Friday, December 24, 2010

Connorisms

Connor is just the cutest little two-year old around.  Don't believe me?  Then check out these little quirks that he has:

When he wakes up in the morning, the first thing he asks for is "boots-meow".  That means Dora (boots) or Diego (meow).  And in case you're wondering where he came up with those names, Dora's sidekick is a monkey named Boots, and Diego's is Baby Jaguar, who looks like a cat.  And though he doesn't always get TV first thing in the morning, Boots and Meow are a great motivator for getting him dressed and breakfasted in the morning.

Connor came home from a play-date a couple of weeks ago with a toy hammer than he doesn't want to let go of.  In fact, he calls it his "knock knock".

When we put Connor to bed every night, he has started requesting we check under the bed for the "bad bugs" that he's convinced live there.

When Ben or I am fussing at the girls or the dog about something and Connor is in the room, he starts fussing at them right along with us.  (Don't worry, we tell him to stop it.)

Currently, Connor's favorite activity is to terrorize his older sisters by chasing them around with his "knock knock" and acting like he's going to hit them with it.  When he actually DOES hit them, he loses the hammer for a while and has to go to the corner.

Connor loves to shoot people with whatever objects he can find that remotely resembles a gun.  In fact, when he gets in trouble for hitting his sisters with his toys, he asks if he can shoot them with it.


Connor has started trying to repeat everything we say.  This was especially cute this morning when I called to Ben and Connor repeated me by calling out "ho-ney!"  We also like it when he says "reindeer".

Connor's favorite place to go is "Mimi's" house.  Who is "Mimi"?  That would be my friend and neighbor, Terri.  We have no idea where he came up with that name.


Connor loves to sing and likes to asks for songs by the following names: 
Round and Round  = The Wheels on the Bus
No-Man = Once There Was a Snowman
Rain Up = The Wise Man and the Foolish Man

Connor is very attached to his bed-time routines.  For nap every day, he gets to lay down with a cup and a book.  He needs them, and often his "knock knock" or gun, too.  At night, he gets a story from Daddy, a song from Mommy, and then Daddy takes him to tuck him in.  Lately when Mommy asks for a kiss goodnight, Connor gets a big kick out of tell her "no" so Mommy will pretend to cry while he walks off.

Connor loves his baby brother.  Whenever I lay Maddox down on a cushion or pillow, he comes over to lay down next to him, and loves to kiss him on the head or hand.

We're so glad we have such an adorable little guy to make our house more fun!

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Ladylike

This morning Kelsey woke up about 8:00 a.m.  She walked out of her room, down the hall, and to the couch where I was nursing Maddox. This is the ensuing conversation:

 
Kelsey: Knock knock.

Anita: Who's there?

Kelsey: Loud noise.

Anita: Loud noise who?

At this point, Kelsey passed gas and laughed.  I would sure like to know who taught her that one...

Friday, December 10, 2010

Ginger Snaps & Grandpa M

Picture from here
Yesterday I bought some ginger snaps.  I don't generally buy them, but I needed them to go with some pumpkin dip I was taking to a church social.

Ginger snaps make me think of my Grandpa Mathewson.  I don't know if they were his favorite cookie, but I remember he seemed to always have a box of them in the cupboard - the brand with the striped box. 

When I was 4 years old, my dad got out of the Navy and we moved to upstate New York to live with my Grandma and Grandpa Mathewson.  This was around 1980, so at that time my Grandpa would have been 86 or 87.  (He was born in 1893.)  My grandmother was 11 years younger and in her mid-70's.  She also had Parkinson's disease.  We moved in with my grandparents so that my mother could help care for her parents. 

Although my both my Grandma and Grandpa Mathewson had passed away by the time I was 9, I remember more about my Grandpa Mathewson than any of my other grandparents.  So today, with ginger snaps on my mind, I want to tell you about my Grandpa Mathewson:
  • Grandpa was a dairy farmer in upstate New York.  
  • Grandpa fought in World War I.
  • Grandpa had bright red hair as a young man.  By the time my mother was born, he was 51 years old and his hair was turning white.  For most of my mother's life, his hair was completely white.
  • One day while we were living in NY my grandpa decided to go out and cut some tree limbs that were cluttering up the yard.  With an axe.  Remember that he was in his late 80's at the point.  I know he got cut at least once, because I can remember the blood on his arms - a good bit of it.  My mother gently scolded him for cutting wood, and said he shouldn't be doing things like that.  He dismissed her concerns and said his wounds were "just a scratch".
  • My grandpa always kept some of those old pink or white round Brach's mints in his pocket.  I can remember climbing into his lap and getting mints.
  • My mother tells me that when I was little I would climb into his lap at dinner, and would only eat off of his plate.  Eventually, my mother got clever and just put Grandpa's portion on my plate, and my portion on my Grandpa's plate.
  • Often in the winter we would make jackywax.  The kids would fill a big bucket or tub with clean snow and pack it in tight.  Then we would take our fingers and dig out channels all over the top of the snow.  Meanwhile, my mother would boil together sugar and water until it reached hardball stage.  When the syrup was ready, she would pour it into the channels that we made. The cold snow would harden the syrup and give us a very yummy, sugary, sticky candy that we would dig out and eat.  Once while enjoying this snack, my grandfather's false teeth got stuck together from the candy.  I remember that he had to take his teeth out of his mouth and soak them in a cup of hot water until the candy dissolved.
  • One day my mother encouraged me to sit down and talk with my Grandpa after school.  I must have been about 8 years old.  Grandpa told me about the first horse he ever owned.  I can't remember if he named the horse "Blackie" or "Beauty", but I remember it was after Black Beauty.
  • Right after my grandpa passed away, he got one of those junk mail envelopes that have a penny stuck on the outside.  I remember taking the penny off, and when I went by his open coffin at the funeral, I slipped the penny in the coffin so he would be buried with it.
Though my mother has never come out and told me so, I think he was her favorite parent.  He was the "softie" while my grandmother was the disciplinarian.  He was gentle and loving, and a wonderful man.  I wish I could have known him as an adult, but I am grateful for the memories I do have.

Monday, December 6, 2010

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

THE GOOD

Maddox slept from 11:00 pm last night to 5:30 am this morning.  He also often lets me put him down in the crib to go to sleep, as long as he's on his tummy and the noisemaker is on.  Can I get a "Hallelujah" anyone?

THE BAD
Sickness abounds at the Ervin home today.  I noticed at church that Connor had a fever, so we brought him home.  Thank goodness, too.  He's got croup.  We didn't know what it was until around midnight when he woke up crying and barking like a seal.  He also had very labored breathing, so Ben took him into the ER.  I told him to be sure and use the magic words, "He can't breathe," to get quick service.  They were home by 3:00 am.  Kelsey also has a fever and a cough, but I expect hers won't get much worse than it already is.  We are hoping and praying to keep Maddox from getting sick.

THE UGLY
Kelsey came home from Lido's on Friday with some nasty-looking bubba teeth!  I'd get her to pose for a picture with them in, but since she's sick... a picture from the "archives" will have to do.  This one is Olivia wearing Uncle Mike's bubba teeth.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Group Effort

Now THAT'S what I call team work!

Though it's apparently a little hard on the person at the bottom of the pile...