My sweet loves.

My sweet loves.

I have had a Pin-spiration Revelation.

There are many ideas from Pinterest I have vowed to get crafty over, save money on, or promised to plant.  Most of them remain lofty goals on my virtual pin boards.  The ones I take the most action on, usually also provide a dent in my wallet, as opposed thifty solutions. However, today I saw a fun post that inspired me to take action, and not with money.  One mother asked her children simple everyday questions and recorded their answers.  A different type of time capsule, and very in line with the purpose of this blog.

Tonight, I sat down with my boys (Quentin 6, and Kaden 3) and recorded their responses to 21 simple questions.  Here’s a deeper look into my world, through they eyes of my sweet boys.

1. What is something Mommy always says to you?

Quentin: “I’m nice.”
Kaden: “Uh…. Poop, but I say that on accident.  Love me.”  [For the record, I don’t believe I ever say poop…but….]


2. What makes Mommy happy?

Quentin: Giving her a hug and a kiss.
Kaden: Nose kisses, kisses, and hugs.


3. What makes Mommy sad?

Quentin: When someone gets hurt.
Kaden: When someone is mean.


4. How does Mommy make you laugh?

Quentin: By playing jokes on me.
Kaden: When you give me candy you make me laugh.


5. What was Mommy like as a child?

Quentin: Uh… I don’t know. Where you playful?
Kaden: Be happy.


6. How old is Mommy?

Quentin: 30
Kaden: 5, wait 100!


7. How tall is Mommy?

Quentin: 30 inches, are you lower than that?
Kaden: 14!  Yeah, got it.


8. What is Mommy’s favorite thing to do?

Quentin: Having a family day.
Kaden: Scratch your back.


9. What does Mommy do when you’re not around?

Quentin: Goes to work.
Kaden: Go to work.


10. If Mommy becomes famous, what will it be for?

Quentin: A great singer. [See George! I’m awesome.]
Kaden: Piggy back rides on your neck.


11. What is Mommy really good at?

Quentin: Cheering me on when I’m riding my dirt bike.
Kaden: Playing Spiderman.


12. What is Mommy not very good at?

Quentin: Riding a dirt bike. Or magic.
Kaden: Playing Tea Party.


13. What does Mommy do for her job?

Quentin: Helps people know how to work a computer.
Kaden: Going shopping. [hah!  I wish!]


14. What is Mommy’s favorite food?

Quentin: Pancakes. [Funny, since I am eating Paleo]
Kaden: Strawberries.


15. What makes you proud of Mommy?

Quentin: When she does something nice.
Kaden: I don’t know.


16. If Mommy were a cartoon character, who would she be?

Quentin: A BeyBlade one.
Kaden: Dora


17. What do you and Mommy do together?

Quentin: Cuddling on the couch.
Kaden: Go bye-bye with you.


18. How are you and Mommy the same?

Quentin: We both have green eyes.
Kaden: Uh… penguin heads.  [hmmmmm…]


19. How are you and Mommy different?

Quentin: You’re bigger than me.  Your 30.
Kaden: We match.


20. How do you know Mommy loves you?

Quentin: Cause she gives us kisses before bed.
Kaden: 100! [he throws his arms out wide and smiles]


21. Where is Mommy’s favorite place to go?

Quentin: To Target!
Kaden: To the zoo

I must say, I learned more about myself than I expected!  If you have kids, and can keep their attention for 21 questions, I recommend you give this a try.  I can only imagine how the answers will change over time.

Like Bobbies.

Motocross Babies.

My Motocross Babies.

For the longest time Kaden has referred to his big brother as Bobbies.  When he first started to call Quentin Bobbies, because he couldn’t say brother, my husband and I would try to help him say the word properly.  My sweet, stubborn son would have none of it.  “Bobbies!” he would shout back.  So…. needless to say, Bobbies is a nickname that has had some serious staying power.  Quentin doesn’t usually let anyone call him Bobbies except for his baby brother.  Kaden is now 3, and fully capable of pronouncing his brothers name, but Bobbies still sticks.  I love it.

As I was cooking dinner this evening, I heard Quentin and Kaden up to something mischievous.  Parents, you know what I’m talking about.  Sometimes you just know. For Christmas both boys received new dirt bike gear.   “Mom!” Kaden yelled from the bedroom.  “I want like Bobbies.  LIKE Bobbies!”

The boys had drug out all of gear and were suiting up, race ready. When I say race ready, I mean pants, jersey, gloves, goggles…. and Kaden was in need of assistance with his helmet to be “like Bobbies.”  Such brotherly love.  It’s clear Kaden admires his older brother, and together the two are such an unstoppable team.  Of course I helped Kaden gear up the rest of the way “like Bobbies.”  The boys sneak back to their room and imagine, with fierce and admirable intensity, they are racing the most important race of their lives.

Just another random Thursday night at our house, where we are geared up and geeked up for dirt bikes, while imaginations run wild.  I hope my babies never lose the ability to dream in color.

Expect the Unexpected

Kaden the Sneak.

Kaden the Sneak.

Recently, I started going to hot yoga again.

I love the warmth, and cleanse, the hard work, and of course the sweat… And sweat you do in a room of 105 degrees.  The class I have been attending takes place in the evenings, so usually my sweet boys (all three, including my husband) are asleep when I get home.  One night, not so long ago, the house was an unfamiliar silent as I walked in the door after class.  I checked on my sweet family and they were all fast asleep, cuddled together in my bed.  I kissed each one and headed in to take a quick shower, still nearly drenched from class.  As I showered I cleared my head and tried to silence my usual busy mind.

Refreshed, I dried off and ever so quietly turned the bathroom door gently and slowly so as not to wake my sleeping loves.  I squinted my eyes, trying to focus in the dark room and pulled the door back towards me when….


Kaden, whom was sleeping angelically prior to my shower, was standing directly at my feet.  He spastically jetted his arms up at me, fingers wide, the smile on his face even wider.

He scared me to death.  It was one of those scared kind of moments where afterwards, when you calm and realize there was nothing to be afraid of, you get instantly mad.  Needless to say he was very proud of himself, and my relaxed state of mind was no where to be found.

Now, of course, I think it’s hilarious.  Just a reminder, expect the unexpected with your babies.  You never know what mischievous plots they are strategizing in the dark….

I Yam.

Recently Kaden has started to respond to nearly all of my motherly requests with the following matter of fact statement:

I Yam.

“I Yam.”

Naturally, he means, I am.  He says it fast and with authority.  He usually fires at me, “I yam, Mom, I yam.”  Mind you, he usually is not doing what I have asked of him.  The other evening we were cuddling on the couch, way past a suitable bed time for a 3 year old.  “Kaden, you need to close your eyes,” I whisper at him, as I loving stroke his forehead of blonde hair.  Without missing a beat he retorted, “I yam, Mom,” his eyes never leaving the television screen.  I smile to myself, chuckling inside at the inflection in his voice.  A couple more minutes pass.  “Kade, you need to close your eyes,”  I push, more firm this time.  “I yam mom.”  I quickly inform him, “your eyes are wide open.”  He thinks for minute, looks up at me with his big blue eyes and says, “you’re not closing your eyes.”  True.  Very true.

“Kaden, that’s because I am the Mom,” I say, thinking I’ve outwitted him with a simple answer.  “I yam a Mom too,” he responds, so matter of fact like that I am taken aback.  He continues to stare at the TV.  I can’t help but admire his quick thinking.  If being a mom means you don’t have to follow the rules, it was worth a shot to try to pretend to be one.  “Nooo…my son, I am THE Mom,” I coo back.  Thankfully, he’s satisfied with that answer.

After one more time coaxing him, he relinquishes to my requests, snuggles into me, closes his eyes, and falls to sleep.  Special exchanges like this remind me how lucky I am to get to experience this special bond with my children.

I yam lucky.


Mom…. You are like a Ninja.

It was a morning like any other normal morning in our house.  I was running around trying simultaneously to get dressed (and to match my clothes none the less. I’ve been known to leave the house in at least one, accidental, outlandish item that I must rock with confidence for the rest of the day, full on knowing it was a fashion blunder due to my inattention in the mornings….), finish my hair, dress the boys, make some lunches, change the cartoon channel at least once, and feed the dog —  at the same time.  As I finally plopped down on the couch to pull on “my” socks, Quentin looked at me sideways.

“Mooooom,” he calmly asked.  “Are those Daddy’s socks?”  When I want to wear boots, I’ll often steal my husbands tall, grey argyle socks.  I love them.  It drives him crazy that I wear them, but I do it anyways.  “Yes,” I said as I continued to pull them on.  “Does he know you are wearing them?” he pressed.  “Nope,” I responded with a smile. He squinted his eyes slightly and smile danced across his face.  He raised his little eyebrows, “You are like a ninja” he whispered.  With that he turned and walked away, but not with one final parting comment.  With his back turned he said “You are verrrry sneaky.”

I laughed out loud.  I was stunned and somewhat proud at the same time.  To be called a ninja is a very high compliment in my mind, especially coming from a 5 year old boy.  How sweet and innocent.  He compares my stealthy sock stealing with the qualities of a ninja.  Oh the innocence of a young creative mind….

I’m Dancin’ Mom!

Quentin, my dancing prince.

The Move Master.

When we were in California we went out to dinner at Joe’s Crab Shack.  If you have never been there, it’s a fun place to go, and the atmosphere is kid friendly.  Loud music, crab cracking bibs, and the servers dance every once and awhile.  As we were cracking some crab legs I looked over at Quentin and realized he looked like he was doing the classic “potty dance” with his left hand strategically placed over his boyhood.  “Quentin, do you have to go to bathroom?” I asked.  He looked back at me with intention, and said “No.” 

“Are you sure, Quentin?” I pressed, not convinced by his initial remark.  “I’m sure mom, I don’t have to go!” he said with frusuration in his voice. 

“Then why are you grabbing yourself?!” I countered.  He dropped both of his little arms to the side of his skinny body, cocked his head to the side and said “I’m dancing like Michael Jackson!”  Sure enough when I took a moment to really take in my surroundings I recognized the all to familiar “Thriller”  blasting throughout the restaurant.  Oh geez!  This is definitley not the kind of dance moves we are looking to promote, but you can’t deny MJ was the master of dance. The things our children pick up on, and so young.  My little Michael Jackson extraordinaire.  He get’s it from his momma!  Errrr… actually I can’t take all the credit, only 90%.  George can get down too.

Adventures in Palm Springs

We were recently lucky enough to travel to Palm Springs, CA for week, with a stop at Disneyland for a couple of days. It was such a treat and definitely an experience we all will never forget.  Grandma played a huge part in making our magical trip happen, so I want to throw a quick “thank you” shout out to her!  The trip overall was fabulous, but it certainly had its fair share of “moments.”  Such a string of events was comical when it happened (because we had no other choice but to laugh and go on), but now looking back reminiscing I laugh even more, so I thought I would share.

  1. The night before we were getting ready to leave Quentin woke up in the middle of the night with a horrible earache.  Not good for flying.  Thankfully we were able to rush him to urgent care and get him on antibiotics.  Crisis averted. 
  2. Did I ever mention I was terrified to take Kaden on plane.  Quentin had flown before, and I was confident he would make it through, but Kaden…. He can’t barely make it through a shopping trip without asserting himself wildly in front of a crowd.  Luckily he did really well – mostly.  He fought sleep most of the way, finally succumbed to his dreams 15 minutes before landing, and promptly woke up when we touched down.  He was disoriented, tired, and wanted off the plane, immediately.  Thank you to all of the polite people around us who put up with a screaming child while everyone disembarked from the plane.  Crisis averted.
  3. The condo we stayed at was gated.  You needed a little remote to get in.  Some how we kept misplacing that little remote…  over, and over, and over again.
  4. We were planning on driving to Disneyland on Tuesday morning.  Kaden kept waking up with goopy eyes…. It started with just one, and then…. Sure enough it was in both.  Poor baby would wake up with his eyes stuck shut and reach for me whispering “eyes, eyes momma.”  We knew we had to take him to urgent care.  First we ended up at a Geriatric Dr.’s office, needless to say our directions had lead us astray.  When we finally ended up at the clinic Kaden was diagnosed with Pink Eye in both eyes.  Crisis….
  5. As I waited to pick up Kaden’s prescriptive eye drops (we had to fight 3 times a day to put in for 5 days!) I witnessed a crazy, old man accost the poor pharmacist like nothing I’ve ever seen before.  Yelling racial slurs, cussing up a storm…. You know, exactly what you’d expect to see on a calm Monday morning.  They didn’t have the eye drops at this pharmacy.  Thank goodness one down the road had them…..Crisis averted.
  6. Remote to get into the condo was lost, and found.  Crisis averted.
  7. Tuesday morning we were getting ready to leave and my mom’s dog Puck needed to be taken into an emergency veterinarian clinic.  They called in a prescription for him which was filled with less chaos than Kaden’s.  Crisis averted and we were on our way!
  9. We drove back after 2 wonderful nights… do you think we could find the remote to get into the condo?  Nope.  We finally found it later, after some clever work to gain entry into the condo.  Crisis averted … eventually. 
  10. On our final evening we went out to dinner at an awesome BBQ restaurant.  We all know Quentin enjoys dinosaur bones (ribs) so we ordered him a plate full.  He just stared at it, and said he wasn’t hungry.  At first I thought he was fibbing… I followed up with the curt – “if you don’t eat your dinner, you’ll get no dessert.”  It didn’t work. He finally told us his tummy hurt.  I took him to the bathroom to see if that would help.  It didn’t.  We sat around and chatted while the rest of us ate when suddenly a wave of motherly instinct crashed over me, and I just knew what was about to happen.  I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth quick enough.. “Do you have to throw up?” He said “YES!” and proceeded to throw up all over the floor of the restaurant – a couple times.  George scooped him up and took him to the bathroom.  Poor guy.  Needless to say our night was over.  No one else got sick though, and after only a couple more puking episodes that evening Quentin was fine for our flight home.  Crisis averted.

The End.  That’s the summary of the surprising events that will also ensure we remember our first full on family vacation with the boys.  Granted I’ve left out all of the fun we had in leiu of these funny happenstances.  Believe me, we had our fair share of fun too!  Never a dull moment, but I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

Turning into Swedish Fish.

In our family it doesn’t take long for something to become a “tradition.”  Do it a couple times, and whatever it is easily becomes part of standard procedure.  Take for example, one time not so long ago when Grandma visited we went to the Old Cannery Furniture shop with the boys.  They have a candy section in the center of the store, and we left with a couple bags full of swedish fish.

When Grandma was here last weekend, we went to the Old Cannery yet again…. I’m clearly dreaming of new furniture.  And again, Quentin and Kaden left as the proud owners of their own bags of swedish fish candy.  The boys were buckled in their car seats and we headed for home.  It was silent in the car as they chopped on their treats.

I looked back at Quentin with an all knowing motherly smile and said, “Better not eat too many of those fish.  You might turn into one.”  Quentin immediately froze, and you could tell he was processing my comment.  Then he ate a couple more fish.  I laughed and we continued on our way.  A few minutes later Quentin held out his bag of fish.  With a look of concern he said “Here Mom.  You better take these.”  I thought he was full, or had reached his limit of sugar, so I gladly took them from him to hold for later.

Silence.  Silence.  Silence.

“Mommmm.  Ummm, I don’t want to turn into a fish,” Quentin whispered.  “Oh!  Honey, you won’t really turn into a fish” I said trying to comfort him instantly.  I was unaware he was still even thinking about the subject.  “But you even told that to me before Mom, last time we had the fish.”  I laughed out loud.  “I did?”  He nodded with certainty.  Of course after my internal chuckle, I made sure he understood I was only teasing.  I had added onto the tradition.  After a few comforting words, Quentin responded with “Well then, I’ll please take my fish back.”

It appears we have quite the tradition in the works….

Unwelcomed Mess.

 Every night without fail, Kaden shares a boost of energy with the family at 8 pm.  This special surprise blast of energy can go on for hours. 

My Sweet Boys

8 pm Energy

Even nights when he is tired and falling asleep earlier in the evenings, 8 o’clock hits, and he is fully alive.  He can be found jumping off the couch, wrestling with his brother (and father), rolling around on the floor, or simply throwing his legs and arms about as quickly as possible with a large smile on his face.  He’s happy, but he’s worked up.  Meanwhile the rest of us are trying to settle down for the night…. especially me.

Last night, after our usual battle to get Kaden to watch a movie and relax, George and I were trying to unwind.  Quentin and Kaden were watching “Meeemo” (our affectionate title for Nemo) in our bedroom.  “MOM!” Quentin yells.  I sighed as I cracked a smile at George, and rolled off the couch to start making my way to see what was up.  “Kaden took his diaper off!” he continued.  I picked up the pace a bit, wondering what I was in store for.

Sure enough Kaden had removed his diaper.   And not only that, but he had decided to pee — on my side of the bed.  There he sat, with the largest grin, in a puddle,  on my soiled bed.  I was tired, and the last thing I wanted to do was clean up a mess of this magnitude.  I scooped Kaden up, dressed him in a new diaper, and started in on changing my sheets. I worked to soak up the precious present as best as I could, laid down a towel and new sheets,  and put the boys to bed.

As I laid myself down to sleep later in the evening, I couldn’t help but laugh.  My frustration had subsided and I had to chuckle at the thoughts that had flooded my mind earlier amist the commotion.  Can you believe I actually considered a plastic cover for my mattress?  The kind that makes a ridiculous rustling noise when you barely move… Aside from the obvious of making sure my child keeps his diaper on….perhaps I just need to make sure Kaden prefers the other side of the bed from now on….

Dinosaur Bones

Dinosaur Bones

Dinosaur Bones

For dinner last night we had dinosaur bones. 

We affectionately call ribs, dinosaur bones.  And while I would love to claim the creative vocabulary, I must give credit where it is due, and it goes to my lovely sister-in-law.  I love the vivid description of ribs and my boys always look at me with sparkles in their eyes when I announce we are having “dinosaur bones” for dinner.  Not only are ribs good, but they are messy and fun to eat finger food. 

We all ate around the table like cavemen.  Suddenly Quentin stopped abruptly, dropped the bone he was gnawing on to his plate and looked at me with his eyes squinting.  “Mom, did you have to hunt this dinosaur down last night?” 

“Yes, I did,” I said with confidence.  He cracked a smile.  “With your bow and arrow?” 

“Exactly!” I whispered.  His smile grew as large as ever, he picked up his dinosaur bone and continued to finish his meal.  End of conversation. 

Care for some dinosaur bones

Care for some?

I love it.  Yet I wonder, does he really think I strapped on my safari hat and hunted our dinosaur dinner the night before?  And if so, how proud I am that he thinks I am capable of such providing for my family.  Or… does he just know that I am full of it, and he likes it so much that he continues on?

I love my family.  My boys.  And our dinosaur bone dinners.