Crawling Progress

Well.

He's not exactly graceful yet. 

His approach reminds me a bit of Emily's "butterfly stroke" method.

But when he really wants something (usually an electronic device of some kind), that kid can really move.

Whatever Works.

Sam is trying REALLY hard to crawl.

It's adorable.

And fairly hilarious.

Little things I don't want to forget...

...the way Sam rubs his little feet together when he gets excited

...the look of pure adoration in Sam's eyes when he stares at me

...the way Sam's free arm never stops moving around when he nurses

...the way Sam lights up when he sees his sisters

...how Emily loves to clean

...the way Sam would rather smile at me and talk to me than eat. 

A few gems.

I've been keeping a log in my phone of funny things the girls say for... oh... probably a year now. Intending to put a couple on the blog every week or so.

 Obviously a smashing success. 

So while I'm thinking about it...

[They're a bit heavy on the Emily-isms. More Sydney to come. I promise.]

Emily: I'm hugging TWO hugs!

As my sister is heading out the door after visiting:

Emily: Don't forget your eyebrows!

Sydney used to give me a round of applause after I changed her diaper. And would then say, "Thank you, Mommy!"

Emily: "MOM! Dad's snitching the mom and kids stuff!" (Costco coupons)

Emily: Did you drop me off in heaven when you went to the temple to get married? And then picked me up after?

Kirby: (After the bedtime routine) Do you girls want your door closed? Or open a crack?

Sydney: I want a cracker!!

Emily's names of choice for Sam were:

"Hagrid Grandpa," "Raspberry Cupcake," and "Crab."

Sydney: "It's Mister Manda!" (Miss Amanda is Emily's preschool teacher.)

Emily: We don't like Pocahontas because she's an ALIEN PRINCESS.

Emily: I'm stretching out my legs so I can be taller than my sister! Look how long my legs are! If I keep doing this I won't even need a birthday!

Sydney: Minnie Mouse pancakes are my favorite color!

Both girls call DVDs "D-V-Deeves"

Both girls call cookies "Cyookees"

Emily calls nutcrackers "Nackers."

Computer = Picyooter.

Lunch Lady Land:

ESCAPE ARTIST

We were gonna wait to transition to the toddler bed until the house was finished, but... well...

See for yourself.

This girl is in the 10th percentile for height, folks. 

Granted, she's 75th for weight. Apparently it's all muscle!

And before you suggest that it was merely boost via the stuffed animal, think again. I took all the stuffies out and put her in again. She got out even faster that time. 

*sigh*

It's been quite the exciting naptime around here. 

I figured I'd coax the child into her sister's toddler bed (see that big twin mattress leaning against the left wall? Emily will use that now), and when I pulled her quilt back, there was a giant wolf spider hiding underneath. 

Alive. 

Just waiting for a victim.

I may have screamed. Just a little.

I herded the midget out of the room, as the beast fled over the edge of the bed.

A tentative and very girly hunt followed (thanks to my mom for lifting things off the floor while I stood nearby waiting with Kirby's hiking boot.) I even turned the toddler bed up on its side to make sure the thing wasn't hiding underneath in the slats.

We couldn't find it anywhere. 

Finally, I figured I'd put the room back together and turned the toddler bed back onto its legs. I tuned to say something to my mom across the basement and then turned back. 

It was there. On the mattress. Again.

It crawled under the skinny side of the mattress that was resting on the floor when I turned it on its side. 

This beast was too smart to live. 

So I killed it.

THE END.

Good story, huh? 100% true. I even made sure the thing was dead before vacuuming it up. 

Kirby will be so proud.

After removing all the sheets, and vacuuming the room, we now have a whole lot of this going on:

Getting her to sleep was no small task, but I think that's a story for another day.

Time for some Oreos, I think!

Cheap Entertainment

Because this story MUST be preserved and remembered for all time...

(Scene opens)

Emily and Sydney are playing quietly with blocks. 

Grandma Blackham comes over and sits by them on the floor, causing a small gap to form between the top of her pants and the bottom of her shirt.)

Two year old Sydney, concerned, stands up and shuffles over to Grandma Blackham.

Without reservation, she pulls back Grandma's pants and peers inside. 

"Poopy??"

(Blackout. End scene.)

Parasites. They happen.

Kirby served his mission for the LDS church in the good ol' state of Mississippi, so he didn't have any issues with parasites, like those serving on foreign soil often encounter. 

I haven't been to South America lately, but I've been suffering some typical symptoms of parasitism.

Extreme Hunger.

Weight gain.

Exhaustion.

Nausea.
Digestive struggles.

Emotional instability.

I went to the doctor to get a diagnosis, and it turns out I have managed to contract a parasite. 

The bad news is that it's going to take another couple of months to purge the parasite from my system.

The good news is that he's a pretty cute parasite. 

Don't-cha Think!?

What am I going to do with a BOY!?

P.S. Don't EVER--under any circumstance--google for images of parasites when pregnant. Or maybe ever.
Mmmm-K?