Notes from the Life of a Dysfunctional Housewife: 2012

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

It's Halloween

The boys look so cute in the halloween shirts Grandma Jones gave them. Thank you!

Monday, May 07, 2012

This baby has been loving life in his exersaucer. I love seeing him in it. It's crazy that we already have to raise it up to the next level because he's getting so tall. Stop growing please. Thank you.

I seriously love how this kid sticks out his tongue, and if you notice above, he probably learned it from his older brother.

When Mason is happy, we have to all congregate around him. He's happiness is infectious that way.

Mason's Blessing

Just kidding, I'm not done with February, and my memory card has been found. Mason's blessing and Easter has been saved. Mason was blessed in February. February 26th to be exact. We were so excited to finally do it. Tyler asked his dad to bless him (Tyler stood in the circle) and he did a great job. It was a special day with a very cute, almost 5 month old baby. We were really glad that Ty's parents were able to make it out!

After Church we went to my parent's house and had lunch. Thanks everybody for coming. I love my cute little (ha!) happy baby. What did we do without him? I'm trying to remember. Today in the car Jackson was talking to Mason and said, "You make our life so fun!" So true.

Sunday, May 06, 2012

More February

Oh, according to the date stamp on my pictures I have more pictures from February. Our cousins from Nebraska were able to come see us for a morning. We were sad that they were there for their Grandma's funeral, but so happy to be able to see them and hang out in our house. Jackson and Hayden were waiting impatiently outside - in the cold, for their cousins to drive up.

Sweet Norah and Mason! We can't wait to see her with her new sister.

They are such goofs. I don't know if we got a "good" one.

Miss you guys! Can't wait to see you again!

Some Pictures - From Valentine's Day

I am determined to catch up with my life - I might have lost a whole memory card though, and it's making me sick - but here are some pictures that I did download. Grandma Jones sent us shirts for Valentine's and, big shocker, I haven't posted them yet, so here we go.

Mason's fat chin and cheeks are covering the word "heart" which I didn't notice until just now. I love my cute little valentines.

It was our 10th anniversary 2 days later, Feb 16th. We didn't take any pictures, but we did go out to dinner. Here's a picture from 10 years ago. Man time flies.

February - done.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

J's B-day

Jackson turned 7 in January. SEVEN! I'm the worst Mom ever because I've never given him a "friend" party. I always make sure that he has a special day though. This year I let him stay home from school and go to Chuck E Cheese with his brothers. They had a blast and they love it there. Then we had a party with my family at my Mom's. It was a great day. Needless to say I felt really really bad when I found invitations that Jackson drew himself - he drew about 20 over Christmas and they all had reindeer on them. He made a list of everyone to invite, what kind of cake he wanted, what frosting he wanted, what games he wanted to play at his party, etc. I promise I will get over the fact that planning any kind of event makes me have anxiety attacks that require several Xanex. I will not crush his hopes and dreams next year and hopefully he'll have an amazing 8th birthday party - with friends. Eeek. Good thing he was satisfied with his family and Chuck this year.

Mason had a god time too. :)

Christmas

Yes, Yes. I am blogging about Christmas. I am that far behind. Let's just pretend I'm not, shall we? Mr. and Mrs. Claus came to visit one of our Christmas parties. The boys couldn't believe it.

They were the cutest wise men for the nativity. The baby was supposed to be baby Jesus, but he had to eat during the Christmas story reenactment, so his position was filled by the understudy - a much older baby girl.

It is a Christmas tradition that my dad dresses up as a visitor that just came from the North Pole and recites some Christmas poems that his grandpa made up. The poems (and my dad) are hilarious and we love them.

Hayden knew it was his grandpa and he wanted to give him a big hug before he/the crazy visitor left.

They boys playing the bells.

It was exciting to have Christmas morning at our new house. I made the boys go to Church before opening presents. We actually slept in and there really wasn't time to open them before 9:00 a.m. Church. They were so excited when they got home.

Look at the brotherly love!

The hit of this Christmas: A Clone Trooper helmet and a General Grevous helmet.

We had a great Christmas!

Jackson"s Quote Wall of Fame

1.10 "Mom! I figured it out! White is the same color as milk and snow!"
10.27.09 - "Mom, why do you do what you do-ed when you did, (pause) what you did?" (Translation - Why do you always do that?)
7.23.09 - When we were in Michigan Grandma Jones asked about the talk I gave on Sunday. She said, "Shelly what was your talk on?" Without looking up from his dinner Jackson said, "It was on a piece of paper."
"Ugh, I am fwustwated! You guys stop laughing at me." (Talking to me and Ty)
"Mom, what happens if we don't have arms?"
"Mom, what happens if we don't have lips?"
"Mom, what happens if we don't have uvulas?"
"Mom, I have an infection in my throat. It's behind my uvula."
Whenever Hayden is being reprimanded or sent to time out Jackson asks, "Mom, are you happy at me?" or he says, "Mom, I am a good boy."
"Daddy, I'm going to get you two earings and a nice dress because you are a girl."
While crying Jackson said, "Mom, I have tears coming out. I'm just going to let them fall, they will just dry."
"Mom, did I pop out of your belly button?"
"Mommy, did you know Santa loves me?"
After I put Jackson to bed he came out and said, "Mom. Stop making noises! I can't sleep. No spraying (I had been pre-treating laundry with shout) or talking, or wrestling, or just, like, playing with dad." And then he huffed back to his room.
"Ow, Mom! I hurt my leg. Now I won't be so stinkin cute!"
"Dad, I want you to read me stories. You big fat pig!"
Jackson: "Mom, I'm going to lick you." Me: "Do NOT lick me." Jackson: "Do you want me to put a candy corn up your nose?" (As if those two things are related. Don't lick, therefore, stick candy corns up my nose.)
"Daddy sits in dog poo and does his homework. HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE"
(While we were driving in the car) Mom! I have to go potty! Can I pee on the car?
I'm just a leeeeeeeetle bit mad, not a lot mad, just a leeeeeeeeetle bit.
"The Holy Ghost has three holes."
"No! Don't kill the fly! He doesn't want to be killed! He wants to be alive!" Me: "Jackson, I'm going to kill the fly. It's in my house and they're gross." Jackson: "I will just squish the spiders." Me: "If you get to squish the spiders, I get to kill the flies." Jackson: "Ok."
Me: "Jackson, I love you." Jackson: "You're welcome. I love you too."
Jackson: "Is your tooth all gone?' Me: "Yes." (I had to get a tooth pulled) Jackson:"I will just be a Dentist so that I can just put your tooth back in for you." (Won't that be the greatest day of my life, when my son becomes a dentist? Then he can really help me when I'm old and all my teeth have even more major problems.)
Jackson: "I love you now Mommy, but I didn't love you at the store."
Me: "Tell you father not to be ridiculous." Jackson: "Don't be a dickless."
Jackson came down the hall with a blanket tied around him like a cape. "Mom, I have a cape! Will you help me fly?" Two minutes later, "Mom! I need help!" (He still wasn't flying.)
"I need blue floss so my teeth won't fall out."
"I ate all my sugary junk."
Almost every night when Jackson is going to bed he stalls by asking, "Mom can I watch a show with you? Can I watch Dancing Through The Stars?"
"Can I have my own Marshmallow Maybes?" ( I have told him a thousand times that it is "Mateys")
Grandpa Jones came over and saw our new couches. Jackson informed him that, "Your bum goes here!" and pointed to a spot on the couch.
While looking at himself in the mirror Jackson said, "You are my best friend."
As we were reading a book about the Great Barrier Reef by Australia Jackson said, "You go there with Daddy tomorrow and Grandma Jones will watch me." (Don't I wish?)
While pointing the remote at Ty: "I turned you into a TV!"
After I spiked Jackson's hair he looked into the mirror and said, "I look like a porcupine!"
Phrases Jackson says every day: "Would that be sound good?" and "What color is the (his) poo?"
While walking from our car to our house, a dog was running around on the grass and started running toward Jackson. He screamed the loudest high-pitch scream ever uttered by a child and then yelled, "Mommy, Mommy!" while running to me. After we made it into the house Jackson said (while crying), "I'm scared of dogs. I just like cats."
Jackson: "You are a cookie. I'm going to eat you all gone." Shelly: "No you are a cookie" J: "(Gasp) I am not a cookie! I don't go in the oven!"
Jackson to Tyler: "Turn around, leave, and never come back."
"Awwwww, you are my precious mommy."
"You are a pineapple. I'm going to eat you up."
"I have to go on a mission at church. I have to leave. You can't come. Don't cry mom."
Jackson: "I want to go to the Trampolines (Jump On It)!" Me: "We'll go when you're potty trained." J: "I don't want my potty train!"
"Good job mom. You good job jobber. You're a great job." (Apparently I've been emphasizing "good job" lately.)
"I'm a sad little monkey. I need my grandma."
Jackson: "On Christmas we will celebrate Jesus's Birthday and he will need a party hat."
(Jackson was talking about the Book, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas") Jackson: "And the Grinch tried to steal their stuff." Me: "We don't steal things, do we?" Jackson: "Do we play nicely with the Grinch?"
(Jackson was hopping on the floor like a frog instead of eating dinner) Me: "Eat your food frog!" Jackson: "Eat your mommy! Ribbit."
"You've got to be kidding me guys!"
"Do dogs eat dog poo?"
Me: Do you want a party with Grandma and Grandpa? Jackson: No I want to party with Santa.

Hayden is Talking

2.4.11 "He is being a goofpants." (talking about Jackson)
2.4.11 "He is being a slow coach." (Also talking about Jackson - and his ability to get ready for bed.)
12.8.10 "Mom, did you go to a baby shower?" Me: "Yes." H: "Did you put the baby in the shower?!"
6.10 "Mom, it is indescribable because it's not describable."
Hayden: "Mom, what are you reading?" Me: "Fablehaven." Hayden: GASP "Like me?" Me: "What do you mean?" Hayden: "FableHAYDEN!"
1.10 Me: "Hayden your brother is hyper!" Hayden: "Is he going to go to hyperspace?"
When I put Hayden down for a nap I always tell him not to break the rules (which are basically no getting out of bed). The other day he came out of his room after taking a nap and said, "Mom. I fixed the rules. They aren't broke." (aka - he went right to sleep and didn't get out of bed.)
8.16.09 "Mom, are you done being a cranky pants?:
When Hayden was mad at me he said, "AAAAAH! I want to BONK you on de HEAD!" And he did.
Mommy: "Hayden, where do we go pee pee?" Hayden: "On . . . the . . . FLOOR! Hahahahaha."
"It stinks like a horse!"
"What's up, sir?"
"I have a question for you! What is happening?"
"Mom, can I be nakie for a minute?"
"Mom, sing Alladin" (I'm translating) Me: "You sing Alladin" (A whole new world) Hayden: "Ok. Go Laddi, Go Laddi, Go Laddi."
Tonight Jackson found the big dipper in the sky and said, "Look! The big dipper!" To which Hayden said, "Star! No Dip!"
"More Kistal (Crystal) Light!" I'm trying to replace my Diet Dr. Pepper with something, and apparently he's caught on to what it is.
"No sceeeming (screaming) Hyrum! (Those of you in my ward might know who he was yelling this at.)
Belly Button = "Buddy Button"
Hayden came with me to practice the organ. He stood up on the bench ( which he knows he is not suppossed to do) Then, with a huge smile on his face, he said, "Naughty!"
Jackson had to go potty and I told him to show Hayden how to do it. He was standing up and when he started to go pee pee Hayden said the most enthusiastic, "Oh Wow!" I've ever heard him say.

Notes from the Life of a Dysfunctional Housewife