Showing posts with label Nash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nash. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

a weird addiction.

So this cute little boy pictured here is also very rotten. And completely obsessed with crocs. Not flip flops, or tennis shoes, or church shoes, or any other kind of shoe - just crocs. He has his own crocs (because seriously, who doesn't put their  kids in crocs during the summer?!) but literally, Nash hordes the other boys' crocs. Hordes them. Not even lying. 

When the cousins come over to play, they ask me to put up their crocs because they know Nash will either wear them and try not to give them back or hide them so he can I'm guessing wear them at a later time. It's completely weird and we all crack up. But guys, he isn't laughing about it. 

This past weekend, his little addiction came out in full force. While my nephews were staying with us, they had their shoes put up in our guest room closet. Crocs. Nash knew their shoes were in there, so he would try to get to the shoes if we were all upstairs. (If you are thinking, what the heck??!, you are in good company.)

Sunday morning rolls around and because nothing is ever easy with an independent-minded two year old, Nash throws a holy hell fit in the floor. I'm trying to get things together still and the boys are out in the van already. Nash runs upstairs and things get real quiet.

Like a mad woman, I'm still getting things together and rush upstairs to get this little stinker when he is no where to be found. I called his name and hear a faint little "whut?" behind a closed door. It's the guest room door and it's locked. I run around to find the little key thing to pop the lock and open the door to find Nash sitting on the floor with Logan and Camden's freaking crocs around him. His own shoes and socks are off and he is just sitting there with other people's shoes. I snatch him up, say F his shoes at this point and hurry to the van...little Nash screaming the whole time. 

I buckled him in his car seat, more like wrangle him in his car seat, and head to church. Nash's crocs were in the van so he settled for those and we went in. 

Normal kids might have dropped it at this point but Nash went on to try to get Bryce's crocs off his feet during Sacrament and you guys, he had determination in his eyes and I'm just completely bewildered over this. Bryce finally kicked him off of him and somehow we finished church and went home. 

And then...

While I was getting lunch together, Nash goes missing again. I figured he was in the guest room again, so I opened the door and it's just quiet - no Nash. I called his name - no response, which is unusual for him. I run downstairs - no one knows where he is. I start to panic a little and my sister in law says, "Jen, he's up here in the closet". 

In our guest room closet we have a filing cabinet to one side. There is a tiny space between the closet wall and the filing cabinet.

 Guess where Nash was and guess what he was wearing? 

He had gotten in to the closet, snatched up the crocs, shut the bi-fold closet doors, scaled the filing cabinet, and was hiding in that little space, wearing my nephews bright green crocs, holding my other nephew's crocs in his hands and looking up at me like, "what? What's the problem?" 

Macy and I were mostly wondering how the heck he accomplished that, we only found him because after I walked back downstairs, Macy heard some rustling. 

But, seriously. 

Hilarious or scary? I mean, it could go either way at this point. If he grows up to be a productive member of society,we reminisce and laugh. If he grows up to be a serial stalker, preying on people with ugly rubber shoes, then this is a red flag. 

Maybe because I am over 30 now, but life with a two year old is quite an adventure. 

Maybe it is this two year old, the croc lover. 

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

you're killing me, nash.


can someone build me a padded room, like, in a hurry?!

nash has been walking for a couple of weeks now and he is falling all over the place. so much so, that he was recently treated for a concussion after walking out our back patio door and falling head- first onto the concrete. yeah. he has bruises all over that sweet little face. not in the above picture, because that was taken in january when he could just barely crawl. oh, what a simpler time for us.

tonight at wrestling practice - i mean, it is way dirty in the wrestling room - he screamed at me for an hour because he wanted to walk around and do his thing. and then i let him - just a little - and he was as happy as can be. until, of course, i picked him back up.

an old man looked at me tonight and said, "girl, you have your hands full".

don't i know it. toddlers are exhausting.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

a concoction: whole wheat pumpkin chocolate chip! muffins

it's not often i come up with a recipe all of my own. i'm not the original type, you know. and this recipe isn't completely my own either because i did follow a guide that instructed me how to make my own recipe. but i am calling it a success.

whole wheat pumpkin chocolate chip muffins

1/2 c. all-purpose flour
1 1/2 c. whole wheat flour
1/4 c. brown sugar
1 1/2 t. baking powder
1/2 t. b. soda
1/4 t. salt
2 eggs, lightly beaten
3/4 c. canned pumpkin
3/4 c. milk
2 T. melted butter
1/2  bag of chocolate chips

i mixed all my wet stuff + the sugar. in a seperate bowl i mixed all the dry ingredients and combined the two just a little at a time. the batter was a little stiff. mix in the chocolate chips and fill baking cups to the rim with batter. bake at 350 for 15-18 minutes.

next time i am going to add some oats. what is it about oats in the fall? is it just me? it totally might be me.

anyway, they are best served warm with a glass of icy-cold milk

now let's get to the good stuff.


my mother-in-law took this picture of nash on friday while she was babysitting for us. i am in love with this picture and i am in love with that face.

this role i have been gifted with, mothering, wow. well, it's a hard one. some days i don't feel fit enough to be a mother at all. but these boys. sometimes i get these little flashes and can envision them as the young men they will become. it is a sacred thing, i think. little glimpses that the lord provides to help guide us, as parents. or maybe it is to prepare us. either way, i am grateful. and am looking forward to the glimpses of what that little face will become, too.

ps. i am reading the help and i am in love with that book, too.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

i totally pulled a macgyver

v i a

my parents came in town to hang out with the little clowers' boys last night. before they could get here, though, i made a last minute decision to hit the mall. hell-o, jcpenney's 80% off sale. but that turned out to be a total bust.

anyway, after over-staying our welcome in the mall (which is the easiest thing to do ever with four man-cubs in tow) we high-tailed it to the nearest eatery. nash must have smelled the prime rib, too, because he started yelping for his dinner. a few short minutes later he was grunting and red in the face. everyone knows what that means, yes?

i got up to change him and started digging in my diaper bag for the goods. except, the goods were no where to be found. read: i forgot to pack diapers.

i freaking forgot to pack diapers!

so i did the only thing i could do...i asked for linens.

now maybe it was because little nash-man is my fourth child, making me an experienced kind of mom (yeah right). or maybe it was because i feel a little ownership in that logan's roadhouse on the westside because i labored in that very store for over a year while in college and i feel like i know the ins and outs of that place. and travis and i met there. true story.

in either case, i wasn't worried. i asked for linens because the napkins that they wrap the silverware in are pretty big and would be perfect for a make-shift diaper. so that is what i asked for, but evidently, they don't call the linens "linens" anymore because when i asked for a few, the dear waiter brought me lemons, bless his heart, and then i had to ask for "napkins" to which he brought me little bitty paper napkins. not going to work.

so i hauled that baby to the front of the store and since the hostess was pregnant and i figured she could use a few pointers, i straight up told her what happened and that i needed the l-i-n-e-n-s from the back. and some tape, too.

nash and i headed to the bathroom and after i got him all cleaned up i started to feel a little silly. there were like 50 women in the bathroom at the exact same time as me and they were going to witness me wrapping my baby in huge cloth-like napkins. and to make matters worse they didn't seem as big as i once thought they were. a product of company downsizing? i will never know.

but the heavens parted for a few seconds and i found myself alone in the bathroom with a giggly baby so i quickly turned those square-shaped napkins around so that nash was laying on a diamond and then i did some tucking and pulling and holding it down with one hand while i ripped tape off the roll with my teeth. after it was all said and done i snapped up his onesis, slipped his shorts on, and no one ever even knew.

except when he peed and it came through.

but only a little bit and it was right when we were leaving so i just let him go bare-bottomed all the way home. and i'm pretty sure he loved it.

the point is: i rock.

no, just kidding. the point is...well, there really isn't a point except for to make sure you pack all the necessities for your baby before leaving the house. that would be a good rule to follow.

ps. a little while ago i posted about the kodak point and shoot that i wanted.  it has turned out to be...just crappy. the camera has malfunctioned and i am getting the run around from kodak and walmart about replacing it. and i even bought an extended warranty. tsk tsk. anyway, any good reccomendations on a not hugely expensive pocket-size camera? you know, it would have been good to take a picture of nash's linen-diaper at logan's roadhouse just for memory's sake....but yeah. no camera.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Cinnamon Chip Banana Bread

Every once in awhile I will come across a new chip flavor, and then I'll never see it again. The first time this happened was several years ago when I bought raspberry flavored chips and made the best cookies EVAH and then poof! They were gone. Another time it was cherry chips.

Last week I came across cinnamon chips by Hershey. I am a sucker for cinnamon anyway, so I snatched them up thinking they would be awesome in oatmeal. I just happened to have 3 bananas going bad on the counter, so I made banana bread and added half the bag of cinnamon chips.

It was awesome. You should try it. (If you can find the chips, that is). Turns out I am kind of a sucker for  bread, too, so all that was left to take a picture of was the crumbs in the bottom of my worn out pan. (At least I shared, though, right?)

Just make your favorite banana bread recipe, and fold the chips in before pouring the batter into the loaf pan.

And baby yawns are just delicious, no?

Okay, seriously, I have the cutest baby ever.

And on a religious note, I really like this article. And I like the candidate, too. Not as much as my man Mitt, but the Pubs need to start putting some players out there and I think Huntsman might be a good one.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The 4 Boy Club.

His very first picture, right after he was born.

Nash Michael Clowers
8 pounds 2 oz.
20 inches
1:13 pm

Nash is healthy and completely adorable and we are all just smitten, excpet maybe Bryce, who hasn't decided.

I'll post all the deets later...and some real pictures instead of the ones off our cell phones. Happy Easter!

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