Sunday, November 22, 2009

Tidbits from Nyah

Okay, so Nyah just cracks me up. Sometimes she says things that blow me away and I have no idea where they come from. I thought I would share a few of them.

"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

Spending Time with Dad

This was the sight I met the other day when I came home from work. I walked into the house to find Blake hanging both Nyah and Trey upside down by one leg. My husband is hilarious. Nyah and Trey were both laughing and he was just standing there all serious and said, "I am glad you are home. They are driving me CRAZY!"

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. ;)

 Okay, enough harassment of my wonderful husband. We really are lucky to have him. Besides, who else are you going to get to throw you up in the air? Mom isn't as good at it as Dad. And it is great fun!


To change gears a bit, a few weeks ago we were in Malad and I took a couple pictures of the kids having even more fun with Dad (and Grandma). Trey is hilarious. When ever Blake is swinging Nyah in a blanket, he is always right there screaming (happily) away and as soon as Blake sets her down, Trey is unwrapping her, pushing her out of the way, and sitting down in the middle of the blanket so he can have his turn.


Blissful Slumber

I know it may be silly, but I am still one of those Moms that loves to watch her children sleep. I love how peaceful and gentle they look. Also, as a side note, I love the fact that Trey is actually holding still. Ha ha. Sometimes I think I have more sleeping pictures than anything. Okay, so that is not really true, but wanted to share a few of them anyway.

This was during a very long car drive to visit family.
I love that they are holding hands.


 Nyah still LOVES her kitty.
She packs Annie around like a doll and makes her take naps with her. The great thing is that I think Annie likes her too. Everytime I lay the kids down for a nap, Annie finds them and snuggles up close.

 Dads are also great sleeping partners - just in case you didn't know. Nyah and Trey love cuddling with Dad.

And because I feel like being a bit nostalgic. Here are a few more from a while ago. And, yes, I think you can tell that they are related.


Sunday, November 15, 2009

The Big 3

Nyah Marie is now three! I know, I know. You are extremely impressed with my ability to rhyme. What you should really be impressed with is the fact that Nyah not only turned three this past Sunday, but she also has the amazing ability of blowing out her candles all at once! Wahooo!

When we woke up Sunday morning, Nyah actually didn't believe me that it was her birthday or that she was no longer two. We had a fairly intense conversation, where she argued with me saying, "No Mom, I'm two. Not three." The look she that gave me was hilarious. It was one of those Mom you don't know what you are talking about and I think you have gone a little crazy looks. After finally convincing her that it truly was her birthday and that you get to open presents on your birthday it all went uphill from there.

She was quite popular that day. She got phone calls from Grannie, Nana and Papa Bud, and Grandma and Grandpa. They all sang her happy birthday over the phone and she would consequently jabber away at them. She thought it was pretty great. She also loved the cake and enjoyed Blake, Treyson, and I singing to her. She grinned away the entire time. I had to wake her up from a late nap (ahhh, the joys of 1:00 church), to bring her out for cake and presents. 

Blake and I had decided to get Nyah a bike for her birthday. Trey is getting big enough that he is constantly pushing her and trying to climb upon her tricycle when she is on it, so we thought the bike might be a great step up. We had it set up in the kitchen for her and the first thing she said when she walked in was, "My  bike!" She made sure she touched it or was close to it the rest of the night. It was pretty cute. I truly enjoy her excitement for life. She makes me laugh every day and I can't remember what it was like before she was here to entertain us.

The day after her birthday we went on a walk with the family and I was pleasantly surpirsed and impressed with how easy it was for her. And yes, I know it looks dark. It really wasn't that late when we went out, but it was dusk. My camera just makes it look darker than it is. Please, rest assured, I do not take my children out for walks at midnight. We may fight bedtime, but typically they are asleep at least by then. ;)

So, I guess my little girl is growing up. She tells me she is not a little girl or a baby, but a big girl; she just turned three years old; and now she can ride a bike. My, my, how time flies.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Trick or Treat!

We had a wonderful Halloween this year. I wish Nyah would just say, "Mom, I would like to be a . . ." However, she isn't doing that yet. It stresses me out, trying to decide on costumes, but I made it through. Treyson was a cute little dog (thank you Maysi!) and Nyah ended up being a cute little bunny.

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.

The finished product!

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

Treyson Update

Okay, so since I have received multiple phone calls about the bump on Trey's head, I thought I would do a quick update. All is well! It took almost 2 weeks, but the donut blister thingy (technical term) did go away and it never did seem to bother him. He is still his happy little trouble maker self.

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.

Here he is in the pantry.
And yes, I swear I try to keep the door closed.

Climbing into and standing in drawers he should not be in.
Of course after he has proceeded to empty the entire contents all over the floor.

Did I mention that he likes to make a mess?
I would also like to point out the child locks - that apparently do not work for a little man named Treyson!

Climbing up on the soap rack in the bath tub. I had left the bathroom for two minutes to hear Nyah yelling and laughing, "Mom! Treyson is climbing!" This is what I come back to. He was laughing hysterically. I told him to get down and he proceeded to climb down, sit in the water, laugh, look at me, giggle, stand back up, and try to climb up again. He has fallen in the water, but it doesn't slow him down any. He still finds it funny and I know he is doing it just to push his Mom's buttons. Dare devil Treyson.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Our New Addition

Okay, this is a bit of a story, so bear with me. Last week I took the kids back to the office to show Trey's bump off to all of the Nurses. When I pulled up to the front door and got out of my car I heard this sad crying. It took me a minute to figure out what it was, but there was a small (maybe 4 week old) kitten laying in the rocks out front. She looked pretty pitiful and was very week. Her eyes were shut and she couldn't stand. Nyah was with me and immediately got excited about this kitty. Long story short, we took her inside and eventually decided to take her home and nurse her back to health.

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.

Nyah did finally decide on a name. Annie (after the orphan).
So meet our new addition.

And Zoe loves her too.

Nyah's Thoughts on Conference

I just wanted to share a couple of the things Nyah said during today's session of General Conference. Can I tell you? I just love my little girl.

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

Birthday Adventures

I can't believe that Treyson is one! Has it really been a year? My sweet little boy's big day was officially on the 21st, but Blake was gone, so we held off until Dad could come back from his hunting trip.

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.

Here is the before.

And so begins the "after" . . .

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.

We ended up finishing Treyson's celebration with one of the biggest adventures/experiences yet. That afternoon we had an Eagle Court of Honor for Nyah's friend Trevor. Immediately following the Court of Honor, Blake and I were heading to attend a banquet in Nampa for work. Heart 'n Home was winning an award for Integrity Counts from the BBB. We were all dressed up and had put Trey in the car to head to have our friend Milly watch the kids. After we put Trey in the car seat and started to drive, he started screaming. I was driving and I asked Blake to check on him, but he was convinced that it was just normal screaming. (I tried to explain it wasn't, but Blake thinks screaming all sounds the same.) Anyway, we had about a 10-15 minute drive and he screamed the entire way. Lots of fun!

After we got there, I ran my hand over Treyson's head and noticed he had a big fluid bulge on the right side of his head. It was in the shape of a circle and about the size of an apple. The circle itself was about three fingers thick and was squishy, kind of like a water balloon or a blister. I know this may not be making much sense, but it was very wierd. Anyway, long story short we ended up heading to the emergency room rather than going to the banquet. It was a bit stressful. I sat in the back with Trey and tried to keep him awake. He was sooo sleepy and I couldn't tell if he was just tired or if he was lapsing into to unconciousness. Unnerved me a bit.

The ER even said it was extremely odd and kept asking if he had hit his head. He hadn't and I have no idea where it came from. We ended up doing a cat scan. Trey got mad, but we didn't have to sedate him, so that was good. He just screamed and squirmed a bit. The CT turned out fine and they sent us home. They just said to watch him. No one knows what it is, other than that it is unusual and out of the ordinary. I tried to take pictures of it, but it doesn't show up. There is no bruise, just the fluid. You will just have to take my word that it feels really wierd.