Thursday, November 25, 2010

DO not READ THIS!

So I'm sure you've heard it said that the word NOT does not always register in a child's (or adults) mind.
For example you tell little Jimmy... Jimmy DO NOT hit your sister! And what does little Jimmy do... he hits his sister!
Now you're thinking, oh come on, little Jimmy is just a brat, who doesn't listen to his Mother!

And this is why I'm here... to tell you differently... through a real life example of course!

A few day ago I was in need of a new toothbrush. So I raided the endless supply Clayton keeps in the vanity drawer. As I was contemplating what color to pick, Clayton interjected, 'Do not pick a red one, that's the color I have right now!'
That was fine with me. I wouldn't want the same color making it easy for me to use his by accident! YUCK! Toothbrushes are NOT interchangeable! ;)

So the last couple of days we both have been pretty busy and have been going to bed at different times. Until last night... when we both were getting ready for bed together and reached for the red toothbrush!

Clayton: What are you doing? This is my toothbrush!

Me: No, I'm sure this is my toothbrush.

Clayton: No it's not yours... it's mine!

Me: Well I've been using it for the last few days.

Clayton: OH GROSS! I told you MINE was RED so pick another color!

Me: Crap! I do remember that now! YUCK! YUCK! YUCK!

I grabbed my correct toothbrush and started scrubbing while Clayton stared helplessly at his Kimberly gross mouth germ infected toothbrush!

NOTE: Remember not to tell me how beautiful and wonderful a person I am!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Oh come on... it's happened to you... hasn't it?!

They say let kids help from an early age and they will continue to be helpful throughout their life. I very much agree with this statement.

Although the other day there were a couple of moments where I started to think that maybe in the Hodgson household this theory had been taken a little too far.

The 1st was in the morning.
Shayla and I had just finished brushing our teeth and I said, 'Alright Shayla it's time for Mommy to get dressed now.'
Shayla took off into my room ahead of me. She ran right for the laundry basket and pulled out my bright pink and orange pajama pants. She handed them to me with a grunt, that I'm sure could have been translated as, 'Here, put these on.'
'Shayla, Mommy is going to wear pants because it's the daytime.' I said as I reached for my jeans.
Shayla grunted louder this time, 'I said put these on!' and she pushed the pants into my stomach.
'Shayla, thanks for the help, but Mommy is going to wear THESE pants today.' As I stepped into my pants Shayla threw herself onto the floor and proceeded to have a full-on temper tantrum. All because her Mommy wouldn't wear those stylish pink pajama pants she had set out for her!

The 2nd was later that same afternoon.
Shayla had just got up from her nap and after a few cuddly minutes I put her down to play. I got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. As I sat down on the toilet I heard the thunder of little feet running down the hall towards the bathroom. The footfalls stopped, I heard a creak, some rustling and then a little hand pushed open the door and Shayla's cute smiling face peeked inside.
She pushed her way into the washroom and with the same forceful grunt, handed me a certain feminine high-gene product.
I laughed, 'Oh Shayla, thanks but Mommy doesn't need that right now.'
This time, instead of throwing a tantrum, she took off out the door with a new little treasure in each hand!
And I sat on the toilet and continued to laugh. Because... well... you know.
Some people train their children to bring them beer and some people train their children to bring them unmentionable bathroom items for that certain time of the month. OK ONE person does the latter! :)

And to top this story off a few minutes later the doorbell rang. As I rushed to the door Shayla reached up to come with me. It was a guy from Fortis who glanced at Shayla and then quickly looked back at me.
After he left and Shayla and I were back in the living room, I realized why...
she was still holding the treasures in her hot little hands!

Maybe there is such a thing as TOO HELPFUL! ;)

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Welcome baby Grayson!

Oh so little! OK well not that little... 9lbs 4.5oz! But he still looks very tiny to me!


Grayson... someone loves you very much...


... OK a lot of people love you very much...


... lots and lots!


Sisterly love. BIG sisterly love. When Jody was over with her baby, Caroline, Megan kept confirming which baby was hers... and this one's my baby and that's Jody's baby. Where's my baby Mommy? Oh this one's my baby. Little baby Gracie! (Um I don't think that's the nickname they were going for Meggers!;)


The only picture I got of the cousins before Shayla squirmed off the couch and Megan dropped Grayson on the floor! ;)


Grayson, good thing you came the day before Halloween. Otherwise every year you would have had to celebrate the day of your birth with creatures such as these:


Anyhow, welcome Grayson Alexander! I am so glad I got to be there for your arrival... it really was amazing! They really weren't kidding when they coined it the miracle of birth!