Hoss likes to sing. I finally caught a song on camera, his own version. Sorry, you'll have to hold your head sideways.
We will be working on the line "and the Savior passed THAT way" instead of "passed away."
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
The First Day of School
Today Hoss had his first day of school. He began attending Early Start through the local school system. Hoss' school is a middle school. Apparently when they built the school they added on a wing for Early Start classes.
Hoss and I visited his class and met his teacher on Friday. His class only has 11 kids, mostly boys with only two girls. Hoss enjoyed his few minutes playing on Friday and was rather mad that I made him leave.
The drawback is that his school is from 7a.m.-10a.m. I will take him each morning and he will ride he bus to my mother-in-law's. A three year old, on a school bus, a mother's nightmare. He will wear a harness which attaches to the seat though, so I that calms my nerves...slightly. The fact that he is he first stop and his bus stop is within 3 miles from the school helps another little bit.
This morning at 6a.m. I woke Hoss up. Um, he's not a morning person. Neither am I. This will be an adjustment for both of us. Hoss woke up relatively well, but refused to eat breakfast. I think he was nervous. He started chewing his thumb as soon as he got up and seldom stopped. I have never seen him do this, but it appears to be a new nervous habit. Oh my heart. My poor baby.
I had planned to walk him in to school for his first day. But, despite the attempts not to shed tears before I got there I failed miserably. So, I decided I was not going to be able to handle walking him in to school. Thankfully they have a pull up drop off. I had sucked up the tears at this point and helped Hoss get out of the car and away he went with one of the teachers. He kept reaching for my hand and finally realized I wasn't coming with him. I got in my car as I heard and saw him turn toward me saying, "Mommy? Mommy?"
Oh I cried. All the way to work. It is a really good thing it was 7a.m. and there was little traffic and no one else at work.
I'm better now. Hoss had a great day. He dumped his milk on himself during breakfast, but seemed to do well, according to the note we got. My husband picked him up today (some people don't work on days called Columbus Day, it's just not fair) and I plan to pick him up tomorrow. He only goes these two days this week because a short fall break starts Wednesday.
Next Monday Hoss starts riding the bus. That's the true test.
Of course I took a few pictures.
He would not put down the Incredibles figures. I pried them out of his hands at the school before I got him out of the car.
Walking to the car with his adorable backpack. Oh how I love him
Hoss and I visited his class and met his teacher on Friday. His class only has 11 kids, mostly boys with only two girls. Hoss enjoyed his few minutes playing on Friday and was rather mad that I made him leave.
The drawback is that his school is from 7a.m.-10a.m. I will take him each morning and he will ride he bus to my mother-in-law's. A three year old, on a school bus, a mother's nightmare. He will wear a harness which attaches to the seat though, so I that calms my nerves...slightly. The fact that he is he first stop and his bus stop is within 3 miles from the school helps another little bit.
This morning at 6a.m. I woke Hoss up. Um, he's not a morning person. Neither am I. This will be an adjustment for both of us. Hoss woke up relatively well, but refused to eat breakfast. I think he was nervous. He started chewing his thumb as soon as he got up and seldom stopped. I have never seen him do this, but it appears to be a new nervous habit. Oh my heart. My poor baby.
I had planned to walk him in to school for his first day. But, despite the attempts not to shed tears before I got there I failed miserably. So, I decided I was not going to be able to handle walking him in to school. Thankfully they have a pull up drop off. I had sucked up the tears at this point and helped Hoss get out of the car and away he went with one of the teachers. He kept reaching for my hand and finally realized I wasn't coming with him. I got in my car as I heard and saw him turn toward me saying, "Mommy? Mommy?"
Oh I cried. All the way to work. It is a really good thing it was 7a.m. and there was little traffic and no one else at work.
I'm better now. Hoss had a great day. He dumped his milk on himself during breakfast, but seemed to do well, according to the note we got. My husband picked him up today (some people don't work on days called Columbus Day, it's just not fair) and I plan to pick him up tomorrow. He only goes these two days this week because a short fall break starts Wednesday.
Next Monday Hoss starts riding the bus. That's the true test.
Of course I took a few pictures.
He would not put down the Incredibles figures. I pried them out of his hands at the school before I got him out of the car.
Walking to the car with his adorable backpack. Oh how I love him
Hoss and the shaving cream
What happens when a 3 year old finds shaving cream?
Find out over here. (My blog on the right hand side of the page. I'm Jessica.)
Find out over here. (My blog on the right hand side of the page. I'm Jessica.)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
A couple things
I just joined Twitter. I've been reading all about it on other blogs so I finally had a few minutes today to check it out (during nap time). Anyone else on there too?
Second, does anyone else use bloglines? I have been having lots of trouble with it lately. It is not updating several blogs regularly for me. I just got up on a lot of people's lives today. If you don't use bloglines, what do you recommend?
Second, does anyone else use bloglines? I have been having lots of trouble with it lately. It is not updating several blogs regularly for me. I just got up on a lot of people's lives today. If you don't use bloglines, what do you recommend?
I fought the guardrail and the guardrail won!
If you are a friend of mine on Facebook you know I wrecked my car this past weekend.
I finally got my camera working after a three year old pushed a million buttons and somehow changed every setting there was on the camera. Now I have pictures to share and the story.
Sunday, which was Hoss' birthday, we were going to church in the morning. Our church is out on a rural road, about 10-15 minutes from our house. The road curves and narrows in some areas. As we turned a blind curve, a car was coming up the other direction in the middle of the road. The road was narrow in this area and I had to swerve not to hit the car coming. I tried to stop before, but there was no hope and I ended up scraping the passenger side of my car along the guardrail.
We are all okay, but the car sure isn't. The front panel on the passenger side crumbled signficantly and had to be removed with the help from some people at church. It was scraping the tire a little. We were able to go on to church, which was about a mile away. The other car never stopped.
We are just very thankful that we are all okay. No one had any injury at all and the damage was only done to our car. I have been dealing with insurance and body shops all week. I will be taking the car in on October 20th for repairs. It will be in the shop for about two weeks. Thankfully, rental cars are covered under our insurance and we should not have any concerns.
Now for the pictures (please ignore the bottle on the ground, I threw it away after the pictures, but I should have done it before).
I finally got my camera working after a three year old pushed a million buttons and somehow changed every setting there was on the camera. Now I have pictures to share and the story.
Sunday, which was Hoss' birthday, we were going to church in the morning. Our church is out on a rural road, about 10-15 minutes from our house. The road curves and narrows in some areas. As we turned a blind curve, a car was coming up the other direction in the middle of the road. The road was narrow in this area and I had to swerve not to hit the car coming. I tried to stop before, but there was no hope and I ended up scraping the passenger side of my car along the guardrail.
We are all okay, but the car sure isn't. The front panel on the passenger side crumbled signficantly and had to be removed with the help from some people at church. It was scraping the tire a little. We were able to go on to church, which was about a mile away. The other car never stopped.
We are just very thankful that we are all okay. No one had any injury at all and the damage was only done to our car. I have been dealing with insurance and body shops all week. I will be taking the car in on October 20th for repairs. It will be in the shop for about two weeks. Thankfully, rental cars are covered under our insurance and we should not have any concerns.
Now for the pictures (please ignore the bottle on the ground, I threw it away after the pictures, but I should have done it before).
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The party
Saturday we had Hoss' birthday party at a local park. Hoss' cousins and friends came and helped celebrate the big #3.
They played on the playground.
Hoss going down the slide
Hoss and cousin G on the tire swing.
Then we decorated pumpkins. Hoss decided to try to eat the paint instead of paint his pumpkin.
Hoss blew out his candle and we all ate cupcakes.
Hoss opened his presents with help from cousin H.
Hoss had a great time and got lots of fun presents. He has been spending lots of time with his Captain America and Incredibles figures. Thanks Gigi and Grandpa.
They played on the playground.
Hoss going down the slide
Hoss and cousin G on the tire swing.
Then we decorated pumpkins. Hoss decided to try to eat the paint instead of paint his pumpkin.
Hoss blew out his candle and we all ate cupcakes.
Hoss opened his presents with help from cousin H.
Hoss had a great time and got lots of fun presents. He has been spending lots of time with his Captain America and Incredibles figures. Thanks Gigi and Grandpa.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Turning Three
My dearest Hoss,
Today you turn 3. I can’t believe that you have grown up so quickly. You no longer look like my baby. You have grown incredibly tall, often taller than most other kids your age. Your red hair is still shining strong and your blue eyes pierce my heart through your adorable glasses. You don’t have freckles yet, but I anticipate you will soon. Your skin is still soft and pale, just like when you were born; however, sometimes marked with scrapes or bruises from your jumping, climbing, and running.
Not only has your appearance changed, but your personality has developed. While, you are very different than I am, you are also very similar. You are not interested in being the center of attention. You prefer to play alone and away from others. You are not a fan of large groups or a lot of noise. You like to be at home. But, despite all of this, you want to cuddle with Mommy often, but always on your own terms.
I love your imagination; it has blossomed over the past year. You are always talking to your superheroes and other toys. I love to see you talking to your wrestling figures (Batista and Undertaker are your favorites). My favorite conversation you had was when you told one of them to “Say Power Bomb Please.” You like to introduce your toys to each other. “Hi Incredible Hulk! Hi Spiderman!” you will say as the two toys face each other as if they are meeting for the first time.
You love your Daddy more and more each day. The two of you are kindred souls. Your personalities are so similar it almost frightens me. If Daddy loves something so do you. You love for Daddy to do body slams with you before bedtime. If Daddy is using the computer you always climb in his lap and ask to watch Youtube videos of cartoons (most from Daddy’s childhood) or superheroes. You also love to play games on the computer with Daddy.
I love the way you have learned to talk. Although it is not correct, I love when you ask me “Are you hungry?” when you are trying to tell me that you are hungry. I love to hear your sweet voice say “I wuv ewe!” You are always talking about something you have heard on television or from a book. I often am not able to understand you, but every so often I catch bits and pieces and realize just how truly smart you are.
You love music more than anyone I have ever seen. You listen to every song intently and learn the tune and words as quickly as possible. I love listening to you hum the “Indiana Jones” theme song and then tell me you are singing “Inny-anna ‘oh-nes.”
While sometimes I get frustrated with your whining, you are really getting more and more grown up. You got your haircut last week and for the first time you did not fight or shed any tears. I was so proud of what a big boy you have become. Your independence is developing in leaps and bounds. I can’t wait to see how you grow this coming year.
I love you Bubba.
Mommy
Today you turn 3. I can’t believe that you have grown up so quickly. You no longer look like my baby. You have grown incredibly tall, often taller than most other kids your age. Your red hair is still shining strong and your blue eyes pierce my heart through your adorable glasses. You don’t have freckles yet, but I anticipate you will soon. Your skin is still soft and pale, just like when you were born; however, sometimes marked with scrapes or bruises from your jumping, climbing, and running.
Not only has your appearance changed, but your personality has developed. While, you are very different than I am, you are also very similar. You are not interested in being the center of attention. You prefer to play alone and away from others. You are not a fan of large groups or a lot of noise. You like to be at home. But, despite all of this, you want to cuddle with Mommy often, but always on your own terms.
I love your imagination; it has blossomed over the past year. You are always talking to your superheroes and other toys. I love to see you talking to your wrestling figures (Batista and Undertaker are your favorites). My favorite conversation you had was when you told one of them to “Say Power Bomb Please.” You like to introduce your toys to each other. “Hi Incredible Hulk! Hi Spiderman!” you will say as the two toys face each other as if they are meeting for the first time.
You love your Daddy more and more each day. The two of you are kindred souls. Your personalities are so similar it almost frightens me. If Daddy loves something so do you. You love for Daddy to do body slams with you before bedtime. If Daddy is using the computer you always climb in his lap and ask to watch Youtube videos of cartoons (most from Daddy’s childhood) or superheroes. You also love to play games on the computer with Daddy.
I love the way you have learned to talk. Although it is not correct, I love when you ask me “Are you hungry?” when you are trying to tell me that you are hungry. I love to hear your sweet voice say “I wuv ewe!” You are always talking about something you have heard on television or from a book. I often am not able to understand you, but every so often I catch bits and pieces and realize just how truly smart you are.
You love music more than anyone I have ever seen. You listen to every song intently and learn the tune and words as quickly as possible. I love listening to you hum the “Indiana Jones” theme song and then tell me you are singing “Inny-anna ‘oh-nes.”
While sometimes I get frustrated with your whining, you are really getting more and more grown up. You got your haircut last week and for the first time you did not fight or shed any tears. I was so proud of what a big boy you have become. Your independence is developing in leaps and bounds. I can’t wait to see how you grow this coming year.
I love you Bubba.
Mommy
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