366 Project: Week 36

Sunday (Day 253)

September 9, 2012

Crunchstock 2012
The littlest camper didn't do so well with camping. He was up screaming quite a bit, and this morning I found out why. Molar #2 cut through.

Korvin figured out how to climb up on the chairs. He'd already figured out how to push where he wants them. I'm in so much trouble.

Monday (Day 254)

September 10, 2012

 Climbing on tables is today's new "trick."

Half an hour before Kadence had to be at school, Korvin was STILL sleeping. He's usually up by 7. Camping wore him out. lol

Tuesday (Day 255)

September 11, 2012

 Korvin misses Kadence when she's at school, so today I let her watch a TV show while he got his cuddles in. He apparently wasn't finished, because then he climbed into her lap at the table to help her color.

I noticed something today that I haven't seen her do before. She had a crayon in each hand, and she was using both hands to complete what she's doing.

Wednesday (Day 256)

September 12, 2012

Look, we have hard water. :) I knew it was hard, but I needed to know how hard to see if I needed to alter anything in the dishwasher detergent I made. So for any PV area peeps that didn't know and needed to for any reason, this is our water.

Instead of being a singer when I grow up, I want to be a big superhero that doesn't have to go potty or poop. - Kadence

Well, that's not the superpower I'D choose, but good luck with that. Lol

Thursday (Day 257)

September 13, 2012

He was wrestling with his pillow. I believe the pillow finally got him in the "sleep hold." ;) Don't worry, I could see his head on the other side.

Molar #3 has made it's appearance.

K: Can you tell Daddy when he dies, to please leave his phone here? And when Daddy dies, you can marry another boy, and I'll have a new Daddy.
Me: Wait, what?!?
K: Tell Daddy to leave his phone here when he dies. When he dies, then you can marry somebody else, and I'll have another Daddy. Can you do that?
Me: Uhhhhh. . .I. . .don't. . .know. Is Daddy dying?
K: Yes. And if you, me and Daddy die, how will the baby call somebody on the phone to come take care of him? He's just a baby!
Me: Um, we're not planning on dying. . .but if we do, somebody will hear the baby, and come take care of him. Why are we talking about this?
K : I don't know. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I miss Daddy.

I'm so very confused as to how this keeps coming up. But on the upside, this time we didn't have to talk about leaving skin and skeletons here when we die. . .downside, I apparently have to get remarried if anything happens to Patrick.

Friday (Day 258)

September 14, 2012

 They say you are what you eat, but he's never HAD ham. . .

Kadence and I were playing an English/Spanish matching game. It was her turn, and I told her to go. She thought it was my turn, and refused, so I said "Ahora!" She looked at me, and with a VERY strong southern accent said "Ahorda you to go raight now!"

Also, the Spanish word for boat is apparently "el bar girl" instead of "el barco."

K: You need to nunciate! Nunciate is when you use your splinter voice. Like this! (cue opera) AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
Me: <---trying die="die" not="not" span="span" to="to">

Saturday (Day 259)

September 15, 2012

Don't give a hungry, pregnancy chick a dull knife that won't cut. Oh wait, she brought her own. . .and a back up. Lol