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...

I want to put my kids in Bubbles!

I am sooooooo sick of sick kids!!! My kids have been sick for almost a month! One gets sick then the other, and vice versa. That just keep passing germs back and forth! So my conclusion is I want one of those big bubbles like the bubble boy. One for each, just until cold and flu season is over. Anyone know where I can find some...

There's a party in my tummy, so yummy, so yummy!

I have no idea why I feel the need to share this but I just found a new cereal that I'm obsessed with. It's Kashi Cinnamon Harvest. If shredded wheat and cinnamon life ever hooked up, this would be their love child. It's soo good. (if you like shredded wheat and cinnamon that is) Even my kids love it.. we basically fight over it. I want it all to myself as a mommy cereal but I can't convince my kids of that.

(oh and I assume you guys know the title is the yo gabba gabba song, I'm not that obsessed with it! haha)

Princess in Training

So Daphne wants to know if Callie will make it on my blog, and of course she will one day, but I figured why not today.
So Callie has a onesie that says "Princess in Training" well I think we should change it to Diva in training! You know how you hear those ridiculous stories about celebrities requesting some random beverage chilled to the perfect temperature and a bowl full of M&M's with all the green ones picked out or something totally absurd like that, well I think Little Miss Callie is headed in the that direction (of course I'm joking, but let me elaborate anyways) So Callie can only drink out of one type of bottle, it has to be the right temperature, and held at a 45 degree angle.. Haha just kidding about the last one. But she is one picky little baby! Ok, I will cut her some slack she is only 3 months old and she wasn't use to bottles. I always figured nipple confusion was some sort of myth, like a unicorn or winning the Texas Lotto, but apparently it does have some truth, and Callie is the poster child :) She is also very picky about her swing, she is currently boycotting the one I have because it swings front and back instead of left to right, and I think the real topper is she apparently doesn't like her diapers, clothes or carseat because she makes an incredible effort to take massive (breastfed) baby poops all over them (you know the kind!) Now that is just taking it to too far! Haha, I know she's little but I think there is some sort of master plan working away in that little package!

For all you fellow Moms of boys

Why are they always sooo dirty. Maybe you haven't noticed how dirty they are because you have no comparison to a girl. But trust me there is a big difference! Corbin always has black fingernails (even when we don't play outside) His face always has food crusted around it (even if he hasn't eaten in like 3 hours) and his hands are always sticky! I find it completely unbelievable. I bathe him, dress him, comb his hair and buckle him in his carseat, by the time we get to our destination his face is covered in crusty old food, his hands are dirty and sticky and I swear he isn't even wearing the same clothes I put him in. It's like a magical ability to attract filth where ever he goes. I am completely awed and disgusted by it. Please tell me your boys are like this too and it's not just my little dirt devil!

In case you forgot...

So today I made Emily and Corbin soup for lunch and placed their bowls on the table. Apparently, Corbin grabbed his and took it to the living room for a picnic on his blanket. Well when Emily saw this she assumed I had handed it to him. So she then came to me in the kitchen and in a very annoyed voice she throws her hands up in the air and says "Mommy, did you forget you have TWO kids?? I want soup too!"

Girls will be Boys

So Snack has come to the conclusion if he play wrestles and buys toy guns for Corbin, he will quit wanting to be like his sister and play dress up, want to have tea parties and fight over the pink candy because he is determined to get it before Emily can have it. Well it has actually managed to help someone find their inner boy and too my shock it's my girly girl daughter. I'm not quite sure, but I think she may have a future UFC career. She can punch and kick like no ones business. Seriously I am thinking of getting her a job as a preschool bouncer or scheduling her some cage fights or something. She has also taken to "hunting" with the guns. She has the stance and the lingo. So one day she was carrying around her pint size rifle, ready to take care of some business and went to Snack and in a voice straight out of Clint Eastwood movie she asks him "So where's that woman that you married"
Where does she get this shit??? Man she seriously cracks me up!!
Oh and by the way Corbin just really loves his sister, but he is still all boy. (read below) He also loves trains, firetrucks, big trucks, batman, breaking his sisters toys, attempting death defying stunts, and a little girl named Lidia ♥
Also I would like to add that no one cares that Emily is playing with guns and wrestling, but Corbin is not supposed to play with his sister's toys??? Please, Genderize much??

Catching Up

So I haven't written anything in 3 years and after rereading my old post and laughing to myself I decided maybe I should start again. I would of probably forgotten most of these moments if I hadn't written about them. So let's play catch up.

Corbin is now 3 and obsessed with the word "weina". He knows I hate him using that word, so everytime he does I give him the "Mommy look of death" (any mom, or kid for that matter, knows this look. It's the look you give with your eyes that makes your kids absolutely freeze in place, hair stands on their neck and a cold chill run downs their spine. If you are a parent and don't have one of these looks yet.. start practicing it now. I like to practice it on my husband, it apparently works with him too.) So back to my story, he says "weina", I give him the look, and he quickly busts into song singing "Osca Maya Weina" (He's not that great with his R's yet.) He is quite the trouble maker, he also likes to repeat daddy words. They involve 4 letters. He is also a ladies man, has an adorable smile and is really freakin cute so he thinks he can get away with all this. Works on other ladies, not so much me.

Emily is 15 drop the the one but don't tell her that. She really thinks she is soo mature now that she is 5. She has mastered a fake laugh and eye rolling and cartwheels. I am proud of the cart wheels, not so much the other two. I really don't know where she gets it.. what?? from me??.. I don't do that (fake laugh, eye roll) haha. She's really not that bad, but she is growing up so fast. She is very smart though and a really sweet little girl.

So now that we are caught up, I am going to try very hard to blog more. :)