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.