Meet Buttons

This is Buttons. He is our elf on the shelf. I heard a lot about them getting your child to behave since they think Santa is going to hear about all the naughty things they're doing. So we went out last weekend and picked ours out. You choose the skin color, eye color, and hair color of your elf, then bring him home and name him! Gavin chose the name Buttons (not sure where it came from, but I kinda like it!).

Gavin is all about Santa this year. Last weekend, he got the Toys R Us ad out of the newspaper and clipped out all the toys he wanted, he put them in a Ziploc bag and took them to Santa so Santa would know exactly what to bring him. Yeah, my kid did that. He likes to be specific.

Back to the elf - so at first, he was totally into Buttons, he believed everything we told him (every night he goes to the north pole to tell Santa if you've been good or bad, he watches you all the time, don't touch him or his magic will wear off, etc.). But lately, he's been getting a little suspicious. Yesterday he said to me... "Mommy, I think Santa and his elves made Buttons in their workshop, and they put him in the stores so we would buy him." And today he got his doggy stuffed animal out and hid him, then told me to "find him, but don't touch him or his magic will wear off!"

The kid is smart. I don't know how I'm going to keep this going.

But he does get a kick out of finding him every morning. It's the first thing he does when he wakes up... he goes on a hunt around the house looking for little ol' Buttons.



My husband on the other hand... not so clever. I bought a pair of jeans today. I said to him on the way home 'Oh my gosh, babe... I had to buy a size 30.' He looked at me in disbelief and said "What??? Didn't you used to be a zero? How is that possible?"

Uhh, yeah. I had to explain to him that a zero is equivalent to a 24, a one is equivalent to a 25, a two is equivalent to a 26 and so on. 'Thanks, honey. By the way... that was back in high school, before I had two kids.'

PS- I added pictures to the French Apple Pie post (below) just to make you drool a little more ;)



Hubb's near death experience

So Kris called me in a panic last night on his way home from work.

Apparently he was on the service road, about to get onto the ramp to the highway when his brake light came on. He tapped his brakes, and the car didn't slow down. So he starts banging his foot on the brake pedal, and all the lights on his dashboard light up. Every one of them. He starts freaking out, swerves across three lanes of traffic and makes a sharp turn in an empty parking lot. He throws the car in neutral, then in park, and shuts it off. While he's trying to catch his breath and take in what just happened, he calls me.

I was in shock and didn't know what to think, so I drove out to meet him while he waited for a tow truck. The tow truck picked up his car and took it to the dealership last night and we were waiting on the call this morning letting us know what's wrong with it. Toyota calls and says they cant find anything wrong with the car, that there are no signs of any problems, and that he can come pick up his car whenever he would like.

Uhm, are you kidding me? I consider that thing a death trap now and don't ever want to get in it again. Wasn't Toyota going through some re-calls a few months back for something like this? Kris has a 2007 Toyota Camry Hybrid and when the recall took place, he took his car up there and had them "fix" the problem. But obviously it's not fixed. It was raining pretty hard last night and they're trying to tell us that he lost traction and that's why the brakes weren't working. Kris knows what it feels like when he looses traction, and he says that's not what happened... and that doesn't explain why every light on the dashboard lit up.

I don't know what to think about all of this and am seriously afraid to get back in that car. Especially with the kids. What if this happens again but we're on a highway going 70 mph and cant stop? Yeah it could happen, then what???

Happy Birthday Hubbs

Today is my amazing, sexy, caring, abnoxious, crazy, loving husband's birthday :)

I love him to death & hope he has a fantastic birthday!

Love you baby ;)

Typical Monday Morning

Well, maybe not a typical Monday morning but... pretty close.

I just fed Kenna lunch. I take her out of high chair and let her run around while I'm cleaning the kitchen. Gavin's sitting at the bar eating some pizza flavored goldfish, and Kenna starts begging for one (yes, like a dog). Kris reaches down and gives her one. Two seconds later, she's choking. I turn around and Kris is like "She's okay....." I go.. "NO she's NOT okay!! Pick her up!!" As soon as he picks her up to start patting her back... all of her lunch comes flying up from her stomach, out of her mouth, and all over Kris and the floor.

The next words out of Kris' mouth... "Oh my God. She just threw up all over me. TAKE HER."

I grab her from Kris and head upstairs to clean her off and I hear "I did it too." Then I hear Kris go "You've got to be kidding me!!!!" Gavin has a weak stomach & couldn't take the sight of Kenna's throw up, so he ran to the other side of the house but it still wasn't far enough away & he ended up throwing up too.

This has happened before. It is totally disgusting cleaning up both kids vomit in one day. But I found it kind of comical today because Kris was holding her when it happened. & in her whole (almost) 14 months of life, she has not once peed or pooped on Kris, so this was amusing for me. Plus, all I had to do was run her upstairs and throw her in the bath tub. I left Kris down here to clean up both piles of throw up. I mean, it was kind of his fault for not patting her back sooner to keep her from coughing so hard she threw up.

Then from upstairs I hear him saying "I can't believe she choked on a measly little goldfish. The kid eats popcorn with two teeth and she chokes on a goldfish?!"

Hahaha. That's all I have to say.

My little fish is sick :/

We have been at the pool more times this summer than we have any other summer in the past. I guess that's because last year Kenna was born around this time so we didn't go that much. & The year before that Gav was only two years old and was not a huge fan of the water. But this year it seems we go every day, sometimes twice a day. I'm liking it. A lot. However, my little booger (aka Gavin) woke up with a runny nose and congestion this morning. I'm assuming it is from all of the large amounts of pool water he has gotten up his nose. It's the only thing I can think of. The poor thing sounds like he's got an awful cold. And he's been begging to go back to the pool since he woke up this morning. I'm hoping it will be cleared up by tomorrow and we can go back again.

So today is mine and hubb's 6 year anniversary. Yes, we still celebrate the day we started dating. We usually don't do anything special but we do acknowledge the day. Can't believe it's been six years already! I love you, baby :)