More Ford November 24, 2009

I was playing a game with Ford where he was a waiter taking my order and I was a customer in a restaurant. He would “write” what I ordered in a notebook.

“What else do you want?” He asked.

“Steak.”

“So dat’ll be MICHIGAN steak, den?”

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I was putting a puzzle together with Ford. I wanted to let him do the work, so I’d hand him a piece and ask, “where does this one go?”

After about the tenth time of me saying “Where does this one go?…OK!” Ford said to me sternly, “STOP sayin’ dat! Dat’s annoyin’!” 

 

Coffee chaos November 24, 2009

The other night, on my way home from an appointment, I stopped at Beaners to get a grande decaf skinny vanilla bean to enjoy the following morning.

The next morning, I heated up my big coffee, sat it on the end table next to my LaZboy. I couldn’t wait to savor it over a laid-back morning at home. The kids had the day off of school, so Hudson was sitting on the floor next to my chair, watching cartoons with the box of Cap’n Crunch.

I had laid Chevy on the floor between my feet to change his diaper. I ws bent over Chevy, halfway through the diaper change when Ford climbed on the couch and started to reach for my coffee. “I want dome of dat!” He touched the coffee cup and it fell over, upside down into the box of cereal.

I knew it was a matter of seconds before the coffee soaked through the thin cardboard box. I abandoned the diaper, grabbed the box with the coffee still in it and DASHED for the kitchen sink. In my haste, I tripped over my own feet (or maybe it was a toy, who knows?) and fell on my stomach. The box, some coffee and some soggy cereal flew out onto the kitchen carpet. I pcked it up and tossed the big mess into the sink. I had two puddles on two carpets to clean up.

I was less mad about the mess than I was about not getting to drink my coffee…

 

 

Three-year-old logic November 9, 2009

Last night at dinner, we noticed Ford was still wearing his shoes from playing outside. I asked him, “Ford, why are you still wearing your shoes?”

He replied, “Cuz I can’t take dem off.”

 

Tonight, Hudson set the table and had given himself the blue plate and Ford the green plate. Ford “rewey” wanted the blue plate, so I told him to ask Hudson nicely for it.

“Hudson, can I pweese have the bwew pwate?” he asked. Hudson also wanted the blue plate.

“What will you give ME?” Hudson asked grouchily.

“Da gween pwate!” Ford replied.

 

Another one:

Ford was watching a movie before bed and holding his crotch. Kirk asked him if he needed to go potty.

“Nope.”

“So why are you grabbing your crotch?” Kirk asked.

“Cuz dat’s how I sit!” Ford explained.

Another addition to our family November 8, 2009

As if our home wasn’t buzzing with enough life and activity, we’ve been adopted by Daisy, the cutest, sweetest little black kitty. She is one of Chauncey’s kittens and has been living in our garage for the past two weeks. Whenever we go outside, she runs up to us, wraps her little body around our legs and purrs. I adore her. (we think it’s a she, but aren’t sure!) And anyone who knows me even a little will be shocked by this. I’m still a “dog person” but this little kitty–along with her mother–is changing my attitude about cats.

Daisy on our back step.

 

Toddler Trophy November 6, 2009

On Tuesday afternoon, since it was sunny and cool (not cold), I decided to take the kids for a walk down the road. Faith and I (carrying Chevy in my baby carrier) walked, Hudson and Ford rode their bikes.

Ford, who just turned 3, has recently gotten really good at riding a training-wheeled bike. Since he’s still so young, and was just getting the hang of riding the bike, he often would look down at his hands or feet while riding. So I had been working with him on the importance of getting to the side of the road when traffic comes.

On our way back home, a truck approached. Ford was a little ways ahead of me, I couldn’t run to him holding Chevy. Thankfully, he saw the truck, pulled off to the side of the road and waited for Faith and I to catch up.

When I got to him, I praised him like crazy for moving over for the truck. Faith, wanting to join in, gave him her typical compliment, “Fohd, yohr so cute!”

Ford replied, “Uh-uh, Faith. I’m suh-weet!” Then he looks over at me and says, “can I have a twophy?”

Phillips’ Halloween 2009 November 3, 2009

It’s been a party week for the Phillips. Last weekend, we had a party for Ford’s third birthday and Chevy’s baptism. The kids also wore their costumes. There were school Halloween parties (Hudson had to miss his, thanks to H1N1). Luckily everyone felt good enough to go trick or treating.

Happy Birthday my funny three-year-old!

Princess Myah

Jacob the pirate

 

Warrick the three-eyed monster

Even Great Grandma got into it!

 

Chevy, Faith, Ford Hudson on Halloween

Look how ticked Ford was.

Bat Hudson

Cheerleader Faith

Fordy the Train

Chevy the Duck

And here is all of us at Baptism last week…

Phillips, October 25, 2009, Chevy's baptism

 

 

 

Ford takes the cake October 27, 2009

 Today, I told the kids it was “outside playtime” and sent them to play while I nursed Chevy to sleep in peace and quiet.

In a few minutes, the silence was broken by Faith shrieking inside the house. “I need a new shote! Look what Fohd did to my shote!” Her shirt sleeve was covered with a wierd yellow-tan, sticky substance. I could tell it wasn’t dirt.

“What is that? What did Ford do?” I asked her.

“He put his hands in the cake!” She answered, distraught. I had put the leftover Ford’s birthday/Chevy’s baptism cake (in a covered pan) outside in the garage to keep it cold. I guess Ford found it and wanted some.

Holding an almost-asleep Chevy tightly to keep him from hearing the commotion, I followed Faith outside to find the cake pan on the ground, handfuls of cake on the back steps and Ford bent over with his hands in the cake pan. He had gobs of frosting squeezed out between his fingers and was licking them.

I directed Faith to get a new shirt, removed Ford’s shirt and replaced the cake pan cover (the mess would have to wait until later).

Later at dinner, we all were telling Kirk the story. Hudson said “Ford made a HUGE mess of the cake!”

We all looked over at Ford who quoted his favorite Justice League cartoon, “Dats messed up is what it is.”

Ford and Chevy pics October 24, 2009

Since Hudson and Faith got their school photos, I got Ford and Chevy’s taken, too. Ford was three years old and Chevy was 2 weeks old. Chevy wasn’t too happy, so we only got one good picture without him crying. Ford was loving posing for the camera.

Popsicles and penance October 18, 2009

The other afternoon, Faith was pestering me for a popsicle. I was stuck in the La-Z-boy nursing Chevy and wasn’t able/didn’t really feel like going into the basement to dig one out of the deep freeze for her. Faith was too scared to go into the basement alone and is too short to reach into the freezer anyway. 

After a few more minutes of whiny begging, Hudson came in from school. So I said to Faith, “you can have a popsicle if Hudson will get it for you.” Annoyed, Hudson (7 1/2 years old) asked, “Why do I always have to get involved?”

Later that night we were tucking the kids into bed. I asked Hudson if he’d noticed that I taped the Act of Contrition prayer next to the sink so he could practice it (a requirement for him to make his first reconciliation later this school year). Obviously, he had been reading it while brushing his teeth, because he asked me, “why does that prayer have the word ‘penis’ in it?” Kirk and I looked at each other and we said, at almost the same time, “Hudson, the word is penance!”

School photos October 12, 2009

 

 

Hudson, 2nd grade

 

Faith, kindergarten

 

I just had Ford and Chevy’s pics taken and will post them when I pick them up.