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Sunday, December 30, 2007


On Christmas Eve we drove back to Lehi from St. George and had pizza at our house with Grandma and Grandad Small. Then Grandad and the boys enjoyed a great game of Candy Land. The evening ended after we drank hot chocolate and took turns toasting to whatever our hearts desired. We toasted to families, Mary and Joseph and on Porter's turn he exclaimed, "To cats and dogs!" The excitment peaked when Glenn thought he heard something and candy came shooting through the open sliding door. Santa was nearby!!!

On Christmas morning we read from Luke and Christian, Porter, Warrick and Grandma were the main characters. We opened a few presents, ate a great breakfast prepared by Dad and then opened the rest of the presents.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Birthday Boy and Christmas Toys

There are two great things that happened this week.

#1 is that I got all (except two things for Glenn that I can get while the kids are with me during the week) my Christmas shopping done. IT feels so good. I've always wanted to get it done by Thanksgiving, but I never have and I'm happy with getting it done by Dec. 14th. Now to make candy plates to share and send Christmas cards.

#2 Christian had his 7th birthday party.

Note for anyone who is going to have a party made up of a bunch of rowdy boys - Soldier party is the way to go. I was the drill sergeant and I would call for attention and expected everyone to stop and freeze at attention. Sometimes when they would get really crazy some would mess around at attention. Here is the hilarious part. Since we were in basic training and I could get away with having them drop and give me five. It really worked and the boys were soaking it all in. They were great and we had rescue missions all throughout the house. I don't know of any party that you can get away with getting them to do just what you want and for them to think it is fun. This has been my favorite theme so far.

Christian wanted a Christmas Tree Cake from the cake pan he got as a white elephant gift at the reunion in Idaho. One man's trash is Christian's treasure.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Our week

Glenn usually is the family beautician and at times will give me a little trim, but last night we got really adventurous and he put layers in my hair. It turned out quite well. The money we saved on the cut will probably have to be paid in marriage counseling, but I think he’s got himself a new client.

Some other eventful things this week were Christian had his first choir concert in his life. He has been going to choir every Wednesday before school all year. It was really fun to see him even though at times he wasn’t paying attention to his conductor and was paying attention to everything else – especially the kids behind him. (I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree- my A Cappella friends know what I’m talking about.)

Without contacting the household authorities, Christian rallied his brother’s together. They got a shoe for each person (including Glenn and I) and put it in front of each person’s bedroom door. Some of you may know that in Holland the kids put out their shoes on December 6th and then there is a gift or treat left inside of them. We have done this in our family before (we did it as I grew up too) but I figured I could do it when I got around to it and that the date December 6th didn’t really matter. I’m not sure if Christian picked this date randomly or if he remembered, but all of our shoes were placed nicely in front of our doors. He didn’t say a word to Glenn or I, but just went to sleep. I mean why would he tell us since putting the candy there had nothing to do with us, but everything to do with the elves? Glenn and I knew something was up when he said he would sleep in his room. Here is a little background. About a month ago we moved Christian’s room downstairs into Glenn’s old home office. His excitement lasted two nights and then he got scared. There were a lot of cords down there for the computer and phone and such and he was sure it would start a fire and he’d be the first to get burnt. So Porter let him share his bed since it was a queen size and they have been sweetly sharing ever since – even though we cleared out the cords from his room. Anyway, back to the shoes in front of everyone’s door and nothing to put in them. It is late. I’m ready to jump into my warm bed. Our sons are expecting some kind of treat from the “elves” and the last thing I wanted to do was go to the store. I thought of making a treat, but that would be a pain too. This is where my testimony of the church’s preparedness program begins. Our 72 hour kits! Yes! I had found a solution. I crept out to our garage and dug through a couple of the bags and there I was with new, exciting candy ready to be deposited in their shoes. Kids were happy in the morning and all was well thanks to the church’s council to put together 72 hour kids for a time of emergency.

I’m warning all of you that are reading this update to PLEASE get your houses in order. Get your food storage together and get your 72 hour kits updated. Don’t delay. I bare witness that you never know when you will need them. It may be in the middle of the summer or it may be on December 6th, but there is a good chance that you may need them – or at least the candy in them.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Family Traditions

Family Traditions
(A friend of mine is putting together a book of family traditions and asked me to write ours down. I decided to post too. This is what I could think of right away.)

Easter we meet with my dad’s side of the family and go to “Easter Mountain” in Zions National Park. The Easter Bunny leaves candy and then the kids search the mountain for it. The next day we have an Easter Egg hunt with my Mom’s side of the family.

May Day (the first of May) we give flowers to our Grandmother on her doorstep or if we live far from family then we find someone else’s grandma so share flowers with.

One tradition I would like to start is for Mother’s Day all I ask for is time to go to women’s conference which is around the same time. (at least when I don’t have a nursing baby) Anyone want to join me?

We spend the 4th of July with my family and sister-in-laws family and go to the Cedar parade and then Paragonah's City games and races. (Porter has won his race every year. I think it helps that he is about a foot taller than the kids his age. That is a hard tradition to keep up with.)

The Monday after Thanksgiving we put up our Christmas tree and dance to Christmas music.

On December 1st we open a gift that my mom gives to us. It is usually a Christmas decoration.

Throughout December the elves leave little candy skittles in the kids shoes that they leave out. It shows that the elves are watching them.

We camp at least once a year.
Boys go on Fathers and Sons outing every year.
Our cats get special food on holidays.

We go to Lagoon every year with the cousins on my side.

We go somewhere different every year for a reunion on Glenn's side of the family.

On birthdays we measure each kid on a special 2x4 piece of wood so it is easy to see how tall each kid was at each age and compare for fun. The birthday boy/girl gets a special plate and cup to eat from.

Sunday, November 25, 2007


The past two weeks have been eventful. I found out what Hand Foot and Mouth Virus is. (All the boys got it.) Luckily they all took turns so I would take care of one at a time. Then when I thought life would be back to normal I broke my toe by dropping a 40 pound box on it. That HURTS! So after about ten days I can put on shoes and walk kind of like a normal person. Believe me it is hard to walk when 5 1/2 months pregnant and with a broken toe.

So we went to Boise for the Warner Reunion (Glenn's mom's family) it was great fun and the highlight for the boys was simply to sleep in an "apartment" (motel) as Porter called it.

I can't seem to locate my camera so there are no phots to add to this post. :( But here is an update anyway.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

I'm not the only girl in the family

Porter and his "sister" Chelsea


Friday, November 9, 2007

The Frat House

For those of you who don't know, yes we are expecting our fourth little boy.
The more kids I have the more I realize that I live in a frat house. There are perpetual wrestling matches that seem to only stop for food breaks. The favorite shows in our house include Dirty Jobs or Survivor Man or some nature show of some animal hunting a poor helpless smaller animal. Practically every toy that we own has been tied up and captured. I often find random toys placed here or there in "cages". My two year old told me the other day, "I fart a lot. See." Then proceeded to push a small peep from his behind. I've said too much already and yet I haven't even scratched the surface.

Though my boys are boys, they sure are sweet too. Last night while I was reading and writing a few thoughts in a journal, Porter brought every brush into my room and brushed my hair, curled it with a cold curling iron, but a dab of lotion on my feet and brought in a small mirror and asked if I was excited to see the new me. Porter also loves my hair to be down and not in a clip and when I wear it that way he tells me how beautiful I look. When we were at the park the other day a little girl fell down twice and each time Porter rushed over to help her up. Another little girl was crying and Warrick rushed to her mom and said, "Yo Baby Crying!" and he was very worried about her.

So, due to more snakes found in pockets and more kitchen utensils buried in our back yard than most families, here is a current picture of me.

Now I have to go rescue a boy from a flying lion that flew through the air and landed on his head. This was propelled by his brother.

Monday, August 20, 2007

First Day of School Eve

We met Christian's teacher today. She seems great and so nice - perfect for first grade. Well, she tried to talk to him and he froze. He became totally mute. All I could do was look from Mrs. Wood to Christian and act like he simply wasn't much of a talker. Now, any of you who know this little boy know that things are quite the opposite, but I'm sure time will sort this out.

It is such a strange thing to put a child of yours under the responsibility of another adult, a stranger really. There is this yearning of the parent that the other adult will see the potential and good qualities of your child, but that doesn't always happen. As Christian acted so differently from his normal self, I couldn't help but to hope and pray that he will be relaxed and that he will be noticed and that, above all, he will feel accepted and be happy.

Good luck in the jungle, Christian

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Highlights from our Summer

We live very close to Thanksgiving Point and find ourselves there almost two times a week. Every Monday Night they have activities with themes. This night was pirate night and here is Christian ready for the treasure hunt at the dino museum.

Three boys in a tub.

Round Up Week in Lehi is quite the celebration. There are activities all over the place. There are three parades too. The first one is just of horses all decorated and such. The next one is just of kids. Each ward does it's own float as well as other churches, some families, etc.

The next parade is all the kids plus bigger floats too. All parades of course wouldn't be complete without candy to fight over with other kids. It teaches speed and agility. The faster you go, the more candy you get.

We went to St. George for the 4th of July. We went to the Cedar City Parade. Same parade - different year. I love it. Then we went to Paragoonah to their races and small town games. The kids had a ball. Christian and Porter won their races. Warrick thought it pointless to run to mom when he had dad right there so he grudgingly walked to the finish line with a scowl on his face.

We got two new furballs this summer. Conrag (not a typo it is really Conrag with a G) and Chelsea. They are the toy of choice most times.

We went to Indiana for a Small Family Reunion. It was lots of fun and the game that stole the show was corn hole. As soon as we get our own set you are all invited to play. Here is a small sample of the crew that was there.

Dora Bath Bubble Ad

Here is Warrick - 1 1/2 years old. Don't Dora bubbles look so fun? If you buy these bubbles your child will be happy and squeeky clean. Worked for us.

Holly my great friend from high school put a link to this site on her blog and that reminded me that I have this blog so I will start adding to it more often and giving updates and pictures.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Sunday, April 8, 2007

Easter Mountain 2007

70 years ago my grandparents took their kids to Easter Mountain. Two days ago I took my kids to Easter Mountain. We have family from all over the country with us.
Family traditions are so important for family unity. It makes children feel a part of something larger than themselves and gives a sense of belonging. Some of my cousins and I only see each other at Easter time, but the memories that we shared when we were younger are still strong in our hearts. Our memories bind us. Four generations later the tradition that my grandparents planted has grown into a large tree. We still keep the tradition alive and we all still enjoy its fruits.

Sunday, April 1, 2007


April 1, 2007
We had a great day today.

None of our kids took the early shift this morning. Usually one of my kids decides to wake around 6:00 AM (or earlier). It is never the same one. I’m sure they would get too tired if they had to keep such a schedule so they switch off to make sure someone is on duty. Well, whoever is in charge of assigning shifts, forgot today and the first child didn’t wake until after 7:00AM. That was quite a treat.

We had German pancakes for breakfast (with vanilla syrup that Glenn made. Then we taught the kids about King Benjamin (Christian simply refers to him as Ben) and how they gathered the people together to hear the words of the prophet and each family was together and pitched their tents with the door facing the temple, etc. You see the analogy. So we pitched our tent facing the TV. The kids thought it was great fun. I had conference Bingo and other activities for the kids to play while we watched. Surprisingly, it worked out well and our kids listened better than they ever have. (Not surprising since this is the first year we really attempted to have them listen.)

We had a guy in our ward say that he loves watching our family when I go up to lead the music in Sacrament Meeting. The boys are all active and Glenn is constantly grabbing one or the other and feels like an octopus. I lead the music and I’m quite powerless when I see the bustle. The man laughs because he remembers when his kids were at that stage. He said he prays for us. We told him to pray harder. :)

Monday, March 26, 2007

Finals Week

There is something about a male that is wearing a grey sweat suit and has bed-head. It means one of two things.
1. This Male is a college student in the middle of finals and has gotten about three hours of sleep the past week.
2. This male has simply given up on life. He just doesn't care.

Either way, it is a cry for help.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Lost - March 11th, 2007

This week Christian lost his first tooth, Porter lost his lunch, I lost my baby and Glenn won a “major award”.

Christian’s tooth has been loose for about a month. When it first got even a slight wiggle he was paranoid that it would fall out any minute. I had to explain that it wouldn’t fall out until it was hanging by one thread. Well, he soon learned that sometimes when he would eat it would bleed and hurt. He cried until I told him that he was just breaking treads. He took courage and began eating through the pain. After each apinful stab, he would ask how many threads I thought were left. The end of the story ends like this. Christian comes walking over to me while eating a hot dog bun. “How many threads are there now?” GASP. "It’s gone!" He then starts looking all around him. “It’s gone!” He is about to panic and me too. We can’t have lost his first tooth; he’s been talking daily of this event. Did he swallow it? Turns out it was wedged into the hot dog bun. All is dandy again.

Porter got some stomach bug while my parents were visiting while Glenn was out of town this last week. He lay on the kitchen floor. We didn’t know he was sick until he started drooling – those who have been there before know that is not a good sign. “Porter are you okay?” “No.” He answers and then there was his meal. ‘Nough said. He was fine the rest of the night, but the next day said his tummy hurt again. I gave him a bowl and since it was nap time sent him to bed. We had extensively practiced leaning over the bowl - leave nothing to chance when it comes to something of this nature. He was set. I left him. Minutes later I heard his cries. I sprinted to the rescue. I can't explain how proud I was that my three year old made it into the bowl. He remembered the drills. Unfortunately, he had place the small monster trucks he had purchased at the dollar store into his bowl. He realized this dilemma after he had filled the bowl. "Yuck!" He yelled as he chucked two fully loaded trucks (you know what I mean) across the room. Glenn was right, if I had told him not to throw the trucks he had thrown up on then he wouldn't have done it. I can only blame myself.  Next time we'll practice throwing up in the bowl and not throwing anything that has throw up on it.  Not sure why I didn't think of that sooner.

I experienced a moment this week that every mother inevitably experiences. I was looking at my baby, Warrick, when I realized, with a little slap, that he is not a baby anymore. He is a toddler. It is a little sad, but of course I wouldn't have it any other way.

Glenn has been in St. Louis this past week getting more company training. At the end of the week there was a presentation competition that my dear hubby won. It was a big deal, complete with an acceptance speech and a large trophy. The boys stare at the shiny metal from his office door and usher their friends by to prove that their dad can beat up their dad.

Things are warming up and that is great news as this winter has seemed rather long, cold and cooped up. Our basement is slowly coming along and I finally have my computer in a place that I can use it more often so that means I can write more often. :)

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Our Basement

We are still fixin' up our basement. I am very excited as we will almost double the square feet that we currently have.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Our Beloved Cat

Just last week we had two goldfish and one cat. We now have one goldfish.

I don't want to talk about it.

For All You Mothers Out There

I just wanted to share my favorite homemaking site with you. I check it often and it has taught me so much about being a mother, wife, and about keeping my home.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Valentine's Day

Our fish is dead. Our cat wishes to be dead. (Today the cat is sporting a Valentine sticker on his back - given from the heart. The cat doesn't seem to mind. I think it is the least of his problems.)

Just a note for the animal activists. In all seriousness this cat has it pretty good and Glenn even kind of likes it.

Now we are off to a cookie exchange with some gals I know.

The boys are playing with two of the neighbor boys downstairs. One of which has very stinky shoes - like a dead animal is living there. They were all mashed into a play tent and Christian said, "Something stinks in here so one of you has to get out." Share the love. I'm about to make sure he doesn't take his shoes off. I'm afraid of the surprise we might find. Poor kid - no one wants to be the one with the stinky shoes.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Joseph F. Smith

"After all, to do well those things which God
ordained to be the common lot of all mankind, is the truest greatness. To
be a successful father or a successful mother is greater than to be a
successful general or a successful statesman.
Success in an occupation--even a lofty one--is only temporary. Whereas success as a parent is 'universal and eternal greatness." - Joseph F. Smith

The Week Before Valentine's Day

Glenn is now deep in remodeling out basement. Our neighbor is a contractor and is helping us, but Glenn is doing the electrical and I have to say how impressed I am that he can figure it all out and make it all work. Pretty cool, but he has been down in our dungeon for the last two Saturdays and we miss him!

Christian gave a talk today in Primary. He had in his mind exactly what he wanted to do and that included a story about dinosaurs, asking for a volunteer to help and a small battle among the dinosaurs. All ended well and the point was that a certain group of dinosaurs worked together, even though before hand they hadn’t gotten along, and they “defeated” the big bad dinosaurs.

Porter has a very sensitive nose – like his father and his grandfather before him. When he messes his diaper, he says, “What’s that smell?” and can hardly bear it. (He’s not the only one.)
Through a story that is not worth mentioning, we ended up with a goldfish. I never knew goldfish could be as exciting as this one is to Porter. He takes it anywhere I will let him and lays next to it on our kitchen floor and just watches it. I put it on a little platform next to his bed when he sleeps and Porter thinks that is pretty neat. He constantly wants to feed it as he is certain that it is starving. He told me that it is swimming around and that means that he’s hungry. The fish is named Curious George.

Glenn and I finished the first season of 24. I feel the way I feel when I finish a good book. Glad it is over, yet missing the excitement of it all.

See you soon.

Friday, February 2, 2007

And There Was Light - Summary Book Review

And There was Light - Book Review
This is an autobiography about a blind man who was key in the French Resistance during WWII. But it is just as much a book about what it is like to be blind. It is also a book about friendship. I liked the book because it was a unique perspective of how a blind man survived being a prisoner of the Nazis. I thought the book would focus more on the man’s experiences during the war, but instead I got a very philosophical view of a blind child and his experiences. The reader of this book should be aware that he will hear the story of this remarkable man from the time he became blind until after his survival of a prison camp. My sum up in two words - Interesting viewpoint. Score 3.5 (due to expectations of it just being about WWII issues, but instead being more about a man being blind - not what I was looking for, but interesting, nonetheless.)

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

W and Sara/Lightning/Baghera

Mother at Home

I have another blog where I write my opinions on things, things I've been memorizing and thoughts on books I have read and where each week I read a section of the book in the title and then talk about it. I thought I'd share what I posted on the other site with you guys here. So far I have enjoyed the book even though it was written in the 1800's. I guess kids will be kids. (It is free on line - though I hope to purchase my own hardcopy. Notice the link below.)

Pages 53 -59

This section talks about not punishing accidents or ignorance, but another thing I was reminded of is to control ones emotions when accidents do occur. I read in another book this week that a mother and homemaker ought to demonstrate imperturbability. The dictionary says that imperturbability is an adjective that means "incapable of being upset or agitated; not easily excited; calm." We all need a little more imperturbability!


A few weeks ago Christian said that he liked the name Sara because it meant princess. He then said, "When I get married I'm going to call my wife Sara." (I know he means well, but I don't know if she will appreciate it. I guess I'll let him figure out for himself that women usually don't like to have another women's name whispered in their ear.)

Last night he decided his cat was a girl and not a boy. (We checked out a 2 inch thick cat encyclopedia from the library. There is a part where it shows a picture of a male and female. Christian thought they were looking at the cat's bum. So after inspection of our cat's bum, he concluded it is a girl. So now the cat's name has changed to Sara. His new philosophy is that she ran away the first time because she was a girl and we were calling her boy.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Harold B. Lee

I got my first comment today - thanks Amie! That encouraged me to write more because I realized maybe people are reading this.

I read this in a book today.

"There is so much harshness in the world. Don't let your children hear any of it from you. It is all right to turn them on end for a spanking now and then, but don't be harsh with them."

Meanwhile, we are trying to teach W. (1yo) that the cat's tail is attached for good no matter what he does. P. (3yo) is on the opposite end and won't let anyone touch the cat and insists on Baghera going everywhere with him.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Four things

The four things that have kept us busy this week are:

1. We now have a cat again. His name has changed from Lightning McQueen to Baghera and you have to pronounce it correctly or you will have a six year old teach you how to say it until you do it the right way.

2. We have started putting up new walls in our basement and taking down old ones. Our neighbor is helping - or rather, doing.

3. We have house guests.

4. Got a killer chocolate chip cookie recipe. Much fun. You have to mix by hand and the boys are enjoying that part. (Yes, I've finally gotten to the point where I will let them help me even though it means flour flying half way across the room.)

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Lightning McQueen lives!

This just in. Lightning McQueen, our cat that 6 year old was given for his birthday, has been found and he is alive and well. (If any of you don't know, he was given a cat by a friend. The friend's mom never talked to me about it. He just showed up with a bow around his neck. I started to get attached to it and then he was MIA.)The boys have been praying to find him and I found him when I was visit teaching a couple houses down. We have not told the boys yet, but will be sure to get it on tape.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Trails in the Snow

The morning after a huge snow storm P (3yo) and C (6yo) were MIA. I looked out our sliding back door.

Our yard was blanketed in snow, but there were tracks all over. Looping, and zigging, and zagging. The boys had slipped out the back door and were experiencing pure joy.

That is one of my favorite things (no, not my boys sneaking out) tracks in the snow. I love it because for a child it represents happiness, adventure and freedom.

In just the little time that they had been out, every step they had taken was recorded by the broken snow. I knew exactly where they had gone. In the front yard I saw the many paths and detours they had made there too. They had smiles on their faces and their hearts were racing as they were just being kids. I don't think they stopped running until they came in crying because their hands were too cold.

That is fun. That is being a kid. Even after P was napping and C was at school, their tracks were still there to speak of the fun they had had.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree

Here is what has been happening this week at our house.

G and I have been watching 24 the show on DVD. It is a great suspenseful show and has kept us two early birds up late.

C. (6yo) informed me that he has been looking around his class to see if he can find a girl to marry. (She has to have the right look and the right style that would fit him.)

I have weird neighbors. One invited me in when she was dressed in nothing but her garments- very fitting garments. I tried to look away as we spoke and tried to understand how she could do such a thing with her teenagers around, but decided not to ask and to get out as soon as possible. Another neighbor kept looking at me suspiciously as I walked from my garage to my house. Finally I said, “Hi.” It came out like a mouse. He said “Hi.” And his came out like a mouse too. I felt we were in grade school. As a result of him glancing at me several times, I had to glance at him several times- you know to see if he was still glancing at me. I was thinking, “Why does he keep looking at me?” I have a feeling he was thinking, “Why does she keep looking at me?” He is grumpy and we stay away from him. Not to alarm anyone, but if I ever come up missing, check there first.

W. (1yo) is starting to mimic words that we speak to him. He will say, “Go, cracker, momma, and make animal sounds.” Spontaneously he will say “Thank you, bye (his version) and will shake his head either yes or no and boy does he make good use of his pointer finger and his grunts.

Anytime I ask P. (3yo) what he wants, he says, “What DuDuce having?” Translation: What is C having? He wants to be just like C and won’t make a decision without knowing what C is doing. He will sometimes say every word C says – or at least until C has had enough. C started waiting for P to choose before he chose the opposite, but I explained to C that P thinks he is so neat and wants to be just like him when he grows up – just like C wants to be just like his dad. C accepted this responsibility and things have been a little more harmonious.

C. (6yo) came to me one morning all dressed ready for school. He had a long sleeved red Cat in the Hat shirt with some of P.’s red pants. Let me mention that the reds were two different shades and the pants were more like Capri pants than like regular pants. “C, if you’re going to wear that you at least have to wear you boots over your pants.” I instructed. It wouldn’t solve the color issue, but at least it would hide the several inches of bare skin just above his ankles. (He had crew type socks to accentuate the problem.) He then explained to me that he had to wear all red and that he was going to add a red jacket to the outfit too. Finally we got to the bottom of the matter. The kids had been playing Power Rangers at school and Josh claimed that he always got to be the red Power Ranger. It was only natural since he always had the most red on - his coat was red. So, the rule immerged that whoever had the most red got to be the red Power Ranger. Josh thought he had the trump card. Not so fast, Josh! C is on his way. C had a plan. (I’ve been to school before. I know the Josh type. I know they don’t go down easily. C didn’t know this, but I just sighed as I knew C was about to learn this. I have to admit that I was quite curious as to how it would all turn out, but I
didn’t tell him that Josh might strike back. You never know, maybe this time would be different.) Well, it just so happens, as C was having his snack that morning, he spilled almost his entire cup of milk down his front. I offered to hurry and wash them for him before school; I had to wash reds anyway. Turns out he found an actual Power Ranger T-shirt to wear instead. He said he didn’t really want to be red anyway and that the other Power Ranger colors were better. Call it Providence. Call it luck, but I think C was saved that day. Three cheers for milk! (I wonder if I wrote to Cream O' Weber if they would make a milk commercial based on our story.)

(This is not what he was wearing, but what he wore on all red day a few months ago. I just thought it would give you an idea of his idea of fashion. He actually did wear this one to school.)

I don’t know how things like this happen, but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Let me explain. We went to Chuck-A-Rama last night. We had a pleasant time, but as we were leaving, C asked for a nice “clean white napkin”. That’s not too much to ask, so his wish is granted. He then proceeded to meticulously unfold the napkin, place his peanut butter cookie in the center and then carefully fold it up until it was simply a white napkin with something in it. He wasn’t hiding it, but I think he just thought to himself, “I really want this cookie, but I think I want to save it for later.” G (dh) and I looked at each other. He is his Great Grandma’s grandson. (Now if what I’m about to say incriminates her, please do not press charges; I will pay for any damages.) C doesn’t know this, but every time we would go to Chuck-A-Rama with Grams, she would come back to the table with a large assortment of desserts. We would think to ourselves, “Wow, Grams. You go girl!” But if you watch ever so carefully you will see her slip them first into a clean white napkin and then right into her purse. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Like Grandfather like Grandson

This is one of my favorite pictures.

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Fall Pictures

One day this fall, when we had a few minutes before Christian went to Kindergarten, we all went out and played in the leaves. It was great to have so many of them! The boys had a great time - so did I.

Friday, January 5, 2007

I blame it on high school...

Does anyone know how to get gum and peanut butter out of a child’s hair?

I blame it on high school, really. It was more than 10 years ago on a choir bus trip when somehow there were several teenagers piling on one bus seat. I don’t know if we were trying to see how many we could fit on one seat or if it was a mere impulse, but no matter the reason, there were suddenly many bodies flopped onto one seat. Someone on the bottom started yelling in pain and the doggie pile was dismantled layer by layer. Everyone came out okay and started dispersing to their seats.

“Where’s my gum?” Hollered Julianne. “I lost my gum.”

That’s when we found out where Julianne’s gum was and that John had a problem. He had somehow ended up on the floor between the seats and was still trying to pull himself up. Somehow in all the confusion, Julianne’s gum had become one with John’s eyebrow. That is when someone in their teenage wisdom instructed that peanut butter will get gum out of hair. The next stop peanut butter was purchased and spread across John’s forehead and brow. (I think it was used a little too liberally, but it was fun to see him covered with the goop and squirming.) After waiting several minutes, we could hear John hollering that it hurt and Julianne yelling right back, “Hold still, I’m trying to comb it out!” I remember glancing over long enough to see the pain in John’s face and Julianne’s concentration. My memory seems to be fuzzy after that.

So here is where the story comes to me and my little family of boys. My three year old, P, has been learning to use the potty. He is not motivated by much, except for the gumballs that he and his brother gave to their dad for Christmas. Long story short, he had gum in his mouth at nap time. I know, big blunder on my part, but unfortunately that was not my last of the day. Yes, he woke up with blue strings clumped in his light blonde silky hair. I was not worried because I had remembered way back when Julianne got gum in John’s hair. (I didn’t think about it long enough to realize I didn’t really remember if it worked. It seemed to since he currently does not have gum in his brow.) I told P. to not worry and that we would get it out. I grabbed a glob of peanut butter. My 6 year old thought it was poop. (Just to add excitement to life, I licked the brown blob. That sure made 6 year old think!) Then I massaged it into P.’s hair. Waited. Rinsed. Nothing, except now I have peanut butter and gum in his hair – even after a good shampoo and rinse. So I’m stuck. My life experiences have failed me. Maybe I will just cut it out. It may look nice since P. cut the other side of his hair two weeks ago. This way it will match and we will once again look like a ‘put-together’ family with one of our sons sporting perfectly matching spikes of short hair jutting from his crown. It will look like I meant to do that. And just between us, I did.