Psych!

Patrick and I kinda live the show Psych. I mean, c'mon son, who doesn't?

We've been awaiting the season premiere ever since last seasons nail-biting (okay, just for me) finale. Henry Spencer?!? Gahhh!

Anyway. Tonight was the night. To honor the occasion, we had pineapple smoothies and fries cuatro queso dos fritos (which were totally delicious) .

We kinda aspire to be a married version of Shawn and Gus. With a woman. Meaning one of us is a woman. Me. Unlike the male-male duo of psych. Uh. And....I have successfully fully awkward-ified this post.

The end.

Overheard at Our House

While playing family tag, Channing was 'trapped'- Skyler ran over to him.

Chan came running up to me happily:
"Mom! Professor Chubbins saved me!"

Later at dinner, Skyler was making noises while patting his hand over his mouth.
Chan: "Dad, when Sky grows up he loves to be a Indian!"

Daddy is the Best

We are currently living full-time at my parents' house while multiple children (between us and the staigers) are sick. Mom teaches piano from 3pm-super late each day, so we hang out in the kids' room and the office in the evenings. After doing some school work with Channing in the office, I walked into the bedroom to this:


Daddy set up lots of 'guys' as target practice for the kids' big Christmas present- Toy Story blasters. (No- Sky was not a target. :) )

Teamwork

Today I witnessed some inspiring teamwork. I told the kids they could have some valentine candy.
Problem: the candy was in a bucket on top of some storage drawers on top of a tall dresser.

All on their own they came up with this.

Proud Mama.

Overheard at our house

Christian fell and got some pretty bad scrapes on the palms of his hands.
One night while I was changing the band aids- he was already lying in bed ready for sleep.
As I applied neosporin and a band-aid, he very gently and sweetly told me:

C; "Mom. You're so clever."
Me:"Oh thank you, son. Why am I so clever?"
C: "Because your so soft and kind when you put my band-aids on."


A few weeks ago, Christian said goodbye to his teacher, Mrs. Festa.
She replied "Goodbye, Christian"

C:"Mom! How does she know my name?!?"
Me: "Um, because she's your teacher..."
C: "But!  Was she there when I was born? Did she see me in my stocking? " (Because he is a Christmas Day baby, after his first bath, the nurses brought Christian to me in a giant Christmas stocking)
Me: No. She wasn't there
C: "Then how does she know it??"
Me: "Um, because we told her. At the beginning of School. A long time ago."
C: "What?! It was supposed to be a secret!"


funny kid.

(We've had almost this exact conversation twice. His total surprise that this lady know my name. Kills me. :P )

Anna Marie Turns Three!

My baby girl is Three.  

She's gone from this

To This

in three, short, beautiful years. 

Anna has been the Little Miss of our family.  She's the scowler and the giggler. 

She's Mommy's Girl. 

Taking a cue from a little exchange my own mom went through daily with my younger brother,  I have started a similar mantra with Anna:

"Anna, I will be your mommy for ever and ever."

"I will be your girl for ever and ever."

Followed by

"Best Friends?"

"Best Friends."

I am so incredibly grateful for my AnnaBoo. Annabelle.  Anna Boo Hoo.  Missy Moo. 

 Missy Moo Pot.  

Little Miss. 

She gives the daintiest kisses. 

She has the best, low, growly, manly, 'pretend' voice.

And she scowls. 

She's a candy sneaker. 

(While at the Mom and Dad Summerhays' home over Christmas, my SIL walked into the kitchen to find Anna hiding under the kiddie table with her hands clutched up by her chest. 

"Anna, what are you doing? What have you got there?"

"Candy"

I entered the kitchen. 

"Anna, don't eat any more candy!"

"I not! I just loooking at it!"

She is loved fiercely by her brothers.  And she adores them. 

She is starting to insist daddy does things for/with her. For the first time in her life. :) 

Anna Marie. 

I love you. 

Thanks for being my girl.

Anna,

I will be your Mommy for ever and Ever.  Happy Birthday. 

Love,

Mommy. 

Overheard at Our House

While watching the Plano Christmas parade, there were several policemen. I started talking   about policemen and how they are good and not scary and they help and protect us.

Channing:  Yeah, and they take the super-de bad naughty guys and put them in those...
Me: Jail
Chan: yeah. The super-de naughty ones.



While talking to Grandma H. about Anna going into Primary early (the class kids start at age 3)
Grandma:  Oh Anna won't be a problem. Not at all.

To which Anna immediately and eagerly piped up:
A: I can be a problem, Gramma! I Can be a problem! I can!

:)

So eager and anxious to please. :D