Little Lady Moments

Abigail hates nursery, but she loves the songs they've been singing in there. She's even figured out where each one is in the songbook and will flip to them before she sings. These are also her most requested songs before nap and bed. Today she combined "Follow, Follow Me," "Follow the Prophet," and "I'm Going to the Temple"  into a cute little song that she sang on repeat for a bit: "Follow follow follow the prophet. I'm going there someday!" 

We're out in the backyard and she runs up with a stick and pokes me in the leg with it. She looks up at me and says, "You're dead." 

"Good job, Mommy! You got dressed! Good girl!" - This came after probably two weeks of me living in my pajamas after her baby sister was born.

"I'm wearing your shoes. I'm a superhero!"

This girl is a talking machine and talks incredibly well for her age. She has excellent fine motor skills and is generally very mature for her age. She loves singing songs, loves dancing, and will often request songs or music to dance to. She is becoming quite the boundaries tester and loves picking on her older brother. Despite this she is very lovable and loves giving hugs, kisses, and 'snuggows,' She's very mothering to her stuffed animals and has been in heaven with her new baby doll from Christmas. 

Sprout Moments #7 (Sep. - Dec. 2016)

September:

I somehow magically lost cash in between the ATM at one bank, and the ATM at the next, without making any stops. Mr. Mitchell and I have searched high and low and ripped the van apart. We have contacted both banks and literally retraced my steps. No money. Sprout prayed every single night for a month that we would find that money*. Once we did, he said lots of 'thank you' prayers.
*We haven't found that money, but the exact missing amount found us in a different way.

October:
Me: You really, really need your hair cut.
Sprout: No! I don't want my hair cut.
Me: I will leave your hair alone until it starts getting in your eyes, then it's getting cut, no matter what.
Sprout: No. I'll just hold it up out of my eyes like this all day. *Uses his forearm to hold his hair up off of his forehead.*
Me: I think you'd get tired of doing that.
Sprout: No. I'm strong.

"Sitting like this hurts my leg pits."

Said while wearing oven mitts and waving them around his head, "I'm Super Herk! I pull people out of their pants! Aaargghh!"

November:
Sprout: Are we going to stop at Farm McDonald's in Fires?
Me: In Fires? ... ... ... Do you mean Burns? (There's a town called Burns we pass through on our way to visit family in Oregon.)
Sprout: Yeah! Burns!

December:
Sprout's Christmas list he sent to Santa:
lightsaber

glitter ball

music box

toy mommy

bowl

yo-yo

Monopoly

magnets

controller

toy scarecrow

thermos

toy rocket

When Santa at the ward Christmas party asked him what he wanted for Christmas he said, "I already sent you my list!"

Sprout Moments #6 (May - August 2016)

I was terrible at recording things this time around with my morning sickness. I feel terribly about it because he's always saying priceless things I know I'd love to read again years down the road. Here's what I did catch:

July:
We were driving home from Utah and Littly Lady was upset and crying the entire time. At one point Sprout says, "Let's say a prayer. Heavenly Fadder, Pwease make Abby stop cwying. Amen." Little Lady actually went completely silent. Sprout yelled, "It worked!" He didn't seem at all dismayed when she continued crying about 1 minute later.

"The British are just mean jerks to Americans ALL of the time!"

He went on his first river floating trip with grandparents, uncles, and cousins while I stayed behind with Little Lady. He made himself captain of his raft and had a great time commanding his crew on the 'rapids.'

August:
I asked Sprout how his Sunbeam class went after I picked him up from the room and he responded, "I was a little bit naughty and a little bit good and a little bit naughty and a little bit good."

"I have obedience in my heart today. It makes me obedient. So, can we go to Chick-fil-a?"

Sprout Moments #2

February 2015

"See ya later banky-bank" as we drove away from the bank.

I caught him playing at my desk with items he's not supposed to have and he says, "Hey dude. I jus' playin' wi' dis stuff."

March 2015

His song through the parking lot one day: "Four six three hot dog! Eight seven four hot dog!"

April 2015

Me: I'm going downstairs, sweetheart.
Sprout: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Me: (talking to Little Lady) There's my little angel! (I turn to Sprout) Are you my big angel?
Sprout: Oh, no, no, no, no. I Caleb.
(Yes, I recognize I am not consistent with keeping my children's names out of my blog. It's hard to do - maybe I'll just go private.)

Grandma Holdaway took Sprout to his first ever movie theater experience. They went and watched Paddington Bear together. Here is how the experience went according to Grandma:
They arrived at the movie theater with Sprout jumping up and down yelling, "Paddington! Paddington! Paddington!" It tickled everybody pink to see someone so excited to see a movie. They went and got their popcorn and drink, and when Grandma turned around there was no Sprout to be seen. She did a quick look and found him in the correct theater picking out his seat in the very front row as though he knew exactly what he was doing. She brought him back a few rows and they had a little chat about running away. Sprout was good as gold throughout the movie and enjoyed his treats. After the movie they were walking back to the car when Grandma suddenly noticed that Sprout had on no shoes or socks. They went back into the theater where an employee was headed out with the shoes and socks for Sprout. All-in-all the outing went smoother than expected. Sprout has not been able to stop talking about watching Paddington at the "big movie."

May 2015

Sprout was running around the fountains at The Village when he noticed two gentlemen dressed up like Thor and Captain America as a promotional event for the new Avengers movie. Sprout ran over to Thor, pointed at him, and yelled, "Jesus!"  I guess Thor looks like Jesus.

Sprout had burned his finger on my straightener pretty badly so we had him keep ice on it for an hour or so that morning. At the end of the day, when he should have been sleeping, I heard him whining in the bedroom. When I opened the door to see what was going on he fell down onto his knees, and then flopped onto his face yelling, "Ice me!"

Directed at me while I was working out, "Mommy, stop dancing your bum."

Snork = snore
Macaroni pepper = pepperoni
Microwave phone = microphone
Sunbeep = sunbeam

Mitchell Munchkin Catch-up

This is just going to be a compilation of pictures of my darling kiddos from the past couple of months. I have had a few family members tell me that they love the blog so that they can be in the loop of our family happenings since we don't live by any family to share these moments with. I am so glad to hear that people are enjoying these since they are somewhat time consuming, and I am glad to look back on old posts and have a family journal to jog my memories.

I haven't posted any pictures since mid-March so I'll start from that point.

Sprout went through a phase of feeling the need to constantly kiss his sister.

Sprout has had an interest in his daddy's shoes for quite some time, and then one day he suddenly had an interest in my heels. He actually did really well.

Easter happened while we were crashing with Grandma and Grandpa Holdaway. We colored eggs and did an egg hunt. Grandpa Holdaway brought out the electric train he bought for Christmas since we missed it, but it had to be put away pretty quickly because a certain gentleman was being too rough with it (hint: it wasn't Grandpa).

Then Daddy did a little photo-shoot of his little mini-me. I'm sharing my two favorites:

Sprout and Gunnar are quite a pair. They have a love-hate relationship. Most of the love comes when there is food involved.

I took Sprout to JumpTime in Meridian and he had a blast. He probably would have stayed all day with complete enthusiasm. Little Lady just slept.

For fun my mom and I took more pictures of Little Lady in the blessing dress. At this point she was about the same age I was when I was blessed in that dress. It was fun to see how much she looks the way I did at that age.

Little Lady is still very strong, and she works out regularly. Here she is doing her floor workout series.

Grandma and Grandpa Holdaway said they were sad to see us go when our rental opened up, but I don't know if I believe them. Now they don't have constant trip hazards, no one's terrorizing their dog, no one's throwing temper tantrums (I hope), etc. We are very blessed to have family help take care of us and are so grateful we had a place to go when our first rental after the move didn't work.

Random photo-shoot with Little Lady in our new home.

Mr. Mitchell was sent out on a work assignment on Mother's Day so he missed that and our 5 year anniversary. Boo. We will celebrate sometime in the future when things have calmed down, so, maybe next year? He did send a beautiful bouquet on our anniversary. I celebrated with my children. My wedding anniversary is also the birth of my family. So, we had cupcakes (which looked better before Sprout knocked them over) and sparkling cider to celebrate our family being 5 years old. Sprout was a big fan of the cupcakes.

My goofy little boy. He has terrific bedhead every morning. I love it.

Lastly, some of the hilarious sleeping positions of Little Lady.

"Drama queen" is the name of this position. 

If you made it all the way through I'm guessing you love my children, and that means I probably love you.

Sprout Moments

July 2014
Sprout: *shoves sippy (or 'stippy' as he calls it ) at Mom* Milk!
Mom: What do you say?
Sprout: Choc-it! (Chocolate.)
And, yes, he did get chocolate milk.

July 2014
At my parents house I was letting my boy fall asleep on my bed and then moving him to his pack-n-play when I came in for the evening.  One night I went in to discover he was still wide awake. He sat up and reached out for my hand. I gave it to him and he pulled me onto the bed. He pushed me down on my side and then snuggled his back right up into my chest. He reached for my hand again and placed it on his chest. We stayed there for quite some time. It was the sweetest end to an otherwise frustrating day of dealing with the terrible two's.

October 2014
Sprout: Mom's juice
Mom: Yes, that's my juice
Sprout: Apple juice
Mom: No, it's orange juice. It's made from oranges.
Sprout: *grabs apple slice from plate and throws it in mom's juice* Apple juice

November 2014
I've been trying to help Sprout understand that we're going to be having a baby join our family; I tell him about once a day, "Mommy has a baby in her tummy." Here's how well this has worked:
Sprout takes his corn dog and places it on his ear. "Corn dog ear!" He places it on his knee. "Corn dog knee!" He places it on his stomach. "Corn dog baby!"

December 2014
How Sprout counts these days, "2, 5, 4!"

I stayed up late one night working on the baby blanket and didn't clean up my mess of threads from the floor. Sprout came out in the morning to find my mess.
Sprout: Mommy make mess.
Mom: Yes, I did. I should pick it up, huh?
Sprout: Mommy pick it up.
Mom: You're right. If I ask you to pick up your messes I should pick up mine. *gets down and starts picking up her mess*
Sprout: Good job! Keep going! *stands watch until his messy mommy has every single thread up off of the floor*

Sprout: Eggs!
Mom: You want eggs for dinner?
Sprout: No dinner. Just eggs.

Sprout recently discovered how to make himself dizzy and has decided that Mommy should do it, too.
Sprout: Get busy, Mommy! Get busy! (busy = dizzy)
(I just walk around in circles as he twirls like a mad man.)

Why not hang out in the dryer with the wet
  clothes while Mommy is distracted?