Wednesday, September 27, 2006


I just picked up Devin from daycare, took him to the doctor, and then took back to daycare. I knew that me dropping him off would be traumatic for all involved, and I wasn't looking forward to it. But, his teacher, Sarah, told me a pretty cute story to make up for my desire to take Devin home and spend the day, just him and me.

She told me that Devin was getting upset yesterday late in the day, so she asked Devin's friends to go get Trevor. Now that Trevor is in Pre-K, he gets to play in the big part of the playground with the big toys and bikes, and it's seperated from the little park the little kids play in.

Devin's friends got Trevor's attention, and he came over to Devin and said, "Don't be sad, Devin. Dad will come to get us soon. He doesn't forget about us."

Makes me smile just to write that one down.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Why do I have to say it twice?

I was helping Trevor clean up after a trip to the potty yesterday, and he casually told me not to use too much toilet paper. After I went to grab the second piece of toilet paper, he again mentioned casually that I should not use too much toilet paper.

After I flushed and helped him pull up his pants, he told me, with much exasperation, "I don't know why I have to say it twice."

Parents. Can't live with 'em...

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Corn Maze

For some reason that I will never understand, I've always wanted to explore a corn maze. I don't recall any corn mazes around my house growing up, so that wasn't it. I don't know. I've just always been intrigued.

We found a corn maze, today. It was free. It was muddy. It was claustrophobic.

Trevor led the way most of the time, and then Daddy finally led us out the way we came. After about 3 minutes and after walking through the thick, sticky mud, I wanted out. But, since it was something I'd always wanted to do, I stuck it out. But, if I could do it over it again, I'm not so sure I would.

In the end, Trevor had a good time. He would run out in front and tell us that he wanted to lead the way. At one point, I saw the barn, and I was so relieved. I was holding Devin, and I exclaimed, "I see the barn." Devin will be two in about three weeks, so it should have come as no surprise that he also exclaimed, "See Barn! See Barn! See Barn!"

I guess in the end, it was a heck of a good time for the price of 2 little pumpkins and three gourds. Plus a quarter to feed a goat.

I often ask...

...Trevor if Devin is asleep when we are riding in the car. Today, Trevor yelled at Devin, "Would ya look at me?" when I asked him this question.

You know your kid is watching too much TV...

...when he prefaces everything with, "Coming up next!" in his best little announcer voice.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

My Hard Day's Night

I kept my sense of humor, and that means I won.

Trevor Sings

Friday, September 22, 2006

Not My Kids

Just a funny video.

Random Bits of my World

Fun watching the kids play

More Cheese with Devin

I try to capture Devin's Cleverness on Camera

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Adding Color to my blog

Devin Saying Cheese

Devin taking a nap at the top of the stairs (scary!)

Trevor made this dog out of Lego Blocks, all on his own.

I wish I remember what this look was for.
(That Jack Daniels case is just an empty box. When we got it, I think it was full of wine.)

Link to another blog

My mom told me about this blog. I think this Pioneer Woman lives just up the road from my parents. There are definitely some pics of Woolaroc in there, which is the museum campus that we visited a lot when we were kids. It's on the grounds of Frank Phillips's (of Phillips 66 fame) old home.
Confessions of a Pioneer Woman Blog



I'm going to put a permanent link up on the right, too. She's funny. I want to keep up with her. Careful, though. She revels in ranch life, and doesn't mind showing pictures with cows, their back ends, vets, long gloves...

Friday, September 15, 2006

I'm surprised...

I'm surprised that total strangers only rarely stop me to tell me how beautiful my children are. Considering how beautiful they are, I'm surprised it doesn't happen several times a day.

Hugs and Kisses

My boys give the best hugs and kisses. Devin put his arms beneath mine and hugs my chest while putting his cheek on my holder. Trevor offers kisses whereever he can reach (leg, elbow, cheek, nose...whatever works).

When they dropped me off at work on Tuesday, Devin exclaimed "HUU, HUU" indicating he wanted a hug. Then, I got a nice little hug and kiss from Trevor, too.

My Little Vacation planner

Trevor had a copy of Wine Spectator last night that he was attempting to use as a ramp. He got pre-occupied with the pretty picture of San Francisco on the cover, though. At first, he thought it was Chicago because of the tall buildings, but accepted that it wasn't when I told him it was actually San Francisco.

He asked how long it would take us to get there because it's his Favorite city now (because of the TAAAAALLLLLL buildings, you see). Then, he opened the magazine to an ad for some resort on a beach and explained to us that on our Disney Vacation, we would be going to this resort, and then we would go to the beach on that resort, and then we would go to San Francisco. He used the pictures to illustrate our upcoming vacation. It was very nice. I asked him about it again, and he went through our itinerary once more. It hadn't changed a bit.

And, San Francisco sounded a bit more like Ham Sabisco or something along those lines.

We can't wait to go on Trevor's planned vacation

Sunday, September 10, 2006


Trevor asks a lot of questions, and some time over the last year or so, we have explained the concept of gravity. He understands the concept.

He apparently also understands the concept of assessing blame.

The boys were in the basement on their own when Devin started to cry. It was an "I'm hurt" cry, instead of a "Trevor has what I want" cry. Daddy and I rushed down, and Daddy asked Trevor what happened. Trevor told Daddy that Devin fell. Daddy asked Trevor how it happened. Trevor explained that gravity made him fall. Daddy asked if he fell off the chair, and Trevor assured him that's exactly what happened...

just to make sure, when Trevor was out of earshot, I asked Devin if Trevor pushed him. Devin said, "yeh." To confirm, I said, "did you fall on your own?" Devin said, "yeh." I knew then that all was well.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Who Delivered me?

Trevor has been asking who delivered him. I don't know why he wants to know. But, it was Dr. Perea. Now, he knows.

For the record, Dr. Weiner delivered Devin (wouldn't it be funny if Dr. Weiner were a urologist instead of an OB-GYN?) I guessed that Dr. Jordan delivered me, but I'm pretty sure that's not right. And, Daddy has no idea who delivered him.

Who delivered you?

Dr. Priest delivered me

Dr. Weiner delivered Devin

Dr. Perea delivered Trevor

New Story

We got the boys some cute little water bottles for summer. Trevor's has Spiderman on it, and Devin's has Superman. Trevor's lid is blue with a red spout. Devin's lid is blue with a yellow spout. Generally, I rinse the bottle and refill with water. Yesterday, I washed all of the components seperately.

When it was time to re-assemble the bottles, I made a mental note to re-assemble the bottles properly. At the time, however, I didn't know that Trevor's lid has a red spout and Devin's had a yellow spout. So, I took a guess and guessed wrong. I put Devin's lid on Trevor's bottle and vice-versa. I filled the bottles with water and sent Trevor, Devin and Daddy off to work with the two water bottles.

Daddy called me on the way home to tell me this story:

Devin asked for some water, so Daddy gave Devin the Superman water bottle. Devin asked for water again, even though he had his bottle of water. So, Daddy offered him Trevor's water bottle. This was fine with Devin and he drank. Trevor told Daddy that he wanted water, and he wanted his water bottle. So, Daddy told Devin that he had to give Trevor back his water bottle, and then he facilitated the switch. This made Devin upset. The Trevor asked, "Hey, why is Devin's cap on my water bottle?"

Daddy switched the caps, and all was well again.

the Fishing Derby

We participated in our neighborhood fishing derby this weekend with good results.

Trevor caught an 11" bass on his spiderman fishing pole which at one point tied him for first place in the Bass category. He was ultimately knocked to 2nd place when another fisherman caught a 20" bass, but since he was the only 3-1/2 year old with a spiderman fishing pole to catch a 2nd place bass, he got the special honor of picking the second prize.

He chose a Batman fishing pole.

In addition to his 11" bass, he also caught an ugly burping catfish and about 20 sunfish.

We also went fishing in our forest preserve pond later in the weekend. We caught about 10 sunfish, all of which were less than 5" long.

Trevor has pretty special luck with his pole. I hand it to him and tell him to reel me in a fish. Then, he reels me in a fish.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Anxious to see me leave?

As I came downstairs this morning, Trevor said "Good-bye." I wasn't quite ready to leave, but I hugged and kissed him and told him Good-bye anyway. Then, he told Daddy to hug and kiss me good-bye. After hugs and kisses for Daddy, I told someone to say good-bye to Devin for me.

Then, I went to put on my make-up so that I could leave.

Trevor started yelling for Devin. "Devin, come and say good-bye to Mom!"

He ran down to the basement.

I heard sounds coming from Devin that indicated he was not happy.

I finished applying my make-up and ran down to the basement myself. Trevor was dragging an unhappy Devin across the floor, and I'm pretty sure he would have dragged him up the stairs so that Devin would say good-bye to me.

Well, by this time, Devin was in no mood to give ME hugs and kisses. He really just needed some TLC after that little experience with Trevor. So, I hugged, kissed, and soothed my littlest man, and then set him down. Trevor insisted again that Devin say good-bye to me. I assured him that we had said our good-byes, and all was well on the "Good-bye" front.

The moral of this story is that being a big brother is a lot of responsibility. But, being a little brother can be dangerous.


Dropping off Trevor yesterday to his pre-School classroom was NOT an issue. And, his teachers confirmed that he had indeed not been promoted to pre-K.