Surprise!

Today we had 3 bike cops sitting on the corner of our street with radar guns trying to catch people speeding. Well my little sweetie comes in the house, opens the fridge, takes out 1 container of applesauce and asks me for a baggie and string so he can wrap it up and give it to the cops as a "surprise present". It takes me at least 10 minutes to convince him we don't need to give the cops a present. I try telling him that it's only 1 applesauce and 3 cops and I try telling him they aren't hungry, but nothing seems to work. He was just really confused and kept asking me "They don't eat?" poor little guy. Maybe I should of just let him give it to them. But I kind of picture me approaching with a mysterious white bag and them taking me down movie style while Corbin watches on in horror. I finally just convinced him to eat the applesauce, which he of course did.

Innie or Outie?

Emily is very excited about our trip to San Antonio, so she is asking a million questions. She wanted to know all about the Riverwalk and what was there. So I tell her restaurants, shops, even a Mall. She says "A mall?" thinks a moment then asks "is it an outlet mall or an inlet one?"
She cracks me up.

Story time

The other day I took Corbin to the Library for story time. Let me set the scene.. lots of kids on the floor... lots of moms on the floor and in chairs.. Corbin and I in the center... Librarian reading a story and surprisingly quiet for a room full of kids. OK so it had been raining off and on all day. On the way in I got pretty wet from the drizzle while getting everything out of the car. So we are sitting through story time and Corbin decides to climb in my lap, he stops and starts patting at my jeans (around the ankle area but apparently all the same to him) then he not so quietly states... "uh oh, you pee peed your yourself" he is totally serious and very concerned about my "accident". Oops. Thank goodness it had been raining or all those Mom's would seriously think I had some issues.

All I want for Christmas...

People keep asking me what I want for Christmas and I have such a hard time thinking of an answer. I think this year has taught me so much I have a hard time even thinking of myself right now. I see people complaining about silly things, or stressing out over little things and I wish they would spend more time thinking of how truly blessed they are instead. I am trying very hard to make a conscious effort to do this, and I know it's hard because I am guilty of over thinking just about everything but than I think of the plight of others and feel absolutely ridiculous for even thinking this way. Maybe reading this will help everyone remember.

The first thing that always comes to mind is a very special little boy who has so many challenges in his everyday life, and even though his life is one big mystery I know he was sent to teach the people whose lives he touches to be thankful for everything. I often find myself thinking it isn't fair that he can't live his life like most children his age, and it's not fair that his parents have to ever know what it feels like to have a sick child and on multiple occasions await a phone call that may tell you your son's life will never be a healthy one or worse yet that his life will be cut short. Nor is it fair that this little guy has more Doctors than I can count and has been poked and prodded more times than any baby should have to endure. And then I remember that instead of thinking this way I need to be thankful that he is here. He may not be as healthy as we wish but he is here and happy thanks to parents who love him so much and have willing traded so much in their lives to make his life the best it can be. To everyone with children, we can only begin to imagine what this feels like. But I have tons of respect for his Mom's tireless effort to find a diagnosis and courage to wake up every morning and start it all again. I am thankful for all the lessons he came here to teach and most of all I am happy that he is growing and thriving. And even though not having a diagnosis is driving us crazy :) it's better than having a diagnosis that would be hard to accept. Such a little package but so full of inspiration.
The next thing that comes to mind is another special person who has lived most of their life dealing with various medical issues. Most people that have met this person never even knew they were sick, and are surprised to learn about it. I think to myself how can I be so selfish to complain about little things when they absolutely never complain. Even more than that they face every battle with courage and never put them self first when they should be thinking of them self. They spend more time worrying about others than them self and would do absolutely anything for a friend. Knowing that their my life may be cut short they have always lived their life to the fullest, with smile on their face, never complaining, whining, or full of self pity. If only we could all be that selfless and strong.
And last, but definitely not least, is my Dad. I never would of imagined that last Christmas would be my last with him. And although this is the hardest one to accept, because I wish it never happened the way it did, I must remember to just enjoy everyday and everyone. Don't sweat the small stuff and make the most of everyday. I often find myself looking forward to next week, or next month, instead of today. This is something I am trying to not do anymore. I will never rush through life again because it is unpredictable.

So if you ask me what I want for Christmas I can honestly say all I want is Health and Happiness for everyone.
It's unfortunate that these things have to happen to remind us how fortunate we are, but I guess this is why God puts special people in our lives.

When I grow up...

So we are apparently doing an awesome job raising our kids. How do I know this you ask, well in their future aspirations of course. Emily, as many of you may know, wants to be a Mommy so she can drink coffee and drive a car. Well now Corbin has a goal of his own... He wants to be a Daddy so he can shoot a deer, drink tea, and say bad words...yep you heard it.. My son wants to grow up to be a redneck. Thank you, thank you my parenting book is in the works. Feel free to email me for pointers.

My little man is growing up (about freakin time)

So Corbin started soccer today and I made a discovery, my son refuses to follow directions!!!! I mean I know he never listens to what I say but that's just part of the whole tone (of mommy's voice) deaf thing, but when it comes to other people I really thought he was just shy and a bit of a mama's boy but apparently that is just a trick to avoid doing things he doesn't want to do. Sooo frustrating... but he seems to be warming up to the idea and it's really cute to see him excited about something. He couldn't stop jabbering about it tonight. He just kept talking and talking about it, and he made sure to tell Emily repeatedly she couldn't do soccer with him.. It was his big boy soccer, not for her.

Rainforest regrets...

So Emily was asking a bunch of questions about rainforests.. like where is it, what does it look like, what kind of animals live there... and on and on. So I started googling "rainforest" to try to find some pictures or video or something. Well I found this video, please watch it and tell me you don't feel like a jackass for every piece of paper you ever threw away and every cheap McDonalds hamburger you ever ate! I immediately started googling recyled paper and swore off $1 burgers..

Forest Family Forever!

Bubble Bath

I'm pretty sure this is one of those stories that my daughter may hate me for in the future... but that being said, it's just really funny.
Emily and Corbin were taking a bath and Emily really wanted bubbles so she could bathe a frog bath toy with bubbles. She asked me to check to see if we had anymore bubble bath. I told her we didn't have any, were all out of bubbles. She thought for a second and said, "well, how bout I toot to make some bubbles"
It was soo funny, she was totally serious too!

I'm rubber your glue....

My kids tend to have these really funny conversations that just crack me up. The following is one of them...
Emily told me something and Corbin repeated her word for word. Their Pa Pa has nicknamed Corbin "Repeat" because he repeats himself all the time. So the conversation goes as follows:
Emily (rolling her eyes) tells me "He's such a repeat...Corbin, you are such a repeat cat"
Then I say, "Emily it's called a Copy Cat"
Emily: "Oh, You're a Copy Cat, Corbin"
Corbin: "I'm a cat!"
Emily: "You're a COPY Cat!"
Corbin "I'm a bobcat!"
Emily no your "Copy"
Corbin "I'm not Coffee!!... Mommy, she said I'm coffee!"
I love arguements between 3 and 5 year olds, they're the the best...