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Proud Papa…It’s Been Awhile

We have cute kids. Doesn’t every parent? I feel constant guilt about the lack of dissemination of pictures/videos/etc. Heck, I can’t even keep up with it myself. Our kids lives will be well-documented. They will have no trouble finding fodder for their wedding slideshow(s).

So here are some pictures:









Dear Troy and Stacey

If you still are coming here to read what meals we’ve been eating…fear not…we have not been starving. The blog was on hiatus as we cheated winter. Thought I’d share a few Averyisms:

While reading the Very Hungry caterpillar with Mom:
(Jaym reads a few pages about how much the caterpillar ate)
Avery: “the caterpillar goes (burp noise). Then he says cuse me.

At night or other times of procrastination:
Avery: Mom, me, Rudolph and the elves are scared of the yeti and Gingerbread man.

Avery after coming down for second time: Dad, where’s my unicorn?


I hear your call my fans. The masses are clamoring and I am here to deliver.

In other words – I can’t sleep. Don’t know why. I probably could sleep if I tried but my mind is active and I know I will lay there for 30+ minutes trying to make out the time on our new wall-projecting alarm clock. If you haven’t noticed, I wear Coke bottle bottoms for glasses. I assumed when I bought that alarm clock that it would alleviate my need to put my glasses on to view the alarm clock that was 2.5 feet from my face. It has not. The numbers are 1.5 feet tall, half a foot wide. 12:47 looks like 8:39 and you get the drift.

Avery is so funny. Like the rest of the Johnson clan, she loves her bacon. I jokingly called her the baconator after one episode where she literally asked me ‘Dad, can I have some bacon?’ (I think I had made her bacon and pancakes for breakfast the previous day). Well…although she loves her some bacon…she has a pancake addiction… I told her this morning – “Avery, you’re a pancakeanotor” to which she replied…”Nooooo, I’m the baconator!” Love it.

We have been doing “dream feeds” with Micah. Since I”m the night owl – I try to take it. After feeding him – I usually go check on Avery only to find her in some odd bodily contortion, usually diagonal across her bed on top of the covers. No different last night. So I gently picked her up and moved her to parallel to the long axis of her bed with head on pillow. She happened to open her eyes and look at me in disbelief. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and said “I love you Avery, good night.” In the sweetest, most innocent voice she said “Too. Good night Daddy.” “Too” is her shorthand for “love you too…”

Contrast this to Jaymie. I bound down the steps all proud and happy. My angelic daughter just said the sweetest thing to me. Laying down in bed, typically Jaym will rustle and at times we’ll have a brief coherant conversation typically along the lines of:

“Did you feed Woody*?”

“Ya, fed him 7 oz. Man he had a wet diaper”

“You think he’ll sleep through the night.”

“Hope so. But I made another bottle – it’s up there for later.”


However sometimes Jaymie is not all that interested in talking.

This was the case last night…

Me: “Avery said the coolest thing to me”

Jaym: Grunt. Grimace. Sigh.

Me: “She said good night Daddy.”

Jaym: Nothing

Me: “You awake? You hear me?”

Jaym: Indiscernible noise that seemed to indicate “Yes”

* Woody: Micah’s new nickname. If he doesn’t have an aptitude for wood carving as an adult I’ll be shocked. The inside of his crib is his art. He’s trying to make his mark on the coffee tables, TV stand, rocking chair, and kitchen chairs if he can. Woody as in Woodchuck.


A few things…

A few things about what’s been happening lately:

1. We went on a {sniff, sniff, tear} preschool visit for Avery today.  The preschool was really nice, but it’s hard to believe it could possibly be that time.  Avery is clearly torn up by the prospect of time away from me.  When I told her we were going for a short visit, she said, “No, Mom, you can just drop me off and leave.”  I’m sure she’s going to be clinging to the apron strings come September.

2.  Micah is a woodchuck.  He is doing some fine woodworking on the crib rails in his room, evidenced by varnish-colored drool and small wood chips around his mouth each morning.  I can’t wait to see the finished product.

3.  We went to Chick-fil-a for lunch today.  Avery loves the playroom there.  We told her that she needed to eat some chicken before she was able to play.  She immediately stuffed 2 nuggets in her mouth, almost choked, spit them out, and ran happily off to the play room.  Micah’s disdain for babyhood continues.  He ate her remaining 4 nuggets and lit-ra-lee scoffed at any baby food offered to him.  Nice.

4.  Micah’s hatred for the church nursery now rivals Avery’s when she was his age.  I can usually hear him screaming as I’m approaching the nursery in the hallway.  My mind is completely boggled by the babies who don’t seem to mind being in there.  Do they not know where they are???  They’re surrounded by sweet, old women who love babies!!!  It’s awful!!!  Revolt, Babies!!!!

Just a few tidbits from recently:)

An Interview with Avery

What is your name?


How old are you?


No, how old are you?

1 finger.

Okay, we’ll work on that later.  What is your favorite food?


What’s is your favorite color?


What is your favorite book?

The first day of school…Emily’s book. (a recent library book)

Who’s your best best friend?

I don’t know…Matt and Tim (her cousins).

Why do you love Daddy?

He’s a jack-in-the box. (?????)

Who’s your favorite brother?


Do you love Micah?

(climbing on table…no comment….must have been a rough day.)

What is your favorite show?


What’s your favorite thing to play?

My animals (zoo).

What’s your favorite thing to do outside?


What is your favorite sport?


What else do you want to say?

We have cars.  That’s my favorite.  I’m stuck (in between the table and the chair).  I can’t do this (get out).

Who are your friends?

Boy.  (???????)  Brooklyn and Caitlin and Emma and Baby Carter and Caleb and Maddi and Maggie.  And boys. (seriously, I’m worried).

Avery: 2 years, 7 months

Micah: 8 months...possibly angry that all his bibs have hearts and pink on them.

A Sign of the Times

This morning, as I was getting dressed after my shower, Avery came into the bathroom looking for me.  Always complimentary, she promptly said, “I like your pull-up, Mom.”

Love that kid.

The sweetest prayer…

Last night at dinner we asked Avery to pray.

Sheepishly she started…innocently saying simply “Thank you God for this family.”

Later, she also thanked God for her “ba-ba”.

“I think”

Tim here. One of my favorite things Avery has been doing lately is using “I think” to punctuate sentences.

Daddy, I awake I think.

I done I think.

I wanna play with my car I think.

Daddy, you lay down I think?

You get the drift.

An Interview with a 2-year-old

Me: How are you doing today?

Avery: I don’t know.

M: What do you mean, I don’t know? Are you having a good day?

A: Can you take the top off?

Me: Off what?

A: Cuz its broken. Can you take the top off? The top fall off. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16…

Me: I love you.

A: I yuv you too. I YUV YOU!

Me: So, now that you are 2 and 1/2, what is your favorite color?

A: Um….red!

Me: What is your favorite book?

A: The Daddy book (Daddy’s Little Girl)

Me: What is your favorite animal?

A: Bears. All bears. A polar bear and sheeps.

Me: Okay. What is your favorite movie?

A: Mee-mow (Nemo)

Me: What’s your favorite show?

A: Curious George.

Me: Waht is your favorite thing to do? (As she is balancing a bowl of peaches upside down on her head)

A: A backpack for Caitlin. A backpack for you. A backpack for me.

Me: What do you use a backpack for?

A: At preschool (a huge topic around here right now).

A: All done Mommy.

A week (or two) in pictures

Addisyn's 1st Birthday Costume Party (she's the ladybug)



Baby MJ


Avery with some of her loot



Trick or Treat!



Smiles at the park



Little "butterfly"




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