Carter, to McKay, on the couch: "Scoop over!"
On our trip to Albuquerque, about an hour away, Carter told us, "I gotta go peeps! Is there a bathroom in New Mexico?"
One morning, as I was making hot cereal, Carter asked, "Can I have some hot air balloon?" Apparently he was still thinking about New Mexico.
Kyla was really excited to check out When Mountain Lions Attack from the library. Beyond excited. She also got a Fancy Nancy book, and I heard her reading in the back of the van. "When Fancy Nancy Attacks," she read.
(There is still some debate as to who is the owner of this next quote. I think it was Allie. She insists it was Kyla.). We were reading scriptures one morning and Allie (or Kyla, perhaps) read the phrase "Jared was anointed." Only she said, "Jared was annoyed."
I told Carter, "come here, dear." And he told me, "I not a deer. I Carter."
We were planning a trip to the pumpkin patch one Monday night, and Carter asked me, "After we pick up the girls at tumbling, can we go to the eye patch?"
Allie told us, in the car, "I thought the moon was made of water." (she claims she was joking) Damon looked at her in complete disbelief, and asked, "WHO ARE YOU?"
Kyla was helping me make toast one morning, and I saw her eating the crust off of one piece. I asked what she was doing and she said, "the skin of the toast fell off, so I ate it."
Allie had to be up early one morning, as all the second graders were going to be on Fox 13 news, and when I went in to wake her up, she was already dressed. She told me, "I slept in my clothes. If I had waited until morning to get dressed, it would have been a disaster!"
Again, reading scriptures, I asked the kids if they remembered where Ether lived (hoping they would say in a rock or a cave). Allie guessed, "Etherland?"
Kyla had done some jobs for me, and was playing a game on my phone. Carter came in and asked to play the iPad. I asked if he had done any work yet, and he said yes. I asked him what he had done (knowing he had done nothing) and he said, "My Spanish."
We were talking about why there are so many Mormons in Utah, and I told Allie that the pioneers came to Utah in 1847. "Wow!," she said. "So Grandma Ruth was here to see them!" (my grandma is 80)
Friday, November 02, 2012
Halloween
Kyla's vampire poses were cracking me up
Posing with Wyatt, Gwen and Millie
And for comparisons sake...here are my three Hamburglars.
Carter 2011
Damon 2003
McKay 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
That Time the Suckers went Missing
Before I tell you this story, I have to give a bit of background information. Lately, Kyla has been a little mischievous. Which is a nice way of saying that she has been sneaking things and lying about them. She and her BFF, Gwen, got into the fingernail polish in my closet for the 1,000th time (the very DAY we had talked about not going into parents' bedrooms) recently.
She snuck a package of Starburst, ate them, and left the trash all over her closet floor.
She came home from school with a jacket I had never seen before, and she told me that her friend had given it to her, "because she had a copy of it." Later that afternoon, her teacher called and said there had been a mix-up with jackets, and there was a little girl quite upset when she couldn't find hers. Kyla finally confessed that she had taken the jacket (which was identical to the one her friend, Olivia, has) and put it in her backpack as she was leaving school. We had a BIG discussion about stealing, and I went with her the next day so she could apologize.
I told her the story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf, and I thought we were making some headway with the sneakiness and the lying.
Okay, now for the story. The kids had given Jeff some candy for his birthday. And because there is no safe hiding place anywhere in this house, Jeff put the candy in one of his clothes drawers, where it safely remained for days. But on Wednesday morning, he noticed that a bag of Tootsie Pops had disappeared. We gathered the kids together and asked them about it. Of course, no one knew ANYTHING about it.
And, of course, we instantly suspected Kyla. I mean, she is the girl who cried wolf. How could we believe that she was telling the truth about taking candy? So after dismissing the other four, we started grilling her. She held fast, promising she had nothing to do with it. We made her sit on the floor in our room to think about it. And then things started to get a bit weird.
She changed her story, and told us that she HAD seen the bag of suckers, but she hadn't taken it. She had seen Carter carrying it around downstairs. But she couldn't remember where she had seen him. And frankly, we didn't believe her. Carter would have had to have some help to get the bag open, and he is not capable of doing that himself, nor is he afraid to ask ME for help. So we told her to keep thinking.
She then told me, through her tears, that she had taken the suckers and had them downstairs in the bathroom, but she didn't know where they were. So we went down and searched the bathroom. There were no suckers anywhere. She then said she thought she had put them in one of the drawers. No such luck.
Jeff and I repeatedly told her that she wasn't in trouble, but we just wanted to know the truth! What had happened to that bag of suckers? It wasn't as though it would be hard to miss! So, I told her I was going to take the boys to the library and she could stay home with Jeff, unless she just came clean and told us what really happened.
And then she changed her story again. She told me now that she had been hiding her purse in one of Jeff's drawers and forgot which one. So when she was looking for it, she found the suckers. She said she couldn't get them open, and didn't want to get into trouble, so she had hidden them under the bed. And so we went to look, certain the mystery was solved. Except it wasn't, because the suckers weren't there either.
By this time, Jeff and I were both coming to the conclusion that she really didn't know what had happened to the suckers, and that she hadn't been the one to take them. It was like an episode of Dateline, where the criminal confesses to a crime that they just couldn't have committed, but are coerced into admitting that they did.
I confronted her again, asking her if she had taken the suckers. This time she said no. And she had no explanation for why she had been telling us stories all morning, saying that she had.
None of the kids have confessed to this point, and I really don't know what to believe. It's laughable, really. Especially since the next morning, the suckers were back in Jeff's drawer. Hmmm. Interesting. Maybe they were there all along?
She snuck a package of Starburst, ate them, and left the trash all over her closet floor.
She came home from school with a jacket I had never seen before, and she told me that her friend had given it to her, "because she had a copy of it." Later that afternoon, her teacher called and said there had been a mix-up with jackets, and there was a little girl quite upset when she couldn't find hers. Kyla finally confessed that she had taken the jacket (which was identical to the one her friend, Olivia, has) and put it in her backpack as she was leaving school. We had a BIG discussion about stealing, and I went with her the next day so she could apologize.
I told her the story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf, and I thought we were making some headway with the sneakiness and the lying.
Okay, now for the story. The kids had given Jeff some candy for his birthday. And because there is no safe hiding place anywhere in this house, Jeff put the candy in one of his clothes drawers, where it safely remained for days. But on Wednesday morning, he noticed that a bag of Tootsie Pops had disappeared. We gathered the kids together and asked them about it. Of course, no one knew ANYTHING about it.
And, of course, we instantly suspected Kyla. I mean, she is the girl who cried wolf. How could we believe that she was telling the truth about taking candy? So after dismissing the other four, we started grilling her. She held fast, promising she had nothing to do with it. We made her sit on the floor in our room to think about it. And then things started to get a bit weird.
She changed her story, and told us that she HAD seen the bag of suckers, but she hadn't taken it. She had seen Carter carrying it around downstairs. But she couldn't remember where she had seen him. And frankly, we didn't believe her. Carter would have had to have some help to get the bag open, and he is not capable of doing that himself, nor is he afraid to ask ME for help. So we told her to keep thinking.
She then told me, through her tears, that she had taken the suckers and had them downstairs in the bathroom, but she didn't know where they were. So we went down and searched the bathroom. There were no suckers anywhere. She then said she thought she had put them in one of the drawers. No such luck.
Jeff and I repeatedly told her that she wasn't in trouble, but we just wanted to know the truth! What had happened to that bag of suckers? It wasn't as though it would be hard to miss! So, I told her I was going to take the boys to the library and she could stay home with Jeff, unless she just came clean and told us what really happened.
And then she changed her story again. She told me now that she had been hiding her purse in one of Jeff's drawers and forgot which one. So when she was looking for it, she found the suckers. She said she couldn't get them open, and didn't want to get into trouble, so she had hidden them under the bed. And so we went to look, certain the mystery was solved. Except it wasn't, because the suckers weren't there either.
By this time, Jeff and I were both coming to the conclusion that she really didn't know what had happened to the suckers, and that she hadn't been the one to take them. It was like an episode of Dateline, where the criminal confesses to a crime that they just couldn't have committed, but are coerced into admitting that they did.
I confronted her again, asking her if she had taken the suckers. This time she said no. And she had no explanation for why she had been telling us stories all morning, saying that she had.
None of the kids have confessed to this point, and I really don't know what to believe. It's laughable, really. Especially since the next morning, the suckers were back in Jeff's drawer. Hmmm. Interesting. Maybe they were there all along?
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Fall Break Overload!
Usually, we go to Moab for Fall Break with the Trapnell clan. But this year, not everyone could make it (I'm not sure anyone could make it), so we decided to take a trip to ABQ (Albuquerque, for those of you not knowing the New Mexico lingo) to visit Jeff's brother, Russ, and his family. Jeff's parents went too, although with just two of them, they could fly without paying a small fortune.
Here are all the pics, sorry that some are out of order.
It took us just under nine hours to get down there. We stopped in Monticello for gas, but didn't stop again until we were about an hour away, when McKay got carsick and threw up. We stopped again for Carter to do his peeps, and then AGAIN when Carter got carsick and threw up. That last hour was a little rough! But we made it, with the quail in tow.
We went at a good time (the balloon fiesta), but we weren't sure we'd actually be able to see the balloons launched, as there was some pretty strong wind. This was Thursday night, when we basically got a feel for the atmosphere without seeing any balloons. Still fun to be out of the car and with our family!
We stopped at this Mormon Battalion monument on the way to our hike at Tent Rocks. This was supposed to be everyone acting like soldiers. Some are clearly better suited to the military than others. I'm kind of thinking Kyla with her baby doll would be sent home.
Some from the actual hike, which we took the quail on. She thought she was being released into her home habitat and refused to follow us, insisting on exploring the dirt and rocks. Jeff had to carry her almost the whole way, and we got a LOT of comments from the 40,000 fellow hikers who were there at Tent Rocks that day.
HUGE buffalo we saw along the road
The main event, the Balloon Fiesta. There were over 600 balloons, and we got up at 4 am to see them. We got to the fields by about 5:30 and had time to kill in the freezing early morning hours before the sun came up and the balloons started launching. It wasn't a lot of fun. But it was worth it once things got going.
After MUCH whining and crying, McKay and Carter both fell back asleep. They were much happier once we woke them up to see the balloons. How rude, to wake them up at 4:00 am!
The girls after the hike
A Mexican bakery Russ took us too with awesome pastries.
The oldest church in Albuquerque, built in 1706. Old Town.
Kyla with baby Emma, who wasn't photographed much with all the cousins. Proof she exists.
Grandpa was so sweet to read stories to all the kids
A couple more from our hike
We had a great time, and can't wait to go back! Well, we can wait to do the drive again, that wasn't our favorite, but we all agreed that it was worth it! We miss our cousins!
Monday, October 08, 2012
McKay 1.5
Eighteen months old. You know what that means: nursery! McKay has gone once and did just fine. It probably helps that Carter is in there with him. But I am really looking forward to church now. Especially once we switch to 9:00 in January. We might actually become active again, haha.
McKay is such a fun little boy. He absolutely knows what he wants ("no" is one of his favorite words), and absolutely LOVES his brothers and sisters (especially Allie. He's always asking for her).
Some things I want to remember about McKay at this age:
1. He is a fairly good communicator. He says a lot more words at this age than either Damon or Carter did, and puts a few together into short sentences, including "Carter mean"
2. He loves girl toys. He is constantly wandering around the house with a couple of Barbies in this hands, so I was sent to Toys R Us to get some "boy toys." He likes the action figures, too, but still would prefer the Barbies.
3. He wants to do everything that Carter does, including sitting at the table with us (instead of in his high chair) and feeding himself. That is a huge stinking mess, but sometimes I give in and let him have a little independence.
4. Everything he does is hilarious. At least to the other kids. He makes faces, puts on hats and glasses, sings "ever ever ever ever," and cracks everyone up. Ah, to be the youngest.
5. He's into EVERYTHING. He washes his hair in the toilet, constantly pulls all the cups out of the drawer, pulls all the towels off the racks, pulls clothes out of the drawer...he finds anything that can make a mess.
6. He is a happy boy. He is so delighted with life and gives me great smiles. He also is a lover. He hugs strangers, as well as people he loves.
7. He is one year behind Carter as far as clothes go, so he's just going into 2T stuff. It makes it very easy to transfer clothes, without having to store anything. Somehow, though, he seems not to have any shoes. I guess Carter was a little hard on them, or they are lost in the black hole that takes everything.
8. He LOVES to eat and still will eat just about anything I give him. This is so nice, and I am dreading the day he (and Carter too) become picky.
9. Mostly, he is good to go with the flow of the family. He's not too demanding, and is always sad when he is excluded from activities with the other kids. He is really coming into a fun age where he understands so much (even if he can't communicate it all).
McKay is a great addition to our family. Carter loves having someone always by his side, and I love watching the relationship develop between our two littlest boys. Here's to many more years of BFF!
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