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Did you notice how I posted a lot in March?  And then I quit posting a lot.  I'm sure blogger is protecting me from all the emails demanding more updates from the Postma's, because I haven't received any of them.

Here are a few random stories that I do not have pictures to illustrate:

Asher is currently working on teeth 7 and 8. I used to tell Briella and Gideon that Asher couldn't eat this or that because babies don't have teeth.  Now they keep reminding me. It's so humbling to be corrected by a 3 and 4 year old. 

We were waiting for the kiddos to finish eating tonight and Stephan was holding Asher.  He lunged for Stephan's glass and knocked it to the floor resulting in a large crash. (thankfully the glass was empty)  Mere moments after putting the broom away I was reaching a little high for a large Tupperware of brown sugar and dropped it all over the hallway floor resulting in the second mess to sweep up.  It was a lovely night over here . . .

I was waiting for Gideon to go to the bathroom before putting him to bed.  He was already sad to leave his cars for the night (he had dozens of them lined up on the train track).  Then he was more upset because he could  not take a car to bed with him and to aggravate the situation I was now requiring him to go to the bathroom.  I looked in the mirror and see him facing down, but with his watery eyes looking right at me and his large lower lip protruding.  I busted up, it just cracked me up how he wanted me to see his sad pathetic look.  When I started laughing, he started crying . . . another joyous moment of mothering this evening.

Last night in church I was smelling something foul so I asked Gideon if he tooted.  He said "no."  Then he turns to me and says, "When we were singing I tooted, that's when I tooted."

 

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So the other day during lunch Briella leaned over to rest her head on my arm and say, "I love you mom."  As she leaned she let out a toot.  I reminded her to say "excuse me" and after she did, Gideon also repeated "scuse me."  Briella told Gideon he didn't need to say excuse me and I thought it doesn't hurt, he did just burp . . . then I looked over and Gideon is leaning to the left with his brows furrowed obviously trying to push out a fart of his own . . . He isn't even 2 and he already thinks these are worthy efforts?!?!

Probably a month ago as I was leaving in the van with the kids it was snowing.  I pulled the van out to the mailbox and jumped out to deposit my envelope.  When I got back inside Briella right away says, "Mom, you are SO tall,"  I was shocked, so I asked her what she had said and she repeated, "You are SO tall!"  I laughed, a lot.  I'm not sure if it was the snow that landed on her head that made her think I was tall or if her being in her seat looking out at me made me seem tall . . . but I assure you I have not added any inches to my 5' 2 3/4" for 20 years!

Last night I cut Gideon's hair you can see some pictures below . . . he doesn't like to see the scissors so he let out some worried moans as I put in him in the chair to be buckled.  His little mommy Brie was right there saying, "I'm right here Gideon, it's OK," as she patted his arm. She shared some books with him, showing him the pictures to keep him occupied as I went about the cutting.

Strolling innocently through our local grocery store I saw a dad and little girl about Brie's age.  Briella noticed them too and says to me, "Mens don't have earrings Mom."  UUmmm awkward . . . uuhhh . . . I finally whispered "It's OK, Briella, don't worry about it."  She was shaking her head this whole time, staring at the guy as I'm trying to turn so she can't see him (We were in the produce area, not easy to get out of sight!!).  I'm pretty sure as the blood rushed to my face and my eyes bugged out she repeated her rule again.

Since I try to keep the butt/toot stories to a 1 per post limit I will not include two other stories about Gideon.  You can enjoy this cute photos and tell me if he is cute enough to get by with so much gas . . .

 


 

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Recently, Gideon has been lifting up his head and chest higher and more frequently. When he wakes up and I walk into his room I often see his forehead and sometimes his eyes peeking over the top of the crib. Once he sees me, he smiles and buries his head in the sheet and then looks up again. It is so fun to see that he is excited to see me :)

Stephan usually calls on his way home from work and then I tell Briella daddy is coming home. We used to go by the window and watch for him, wave when he drove up, etc. Well, today she took her favorite 'baby' over to the window, held the dolls head up to the window and says "see daddy, daddy, see daddy, yea, daddy home, see daddy." He wasn't there, but it sure was cute to see!

At least a month ago, Briella and Gideon were playing in the toy room and I was around the house doing other things. It was quiet for awhile and I was starting to think I better check on them (for Gideon's safety) and as I start heading to the toy room I hear "mommy, mommy, mommy" in a rather cheerful, accomplished tone. Looking around the corner, Briella's proud moment left Gideon's outfit unsnapped from head to toe and one tab of his diaper loosened . . . we could have been moments away from a urine emergency, but mommy to the rescue and no emergency, phew.

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Sunday morning services:
When Stephan walks to the front of the sanctuary to collect, Briella can hardly sit still, she must point and say "DADDY." As he gets closer with the basket, I hand her the envelope and tell her daddy will give her the basket and she can put it in the basket. (Lots of excitement, smiles to anyone around, points to daddy, nearly jumps from pew) The much anticipated basket comes near, envelope is inserted, I receive the "YEAH I DID IT" smile (lots of wrinkles around the nose/eyes). Collecting, round 2, Briella starts walking toward the aisle (she has figured out a quicker way to get the envelope in the basket), I whisper, "Briella, come here!" She thankfully obeys. (I'm holding Gideon, by the way, adding to the difficulty of the situation). Before Stephan arrives with the basket, the envelope falls over the back of the pew and no one is sitting behind us, so I send Briella to go get it, then daddy arrives, the envelope goes in, 2 for 2! Yeah Briella!! (In the midst of all this a few elderly couples across the row are smiling knowingly, all the while encouraging my little social bug to keep performing).

Although not quite as cute, and not exactly flattering to ALL of us:
Briella is eating breakfast as the first loud thunder erupts: "WOOOAH" smiles and clapping follow. Later, loud gas from a parent; "WOOOAH" smiles and clapping follow. Thanks Briella for the encouragement and support.

Briella was not so happy trying to climb onto the couch, she starts that frustrated crying, whiny stuff and I look over and notice that since her cute jean capris are tight enough to stay on her little butt, they do not allow her knees to bend and she cannot climb onto the couch! (If it's not one problem, it's another, poor girl)