Tuesday, February 28, 2012

3 years old

Nixon's birthday was yesterday. Let me tell you, this child of mine is something else. Kyle and I lovingly call him "lazy" because he prefers to lay around ALL day long. He still wants to be carried instead of walk. He always says he can't even if he knows he can do something. I should've known this was in his personality from the moment he was born. I really think when I was in labor he was inside of me thinking, no way am I moving, they can just cut me right on out. And so he is my only c-section. The benefit of his "laziness" is that he has always slept through the night since he was about one month old. He also wants to cuddle all the time, always wants to hold hands. He is very loving. He is still attached to his dog but only the tail. The tail is what makes him suck his thumb so I think we will be needing to end that real soon. one year oldtwo years old
Some things about Nixon at this age:
He is a big kid. People at Logan's sport's practices always ask why Nixon isn't playing. They are shocked when I tell them he is two and too young to play.
He throws nasty tantrums. Like numerous one all day long. It's painful.
When he talks, he is very expressive with his eyes. It makes us laugh everytime we have long conversations with him.
The poor kid has always gotten hand me downs from Logan and always sees Logan getting new shoes and clothes. But he needed shoes and I didn't have the size so we all went to the store and bought him some shoes. His face was priceless. So happy to be getting something of his own. It made me feel bad for him.
Logan and him basically wear the same size now. Logan is taller but skinnier.
His favorite person is "tephanie" (stephanie) my newest sister in law. He requested the she be at his birthday party, along with pop and grandma.
He has been picked on ever since the moment I brought him home from the hospital not only by his brother but just by other kids. If you approach him he might knock you down just to show you that you can't mess with him anymore.
I think he learned from a young age that as soon as he cries I come running to his defense, so he cries hysterically over every little thing knowing Logan will get in trouble. I've gotta work on that.
He can ride his bike really fast.
He can dribble a basketball well and make baskets.
He picks on Brynnley but sometimes because Logan tells him to.
He likes to eat.
He's pretty stubborn.
He wants a razor scooter for his birthday, one just like Logan.
His tantrums make Kyle and myself crazy, but we love the kid so much. He really is the cutest.

Sunday, February 19, 2012


I wouldn't call myself a sports fan. In fact, you might even go as far as to say I hate sports! I really don't mind going to a live sporting event on occasion. But sports on TV make me kinda crazy. ESPN makes me insane. When the NFL was on strike, I thought, wow my prayers were answered. And then when the NBA had their lockout I thought life couldn't be better. But of course they both didn't last long and sports are on in my home alot. To be honest I don't remember Kyle even watching sports when we dated. I knew he liked them but we never watched them together. Then we got married and BAM espn was on all day long.
When I was pregnant with Logan I was already dreading being at the ball field. But as it turns out, I am a fan of my boys, and watching them play sports is the best. Nixon started a little soccer class because he is still too young for any organized team sports. Logan discovered a skate park at the same park that Nixon's class is at and now wants to be just like those greasy haired, potty mouthed, skaters who can do really cool tricks. awesome. Logan also started playing basketball at the Y. It might just be the cutest and funniest thing ever, to watch 4 year olds play basketball. The absolute best. He also just started little league as a Dodger. I'm not sure about this whole baseball world. It seems a little intense. But he seems to love baseball the most out of all the sports he has played. He informed the the other day that when baseball is over he will be playing football. We will see about that.

Monday, February 6, 2012


Everyone told me that my two boys would be best friends someday. With as much fighting as there was going on I didn't believe anyone. But now, the fights are few and far between. They want and need each other, to play the majority of the time. Although, Logan told me the other day that sometimes he likes to just play by himself sometimes. Anytime we drive down a hill the boys yell out to put your arms up for the roller coaster. I think it's time to get out passes back at Disneyland.
Oh, they still fight/wrestle. This was actually just happy wrestling, but they will throw down over a piece of trash if one of them is mad enough.
They dig in the backyard for hours (this happens to be naked digging). I don't know how many times I have looked in the backyard to find one of them peeing on something and the other one laughing. They instigate each other. Really I don't stand a chance when they gang up on me. They watch shows together. The most quiet time of the day.
They collect worms together, call them pets, and try to convince me to let them inside.
They pull out everything from cupboards and create new living space/storage space for themselves. After refolding all the blankets numerous times I finally gave in and have left this storage space empty for their enjoyment.
They are best buds, although neither one of them will admit to it. And when they are tired. They both put their blankets over their head and are out.
Together, they make Kyle and myself crazy absolutely crazy. But at the end of the day we couldn't imagine life without these wild boys.

Saturday, February 4, 2012


Sweetest face I ever did see. Filthiest face I ever did seeCraziess face I ever did seeMaddest face I ever did see
11 months old (sigh)

She is so tender and sweet and yet the child will not give out any kisses. Never ever.

She sits in a cheerleader star all the time.

She pulls her hair.

She has zero desire to walk on her own although she walks along side the couch and pushes things across the room.

She eats like a champ and only nurses 2 times a day. It's a different story at night.

She is a horrible horrible baby at night. Every two hours up.

She says mama, dada, and hot.

She meows like a cat. Today I went to get her when she woke up from her nap and she meowed. She talks cat.

She is dirty all the time. The crawling stage really isn't all that great. Church tights are a one time use.

She gets really mad if you take something away, like keys.

Her favorite toy is a rattle Logan got from my friend Megan that was free from Goofy's kitchen.

I caught her on the tablet that one of the boys left on the floor.
Did anyone know Logan as a baby? Brynnley all wrapped up in a towel=Logan
Attempting headstands. I find her like this at random times during the day. She is pretty tough. This is her post being thrown at with mud through the screen door. Didn't phase her one bit. Brynnley has been a sport's spectator since she was born. I guess with 2 older brothers and a dad who breaths sports she didn't really have a chance.She loves her pillow case and tucks in in between her pacifier when it is in her mouth
She is just one of the boys. Makes her way into the boys room and starts playing legos. This is her ALL day long. On her knees, arms stretched out, throw in her right hand opening and closing and her saying, "mama" over and over again. It's pathetic but it works everytime.
She is loved