The Way Home

I love a sunny day.

I love that the warmth makes walking home from school a possibility.

I love when we make it those three blocks to drop off O's buddy and I no longer feel as though the kids are going to get hit by a car (or by me :) because of the nutty crazies everyone becomes when G's in company.

I love that Cruz is light enough that if he gets tired for a bit, he can straddle the stroller and I don't worry about it busting.

I love that walking home is never just walking, it's always an adventure waiting to happen.

I love that the boys want to jump off of everything with a ledge and balance on the "little sidewalks".

I love the spring flowers blooming.

I love that Oshyn wants to help Cruz be able to do everything he's doing.

I love a camera on my phone to catch little moments.

I love the fresh air, the sound of birds singing and frogs croaking (and that Cruz thinking the frogs are going to get him).

I love when the boys are lovers of each other, not haters.

I LOVE a sunny day.

What a Blessing

Little Tyce (well, actually BIG Tyce--25 1/2 in and 13.5 lbs) was blessed at church a few weeks ago on the 7th by Beau. I am humbled daily at how different all of these little Spirits are that Heavenly Father sends down to us and I am still learning how to be his mom. I am thankful for the trust he has in me and our family to bring him up. Tyce has been blessing our lives since the day he was born. We are loving his smiles, excited gasps and stare in amazement that one of our babies has hair at 2 months.

Latest project

I've been wanting to do a silhouettes of my boys since before Tyce was born. I waited for him to be in it and here's the final product. I painted an old frame white, "sharpied" side profiles that I printed out on cardstock and stuck a piece of scrapbook paper behind. Vwalla!! It turned out just like I wanted. Yay.

This is how we do

Bye bye 0-3 month clothes.

8 weeks of downing the super milk gets you muscles in this house.

Déjà vu

{Cruz 2010}

Where did he learn this from?

{Oshyn 2007}

Oh yea...

Broccoli

OH YEAH! That's broccoli and it's growing in MY backyard. Thank you Gillingwaters!

Hulk Smasher

Mom, can I color myself green?

Sure, why not? Everyone else is doing it. (We ONLY have washable markers now :)

Colorful Bleeding

If one were to have seen Cruz's bed this morning they might have thought he had been bleeding through the night---possibly having nicked an artery...except for the fact that it was in a variety of colors. Yes, my lovely night owl of a son decided that Tuesday night was art night. I know he's only TWO, but this kid is smart and just does this kind of stuff, not because he thinks its okay, just because he's already ransacked the rest of the joint. Color the sheets, color his clothes, color his hands, heck why not his face? Maybe it was because we had read "I Ain't Gonna Paint No More" earlier that day? Who knows, but truly who makes kid's markers that aren't washable? And why do we have them? Cruzer might just be tattooed fo life!

How long can you be upset with a face like this?

I think I'll change his name to Eddie Haskel.

6 weeks and Chubby Cheeks

Sweet

Sweet

Baby boy

Smiles on a #3 kid are just as gratifying as on #1 and #2.

And he already has the aloha spirit! Good on ya Tyce man.

Someone once told me the 1st 6 weeks after having a baby are the hardest. Well, we made it as of today--now it will get easy right? :)

I am excited to be able to RUN and get some blood pumpin'.

Cooking with Chef Oshyn

We got a nice pot for Christmas and Oshyn got a chef outfit. Beau has him convinced that the pot was for him to cook us all dinner in. If I use it without him helping make dinner he says "Oh so you're using my pot?" He is one serious chef. Beau called home as O was "making" dinner. The timer went off and I was upstairs getting Tyce. He all but freaked out to know what to do next (he forgot what I told him). Oshyn told Beau he couldn't talk right now he was busy making dinner and then ran upstairs frantically. He was so proud of himself when it was all finished and of course loved to eat the dinner HE made.

Conversations with Cruz (and some -isms)

As we were eating cereal this morning (just me and the Cruz meister) he looks across the table at me and said, "How was Mutual?" FYI I had mutual on Tuesday, but everytime he wants to talk he asks me about Mutual. I told him it was pretty good and then proceeded to ask him about Nursery. With a big smile on his face (because I asked about his day) he said, "It was good. But Daddy said I couldn't bring cars." I reminded him how nice it was that Nursery had some cars to share.

"But the other kids weren't sharing with me,"

"Oh no! What did you say to them?"

"Just nasty words so I could get them," (of course with his Cruz smerk on his face)

before I could use any motherly teaching on him and ask if there was something else he could have done, he quickly added, "and the other girls were nakie in there!"

Ahhh! Can't wait until you're 16 my son :)

"I'm not a boy--I'm a Daddy!"

"I don't need some milk--the track is always lit. Kachow."

"When I go to bed, then I will come out and ask you a question?"

"Mom but its wake up time--It's 7 o'clock!" (When he is supposed to be taking an afternoon nap)

Over the holidays Cruz heard often, "You're special" or "Your precious" from various family members. He always responded, "NO I'm NOT, I'm CRUZ MILLER NOBMANN!"

"Probably I really will"

"Probably I don't want one"

(or most anything starting with Probably)

Driving in the car he likes to listen to music, often asking for the 'Cars' songs and more recently 'Tonight's going to be a good good night'. He tells me that I can be the air guitar and he will be the singer.

After Cruz prayed at dinner he said to Beau,

"Dad, I prayed that Jesus won't get killed on the blessing."

"You mean that Jesus won't get killed on the cross?"

"Yea, he will. He did."

When we play with Cruz he has explicit instructions as to how we can play and what to do. We often hear, "NOT LIKE THAT?!?"

"Oh no! There's commercinals!"

As cocky and confident as Cruz is, he is very cautious and a bit nervous to try new things. Cruz can hold his own with

Oshyn and loves to wrestle. If he is losing he knows how to make us turn--by screaming like a woman. I hate screaming. Cruz is definitely a cheese ball and loves to make us all laugh and is VERY successful at that!

Hallelujah

The SUN is SHINING!!!! Wahooie!

Delirious

Not making it very often into the deepest sleeps, I have been having some crazy dreams...

• Skydiving at 9 months pregnant--with my bishop
• Running with a step-cousin, 2 weeks after having Tyce
• Seeing the Prophet being driven around and followed by a helicopter--thinking, wow I didn't know he had a house in Cali too!
• Making cinnammon rolls
• My high school friends having kids together--not married to each other
• I belong to a really cool gym but I always forget to bring the right card to get in
• Multiple times I am talking face to face with blogger buddies
• Admiring the sunny blue skies (yes Beau, this makes me very happy)
• Feeding Tyce (only to wake up and realize it was a dream and having to do it again)
• Trying to get the phone number to our friends that put in fence posts for cows?!?
• Playing lazer tag with my Dad and brother because it is my Dad's b-day

Interesting and entertaining. I never know what kind of adventure I'm going on next as I attempt to sleep each night. Thanks for the good times Tyce boy.

Skinny Jeans

As Oshyn was putting on these pants he called them his "skinny jeans". After laughing for a bit I asked him about them. He said kids at his school call their jeans skinny jeans. When I asked to take his picture he said, "They probably won't think that they are". I said, "Who?" O said, "The people you are going to send this picture to".

My little string bean's got me figured out. :)

Straight Kefir

My kids have been wanting dessert or sugar after dinner ever since the holiday overabundance. I feel like they need a break, but the other night I told them they could have something that was kind of like a milkshake & kind of like a smoothie. They were immediately pumped up and asked what it was. I told them "Kefir". They've seen it in our fridge and I put it in smoothies for the guys, but only I've drank it straight--hey it was worth a try. I poured it in little egg cups and they drank it up.

"Kefir is sooooo good"

"I love you kefir"

"I love it all the way until I'm infinity"

And then when they finished they both asked

"Can I have more?"

And when I said "Sure," and that they could have some EVERY day, the shock on their faces was priceless.

You scream, I scream, We all scream for Ice Cream...I mean Kefir!

One word

SPOILED.

We had a Christmas filled with much--food, family and pressies.

We spent it in Reno with my Dad and Sue, my brother Chad and Marcy too.

Don't worry Tu tu, we didn't forget the Marshmallow launcher. :)

The month of December carried many Nobisms daily:

Everywhere we went if the boys saw something they wanted Oshyn would say, "Can you write this on my list?" and Cruz (to this day) says, "Mom!! Can you write this on my NOTE?"

The song of the month was 'Angels we have Heard on High' We have heard "GLORIA" sang at the top of each boys lungs--starting with O ALL day long and trickling down to Cruzer as he rocked in bed at night.

"Frosting" the Snowman--movie of choice by Cruz (least amount of scary guys)

Much candy, sugar, and more sweets made me realize for the millionth time that Cruz is the sugar-swindler-candy-man and it continues to make him NUTTY. He was even excited to take Benadryl.

Brotherly Duties

Cruzer has been multitasking. Eating his "BLACK nola bar" and helping Tyce with one of his favorite pastimes. Good work little buddy.

Flying solo Three deep

(I couldn't resist this story because it is oh-so-funny to me now and I'm sure in years to come)
We said farewell to my Mom and Pete the Sunday before Christmas. They more than took care of us and it was time for me to do it alone. Monday morning I was "baptized by fire" and I'm not talking about the Holy Ghost--more like a soldier's first experience under fire in battle (in a good way of course). No worries, Beau would be there in the morning to get the day started while I sustained a newborn's life :)

Well, it didn't quite start out as planned. Everyone slept in until 8am. Beau was long gone when the dynamic duo woke up. Luckily Oshyn was off on school break so we didn't have to worry about getting him to kindergarden. Tyce was a hungry boy and ate for what seemed like forever, especially to two boys who wanted breakfast (and whose Daddy promised them Swedish Pancakes--cereal they can do by themselves). After I finished supersoaking our little munchkin with milk, he decided to get me back. As I was burping him he barfed ALL over me and even some on Cruz. A shower was not optional, so Thank you PBS kids. After getting all cleaned up and putting Tyce down, Swedish pancakes were made (at about 10am)--I just had to cook them the mix was in the fridge from the weekend--sounds easy enough, right? It was for a while until Tyce decided to wake up. After crying much longer than he ever would have with Grammie here, I got him and put him in the sling. He fell asleep again and I kept making the pancakes until I suddenly HAD to GO. Not in a minute but NOW. So Swedish pancakes moved to the back burner half cooked and WE went to the bathroom--sling and all. Could have been worse I'm sure.

Beau called at 11 to see how things were going. I told him my morning and then assured him that everyone was still alive, but we've only been up 3 hours.

Welcome to THREE :)

Since then I have managed quite nicely with only a few mishaps:

We've

*gone to the park (three times)

*delivered VT goods

*gone to church

*made a trip to Reno (with a lot of help from Dad and Sue, Chad and Marcy)

*taken the crew to Target--without succumbing to the Icees

*made dinners

*made O lunch only to realize that it was "nacho" day

*picked up O in the car and on foot

*forgotten to make O lunch only to be so lucky for Beau to remember--YAY Daddy!

****decided once again that M-F cereal is the breakfast of choice.

What-Shall-We-Give?

I love and hope to remember this throughout the season and beyond.

What-Shall-We-Give?

Ggma's cocoon & the fastest week ever

Today Tyce is already a week old. I can hardly believe it. I think every kid that I have makes time speed up. Next week he'll be in kindergarten and by the end of the month he'll probably be married himself. Slow down already little man.

For now he is still a sweet sweet baby. Ggma made this little cocoon for him and we love it--especially the great package it holds within. Thanks Gma.

My Mom and Pete have been taking excellent care of us. I'm sure I am in for a rude awakening next week when all my duties come back to me, but as for now I am the child being loved and cared for by her own mother. Oshyn and I were talking about how much Grammie was doing for our family and he whispered in my ear, "She's really really nice, huh?" and then, "I don't even think she really minds either." We more than appreciate them and their love for us.

Oh sooo SICK (sarcasm intended)

Oshyn has had a hacking cough for a few days, but he doesn't seem like he's dying so we've been sending him off to school much to his dismay. Every morning he tells us he's probably too sick to go to school. This morning, after coming home yesterday losing his voice and coughing through the night, I found a little mercy in my heart and told him he could go back to sleep and stay home from school. The condition was he needed to stay in bed and rest so he could get better. Being the "oh-so-sick" boy that he was, he asked with a little glee in his voice, "Can I have breakfast in bed?!?" and that was the beginning of the Oshynism comments that continued all morning.

At about 8 am we saw a little bald head peeking through the stair rails. When asked what he needed, he informed us that he was just about starving up there. Opps--guess I needed to hurry up on the pampering.

After a GREAT breakfast in bed he was wanting to play with Cruz and told Grammie "I'm going to feel better in the afternoon, when school is over." (He actually told Beau this at about 7:30 when he was contemplating the no school deal too).

Its pretty hard to stay in your room in bed when you are five, so this was quite an effort for someone so terribly terribly sick. Curious as to what everyone was doing he asked if he could come out. I told him I really wanted him to rest so his body could recover. Oshyn said, "You know why I really wanted to stay home?" This was going to be good...."because I didn't want to get the other kids sick." What a thoughtful guy.

By about 10 am he tells me, "I'm really not sick sick," and by 11 am he was down stairs eating lunch probably very thankful to be out of bed.

I wonder if tomorrow he will be TOO sick to go to school :)