Low Point - High Point

Low Point:

Yesterday I was having one of those days with Max. He woke up from his nap in a MOOD. He screamed he wanted a drink. I filled his sippy cup and he screamed because I was doing it. I stopped and he screamed because I didn't fill it up all the way. I filled it up all the way and he screamed because I filled it TOO full. I was loosing my temper and decided that I needed a time out, but it's hard to have an effective time out when you can still hear your 3 1/2 year old yelling at the top of his voice at you no matter were you go in the house. I was getting more upset so I tried to take Emmy with me to the park down the street to calm down, but Max followed behind us screaming at the top of his lungs. And apparently the weather was so nice that the ENTIRE street was outside to witness the spectacle. I felt like the Mother of the Year.

High Point:

Jeff and I went to The Scarlet Pimpernel tonight at the Hale Center Theatre. I've been wanting to go to this play for years and didn't buy tickets soon enough last time they did the production, so when I saw they were doing it again I immediately bought us tickets. (This was over a year ago.) It was amazing! I've never seen such an incredible set, the costumes were fantastic, and the actors (especially Percy) were wonderful. With the cost of tickets, dinner, and a babysitter it was a very spendy date (for us) and well worth it.

Under Attack

I've mentioned before that Emily goes by the nickname Goose or Goosey most of the time at our house. This nickname just kind of evolved from me calling her a silly goose and it just stuck. I knew that this name probably drove my mother crazy, even though she hadn't said anything, because she hates nicknames of any kind.

A couple of weeks ago, Jeff and I went rafting down Cataract Canyon and Jeff's parents were nice enough to watch the kids for us while we were gone. I mentioned something about my mother not liking the nickname Goose when we dropped them off. When we picked them up six days later, Jeff called Emily Goose, to which his mom replied, "Her name is Emily!" Apparently my mom isn't the only grandparent who isn't fond of Emily's nickname. Bill and Deanne had worked on getting Max to call his sister Emily the entire time they were at their house.

Jeff and I thought it was funny that three of Emily's grandparents are now on a mission to get her called by her given name. We have no intention to stop calling her Goose. I think they might be fighting a losing battle. (Apparently they're concerned she will be called Goose for the rest of her life.)

Tonight at dinner I was teasing Emily and asking her if I should call her Emily or Goose. (She emphatically shook her head no to being called Emily.)
Max interrupted me with, "We're not supposed to call her that!"
To which I replied, "Call her what?"
Max, "Goose. Her name is Emily!"
Me, "Who told you that?"
Max, "Grandma!"

Jeff and I thought this was hilarious, especially since Max calls her Goose more often than anyone else.

Burrito Baby Max

When Max was a baby I made up a song that I would sing to him when we laid him down in his crib. I called him my burrito baby because we would wrap him up like a burrito. The lyrics are very simple:

Burrito baby, burrito baby Max.
Burrito baby, burrito baby Max.
Burrito baby, burrito baby Max.
Burrito,
Burrito,
Burrito baby Max.

I've been singing it to him lately, which Max really enjoys. Well, last night Max wanted me to wrap him up like a burrito. I was being lazy and thought he would be happy if I just tucked his blankets around him, but no, he wanted to be wrapped up just like a burrito. So I wrapped him up in his dinosaur blankie just like I did when he was a baby, nice and tight.

Then this morning he was up early so I was trying to get him to come snuggle with me in bed. (I was tired after working on our blog book until about 1:30 in the morning.) He finally said he wanted to be wrapped up like a burrito again. I wrapped him up, nice and tight again, and just like when he was a baby, he zonked right out.

I love my little Burrito Baby Max!

Grandma's Carnival

Yesterday we got to go to "Queen" Grandma's house for a knights and princesses tournament.

The kids built catapults to help fight off this scary troll that had invaded the castle.

We all had a medieval style dinner of drumsticks, rolls, and fruits and vegetables. After dinner the kids dug for buried gold in the sandbox. Then they had to either answer a riddle or pay the troll a gold coin in order to cross the bridge over to the trolls territory. Once there they got to all help slay a dragon. Then they used some magic rings in a ring toss to help break the spell to turn the scary troll nice. Max even got to decorate his own shield, which he is still carrying around today.

Thanks for the fun time, Grandpa Marc and Grandma Sharon. It was a great night!