My big goal was to not have a million loose buttons all over the place. Yes, eventually they will pull these strings through the styrofoam, but the buttons will still be knotted on the string.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Button egg carton busy "bag"
I just made this with my 2 and 3 yo's. Michael's had little containers of buttons for $1. I used extra craft thread and needle to string the buttons. Then poked through the bottoms of the cups and tied the strings in a knot. It makes a loop with the buttons in the cups. The kids can move the appropriate number of buttons into the labeled cups.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
New bunk beds
All the kids are in one room. New (hand me down) bunk beds are up. Michael top, Jane bottom, George in toddler bed. We're not expecting everyone to go down quietly. There's a lot of fun to be had for a while. Mostly, Jane telling the others what to do for a while. Also, Michael enjoying the novelty of going up and down the ladder. George is sort of along for the ride, but would go to sleep if they others were quiet.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
It's a beautiful day
The kids have been playing very nicely together. Michael played with George in the laundry hamper for a while this morning. He'd say, "I'm going to give you a kiss. *smooch* Now I'm going to give you a hug. *hug* Now I'm going to tickle you."
Eventually, I was able to get everyone to either dress themselves or get them dressed. Then they went outside. Michael first, by himself. It was awesome. He was able to play by himself and swing on his belly. Then he came inside and asked for his cape so he could be superman.
Then Jane and George went outside, too. Jane and Michael said, "Ready, set, go!" and swung on their bellies on the swings. Then they came inside and wanted their tent out of the closet. I helped them get it and they took it outside.
Then Jane and Michael got inside the tent and said they were astronauts. They counted down then I heard, "I see the moon!" "Ya and I see stars!" They are really talking to each other and playing together.
Eventually, I was able to get everyone to either dress themselves or get them dressed. Then they went outside. Michael first, by himself. It was awesome. He was able to play by himself and swing on his belly. Then he came inside and asked for his cape so he could be superman.
Then Jane and George went outside, too. Jane and Michael said, "Ready, set, go!" and swung on their bellies on the swings. Then they came inside and wanted their tent out of the closet. I helped them get it and they took it outside.
Then Jane and Michael got inside the tent and said they were astronauts. They counted down then I heard, "I see the moon!" "Ya and I see stars!" They are really talking to each other and playing together.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Jane at naptime
Today is Valentine's day. We visited Michael's school in the morning for his party. This isn't that post. This is about what transpired during and after naptime.
Because of our outing, and since I'm 33 weeks pregnant, naptime hit me hard. At 11:30, everyone was sent to beds. George was happy to lay down, of course, because he's awesome like that. Jane decided to be in her room, not in my bed. This should have been a clue to me that she was working on a poop, but I was too tired to deal with it. I laid down and less than 10 min later, she comes in telling me she pooped. Fabulous.
New diaper and she's in my bed. She didn't last long in my bed because she kept talking and moving. This was strange because all week she's been sleeping beautifully in my bed with me. So, I kicked her out and told her to go to the couch. My hips were killing me so I didn't get up to tuck her in, I just yelled at her a couple times to be on the couch. Then I must have passed out.
I woke up around 1:48. I got some great pops out of my hips in the places that hurt before I slept. Then I heard Jane squeal from behind a closed door. "Ugh, please be in your own room." I laid there a few more minutes to rest and wake up, we had time before needing to get in the car. Then I heard another squeal. They were fun noises. As much as I hoped, she probably wasn't in her own room. So I got up, went to the bathroom, and slowly walked out of my room.
No Jane on the couch. There was a baby doll all covered up and tucked in with her blanket on the couch. But no Jane. On to the rooms. George's door is shut all the way, not a good sign. Jane's door is open...no Jane. So I slowly open George's door.
Both kids are in the crib. There are breast pads strewn about the crib (from a leftover box that I didn't need but was being stored in the room). There's a painting off of the wall and in the crib, face down. Both children are naked. Naked. "Why are you naked?" I calmly ask. I move closer and touch the crib. It feels weird. I look closer and see a tube of anti-fungal medicinal cream in the crib. Cream on the back of the painting. Cream on George's face. I throw it away.
Then I stand there and look at them. I never even got mad. I didn't yell. I tried to ask why they were naked. Jane didn't seem to have an answer. She only said things like, "I love my baby George."
My brain worked enough to realize that baby wipes weren't really working for the film that I felt all over their skin, so I said, "you're both getting a bath." We still had time. The kids were happy about it. I calmly washed them both and they still felt filmy. I got them both dressed and shoed. I went to my room to get my own shoes on. They went to the kitchen, and then to the car, all by themselves. Then my alarm went off to get ready to get Michael. When I went to the car, I discovered, they both had dinner rolls, too! They got their own snack.
Naked, in the crib, spreading anti-fungal cream all over each other. I have no idea how long George slept before she went in there.
There's no moral to this story. No injuries. I seriously doubt either of them ate enough of it to cause a problem. I got a nap.
Because of our outing, and since I'm 33 weeks pregnant, naptime hit me hard. At 11:30, everyone was sent to beds. George was happy to lay down, of course, because he's awesome like that. Jane decided to be in her room, not in my bed. This should have been a clue to me that she was working on a poop, but I was too tired to deal with it. I laid down and less than 10 min later, she comes in telling me she pooped. Fabulous.
New diaper and she's in my bed. She didn't last long in my bed because she kept talking and moving. This was strange because all week she's been sleeping beautifully in my bed with me. So, I kicked her out and told her to go to the couch. My hips were killing me so I didn't get up to tuck her in, I just yelled at her a couple times to be on the couch. Then I must have passed out.
I woke up around 1:48. I got some great pops out of my hips in the places that hurt before I slept. Then I heard Jane squeal from behind a closed door. "Ugh, please be in your own room." I laid there a few more minutes to rest and wake up, we had time before needing to get in the car. Then I heard another squeal. They were fun noises. As much as I hoped, she probably wasn't in her own room. So I got up, went to the bathroom, and slowly walked out of my room.
No Jane on the couch. There was a baby doll all covered up and tucked in with her blanket on the couch. But no Jane. On to the rooms. George's door is shut all the way, not a good sign. Jane's door is open...no Jane. So I slowly open George's door.
Both kids are in the crib. There are breast pads strewn about the crib (from a leftover box that I didn't need but was being stored in the room). There's a painting off of the wall and in the crib, face down. Both children are naked. Naked. "Why are you naked?" I calmly ask. I move closer and touch the crib. It feels weird. I look closer and see a tube of anti-fungal medicinal cream in the crib. Cream on the back of the painting. Cream on George's face. I throw it away.
Then I stand there and look at them. I never even got mad. I didn't yell. I tried to ask why they were naked. Jane didn't seem to have an answer. She only said things like, "I love my baby George."
My brain worked enough to realize that baby wipes weren't really working for the film that I felt all over their skin, so I said, "you're both getting a bath." We still had time. The kids were happy about it. I calmly washed them both and they still felt filmy. I got them both dressed and shoed. I went to my room to get my own shoes on. They went to the kitchen, and then to the car, all by themselves. Then my alarm went off to get ready to get Michael. When I went to the car, I discovered, they both had dinner rolls, too! They got their own snack.
Naked, in the crib, spreading anti-fungal cream all over each other. I have no idea how long George slept before she went in there.
There's no moral to this story. No injuries. I seriously doubt either of them ate enough of it to cause a problem. I got a nap.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Saturday Adventures with Jane & Michael
It's Saturday. The kids have had a pretty free day. Daddy even took them all to the library (yeah for a little break for mommy). Now it's 'quiet time' or at least room time. When Jane and Michael are together, they don't nap, or at least Jane doesn't nap. They just play in their room. Sometimes talking to each other, sometimes just playing around each other. Either way, it's awesome and hilarious that they stay in their room. Also, the things that they do and say to each other are pretty funny.
A few minutes ago I stepped out and Tony said it'd been quiet for a while. On approach to their room, I noticed the bathroom door was shut with the light on inside and I heard Jane talking from within. I pointed to the door for Tony to see. Then we opened the door. Whoa! the smell!
But what did we see? Michael on the white potty, Jane on the little training potty. Both of them tell us at about the same time, "We pooped!" Yep, Both of them needed to poop and BOTH of them got on potties and BOTH of them pooped on potties.
Amazing, the influence of a brother. I'm just guessing. I tried to ask who needed to potty first, and Jane said it was her. who knows. They're not sick (thank goodness), just both needed to poo. Jane did have TWO apples this morning, so I'm not surprised for her. I told them that daddy and I were SO PROUD of them for both going on the potty. It's not so much a big deal for Michael, he's fairly regular and hasn't had a poop accident in ages. But it is a BIG deal for Jane.
Totally hilarious. I would have taken a picture if it wasn't for the overwhelming SMELL.
George has been asleep in his crib the whole time. He's awesome. He loves his bed and is so wonderfully set in a routine for nap time or bed time. He nearly DIVES into his crib.
A few minutes ago I stepped out and Tony said it'd been quiet for a while. On approach to their room, I noticed the bathroom door was shut with the light on inside and I heard Jane talking from within. I pointed to the door for Tony to see. Then we opened the door. Whoa! the smell!
But what did we see? Michael on the white potty, Jane on the little training potty. Both of them tell us at about the same time, "We pooped!" Yep, Both of them needed to poop and BOTH of them got on potties and BOTH of them pooped on potties.
Amazing, the influence of a brother. I'm just guessing. I tried to ask who needed to potty first, and Jane said it was her. who knows. They're not sick (thank goodness), just both needed to poo. Jane did have TWO apples this morning, so I'm not surprised for her. I told them that daddy and I were SO PROUD of them for both going on the potty. It's not so much a big deal for Michael, he's fairly regular and hasn't had a poop accident in ages. But it is a BIG deal for Jane.
Totally hilarious. I would have taken a picture if it wasn't for the overwhelming SMELL.
George has been asleep in his crib the whole time. He's awesome. He loves his bed and is so wonderfully set in a routine for nap time or bed time. He nearly DIVES into his crib.
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