Cuddle bugs

While the girls watch TV, they often snuggle and Sarah Ellen likes to sit in Lily’s lap.  This is how I found them today.  Sarah Ellen was literally watching peeking through her polka dotz bankie. 

Spring is in the Air

Mother Nature gave us a much needed reprieve from the frigid winter weather in the form of a perfect sunny 75 degree Saturday.  We took advantage of the day playing outside soaking up as much vitamin D as we could.
We began our morning at the playground at James Island County Park.  We then ventured over to the fishing dock to watch the crabbies and throw rocks in the river.   Good thing nobody was fishing.
We spent our afternoon outside riding bikes, making dirt cakes and playing at the park. 
   Daddy had plenty of help adjusting the training wheels.
Thank you Mother Nature.

Sarah Ellen Update

I started this update months ago and never finished it to post.  Better late than never, right?
Oh Miss Sarah Ellen, you are quite the character. 
Your antics are mostly cute and endearing, but at times can also be exhausting.  Yes dear, I’m recording the good and the bad.  You insist on yelling about EVERYTHING.   Hence the nickname Sarah Yellin is still very appropriate.  If you want more milk, you yell, “MORE MILKY.”  We are working on using your words and your manners, but it is slow to come.  You also have mastered the art of the temper tantrum.  Sometimes you refuse to say please or use words and just continue to yell louder and louder and louder.  We calmly (most of the time) tell you not to yell and take you to time out.  Amazingly, this usually works.  However, you are wise beyond your years.  The other day I put you in the time out chair downstairs and told you not to get out of the chair until I came to get you.  We soon heard the chair scraping across the floor.  You proceeded to scoot the chair all the way into the kitchen where we were.  I have to give you credit, though, you did follow the directions given to you.  I suppose time-out will have to be in your room from now on. 

  Sarah Ellen’s mine face

I am afraid you have inherited one of my not so pleasant traits: you hate waking up.  You almost never wake up happy.  You don’t want to be looked at, talked to or touched in any way.  You sometimes want to snuggle, but it has to be on your own terms. 

  Sarah Ellen’s mad face

Speaking of sleeping, you don’t like to – at nap time anyway.  Yes, nap time in no more around here, even though that is what I still call it.  You do seem to enjoy some down time in your room.  Most of the time you sit and read books.  I did learn the hard way, though, the necessity of toddler proofing your room.  One day you found a marker meant for your growth chart (permanent, I might add) and proceeded to decorate your door, walls and new furniture.  Another day, you found some diaper cream and had fun smearing it all over your new dresser.  “Look Mommy, I finger painting.”

   Sarah Ellen’s  sad face

You continue to adore your sister although you do get a kick out of aggravating her. You have frequently visited the time out chair for destroying things that Lily is working on.  

  Sarah Ellen’s surprised face

You really don’t listen to a thing we say.  “Sarah Ellen, do not touch that.  You will go to time out if you touch that.”  You look right at us and defiantly stick your finger on what ever item we are insisting you don’t touch.  Oh child, what are we to do with you? 

   Sarah Ellen’s inside joke face

Your face is full of expression.  Mad, sad and “I just made a joke” are cute and predictable, but it’s the unexpected faces that continue to amuse us. 

   Sarah Ellen’s “oh Mom” face in 10 years

Your language skills have completely exploded.  You went from one word expressions to full, complicated sentences in no time.  My favorite is that you say “wipe” instead of “white.”  “I want wipe ice cream.”  “Where is Snow Wipe?”

  Sarah Ellen’s stinking cute face

It is a good thing you are cute.  I can take one look at that single little dimple and eat you up.  Although your free spirit can be challenging at times, I wouldn’t change it for the world.  It will take you far in life.  I have no doubt you will do amazing things in this world one day.  Mommy and Daddy love you, little Buggy.

Oh Baby!

Baby Jane, along with her parents, came to visit  and watch the Super Bowl with us on Sunday.  The girls were instantly smitten with this little cutie.  Lily quickly took on her role as “little mamma” making Jane laugh and smile.  Sarah Ellen ran up and down the stairs to collect toys for “baby James.”

  How on earth did my baby get so big?  Wasn’t she just the tiny little bug rolling around on a mat?  Pam has to be the most laid back first time mom ever.  She didn’t flinch at Sarah Ellen dancing all around Jane and giving her big kisses.  Pam is a natural and it shows in how happy sweet little Jane is.    Lily had fun trying on Mrs. Pam’s boots.

Thank you, Jane, for bringing your parents over for the evening.  We look forward to many more visits!

Is the Cat in The Hat Coming?

The sun did not shine.

It was too cold to play.

So we sat in the house

All that cold, cold, wet day.

That pretty much sums up our winter.

Lost

James and I didn’t join in the Lost series bandwagon when the rest of the world did, so we thought we would check it out to see if all the hype about this show was really worth it.  It all started with a simple click of the mouse and Netflix sent us the first DVD in the mail.  Who knew that that simple little click would come to consume our lives.  We have since discovered that we don’t even need to wait on the DVD’s.  We can plug the computer into the TV and watch them INSTANTLY!  So now we find ourselves in bed at 8 o’clock every night glued to the television.  Practically each show ends in a cliffhanger so it takes great control to not click the “play next episode” button.   We have abandoned all the old shows we used to watch because we just can’t pull ourselves away from Lost.  I must know:  What is this island all about?  What the heck is the smoke monster?  Who is Jacob?  I must know!  I must know now!

I have no clue how anyone watched this series over a span of 6 years.  A week in between each episode, three months between each season.   The anxiety, the bad dreams, the unrest that must have caused for six whole years. 

We are now in season 4 and more confused than ever.  We must knock out these last 3 seasons so we can move on with our lives.  I am a bit afraid of the withdrawal that will ensue after the end of this series, but the end must come, AND SOON!  

I’m Back

Thank you to my wonderful husband for taking over the blogging duties for the month of January.  I feel refreshed and ready to capture more Weatherholtz moments.  

I enjoyed the break from writing (not one of my favorite things to do) and enjoyed even more hearing James’ take on things around here. 

I didn’t make New Year’s resolutions this year, but I do want to blog more.   Only once am I going to have a 2 and 4 year old and I want to remember every moment of it.  So put up with my stinky writing if you will and enjoy (hopefully) more  posts from the Weatherholtz clan.