Monday, January 23, 2012
Hokey Pokey!
One night putting on Ella's pajamas, I started singing Hokey Pokey. She loved it! Every night now she asks for, "Pokey!" Tonight, after I got her jammies on, she wanted Cooper to do the Hokey Pokey with her. That was the cutest, funniest thing I have ever seen in my life. Chris and I laughed and laughed. Funny, precious babies. :)
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
We get a little crazy around here...
This morning, since my children were sick - though you'd never know it from how much fun they're having - we skipped church so as not to expose anybody else to their "yucky, red throat virus". Sunday mornings are special to us since it's the only morning we are all here together. Saturdays Chris works, and Wednesdays when he's home I have to hurry to work. So anyway, we love our Sunday mornings.
This morning after breakfast Cooper wanted to play pet shop. That basically meant he brought all 800 of his stuffed animals into the den and wanted us to come pick one and buy it from him (using his new cash register that he got from Santa). First Ella was going to be his assistant. Chris asked her if he could buy an animal, and she said, "No biting!" Cooper, Chris and I laughed until we cried because she was serious, pointing her little finger at Chris and fussing at him because she thought he said he wanted to bite an animal instead of buy one.
Then Chris got smart and asked Cooper about buying an animal. Cooper sold him a monkey for $64. Then Ella came up, pointed to the monkey and said, "Mine!" Chris said, "No way. I just paid $64 for this monkey. It's mine." Then they got into a nice argument with Ella getting pretty mad that Chris was teasing her and not giving her the monkey. Cooper walked up and said, "Daddy, giver her the moneky. You can have this cheetah." So Chris agreed to a trade. ;) Ella put the monkey in a bucket she was carrying around as her, "picketbook", then looked at the cheetah and said, "My fox!" Cooper said, "That's not a fox, it's a cheetah." Chris said, "I already paid $64 for a monkey and got a cheetah, and now you want my cheetah?" To which Ella replied, "No. Fox!" Silly, silly girl. :)
This morning after breakfast Cooper wanted to play pet shop. That basically meant he brought all 800 of his stuffed animals into the den and wanted us to come pick one and buy it from him (using his new cash register that he got from Santa). First Ella was going to be his assistant. Chris asked her if he could buy an animal, and she said, "No biting!" Cooper, Chris and I laughed until we cried because she was serious, pointing her little finger at Chris and fussing at him because she thought he said he wanted to bite an animal instead of buy one.
Then Chris got smart and asked Cooper about buying an animal. Cooper sold him a monkey for $64. Then Ella came up, pointed to the monkey and said, "Mine!" Chris said, "No way. I just paid $64 for this monkey. It's mine." Then they got into a nice argument with Ella getting pretty mad that Chris was teasing her and not giving her the monkey. Cooper walked up and said, "Daddy, giver her the moneky. You can have this cheetah." So Chris agreed to a trade. ;) Ella put the monkey in a bucket she was carrying around as her, "picketbook", then looked at the cheetah and said, "My fox!" Cooper said, "That's not a fox, it's a cheetah." Chris said, "I already paid $64 for a monkey and got a cheetah, and now you want my cheetah?" To which Ella replied, "No. Fox!" Silly, silly girl. :)
Friday, January 6, 2012
Love my girl...
Miss Ella is quite full of personality these days. She is such a sassy, funny, sweet little lady. I want to remember everything about her at this age, so I'm going to write down some of the funny, cute things she says and does so I won't forget.
She loves to say, "You's" as in "You's coat Bubby?" "You's shoes Mommy." Especially funny since we live in the south. :)
She says so many phrases and is putting words into sentences really well. Some of her faves... "I get it." "I fix it." And anything ending with - ing... "I running!" "I coming!" "I going!" "I hiding!"
She loves to play hide and seek with Cooper. She'll look for him saying, "Bubby, where IS you?"
She also loves to say "ont" (want). When she wakes up, the first thing she says is, "Ont Bubby".
If she's not calling Cooper "Bubby" or "Bubba" she'll call him "Coopee". She has only said "Cooper" a couple of times.
She has really good manners. She says, "peez", "tanks", "tank you", "welcome" and "scuse me." She will also say, "soddy" whether she actually should or not. She will apologize even when she did nothing wrong. Like if Cooper bumps into her she'll say, "Oh soddy". Bless her.
She recently has decided she wants to be rocked to sleep at night. This is such a change for her! She has always practically dived out of my arms to get to her crib every night. She'll say, "Rock Mommy." And as soon as I sit down, "Sing!" She can help say her prayers at night (saying sleep, keep, night, light and Amen), and sing along to "You are My Sunshine". She can hum the tune and catch some words while I sing, but she can also say the words at the end of each line to "You Are My Sunshine" too (sunshine, happy, gray, dear, you, take, away). She still sleeps with puppy every night (Cooper's old build-a-bear dog Froglina).
When we got the puppies for the kids for Christmas, Ella's dog Daisy had a red collar and Cooper's dog Trixie had a black collar. We took them to PetSmart to let them pick their own collars. Cooper picked this black and pink collar, but I told him I thought a different brown and pink one would be cuter because the puppies are brown. So his was mostly brown with a little pink. We let Ella pick from a couple that matched, and she picked one that was mostly pink. Then she got upset and was pitching a fit about something, so she and Chris were walking around a little while Cooper and I still looked around. I started to feel bad because I knew I sort of convinced Cooper to get a different collar, and we had agreed to let him pick whatever he wanted, so I told him if he really liked the first collar best, he could get that one. So he did and since Ella was gone with Chris, I just picked one that sort of matched his - a light pink and gray one. That night we put their new collars on after the kids went to bed. When we were playing with the puppies the next morning, Ella insisted that Trixie was Daisy and Daisy was Trixie. She just new that the bright pink collar was the one she picked (the one she picked did have a lot bright pink, and the one I changed it to had light pink). She kept on and on pointing to Trixie (Cooper's) and saying, "No. Mine!" Then pointing to Daisy and saying, "You's. Trixie." So funny. It didn't matter what Cooper and I said or how many times we tried to explain it to her, she was convinced that we had them mixed up and that Daisy was the one in that pink collar. I finally took Daisy's new collar off, put her old red one on and said, "See Ella? That's Daisy." Then she said, "Oh Daisy! Hey!" Funny funny girl. I think we'll keep her. :)
She loves to say, "You's" as in "You's coat Bubby?" "You's shoes Mommy." Especially funny since we live in the south. :)
She says so many phrases and is putting words into sentences really well. Some of her faves... "I get it." "I fix it." And anything ending with - ing... "I running!" "I coming!" "I going!" "I hiding!"
She loves to play hide and seek with Cooper. She'll look for him saying, "Bubby, where IS you?"
She also loves to say "ont" (want). When she wakes up, the first thing she says is, "Ont Bubby".
If she's not calling Cooper "Bubby" or "Bubba" she'll call him "Coopee". She has only said "Cooper" a couple of times.
She has really good manners. She says, "peez", "tanks", "tank you", "welcome" and "scuse me." She will also say, "soddy" whether she actually should or not. She will apologize even when she did nothing wrong. Like if Cooper bumps into her she'll say, "Oh soddy". Bless her.
She recently has decided she wants to be rocked to sleep at night. This is such a change for her! She has always practically dived out of my arms to get to her crib every night. She'll say, "Rock Mommy." And as soon as I sit down, "Sing!" She can help say her prayers at night (saying sleep, keep, night, light and Amen), and sing along to "You are My Sunshine". She can hum the tune and catch some words while I sing, but she can also say the words at the end of each line to "You Are My Sunshine" too (sunshine, happy, gray, dear, you, take, away). She still sleeps with puppy every night (Cooper's old build-a-bear dog Froglina).
When we got the puppies for the kids for Christmas, Ella's dog Daisy had a red collar and Cooper's dog Trixie had a black collar. We took them to PetSmart to let them pick their own collars. Cooper picked this black and pink collar, but I told him I thought a different brown and pink one would be cuter because the puppies are brown. So his was mostly brown with a little pink. We let Ella pick from a couple that matched, and she picked one that was mostly pink. Then she got upset and was pitching a fit about something, so she and Chris were walking around a little while Cooper and I still looked around. I started to feel bad because I knew I sort of convinced Cooper to get a different collar, and we had agreed to let him pick whatever he wanted, so I told him if he really liked the first collar best, he could get that one. So he did and since Ella was gone with Chris, I just picked one that sort of matched his - a light pink and gray one. That night we put their new collars on after the kids went to bed. When we were playing with the puppies the next morning, Ella insisted that Trixie was Daisy and Daisy was Trixie. She just new that the bright pink collar was the one she picked (the one she picked did have a lot bright pink, and the one I changed it to had light pink). She kept on and on pointing to Trixie (Cooper's) and saying, "No. Mine!" Then pointing to Daisy and saying, "You's. Trixie." So funny. It didn't matter what Cooper and I said or how many times we tried to explain it to her, she was convinced that we had them mixed up and that Daisy was the one in that pink collar. I finally took Daisy's new collar off, put her old red one on and said, "See Ella? That's Daisy." Then she said, "Oh Daisy! Hey!" Funny funny girl. I think we'll keep her. :)
Monday, January 2, 2012
New Year's Eve in the ER
I am so far behind on blogging. :P I want to write about all of the fun things we've done throughout this Christmas season - because there were a lot of fun things, and we had a great Christmas - but I am so far behind that I can't get motivated to start. So I am skipping all of that, hopefully to catch back up later, and writing about our very eventful New Year's Eve...
So New Year's Eve we had plans to go out to eat with friends, and then back to Angie and Wes's to hang out (kid-free!) to watch the ball drop. (I should add here that I actually spent time trying on outfits because I am sick sick sick of my clothes and feel like I wear the same thing over and over, so I wanted to make an attempt to look cute for New Year's. I was even going WAY out on a limb to wear black leggings, black boots and a long sweater. Black leggings = not in my comfort zone.) So as we are just starting to get ready, and I need to change Ella's diaper. I took her to her room to change her diaper, and Cooper followed me in there, because you can be sure wherever I go, Cooper will follow. :) As I'm changing her diaper, I was talking to Cooper about all of the fun things he was going to do with Grammy when she got there to keep them. I heard him fall, and by the time I looked behind me he was jumping up, holding his arm, and saying, "Mom, I broke my arm!" He just had this shocked look on his face. I was trying to feel on his arm to see if anything felt out of place, and figure out where it hurt, and then I felt this huge, nasty knot on his elbow. I called Mom to ask her to come on up to the house to keep Ella so we could head to the ER.
While we were getting on socks and shoes, and waiting on Mom, poor Cooper was in so much pain. He didn't cry after the first few minutes, but he was really pale, and his face had that pinched look like he was in a lot of pain. So pitiful. In the car it was a little better because the car seat supported his arm. By the time we got back to the hospital, he was his usual smiley, chatty self. We got there a little before 7:00. Waited in the waiting room until 8:00. Went to triage where they gave him some Motrin. In triage the nurse asked him to look at that stupid pain scale with the faces and tell which one showed they way he felt. During the time we had been in the room with her, he was laughing and asking questions (What does that do? What does this do?). He said, "That one way on the right, with the tears." Then he grinned really big and we all busted out laughing at him. It was just so at odds with the way he was acting. I know it was hurting - but a 10 on the pain scale? Funny.
So we went back to the waiting room. About 10 we went back for x-rays, not too long after that we went back to a room. We finally saw a doctor who told us the arm was in fact broken around 11:45. He said because of the swelling, they would splint it and then we should go see an ortopedist and get it casted on Monday. Cooper crashed out at 12:39, and at 12:40 the nurse came in to splint his arm. At 1:00 we carried a sleepy, splinted, shirtless, blanketed boy out the car. We finally all went to sleep in our bed at 2:00.
It was a long, long, very long night. We counted down the time on the big clock in the room, Chris and I kissed Cooper at midnight, and played tons and tons of Angry Birds on my phone. Cooper was such a trooper, precious to be with all night. He was only whiney twice - to say, "I am very upset that I am missing my special night with Grammy." and "They are never going to let me go home!" I totally felt like they were never going to let us go home either, so I could relate. He even apologized to us that we were missing dinner with our friends and having to spend the night in the ER with him. He said, "That was not a good choice I made about doing tricks in Ella's chair." Poor sweet boy.
Here is a video of him talking about his arm:
And here is one of my all time favorite videos of him when he was about Ella's age - 21 months, the first time he broke his arm.
So New Year's Eve we had plans to go out to eat with friends, and then back to Angie and Wes's to hang out (kid-free!) to watch the ball drop. (I should add here that I actually spent time trying on outfits because I am sick sick sick of my clothes and feel like I wear the same thing over and over, so I wanted to make an attempt to look cute for New Year's. I was even going WAY out on a limb to wear black leggings, black boots and a long sweater. Black leggings = not in my comfort zone.) So as we are just starting to get ready, and I need to change Ella's diaper. I took her to her room to change her diaper, and Cooper followed me in there, because you can be sure wherever I go, Cooper will follow. :) As I'm changing her diaper, I was talking to Cooper about all of the fun things he was going to do with Grammy when she got there to keep them. I heard him fall, and by the time I looked behind me he was jumping up, holding his arm, and saying, "Mom, I broke my arm!" He just had this shocked look on his face. I was trying to feel on his arm to see if anything felt out of place, and figure out where it hurt, and then I felt this huge, nasty knot on his elbow. I called Mom to ask her to come on up to the house to keep Ella so we could head to the ER.
While we were getting on socks and shoes, and waiting on Mom, poor Cooper was in so much pain. He didn't cry after the first few minutes, but he was really pale, and his face had that pinched look like he was in a lot of pain. So pitiful. In the car it was a little better because the car seat supported his arm. By the time we got back to the hospital, he was his usual smiley, chatty self. We got there a little before 7:00. Waited in the waiting room until 8:00. Went to triage where they gave him some Motrin. In triage the nurse asked him to look at that stupid pain scale with the faces and tell which one showed they way he felt. During the time we had been in the room with her, he was laughing and asking questions (What does that do? What does this do?). He said, "That one way on the right, with the tears." Then he grinned really big and we all busted out laughing at him. It was just so at odds with the way he was acting. I know it was hurting - but a 10 on the pain scale? Funny.
So we went back to the waiting room. About 10 we went back for x-rays, not too long after that we went back to a room. We finally saw a doctor who told us the arm was in fact broken around 11:45. He said because of the swelling, they would splint it and then we should go see an ortopedist and get it casted on Monday. Cooper crashed out at 12:39, and at 12:40 the nurse came in to splint his arm. At 1:00 we carried a sleepy, splinted, shirtless, blanketed boy out the car. We finally all went to sleep in our bed at 2:00.
It was a long, long, very long night. We counted down the time on the big clock in the room, Chris and I kissed Cooper at midnight, and played tons and tons of Angry Birds on my phone. Cooper was such a trooper, precious to be with all night. He was only whiney twice - to say, "I am very upset that I am missing my special night with Grammy." and "They are never going to let me go home!" I totally felt like they were never going to let us go home either, so I could relate. He even apologized to us that we were missing dinner with our friends and having to spend the night in the ER with him. He said, "That was not a good choice I made about doing tricks in Ella's chair." Poor sweet boy.
Here is a video of him talking about his arm:
And here is one of my all time favorite videos of him when he was about Ella's age - 21 months, the first time he broke his arm.
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