Marissa's blonde moment

Marissa would be very upset with me for posting this but since she can't read much yet she'll never know:) Saturday morning Tim and I cleaned the house and threw away some of our junk. I got done mopping the floors and cleaning the bathroom late afternoon and had to get dressed for our date to the Blues game. Marissa was going to Grandma Patty's for the evening. Marissa was all dressed and waiting for me to finish getting ready when I heard her call out from the bathroom, "uh oh Mommy, Come help!" Geez the kid is 5 years old. She shouldn't need help going to the bathroom. I was praying she wasn't sick. I ran into the bathroom to find her standing in a puddle of pee with pee all over her pants, underwear and snow boots she had just put on. She had run upstairs from the basement to go pee and sat on the toilet without looking and peed with the LID CLOSED! Yes, she peed with the lid completely closed, which caused the pee to overflow onto the floor and her pants and underwear. I stood in the doorway laughing and called Tim in to come see the mess. I knew I would have to reclean the toilet and the floors I had just cleaned AND change her clothes that she had just put on but it was too funny to be upset about. We didn't have time to give her another bath so I told her to tell Grandma to. Tim's bright idea was to rub hand sanitizer all over her legs (which he did).
So that was Marissa's blonde moment over the weekend. She had done that one other time but she was half asleep that time. This time she was fully awake!

Christmas Picture

Here is the picture I took for our Christmas pic this year. It is just Marissa. We haven't done a family one the past two years but probably will with the new baby next year. Marissa is all dressed up and ready to go to her school concert, which was last Friday. I just ordered these pics on Sunday and I am hoping they will come in before Christmas so I can put them in our cards. Obviously I will not be mailing these cards due to time. I just stick the picture in the card and hand them out to family on Christmas day. I will hand them out to church friends Sunday if they are here on time.

This is the one we printed for the family to put in our cards.

Here is one of Marissa posing. She always wants to do really weird poses and I keep telling her to just stand "normal"

Another Marissa pose.

Who is the parent anyway?

The other night I was a little crabby. Tim was going to another hockey game and I really didn't want to be home by myself. Well I wouldn't be home by myself, Marissa would be with me. But I really didn't want to stay home and do all the dirty work myself (cleaning the kitchen, laundry, bath time, etc). So I was basically throwing a fit. Truthfully, I don't mind if Tim goes to the games. Everyone deserves time of their own. Especially him because he doesn't ask for much for himself. I was just in one of my pregnancy moods (I will post on that later).
Marissa is rarely ever crabby. She never has been. She is basically ALWAYS in a good mood. She hardly ever throws fits. She has been like this since she was little. So the other night she could tell I was in a bad mood as I stomped around the kitchen doing the dishes. "Mommy, let's play a game." I told her I had housework to do till midnight (much exaggeration) but I would play a game anyway. We got out the game SORRY to play first. She was winning by alot. It didn't really matter to me. I'm not a sore loser in my old age. But she didn't want to win. She wanted mommy to win so that I would be in a good mood. I explained to her that I was already in a much better mood just from playing the game with her and it didn't matter to me who won. I was still having fun, thanks to my five year old who was much better spirited than me.

Timmy's pumpkin

Dedicated Blues Fan.

pictures of the cold camping trip

Here is a picture of Tim and Marissa outside of the tent. It had rained right before we got there so we had to take our shoes off everytime we got in the tent. Notice the pop-up right behind our tent?

Decorations on the picnic table outside of our campsite.

Who are those hoosiers at Forest Park?

Most people can figure out that you aren't susposed to let your kid swim in the waterfall at Forest Park. But there's always that one family......

The Santa Clause Conspiracy

I am not a Scrooge. Christmas is my favorite holiday. BUT there is one thing I don't like about Christmas: Santa Clause!
Ok, I know that makes me sound like a bad person but let me explain. Every since Marissa was born our family has wanted to take Marissa to see Santa. Especially her Grandparents. I really don't understand why. Her first Christmas she was only 7 months old. My mom was determined to take her and my nephew to see Santa. No one could believe I wasn't planning to take her myself. Seriously , do you know any kid under the age of 2 who actually likes Santa? You could tell them anyone bought those presents and they don't really care. They don't even understand. So anyway, my mom decided to take Marissa since I wouldn't. Thankfully my husband didn't really care about taking her either. He hates long lines and hates the mall during the holidays. So my mom took her and my nephew. In the pic he is screaming (he was about 14 months old) and Marissa looks terrified. Wow, great Christmas pic. Couldn't we have just put them in front of the tree and gotten a good picture?
So I decided at that point I just wasn't going to tell Marissa there was a Santa Clause. The following year she was old enough to get excited about Christmas. I explained to her that it was a birthday party for Jesus! She already heard about Jesus from going to church so this made sense to her (as much as it can for a 18 month old). So I was all set. I had dodged the whole Santa thing. But wait, who is the fat man in the red suit that everyone keeps telling my daughter about?
So I couldn't escape the whole Santa thing. This year I even attended a breakfast with Santa! I tried to get out of it but my in laws kidnapped me and made me go (it wasn't so bad).
So every year I buy expensive toys for my child and instead of signing them with my name and my husband's name I sign the name of someone who doesn't even exist and he gets all the credit. And the really amusing thing to me is that in a couple of years I get to tell her that I lied to her for no reason at all and that there really is no such thing as Santa Clause. Now does any one see my point? Or am I just crazy?
But I still make sure to tell her the real reason behind all those presents. A birthday party for our Savior: Jesus! (I should have stuck with my original plan:)
Anyway, Merry Christmas! I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season as much as I am.

And the next Kempf baby is.......................

A BOY!

We had our ultrasound today at 11:15 am. Tim picked Marissa up from school so she could go with us. Tim was very happy when we found out the baby is a boy. On the other hand, I could tell Marissa was a little disappointed (I think all little girls want a sister). Marissa said, "I wanted it to be a girl, but I guess I'll love a brother." Well, that's good because she really didn't have a choce! I am happy either way.
Well the not so good news is that after taking the babie's measurements the ultrasound tech pushed my due date back to May 5th! So I am really only 18 weeks, not 20! Now I feel liked I've gained too much weight to be only 18 weeks and Tim will have to put up with my crabiness 2 weeks longer:)
Everything went great and the baby appears healthy so thats good news! Now we just have to decide if the baby will be a Timothy jr. The Kempf name will officially carry on.