where does he get it?

Caden asks me this afternoon, "How the M&M's get on the package, Mommy?'' (poor grammar; great question) I have only a vague answer for him . . . a special machine prints the M&M's on the paper. How does he think of this?? And how lame is my answer?!? I'm might have to do some research on this delicious thought! :)


As were driving home from Wichita tonight, Caden pipes up from the back seat, "Daddy, Mommy, listen . . .bite and fight . . . . . . . . . . . they rhyme. How does he know this?? I've been wanting to teach him how to rhyme words, but hadn't yet. This leads to a long litany of all the rhyming words we can think of. I must say, Caden definitely "gets it". Maybe, I'm a little too anxious about our boy being ready for Kindergarten.

31

31 years ago today, my parents' sat in a hospital and welcomed me to the world

some birthday wishes for year 32 . . . a second child to find his/her way into our lives; our nephew to arrive safe and sound; I can't wait to see him and hold him!!; our little family to stay happy and healthy; our parents' to remain healthy; finish our home improvement projects; find a hobby I enojy and I good at

Quotes by Caden

As we're brushing his teeth tonight out of nowhere . . ."Mommy, I only like blue and green. . . . . . . .and red . . . . . . . . .and yellow. . . . .and pink and grey."

As Doug and I are playing Candy Land with him before bed tonight, showing his fierce competitive side (no idea where that came from!), "I'ma gonna win you, Mommy!" which he did and was not shy about rubbing it in a bit.

When I suggested to Doug that perhaps Caden needed a new board game or two for his upcoming birthday, with his head cocked to the side sort of snotty like and with all the attitude any self-respecting 14-year old would have, "Ye-ahhh!" ~almost 4 going on 14

pink eye

Yesterday morning, Caden woke up with what I initially thought was a lot of "sleep" in his eyes. As the day wore on and we kept wiping gunk out of both eyes every 30-60 minutes, we began to suspect that perhaps Caden had pink eye. Caden and Stayed home today and saw the PA in his pediatrician's office (who is the sister of one of the teachers I work with at Slate Creek, Kristi). Jill (the PA) was awesome with Caden and diagnosed him with pink eye, prescribed an antibiotic eye drop, suggested giving him FluMist (the nasal inhaled flu prevention) and to make her the best in Caden's opinion and mine, gave him some Smarties to keep him busy while she examined him.

Caden did great with the FluMist and his eyes are improving this evening.

On the growth side of things, Caden is definitely succeeding! In August he was 41.5 inches tall and 41 pounds. Today he was 44 inches and 43 pounds. Who grows 2.5 inches in 2 months??? And who eats like a horse on steroids and only gains a measly 2 pounds??? Answer: Caden!!

what I heard

from a tiny voice from Caden's bedroom tonight after putting him to bed . . ." Mommy!?!? I need a drink cause I'm hungry!" I laughed out loud. Sometimes he's the funniest when he's so serious! And now I hear (40 minutes after bedtime!) my little man singing a totally made up song to entertain himself. I think I might have just found the first thing Caden has in common with me (rather than Doug). I used to entertain myself by singing or making up wild stories in my head all the time as a kid. I think it's part of the only child syndrome. Let's hope Caden gets cured soon from that affliction!!

Saturday by Sarah

The title of this post is such because I'm sure Doug will post his version of Saturday which is likely somewhat different than my version.

I rise at 6:00 a.m. to shower and dress and prepare Caden for spending the day and night with Cane Papa and Grandma.

6:45 We leave our house and drop Caden off with my parents.

7:00 We're on the road to Norman, OK. After a quick breakfast in Wichita at Golden Corral (yummy breakfast buffet!) and pit stop at Quik-Trip, we're off!

The drive to Norman is long in my opinion (3.5 hours and I hate riding in the car!) But we saw many crazy OU fans along the way and sang ourselves hoarse!

If you haven't figured it out, we spent our Saturday afternoon and early evening here . . .

in section 3, row 22, seats 11 and 12, watching the Sooners take on and defeat the KU Jayhawks 45-31! Go Sooners! (sorry mom, your Hawks were tough, but not quite tough enough!) I must say that it was difficult to cheer against the Jayhawks whom I've been taught to root for since birth and would typically NEVER root against, but in order to preserve my life on the OU side of the stadium and remain happily married, I felt compelled to root for the Sooners on Saturday. We had a great time!! It was my first live big college football experience. That atmosphere and noise were amazing as 85, 241 people (which is the 3rd largest game attendance on record for OU) rocked Owen Field.

My favorite highlights: 1) seeing the Boomer Schooner 2) seeing Mark Mangino (he's huge!!), Bob Stoops, Sam Bradford, and Todd Reesing up close 3) seeing Toby Keith!!! He's a big OU fan and was on the OU sideline for the 1st half. It took Doug awhile to actually convince me it was Toby Keith! 4) the oblivious cam which shows fans who aren't really paying attention to the fact that their being shown live on the jumbotron screen; very funny what people do when they think so one's watching!!

My only complaint is that televised games can at times be very slow in person.

blue eyed wish; green eyed reality

I'm behind on blogging!! Now it's time to catch up.

Thursday night, I was riding to Wichita with my in-laws and Caden. We were meeting Doug and his brother's family for dinner in honor of my mother-in-law's birthday. Happy 54th Birthday, Truck Grandma!!

Anyway, I was talking to Caden about his day at school. Last week they were learning about their bodies and building self-esteem at preschool. That day they had painted self-portraits. I asked Caden what color his eyes are. He correctly answered that they are green. I told him he got his green eyes from his daddy. Caden announced he wanted blue eyes. I told him he'd have to talk to his daddy about that one. Caden noticing my in-laws' cell phones on the console of their truck, said, "Gimme the phone so I can call daddy!" Hysterical laughter ensued from my in-laws and me. Caden was quite serious (and literal). So we gave him the phone and he called daddy and told him he wanted some blue eyes. Daddy told him that he couldn't change his green eyes now. It was too late. I love blued-boys. I think they're cute, but I think my green-eyed guy is the cutest!