Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
First, Papa pitched the ball to Sam, but quickly realized a tee might be a little easier.
He taught him how to bat and Sam started to get the hang of it. Whenever he hit the ball, Sam would grin and say, "That's not so bad!".
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
After dinner, Steve and Teenie played hide-n-seek and ball with Sam. Andie & Ben watched the craziness. At first, Andie eyed Ben with suspicion, but soon found she had an ally.
Ben thought sitting in a real chair was pretty awesome.
They both thought the DVD remotes were fascinating, although Andie is pretty sure it's a phone and "talks" on it all the time.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
After one particularly good night's sleep, she requested it at breakfast.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sam: Why you don't have a penis?
Me: Girls don't have penises. They have...um, other body parts.
Sam: Oh. Grills (he can't say "girls" to save his life) don't have a penis?
Sam: You a grill and you don't have a penis?
Sam: Hmm. (pauses, thinking it over). That must be hard on a person.
Monday, June 20, 2011
They caught "countless" fish, but threw the majority back to swim another day. They brought the "big, huge one" back for Lala to feast upon.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I'm not going to get all mushy on you on Father's Day, but I will say this:
- You kick ass at changing diapers. Seriously. Fastest diaper changer alive.
- You never complain (well, almost never) about getting up at night with Andie.
- You always have a bandaid in your wallet, which makes you a hero in Sam's book.
- You mix a tasty chocolate milk.
- You never cringe when Andie requests "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" at bedtime for the five hundredth time in a row.
- You are the hide-and-seek champion of Casa Kaufman.
- You didn't even bat an eye when we both realized our daughter was eating a rock while I was taking this picture. I love that "stay calm" attitude of yours. It keeps me balanced.
Your patience is endless and the care you put into raising our children makes me fall more in love with you every day. I can't imagine a better dad for our two kiddos.
I love you,
PS. You have nice forearms, too.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
- Sam is finally potty-trained. Let me hear a big "Hallelujah!" from all you readers out there. I honestly thought it was never going to happen. We decided to put him into underwear instead of pull-ups and he just took off from there. He still wears a pull-up at night, but often is dry when he wakes up in the morning. My weekly grocery bill has noticed the difference. Only one kid in diapers and wipes equals a $30 savings! Hhmm...time for me to get some new shoes with the difference.
- Drum roll, please. Little Miss Natalie Doris has...SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT FOR THREE NIGHTS IN A ROW. I never thought it would happen. In fact, my body is still in denial. I typically wake up at 3 am, roam around the house for while, and then realize there is no actual reason for me to be awake, and wander back to bed. Way to go, Andie! We have always loved you, but this has made you especially beloved in the eyes of your parents.
- I know the blog has been sorely neglected lately. But, good news: my stressful job is about to be come less stressful. One of the doctors is taking a leave of absence, so I cut back to working only 3 days a week...at least until September, but hope that this will be a permanent change. I've been missing my kiddos a lot and, while they are thriving in daycare, I'd like to spend more time with them.
- Joe and I are trying to lose our baby weight, so we've restarted running. Our goals are small, but we try to run together at least 1-2 times a week. No easy feat already, but add a double jogger with two hefty Kaufman kids in the mix and we're talking about quite a workout! We're already seeing the benefits. Joe is back to the weight he was when we started DATING. (Why is it always easier for guys to lose weight? Huh?) As for me, I'm quite pleased I can run two miles without stopping. We're thinking about marketing our workout program and selling it to Biggest Loser.
And that's the news from Casa Kaufman, where the son is potty-trained, the daughter sleeps through the night, and the parents are above-average.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Sam: What's that on you back, Mom? (The kid can't say "your" to save his life).
Me: It's a tattoo.
Sam: You wash it off?
Me: No. It's permanent. Someone drew it there when I was younger.
Sam: When you younger?
Sam: Oh. You have old eyes now.
Friday, June 10, 2011
1. The more, the merrier. Pick a fun bunch of people to camp with. Invite as many people under 5 as possible as this increases the chaos and risk of campground related injuries. (How many times can I say, "Walk, don't run, by the fire" and "Don't go next to the lake without a life jacket". In fact, I am still saying those things in my sleep).
2. So you don't lose your sanity (too much), also invite some responsible grown-ups. We selected the Kaufmans. Grandma was a campfire gourmet and spent her non-cooking time snuggling Andie.
3. Catch a fish to eat for breakfast. Noah preferred the catching to the eating, but Sam liked both. Also, bring a good-looking husband in a cowboy hat. I remember that hat from high school. Ah, memories.
4. Pack a play yard. Let me say it again: PACK A PLAY YARD. When you need to wipe a dirty kid, roast a hot dog, bandage and owie and have a 16 month old velcro'ed to your leg, you will thank me, I swear. Pop the baby in the play yard, attend to the task, and we're back to our regularly scheduled camping.
I bought this thing on clearance after pining away for one for a few years. I used to think it would be nice to have for the dogs to keep them safe on campouts. Hahahaha! The dogs. That was a lifetime ago. Poor neglected dogs. We actually left them at home.
7. Eat hot dogs. And marshmallows. Lots of them. We had to go back to town and buy more of each. Fortunately, this also gave us an excuse to eat ice cream at Huckleberry Heaven every day.
We ended the weekend dirty, exhausted...and ready for more camping!
Monday, June 06, 2011
The final test? A campout at the Shack with his Uncles and Dad.
The Shack is a little bunkhouse the Kaufmans built on their farm. It sits away from the house for that air of adventure, but is just a short 6x6 ride away from Grandma if the camping gets too rough. It's a manly place, with a dart board, four fold out bunks, a wood stove, and a special table built by Uncle Phil.
Gosh, I can feel the testosterone already.
Sam calls it "the SHACK!". Even in normal conversation. It's not "the shack" or even "the SHACK". It's "the SHACK!"
Needless to say, Sam had a great time. He woke up in the night, saying he had to go potty, but when Joe took him outside, Sam felt it was too cold to pee outside after all. Then, he snuggled into Joe's sleeping bag to warm up. So, Joe didn't get much sleep, but Sam had a great time.
So great, in fact, that we decided to take the whole family camping the following weekend. Stay tuned!