Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Happy Birthday Boom!

We hope you have a wonderful day!  We love you!


Sunday, September 9, 2012

Weekend Wrap-Up

We had a really fun weekend!

Friday
The awesomeness that was the Lynx game / Prowl's birthday party! 

Saturday
We spent a lot of the day downtown.

We started by going to an open house at MacPhail.  Callie and Boom are going to start the "Musical Discovery" class tomorrow!
Fun with scarves
Then we walked to the Suurmeyer's condo and had a delicious brunch with them.  Nathan and Jill were in town, and it was great that a few of us Hendersons/Suurmeyers could be together (we missed you Laura, Laura, Ellen, and Mari!).

After dinner (during which I got THIS face)...
Cranky pants!

...we headed to G-ma and G-pa's house...where Callie pretended to be Lami and then went crazy.



Sunday
I have missed our morning cuddles, so we got in a little one this morning before a certain toddler could pep up enough to realize that laying down in bed wasn't as exciting as...well...everything else she could be doing.

This morning was a very exciting event...THE FIRST DAY OF SUNDAY SCHOOL!!!!  Yes, believe it or not, she is old enough.  I still can't believe it, but that is besides the point.  She was VERY excited to go and had no problem telling us goodbye-see-ya-later.

Super happy!

In they go!

Yep, these two are in the same class!
We are going to be teaching the Sunday school class twice a month, starting next week.  It will be a riot!

This afternoon Anna came over to hang out, play at the park and (as usual) be much cooler than mom or dad.  ("No, MOMMY, I want to hold ANNA's hand!")



Pretty close to a wardrobe malfunction...next time we need leggings!

Shadows!
And some general updates:
Cincuenta September goal: 18/50.  I am trying to get at least 14 miles each week, so I surpassed my goal and am feeling much better! 
Potty Training: This week has been better.  She pees no problem on the potty, though we are still not successful with the poop.  We've just resigned to the fact that, until she is ready do do it willingly on her own, it isn't going to happen.  So we offer pull-ups when we can tell she needs to go, otherwise she goes in her undies.  It is what it is...we'll see what happens as she gets closer to three.

Other than that, we're just busy with all the back-to-reality craziness that the start of the school year brings!

Friday, September 7, 2012

Happy Birthday Prowl!

Sooooo...our toddler has an obsession.  An OBSESSION I tell you.

With this guy.

His name is Prowl and he is the Lynx mascot

(Well, it is a long-distance obsession.  She would TOTALLY freak out if he got too close to her.)

But anyway, tonight was his birthday. And WE. WERE. THERE.  We were at the game and our toddler's mind was blown.

First off, his friends showed up. Mascots-From-A-Distance Heaven.

Crunch from the T-Wolves, Goldy Gopher, The Vikings guy, the Wild guy and the Saints bear
THEN, what did we get to do?  SANG HIM HAPPY BIRTHDAY.



It may not look like her mind is blown, but it was.

After that we kept making up random answers to the 72 times we were asked "When do we get to eat cake?"

Something like, "Um, Prowl only eats vegetables."

(And when Prowl disappeared for a few minutes and she asked where he was, we were all, "Oh, he's totally going poopy in the potty right now.  Do you want to go poopy in the potty?"  We were denied, but at least we tried.)

We spent the ride home talking about him and trying to determine how old Prowl was.  It was something along these lines, "Maybe he's 2!  Or maybe 8.  Maybe he is 6. It was Prowl's birthday.  I sang him the birthday song."

It was a fun night.

Happy Birthday Prowl.  Maybe someday we'll get brave enough to actually say hi to you.

Pretty QOTD

G-pa texted me a cute QOTD yesterday that I thought I'd share on this beautiful Friday afternoon.

Backstory: Usually the first thing I say to Callie in the morning is "Hi pretty girl!"

G-pa: The sky is pretty.  The flowers are pretty.
Callie: And I'm pretty!



Have a great weekend!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

QOTD: All about Birthdays and Ages

We ran into Callie's pal Ciri at Target this evening.  She just happens to be 4-years-old today, so Callie got to wish her happy birthday (well, actually, she just stared at her and smiled while Chris and I did the actual birthday greeting).  Later in the car we had the following conversation.

Callie: It is Ciri's birthday today!
Me: Yep.  She is four.
Callie: I'm two today, but it isn't my birthday.
Me: Nope.  Your birthday is in December.  Right before Christmas.
Callie: (pausing to think for a second) But I DON'T want to see Santa!

*Sigh* This camera-wielding mom is going to be sad, come the holidays, when her almost-three-year-old refuses the Santa trip.

Anyway...here's another one.  Many times in the past few weeks, when negotiating having or doing a number of something, we get the same response.

Us: You can pick out ONE book. --OR-- I'll  give you THREE goldfish.
Callie: (holding up two fingers) But I'm TWO!!!

It is particularly difficult to reason with that logic, especially when only offering her ONE of something. So then:

Us: It is ONE or NONE.
Callie: (every. single. time.) NONE!
Us: You don't want any?
Callie: Okay. One!

We win! :)

Monday, September 3, 2012

Weekend Wrap-Up: The Labor Day Weekend Edition

It is the end of a three-day weekend, and I'd sum this weekend up by saying there were some high highs and some low lows.  Here goes...

Friday
On Friday night I went to a Lynx game with Adrea, while Callie and Chris went to G-ma and G-pa's for dinner.  Callie always loves to water the flowers in G-ma's garden.
Saturday
STATE FAIR DAY!!!!!!!  We had a blast at the fair with Boom, Bops, Auntie Yoda and Auntie Mari.  We did everything we wanted to do, ate all the food we wanted to, and Callie peed in various potties three times.

Rides, corn, lemonade, name noodle

Little Hands Farm, G-ma's quilt, big slide, space needle, souvenir- Fairy the Cow
We took our annual family picture in front of the space needle.

We love the State Fair!
On Saturday afternoon, we went to see my college roommate Melissa, her husband Bobby, and their 22-month-old Teddy.  They were in town from New York and it was great to see them and see the kids play!
On the run!

Two cuties in a lady bug

A hug goodbye
Sunday
I'll call Sunday the day of complete potty training regression.  Let's just say a certain toddler went through at least 5 pairs of undies, had approximately 75,623 tantrums, and by 5:00 her beyond exhausted parents needed a break so she went to G-ma and G-pa's house for a couple hours.  But we did manage to get a couple photos from the non-tantrum moments.

Giving a squirrel a thumbs up

Tired face, long day
Monday
Today was better, though we're still having some potty battles.  We've gone back to bribery and doling out gummy bears.  Grrr.  But anyway, we met the whole Gosselin clan for a delicious Indian lunch at India Palace.

Naan bread!


New toy from Nana and Papa- named Spiky Phil
This afternoon we went on a couple walks, played in the sprinkler, hung out with Dan and Anna, and ended the evening with a Menchie's treat.

Girl on the run

A combination of summer and fall

Hello?  Uncle Dan?

Photo courtesy of Callie Joy
That's about it!  We hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend!

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Cincuenta September

This post has absolutely nothing to do with Baby Goose. So if you're looking for the usual OHMYGOSH HOW ARE WE GOING TO SURVIVE TODDLERHOOD story you'll just have to come back later.  Probably tomorrow.

Right now, I need to talk about me.

You may be aware that, for the past 5 years, I have considered myself a runner.  I started in 2007 when I wanted to lose 20 pounds.  I had a great support group of runners at work, and we eventually all did a couple half marathons and then the 2008 Twin Cities Marathon.

Throughout the past five years I have completed 1 full marathon, six half marathons, one 10-mile race, a couple 10Ks and dozens of 5Ks.  You'd think, that after all that running, it would just be a habit.

It is not.

I realized (again) this summer (after my 6th half marathon on June 3rd), that if I am not signed up to run a long distance race, I have a really hard time getting out to run just for fun.

I ran 6 times in June.
I ran 6 times in July.
I ran 2 times in August.

Pathetic.

So it is September, and while I am not signed up for a race, I committing to getting more active.  Henceforth, I have started "Cincuenta September."

I am going to walk, jog or run 50 (or in espanol, cincuenta) miles this month.  It is a lofty goal seeing as I will be working full time, but I need to do it.  My pants are getting tight.  I'm feeling the BLAH feeling that comes with lack of exercise.  It just needs to happen.

So, like the teacher that I am, I made myself a sticker chart/calendar.  And like the special education teacher that I am, I wrote down a measurable goal.

Using the Pillsbury Dough Boy magnet was completely intentional.
So there you have it.  Cincuenta September has commenced.  And you all know and can hold me accountable.  Feel free to ask me what my mileage is throughout the month. :)

And on another note, since this is a long weekend, I'll be doing our weekend wrap-up tomorrow night.  Happy Labor Day weekend!