Friday, December 30, 2005

Trevor's Birthday

So, my digital camera takes video, and Google will host video. See if these clinks work for you. When you're done, click back to get back to the blog.

Happy Birthday to Trevor!

Tantrum :(

Trevor opens a Present!

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Up the stairs, down the stairs...Stories of Multi-Level Living

Monday morning, Devin woke me up about 5:45 AM. I got up to check on him, but before I could get out of our room, I tried to find Trevor. He'd gone to sleep by my side of the bed, but at 5:45 in the morning, I could not find him.

So, I made a detour at Devin's room. Instead of going in to check on him, I went down the stairs, quite literally. I fell pretty hard on my backside, smacked the wall and grabbed the railing. My arms are sore, and I'm a little bruised!

Daddy came running out of the bedroom, and I told him "I'm OK! I just fell! Where's Trevor? I can't find Trevor!" Daddy said, "he's in our room." pretty calmly. I had already looked there, so I was sure he was wrong. I continued to the basement, did a quick search of the main floor, and then double checked our room. He was still asleep on the floor on my side of the bed.


We went to a bowling alley today. We didn't know that it was bowling alley until we went inside. It's called esKape Entertainment Center. I don't know how we were supposed to know it was a bowling alley. Trevor wanted to bowl. But, Daddy told him that he's not really old enough. Neither Daddy nor I could really fathom how the four of us could bowl. So, we left with a howling Trevor. Devin was just happy to be Devin.

We went on our way, and along the way, I asked Trevor how old he is going to be tomorrow. He told me...

...old enough to bowl.

I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Devin's Language Acqusition Progress

OK, to recap, Devin's first word was Yay, Yay, and it normally accompanied by clapping. About the same time, he started saying Uh-Oh.

He does not say Yay, Yay any more. He'll clap sometimes, though.

He still says uh-oh.

In the past week, he has added:
Dada (also DA!!)
Bye-Bye (which is accompanied with a wave of the hand.)

He's always made these noises, but they were babbling. Now, he seems to be calling me Mama, and calling Daddy Dada (or DA!!) and saying Bye-Bye when he leaves, or when I'm leaving him.

Did I mention that Devin's big claim to fame is that he gets cuter every day? Every minute probably. I suppose I'm partial. He woke up with a HUGE booger on his forehead, and I couldn't help but think it was the cutest thing ever.

Saturday, December 17, 2005


Daddy needed a new hard drive, so we planned a trip to CDW. Trevor wanted to go to the local mall, and he was getting a little upset that we weren't heading that way. So, I told him, here's the plan, "we're going to go to CDW, and then we might get some lunch, and then after that, we'll just see where the day takes us." A few minutes later, he says back to me, "So, here's the plan, mommy..."

He basically repeated everything I said. Except...

Instead of CDW, he said we would be going to DVDW.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Houston is huge...

Texas is huge...

Traffic in Houston is huge...

Why are the parking spaces so small?

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Kaizen Houston

No Trevor or Devin story tonight. I'm in Houston, and Daddy is home with the boys. I don't get to talk long to Daddy because they boys are being fed, they want to stop being fed, or one or both are poopy. But, Daddy seems to be handling it just fine. I'm very proud of him.

We're in Houston for Kaizen training. We being me and 11 other Cardinal employees from different business units. Kaizen is a Japanese word that I think means something like continuous improvement. After this training, I think that I will be a Kaizen master, and I may be expected to lead 4 Kaizen events per year and save the company $50K with each event. It ought to be interesting if they really expect this of me.

Being a Japanese thing that I'm studying and being in Houston, it was fitting that I chose a Japanese restaurant tonight with a Mexican Sushi chef.

It was really good sushi, too. Much better than Dominick's makes...

Sunday, December 04, 2005


Trevor's new word.

I guess I've got to watch my mouth!

He said it while we were in Wynona at the school park, and he said it again today at Target. I asked him where he heard it, and he told me that I said it at the Wynona School Park. I guess it's true. Once he said "Dammy-it" I told Daddy and Vikki that Trevor just said "Dammy-it." So, I guess I did say "Dammy-it," but Trevor said it first.

Tired Trevor

When I got home from work of Friday, Trevor was asleep on the couch. He woke up pretty quickly, though. We were watching Super-size Me, the documentary about the man who eats at McDonald's every day every meal for 30 days and whose health deteroriates significantly.

This was so confusing to Trevor. He wanted to go eat at McDonald's, but he seemed to sense that wasn't what the show was really about.

I made dinner at home, and we all sat down to eat. Trevor ate a few bites of his food, and then said, "I'm too tired to eat." He got down and came over to me and said, "Can I go to bed?" It was about an hour before bedtime. I got him ready for bed, tucked him in, and said goodnight. This never, never, never happens. Bedtime without a fight rarely happens. Going to bed all on his own was downright incredible!

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Snow Plow

Tonight, we have enough snow on the ground for the plows to make it out to our neighborhood. Trevor is a big fan of big trucks, so I told Trevor to come and look, fast, fast, fast!

About the truck, he said, "it has thunder, and it has lightning."

The thunder was because it was loud. The lightning was either sparks on the road, or the warning flashing light.

We think Trevor is clever, clever, clever...


Christmas is an exciting time, and the beginning of the season at our house is when the tree goes up. When Trevor and Devin can put the tree up and hang the lights, that will be such a joyous time. But, for now, with all the excitement and the boxes, it's a little stressful for the parents and a little overstimulating for the kids. That overstimulation leads to bad behavior...jumping on the couch, throwing decorations, stuff like that. Of course, that leads to time-outs.

Tonight, he got two time-outs. For the second one, he jumped on the couch for the 80th time, and I told him he may as well get on his time-out stool. Daddy pointed to the stool and said, "go on. Go." To my surprise, he got on the stool.

After getting he situated, he said, "This is really not working for me." I asked, "why?" He responded, "it's just old." I asked, "well, what will work for you now?"

"A blue airplane," he answered.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

I was just wondering...

Trevor came downstairs this morning, and he came over to me and said...

"I was wondering about breakfast..."

Wondering about. It's a new thing he says for now.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Trip to Oklahoma

Our trip to Oklahoma was awfully eventful.

We left on the Saturday before Thanksgiving, and took the long way through Iowa and Kansas City. It took an extra 4 or 5 hours, but we took 3 days to get there, so it was a pleasant drive. We're thinking next time, we'll take the long way via the Grand Canyon. I've never been there before.

On Sunday, we stopped at the Ameristar Casino in Kansas City.
Ameristar Casino

They had an onsite baby-sitting service:

And, I don't know for sure if Trevor and Devin had fun, but they should have! I wish I could say the eventfulness started here, but it did not. We lost a little, but not a lot, of money. We travlled on and stopped in Emporia, Kansas. My dad went to school here for a time, in his younger days, at Emporia State University.
Emporia State University
I even applied to graduate school here. Between Emporia and Wynona, there is nothing. Nothing but brown grass, a few trees, some cows. We had to leave our route to get gas! But, that's not really the eventfulness, either.

We got to my parent's house on Monday for the beginning of our pleasant visit. I was surprised to see my brother-in-law, William, at my parent's house. I thought he would be there later in the week to get Vikki and his girls and return back to Arkansas. But, they are living with Mom and Dad right now. Logan and Jena are so stinkin' cute. Jena is a 2 and half months younger than Devin, but she is already taking a few steps. But, she doesn't have the perfect teeth that Devin does. He has 12 teeth now!

In the evening before we left mom and dad's house for the hotel, Devin got sick all over me. We cleaned up as best we could and left. As soon as we got to the hotel, but before we checked in, he got sick again. Before the next morning, he got sick about 8 more times. Trevor got sick about 3 times. Trevor getting sick was a big, yucky surprise!

Back at Mom and Dad's house, Devin was clingy and not very outgoing. Trevor was mostly all better, and he had oh, so much fun with Logan. He really does seem to like Logan. But, he also likes to push her down and take toys from her, and hit her a lot.

Before the visit was over, Devin got sick one more time, this time, in the car. It certainly gave us a good opportunity to clean the carseat! What fun. Then, he got the first signs of a cold on Thanksgiving day. We left the following day after a night of next to no sleep. Devin had asthma symptoms, so I called our pediatrician from the car. I wanted them to call in a prescription for prednisolone and albuterol with a aerochamber. They told me I had to take him to the ER. Honestly, that was not what I wanted to hear, so I hung up on that nurse, asked the Prius car to find the nearest hospital. Hats off to Craig General Hospital in Vinita, Ok.
Craig General Hospital

They apologized for taking so long, but we got in and out of there quicker than most trips to the pediatrician's office! The doctor listened to his breathing, and he didn't think it sounded too bad. He was wrong. His asthma was bad. He didn't hear much because he wasn't moving too much air. That's my feeling anyway. But, they gave him a breathing treatment, and a prescription for...
...prednisolone and albuterol with an aerochamber.

We stopped at that Wal-mart I had wanted my pediatrician to call in a prescription to, and we got what I wanted them to prescribe, and we continued on our way.

When I was a kid, if you did something goofy, people would say, "They're gonna send you to Vinita!" I guess there's a mental hospital somewhere in Vinita, or at least, there used to be. I can't drive through Vinita without thinking I might be a little crazy...
Eastern State Hospital

Ok, that's the end of the eventfulness.

For Thanksgiving, we went to my Grandma's house. Let me see if I can count who showed up:
Aunt Barbara, Uncle Bill and Linda, Sabrina and her three kids, Harry and Claudette and 2 of their 4 kids came to Grandma's, some little girl named Monica (not related to me), Will and Candace, Vikki and William and their two kids, me and Daddy and Trevor and Devin, Mom and Dad, Amy and Larry and their three kids (Rachel is going to OSU studying biochemistry, smart girl!) and Leann brought her fiance. Now, they don't have a date set, and I didn't see a ring, so they're really just boyfriend and girlfriend, but I didn't mention that to them. Also, Joann showed up. How many is that? Hmmm, a lot? A Houseful? 31 or so? I'm going to round up tp 40 because I'm sure more people dropped by later.

I think that's about it.

Dad made a turduckin (A Turkey stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken, stuffed with stuffing) and it was darned good! I only had the turkey part, because I'm a traditional sort of gal, but I think it was the most moist turkey I ever had. I think the duck contributed to that. Dad also made stuffing, sweet potatoes that weren't overly candied (very good) and noodles. The noodles were a tragedy. After drying on the table for 3 days, Dad told Stephanie to turn off the noodles. She thought he said turn up the noodles. She put them on high and burned them. They tasted like black smoke. Darned Stephanie...

After lunch, Vikki watched out kids, and we went to the Hominy Casino with mom, Sindy and William. We didn't win, but we didn't lose. The Hominy Casino is in an old underwear factory. It's really not a bad place to spend a couple of hours. It is just a few hundred feet from the prison, but that didn't seem to be a problem.

After the Hominy Casino, Sindy suggested we go to the Pawhuska casino. We dropped off mom and William, and we headed north. The Pawhuska casino is in two double wide trailers. It was really bad smokey, and they only had slot machines. I won't be going back there. No, not me... Quad wide trailer casino, though. Everyone should go at least once, if they are ever in the area. Man, I wish I would have gotten a picture of that casino.

Million Dollar Elm
Their website doesn't reference their little Osage County Casinoes. Makes me wonder...are they ashamed of them or what?
History of the Million Dollar Elm Franchise"

Where is he?

This is just silly, but I thought it was cute.

Daddy got Trevor up the other day while we were in Oklahoma, and he took him to the bathroom. I heard Trevor say while he was in there, "Where is my little Devin?"

Devin James

When anyone asks Trevor his name, he answers, "Trevor Roth" (although Roth sounds more like Roff).

Now, if he's asked his brother's name, he answers "Devin James Roth." This might be one of those you-had-to-be-there moments, but if you use your imagination, it's really adorable.

I think he calls him Devin James is because I sing a song that goes like this:
Night, Night Devin
Night, Night, My Little Devin James
Night, Night Devin
It's time to go to sleep.

Is it a knife or an ife?

At breakfast one day last week, Trevor asked for an "ife" so that he could cut his sausage. Daddy tried to correct him. He said, say "NNNNN-ife". Trevor said "MMMMM-ife."

Then last night, he was sitting in the kitchen while I was cutting things up for dinner. I was using a large knife. He said, "Oh, Mommy, that's a big ife."

Friday, November 18, 2005

Devin's Favorites

Sorting toys like this:

Bottles of Milk






Trevor's Current Favorite Show of all Time"

Go, Diego, Go

His favorite character: Baby Jaguar.

Things he wants:

Little Tykes BC Builder I-Fell Tower

Rescue Helicopter

Bring Home the Bacon

I think I've mentioned before how telling Trevor I have to go to work to bring home the bacon sometimes keeps him calm on those days when he doesn't want me to go to work. Today, he and his brother and dad came and got me for lunch. On the way back, he told me that he didn't want me to go back to work. The reason...the bacon would just spoil.

For posterity...

When Trevor was little up until he was probably 18 months old, whenever he was tired, he would rub our fingernails. It was the sweetest thing. He stopped doing it around the time Devin arrived.

After a while, I noticed that I missed having my fingernails rubbed. But, a few months after Devin started taking a bottle, he started touching our fingernails, too. He is a little more aggressive, and he sometimes uses his nails to inflict a little pain by pushing into our cuticles. It's still sweet, though. He likes to touch our fingernails for comfort, and he'll do it not only when he's tired, but whenever he gets a bottle.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005


I went Christmas shopping for my nieces and nephews on Monday. For Austin, I found a Merlin game. It's smaller and less likely than the original to be used as a deadly weapon, but it certainly brings on the nostalgia.

One thing I really like about the toys of today is that batteries are usually included. Not only does this let you try the electric toys in the store, I'm sure it also drives toy story and toy aisle workers completely batty.

Anyway, this Merlin came with batteries, and even though it's still in it's package, Trevor plays with it whenever he can. I'm thinking I'll have to get him his own Merlin for Christmas. He likes to turn it on and push the buttons. When he turns it on, the little machine says "I AM MERLIN, SELECT GAME." When he pushes the number buttons, it says, "SELECT GAME. SELECT GAME. SELECT GAME."

Yesterday, Trevor said, "My favorite is Select Game!" Not the Magic Box game, not the tic tac toe game, not the echo game. The select game. That's Trevor's favorite.

Great Job!

This morning after Trevor went potty, I was looking for his socks. I found them under the footstool that he uses to get on the toilet.

When I said, "oh, here they are" Trevor started jumping up and down saying (very enthusiastically) "Great Job, Great Job, Great Job!!"

Kids are good for your self-esteem.

Friday, November 04, 2005


Tigger Devin!

Trevor and Milena at the Halloween Parade

Toilet Paper Mummy Pooh Trevor

All around this tree over here...

Roman, the Punk Rocker

Fox News in the Morning

Trevor has been having some real issues with going places lately. He just wants to stay home and watch Dora the Explorer, or just stay home. He really seems very opposed to going to daycare. Yesterday, he had a meltdown, crying so much at the thought of going to daycare that he actually threw up a little.

At one point, he said, "I want to stay home and watch Fox News!"

The morning before, he told me he wanted to watch a movie, and I told him that "we only watch the news in the mornings."

He's 2 going on 3, but he sure is trying to figure out how to play his mommy! Everything worked out, finally. I asked him if he wanted to take some special cars with him, and I told him he would be able to play cars with Ayden and Patrick. His teacher told me that he's close with these little boys. He and Ayden were in the same infant room, and they were mischeivous together in the infant room, too.

On Potty Training, I think it's going pretty well. We've established a "Trevor Good Boy Jar" and I put pennies in the jar when he's good and take pennies when he's bad. Good is going potty without getting wet first, flushing the toilet, and washing his hands. Bad is stepping on Devin. When he gets to the first level on the Trevor Good Boy Jar, we'll get him a toy he's been wanting. Right now, he really wants a Rescue Helicopter he saw in Target a couple of days ago.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Serious Potty Training

We are seriously on the road to potty training Trevor now. It's a milestone. It's a challenge. If one thing goes wrong, pee will end up all over me, Trevor and Devin. That's a given.

It's going to be fun.

Summary of Day One:
Trevor had 4 accidents in the morning, then went about 4 hours accident free. We went to a Halloween party at Trevor's daycare about 2:30, and with all the marching and trick or treating, he had an accident around 4, again in the car on the way home, and once at home. I've told him that Dora the Explorer, Thomas the Train, Spiderman, Mommy, Daddy, Leap, and Trevor all like dry pants. Now, when I ask him, "who likes dry pants?" he usually answers, "ME!" If I ask who likes wet pants, he'll answer, "not me." Not even Swiper the fox likes wet pants (he's a mildly evil character from Dora the Explorer, Trevor's current favorite show of all times.)

Today, after going potty first thing, I tried to put a pull up on him since he's going to daycare today. He wanted underwear. And, he wore them about 30 minutes with no accidents. I'm really proud of him. He may be ready for toilet training now. Last Friday at McDonald's, he asked Daddy to take him to the bathroom. He's never done that before!

Friday, October 28, 2005

It's my blog, and I'll post what I want to...

Two nights ago, Devin ate a cookie, a banana, a whole cup of pasta and probably 1/2 cup of milk. He's not normally such a good eater...

The cookie was interesting. Daddy had given Trevor a cookie, and he was holding Devin while eating a cookie himself. I got home from work, and I took Devin from Daddy. He said something about Devin wanting a cookie and just then, Devin made it known that he did, in fact, want a cookie. When I took him from Daddy, he looked at the cookie and really let me know he was frustrated. I immediately got him his own cookie. Now, normally, he spills a lot on the floor. There were no cookie crumbs on the floor, though.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Trevor's tummy

This is a letter to the future Trevor:

One day in a store, you told me that you wanted some snacks, but then you mentioned your tummy would get big if you ate too many, and we didn't get those snacks. I thought you probably got this idea in daycare. I decided I would use this idea to help you understand why sometimes, it's not good to eat two cookies, or 4 pieces of candy. Sometimes, I even use this idea to explain you need to have some water instead of milk to drink. You love milk right now.

But, there are times when you eat dinner, and then you ask, "Is my tummy not big?" I say back to you that your tummy is just right. But, then you ask, "is my tummy small?" and I try to answer back that your tummy is just right. But, you seem to want me to say that your tummy is small, so I tell you that your tummy is small, which it is. And, that is just right.

I really want you to make healthy choices about food so that you grow up big and strong and healthy! I don't care how big or small your tummy is. I'm really just trying to be a good mommy and teach you how to make good choices. I hope I'm getting it right with this big tummy/small tummy thing.

Lots of love,


Last night, we had pasta with marinara. After Trevor ate ALL of his pasta, he said to me. "More Pasta, more milk." I said, OK. I got him more pasta. Then, he told me, "Put it in the refrigerator for later." He says this of all of his leftovers, no matter what they are. But, this is the first time he's requested food so that he would have something in the refrigerator for later!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Concussion maker

If Devin never goes to the ER with a concussion, it will be a miracle. Last night, Trevor pushed him over twice. Both times, although his butt was on the area rug, he landed so the back of his head hit the hardwood floor. After the first time, I gave Trevor a time out. After, I told him that if Devin is frustrating him, he needs to tell me to "get Devin," and I will come and get Devin out of the way.

After that, if Devin was on the floor, Trevor said, "Mommy, Get Devin!!" I wasn't quick enough one time, so Trevor pushed him a second time. He got another time out. Daddy thinks my idea of Trevor telling mommy to get Devin is below average and unworkable. We haven't got another solution at this point, though...

New friend

New neighbors moved in next door yesterday. They have a 2 year old who's just a little younger than Trevor. When I drove up, he and his new friend were happily playing in the leaves in the front yard. When I got out of the car, Trevor ran up and said, "Hi Mommy!" I asked if he found a new friend, and he said "yeah!" enthusiastically. I said "what's his name?" He said (just as enthusiastically) "I don't know!" Then he suggested (again with the enthusiasm) "I guess we should go find out!" Funny, funny, funny.

Thrifty Trevor

Trevor is a very thrify boy. Lately, when he's done eating, but food is left on his plate, he asks us to put the leftovers in the refrigerator "for later." We put away some pasta last night "for later," and unfortunately, this morning, I knocked the bowl out of the fridge and it broke. Trevor cried, "I want my pasta!" He got out of his chair and started coming my way. I think his intention was to come over and get his pasta!

If I try to throw out the last few bites of his meal, he throws a fit. "Put it in the refrigerator for later!" he insists. Sometimes, I have to sneak the garbage into the trash!

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Happy Birthday Devin


Happy 1 year old...

What? Is this for eating? I'm in my eating chair...

AAAACCCCHHHHH! (This is the animal basketball game from Granma and Granpa Roth...perfect gift for our budding athlete!)

Cutest baby, ever!

QUIT DISTRACTING MY BABY (said Daddy to Mommy)

The truth of Devin's Birthday...

AH! The perfect gift for Trevor!

Cake? I don't want no stinking cake!

Poor little tyke is tired!

Trevor likes cake, and if Devin's shirt is going to be off, so is his!

Seriously, he's tired...

(actually, he had gotten a little cough the day before, he was a little wheezy when this picture was taken, and he got worse throughout the night. I took him to the doctor first thing the next day with some serious asthma!)

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Doo Thing

Trevor has a Doo thing. It can be a stick, some legos put together in a row, or his finger. He points his doo thing at you and says, "doo, doo, doo, doo" sorta like a futuristic type gun. Devin has a doo thing, too. Here it is:

Monday, October 10, 2005

Yay, yay Part II

This is Devin's reaction to me saying "yay, yay!"

Higglytown Heroes

Trevor gets all of his best ideas from the Higglytown Heroes (from the Disney Channel). They play two episodes a day, and he insists on watching both episodes most days. Sometimes, he wants to watch them more than once, but we've learned to say no. Too much TV can't be good for Little Trevor. Anyway, they have an episode where the Higgly kids jump in leaves. Yesterday, Trevor asked me if it was Leaf Day. So, I raked what I could into a pile, and we've had great fun (except for Devin) jumping in the leaves. Here are some pictures.

Thursday, October 06, 2005


Devin is starting to act like he can and will hold his bottle. Daycare told us yesterday that he held his bottle, and we saw him do it once last night and once today. He turns one in just a few days, and he'll be losing the bottle soon after that. For a moment this morning as he held his bottle, I thought, he can keep it awhile. But, I don't really think so. He's moving on to the sippy cup. He's a much more compliant baby than Trevor ever was when it comes to these milestone. He's even been pacifier free since August.

Monday, October 03, 2005


On Saturday, I was singing Clementine to Devin. It made Trevor sad. He pouted, cried a little bit, and he told me was sad. So, I stopped singing. Later that day, he was singing it himself, but he mixed it up a little singing,
Oh my darlin'
Everything's gonna be all right
Oh my darlin'
Everything's gonna be all right.

Then he somehow started singing about Devin to the tune of Clementine. I had not learned my lesson apparently, because I started singing the correct words to Clementine except that I substituted Devin's name for Clementine's. It went something like this:
Oh my darlin, oh my darlin, oh my darlin Devin James
You are lost and gone forever
Oh my darlin Devin James

Even though Devin was sitting in plain sight, Trevor was inconsolable at the thought of Devin being lost and gone forever...

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Seems Like...

Trevor has lately been saying things like, "what seems to be the problem here?" And, "It seems like it's raining outside."

He's really a brilliant little mockingbird.

Last night, he was wearing his fireman hat and said, "what seems to be the problem here?" I was a little confused, but daddy set me straight by saying, "oh, no that chair is on fire!" Fireman Trevor put out the fire and asked again, "what seems to be the problem here?" I told him the papasan chair was on fire, and he said "no, it's not." I told him Daddy's feet were on fire, but he didn't believe that either.

Anyway, Trevor was a Higglytown Hero for putting out that first little pretend fire.

Oh, speaking of pretend...I tried to get him to go back to sleep last night by offering him a pretend didn't work. He said, "no, mommy piggy, not a pretend snack." Brilliant, brilliant boy. that spelled right?

The boys


Pictures of the Boys


I don't know why, but lately, Trevor, Daddy and I have all become animals. A lot of the time, we're parrots (Mommy Parrot, Trevor Parrot, Daddy Parrot) last night, Daddy was Daddy Dinosaur once. Piggy was just recently added. I don't like being Mommy Piggy, but I have no choice. I think he even called me mommy Piggy in his sleep last night. Sleepy Baby Piggy needed a snack or a drink, and mommy Piggy needed to get it for him.

I don't know where this comes from. He's probably just a young creative genius.

Yay, Yay

Devin is still clapping, but now, I only have to say, "Yay, Yay" and he starts clapping and saying "yay, yay." I would venture so far to say that "yay" is his first word. His second word is uh-oh. He says that a lot, especially if we say it first.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Clouds come in all shapes and sizes

Trevor was pointing out could shapes the other day. There was a car shaped cloud, a donut-shaped bridge shaped cloud, and my favorite...

the cloud that was shaped like a wine bottle!

Monday, September 19, 2005

Clapping Hands

Devin has started clapping his hands. For awhile, I thought he was clapping on command, but I realized last night that it's really me clapping on command. He claps, I clap back, he claps again. Who's teaching who? Devin is teaching mommy.

I have an idea

We were going out and about yesterday, and my plan was for us to stop at Culver's for lunch. When Trevor asked where we were going, we told him that we were going to Culver's for lunch. He didn't want to do that. So, he said, "I have an idea. Let's go...

...someplace else!

Now, here we go tricky. Daddy was the trickiest. I can't remember exactly what he said, but he got Trevor to say, "I have an idea...let's go to Culver's for lunch." Daddy is a tricky, clever daddy.


Trevor has taken to calling himself Shark lately. In third person.

"Mommy, Shark needs a drink."

"Mommy, Shark doesn't want to go potty."

Or, Rooster.

Knock, Knock, Knock. "Rooster is cold." Knock, Knock, Knock. He was knocking, and I just wasn't letting him in.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Little Man

Last night at dinner as we were walking into the restaurant, I said to Trevor, "Come on, Little Man!"

He responded something like, "Let's go, big Man!" I mumbled something about "Big Woman" and decided to just let it go...

Great and Son, Moon and Stars

Sometimes, I ask Trevor, "How much do you love me?" He always answers, "Great!" Similarly, if I ask him, "Do you know how much I love you?" he answers, "Great!"

I also like to tell him that I like having him as my son. He always calls me the Moon, then. The other day, we decided Daddy is the Stars. Devin is our other son, of course.

Of course you can

"Can I have a drink of your milk?" I ask.

"Of course you can," Trevor responds. He's all grown up...

We went to dinner last night, and we had talked about going to Target after to get Trevor a new car. We decided it was just too late, so we went home instead. On the way home, he was pretty upset. We kept saying that he might be able to get that car tomorrow, and he would say, "But, I want a new car!" Finally, he said, "I want Granma and Granpa!" This really happened. Not making it up for the relatives in far away places. Then I asked if Memaw and Papa would work since they're coming for a visit soon. He said they would work. But, then he said he didn't want Granma and Granpa and Memaw and Papa to come to his house for a visit. Then, the conversation turned back to riding on little birds, and how it hurts them so it's not a very good idea. Ostriches and Emu were OK to ride on. Ducks, maybe...

Then, the car was forgotten.

I haven't talked to his dad, yet today though. I'm betting he ended up getting that new car.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005


Well, lately Trevor has been answering, "of course" instead of "yes". I ask, can I have a bite of your pop-tart, he answers, "of course." I only wish that when I ask that he never hits at or sits on Devin again, he would answer "of course" and mean it. He's a bit of a stinker when it comes to being nice to little Devin.

Devin an Trevor seemed are "communicating" lately. Devin says "AHHHHHAHHHH" and Trevor says, "AHHHHHHAHHHHH." Devin squeals, Trevor squeals. Sometimes, mommy and daddy squeal or growls, too. It's fun.

Trevor has been falling asleep on our bedroom floor, then I carry him to bed when I go to bed. He always ends up back on our bedroom floor, though. He usually tries to remember to bring a blanket with him when he makes the return trip. Yesterday, I threw a bunch of clothes on his bedroom floor, and I haven't put them away yet. So, last night, on his return trip, instead of a blanket, he brought one sock, one pair of Devin's pants, a big shirt and a towel. He makes me laugh.

One last story...

We went shopping on Sunday. Devin was riding in the basket, a happy baby for the most part. When I passed by a bin of apples, he must have noticed how easy it would be to reach out and grab one. So, he did. I took it away before he got a bite, but I hope the eventual owner of that apple washes it well. It made it to his mouth. Oh, I also gave him a sample of a "Two-Bite Brownie". (I had one was yummy). I gave him that sample, and then continued to shop without paying too much attention to him (he was buckled in). When I looked at him a couple of minutes later, one bite of that two-bite brownie was eaten, and the other bite was on his mouth, hands, shirt, and the little seat in which he was sitting.

Devin has become an incredibly happy baby. He smiles very easily. He's beautiful when he smiles! He's beautiful all the time, of course, but when he smiles, he's irresistable. His hair is strawberry blonde, emphasis on blonde. And, he's got just a little curl. He hates baths, loves bananas, and refuses to hold a bottle. He's 11 months old; he's never going to hold a bottle. I think it's his way of refusing my desire for him to be independent. He'll feed himself; he goes to sleep at bedtime; he's not going to hold his bottle. He just needs for me to accept that.

Friday, August 26, 2005


This morning, I asked Trevor, "do you know who loves you?" At first, he said, "I don't know." Then I told him to think really hard and take a guess. He finally said that Mommy, Daddy, and Devin love him. We talked about how lucky he was to have us to love him. Then I asked, "does anyone else love you?" And he said, "Granpa!" Then he said, "Granma Roth (Roff) loves me."
Then the applesauce stole his attention. It was cute.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005


Trevor followed me into the bathroom this morning. When I told him that I just needed to get dressed, he said, "Good, then you can open the d (breath) oor, and then you can get me a sn (breath) ack."

The way he said it was pretty funny.

I got him a poptart, and I learned an important lesson. The icing on a poptart fresh from the toaster is blistering hot. Don't touch it.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

8/8/05...Noodle Pop

There's a show on the Disney Channel called the Doodle Bops. Guess what Trevor calls it? Yep...Noodle Pops. Mo is his favorite Noodle Pop.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Devin is awfully cute, too.

He doesn't say the darndest things, yet, but he often does the darndest things! Just now, he crawled into the kitchen, opened one of the cabinets that doesn't have a kid lock, got out a bowl with a handle, and started crawling out of the kitchen. Bang, scrape, bang, scrape, bang, scrape, bang, scrape. (I probably should have gone to get him after the first bang, scrape, but what the heck?)

He makes me laugh.

Little Devin can pull himself easily now, so we moved his crib mattress down a level. That has not stopped him from standing up at night, or when he's done with his naps. He stands at the end of the bed, though, rather than the side. This way, he can yell at us out the door.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

I'm a what?

This morning, Trevor said, I'm a (insert gobbledygook here). I said "you're a what?" He repeated himself.

Then, I finally understood. His Huge Grin helped. "I'm excited!"

OH, lightbulb moment for Mommy!

"What are you excited about?" I asked

"I'm excited about going to MOTOROLA!" he replied.

Then we talked about seeing his friend Anthony. Anthony was "cwimbing" yesterday "with his feet."


Friday, July 15, 2005

Good Daddy

I brought home McDonald's the other day, and I asked Daddy to help me carry it in. When he walked in with the Happy Meals, Trevor said, "you're a good daddy!"

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Maybe someday, you will tell us what you meant...

Trevor used to call horses "Feels". Maybe someday, he will tell us why.

Last night, he looked for his "Pluto" (or "Pwuto") in the refrigerator, then requested his Pluto before he went to sleep. He was a little desperate. He woke up this morning asking for his Pluto, too. We don't quite know what a Pluto is. We thought it might be a little toy we got from McDonald's. Eventually, he seemed content with that. But, I don't think that's what he really wanted. So, maybe someday, we'll find out what "Pluto" was.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Sharing is not easy...

Trevor has a great imagination. He'll drink tea dispensed from my teapot (thumb) in his imaginary cup. Sometimes it's hot chocolate, other times it's coffee.

The other day in the car, he was asking about the teletubbies. "Where's Lala?" he asked. So, we pretended Lala was in our pockets, and we handed the imaginary toys to Trevor. We got through Po, Dipsy, and Tinky Winky, too. Then, I offered an imaginary toy teletubbie to Devin. Trevor objected, "NOOO!"

You know that sharing isn't easy when a kid can't even share an imaginary toy.

Air Conditioner

We have a portable air cleaner in the kitchen. Trevor calls it the air conditioner. Its exhaust creates a pleasant little breeze.

Lately, Trevor has decided that he can use the "air conditioner" to "wash his hands" and other things that get dirty. Maybe this is from hand air dryers in public restrooms. I'm pretty sure it's not something he learned at daycare. Guess we'll never know.

Independence Day

I just remembered...Trevor said the fireworks were "loudly."


Trevor pushed away his water and told me he didn't want it anymore. I asked, "why?"

He replied, "simply because I don't."

I don't even think daycare taught him this.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Where is it?

Last night, Trevor farted. Then he said, "where'd my fart go?"

I'm pretty sure that's what he said. I could have heard him wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's what he said.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005


Trevor has really become very bossy lately. I think it's probably a problem, and I need to start correcting this behavior. This morning, he came into the bathroom as I was drying off from my shower. "Dry your feet!" he commanded. I wasn't sure that's what I heard, so I asked him to repeat himself. He said it again, "dry your feet!"

He was walking around in a tank top and a diaper after my shower. This was a problem for him. "I need pants," he told me about 8 times. But, then he remembered he had some toy cars. He asked where those were, I told him, and the overwhelming need for pants dissipated.

He's also the safety police when we drive. More than once, he's commanded his dad and me to "drive with both hands!"


We went to fireworks displays in three different towns over the Holiday Weekend. Trevor covered his eyes and had his daddy cover his ears in the first place. He took his sunglasses next day, and he stayed awake for most of the show at the last show (definitely the best of the three shows).

After the last display, we were stuck in the parking lot for about 20 minutes. To the east of us, folks by the lake were shooting off pretty good quality fireworks. Every time one went off, Trevor said, "oh, it's starting!" He said this about 28 times, and then fell asleep in the car once we started driving.

Devin did very well at these shows, too. He had a great time crawling around on the blanket and fell asleep during the first two shows. At the last show, though, he fell asleep about 45 minutes before the show, and then woke up. He watched the entire display with great interest and a little squirming.

Friday, July 01, 2005


I picked up Trevor from daycare today. On the way home, we passed by a Holiday Inn Express. He said to me, "that's a hotel." And I replied, "Trevor, you are a very smart boy." He replied back, "You are a very smart girl (pronounced giwrl)."

Then he started talking about Arkansas. We'd gone to Arkansas in early May to visit his Aunt Vikki and her kids. We stayed in a Holiday Inn Express there. So, he told me that Arkansas was very far away.

So, we continued on our way home, and I asked him about his day. I may have misunderstood, but I thought he said something like, and "then you picked me up, and then you pushed me down!" This is not the first time Trevor said I did something that I never did, so I exclaimed that I did not push him down. He insisted, "then you pushed me down" two more times, with me insisting it wasn't true! Finally, he said, "No, Daniel (pronounced den-you) pushed me down!" I guess Daniel wasn't playing too nicely at daycare.


Trevor was walking around naked, getting ready to take a bath. I thought he was saying, "It's pretty wet here," which I thought meant he had pee'd on the floor. He was actually saying, "I have pretty red hair." And he does.

Early and Mid June 2005

We got some Mr. Bubble for Trevor, and he enjoyed a nice kid friendly bubble bath (except for hair and face washing).

After he was done, we asked "where are the bubbles going, Trevor?"

He replied, "They are going to see Uncle William."

We don't know why he would say such a thing, but he's said it more than once. And, we think he means his Aunt Vikki's husband, not my brother.

Sunday, May 15, 2005


I was sitting on the front step holding Devin when Trevor came up to me and told me that I was in a "time-out."

"What did I do?" I asked.

He told me that I had slapped him. This simply wasn't true! Regardless, he insisted that I stay in my time-out.

Friday, May 06, 2005


After taking Trevor to the doctor, I took him back home and was getting ready to go back to work. Trevor told me, "No, Mommy, You are not going back to work." He's been telling what I will and will not do lately. I convinced him it was ok for me to go back to work by telling him that I had to go to work so that I could bring home the bacon.

Daddy called me later and told me that Trevor was feeling better. He had cheekily been telling him that that Mommy had gone to work to get the bacon.


Trevor woke up with a bloody nose, then threw up a bit later. I was worried, so I took him to the doctor. I asked him how he felt on the way to the doctor. He told me, "I just feel like ice water." He had a sippy cup of water at the time. I think that had something to do with it.

Later, I was telling him that I loved him because he was my son. He said, "yeah, I'm a little sun, Devin is a little sun, Mommy is a big sun!"


Trevor was squeezing between a chair and a basket of toys to get his backpack. He rubbed his bottom against the basket, and then said, "Ow...I hurt my pockets."

Monday, April 25, 2005


Trevor was pushing his bike in front of me on the way to the park today. One little part of the sidewalk is messed up where there is a 2 inch rise. After Trevor walked over it, he stopped, looked back, and asked me if I needed help.

I have a sweet, lovely boy.


Walking to the park today (Trevor was pushing his bike) Trevor saw a lawn ornament that was shaped like a little sun. Trevor pointed to it, and called it a "Devin Sun."


Mommy said, "Mommy loves Trevor."

Trevor replied, "Trevor loves popcorn."

Sunday, April 24, 2005


Trevor has 2 stuffed toy monkeys, a little one and a big one. Sometimes, it's Daddy Monkey and Trevor Monkey. Sometimes, he calls the little one baby monkey. But, when we ask "what's the little monkey's name?" He always says, "Little."

Wednesday, April 20, 2005


Trevor loves Rice Krispy Treats. I think part of the draw for him is what he calls them...Christmas Treats.

This morning, he told his dad that he wanted a Christmas treat. His dad told him, "first of all, you need to say please." So, Trevor asked for a Christmas Treat "please." Then dad said, "Secondly, it's Rice Kris-py Treats, not Christmas Treats." He clearly enunciated each syllable. So, Trevor gave it a try, "Rice Christ-mas Treats," clearly enunciating each syllable.

Dad never did get it right.


Trevor got up and went downstairs this morning. In the diaper bag, he found a condom (packed there since our last vacation.) He brought it up to me while I was getting ready for work. I said to him, "what do you have there?" He told me, "it's a fruit snack!"

Later, his dad called me at work because Trevor had woken up from a nap and was convinced I was home somewhere. I told him I was at work, and then I asked where he was. "I'm in Chicago" he tells me. He prounounces it 'cago, but I knew what he meant.


We got a new bike for Trevor. It might be a few centimeters too big for him, but he still really loves it.

He pushed the bike all the way to the park, all the while wearing his bike helmut. Safety First! We asked, "Trevor, do you want to ride the bike." He replied, "No, Mommy, I just want to push it." Sometimes, he added that he wanted to "push it to Chicago."

Saturday, April 16, 2005


We're getting a babysitter and going out tonight! The babysitter is Tina, one of Trevor's daycare teachers. Early in the day, I tried to get him excited about the evening by saying, "Guess who's coming to see you tonight?" His happy response? "Santa Claus!"


We had friends over tonight, and they have a little girl about 6 months older than Trevor. They had great fun chasing each other all over the house, but he kept trying to get her into bed. They were playing on the bed in the guestroom, and we finally chased them out of there after they (they being Trevor, I think) knocked a picture off the wall. So, he took his little friend up to his bedroom. After playing up there for a few minutes, we heard him say, "do you want some lotion?" Always a very sensitive young man, that Trevor. And, it was more like, "do you want some wotion?"

Later in the evening, he pulled the nail clippers out of the end table drawer and offered to clip her nails. Daddy got there just in time and prevented a horrible end to such a pleasant evening.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

I want some raisin gran...

oooh, ganks...

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Sometime in February or March 2005

Trevor was reciting his ABCs in the car and doing very well for someone who had only been two for a couple of months. The end, however, was tricky.

Trevor: "...P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Yellow Bee..."

Impressed with this oddity, I wondered if he could top it. He did.

Trevor: "...P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Mickey's Letter Time!"


Trevor: "I have 3 friends with a helicopter."


Trevor: "I want a Christmas Treat." (his word for Crispy Treat).

Mommy, not happy with his behavior in general, "I'm only giving you what you need from now on, not what you want."

Trevor: "I need a Christmas Treat."

Mommy: "I lose!" (in my head only).


Background: At daycare, Trevor has learned "5 little monkeys". The words to this song are:
5 Little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Mommy called the doctor, the doctor said,
"No More monkeys jump on bed."

Trevor has recently learned to climb onto the counter tops. Climbing on the countertops often leads to time-outs.

The cutism: little monkeys climb on countertop, Mommy give monkey a time-out.


Mom: "What's your daycare teacher's name?"
Trevor: "You're supposed to not bite your friends."