Okay, since the post with all of John Thomas' funny words, one has me repeatedly asking, "What?" so many times that I had to tell you.
"Poo-Perrios" (the second part is pronounced like the cereal Cherrios)
In context..."Mon (come on), Mama. Play in rayroom (gameroom). Poo-Perrios."
See what I mean? Thus, the "What?"
"Mama! Poo-Peerios. Rayroom!"
"What?"
"Poo-Peerios!"
It is not until he goes and gets the basket out that I realize, "OOOOOH, super heroes!"
"Yes, Mama, poo-peerios."
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
And They Taste Good Too!
These are the donuts we took for Joshua's teacher's b-day party today. I told you they were cute! It was amazing to see all of the different designs they had. His teacher's favorite colors are red and black, and she collects stars and anything with polka dots, so we went with these. And yes, I let John Thomas get another donut when we went to pick them up. I am getting so brave...he had a basketball one.--I know!--Orange and black icing!Friday, August 22, 2008
My, My How I've Mellowed!
Now that my arm has recovered from patting myself on the back for mopping the other day (All the motivation was short lived--I still haven't finished the bathrooms or the dusting!), I need to once again brag on myself.
Those who know me today might only suspect that I might be a little tightly wound, but they have no idea that I have always been, well let's just say...a tiny bit type A, anal retentive, obsessive compulsive, over-achieving , "all-girl" perfectionist! For a little history, I will give some brief examples:
*In fifth grade, I got so anxious about the first day of school, I threw up and missed it entirely. Much to my dismay, that made the second day of school even harder!
*In middle school, I made my dad go with me on schedule pick-up day. We would walk to every class on my schedule and make me a list of directions.
*In high school, I had my mom bring home bulletin board paper (she was an elementary teacher) so I could cover my textbooks. I would buy coordinating folders (red cover/red folder and so on) so I could maximize my time at my locker and make sure I didn't arrive in class unprepared or with improper materials.
*To this day, I bet if you went back to the on-campus apartments at Oklahoma Baptist University and went in my old bedroom, you'd see hot pink fingernail polish spots on the dresser. I repainted my nails every night to make them look fresh. I also rolled my hair every night on spongy rollers, so even if I overslept, my hair would always look good.
*At my first teaching job at Tulsa Public, I was wearing black jeans on a spirit day. I always sent all my jeans to the cleaners and they were so starched and creased that a student thought I was wearing leather pants!
*Later in my swinging single days, my church singles group went camping one weekend at a campground near an OK lake. We slept in tents and it POURED down rain all night. The next morning I awoke, went up to the showers and emerged in an ironed t-shirt tucked into cut-off jean shorts (purchased that way at Old Navy) and a belt! Later that summer I went to Africa on missions and the group bet that I couldn't make it 2 weeks without wearing parfume.
Get my drift?
What spurred this post...This morning I was at a donut shop ordering donuts for a surprise birthday party for my son's teacher. (They do donuts that spell out "happy birthday" and all kinds of shapes and decorations.--Let me tell you, they. are. cute!) While I was looking at all of the designs and talking to the owner, John Thomas was looking in the case. All of a sudden, he screeches, "Momma, star! Momma, me, star donut!" I only paused for just a second, and then I ordered it for him. You do not understand the growth here, people! Had this same scenario presented itself 5 years ago with Joshua (mind you, I did not even have his bag complete with bib and wipees with me or in the car!), there would not have even been a pause! The answer would have been "Not on your life, child of mine!" (Well, maybe not those exact words, but something to that effect with a nice tone of voice, of course!) But here I am five years later, buying a donut with icing for my 2 year old, curly-head. We sat and visited and he thoroughly enjoyed his donut. And you know what? So did I!
Like I said, most people in my world today only suspect my former tendencies. Now I have learned to let my house go dirty (okay, it's neat but not clean!) while I play with the kids. I wear sweats or gym shorts and my hair in a clip (I've really learned this one well!). I even let my kiddos run in the sprinkler with their clothes on. So you see, I have so mellowed!
Did I leave out the part where JT really wanted the BLUE star donut and I "gently steered" him towards "wanting" the WHITE one?!:)
Those who know me today might only suspect that I might be a little tightly wound, but they have no idea that I have always been, well let's just say...a tiny bit type A, anal retentive, obsessive compulsive, over-achieving , "all-girl" perfectionist! For a little history, I will give some brief examples:
*In fifth grade, I got so anxious about the first day of school, I threw up and missed it entirely. Much to my dismay, that made the second day of school even harder!
*In middle school, I made my dad go with me on schedule pick-up day. We would walk to every class on my schedule and make me a list of directions.
*In high school, I had my mom bring home bulletin board paper (she was an elementary teacher) so I could cover my textbooks. I would buy coordinating folders (red cover/red folder and so on) so I could maximize my time at my locker and make sure I didn't arrive in class unprepared or with improper materials.
*To this day, I bet if you went back to the on-campus apartments at Oklahoma Baptist University and went in my old bedroom, you'd see hot pink fingernail polish spots on the dresser. I repainted my nails every night to make them look fresh. I also rolled my hair every night on spongy rollers, so even if I overslept, my hair would always look good.
*At my first teaching job at Tulsa Public, I was wearing black jeans on a spirit day. I always sent all my jeans to the cleaners and they were so starched and creased that a student thought I was wearing leather pants!
*Later in my swinging single days, my church singles group went camping one weekend at a campground near an OK lake. We slept in tents and it POURED down rain all night. The next morning I awoke, went up to the showers and emerged in an ironed t-shirt tucked into cut-off jean shorts (purchased that way at Old Navy) and a belt! Later that summer I went to Africa on missions and the group bet that I couldn't make it 2 weeks without wearing parfume.
Get my drift?
What spurred this post...This morning I was at a donut shop ordering donuts for a surprise birthday party for my son's teacher. (They do donuts that spell out "happy birthday" and all kinds of shapes and decorations.--Let me tell you, they. are. cute!) While I was looking at all of the designs and talking to the owner, John Thomas was looking in the case. All of a sudden, he screeches, "Momma, star! Momma, me, star donut!" I only paused for just a second, and then I ordered it for him. You do not understand the growth here, people! Had this same scenario presented itself 5 years ago with Joshua (mind you, I did not even have his bag complete with bib and wipees with me or in the car!), there would not have even been a pause! The answer would have been "Not on your life, child of mine!" (Well, maybe not those exact words, but something to that effect with a nice tone of voice, of course!) But here I am five years later, buying a donut with icing for my 2 year old, curly-head. We sat and visited and he thoroughly enjoyed his donut. And you know what? So did I!
Like I said, most people in my world today only suspect my former tendencies. Now I have learned to let my house go dirty (okay, it's neat but not clean!) while I play with the kids. I wear sweats or gym shorts and my hair in a clip (I've really learned this one well!). I even let my kiddos run in the sprinkler with their clothes on. So you see, I have so mellowed!
Did I leave out the part where JT really wanted the BLUE star donut and I "gently steered" him towards "wanting" the WHITE one?!:)
Monday, August 18, 2008
2008 "Lympics"!
As I got around to the passenger side of the van to get John Thomas out this morning, his comment made me think of this blog. We were back in the garage after taking Bubba to school, and he saw a box from Daddy's birthday present. "Look Mama! Daddy weedie eater boc!" "Weedie eater" struck me as funny, so I began to make a list of some of his latest. Here goes:
1. "Weedie eater"=obviously, weed eater (By the way, Hon, the yard looks outstanding!)
2. "Darth Bader"=we are all about Vader at our house these days!
3. "Doda"=Yoda-- always said in a serious and reverent, low voice
4. "Doo-Doo"= Scooby Doo--this one is really fun when he sees S.D. balloons across the way at Wal-mart and screams to alert me..."Doo-Doo, look Mama, Doo-Doo!"
5. "Poo-Panda"=Kung Fu Panda
6. "Rockets"=rocks; such a problem with his crocs at the playground--they always have rockets in them!
7. "Blip-Blops"=flip flops; this makes me giggle everytime he says it
8. "Mamble"=cousin Campbell; mind you, her older sister's name is Karson and he says that just fine!
9. "Curry hair"=describes himself; he has curry hair!
10. "Lib"=lid; as in "I do lib!"--when you are trying to get him some juice and he is spilling it everywhere
11. "Brow-brows"=eye-brows; we have learned what these are lately and I'm sure he wonders why I want him to show me his all the time; he sounds so cute!
12. "Lubs"=loves; he has to "give lubs" every night before bed
13. "Huppy"= any kind of dog; he loves them, unlike his older brother who is terrified!
14. "Grage"=garage; said as one syllable not two; inevitably that where his "shoesies" are!
15. "Picycle"=popsicle; yesterday he and JK had one outside; when asked what color theirs were he replied, "Bubba purple, me red."--Actually his was orange and Bubba's was green!--That's my boy!
16. "Huh Thomas"=John Thomas; he knows we say something before his middle name, so he does this little sigh/exhale/pause then the "Thomas" part; if anyone calls him "John" he doesn't even turn!
17. "Lympics"= Olympics; we are addicted! He has been watching every night after bath, chanting , "Go Blue"...I think he's confused and thinks its Gladiators...or Wipeout...we prefer educational tv over here!
Speaking of Olympics, I deserve a gold medal for mopping my ENTIRE downstairs before I wrote this. We are not talking "swiffering", people.--I mean the fill up the sink, rinse every time, wring it out, mopping! While my arms are strained from patting myself on the back just then, I better figure out a way to go dust and clean bathrooms while little man naps. Go USA!--Tina
Friday, August 15, 2008
Precious Moments--Not the figurines!
Not sure how often you're supposed to post on your own blog, but had some thoughts I wanted to remember, so I'll go ahead and write two days in a row. (Embarrassed to admit, but I do frequent--okay, I'm a stalker!--a few blogs that I get disappointed if they don't post daily! Honestly, I don't think I have nearly enough interesting things to write about!)
For those of you that have very short short-term memories, let me refresh you...in the two and one-half years of John Thomas' life , we have moved from Stillwater to Owasso and Owasso to Tulsa. That means that Joshua has gone to three different schools in the last three years. To see him walking up the sidewalk to school this morning, just made my heart feel so full. He got out of the van (dressed in his camo school spirit shirt) and started walking when he saw some buddies. It was like a sea of camo and black mesh shorts! They all grinned and turned and walked in. And I thought...He belongs. I feel it and he feels it. God is good.
Back on the home front, while "Bubba" was gone, John Thomas and I spent the morning scooter-ing in the driveway, pulling weeds, playing basketball and sliding at the playground. (Oh, the overcast morning was so nice.) Once back inside, we sat on the floor in his room and read books and played train. There were no interuptions, no rowdy craziness, not even a furrowed brow (JT has mastered that look lately). It. Was. Delightful. And the Lord made me very conscious of my precious time alone with my second born.
For those of you that have very short short-term memories, let me refresh you...in the two and one-half years of John Thomas' life , we have moved from Stillwater to Owasso and Owasso to Tulsa. That means that Joshua has gone to three different schools in the last three years. To see him walking up the sidewalk to school this morning, just made my heart feel so full. He got out of the van (dressed in his camo school spirit shirt) and started walking when he saw some buddies. It was like a sea of camo and black mesh shorts! They all grinned and turned and walked in. And I thought...He belongs. I feel it and he feels it. God is good.
Back on the home front, while "Bubba" was gone, John Thomas and I spent the morning scooter-ing in the driveway, pulling weeds, playing basketball and sliding at the playground. (Oh, the overcast morning was so nice.) Once back inside, we sat on the floor in his room and read books and played train. There were no interuptions, no rowdy craziness, not even a furrowed brow (JT has mastered that look lately). It. Was. Delightful. And the Lord made me very conscious of my precious time alone with my second born.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
First Time For Everything!
First of all...the name--"Mama Fred"...well, since before I even met my husband, everyone always called him, "Coach Fred". After we got married and we were teaching in the same building (same grade and subject), I became "Mrs. Fred". In the natural progression of things, I have now become "Mama Fred"! No, not really, in fact, no one calls me that, but this blog required a name and I couldn't come up with anything more creative! So there you have it... "Mama Fred". (By the way, should "mama" be spelled with one "m" or two in the middle?)
Another first, my first born started first grade today! He was VERY excited and had been counting down the hours! When he came downstairs fully dressed and ready this morning, I almost couldn't catch my breath. Could it be that this handsome boy is really my little one? I don't know why this year was emotional for me; he went to kindergarten all day last year. It isn't even the fact that he'll be gone all day (Lord knows we need a little time apart and a lot of structure after this summer!).--I think it is just knowing that this is another year older, another year of growth, of becoming an even "bigger boy". He even wanted me to drop him off instead of walking him to his class. Okay, sometimes a mom has to draw the line! I compromised and walked him up to the door of the school and then let him go! What a HUGE milestone of growth that showed in him! I couldn't be more proud of that big boy if I tried.--The Lord truly blessed me 7 years ago with Joshua, and I can't wait to see what HE accomplishes this year through him.
John Thomas will start preschool after Labor Day.--Thank goodness I will have a couple of weeks to recoup! (Although, "Me go school", was totally ready to go today!)
The last of the "firsts" or otherwise random ramblings of my first ever blogging experience...Kirk turned 40 today! It sounds so old to be into the forties. Thirty-something was still young and swinging, but now...well, let's just say, I am glad that I'm still not there yet! Seriously though, it was a great day (hopefully he thinks so) of celebrating and teasing at his office--complete with screened t-shirts (terrible picture of him accompanied with caption "I'm a man, I'm 40!"), lots of yard signs in our neighborhood and on campus, pictures on the jumbo tron, peanut butter cookie deliveries and a great lunch. JT is still wearing his little "Daddy-face-shirt"!
Another first, my first born started first grade today! He was VERY excited and had been counting down the hours! When he came downstairs fully dressed and ready this morning, I almost couldn't catch my breath. Could it be that this handsome boy is really my little one? I don't know why this year was emotional for me; he went to kindergarten all day last year. It isn't even the fact that he'll be gone all day (Lord knows we need a little time apart and a lot of structure after this summer!).--I think it is just knowing that this is another year older, another year of growth, of becoming an even "bigger boy". He even wanted me to drop him off instead of walking him to his class. Okay, sometimes a mom has to draw the line! I compromised and walked him up to the door of the school and then let him go! What a HUGE milestone of growth that showed in him! I couldn't be more proud of that big boy if I tried.--The Lord truly blessed me 7 years ago with Joshua, and I can't wait to see what HE accomplishes this year through him.
John Thomas will start preschool after Labor Day.--Thank goodness I will have a couple of weeks to recoup! (Although, "Me go school", was totally ready to go today!)
The last of the "firsts" or otherwise random ramblings of my first ever blogging experience...Kirk turned 40 today! It sounds so old to be into the forties. Thirty-something was still young and swinging, but now...well, let's just say, I am glad that I'm still not there yet! Seriously though, it was a great day (hopefully he thinks so) of celebrating and teasing at his office--complete with screened t-shirts (terrible picture of him accompanied with caption "I'm a man, I'm 40!"), lots of yard signs in our neighborhood and on campus, pictures on the jumbo tron, peanut butter cookie deliveries and a great lunch. JT is still wearing his little "Daddy-face-shirt"!
Oh, I almost forgot...the last of the "firsts"! Joshua is no longer a HUGE Green Bay Packers fan. This a definite first! We had a MAJOR problem when Brett Favre got traded last week to the Jets. Why, you ask? Because our lives have centered around BF for the last two years and thus the $70 Green Bay backpack we took to school everyday last year would not, could not be taken now! So, in an effort to lick our wounds (and hopefully save Mom some money in the future--football is a fickle business!), we went to the U-Wear Store and bought the one pictured above! He was happy and, therefore, so was I! (Although, amongst all the happiness this morning, he did ask, "Mom, for Christmas can I get a Jets backpack?!") Like I said in my "About me" little bio thing...my life is all about faith, family and football!!!!!!!! 
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