tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81963533435677691032024-03-13T22:11:08.504-07:00sweet ben and little lyleLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-47087674895993201172010-02-16T13:57:00.000-08:002010-02-16T14:00:13.342-08:00we're MOVING!just sweet ben and little lyle....over to wordpress. check us out:<br /><br /><a href="http://sweetbenandlittlelyle.wordpress.com/">sweetbenandlittlelyle.wordpress.com</a><br /><br />i'm not really sure why or what this means. i just liked the look and feel of the new blog host. enjoy!!!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-91673570024795349052010-02-16T08:15:00.000-08:002010-02-16T08:23:28.901-08:00free shippingi have decided that free shipping is a concept created by moms for moms. and i want to thank what ever super woman pitched the idea to her boss. because seriously...brilliant. not having to load kids in the car to go to the store to hopefully get what ever items are on the list, only to find that they don't have the brand you are looking for or the right quantity or size. and the things you buy while you are at the store that you don't really need and you get home and forgot the one thing that you did need. phewww. <br /><br />i ordered greg some new undershirts. (is this a left over texas thing? or do other guys here really wear undershirts? just curious) because how many stores would i have had to go to to find them? how many buckles and unbuckles? in and out of the car. stroller up down up down. anyway, in this case, i paid $5 for shipping and it felt TOTALLY worth it. maybe a dollar for everytime you have to buckle or unbuckle a child from the car? and factor in gas. and that quality time you could spend with you children playing intentional and intellectually stimulating games, reading stories, developing fine motor skills, watching Dora....whatever instead of going to the store.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-35985392865537781892010-02-16T07:58:00.000-08:002010-02-16T08:13:53.283-08:00in case you were wondering....i still have not unpacked the last <a href="http://sweetben.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-is-quiet-on-western-front.html">suitcase </a>from Christmas. for those of you who think i am 100% OCD....it is not true.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-35260662833457067042010-02-14T19:38:00.000-08:002010-02-14T19:39:21.713-08:00cookingben likes to cook. and has started putting things in the oven (when it is off) to pretend cook it. <br /><br />tonight i accidentally "pre-heated" an orange.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-72301311739954524302010-02-14T17:35:00.000-08:002010-02-14T19:07:14.784-08:00family dinner eludes us....most nights our evening schedule looks something like this:<br /><br />5:15 - lyle dinner (me grazing)<br />5:20 - ben sees lyle eating dinner and wants to eat<br />5:30 - lyle dinner clean up<br />5:40 - make ben's dinner (me grazing more)<br />5:45 - ben dinner/lyle bath<br />6:00 - ben post dinner clean up<br />6:05 - lyle's pre-bed prep (blanket, paci, lights, noise machine, dirty clothes in the hamper....towel hung in the bathroom....etc)<br />6:10 - make lyle's bottle<br />6:15 - lyle bed time<br />6:30 - ben bath, dry hair, brush teeth, PJs<br />7:00 - ben story time and bed time<br />7:15 - greg home...wondering what's for dinner<br /><br />you might notice a few things...<br />1. it takes me 5 minutes to make ben's dinner. which means it's either cold, or microwaved. <br />2. lyle takes a bath at the same time that ben eats dinner. which means ben eats dinner mostly by himself b/c lyle can not be left alone in the bath for even a moment.<br />3. i graze a lot and am therefor not hungry for an actual dinner later<br />4. i am running around like a crazy person from 5-7.<br />5. we do not eat as a family. not even two of us. <br />6. i try to pitch "two (cold) chicken nuggets, a 1/2 bowl of yogurt, 5 string beans that have been sucked on but not eaten and sweet potato fries" or "a frozen pizza" to greg as dinner every night. if i open a bottle of wine i feel less terrible about this sorry excuse for a meal. <br /><br />is there something that i am not doing that could turn this chaos into an actual family dinner, eaten at the table? with grace? and napkins?Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-17908353340178689482010-02-13T13:26:00.000-08:002010-02-13T13:17:55.298-08:00i'm all out of (energy) funi feel like my days are so full of diapers, food, laundry and dishes....diapers, food, laundry and dishes....diapers, food laundry and dishes....that any moment i am free from those tasks i just want to fall on the floor. and lay there for a while. and i am finding it hard, in those moments, to be fun for my kids.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-54433393369546844822010-02-10T17:18:00.000-08:002010-02-10T17:20:36.749-08:00sleep strategyi have become like a neurotic sports fan when it comes to lyle's sleep. <br /><br />what was he wearing the last time he slept through the night?<br />what was i wearing?<br />what EXACT time did he go to bed?<br />was the heater on or off?<br />how many ounces did he drink before bed?<br />what did he eat for dinner?<br />what did he eat ALL DAY?!?!<br />did i kiss him on the head before or after putting him in is crib?<br /><br />you get the point....searching for answer to precious sleep.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-10625557482046814892010-02-08T14:14:00.000-08:002010-02-13T06:48:29.579-08:00crafts...i have spent a lot of time making....things, projects, and 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/></a>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-39344294390282828582010-02-06T19:05:00.001-08:002010-02-06T19:08:58.879-08:00conversation in the car todaywe went out to lunch today and asked ben if he wanted to go to wahoos. he said no because "there are scary waves there....on the tv." interesting. well, greg and i still wanted to go. because we are selfish like that. so greg said, "let's take a vote to see who wants to go to wahoos. raise your hand if you want to go." <br /><br />ben's whole face changed and he excitedly raised his hand and exclaimed, "MOM, dad said we get to take a BOAT to wahoos!!!" <br /><br />funny.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-63059652640997772712010-02-05T15:42:00.000-08:002010-02-05T15:43:22.856-08:00fridaygreg is home<br /><br />we survived<br /><br />and i just woke up from a nap<br /><br />and the boys are still asleep<br /><br />happy friday!!!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-72175293674881043462010-02-04T17:26:00.000-08:002010-02-04T19:19:59.661-08:00naptimeben has mostly dropped his nap. it's sad for me. and exciting for him. i have been trying to enforce "afternoon quiet time" during which i envisioned him sitting quietly on his bed reading books. who was i kidding? he doesn't sit quietly. ever.<br /><br />today, this is what he was doing when i went in to check on him. please notice his "outfit." he dressed himself during "quiet time" which involved climbing on his dresser in his closet to reach the top shelf.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' 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weight.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-40393252925142973342010-02-01T14:42:00.001-08:002010-02-01T14:51:24.837-08:00day 6...7?i've lost count. but i haven't lost FUN! today: the Zoo. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBLN5aaOUaKtqZqMaZjinjPu5WFle088gRMk7IVn4sGU4HgpG1Nze630T_oAjXiiPMKIxHGxwTh-TnpPmOrjz96iqbMzMD7DzE8YvGt6rOOIjKdZ0D9XtiDRqMRERaB3N568DWmHuRg/s1600-h/IMG_1260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBLN5aaOUaKtqZqMaZjinjPu5WFle088gRMk7IVn4sGU4HgpG1Nze630T_oAjXiiPMKIxHGxwTh-TnpPmOrjz96iqbMzMD7DzE8YvGt6rOOIjKdZ0D9XtiDRqMRERaB3N568DWmHuRg/s320/IMG_1260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433410952643382354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br 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continuous. just add up all the odds and ends and somewhere close to a restful night? not in the cards last night.<br /><br />9:30. lyle awake<br />10:00 ben coughing<br />10:30 lyle coughing<br />11:00 ben coughing. inhaler<br />11:30 lyle awake and happy<br />12:00 ben awake and sad<br /><br />i am not kidding friends. this is how it went every thirty minutes until 1 am.<br /><br />it took very little time to get them back to sleep each time. but seriously. i was sore from getting in and out of bed so many times last night. and ran into countless doors and walls. mercy.<br /><br />on a positive note, lyle has made great strides on the "not eating in the middle of the night" front. he can be soothed with out a snack. yay! now if he could just stop coughing he might make the through the night victory.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-7324863986055968582010-01-31T20:14:00.001-08:002010-01-31T20:15:56.168-08:00jumping<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeOvwM9e5VKR5ZwVVLcgFVqnhb5dVwrG7doABI9WThwAjllVGVH0pAyYz1cvLrQm5mRx5vTok2iiM1QAy8tsrfRpM6aTDbBU6zDkUPmqbtbeMvRw6hx4DVxg0L0-OFV7b6vH9P9JtKA/s1600-h/IMG_1246.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeOvwM9e5VKR5ZwVVLcgFVqnhb5dVwrG7doABI9WThwAjllVGVH0pAyYz1cvLrQm5mRx5vTok2iiM1QAy8tsrfRpM6aTDbBU6zDkUPmqbtbeMvRw6hx4DVxg0L0-OFV7b6vH9P9JtKA/s320/IMG_1246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433123928922874514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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my other happy places. except disneyland of course. b/c we don't know those people and they don't know where i live if my kids get their kids sick. kidding. sort of. i promise i sanitized ben's hands 1,000 times while we were there friday. and lyle keeps his cough to his little space.<br /><br />a friend is coming to watch the kids this morning so i can go to church. so i can worship God. calm my spirit. and hopefully not discipline in anger (any more than i already have this weekend).<br /><br />just so you are not afraid for my children. i have implemented mommy time outs. and ben got some new movies at the library so he doesn't really care if i leave the room for 33 minutes. (you know....a minute for every year old i am).<br /><br />cont...12 minute nap (for me) then ben peed on carpet in his room. are you freaking kidding me?Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-53310346510017181452010-01-30T11:41:00.000-08:002010-01-30T13:29:52.849-08:00day 4....i can crawlnot making this week any easier....lyle is now mobile. my little mobile mini-me. but we are still having big fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURUzRuzwu-5-0z3fZOLZb-kwnLz8laArFOEePpNlepG5SVBwFFLLCY45oaTyLTm-DuTKmBhrX_i38ewCI0JM_sn-k1FtSZy0eKUcSTeYSuvHHGV4VbumZykPGo15g2CQ_cwUT3dUtTA/s1600-h/IMG_1239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURUzRuzwu-5-0z3fZOLZb-kwnLz8laArFOEePpNlepG5SVBwFFLLCY45oaTyLTm-DuTKmBhrX_i38ewCI0JM_sn-k1FtSZy0eKUcSTeYSuvHHGV4VbumZykPGo15g2CQ_cwUT3dUtTA/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432620882240755618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyKA-GSNFqek8BaV5zbE0znNQi5nY_xL1PSvqyUPWGFxaq3EfFfw3vIR3RV5O3I_Ml5Dtxw1IVfrVT4wgqvcuAlb-PgpziZ_L6s1FrMvoU0lv9v-9vkU2AQWq4B1KqcJTZs22CFnQYA/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Dorie) that her assistant (Auntie) is bringing us dinner tonight. <br /><br />maybe it won't be so rough around here this week.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-72439037996928123952010-01-27T14:39:00.000-08:002010-01-30T14:18:39.092-08:00day 1greg left for a guys ski trip today. followed by a work trip. and another work trip. he will be gone longer than....i would like.<br /><br />the panic set in last night. i didn't cry (in front of him). or ask him not to go (in so many words). or book a flight to go with him (fortunately for him there were none available when i looked last night). b/c people....i would have gone!<br /><br />and when he left, ben cried. i hadn't really told him greg was leaving until this morning. casually mentioned colorado...he'll be back soon....well. ben didn't miss a word of it and as soon as greg got in the car ben started screaming, "i want to go to colorado. i want to go to colorado." eventually the tears stopped (for both of us). lyle woke up. and i decided we needed an out of the ordinary activity to get us through day 1. so we went to pretend city in irvine. LOVE IT. so fun and manageable with both kids. we packed lunches. played in all the different stores, studios, marinas, stations, etc. a few of ben's favorites:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2E6ZfQhLAHCHU24xJbgg80KTWm8DX4919YQeXjwI6KoJh5f0KekBzQIC_tr1bGyBAJgLpNtL_L19oFttV9ls1MLleZysxeq4iUbqsqghhLjUWkkmP6mVGX8Oz1D85tTwOIIJp7LIp4g/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2E6ZfQhLAHCHU24xJbgg80KTWm8DX4919YQeXjwI6KoJh5f0KekBzQIC_tr1bGyBAJgLpNtL_L19oFttV9ls1MLleZysxeq4iUbqsqghhLjUWkkmP6mVGX8Oz1D85tTwOIIJp7LIp4g/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431555626959093202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiysHz5WXRkMCoUL1IEjamoL5otVp9r_-8BjxlT8AIqQe2bnwdRH8VI2wNgk8lXmoKbcBcGsMGWXPA8kaK9esLhOV2bj-K64SJVPTr6fPTQvnSS7rzju3y0-bsAE2uh3rrxuJFJs1-JYg/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiysHz5WXRkMCoUL1IEjamoL5otVp9r_-8BjxlT8AIqQe2bnwdRH8VI2wNgk8lXmoKbcBcGsMGWXPA8kaK9esLhOV2bj-K64SJVPTr6fPTQvnSS7rzju3y0-bsAE2uh3rrxuJFJs1-JYg/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431555638050863298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJgQk5Gtr7VIM6RmliGsR7AgoBm3sVs5xLCLR2SRjdf03-WMrGro4ZaoVExfAbfZWXiuOZcSPx5_wg5lIjF4LR0FT8asRLjtNDCdr3KN-ci-q3w2nW8mFfLly0siUqK_LTs43EIGe6g/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJgQk5Gtr7VIM6RmliGsR7AgoBm3sVs5xLCLR2SRjdf03-WMrGro4ZaoVExfAbfZWXiuOZcSPx5_wg5lIjF4LR0FT8asRLjtNDCdr3KN-ci-q3w2nW8mFfLly0siUqK_LTs43EIGe6g/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431555632817022594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zI9bdM0D73QizLQJHEI7T3hf9r5TgfJP2MVuAzmSuZMfDqwZvE6QGEieW0qW-AqLDDr8adTH0WkMjUc7N0iPSLocPQMIoMCnoPOGdaZ1dryFlQe3qezYgL-fy7dQSQXdhwGN6PEEnA/s1600-h/IMG_1198.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zI9bdM0D73QizLQJHEI7T3hf9r5TgfJP2MVuAzmSuZMfDqwZvE6QGEieW0qW-AqLDDr8adTH0WkMjUc7N0iPSLocPQMIoMCnoPOGdaZ1dryFlQe3qezYgL-fy7dQSQXdhwGN6PEEnA/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431555648856915010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it should be noted that everytime ben bumped into something today, fell, blinked too hard, lost focus on fun, etc.....he started crying, "I WANT MY DADDY!!!". thanks for the reminder sweetheart.<br /><br />it should also be noted (under my "parenting failures" log) that less than an hour after greg left i panicked....again....and revealed to ben the DVD player in the car. i have had this car for 5 months. and didn't even really pick it out. it came to me as a gift....and had a dvd player. that i swore i'd never tell ben about. or maybe only on a really long road trip. driving to irvine is considered a "road trip".....right? that's what i thought.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-39009822975064143122010-01-27T10:05:00.000-08:002010-01-27T10:06:52.755-08:00and the winner is.....TRACY! I will bring your prize to church Sunday.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-56209358480454841312010-01-26T10:59:00.001-08:002010-01-26T11:02:17.918-08:00things ben said yesterdaylyle is sitting next to me. i will protect him. (at breakfast)<br /><br />that sounds good and delicious. (in response to the news that we were having hamburgers for lunch).<br /><br />when snow melts it's water. there's water in there. that happens sometimes. (where did he learn that in Southern California?!?!)<br /><br />and lyle one arm crawled to get something he wanted several times last night. and he also cried when ben (trying to encourage him) yelled and clapped in his face SO loud!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196353343567769103.post-91101116009820229752010-01-22T18:31:00.000-08:002010-01-22T18:42:41.022-08:00PTTD and PTSDSadly, we are still recovering from PTTD (Post Traumatic Travel Disorder) from the holidays. Please feel free to use this term until I have it trademarked....soon. <br /><br />There have been some sleepless nights, early mornings, and countless desperate requests to sleep in our bed. I am exhausted. Additionally, when lamenting Ben's crazy behavior as of late, just about everyone gives a head tilt and explains it's probably just PTTD. Though they don't use those words. But they will now. When I publish a book on it. And more importantly, how to recover from it. <br /><br />I do struggle with making choices that ideally lead to my kids health and happiness...and salvation. Or salvation....then health and happiness. And travel does not seem to lead to their immediate health or happiness. When I am yelling at them to buckle their seat belts on the plane...no one is happy. (no....I do not yell at Lyle. but I do ask him 'why the freak his is awake at 2:30 am and will not go back to sleep' in a loud voice sometimes).<br /><br />I don't like (my whole body tightens with stress and anxiety) to put my kids in situations where they're not healthy food options and comfy, quiet sleep spots when nap time and night time arrive. i just think it's mean. if i am really tired. and someone asks me to sleep in a room full of people. in an uncomfortable spot. i'd be annoyed. so i try to spare my kids that. which makes travel difficult all around. <br /><br />but there are moments, when everyone is happy and enjoying the bliss of new places and people we don't see often enough...that makes it worth it. i think.<br /><br />PTSD....in a separate post.Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345022969464194657noreply@blogger.com0