It's been cold way too long....

This morning Ashlynn remarked that her orange tasted like a popsicle. How sweet.

Ryder then asks: "What's a popsicle?"

After briefly choking on my orange I answered: "Well buddy, it's that frozen fruity thing you eat in the summer. You know, the ice cream truck brings them."

"Oh, yeah mommy, the ice cream truck. Now I remember."

Poor guy, it's been so darn cold he has apparently forgotten the pleasure of a popsicle.

Eighteen months.....

I figure there are pros and cons to being eighteen months old, oh, the world of my sweet little Gage man.

Pros:

• If something bothers you, even just the tiniest bit, you can cry.
• You are still considered cute (baby cute) by most onlookers.
  
• It's considered "acceptable" if you spill food all over yourself, belch, or pass gas.
• You can bet to be carried around a good part of the day (to the high chair, to nap, to bed, or out of trouble-oops, I mean "redirected").
• You don't have to pay attention to anything that doesn't concern YOU.
• You are at the perfect age to be aware and make it appear as if your older siblings have wronged you-even though they totally had that toy first.
• You don't have to completely clean up after yourself-mom making you put a few toys in the basket doesn't count.
• Someone bathes you, puts nice lotion on you, changes your stinky buns, feeds you, and generally takes care of your well being.

Cons:

• Crying when you are bothered doesn't seem to get the attention it used to-they are so on to you.
• You never get to walk around where YOU want to (the end of the driveway, the grocery store, any place there are lots of fun little things you could play with).
• You can't communicate in clear concise sentences, which could hamper you getting what you really want, um, need.
• Your older siblings are on to you and run away and close doors so you can't "bother" them.
• You still have to go down the stairs backwards.
• Sometimes you wonder if your mom thinks you love your high chair THAT much.
• Markers,crayons and paint are totally off limits.

Happy Birthday Joshua!!!!

Happy Birthday bud! Hope your day is filled with lots of fun.....and a little warmer weather!


Love you, Randy, Liz, Ashlynn, Ryder and Gage

It's too early....

3:45 am: Ryder comes busting out of his room and into ours (somehow my constant pleas for him to be "more quiet" are not sinking into this boy's cranium). "Momma, can I sleep with yous?" First of all let me just get my eyes open here. Again, "Momma, can I sleep with yous guys?". Is this a mafia nightmare, why'd I watch that movie?

Assuming he had a bad dream, I obliged, really I was way to tired to get him back to his bed. He climbs up in bed, in the middle ofcourse and requests "Make room, momma". Again, "Momma, Momma, make room". Dude, don't know if you remember, momma's el preggo and Daddy's over six feet tall, I'll see what I can do. After moving myself to the edge of the bed (Randy wasn't budging, he doesn't exactly wake up real easy-how this works at the fire station is a mystery!), came another sweet request: "I need your pillow momma". Um, dude, once again, can you see how I have these five pillows precariously arranged to accommodate my pregnant self?

Let's put it this way, he fell comfortably asleep about thirty seconds after his sweet little requests and there I was, left with two pillows on the EDGE of the bed. Can someone say tired today?

It's a...........

GIRL!!!!!!!!

Well, we had our sonogram today and everything looked fantastic! There is no sign that there was ever a tear in the placenta and the baby measured and looks wonderful! What a blessing, thank you Lord!

Thanks to everyone who voted-looks like you guys knew what you were guessing for :-)!

Happy Birthday Wesley!!!!

Happy Birthday to a kid who can always enjoy a little vegetation at the zoo :-)! Have a fun day Wesley!!!

Love, Ashlynnie, Ryde, Gage, Auntie Lizzie and Uncle Randy xoxoxoxoxo

The highs and LOWS.....

So they didn't win, but at least we all looked good for the game, thanks to Lisa!!