Saturday, September 28, 2013


Last night, we finally had to have the talk with Anders about appropriate affection. His best friend, Samuel, was over and as they left Anders and Samuel gave eachother a huge bear hug goodbye. It was so adorable and we were all watching as Anders pulled away and planted a big, fat kiss on Samuel lips. We were kind of shocked. We tried to explain to Anders that he should only be giving kisses to mom and dad and Bram. So Bram gives Samuel a hug goodbye and then expectantly puckered, which Samuel didn't even notice.

This morning, David took the boys grocery shopping. Anders leaned over the cart and planted a kiss on a cucumber. Then, at another store he walked up to a big poster in the make-up section and kissed the person in the poster on the lips...

Looks like it is going to take some more time before the message sinks in.

Bram had awesome bed head today. It was crazy all morning and then somehow got worse after his nap.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

I like my saureses

Anders: Whats this one?
Daddy: Its a brontosaurus
Anders: And what is this one?
Daddy: ... maybe a brachiasaurus? I am not that good at my suaruses...
Anders: I like my sauruses.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Anders is too Adorable

Last night it was Anders' turn for family prayer. He started his prayer and said a quick blessing on the food...he was a little confused because we started doing our family prayer and scripture study at the kitchen table a few days ago. We told him he needed to say another prayer because we were not here eating food. He started another prayer which ended up being a long monologue about our adventures to the temple grounds for F.H.E. the night before. He explained how we went to the temple and saw flowers, and then we went on the bridge, and then we went the other way but stopped because of a scary man* and then we went back down the stairs to see the flowers again. I found his prayer so adorable because he was really talking to his Heavenly Father like you would expect a three-year-old to talk to their father. 

*So the scary man part is my fault. It was getting dark and there was a walkway behind the temple gates that went into a little forest of trees. Being pregnant, I am overly sensitive to my inability to really protect my children, so when they wanted to go down the path into the woods in the fading light with a pregnant momma, I said it wasn't a good idea because there could be a scary man lurking. 

Today, I was telling Anders that maybe we would go to the park this evening with Daddy. He got really excited and said, "You coming too? And me and dad and Bram, but not Camrose." I told him that was correct and that Camrose wasn't allowed at the park. He responded, "Yeah, because she runs around and eats people." Um, no. Dogs aren't allowed.

Bram grabbed a wooden shape box and purposefully slammed it against my shin with a somewhat sharp corner. Boy did that hurt, that little punk. He went straight to time-out without a fuss, while Anders was fussing over me and wanting to know where to kiss it better. As my eyes still watered from the stinging pain, I couldn't let myself allow him close enough to kiss it. Lucky for me, he is incredibly patient with me and took it in stride.

The picture is Bram later sitting on the box he used to maim my shin.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Posed To

Anders was asking me incessantly for something. I had already given him the time when he could get what it was he wanted. He continued to ask. I told him that if he asked me again before it was time, he would have to go in time-out. His response, "Okay. I want to talk. I posed to be talking."

More quotes from this morning, "It's a little bit close." And, "Look, Camrose is wappin [wagging] her tail."

Daddy printed out some pictures for the boys to color and Anders exclaimed, "Daddy made not the gross one."

Whenever the boys watch movies they are very interactive. If it gets to a scary part of the movie Bram will say, "scare" and start shouting, "GO WAY! GO WAY! Garghhhhhhhhhhh!" While shouting he is pointing his arms at the screen and making shooting noises. It is pretty hilarious. 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Conversations with my Three-year-old

Anders: "Mom, those trees be so mean!"
Me: "How are they mean?"
Anders: "They are blocking the moon."

Me: "Good grief!...I just sounded like my dad!"
Anders: "Good grief. I just sounded like dad."

Anders: "We take a seed to the park tomorrow and cover it with sand and then it grows into a tree, okay?"

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Boy or Girl?

We still don't know the gender, but everybody keeps asking. At the grocery store today, our attendant said he hopes for us that it is another boy because he is in a family of three boys and said it was the best. Anders defiantly responded, "It's a GIRL!" 

At Walmart I asked him if he would rather have another brother or sister. He said he wanted a brother. Then a few seconds later he amended that and said, "I want a girl, same as you mom!" Let me clarify, he wants a girl, the same way that I am a girl. Not he wants a girl because I want a little girl. 


Anders quotes of the morning to me (David):

No Bram, there is no baby in there. You a boy. Boys can't have baby sisters in their bellies.

Me: we are going on a shopping adventure today.

Him: to buy a baby? Bring it home today?

Me: you mean out of mom as belly?

Him: yah! Buy baby from mom as belly today...

Me: um...

Friday, September 13, 2013

Today I had "that kid"!

We were at the park for a mother's group. Whoever thought sand was a good idea for parks, I want to punch them in the face. 

Anders threw sand in a little girl's face. Took drenching her in water and about twenty minutes before we could get her to open her eyes. Luckily, she was fine. Anders spent the entire time in time-out. When she finally did open her eyes, I had Anders go apologize. 

Less than five minutes later, Anders had thrown sand at another kid! Argh! I had THAT kid at the park today. So he spent the next thirty minutes at a picnic table by himself watching the rest of the kids play. I am hoping it was miserable enough that Anders will not ever be THAT kid again.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013


Bram was standing on the coffee table and reached out saying, "catch me! Catch me!" I didn't move but kept my eyes on him. So he scooted his foot to the edge and curled his toes over saying, "falling!" I laughed and he pulled his foot back and repeated his first request half a dozen times. I gave in.

Sunday, September 8, 2013


How can anyone resist when their precious three-year-old comes right up in their face and says, "Mommy! You hide with me in the closet? And Daddy counts and comes and finds us? You hide with me in the closet. You and me together?"

Those pleading blue eyes, filled with so much love and hope. How could I possibly say no to such a simple request? I couldn't.

Today I am grateful that my children still want me to play with them everyday.

I Can Talk!

Anders was incessantly asking for something. After a couple of verbal negatives, I finally turned to him and signed no with both hands. He looked hard at me and quickly responded, "I can talk!" His way of saying sign language was not necessary. It gave me a good chuckle.

Anders: "I posed (supposed) to!" His response recently to when his dad tells him to stop doing something. 

Anders greeting Bram this morning, "Haybraham!" A brilliant mixture of Hey Bram and Abraham.

The other day Bram shoved himself into the corner of the couch next to me and grunted for my hand. Within two minutes he was out cold. Not quite sure how he was able to fit in there, but it seemed to hit the spot for him.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Counting Love?

Anders: I love you so much mom!

Me: Nah, I don't think so.

Anders: Yes I do!

Me: How come?

Anders: Because I just love you.

Me: Why?

Anders: Because I counting.

Me: What does counting have to do with you loving me?

Anders: Well, I just counting in my bed.