen their sister's glasses (and refused to give them back). Ahem.
Happy girl in the water
Carolina's first taste of Banana Pudding. It was a hit!

The kids had SO much fun playing in the pool. We got a huge kick out of watching Clay run around and splash. Carolina was enjoying just chilling in the water and taking it all in.

We also got to visit with Mike's brother's wife, Jamie. It is always nice to get to spend time with her and Clay always talks about her. We laugh because anytime Clay doesn't know who someone is he says it's "Jamie!". This would include an Indian with full headdress on the wall at Texas Roadhouse, an African American lady in a picture, an elderly lady at Luby's, and many, many more. Mike thinks it's hilarious to see if we can spot Jamie around town (we never ask Clay, he just shouts out "Jamie" at random people). Ironically, Clay knows exactly who Jamie is and always gets her name right when we show him pictures at home.

Mike's brother is on military leave and even though we miss him, we love having Jamie close to home.
Jamie is such a good aunt to the kids and Clay talks about her so much after every time we play with her (and someday soon Uncle Garrett, too!).

Clay and Auntie Jamie

Out trip was short but we were able to do a lot of visiting and have a lot of fun. The kids have been EXHAUSTED since we got back home so it must have been good for them, too!

Monday, June 8, 2009

While He Was "Sleeping"

I have so many Clay posts started and haven't finished a single one. Every time I sit down to work on one I get lost for words. This child is so precious and so mischievous. He makes me laugh and he makes me oh so frustrated. He tests me until I discipline him and when my heart is breaking from disciplining him, he crawls in my lap. He's my sweetheart.

I walked in his room just now to check on him since it is nap time. He has been in his room for about an hour and although it has been made very clear that he is not to play during nap time, he tests the rule out every day. Today has been a hard day for him since he hasn't been feeling well (he's giving Oscar the Grouch a run for his money) and I have still made him obey.

I heard him playing in his room but I pretended not to (moms reserve the right to do that, right?). So as I opened his door to check on him I just laughed. Here's what I saw:

I guess he thought he needed a "night cap" on along with a shoe and bottles of ketchup, pepper, salt and chocolate syrup to keep him company. See what I mean about being michievous and precious all rolled into one?

When it Rains, It Pours (on your baby)

The Tale of the Sippy Cup

...and other stories of a 2-year-old mischievous child.

I have been feeling sick for almost a week and yesterday was Day Two of Mike being back at work. When the children got up yesterday I carried them into my room and put them in bed with me to watch cartoons. I got Clay set up with his sippy cup of juice in it but Miss Carolina kept sneaking it away from him and chewing on the soft spout.

The kids were doing a pretty good job of watching cartoons with me but at one point I took the sippy cup away from Carolina and she had spit up all over the lid (gross!). I got up, cleaned the lid and got her a clean (empty) one just like Clay's.

After a while, Mike called and I got up to go in the kitchen to talk to him (without the noise of the kids and cartoons). I talked to him briefly and popped my head back in to check on the kids. They were as I had left them and so I took advantage of the time to put away some towels in the kitchen. I had barely started when I heard the toilet flush. The next thing I heard was a sound like someone slipping and then Clay whining.

I went back to see what it was all about and found a mess. A big mess. The bathroom floor was covered in water, Clay was covered in water, Carolina's sippy cup was on the floor with the top OFF and the TOILET SEAT was covered in water. You guessed it. Clay was going to give her a drink. Blech.

I took Clay to the guest bath and washed him down (and thought I was done). About then I heard Carolina fussing and went to check on her. When I originally left she was sitting up and now she was lying down. If only that were the only reason she was crying. When I went to help her back up, I realized that Carolina and the whole bed were wet. With toilet water. She had it from her head to her toes (soaked pajamas and all). Apparently, Clay had been successful in giving her a drink.

After I got Carolina bathed, I set her up in the kitchen to feed her breakfast. I noticed that the refrigerator door was opening and shutting behind me but for some (really stupid) reason I didn't really think about it. I turned around and caught Clay with his hand in the refrigerator. Did you know that when you chase a 2-year-old holding an egg carton they drop it on your living room rug and break the eggs? Hmm, me neither. I tied the refrigerator door shut with some spare ribbon after Clay went for another round. Obviously my kid isn't going for the Good Citizenship Award this six weeks...

Finally, I gave up. I felt like crap, my head was pounding, I was running to the little girls' room every few minutes and leaving my children unattended (clearly NOT a good idea). I called Mike at work and told him I needed back up (yes, in police terms). I was trying to describe the situation here at home as Clay stood behind me and turned the box of Honey Nut Cheerios upside down all over the living room floor. Talk about the straw that broke the camel's back.

Fortunately, Mike came home and saved the day. Thank God. Who knows what would have happened next?