Yesterday we had a really, really fun play date with the Tix family.
Then we had naps and went to the grocery store. After we played and read a few books, and I chatted on the phone for a minute, it was time to make dinner.
We didn't have enough frozen zucchini in the freezer, so I went outside to grab some more (from the freezer, not the garden). When I shut the freezer and turned around to run back in the house...the door was locked.
With both of my babies in the house.
With me in the garage.
With the keys and my cell phone and phone numbers in the house.
The chairs were not tied together under the table, leaving several openings for Jack to climb, stand on and jump off of the table, along with every other horrific scene I could imagine.
But the stove wasn't on at least.
Brayden and I tried to get that door unlocked for a good 10 minutes. Then I saw the neighbors taillights pull into the garage and went screaming down our driveway for help. He couldn't understand me at first because I was screaming at decibels to loud for other humans to hear and interpret, but then Amanda came out and some how I had a phone in my hand and Jeremiah's phone number (which is new and I do not have memorized).
Jeremiah checked his phone a short while later and noticed he had 9 missed calls so he called back and found out what was going on. I went sprinting down our icy driveway to wait for him to come home and unlock the door. I dug a hat and mittens out of the Xterra and the ladder out from the garage.
Then I set it up in front of the window and the boys sat with me while we waited for daddy to get home and unlock the door.
In case you are wondering, I saw Jack lock the door again this morning. Thank fully I was actually on the inside this time. It's cold here after all.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Brayden turned three this January. He grew FOUR AND A HALF inches this last year.
He asks questions way beyond his years, loves with all of his heart, asks permission before he does anything unless he isn't supposed to do it and is heart achingly sweet.
He is still a bit shy, and cried when everyone sang Happy Birthday to him.
I hear ya baby, it's an awful thing!
But we fixed it quickly with some cake!
He says things like "Yay Mama!" or "Yay Jack" and "Yay Daddy!". When I get all dressed up he tells me that I look like Astrid, the lead girl character in How to Train Your Dragon and the current love of his life. He adores pretty girls.
Without provocation he will thank me for making dinner and tell me it is "tasty". Brayden can make his brother giggle, laugh and scream with delight. His own giggle is so contagious and he can hit a baseball when it is pitched to him! And he loves to spend the night with his Grammie and Bappa and any time he can get with his cousins.
Here are some of my favorite pics of our little buddy from the last year.
And my favorite, my all time favorite picture on Brayden ever.
Happy Birthday little one. We love you even though we let people sing Happy Birthday to you.
Thanks God, for letting us be his parents.
Posted by ~Kelley at 4:49 PM
Monday, January 9, 2012
We spent Christmas 2012 at our special little MN ranch.
Christmas eve was with Waldbillig Nation, and Christmas afternoon was with Grammie and Buppa and the Waldbillig aunties and uncles and cousins.
There were some special gifts on Christmas morning.
But we saved them until after we read the Christmas Story.
Santa brought some cool gifts.
a sleeping bag,
a rocking chair.
It was easy to get carried away and not want to share.
Binoculars for tracking on our backyard camping trips this summer.
Lego trucks for building.
Who knew sleeping bags were so much fun?
Merry Christmas kitty!
We read this book quite a bit over the last month.
It came in a Santa Bear back pack when I went on a special field trip with my sister.
I don't remember the details, but there were cookies and milk and LaBarr from Reading Rainbow.
It was at Daytons downtown, back when that was a glamorous place.
I'm not sure if the story makes me misty with every read, or my memories.
Seriously, who knew?
Brayden and Jack painted coffee mugs for Christmas.
I have never loved a gift more.
More Christmas afternoon fun...
It's always fun to be together.
Even better when we get to laugh at the three
Crash head dummies.
None of them are Evil Kneviel by the way.
They just tried to prove it through a series of unrelated crashes over the past year.
I wonder if Jack knows there are other ways to play with his toys???
Oh, monkey baby.
Posted by ~Kelley at 8:52 PM