Head banging muffled

The rocking hasn't stopped for Cruzer.  After nights of shaking the windows and sounds louder than someone hammering your wall down, we figured it was a good idea to pad this little banger's noggin.  A bit of dense foam and the little man is a bit quieter and hopefully cushioned.

Plastic surgery for the Loveys

Two neck lifts, some arm tucks, and lipo for Lambie's legs and these guys are good as new.  Neither one should be head-less or limb-less anytime soon.  Its amazing what a bit of string will do.

H20 Saturday

After a morning of waterskiing & knee boarding, there was an afternoon of swimming.

Here are the latest water tricks...

backflips

frontflips

and the warm concrete that can always unfreeze the frozen skinny boy and the rest of his family.

Cheese-ball

I love Goggles

"Ketchup"

*Don't worry Chad, not the red, tomato-ie kind, just a bit of make-up or catch-up from the past few months to supplement my blog book for later. 

I have been a slacker lately on this blog due to the 1/4 keiki that I've been working so hard on.  I have been spending my free time sleeping, but with the 16 week mark just past, I should be on the up and up.  So here's to some "ketchup" for the Nobmann's!  My goal is to get them all out by the weeks end...

Cruzer makes Twozer **unedited version**

If you weren't here for Cruz's b-day, after reading this (or even skimming it), you will feel like you were. Here's the play-by-play of the busy day...

Oshyn and Cruz started off as cocoons wrapped in their blankets to keep warm, then chowed down on some eggs on toast. I decided it would be a better day if we let Cruz open up just one present before Daddy went to work. We picked carefully--the scooter was #1! "That's for ME!! That's mines!!"

Cruz cried when I wanted him to get dressed to go outside, he wanted to keep his pjs on...then I told him he should wear his BASEBALL shirt. That made him a happy boy and Mr. Big Ears (aka. Oshyn) said, "Did you say BASEBALL?". Oshyn then ran upstairs to get his "uniform" for the day. While Oshyn got dressed, Cruz rode his "new scooter--I love my new blue scooter!!" outside.

Oshyn came down asking if I could help him put on his "pleats" because baseball players can wear "pleats" too. After a bit of screaming from Cruz after Oshyn took off for a minute on his new scooter, we went across to the grassy knoll and played baseball...which became chase...which became football (because of the tackling)...

And who can play football without a helmet?

After lunch, Cruz took a nap while O and I decorated the downstairs and made Cruz's cake. He was pretty surprised when he woke up (and the next day when he came downstairs in the morning he kept saying, "What the HECK?"). We took off for a little break to go to Oshyn's swim team--only to realize no practice on Friday's. The boys wanted to run the track instead. So we did. We got home around 6pm and then it was "Happy I-was-in-labor-two-years-ago Day" to me, so we ordered Nonaka's teriyaki rice bowls for dinner. Spiderman and Birthday boy scootered down the street to pick it up. By the time we got home Cruzer was ready for the party to begin!!

Beau got home a tad late and before he could even eat dinner the boys were chompin' at the bit to celebrate! Cruzer was so pumped to blow out the candles that he did it not once or twice but by the end of the night, THREE times (...and continued to ask about blowing out candles for the next few days).
He was a little present opening pro, so serious and excited about everything. A "HUGE" train track went up using all of our pieces and we had a few happy campers for the rest of the evening.

We finished the day where we began, with some scooter riding. Hope you had a Happy Birthday little man! We can't believe you are already TWO! (Although at times you act like you're 22.) You are giving us quite a ride and we love you.

A trip to be with the GG's

June 6-14, 2009

What a fortunate gift I had the day after Cruz's birthday. Grandma Annie flew in for the week to be with the little men so I could go back to Pennsylvania and pamper my fabulous Grandparents for a week. An unforgettable experience in many different ways and one that I will cherish that I had the opportunity to take. I learned first hand that life sure has its twists and turns as the eighties come your way, but if I can take it in stride and with a bit of humor as my Grandparents showed me by their example, I can face the challenges and trials and keep on keeping on until Heavenly Father is ready for me to come back home. Thank you for having me Grandma & Grandpa!

Luck for me, my brother had to work, so he came home early from the beach and I got to see him for the last few days. You were missed Marcy!!

The Soccer Star and his "pleats"

Oshyn had another fun soccer season. Here it is all bundled into about 3 1/2 minutes. He's number 4...the one in the orange shirt. :) One of our family friends, Troy, was the coach and his little guy Matthew was on the team along with a handful of other kiddos we got to know. My favorite Oshynism of soccer was that he was obsessed with wearing these cleats that we inherited and to this day calls them "pleats".

Cruzer makes Twozer

More to come on that milestone when I return from Pennsylvania...

BIG Surprise

On Wednesday this is what I found in the parking lot.  I kept asking Beau which grown-up this car belonged to.  Daddy's truck hasn't been the favored ride for the mini passengers this week!

FYI--It is a Ford Edge for those who inquired.

Crudini and destructive tendencies

An update on the bed situation (mostly for remembering later--dulled down a bit since blogger just erased my entire post--bah humbug)...

Cruz is staying in his room, not coming out--which is something I wondered about both of my boys when I de-cribbed them.  It's kind of funny to me that it takes a while for them to truly realize what kind of freedom they have just been given.  Cruz (and Oshyn when he was little) calls--well, YELLS to me, "I READY TO GET UP!!!"  He doesn't get up until I come into his room.  I like it.  I have to say that the head banging has ceased when going to sleep, but upon waking he bangs his noggin against the headboard or wall just as hard as before.  Brain damage inevitable?  Hopefully not.  Headache for life?  I don't see how not.

Nights have been a success.  Oshyn wants to sleep with Cruz every night.  I had him give his little brother one night of flying solo, but they have cuddled the other two.  

Nap time is a different story.  Maybe it is because Policeman Oshyn doesn't nap.  This is one of those rare times I'd like a camera baby monitor.  I want them to have privacy in life, but spying sounds good after the past few days.  Cruz stays in his room during naps too.  And eventually sleeps.  It is the in between time that is a small mystery.  I don't hear much, but when I go to get him afterwards, I see much.  The first day it was cars and toy bricks in bed, the second day, stuffed animals and a book.  Kind of cute and as long as he stays in there I don't mind.  Well, today the norm must have gotten boring.  I walk in to greet him with a smile and all over his bed are tiny scraps of ripped up books (these pictures below do NO justice, this is the remains--after the clean up) and the art wall in their room has been cleared of its masterpieces (it used to be COVERED almost completely).  I have no idea how he reached so high on the wall, but he did--hence another reason for the spy camera.  

When I asked Cruz if he was the destroyer of all of these things, he calmly replied, "Yep."  No remorse at all.  This isn't his first book slaughter and I can't seem to get the "respect-your-books" into his almost 2-year-old brain.    

Question: Any ideas of what to do to keep the books safe or to help him understand? (besides moving them on the top shelf--I want Oshyn to be able to reach them)  Suggestions welcomed ASAP, another day that goes by--another book (or 5) down the drain.