The Harrison family has not had a couch for awhile. We got rid of our 1960's gold velvet couch about a year ago. It was worthless. I had to sit on two pillows just to make it somewhat comfortable. So...my WONDERFUL sis and bro -in- law have given us their couch (after they sell their condo *contact me if you want info*). I am dreaming of this couch. I am also dreaming of how to redecorate our family room around the couch (all in dreams). I will have to start small- that room needs a lot of help. So I have been looking at thow pillows. I found this one on line

http://kstudiohome.myshopify.com/products/family-series-pillows

and fell in love with it. You can customize it to match your own family! My favorite thing about it? One of the family members can be a BUNNY.

How perfect is that for my little Sylvie bunbun? The little baby is pretty cute too.

I refuse to pay $150 for a pillow though- so if someone wants to make this for me feel free :)

Bully or just Two years old?

This is what Sylvie came home from school looking like yesterday. There was an incident report and a boy went home. Apparently they both went for the same toy and his nails needed to be cut. I saw him this morning with his mommy when I dropped Sylvie off. I made sure she got a good look at my daughters face.

no hands

Last night Sylvie was running around naked except for Princess and the Frog undies. Ralph and I were trying to get her to wear anything so we got out her bathrobe. Ralph said he was going to put in on the kitty if she didn't want to wear it. Her response?

'Mama! Kitties don't have hands!'

Obstacle Course

The long awaited video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBbMhR2xE1Q


Wade is getting ready for the military already. He is crawling and it resembles a military low crawl. He uses his right arm to pull himself forward and his left arm is tucked into his chest. His left elbow/ forearm acts as a stump and propells him. The whole time his belly is on the floor. His legs, straigt and barely moving.

After dinner he will low crawl around all over our living room. It's like watching a marine at booth camp! He low crawls to the bouncy and over the base and under it. Ralphs shouts 'keep your head down marine!'. Then he rolls on out and over to Sylvie's little table. He will stop for some brain build excersices and hand eye coordinatin excersies along the way (like picking up old cheerio's off the floor). The whole way he is grunting. It is hilarious. Hopefully one day I will have the camera ready.

Sylvie was a gimpy crawler as well.....

http://ralphkarenandthebaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/sylvie-can-crawl.html

It's the little things

Mama: 'Sylvie, we are having pizza tonight. You're favorite!'
Sylvie (upset and whiney): 'I don't waaaant pizza. I want Donalds.'
Mama: 'Really? And what would you get from McDonalds?'
Sylvie: 'napkins'

The next day on the way to Rochelle and Sassans house:
Mama: 'Sylvie, do you want chicken nuggets from McDonald's or a burger with cheese?'
Sylvie: 'noooooooooo'
Mama: 'okay. What would you like?'
Sylvie: 'I want Uncle Sassan'

Also, Don't judge me on our weekend food choices. :)

Oh Wade!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkaNcybIbxo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I'm Amazing

(take this with a grain of salt please)

Article found here:http://www.mops.org/page.php?pageid=2973&srctype=body&src=647&PHPSESSID=d19e1bde479c7dc9d19a0529b4f24c2d

I'm Amazing



By Ocieanna Fleiss

I heard it first at Starbucks. I ordered “calm” tea (needed it). When the barista, a cute, funky little thing, dropped in the teabag, she forgot to secure the string. The tail landed ploink in the hot water. “I’m a little brain dead today,” she said. “But don’t worry, I’m amazing.” She smiled mischievously (not unlike my 2-year-old son). “A little conceited,” she added, “but amazing.”

I traipsed to my table, and as I sat cherishing my alone time, she had the other baristas giggling. “I’m amazing,” she repeated, flitting from one task to the next. Later that night, my husband snickered at me for knocking over a glass of water on my nightstand. With supreme confidence, I rolled over, whacked him with my pillow and said, “I’m amazing.” It felt really good. So I found opportunities to say it again and again. All week I flaunted my “amazingness.” My husband actually liked the confidence I showed.

Maybe because I don’t feel amazing all the time, saying it out loud helped me remember the amazing person I am. And truth is, I am amazing. Look at everything I do as a mom. (And think about all you do, too.)

I’m a runny-nose wiper, boo-boo kisser, teardrop-blotter, mac-and-cheese cooker, dolly-fixer, jammie-zipper, Lego-picker-upper and on and on and on. But more importantly, it’s my job to mold young characters.

I strive to train my wee ones to be kind, polite and responsible and to trust God. I attempt to build their confidence by loving them. I snuggle on the sofa reading “Guess How Much I Love You” one more time. I shower them with “Great jobs!” and “You did its!” I kneel on the carpet constructing block castles for Cinderella and bat caves for caped crusaders. After every exhausting day, I hold my children in my arms and send up prayers, then kiss them good night . . . night after night. Sound familiar?

Yep, I’m amazing.

But then … I have a bad day. Hormones might trigger it or an irritable word at breakfast with my husband. Before I know it, I’m growling, grumping and even yelling at the kids. Amazing? Not me.

On one such rotten day, I got my four kids pottyed, washed, shoed and jacketed (a pleasant experience for all of us — ha!). Then we scrambled into the minivan for a trip to the grocery store. I hollered, “Settle down!” countless times and issued a final warning, “Don’t make me pull this car over!” Then I threw in a kids’ Scripture CD, thinking it would help them behave. And I heard this: “I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.” PSALM 139:14 (NASB)

Then it hit me. Sometimes I fail. Sometimes I do better. But whether I’m being a crummy mom or the perfect mom doesn’t change who I am. God made me — fearfully and wonderfully. That’s why I’m amazing.

And so are you!

Ocieanna Fleiss is an amazing mommy of four and serves in her MOPS Group in Auburn, Washington. She has written and edited for several publications.


This article originally appeared in the May/June 2007 issue of MomSense magazine.