Sunday, November 22, 2009
"Grandpa! You better get your cows in the barn or the wolves are going to get them!"
(this was a random comment in the middle of a discussion about Dale's cows.)
"Mom, bears don't eat bunnies. They eat puppies!"
Mom: "Treyson! What are you doing? You are making a huge mess! Why are you doing that?"
Nyah: "Because Mom. That is just what little boys do." (in a very matter of fact tone)
After I had told her that she could not have a popcicle right before going to bed . . .
Nyah: "Daddy! Mom said No! But, I said YES!!!!"
Blake (laughing): "Well, if Mom said no, then the answer is no."
Nyah: "But I said YES!!!!"
And finally, the following exchange happened at Walmart after we had been there forever. She had been great the entire time, but after waiting in line for about 15 minutes she was sneaking ahead up to look at the candy which was in front of someone else's cart.
Mom: "Nyah-bug, please come back here."
Nyah (totally ignoring me)
Mom: "Nyah, come back here."
Nyah: "Mom. I am looking at this. Just a minute."
Mom: "Nyah, come here. One, two, . . . "
Nyah (in a very serious tone with a what do you think you are doing look): "Mom. You can't do that at Walmart. Only at home, Mom. Not at Walmart."
Ahhh, how I love my independent and opinionated little girl.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Blake really is a good dad. He tries to take at least half to a full day each week to stay home and spend time with the kids. They take walks and seem to destroy my house. In fact, sometimes I think that Blake encourages Trey to take all of the dishes out of the cupboard. However, Nyah has learned to count by playing hide-and-seek with her Dad. Although, it retrospect, I wonder if it was just a way for him to go hide and hope it took a while for her to find him. And there was the time that I came into the room with Blake laughing at Nyah in the dog crate with Zoe and him commenting that it would be easier if she would just stay in there. ;)
I love that they are holding hands.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Nyah loved her costume. It was just a set of ears, a fluffy little tail, and a pink dress that was a couple sizes too big. She had a great time and made sure she bounced around the house for about 30 minutes before we left for the Trunk or Treat. There was a great turn out and tons of people were there. We also got to eat some delicious soup and hot donuts. And, of course, there was a LOT of candy, so Nyah was pleased.
After the Trunk or Treat, we came home, took a nap and carved our pumpkin. Nyah was NOT a fan of gutting pumpkins. She didn't really want to put her hand in the pumpkin.
It took some coaxing, but she did eventually get into it!
Okay, so no I did not really let her cut the pumpkin, but she really, really wanted to help and the carving knives we were using weren't dangerous so I let her try for a bit. She didn't accomplish much and was soon passing it back asking me to do it for her.
Later we went trick or treating around the neighborhood. Nyah was hilarious. She LOVES trick or treating. She talked non-stop at people's homes that we did not know and as soon as someone we knew would answer the door, she would zip her lips and be shy. At one home, a cat was outside on a car and as soon as we got to the door Nyah informed me she was going to ask the lady about her cat. And, yes she did. Jabbered continually, saying "there is a cat on your car" amidst a number of other things. Of course she was talking so fast that they couldn't understand her. By the way the cat was grey. Just in case you wanted to know. She would tell you herself, if you were here. It was interesting. She cracks me up! She also would quickly say, "Trick or Treat! Thank You!" all in one breath and often times before people would even put candy in her bucket. It is like she thinks it is all one phrase.
Here Nyah is with her dad. She was adamant that someone hold her hand as we were walking. The only time she let go was when she needed to ring the doorbell. I hope that lasts forever, but I know it won't, so I am enjoying it while it lasts.
Notice the little white tail?
Nyah made sure she had a death grip on her candy bucket. She wouldn't let anyone hold it for her. Not at the Trunk or Treat and not when we were going around our neighborhood. It got really heavy too. She would lift it up and hold it over her shoulder. She would switch hands every couple of minutes. And yet still, she wouldn't let anyone carry it for her - regardless of how many times we offered or how slow she began to walk. Finally towards the end of the night, she did let her dad carry it at the end of the evening, but it took some encouraging.
As you can see, Trey was not in love with the hood on his costume. He was pretty cute, but it was difficult to get him to hold still long enough to get him captured on film.
And finally, it only took about 5 seconds of walking into the door before Nyah was into her candy and stuffing it in her mouth.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
While we are on the topic of Trey, I thought I would post a few pictures of him over the past couple of months. I have been going to post these, but kept forgetting. He is definitely all boy and feels the desperate need to climb, destroy, mess up, etc. anything within his reach.
And yes, I swear I try to keep the door closed.
Of course after he has proceeded to empty the entire contents all over the floor.
I would also like to point out the child locks - that apparently do not work for a little man named Treyson!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
The scariest part was trying to decide how to tell Blake. I have been threatening to get Nyah a kitty. She keeps asking for one, but Blake is not exactly a fan of cats. We had her in a box when Blake came home and I had told her that she would have to ask her dad to make sure we could keep her. As he walked in, Nyah met him at the door and began hysterically crying, "Daddy, please. Please Daddy. I want my kitty. I need my kitty. I love my kitty. Please Daddy. Please, please. Can I keep her. I want my kitty." It was quite dramatic and shocking. Almost comical, but extremely dramatic. She really turned it on to convince him she needed the kitty.
Blake of course was confused and kept looking at me saying, "What?" That was when I had to step in and explain that the box contained a cat. Of course what could he do after that? In fact, his comment to me was, "Well I can't say no, now! How mean do you think I am?" The only other comments he made were agreements - 1. He will have nothing to do with the cat. He will not feed it or take care of it. 2. The cat belongs to Nyah and Mom. It is not his cat. And 3. We are not EVER taking the cat with us when we go other places. It must stay at home. (ahhh, my husband cracks me up.)
Okay, so even longer story short - it was amazing the transformation in her as we got some milk and food into her. The first three or four days is was chaotic around our house as Nyah and Trey both screamed (in excitement) constantly. I felt like I was continually saying, "just leave the kitty alone." or "no, Trey, be soft." Nyah, be careful, you are going to hurt her." "Everyone please stop screaming." "Okay, let's try to be quite now." "Nyah, put the kitty back in the box." "Nyah, you have to let the kitty walk around on the ground." "Nyah, the kitty needs to go potty, please put her down." Yes, three days of screaming and yelling and chaos. It was sooooo fun! I was regretting my decision after the first 12 hours!
Well now, she eats solid food and is finally feeling quite at home. As you can imagine, at first she was scared of everything, but now she is usually just a purring little puff ball; even as Nyah packs her around. She is quite the character.
So meet our new addition.
As the two of us were sitting down to watch the Saturday morning session, Nyah exclaimed, "Mom! There's the Prophet!" as President Monson came on screen. "He's talking to us." It was so matter of fact and she smiled and said again, "Yup Mom, the Prophet's talking to us."
Later during the same session, during President Uchdorf's talk, when he was talking about people's impressions of Mormons, he mentioned singing songs about talking streams and popcorn popping on trees. After he said popcorn, Nyah began bouncing around the living room shouting "Popcorn! Popcorn! Popcorn!" over and over while making the popcorn motion with her hands. It was comical and I laughed. All of a sudden she turned to me, putting her hands up to her eyes like binoculars, and said, "Mom, can we sing the look out the window song. No, Mom, not like that. You have to look out the window first." And we sang Popcorn Popping. We finished. She giggled and sat back down next to me as I finished watching the session.
I am so grateful for Nyah. I am also grateful for amazing Nursery teachers that are helping her learn about the gospel.
Monday, September 28, 2009
On Saturday the 26th, we did the cake thing - hence the mess. Nyah thought it was great. She helped me make the cake and kept wanting to sing happy birthday to him. She tried to help him blow out the candle, but he touched it and put it out too quick.
And also for your viewing pleasure is a video of him waving at the camera. It cracks me up when he begins to wave and all of a sudden notices that he has chocolate all over his hands.
Later that morning we went for a ride. This was mostly for Nyah, but if you will notice Treyson loves it already. There are a couple of foals down at the corrals and we spent some time loving on them. That was probably the best part.