A few days ago, I had to wear a Heart Monitor, and Christopher and I kept joking that with the many wires sticking out, I looked like a Robot. Which kept reminding me of one of my favorite childhood shows, Small Wonder, I found the opening clip on Utube.
Hope you enjoy…
What is cuter than a 4 year old in a suit, so he can be like his dad? Not much.
Pictures Taken Fathers Day 2007
I forgot to mention a few funny things that happened on Fathers Day, and as I was uploading the pictures I started to laugh.
For Fathers Day, Tucker tried to wrap up ALL of his toys to give to ChrisTopher, we limited it to one present a day. He worked on it almost daily for 2 weeks.
Some of the things he wrapped up (placing in clear boxes, that he then taped together) included:
Sharpie Markeres (so you can have your very own daddy!)
Jenga Blocks
A fork (we just finished reading “The Boxcar Children”, and in the book, they go to the dump, and the children are thrilled to find utensils. “You can have a SPECIAL FORK!”)
Toothpicks
Balls
IWhat compassion to wrap up and try to think of nice things to give to your Dad, If you think about it, Tuckers world revolves around his toys, as we play with them daily. They are some of his most prized possessions, I am grateful to have such a thoughtful son.
Tucker wears his backpack when he goes to school. It is a big kid thing. Truman is all about trying to grow up.
Dora the Explorer wears her backpack everywhere. Truman has noticed this when we read books about her.
Monday Afternoon, Tru did not want to take off his Backpack, I really don’t know the exact reason why. But take a look at this funny pic…
As I mentioned we found some bunk beds last week, and we had decided it was a good time to set them up, as Truman has become our Crib Stunt Daredevil.
I had the camera all ready, and put Truman in his crib, ready to catch the action, but he must not have been in the mood, because he just layed down will Koala Wally, and relaxed. Singing himself a song, and saying “Goodbye Crib”
So we got STARTED setting up the bunk beds, Trumans crib has been taken down, and Tuckers bed is up.
We haven’t gotten Trumans Bed up yet, and he currently is sleeping on the Crib Mattress which is on the floor. And actually I think he really likes it like this! He has slept on it for a few days, he can get in and out of bed by himself (without any scapes or bruises), and likes being in a big bed like Tucker. As long as he is doing well, I might just wait to set up the Bunk Bed….
No need to rush him into growing any faster than he already is.
We’ll Tucker had a pretty emotionally rough day yesterday, it was full of many “rollercoasters”.
As Tucker was laying down to sleep last night, he had an interesting conversation with Christopher. Tucker told Toph that he had not gotten to do everything that he had wanted to do that day, so he wasn’t ready for bed, and when Toph questioned him further, he explained that, it was all because “Mommy made wash windows and scrub the floors ALL DAY today!”
As they carried the conversation further, Tucker came to the conclusion that this had really not happened, but that it still had been a rough day.
Note to self: Lay off the Cinderella Story book and Movie for a while.
One of the moment I have dreaded since Tucker was in my womb, occurred today. Only, it was not the older child by the name of Tucker, that sent us to the Doctors Office at 11:40 yesterday afternoon. It was Truman Ross Phillips.
Now, I don’t use middle names too often at our house, but Trumans Decision yesterday afternoon, totally merits the full name use.
I had just finished cleaning the kitchen, and Tucker was at Austins house across the street, and we were just going to head over to pick him up, I asked Truman to go downstairs and grab his shoes. As he was doing so, I noticed a pony bead in his right hand, which he raised over his head then proceeded to throw down the stairs. I heard it echo as it bounced on the tile by our front door.
I made a mental note, to grab that bead after I got my shoes. We’ll I grabbed my shoes, and headed downstairs, but the bead was not by the front door, I started searching the stairs to find it, when I heard Truman Desperately screaming in the other room.
“Orange! Orange! Orange!”
Truman is obsessed with the color orange, and has one pair of orange socks, that he asks to wear everyday.
I just assumed that is what he was talking about, and began to explain that he had worn the socks yesterday, but could wear another pair, But he was not having anything to do with me. He began yelling at the top of his Lungs, ORANGE! ORANGE! ORANGE! Then the word BOOGIE! (that sounded like ohgoie!) Then pointing to his eye duct.
I didn’t understand what he was saying, so I calmly put his shoes on, and as I did so, tried to calm him down. He was talking a mile a minute, so I still couldn’t really understand what he was saying, but at least he was not talking really loud anymore. I could understand one word that he was saying. Orange. Truman really is passionate about the color orange, so I was looking around for all the things that were orange in the room, but I really still didn’t understand what he was talking about…
While naming EVERYTHING that was orange in the room, I noticed his diaper was dirty. We’ll I laid him down to change him, when I discovered what Truman had been yelling about.
He had stuck the ORANGE PONY BEAD UP HIS NOSE.
I sat there and let out a little giggle, then I just shook my head, and thought (In a sarcastic tone) “Oh, Truman Ross Phillips, this is why I love being a mother!”
I tried to get him to blow it out, but it was no use, he had gotten it clear up there, to the top of his nasal cavity, and nothing I was going to do was going to get it out.
We called the Dr.’s office who said bring him in, if it is too deep, we’ll just put him under and then get it out.
So off we went, to Dr. Connors office.
She double booked us, and got us in, The nurse held his head, and I held his hands and lower body, while Dr. Connor worked her magic. She used a magic little tool, was able to rotate the bead enough, so she could see the little hole in the bead, and was able to pull it out, to which Tucker promptly asked, “Can we keep it?”
All I have to say, is that is was a good thing that Truman had his adnoids removed last summer, or else this post with have a picture of him with his nostril cut open 😉
This last week we had a tragedy in our family. A long time member and good friend past away. Pete arrived on Christmas Morning, in 2004, and has been loved ever since. He was well know for his long life, his endurance through our many moves, as well as his gulping mouth. His final resting place is in the Phillips Backyard.
At the funeral, guests said the following things:
Tucker: I will miss talking to Pete
Truman: My Love Pete
Mom: I will miss Pete following my finger.
Dad: I will miss feeding him.
I love Fathers Day, I think I almost love it more than Mothers Day. Almost.
I think I am loving it more and more the older my children get. It is so much fun to watch them honor their father, and it is so much fun to be able to honor my father, father in law, and my grandpas.
I have many wonderful men surrounding me, and I am so full of gratitude for the roll they play and have played in mine, as well as my families lives.
But I would like to wish an especially wonderful Fathers Day to my Husband, Pappa Toph.
Here are the top ten reasons why Toph is a wonderful father, and why he deserves a great Father’s Day
10. He eats my cooking, and ALWAYS says yummy or delicious and Thank You to whatever I cook (except for pancakes, but that is my fault, he eats whatever is put in front of him, but I often forget that he really likes THIN pancakes, not fluffy ones) 🙂
9. He’s got good genes. Case and Point: Toph is the best Wrestler, for reals, he wrestled in High School, and has passed those wrestling genes down to our boys. Anyone who doubts me, just needs to watch Truman. He can come into a room of Tuckers friends, and goes right for the knees, and can take out kids 3 times his size. He’s Got Good Genes.
8.He knows good toys when he see them. I see toys(like Mr. Potato head for example) that look like so much fun to me, but the boys NEVER touch. (the only time Mr. Potato head comes out, is when mom plays with him…poor guy)
7.He can make up and tell stories better than anyone I know. The boys quarell over whom dad gets to read stories too at night, because he makes stories so much fun.
6. No one knows more about bugs, and finding bugs, and what to feed bugs, and what to do with bugs…. (and lets be honest, what do 2 young boys care more about than bugs? NOTHING, we’ll maybe food, but besides food, nothing occupies there mind more and more often than bugs.
5. He is a wonderful provider, with a unique set of skills. I have tremendous stability in my life due to his amazing skill sets.
4. He is still a child at heart.
3. Since we have been engaged, Toph has ALWAYS said, that he willing to take out our children during Sacrament Meeting, and even shares the snacks I pack with the boys 🙂 Just Kidding, I don’t bring snacks for the KIDS 🙂
2. He teaches our children wonderful principles and lives them daily in his life.
1. He’s a Natural Father. Children Love Toph. He loves to play with them, and they love to be with him.
Yesterday we found some bunk beds, and it truely was just in the nick of time. We will set them up in the next few days, because today Truman figured out how to maneuver his body over and down the side of the crib. He has done it a few times today. To watch him, he has pretty good balance, and knows how to shift his weight…I only hope he doesn’t land on his head….