When my kids’ say something sweet or cute, I try to jot it down on my phone instantly. I keep a running note with these little sound bytes and then a few months later, like to record them all here. I’ve got quite the collection now, so it must be time to dump them out and save them. ๐Ÿ™‚



This morning I thanked Jackson for being so helpful. He looked thoughtful and then said, “Having three children is hard. And we’re going to have FOUR and that will be even harder. I like to help.”

“Can I vacuum for you, Mom?” Um, let me think about it, okay. ๐Ÿ™‚

Kyle was painting the swingset this summer, and the neighbor girl asked: “Can your dad do that (paint)? Jack said: My dad can do everything! Anything!

Taylor, aka The Princess of Sass

Crunes = prunes.

As she looked at herself in the mirror: “Ta-da!!!”

In the car while driving to the North Shore: “How much longer?” Half an hour. “I don’t yike half an hour!”

“Why does daddy cut his hair?” ‘Cause he likes it short and doesn’t have much hair. BIG SIGH. “I wish him had hair!”

About school: “Can you teach me how to talk words?” (She meant teach me how to read.)

“I need to go vacuum my teeth โ€˜cause they aren’t so sparkly.”

She overheard me saying that some days it’s just hard to be a mom. “Do you want to be something else today? Like a…grandma? You could be a grandma instead.”

To Jack: “Don’t tell me what to do. Are you the mom??!” (do you think maybe she hears me say that to her and her brother a few times a day, or what?)

She and Jack were arguing about something petty. โ€œDon’t argue with me!โ€

Newest word added to her vocabulary:ย “Literally”. What??

Far past her bedtime because she had taken a long nap:ย “I can’t go to sleep. My eyelids are GLUED open!”


He just says a few words: mom, da, amen (complete with a sign/clap), and signs more and all done. He has also started giving kisses and high fives, which is pretty darn cute.

Jackson is Five!



What day is today, Jackson?: My birthday!

How old are you? Five.

Who made you? God did.

Where do you live?ย in North Branch

What is your favorite thing to do with Daddy? ย Go play at the playground.

What is your favorite thing to do withย Mommy?ย Go to the store.

What is your favorite thing to do withย Taylor?ย Play babies.

Who is your best friend?ย Reegan.

What is your favorite book? Trusty the Train

What character in a book do you like best? Thomas the Train

What is your favorite Bible Story?ย David and Goliath

What is your favorite thing to build?ย Towers

What is your favorite food to eat?ย Apples

What is your favorite thing to play?ย Hide and seek

Where do you love to visit? North Carolina

What song do you like to sing the most? Glory to God

If you could buy anything at the store, what would it be?ย Spiderman

What is your favorite animal?ย Horses

If you could buy someone a gift, what would you buy and who would it be for? I would buy a toy house for Reegan.

What would you like to be when you grow up?ย A police officer.

What do you enjoy doing outside?ย Playing football.

What holiday do you love celebrating?ย Fourth of July

What is your favorite work to do at school?ย Painting

What is your favorite restaurant?ย McDonalds

What is your favorite special treat?ย Popsicles

What do you love most about being a big brother? Taking care of Taylor and my brother

What do you want to do today on your birthday?ย Play mini-golf and eat at the Drive-In!

What was your favorite thing about being four? Going to the beach

What are you most excited about in turning five?!ย Playing with my friends.

out of the mouth of jack 4.0

You know your kid is a Minnesotan when you’re outside on one of the first 40 degree days of the season and he exclaims, “Mom! It’s so warm, it’s like the desert!” (In his defense – there was no wind, LOL.)

“Oh no! this is TERRIBLE!” (I think he got that from Daniel Tiger, but I’m not sure…and I can’t remember what it was in reference to.)

Jack was putting on his jammies and got his head stuck in the shirt. When he got out, he said “goodness snakes!”

The other day I took him to the library for a special preschool reading time because Curious George (stuffed costumed person version) was there. They read two CR books and then the kids could get their picture taken with George. In the car on the way home Jackson totally made my day by saying, “Mom, it made me really happy to take a picture with Curious George, because I really yike him.”


out of the mouth of jack 3.0

at Christmastime – “Oh look – there’s Santa Claw!”

in December, he surprised me by writing his name without help for the first time. J-A-C-K, Jack! he says. ๐Ÿ™‚

“Can you buy me a mean shirt so I can get a present?” = i need an ugly sweater so I can win the Ugly Sweater contest at Grandpa and Grandma’s on Christmas day. ๐Ÿ™‚ (It took me quite awhile to decipher this one!)

When Nate and Karla flew home for Christmas, we were all going to eat at Famous Dave’s after picking them up from the airport. Jack and I had a conversation in the car that went something like this:
Jack: Mom, are we going to Farmer Dave’s?
Me: Huh?
Jack: You know – DAVID CROWDER?!!! (with a duh! tone of voice)
Me: wow. I have no idea what you’re talking about!
Jack: We can eat meat and stuff dere (there)…wif Unca Nate and Aunt Karya?
Me: OH!!!! Famous Dave’s?
Jack: yeah. there!
Me: I love it. Farmer Dave, David Crowder and Famous Dave’s. (Farmer Dave is from a kid’s book he likes to read – The Big Red Tractor by Francis Chan.)

Recent new word: wondering.

A few weeks ago, we were attending some adoption training. Jackson asked if we would be “bringing home his choco-yet bruver”. I wish it were that easy!

If Kyle or I leave for any length of time, he tells us “I will miss you!” Like even when I’m going to the grocery store for milk. We have no attachment issues, clearly. ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ™‚

“Taylor – you crack me up! I yuve you.”

He has to kiss and hug and wish Taylor “nigh-night” when she goes to bed.

Upon waking up one morning, I was greeted by a hug, a smile and “Mama? You are my sunshine.”

Daniel Tiger is helping make some good habits more solid – washing hands after using the bathroom, calming himself down when he starts to get upset and remembering that grown-ups will come back.

Overheard: “Then Daddy will get in his car, and drive real fast to help a boy or a girl if they are in danger or afraid. Then if there is a lion (yi-on) there, Daddy will boom it dead, so they don’t have to be afraid. Daddy helps people.”

On Sunday, Kyle was commissioned as an elder at our church. The way our church does it, an elder is a functional “pastor” – caring for the flock and occasionally preaching/teaching. We were trying to explain this to Jack, and I guess he thought it meant Kyle wouldn’t be a cop anymore because he said: “YAY! Daddy doesn’t have to go to work!” haha – not quite!

I will remember to you = I will remind you. Or…I forgot to remember you = I forgot to remind you.

Favorite things at 3.5 years of age:

  • PBS Kids – Daniel Tiger and Super Whyย 
  • Painting
  • Cars and trucks
  • “Booming” (shooting) things, complete with spit-laced sound effects
  • Hard-boiled eggs, sans yolks
  • Taking his “buddies” and blanky to bed.
  • Mom.
  • singing praise songs at the top of his lungs – Glory to God, God’s Not Dead and Ho-whoa-whoa (Holy by David Crowder) are some of his favorites
  • Montgomery Gentry’s song “Gone” – also known as the “bang! bang!” song.

I sure love being this boy’s mama.

Jack and Taylor’s First Twins Game

Today we saw the Twins play (er, lose to) the White Sox. For a noon game on a day which promised to reach 95 degrees and had a heat advisory warning. With both kids and Kyle’s mentoring kid from our local middle school, Hunter. Crazy much?

I was the one choking over our ticket prices – gone are the days of knothole Sundays and cheap nosebleed seats and Dollar Dome Dogs. When all was said and done, taking 2 adults, 2 kids and a baby to a game at Target field cost almost $100. that was tickets, gas, parking and one treat per person.

I only found myself wishing for the 72 degrees of climate controlled beauty that was baseball in the Metrodome a couple times. Our seats were blissfully in the shade and there was a lovely breeze.

It was really fun to see Jackson’s absolute rapture over big league baseball. Thanks to the incredible plasma jumbotron, he was able to follow a little bit. The two home runs the Twins pulled off got him excited! And this was Taylor’s response for a few innings.

We had a great time, even though it was a shame that the home team didn’t win. The final score was 12-2, two hot and tired babes, one pretty happy 7th grader, and two exhausted but pleased adults. Go Twins!20120627-172131.jpg


toot at the castle

this weekend, Kyle and our friends Matt and John went up to Matt’s hunting shack/cabin. Kyle was filling Jack in on the plans and encouraging him to be obedient to me while he was gone, etc. and explained that when Jackson is bigger, he and Matt’s son Josiah will get to join their dads for manly adventures. He said something like, “And when you’re bigger, you can come to the cabin and we’ll hunt and chop down trees and build fires and eat steak and burp and fart in the woods.” Of course the ONLY thing Jack took to heart from that sentence was the part about flatulence. Jack was rolling in laughter saying, “I can go up there and TOOT, DAD!”

So this morning Jack wakes up and wonders where Daddy is. I remind him that he went to the cabin with Josiah’s daddy. This is a little sad, and Jack mournfully says, “Oh. When I bigger, I can go toot at the castle too?”

Oh my. gosh. I laughed so hard. ๐Ÿ™‚ I love that boy!!!

Other recent Jack funnies/language development:

  • You know how they pick up your own common phrases? Yeah. Jack loves to reply, “Yeah sure, can do it!” when I ask him to do something and he actually is willing to obey. ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Can I watch a moomie? =movie
  • After watching the Masters golf tournament several weeks ago, golf is his very favorite sport. One day he was getting ready to swing his set of Fischer Price clubs and told me he was going to “potato chip the golf ball, Mom.”
  • I love it when he asks me, “Please hold you?” which of course means, “Please hold ME.”
  • My dad services an account for his job at GE (General Electric). The other day Jack told me that Papa was working at EG. ๐Ÿ™‚
  • Flip-flopping words in sentences is becoming a common thing – recently Jack has said “My hurt is foot”, “There is shoe in my sand” and other twisted sentences. It makes me smile.

And with that, while all is quiet during nap time (ahhh silence, how I love thee!), I’m going to catch a few winks myself.

Supermom Tuesday

Today I was Supermom.

I exercised, showered, and got dressed. Whoa. that’s kind of a big deal.

I did a cool project with Jack (homemade gak/slime). See my “for the boy” Pinterest board.




AND we made a fun snack. (His first experience with ants on a log.)

We also went to the library and got a pile of new books.

I’m making some awesome spring minestrone for dinner. And caramel corn for dessert.

Look quick! It will probably not happen again for a week or two. ๐Ÿ™‚ or seven.

this is the day

last night was rough. The kids were up about 4 times or more for various reasons. And unfortunately for them, I am not a very good mommy when I don’t get very much sleep! But my frustration and sour mood melted away this morning. Not because I magically felt rested. Not because my coffee (hello – caffeine is a non-negotiable around here) was particularly delicious.

How could I be mad or annoyed at the world when my little boy declares: “Dis is a day duh YORD has made. We will reJOICE and be gad in it!”

Amen. And pass my favorite mug of hot happiness kindly brewed by my hot husband. ๐Ÿ™‚ With Jesus, Kyle and Peets, I’m gonna make it through this motherhood!

these are the best days

the past two days I’ve been, in the words of C.S. Lewis, “omnivorously attentive” to the fact that my time with Jackson as my only child is fleeting quickly. I’m not all worried about not having enough love in my heart for more than one child or anything like that, but I’ve just enjoyed soaking up these last days of him being my firstborn/only kid.

Kyle spent most of Thursday, all of Friday and Saturday at the Desiring God National Conference in Minneapolis, so it was truly just me and Jack. Friday was kind of rough – well, the morning anyhow. Jack’s answer to pretty much every command, question or suggestion was “No.” He konked his noggin on the stair landing plate in the midst of a disobedient moment and I was sure the spot between his eyes was going to split right open. Thank the Lord it didn’t. I wasn’t relishing the thought of a trip to Urgent Care for stitches. That evening (after a lovely massage and little break from the boy) we went “topping” (shopping) at Trader Joe’s and Costco together and shared a piece of pizza and a fruit smoothie in the Costco food court for our dinner. Then a stop at Lowe’s where he was enraptured to ride in the “tar tart” (car cart) which he talked about the whole ride home, when he wasn’t engrossed in his Richard Scarry book.

When we got home, the dog was in need of some exercise and both Nikon and Jack played with their respective balls. In the midst of me tossing Nikon his, His Royal Stupidness ran full-tilt right into Jack, knocking him to the concrete in a most dramatic fashion. His poor head may have even bounced, I’m not sure, but at any rate – he was screaming and I wanted to kill the dog for injuring my boy, however innocently! I held him, as well as I can with my enormous belly out in front taking up any and all lap space, and consoled his bruised self with a popsicle.

Yesterday we had quite the little adventure out and about in our little town. It was our annual town “Fall Harvest Festival”, with a craft and vendor fair in tiny Central Park and a 5K to raise money for the fire department on the running trail just two blocks from our home. I was on assignment with the newspaper, so into the stroller went Jack, my camera, etc. Stupidly, I let the dog come along, instantly making my morning a whole lot more complicated.

First stop, Central Park. Perused the booths, paid the Boy Scouts 50 cents to let Jack jump in the bouncy house for 5 minutes (whee!), fought to keep the dog from sniffing everything in the world and on his leash without him pulling me. The vendors and crafters were still putting up their wares, so we planned to come back. Jack got a helium balloon from the insurance salesman, which I tied to his belt loop.

Next up, the start of the 5K. I tied Nikon up so I would have free hands to take pictures. The dumb dog barked and howled – WHAT IN THE WORLD? He’s never done that before. ๐Ÿ˜› Most annoyed, I brought him closer to us and ignored him. There was also a little family fun run of 1/2 a mile or something, and when Jack saw the little kids crossing the finish line he asked if “My do it, mama?” So I let him run down the trail a little bit and then told him to run back across the finish line. He LOVED it. I foresee many a mile run and 5K in our family’s future. He runs his little legs off when he wants to! I want to forever remember his little two year old legs running pell mell across that silly finish line. ๐Ÿ™‚

After the first 5K finisher crossed, we went back to get the dog and Jack’s balloon slipped off his belt loop and into the wild blue yonder. I assured him, as he was contemplating crying over this tragic occurrence, that we would get him another one back in the park, along with some mini donuts. That seemed okay with him, so we traipsed back a block to acquire such things. As we walked back, the stupid, stupid dog (Nikon has this spatial awareness handicap that is absolutely maddening) walked in front of Jack in the stroller and knocked him out of it, causing Jack to flop into the crosswalk and hit his face on the curb! ARGH. Now I’m SO mad at the dog, Jack is startled and crying, we’re holding up traffic because this was just a crosswalk and I’m sure it was quite a sight. Some nice man grabbed the dog’s leash (which at this point was starting to chafe my hand due to him being so busy/pulling) while I scooped Jack up and dragged the stroller to the sidewalk.

I dusted everyone off, had stern words with the dog and we finally secured some mini donuts and another balloon, then marched directly to the chiropractor to get my poor boy (and myself!) adjusted after his Triple Crown of crown smackage. ๐Ÿ˜› Shew!

Now that you’ve read more detail about two hours of my life than you ever needed to read, I will finish off this post more succinctly. ๐Ÿ™‚

After delicious and much needed naps for both of us, or should I say all of us since the baby was definitely part of the reason I needed one, Jack and I made cookies together in the afternoon. I want to remember his chubby hands trying to manage the cookie scoop and the sly smile on his face as he reaches for one more bite of cookie dough. He “washed” the dishes while I worked on some project at the table and then we sat side by side on the same kitchen chair and ate our fresh-from-the-oven gingersnaps, sharing a glass of fresh milk.

Later that night I delighted in his delight at a new-t0-him pair of footie fleece pajamas printed with race cars. We read the same two books I’d read to him the past two nights and laid in bed and sang “Iddy Pider” and “BIG” and “Ma-yee”. (Itsy Bitsy Spider, My God is So Big and a song where I insert the names of all his family members, Molly being his favorite.) He asked if I’d rock him, totally stalling for time, but I didn’t turn him down because I know the day will come soon when he doesn’t want or need my lap or cuddles with me anymore.

This post is more for me than anyone else reading. I just want to remember these days. These tiny slivers of time that pass like a blur. I want to slow down and remember the way he looked when he ran toward me down the path, and how his sugar covered hands with their still present knuckle dimples charm my heart. I want to recall how it feels to have his hand in mine and the sweet ways he talks and the words he mispronounces with a tiny person lisp that is so freakin’ endearing I don’t want it to improve into real, unfettered English. ๐Ÿ™‚ These are the best days. I want to remember them.

foto friday: jack at play

the boy that is too big

Jack’s new favorite playground is the van. Supervised and key-less of COURSE. I’m not that horrible of a mom. lol. He was climbing all over the seat the other day when I had the camera out and I snapped this one. He just got a haircut and he’s getting so tall…I can’t stand how he’s lost all his baby chub and is becoming a little boy. I mean, i love it, but I hate it. I guess that’s why I’m glad I’m having another baby! They just don’t stay small and roly-poly forever.

Right now he almost always greets me in the morning with, “EAT?” and recently started telling us “STOP!” when he doesn’t like something we are doing. I think he got that from me (not the tone of voice, but the word). He also loves to say “hi” to people when they walk by – no matter where we are. The other night we walked down to McDonald’s for 50 cent ice cream cones and as we were sitting outside enjoying them, a family parked and walked in and Jack exuberantly greeted them with a shouted “HI!” and a raised hand of welcome. LOL. Kyle and I just died laughing. I hope he never loses that uninhibited friendliness. I just love it.

Yeah – he’s one fun kiddo.