Friday, January 2, 2009

Do You Know What Sprite Looks Like?

Well, here we are again; another new year is upon us. How time flies. The adage is true: “The older you get the faster time goes.” It really sinks in when your kids hit milestones. Tyler will be eight in a month, which means it will be baptism time for him. It just doesn’t seem possible, but sure enough, time never stops, so we have only the choice to live life as it comes and to take advantage of all the “time” we are blessed to have; or to blow it.

So, I’m sure most of you have seen my last entry announcing our pending arrival in July; now for the story behind it. Carol and I had been talking about it for a few months, but we were not really convinced we were ready again. All of our kids have been brought to us with the help of clomid (baby-making drug). Carol had the prescription, but had not yet filled it. As we continued to fast and pray about it, we decided we would go ahead and give it a shot. But, nothing happened with Carol (you figure out the details, yourself). So we thought: “OK, maybe this isn’t the right time.” Wrong! The Lord was so sure that this was the time he took nature into his own hands. So this baby is a drug-free baby. By the time we decided we were ready, Carol was already pregnant. Surprise! We told our families at Christmas, and found out that my sister (July 11) and my sister-in-law (July 2) are also expecting. July will bring lots of fireworks to the extended Livingston family.

On to other things: I was responding to a friend from BYU about this blog, and told her that it has occurred to me that this has quite literally become a way for me to record a history of our lives. So, from time-to-time, I need to include other types of info on here, which may not necessarily be interesting for others to read, but will be a great source of history for us and our kids to look back on. So with that in mind: recently, Tyler was at school and because of the extreme cold, the kids had some days of indoor recess. Anyways, he was playing a game with a group of kids, and another boy, who is a member of our ward, asked if he could play, too. One of the boys told him no. Tyler said that after the boy walked away, he got up and left what he was doing, and went to ask the boy who had been turned down if he would like to do something with him. They then played together instead. We were quite proud to hear of his kind act.

And of course, here are the latest funnies: Trevin tells me he has to go to the bathroom, the other day, so I ask him: “What do you need to do?” He says “go get up on the potty.” So I tell him go do it then. A few seconds later I call to him and ask: “Did you make it?” He says “Yeah.” Me: “Are you going poop?” Again he responds: “Yeah.” I respond with an “Oh man,” to which he replies in a total “ha-ha” tone: “You have to wipe it up.”

During this holiday season, every time we took the kids to the store with us to look at things, Bailey bombarded us with the phrase: “Oh, I want this for Christmas,” or “I want that for Christmas.” Literally, every time we are at a store she added to her list about every 30 seconds; no joke. So we were at Fred Meyer, and after proclaiming her desire several more times, Trevin held his hands up and while bringing them down to slap him on his knees so as to say “enough already,” he said: “Bailey, you want every thing for Christmas!”

Trevin hit an ornament on the tree with a toy hammer, and it came apart. I said “that doesn’t make me very happy. Mom, does that make you happy?” Carol replied, “No. disappointed, actually.” I said, “Yep, pretty, disappointing.” Trevin quickly retorted: “I’m not going to jail.”

Bailey loves to play school, but usually not while she is being watched. Anyways, she decided to let me play the other day and I was one of her students. She was holding up a book and telling us (me and the other students--stuffed toys and babies) the story. I got distracted for a brief moment and was looking at the poster of David Ortiz (Boston Red Sox player) on the wall. After a couple of seconds, Bailey kindly reminded the “class” without singling me out: “Eyes need to be up here. Not looking at other things.”

Tyler went with Grandma Livingston to the grocery store while we were in Eugene, a couple days after we had announced our pending July arrival. They were talking and Tyler said: “Grandma, I don’t want to have another baby.” She replied: “How come, because you would have to get a new car?” To which Tyler replied: “No. Because then I would have to be even quieter. I already have to be quiet when Caden’s asleep. Now when I come from school, they’ll be two babies asleep.”

Trevin was wrestling with his cousin and brothers in Eugene, and he was a little too rough, so I grabbed him and started wrestling him. His pants came down a little and he was, well, bum-cracking. I gave him a little squeeze and said “bum-cracking.” His quick response as he reached back to pull up his pants was: “Dat not apopiate!”

You’ve all had sliced deli turkey before, right. So of course you’ve seen the little lines of fat that sometimes show up in certain parts of the turkey, right. Well, the Trev-man was eating his lunch a couple days again and told me he didn’t want to eat his turkey. It was basically untouched, so I asked why not. He said, “cuz my turkey has owies.” I said what are talking about? Your turkey doesn’t have owies.” “Uh-huh, look,” he said, pointing to those little lines of fat.

We were eating stew for dinner and a discussion began as to whether it was stew or soup, because of its consistency. Tyler insisted that it was stew each time Bailey called it soup. So the discussion continued and Bailey asked what “runny” meant, thinking that it was the same as mushy. I explained the difference between them and then Bailey turned the conversation a little gross. Trevin then asked: “like tooters?” I said “no tooters are gas.” Bailey then said “like this,” and without hesitation dropped a giant bomb for all to hear. Our sweet little princess!

Trevin was coughing at the dinner table and was going on for quite a bit, kind of like he was forcing it. Carol told him, OK that’s enough, to which he replied: “My throat is doing that.”

And lastly, I went in to check on Trevin, on a recent trip to the potty, when he informed me as he went pee: “that looks like sprite.” So those are latest funnies and the latest happenings in the Livingston’s Life and Times. And these are just a few pics from the last couple of weeks.

All aboard the Tyler train

The cowboy way

Family fun in the snow

Who was that purple girl?

Super(cute)man

3 comments:

KimnSam said...

Hey, I like the new look for your blog! Congratulations on your coming baby! Congrats to Ashley and Leslie too!!

Erin Dooley said...

I love all the snow pictures!!! Looks like you had tons of fun:)

Kenz said...

ahaha!!! Every time I read your blog I laugh until it hurts! It hurts!