So, Cohen has this little quirk that I love most of the time, but not all of the time. He really likes to be clean. I love this when he wants me to wash his hands or his face, or wipe his runny nose or something like that. He doesn't like to be 'messy' as he calls it. What a good habit to have, right?! I hate it when he spills a drop or two of water on his shirt and then cannot survive if you don't take it off because it is now 'messy.' I especially hate it when this happens at the store or somewhere where we don't have immediate access to a clean shirt, because he will kick and scream and yell until you take it off, and then have to make him wear just his coat for the rest of the errands you are on. Picture it. Lovely. So a few weeks ago, I hadn't put a bib on Evan for lunch and so his shirt needed to be changed because we were eating oatmeal, and not something that brushes off really easy like Ramen Noodles. Anyhow, I take Evans shirt off, and Cohen begins insisting that he needs his shirt off too. I tell him that his shirt is still clean and that it doesn't need to be changed. "No, iss messy mom!" "Where?" "Righ here?" and he points to a perfectly clean spot. "Nope, its clean." He tries again, pointing to another spot, "Righ here?" "No Cohen, you don't need to have your shirt changed, it's clean!" He points to one more spot, which is also clean, which I also turn him down for. He then looks at me, looks back down at his shirt and spits a big ol' spit-wad onto his shirt!!! What?!! At least he's a problem solver, right?! I should have made him wear it, but it made me laugh so hard that I just gave in and took it off. "Yep, now it is messy Cohen. You are right!!!" So funny.


A few days ago Cohen was playing with my cell phone. He likes to watch the numbers come up on the screen as he pushes the buttons. I was bringing in groceries or something, and all of a sudden I hear my phone ringing, and not the ringing sound it makes when you are receiving a call, the ringing sound it makes when you are making a call!! He had turned on the speaker, thank goodness, and I don't know who in tarnation he's calling!!! So I run down the stairs to where he is and of course he's got the phone in his grubby little paws and doesn't want me to have it. He can sense my frantic state. I'm trying to grab it from him and he tells me, "No! I'm calling daddy!!" And lo and behold, who answers on the other end? Jared!! No kidding!! I was so relieved to hear his voice say "Hello" that I just started laughing! I had made 4 or 5 calls since the last time I had called Jared, so it's not like he just pressed Send Send or something. I don't know how he did it, but he did!! I know we are saying that kids are familiar with technology younger and younger nowadays, but this is a little rediculous!!!

I think Cohen's favorite phrase lately is, "I want do meeself!!!!" I grew up hearing stories about how my phrase like that was "Myself-a-do-it!!" So I actually find this endearing because even though I'm sure most 3 year olds have this independant spirit, it makes me think 'Ohhh!! He gets that from me!'

Jared had to work for a few hours on Valentines Day, so the boys and I made an awesome snowman!!! It was perfect snow for packing and we had a great time.

Cohen thought it was awesome that we gave him a carrot nose!

Yes, I did make him pose for this picture.
So, yea. . .this is Cohen getting into my makeup. He even has it on his teeth!!!

Cohen was blowdrying his own hair, and gave himself this sweet hairdo!



So, we know we're getting older because Cohen has turned 3!!! How am I going to feel when he turns 10? or 20?!!! AAAHHHH!!!! Anyhow, he is such a good boy, and he keeps us laughing every single day. I just love listening to his little voice, with his not quite right pronunciation of things, you know - his kid-talk. I still have to figure a few things out, but for the most part I can understand what the heck he's talking about!!! Communication is a beautiful thing. And he's very reasonable too. And by that I mean that when he is in the middle of throwing a fit, you can usually talk him back to normalcy if you use the right tactics.


For the few weeks before his birthday, we kept telling him that he was going to be 3, and asking him what he wanted to do for his party and every time he would spit out some mostly incomprehensible response that included 'pancakes' and 'candles'. At first I thought that was pretty creative of him, to have the candles on a pancake, but then I realized he was talking about regular cake!! Duh!!

We had a little party for him on his birthday that ended up being a lot of fun, and not a lot of planning or stress for me! Perfect! I kept on hoping that some brilliant idea would come to me of what the theme should be for his party, and all of the games and treats and cake that would go along with said theme, but it never did. So the day before his birthday I gave up that dream and just called a few friends and invited them over for a small, but perfect-for-a-3-year-old, birthday party. We did go to the expense of buying the awesome birthday streamers and party plates and cups from the Dollar Store, I know, we're big spenders eh?! So, the 18th rolls around and during Evans nap-time and Cohens TV time, I hung up the streamers over the kitchen table, put on the balloon table-cloth, and blew up all 25 balloons and had them strewn about the place. I was doing something in the other room when Cohen came upstairs, and wasn't really thinking about it when he comes in and is very insistent, "Come here mom, I show you someting!!" So I follow him out to the living room where he does this little gasp and points at the streamers and says, "What is dat?!!!!" He was almost overcome. I tell him it's for his party, and he was so happy and amazed, "For MY pahty?!!!" He seriously walked around with his mouth open taking in the glory of the party decorations. It was so cute!!

Here's Cohen and Evan playing in the balloons before the party started.

So since it's his birthday, I let him get up on the counter and help me color the frosting for the cupcakes. And also since it's his birthday, I let him eat however much blue frosting he wanted, right?! Well, we finish getting ready and the guests begin to arrive, and one girl was telling my neighbor about how she'd had a cough and she couldn't stop coughing. Cohen comes over to me a few times and points at his throat or his mouth and tells me that he's sick. I kiss it better each time, and I'm thinking that he is just making it up because of what Missy was saying, like he was copying her for being sick. I think nothing of it. Well, the 4th time, he comes over and I kiss him, and he steps back and barfs blue frosting all over the floor!!!! Oh yes, it's true!! And I have to assure everybody that he's not really sick, that I haven't invited them over to our house for a party when my kid had the flu and so their kids would get it, but that he really had just had too much sugar because he ate so much frosting!! In hindsight I guess they figured that was true because all the barf was bright blue!! Pretty obvious what had made him sick. At least the party could only get better from there, right?!

This is not a picture of him helping color the frosting, but helping make the cupcakes the night before.
Yummy!!!

So, we played Duck, Duck, Goose, andCohen insisted on playing like this, "goose, goose, goose, goose. . .GOOSE!!!!" You could tell what he meant by the inflection of his voice, but he would not say Duck!!

Here's everybody who came: Evan, Cohen, Jessie, Jackson, Janessa, Garrett, MarySue, Connor, Aubrey, Missy, TJ, and Brayden. Grandma came later too. Notice that Cohen is not wearing the green shirt he was wearing in the picture of him and Evan playing in the balloons. That shirt got the blue barf on it!!
Then we opened presents, had all of the kids decorate their own cupcake with frosting and lots of candy, and we called it good!!! Perfect 3 year old party. No planning, no theme, no expensive prizes to give the guests to take home. Just lots of balloons, and simple game, and cupcakes!! I would suggest it to anyone!


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