33 posts tagged “mickey”

Brenn and Mickey were helping their daddy in the back yard today.  I thought I would share pictures.

My garden, Steve's new tiller, and Steve & kids with the tiller.

My birthday bench, Micky randomly and Mickey & Brenna on the birthday bench.

Or, one babe in particular.  *g*

We've been trying to teach Mickey (who, for those keep track, just turned 2) how to count.  This was the conversation this morning before the walk to school.

Me:  Mickey... one

Mickey:  two

Me:  three

Mickey:  free

Me:  four

Mickey:  why

We think that 'why' is how he's saying 'five' for right now, because he's said it that way before, but it's entirely possibly that by this time, he was fed up with counting and was just asking "why?"

Also, notice that he does not say 'one' or 'four' and jumps right to the next numbers in the sequence. 

(We're also attempting colors, but for now, the only color he accurately identifies is 'geen'.)

My 20-month old has learned a new word.  "Yes."  (When he says it, it sounds a little like 'yesh')

This was our conversation a couple minutes ago.

Me:  Mickey, did you poopy?

Mickey:  Yesh!

Me: Would you like your butt checked?

Mickey:  NO!  *son continues playing*

Also on his list of new words are cheese, banana and thank you. 

Now, if you must excuse me, I have to go catch him and see if he was being honest when he said "yesh" or if he was just testing out a new word. 

1. I've had a bad headache all morning. can't get rid of it. Ugh.
2. My son likes eating pencil erasers. Is this normal?
3. Dragons! Dragons! Dragons! (click, you know you want to)

We're breaking Mickey from his pacifier... the hard way.  (Is there an 'easy way'?)   He lost his paci this afternoon and I could not locate it. 

It is now 11:09 om and he just woke up... to realize he didn't have it. 

The crying is heart wrenching.

My poor little man.

Greetings from the wilds!

Yes, I have been in the wilds.  Steve got home from Over There last Monday night and we took the kids and dog and drove up to Pennsylvania to visit with my parents and spend a few days camping.  

We camped at Lyman Run State Park, which was simply gorgeous and it was a shame that it had to end so soon.  Next time (yes, there will be a next time) we will have to state longer.  They have facilities for campers and tents.   There's fishing, hiking, boating, swimming.  They even had a place where you could rent boats, paddle boats, kayaks, etc to use.  I wanted to rent a paddle boat but the concessions state couldn't cash anything bigger than a $50 and didn't take credit card.  

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Yes, there are places left in the world that don't take credit card.  Bless their hearts.   

This was Major's (my Dobie puppy, as some of you recall) first trip to visit Grandma and Grandpa and his first time going someplace outside the city.  I was somewhat apprehensive about it, but he's done really well.  It turns out, the country life on the farm agrees with him.  I've taken him 'up back' for walks at least 3 times a day before we went camping ('up back' means up through the hay fields on the hill behind my parents' house) and then there was all the wilderness for hi to explore while we went camping.  

He will, I think, come home a changed doggie.  

This was also Mickey's first camping trip.  He got to sleep in a tent, go fishing on the boat (Dad and Steve say 'never again' because he doesn't hold still and wants to jump in the water.  Hehehe.  Oops!) , stay up late, and take showers instead of baths.  With luke warm water instead of really warm.  

Mom and I took the kids and all the dogs (their poodles and my Dobie) to the 'beach'  to swim with the fish and the frogs.  Literally.  We weren't in the water for five seconds and we found a tadpole.  Which was very cool.  

Mickey was not sure about it, at first, but then he hooked up with a couple little girls and got over being afraid of the water so he could play with them.  My son… such a player at such a young age.  Hehehe.  

Saturday night we made S'mores and told tall tales around the camp fire until bed time.  Or rather, Brenna made every s'mores while Mom and I washed dinner dishes, Dad kept the poodles out of the way and Steve chased Mickey around.  

The next time we go, we're going to remember to bring actual money as opposed to the plastic kind, so I can rent a paddle boat.  

Anyway…

Today is Monday and I'm doing laundry so we can have clean clothes.  Tomorrow we'll be packing up to head home home (as opposed to 'the farm home').  We have a week left all the way around.  Brenna has a week left of summer vacation and Steve has a week left before he has to hope a plane back Over There.  

I'm uploading pictures from this weekend to my Photobucket account.  

The will be here once they all get finished loading.  It's slow going because Mom's Net is not as fast as mine.  

Mickey picked up a new word today.

Brenna is cleaning her room and came out to the kitchen for trash bags.  At the last minute, she stopped and grabs a second bag (plastic grocery store bags... we recycle them as small garbage bags) and says "I might need two."

As she walks out the room, Mickey follows her, echoing "Tew!  Tew!'

So... I've been taking these with my cell phone to send to Steve to Afghanistan.   Thought I'd share them here, too!

Well, Brenna, Mickey and I colored eggs all by ourselves this year.  Was different doing it without Steve, but we persevered with smiles so we could send pictures to him and brighten his day.  He says where they are located is high in the mountains and he feels very isolated. 

These first photos are the prep-work.  Vinegar, egg dye, and finally, the first eggs in the cups.

More shots of the eggs, coming out of the dye, mostly.

These are Mickey, playing with plastic eggs.  He wanted to help with the real ones, but he cracked two, so I figured the plastic ones were safer for him.

And now Brenna being a ham. 

Lastly, some random shots of the finished products.