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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.