Comic relief Saturdays aka Tiny Tots Soccer

What a difference a year makes...I can't believe how much Oshyn's grown.  Last year he was the smallest on his team--this year the tallest.  Still the same stomach ache on my part from laughing so hard (minus the huge baby...he came out last year).   

We like to interview Oshyn before/after events to see his take on things.  I have some from water skiing, basketball, golfing and, of course, soccer.  Here is last year and this year's most recent interviews put together.

Floater

Cruz just started learning to float through ISR infant swimming (which is how Oshyn started back in the day). This is a little clip of him after only a week...I'm not sure if the quality of the video will be good enough to see it all, but hopefully you'll get the point. I think Cruz might have had more hair last week before the chlorine, poor guy :) The chlorine is super strong because we go to an indoor pool at the gym, just check out Julie's swim suit...it used to be striped and now its white.
These little ones never ceases to amaze me. I love this stuff.



To learn more about ISR and how to prevent drowning look here or type in www.infantswim.com
I will update you in a week or so.

48 months later...

Faster than a speeding bullet!

More powerful than a locomotive!

Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!

Look! Up in the sky...its a bird...its a plane...

It's SUPERMAN!

(and the only way I can keep up with him these days, no joke...gotta love the blades--thanks for my b-day present 8 years ago Amanda and Michelle!!)

Breakfast with Daddy

This is what happens when Daddy's in charge!

Just what the Dr. ordered

We got a great big dose of my 2 favorite vitamins this weekend...Vit D (sun) and Vit H (happy to be outside swimming).

Lucky for us, it was 80-some degrees outside, the gym pool is heated, and we have a plethora of Panttaja's to play with.

Always more Oshynisms

Oshyn thinks everytime he wears his bball jerseys he MUST tuck them in. "Mom, that's what they make us do in our games."

When wearing his train conductor outfit..."You can call me Ductor"

O--"Mom! Something smells really GOOD!!"
Me--"What is it?"
O--"It must be Gluten!"
(FYI, we're gluten-intolerant--most things I say 'no' to, are yummy treats)

A father and son we know are both named Russell.
O--"Why are they both named Russell?"
Me--"I don't know, maybe they just like the name Russell."
O--"Maybe they really like to wrestle!"

O--"Why is our backyard so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so small and the Webb's isn't?

I can't believe he'll be 4 on the 15th!! Time flies.

Banished

I'm a 7 o'clock mom. That is when I choose to start my day. That is when my happy face comes out from under the covers. Any earlier (I'm talking even 6:59) and I'm not quite as chipper. I know this is late for some, but for me, this is the time I feel good about...
Cruz has done quite well with this since day 1, but recently--he has attempted to deviate from this plan. Cruz decided a few weeks ago to start rocking and rolling (literally) in his bed anywhere from 5:30-6 am instead of his normal 7am. This is not kosher in my house. Mainly because he and Oshyn share a room...so when one is up, ALL is up (and grumpy at that). I thought he was possibly ready for the day, so I would sneak in their room and get him in hopes that Oshyn wouldn't wake up. And then the trickery began--Cruz would fall asleep on the food source. He wasn't ready for the day. Then I decided to add a feeding later at night in case he was hungry. This didn't work either, he was still making WAY TOO much noise, WAY TOO early...he was just stuck on 6am for some reason.
So, he was officially banished...to the closet about a week ago.
What time did I wake up this morning you say? 7am. With a smile.

Disclaimer: For those who are worried about the lack of airflow in the closet...Beau was too. So he checked it out before we gave Cruz his new vacation home. Plenty of air. Plenty of flow. I LOVE a walk-in closet.

For all (un)intended purposes

When Oshyn was about 1 1/2 or 2 he was doing EVERYTHING on the playground.

My heart used to drop and I had a constant prayer going when he was climbing up the big gaps that they call a "ladder" for kids.

I always wondered what it would be like when he was a bit older...I guess he got bored with the norm.

Simple Easter pleasures

*Decorating easter eggs--food coloring and rubber bands work great!
*Excitement over underpants and a water bottle from the Easter bunny
*Matching argyle socks on all 3 boys
*Resurrection Eggs--best thing I ever made in Relief Society to remember the true reason for Easter
*Eggs ala Golden Rod--scrumptious way to use decorated hard boiled eggs
8 hard boiled eggs (whites chopped, yolks grated)
Make a white sauce (3 T flour and 4 T melted butter into a rue...then add 1 cup of milk, whisk until smooth)
Put in skillet and stir until thick (put chopped whites in too!) adding more milk as needed
Salt and pepper to taste
Serve over toast (sprinkle the grated yolks on top!)
*Easter--a great excuse to try and make a bunny ice cream cake
*A compilation of Nobmann/Herzog traditions mushed into one
*A SUNNY DAY

Female model needed!

This is what happens when I need to make sure I made Milania's dress the right size. Smiles now...I'm guessing when he's 15 he won't volunteer quite as easily.

Gym+Kids=Sickos

Ever since January, I have been allowed to go to the gym (Cruz was 6 months in January, that = golden ticket to the kid's club). It has been quite a nasty trick on the gym rat inside of me and a terrible cycle--and I'm not talking spin class cycle. Every time I take the little men to the gym they have a great time, but it has never failed...someone gets sick and then the cycle begins. You aren't allowed to bring your kids to the gym with a runny nose. Great concept, but at this rate, I'm going to the gym once a month. I'm so glad we pay for our kids to get sick. Lucky for me its sunny outside (to keep my heart pumpin') and Cruz weighs 19 lbs. (to keep the gun show alive).

Punishment

Oshyn has become a little destructive lately. I can't even take a shower without something getting destroyed. By the end of the week, I was at my last straw and when he came into my room with a book--one page at a time, some action had to be taken. R-E-S-P-E-C-T for our property must be learned somehow. So all of his books (which are shelved in the red wagon) were bagged up and put away. Oshyn LOVES to read so I thought this would be very heart wrenching. It was...for about one minute. Then he realized his wagon was free for riding in again and the painful punishment turned into a marvelous pleasure.




























He has since felt a bit of sorrow for his books, but getting them all back might be more of a punishment.

Bball season comes to an end

This past Saturday was Oshyn, and the rest of the Jazz's last game. I snapped a few pictures of my favorite players to share with you. (Maybe this will give Skeeto some motivation for #2.)

This little hot shot was from the other team. During one part of the game, Oshyn and L.H.S. stopped mid-play and started comparing and talking about their glasses. Super funny.

This is Sean. I love him. He is so cute with his braids. Maybe I love the braids because they bring me back to a time when Beau too had his hair all braided up...mmm--probably not. Sean's family screams for him like he is in the NBA. I love them too.

Isaac Panttaja. The whole reason we dared to join a Stockton team in the first place. Oshyn worships the ground you walk on and like I've said before, wants to be part of your immediate family. Cousins isn't quite close enough.

When Oshyn's coaches were handing out awards at the end, they told all of the boys something special about them. It went kind of like this..."You did so well this season! You learned to... dribble/play defense/shoot the ball", etc.(you get my point) When it was Oshyn's turn his lady coach said, "Oshyn. I just LOVE you. You're awesome! I just want to hang out with you!! You say the funniest stuff...we're like on the same maturity level". Maybe it was the way she said it or maybe its just her, Grammie, Grandad, & Grandma Annie might know what I'm talking about--having seen her. Anywho, we were cracking up.

Congrats Oshyn. Great season.

Backyard Tendencies

We are seeing a few trends in this household. Every time we are in our backyard...

Oshyn takes off his shirt
and

Cruz eats dirt--mmm! (must taste better than the weeds.)

Let the Vrooming begin

Cruz is already starting to vroom his cars. So cute to watch him crawl and race the car around the house. Its amazing how fast they catch onto things. Oshyn continues to remind me that he is STILL faster than Cruz though.