Monday, December 6, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The kitchen.... New tile and paint and appliances
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Wow... time sure flies when you are busy and having fun. I have only 3 days left to nanny, and it is kind of bitter sweet. I know that Carter is going to miss being around this kids, and all that he has learned. And weird to say, so will I. It has been a wonderful experience for us all....
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
A couple of weekends ago, Carter and I flew out to Cabot, Arkansas to visit a good friend of mine and her family. It was so great to see Jessie and her hubby John, and their four boys...Joseph, Hyum, Henry and Benson, and number 5 is on the way. Carter had so much fun playing with all the boys that were his same age. He didn't want to leave!!!!!
John is in the airforce, and we got to watch all the planes take off and land at the air force base.
And here they were all getting ready to eat lunch! Thanks Jessie for having us over! It was so great to see you all. You are a wonderful mom!!!!!! I have learned a lot from you.
I had never been to arkansas so it was very interesting to visit. I took some very funny pictures, that I will post next.
Luke Russell Havens was blessed this last weekend in Idaho, and Carter couldn't of been more excited. Our good friends Jesse and Emily were blessed with him 2 1/2 months ago. We can only imagine what these two will be into in the future.
Congrats you guys. He is so handsome!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
By Shannon Popkin
This little story is sooooo funny!!!!
"My little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does
it quite well. He talks to people constantly, whether we are in the
library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window. People often
comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned-3-year-old. And you
never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It's always fully cranked.
There have been several embarrassing times that I've wished the meaning
of his words
would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never have I
wished this more than last week at
Halfway, through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with
me into the restroom. If you'd been one of the ladies in the restroom
that evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second
to the last stall:
''Mommy, are you gonna go potty?
Oh! Why are you putting toiwet paper on the potty, Mommy?
Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwet paper now?
Mommy, what are you doing?
Mommy, are you gonna go stinkies on the potty?''
At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the
bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full ... 4? 5? Maybe we
could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this
stall and reveal my identity.
Cade continued: ''Mommy, you ARE going stinkies aren't you?
Oh, dats a good girl, Mommy!
Are you gonna get some candy for going stinkies on the potty?
Let me see doze stinkies, Mommy! Oh ... Mommy!
I'm trying to see In dere.
Oh! I see dem.
Dat is a very good girl, Mommy.
You are gonna get some candy!''
I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of
Where is a screaming new born when you need her? Good grief. This was
really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before
exiting. Trying to divert him, I said, ''Why don't you look in Mommy's
purse and see if you can find some candy. We'll both have some!''
''No, I'm trying to see doze stinkies"
"Oh! Mommy!'' He started to gag at this point.
''Uh - oh, Mommy. I fink I'm gonna frow up.
Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!!
Dat is so gross!!''
As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall.. I
quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the subject. I began to
reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four
flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this
embarrassing monologue will be long gone.
''Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going
stinkies! Get up! Get up!''
He grunted as he tried to pull me off Now I could hear full-blown
laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door. !
''Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy?
You wooking under da door? What were you wooking at? Mommy?
You wooking at the wady's feet?''
More laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the
''Mommy, it's time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now,
He started pounding on the door. ''Mommy, don't you want to wash your
hands? I want to go out!!''
I saw that my wait 'em out' plan was unraveling.. I sheepishly opened
the door, and found standing outside my stall, twenty to thirty ladies
crowded around the stall, all smiling and starting to applaud. My first
thought was complete embarrassment, then I thought, where's the fine
print on the 'motherhood contract' where I signed away every bit of my
dignity and privacy? But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin
while he rubbed bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I thought,
I'd sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little
(Shannon Popkin is a freelance writer and mother of three She lives with
her family in Grand Rapids , Michigan , where she no longer uses public
Friday, February 5, 2010
It has been awhile since my last post, but I really don't have anything to write about. We are still alive, and doing well. Here are some things going on:
Monday, January 4, 2010
They even got to go 4-Wheeling, and pet the horses.
Over Christmas Break my sister Elli and her new hubby Matt were able to come from Florida and stay with us for a few days. It was so great to meet Matt and spend time with them. On the saturaday before Christmas, Elli, Matt, Carter and I all flew to Colorado to get ready for their reception. The picture of the flowers were her bridesmaids bouqets. I sadly didn't get any other pictures, but the flowers I thought turned out very pretty.
Also while we were home Santa came to my parents house and gave us all a treat.
For the past couple of months Carter has been dying to open up some of the presents that were under our tree. Well not open them, just tear them to shreds. Finally on Christmas morning, his wish came true.