When They Were 21 (Months, That Is)

The other day I was making a baby book for one of the kids on Shutterfly when I came across this old video on my computer.

(I LOVE Shutterfly, by the way. No paid endorsement here, just a happy customer. I make up my books and then order when they have a sale. OK, if I'm being honest, I start my books and then I'm motivated to get them done when a good sale comes around. That is why I was madly polishing one off so I could use a 50% off coupon before it expired.) 

But I digress.

While I was uploading pictures, I found some old videos from when the boys were around two. This one was from the summer when they were 21 months old. Jeff had set the computer up to Skype with the grandparents and turned the camera on the boys and started recording. They can see their picture on the computer screen, which generated most of the conversation.

Jeff and I watched this about a dozen times. We forget so fast how little they once were and how big they are now!     

My babies! I had forgotten how they called each other "Baby." They were Baby Sam, Baby "I-gic" or Baby "I-man" and Baby Alex to each other for a long time.

 



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Mom Vs. Cat

Yet another story that shows why four-year-olds are so much fun.

The other night I was snuggling in bed with Sam, and he asked when we could get a cat. 

"Buddy, I don't think we'll be getting a cat. Mama's really allergic, and a cat would make me sneeze all the time."
  
Sam replied, "When I'm all grown up and you die, then I can get a cat."  

Before I could respond he said, "But I'll miss you, Mom."

Nice to know that I can't be entirely replaced by a cat. 

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Eight or Nine

The other day I had a conversation with Sam where he told me about all the kids he's going to have.

We continued that conversation again the other night, and Isaac was in the room. Sam was talking about all of his kids.

Isaac asked Sam, "How many kids are you going to have?"

"Eight," Sam answered.

Isaac thought about that for a minute and replied, "Then I'm going to have nine."

Everything is a competition these days! 

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Honesty

The other night I was running a bath for the boys, and they were running around naked. I went back to the bathroom to check the tub, and one of the boys (who shall remain anonymous to prevent future embarassment) was standing next to the tub peeing in it.

I had to ask, "Dude, why are you peeing in the tub? There's a potty right there."

He looked up and answered very seriously, "I was gonna get in there and pee anyway."

At least he's honest!  

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Sam's Plans

Tonight Sam was telling me all about how he is going to have kids when he gets big--eight kids. And he said his brothers and his sister will all have eight kids, too.

Nice of him to volunteer all of them for that large family, wasn't it?

When I told him that was a lot of kids, he said, "No. Only eight. It's not a lot."

I can't wait to remind him of this conversation when his first one is in the throes of the terrible twos.

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Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man!

On Christmas Eve we decorated gingerbread men, and yes, Alex bit the feet off his right away.

I didn't bake the cookies, but bought a kit. It had eight cookies, so we all made one. Jeff and I left ours out for Santa. They weren't bad for cookies that came wrapped in bubble wrap.

Since there are six of us, there were two cookies left over. I put them back in the box and a few days later they were gone. No one would 'fess up that they took the cookies, and I forgot about it.

Then on Thursday Isaac and Sam told me they "ate gingerbread mans." The little buggers had hidden the cookies under their beds weeks before and when they found them again, they ate them.

Good thing those little rascals are so cute!

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Slip Slidin' on the Sledding Hill

We got about a foot of snow here between Christmas and New Year's, so we headed for the sledding hill. Amelia's an old hand at it, but the boys have never been on the big hill.

Amelia and I went down first, and when we got to the bottom Jeff asked the boys, "Who is going to like this?" The boys shot their hands up into the air so fast their arms practically fell off.

We had a blast. For six days in a row. SIX.

My tailbone may never recover.

We even celebrated my winter birthday with sledding and an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. The kids wanted me to get the SpongeBob cake, but I exercised my birthday girl veto power and got something else, mostly because it was smaller.

Nothing like a sledding party and ice cream to make you feel young!

I could have taken my camera out to the hill, but I didn't. Instead I just enjoyed the sheer delight on each of the kids' faces as they flew down the hill. And I know none of you will begrudge me that.

Hope your New Year is off to a great start!

© Trippin' Mama 2012