Friday, May 28, 2010

Call me "XY"

We don't call Little Elvis, Little Elvis. He has a real name... that we also don't use. We call him by his initials -- he's named after my dad and one of Bob's uncles. We didn't want confusion when my dad and Little Elvis were in the same room, so we decided to use his initials.

His name fits him, and some kids think his name is very cool (I promise a kid told me that once!) But Little Elvis is in a stage where he doesn't like much of anything.

On a daily basis I hear that he doesn't like: his new house, his bedroom, his curtains, his bed, his hair, his name, most types of food, using the potty, etc. Thought this whole unimpressed with the world stage would start in his teens? Guess we're extra lucky.

As for his name, he's gone one step further in his professed dislike, he's picked a new name for himself -- XY.

We were at my mother's the other afternoon and Little Elvis told me he didn't like his name. No big whoop, I hear this several times a day. I say, "Fine. What do you want me to call you?"

He thinks about it, and then says, "Call me XY."

I couldn't help but laugh. He's brought it up each day since, but when we say, "Hey, XY!" he just stares at us.

**I know the reader still isn't loading and our new camera battery has yet to come in. Not sure if the reader thing will EVER get fixed. But I know the battery is on it's way. My cute boys need their pictures taken.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

We are winners!

We (ok, this time it was all me) are winners! Again!

Last year, we won a $6,000 Wal-Mart gift card for taking the time to shoot and submit a YouTube video about ways to save money. LOTS of people entered. I have no idea how my silly little tip rose to the top, but I'm so thrilled that it did.

That's not the only thing we've won recently. Just by entering a few contests, we've won:
-- a cute cloth diaper
-- a Jenny Lind cradle
-- a new car seat
-- and most recently a night of dinner and dancing!!

Our local television station did a promotion with Dancing with the Stars. The prize is a meal at the nicest (most expensive) restaurant in town and dancing lessons!

Eating out for us is hotdogs at Sam's, freebies at Chickfila, and the cheapest Value Meal at McDonald's. And we always have our two little ones with us.

My parents have agreed to keep the littles. And I get to dress up! Eat fancy food that's not wrapped in paper! And dance with my debonair husband!

Man, do I love contests.

**Bob has my website back up, but posts still aren't loading into my reader. Hopefully that will start working soon. And hopefully the new battery for our camera will arrive quickly so I can go back to taking lots of pictures of our incredibly cute boys.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

So long Wal-Mart gift cards!


We love Wal-Mart and Sam's. Here's a happy Baby Plum napping on Daddy while Little Elvis frolicks with the bin o' balls at our favorite store.

Last week we used up the last of our $6,000 Wal-Mart gift cards. It was bittersweet. It took us exactly 15 months. Those gift cards bought us a computer, WaterSense toilet, a new set of pots and pans, rugs, cute storage items, tires, gas, groceries and I don't even want to count the number of Matchbox, HotWheel and Maisto toy cars.

We were so thrilled with those gift cards and happy that we took the time to enter that contest two years ago.

Thank you Wal-Mart and Sam's!

Friday, May 14, 2010

Happiness is cheap ice cream and a firetruck

I'm really behind here. These pictures were taken at Baskin Robbins' 31 cent scoop night. Was that two weeks ago? Anyway, I'm very behind. We had a wunnerful time.

Little Elvis loves ice cream. Little Elvis loves fire trucks. Put those two things together, and it's easy to see why his grin was so big.
The firefighters were SO nice to us. He told them that he liked firetrucks and that he slept with one every night.
He crawled around the firetruck, and was invited to visit the new fire station when it opens. He points at the building whenever we drive by it, now.
Little Elvis has become quite the handful. Three has been harder than two in many ways. His outbursts are bigger, and the things that set him off catch me off guard.

While he can be more difficult, he is also a very funny, sweet, and extremely polite (at times) little boy. His laugh is big and infectious.

He tells me he has a girlfriend at pre-school. He's got great taste -- she's one of the cutest in the class. I'm not sure if the feelings are mutual. At Easter, I went with them for the egg hunt. Little Elvis was trying to follow her around and she kept bonking him on the head. Maybe he's worn her down? Last week, her mom did something with the class, and he told me that he met her mother. I'm sure that he turned on the charm.

Little Elvis has also gotten lots better on the music front. He not only allows me to sing, but demands that I make up songs about any- and everything. Last week he liked the "Mommy song."

(It's very simple - "It's the Mommy show! Go Mommy! Starring... Mommy! With Special Guest Star... Little Elvis!")

This week, he likes the Daddy and Baby Plum duet about sleep. Baby Plum is just like his brother in the sleep department, I'm afraid. While I snuggle with Little Elvis, Daddy attempts to get Baby Plum to sleep in his crib. I made up a song about this struggle and Little Elvis thinks it's great.

Little Elvis is also still a very big fan of PBS. His new favorite show comes on Saturday night -- Lawrence Welk. Wunnerful, wunnerful. He will tap dance for us when we talk about Lawrence Welk.

He's also got songs that he likes. He likes the bug song -- the Fireflies song that's always on the radio. (I do not like this song one bit. They had to be high on some sort of craziness to come up with that mess.) He also likes several 80s techno sounding songs. He thinks they sound like the Car song that we used in one of his music videos. Little Elvis also likes for us to try and sing "Pink Cadillac." (OK, so I just read about what this song means. Maybe I shouldn't be singing it to my 3-year-old...)

This afternoon, while driving home, "Domino" by Van Morrison was on the radio. He told me that he wanted to see that song on the radio again. I think we may have to download it for him. Daddy's a bit of a music snob, but I think he'll be ok with this request.

He's also become very picky about his clothes, but that will have to wait for later.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Plop Stage

Baby Plum fought me on sitting up. He didn't want to do it, but we are finally at the plop stage -- the one where I can plop him down and not balance him or surround him with pillows.
This picture was taken before we officially hit the plop stage. I think his expression here is so cute.
And I like this one even better. Look at those cheeks! You can tell he wasn't thrilled with the prospect of sitting up.
Here he began de-diapering himself, rolled to his tummy, and then promptly fell asleep. He's a tummy/side sleeper.

Last weekend, he tried to pull his knees under for a bit. He also started pitching forward to reach things -- this resulted in big thumps and tears. He's trying to find a different way to reach things.

Little Elvis started rolling around the floor to get at things, and then turned to army crawling. He was army crawling around 7-8 months. Baby Plum is on a different track. He seems more interested in chattering, where his brother was more interested in movement.

I'm happy to be in the Plop stage, and am LOVING his chatter.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Sleeping and cooking

I hope everyone had a great Mother's Day weekend. We did! My parents took Little Elvis to their cabin and I got to sleep in on Saturday -- for me, sleeping in is the best indulgence ever. I also got a fireplace screen, some plants a book about square foot gardening from Bob. Baby Plum gave me lots of cuddles and Little Elvis painted a flower pot for me at pre-school.
I need to buy new batteries for our camera, so here are some pictures from last week. Baby Plum fell asleep on the couch. He doesn't usually fall asleep in odd places or positions, and I thought it was cute.
Little Elvis wanted a treat the other morning. I did too, so we whipped up some stovetop cookies. He was a great little helper, which is also unusual. He doesn't care to help cook. I guess if it's something sweet, then he will bend his rules.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Little Elvis has at least one Mommy gene

I still haven't fixed things. Hopefully this weekend Bob can help me get this figured out. It's very frustrating when you can't do things by yourself, especially when you want to.

Anyway, Little Elvis had his first trip to the dentist today. We went to the dentist I went to growing up. I LOVED going to the dentist when I was younger and wanted to be one for the longest time -- until I decided I didn't like science.

Though I loved the dentist, I'm well aware that most kids do not. Still, I needed a check-up and Little Elvis needed his first appointment. Our dentist does a generic "let's look" thing for a toddler's first appointment. We were scheduled together, during naptime, and I had Baby Plum, too.

Lots of stuff could have gone wrong, but it didn't. Little Elvis may be a whole lot like his daddy, but he seems to have gotten my like-the-dentist gene. He went first, and loved riding in the chair. He liked having his teeth polished, and loved the "vacuum" and "water gun." Loved them. The dental tech had to re-water and vacuum his mouth several times.

Then came Mommy's turn. He did pretty well, and was so intrigued by my teeth-cleaning that he climbed up onto my lap (is it a lap when you're laying down?) and stared into my mouth while she picked and cleaned.

That gave me a little de-ja-vu, because I remember doing the exact same thing with my father.

So, yay. My sweet boy has a little of me in him. But, on our way there, he reminded me just how much he is like his daddy. I got a little turned around, and he pointed out landmarks that he recognized from other trips. It amazes me how he remembers directions and landmarks.

He's going to be my own personal GPS before I know it!

Speaking of teeth, Baby Plum must be cutting another tooth. He's drooling up a storm, chewing on everything, and has a slight fever. I don't feel any swelling, but the signs are all there. Hopefully it will pop through quickly and give him some relief.

Monday, May 03, 2010

Frustrations

I am not a techie expert. I know nothing when it comes to the bells and whistles and actions behind the curtain that make my blog update at it's own home.

Blogger took away that ability last week and stuck me with a terrible new web address. I am attempting to fix it. But that's like me saying that I'm going to go to Greece and talk with folks there in their own tongue... with my hands tied behind my back.

It's a mess. I am lost. Bob is way too busy to deal with my confusion over this. So... please bear with me. I do believe that at some point I will figure it out. Or that I will find a buddy who knows more than I do and can help me.

I have thoughts to share and pictures, but I'm not happy about this situation and not sure what I should be doing.

Stupid FTP, CNAME, IP stuff.