Things I say, every day.

this is an inconclusive list of stuff i say, every day:

hi, fisher!

good morning, sweet pea

wanna snuggle mama?

it's gonna cost you

ready nur-nurse?

change you

let's check you

what do you want for breakfast/lunch?

would you like some moo-moo?

multi

vitamin D

time for your shot

home again home again, jiggity jog

warm cloth

zip it.

shoes off, hands washed

time for night night

i love yous

love you

sweet girl

how was your day

jesus!

holy jeez

crap

FISHER WHAT DID YOU DO?

clean up your art stuff

time for dinner!

alla can you get napkins for everyone, please?

see you in the morning!

More sibling cuteness.

And no promises that this is the end of it. In fact, I hope it's just the beginning.

He hearts blueberries.

Nevermind that, this time of year, they're frozen.

Ten on Tuesday.

1. You know it will be a good day when you begin with a big, puffy pancake.2. Naptime around here. Some days she just cannot wait to get in there and tell her stories. 3. Fisher loves the book Purplicious. We love it when he picks that one for bedtime cause he asks us to read "Purple Dishes."

4. The cookies went over too splendidly yesterday. We decided on an old oatmeal breakfast cookie recipe from my dear sister in law, Kyra, just gussied up to fit our no-wheat diet. I've been making those cookies since Alla was in my belly and we visited them in Coronado. Back to the story. For snack yesterday each of us had two cookies, a third of a banana, and a glass of milk. Good snack, I thought. Fisher DEMANDED more cookies and threw an absolute fit when he didn't get them. We had some more today, though, and it went much better. He hasn't learned to slow down, though. That kid can inhale some cookies.

5. Some days she dresses up for a wedding celebration, and on those days she tells Daddy that he must go get his house coat and a tie because he is her prince. And it's really hard for him to stop laughing at this. But he does for a split second because she wants her picture taken with her Daddy.6. The play dough (from yesterday) was orange. Big hit.

7. This week marks five years as a stay at home mom for me.

8. Today we're soaking up the sunshine after several days of gloominess.

9. Finished The Girls from Ames. Moving onto Guernsey.

10. Can you handle one more cute photo of cutie siblings cuddling up with each other and books today at naptime under blankets?

Counter help.

Here are my two little loves, front and center ready to hep-uh-mama (help Mama), standing there on their chairs. It's all fun and games until someone falls off, and, yes, they both have. Ha!

Today is Monday and I imagine they'll be up there a lot, as I've decided on two kitchen projects: make a new play dough color (Fisher told me yesterday while they were playing with the last batch: I love it, Mommy. Very matter-of-fact-like.), and make some Fisher-safe cookies. The latter, of course, is no easy feat. No dairy, no wheat, no citrus, and low-sugar. We will be triumphant.

Here's hoping your Monday is wonderful!

A sweet spot.

Sometimes they are in a sweet spot, long stretches where there's just sweetness. He asking her to read to him, pulling her hand to take her in their room, wanting her to do something with him over anyone else. She being so attentive to his needs, offering to read a digger book, turning his five minute show on over and over again, getting a pillow and blanket to snuggle together.

Makes me wonder if, at this young age, there were sweet spots between my brother and I. I remember lots and lots of years of bickering, taunting him by crossing the invisible line in the backseat of the car, my mom warning me he'd be bigger than me one day (in case you don't know him, he's got ten inches on me), and then becoming friends as adults.

How do you make sure they stay friends? How do you make sure they know that friends come and go but siblings are yours forever?

Ten on Tuesday: Twenty-two months.

Two months from today, Fisher will be two years old. Today I celebrate the joy he is in my life!

1. Today is his favorite day of the week, Trash Truck Day. Sorry, buddy, no recycling this week.

2. He can eat. A lot. When it's something he likes. Favorites: beans, avocado, sweet potato, apples, bananas, pears, blueberries, smoothies, crispy chicken, tortilla chips, waffles, soybutter, carrots, and marshmallows.

3. He is absolutely obsessed with diggers: excavators, front-end loaders, bulldozers, rollers, pavers, tractors, haybines, concrete mixers, balers. They are an absolute wonder to him, thanks to Mighty Machines.

4. He usually wakes up between 7-7:30 in the morning, nurses in bed with me, and then gets my sweater so I'll get up because he then tells me, I hungwee. I have always, these past (almost) five years, loved being woken by kids.

5. He therefore loves his digger books, but has many other favorites: Tumble Bumble, Dora books, Goodnight Gorilla, The Little Gorilla, Spiderling.

6. He loves to cut with scissors and has gotten really good at it!

7. I do not believe he remembers life without diabetes.

8. His vocabulary is amazing. I love it when he tells me, I could do it or Help-a mommy or tries to sing the ABCs while he's washing his hands or says I wuv you toooooo!

9. He loves music, and I love that he sings along. Elizabeth Mitchell is a favorite.

10. My favorite moment of the day is right after dinner when he starts trying to strip off his own clothes and running down the hall from Daddy, saying stinky buns! (Only it sounds like sinkah buns which is just the best!)

We love this little boy!

Another year older.

Today is actually my brother Josh's birthday, but I celebrated mine five days ago. When I talked to him today he asked if I felt old, and while we both agree that we don't feel old, I definitely feel older than, say, three years ago. So, I guess it's good that it takes a few years for age to catch up to me. My brother a year older, though, so maybe I'll feel differently next year.

Truth be told, the day was not all happy roses. The kids were less than stellar. It just felt like any old crappy day. But my husband, wonder that he is, came home and saved it for me. I got out for a run before dark, came home to balloons and dinner, and enjoyed it with my family (those kids have been precious since that day, of course!).

Perhaps the best part of my day was watching Fisher enjoy his very first cupcake! Oh how he enjoyed it, and here is the picture to prove it. I couldn't help thinking, in two months we'll be celebrating him. I came to rememeber at the end of my day that I am lucky to have these three people around me every day, that at the end of my day they are the ones I choose, for everything.

Ten on Tuesday.

1. It's my first Ten on Tuesday for 2010! Hip Hip Hooray!

2. It's already 22 degrees today, and heading further up. Steamy.

3. If the children had their way, dinners would go like this: we'd eat crispy chicken and french fries, then chili and cornbread, then tacos, then back to crispy chicken and french fries. Fisher would gladly eat some black bean soup and sweeties, and both of them will gobble up a hamburger. And then start the rotation over again.

4. So, in their humble collective opinion, the delicious split pea soup recipe last night did not make it into the rotation. I believe Alla called it 'ogre food.'

5. People always ask what I'm going to do for my birthday, and I generally say that we will be having a kid-friendly dinner (to avoid #4, see above) and cupcakes. I will not have fussing on my birthday. Do you hear that, children?

6. Happy Birthday, Mazie Moo:)

7. I'm completely out of dark chocolate. And (soy) ice cream. It's a travesty. But. There will be cupcakes tomorrow.

8. I finished The Help! Wonderful.

9. I'm onto The Girls From Ames.

10. A share from one of these January days (I'm in the midst of a photo-a-day for the month of January). This is Fisher's nice smile face. I make him do it a bunch cause I love it. And that's one of his new words, too: Because, Mommy.

Back when it was warm.

Christmas brought gifts and joy and family and wonderfulness all around. The day was complete once we all went outside and did some digging and building and sledding and hiking around the fresh-fallen snow, which was, finally, the perfect snowman-making snow!

The warm weather made it perfect for Fisher to enjoy the white stuff.We also worked hard on our still-standing (and put back together after having been defaced, I'll let you use your imagination) mascot, named, of course, Frosty. When we pull into the driveway, Fisher tells me, our snowman, our Frosty! Yes, he is, but maybe only for another day or so, since I've ordered warmer weather for my birthday.

'Twas merry.

Since we still have our tree up (I don't even notice it anymore), I figure I still have time to get our Christmas post in here. But I better hurry up cause that tree is outta here, this weekend.

Fisher was a little feverish for the couple days before Christmas so he kinda looked like this a lot. But he perked up at some point Christmas Day. Coulda been the vacuum Santa brought. Or the many diggers and trucks. Or books about such vehicles.Nana and Pappi came for the holiday, which might have been their favorite part.Santa brought Alla these sparkling shoes, which she swears will never be outside shoes cause she always wants to wear them inside, so I now have silver sparkles everywhere.We make the kids suffer through the traditional kids-in-wrapping-paper-photo, although Alla is pretty much beyond the suffering aspect, and now helping to console the littlest Killins, who is very much into the suffering aspect.She will pretty much do whatever you ask her. On Christmas Day, anyway.On Christmas Eve, Ron surprised me with jammies to match the ones we'd gotten the kids, so here we are in our matching glory. I'm having trouble figuring out how to get the kids to match again next year, as Miss Alla moves out of the toddler sizes and into little girls. Sigh.

We had a lovely lovely Christmas, lots of surprises, goodness, treats. A roast in the crockpot, roasted veggies and biscuits. Nana and Alla made Christmas cookies. I accidentally flattened the air out of my meringue cookies by adding some flour, and what do you know I discovered I liked that version better - a chewy peppermint meringue with chocolate chips!

Perhaps the best part was the magical little video I shot on Christmas morning, and if it weren't so dark (because it was dark here at 7:30 am when the kids woke up), I'd post it. But it went something like this:

I hear Alla tiptoe out of her room (Fisher was already in bed with us nursing), toward the living room instead of our room. I hear a little gasp and see from behind that she's covered her mouth in wonder. After taking it all in, she hurriedly tiptoes back to our room and tells us that Santa has come and left lots of presents.

It's magic, I tell you, to hear it all and see how firmly she believes.

Not wanting to say goodbye, really.

We're five days into 2010, but frankly I'm having a hard time saying goodbye to 2009. I know most people like the new year and are generally ready for a fresh start, and heavens knows I have a birthday coming up next week that I am usually as excited as a kid about, but, I don't know. That ol' 2009 has its grips on me.

And I know exactly why.

There are only a few years in your life as a mother where the difference in your children from January to December is so completely striking, breathtaking. 2009 was one of mine, and to be honest, I am only now sitting down, picking a photo from each month and putting them together. Until now, I haven't gone back. It's just too sad, that I can never get that baby face back!

And to make matters worse, even my sweet husband noticed this last night himself. We're standing in the children's doorway watching them each pick out a book for bedtime, and I see that look that says he's really looking, and when I ask, he says to me, I just can't believe we have kids this big. Hush your mouth! Don't you say it, too, then it's really true.

So, even though I'm five days into my annual January Photo-a-Day, even though it's Tuesday (I'll think of ten for next week), I realize I'm going to have to celebrate 2009 just once more, before I can glance ahead at the blessings 2010 holds for us.