Friday, March 27, 2009

Spring Fever

We finally got to get out of the house, and it was well overdue.  Chloe has been getting cabin fever, and if she goes outside, she is so thrilled.  We decided to get the four wheelers out last weekend, and go for a ride.  Well we had to get Chloe a helmet, legally, but it is big enough it will probably last for a few more years.  We started out the trip and Chloe wanted to wear my gloves.  Okay.  Then she wanted to wear my goggles, probably because they were pink, she wanted nothing to do with her dad's.  She wanted to drink out of the water the half of the time, and talk the other half of the time.  So we stopped for a lot of breaks, so she get hydrated and say whatever she wanted.  She was so cute, she had to be careful though, if a good gust of wind caught the brim of her helmet she would nearly fall over.  We had so much fun going for our first ride of the year. 


So lately I have toyed with the idea of potty training.  If you know Chloe, you know that she loves princesses, and all things girly, I have no idea where she gets it, or what to do with her.  Anyway, so I bought some princess pull-ups and when we got home and put Chloe in a pair, she wanted to hold the Cinderella pull-up, and when I walked back in the room, she had climbed in my bed, and tucked Cinderella in, and said "watch Cinderella."  It was so funny, because she was so careful that Cinderella could see the TV, and that we didn't cover up her eyes with the blanket.  The good news is that I don't need to buy dolls anymore, just character pull-ups.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Slave Labor

This is what happens when aunt Megan babysits, I put the kids to work.  Allison was helping me sweep, and this fun game of spin while holding the broom was created.  I love this picture, because look at how happy all the kids are.  In response to Melanie's post, sometimes Matthew and Chloe do get along, but only when they have the length of a broom between them! 


Chloe got some chapstick for Christmas, but she calls it lipstick.  One day driving home, she said, "Mom, look at me, look at me."  This is what I saw.  Luckily she is strapped into her car seat, and the bright pink lipstick didn't end up anywhere else in the car.  She is all girl, and I'm afraid I don't know what to do with that.  Oh, and yes, Amber, I am still alive.