out with the old, in with the new...

My various family members have been trying to talk me into getting a new phone for about two years now, and I've held them off for so long because a) I have a three-time history of dropping my phone in water (it was almost four but I remembered before the washer filled all the way) and b) since it wasn't a 'smart' phone and i could still do the essential functions (call and text) I could say, "but my phone still works. Why replace it?"

Aside from those reasons not to need to replace my phone, I didn't really want to replace it either. It may not be fancy and I may not be able to hand it to the kids to keep them busy with apps, but then that also means the kids were never asking for my phone and I was never having to pry it away from them. It's got a real keyboard with actual buttons that actually depress. And it fits perfectly in my front pocket. Combine all of that with the fact that it was so old and worn that if it did get broken (or dunked) I wouldn't really care, and my case for holding off on a new phone till the old one kicked the bucket was pretty strong.

Well, this Sunday Seb went out to grab us some dinner and his car battery died. An hour after he left he called me, and when I answered he was jubilant that I actually picked up the phone. I asked him why he hadn't called me sooner, only to find out he had tried to call me many, many times, and it just didn't work. This had happened before, but never when it was really a big deal. I reminded him that my phone was old and he immediately suggested a solution to that problem, yet still I countered that it worked most of the time.  But after considering that one of both of my kids could have been with him, I caved.

So I don't have the new phone yet, but as part of the process of getting one I've decided that a lot of pictures and the content of many old texts that I've saved now need to be transferred. Why do I have a bunch of old texts? Pretty much because they're all crazy things my kiddos have said that I didn't want to forget and haven't written down yet. Which means it's actually a good thing that I'm swapping phones before this one went D.O.A.

Since I had to copy them anyway and haven't been on here for a while, I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. So here's all the adorbz I haven't been able to part with over my phone's sorta-recent history:

1/13/14: 'Noah snuggled me, grabbed my arms, wrapped my arms around him, and said "I love you. You're like a blanket. You're like a love blanket."'

9/20/14: 'Noah just spend 7 minutes cleaning the whole sink because as he says "I like my sink to be shiny." But it was shiny because he cleaned it two days ago after Caleb left it yucky from brushing oreos from his teeth. That time he found me to tell me very proudly that he'd cleaned the sink for me. He's a good boy.'

10/23/14: 'Stands to reason that if they suggest you paint a cool fish on a hot dish, Caleb will do the opposite. He is his father's son, after all.'

 

10/26/14: 'This is probably the dirtiest I've let them get on purpose in a long time. They are 'mining' charcoal from the fire pit.' (Noah's shirt says "I make dirt look good.")

10/31/14: 'the final haul.'


11/11/14: 'The kids are building legos to battle with each other and I am in the room folding towels when the following happens. Caleb- "Noah, if you want your robot to be strong, it needs to be fat like mommy, not skinny like daddy, with it's tummy really big, so it won't fall apart." '

That is right Caleb, I am definitely sturdy enough not to snap in half!

11/28/14: 'Just having a nice, relaxed, snuggly pajama day!'
(I just love that they still do this!)


12/02/14: 'Think we just reached a milestone. Caleb just informed me that the Night Furies (both boy dragons) were fighting over mating. And then Caleb's dragon won the battle. So Caleb's dragon got to mate with Stormfly (the female Deadly Nadder) and since one was a Night Fury and one was a Deadly Nadder, the baby would be a new type of dragon called a Night Nadder with the traits of both.  This is definitely cooler than Ken and Barbie procreating.'

While I am pretty sure he doesn't know the 'mechanics' of mating... you can definitely tell who's grown up watching nature programming!

12/05/14: 'Someone is super excited about their chocolate chip muffie'

12/9/14: '(Noah mopes in to kitchen looking sad.) "What's wrong Noah?" "I think I just need chocolatey stuff." Me too kid. Me too.'


12/12/14: 'Caleb gets up in the middle of reading time and starts to walk away - "Caleb, where are you going?" "Isn't it obvious? To the bathroom!"'

12/24/14: 'At the Christmas Eve service, they had note cards for us to write what we were 'offering' to Jesus. This was Noah's offering.' (For those of you who can't read Five-Year-Old, it says "My name is Noah. I love God. We love dragons. God came to save us from our sins.")

12/26/14: 'Got Battleship from Uncle Rodney and it is perfect timing. They are old enough to actually play it but young enough to get completely emotionally invested in it.'


1/02/15: 'Noah is playing MarioKart and trying to say "evasive maneuvers" and the results are hilarious. Best so far: "erasive banuders"'


And here is a bonus photo collection that proves that Noah is channeling his Uncle Jake:

whatever we are doing, it is full of flair and drama.

electric skateboarding penguins? yes please. 

how we prefer to fix our bed-head these days. He ran into the bathroom a few minutes later and declared "Yep. Still look good."

constantly asking for carrots.

Here's hoping that my new 'smart' phone will take better pix and videos (and heck, maybe even let me post to here from there? can they do that?)