Everyone's a Critic

Ewan asked me tonight if I would keep growing my hair long. I told him I planned on it. He said, "Good!" I asked him why, thinking I'd get some lovely compliment about how he thought I was pretty with long hair.

"Because," he said, "when you had long hair and I was your only kid, the long hair made you look younger."

"Well, I was younger then."

"Also, it made you look thinner."

"I was thinner then."

He gives me a look like "Oh, your poor thing."

I did manage to find my cheekbones again tonight - in a picture from five years ago. I see what he means.

More Ewanisms

I hope you don't get sick of these, I certainly never do.  We've had a hard time lately with Ewan not wanting to go to church and throwing a huge fit before we have to leave.  It's been quite ugly, but luckily there is comic relief.  Yesterday, during his fit, in an effort to get him excited, I told him, "We'll be singing Christmas songs all during Sacrament today!"  He wailed and said he didn't want to sing Christmas songs.  Bryce went to another ward today to stand in on a baby's blessing, and he ended up bringing Ewan with him.  Bryce said that in the car, Ewan started singing Christmas songs, sang out a "Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria!" and then said, "There, we had church in the car, let's go home!"

Warning...

... depending on who you are and how you feel, this post will contain a word that you may not like.  It's not a curse word, but some people see it as one, and it's not one you want to hear come out of your child's mouth.  Unfortunately, I say it a lot.  

Yesterday morning, Bryce went to work a little late, so he was with us for breakfast.  It would have been quite nice if Ewan hadn't decided to make it the morning of tantrums, screaming, crying, whining, yelling... you name it.  It was quite bad, and at one point I said, "Ewan, I just don't understand what is going on.  Why are you so upset?"  

He whirled around and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Because everything you say PISSES ME OFF!!!!"

Unfortunately, we laughed.  Hard.  I may have snorted.

Cute little smart a**

Yesterday was my most challenging day as a mother of three so far.  I was tired and had been coughing all night, Corgan was having his own little screaming contest - trying to compete against himself.  Fynn was particularly needy, and Ewan was overly tired.  By the time Bryce got home at almost 7:00, I had lost my sanity, found it, only to lose it again (and again).  There were several times when Corgan was crying, Fynn was whining for something, and Ewan would ask me to do something.    A couple of those times, I turned to Ewan and said, "I'm not an octopus!  I don't have eight arms!  I can only do one thing at a time!"  After the second time, he got annoyed and asked, "Why do you keep saying that?"  I told him there was so much for me to do, and if I had eight arms I could do it all at the same time.  For an example, I said, "Everyone is crying!  Corgan's hungry and I have to feed him, plus Fynn needs a diaper change and you want me to fix your Transformer..."  He looked at me like I fell off of the short bus and said, "That's NOT eight things."

Notes on the Day

A poorly written, random, in-no-particular-order post about what's on my mind right now:


Corgan is one month old today. I never did monthly pictures with Ewan or Fynn because I just didn't think of it, but I want to with Corgan. It will make up for the fact that as the third kid, the number of pictures of him will be far outnumbered by pictures of Ewan The Firstborn. I think the look on his face in the first picture is a peek at the look he'll give me frequently as a teenager.

We took the kids to a Primary party today, and when we got there, they told us we could just drop Ewan off. He wasn't totally thrilled with that, but we went grocery shopping with Fynn and Corgan. When we got back, they let Fynn have some pizza and a cookie as we were leaving. He really enjoyed that cookie, as you can tell. Before we left the party, Ewan came to me and said, "Mommy, what if a monster ate me when Fynn and Corgan were still in your belly? You would say, 'Oh, Ewan is my only son!' and you would cry and cry."

He likes to wear Bryce's hats. Oh, my gosh - look at this boy's face! He's a work of art!

What it looks like most of the time at our house now: a blur of rowdy boys. Fynn is old enough now to really be friends with Ewan. They wrestle and scream all day. Can't wait to have THREE of them wrestling and playing together. (Forgive the crumbs and canned goods on the floor. It was cleaning day. I was reorganizing.)

Lastly, um... I'm totally addicted to Facebook. It's a good thing I can browse the Internet on my iPod and that 80% of my time is spent sitting and nursing. It allows me to feed the addiction. Waiting for the novelty to wear off, but I can't believe some of the old friends I've found.

The Forgiveness of Snails

Partially because I made him take a nap today, and partially because I think he can feel my tension, Ewan is still awake at nearly 11:00.  He's laying in our bed, where he usually starts the night, and I've been going in and out here and there to get things.  Just now I went in, and he had the biggest frown on his face and the saddest eyes I've ever seen.  I immediately became super motherly and asked what was wrong, which made him cry harder.  When he explained what was wrong, I couldn't understand him at all.  I asked him to tell me again, and he wailed, "I'm just so sorry I squished a snail one day!!!"  

I've assured him that the snail forgives him.

Melting Heart Quote of the Day

Ewan steps up to me and hugs my arm.  "I'll never not love you."

(And I do actually have something to write about, but I'll do it later tonight when I can focus.)

"Just like that one scary Transformer does..."

When I had Fynn, Ewan was so completely awesome.  Other than a little nail-biting in the beginning, he never showed any ill-adjustment or jealousy at all.  He loved him from the moment he saw him and has ever since.  I took that for granted, I think, and with this baby, I've mostly worried about how Fynn is going to take it.  He'll only be 22 months old when Corgan is born (whereas Ewan was almost three at Fynn's debut) and he's just a much more jealous type than Ewan ever was.  

But I suppose now that Ewan is older, he understands more and I might have a little more to deal with than I had anticipated.  Today, Ewan said, "When our new baby is here, I don't think I'm going to like him very much."  I asked him why, and he told me he wanted things to stay just as they are, "...with Fynn, and you and Daddy.  Fynn's a great brother."  I told him Corgan would be a great brother, too, and I told Ewan what a great brother he himself is.  

There were a few moments of silence, and then he said something that was extremely difficult not to laugh at, and I absolutely could not let myself laugh, because this was obviously a very important discussion.  So I was barely able to hold it in when he said, "It's just that... some babies make my teeth chatter."