For posterity, I want to remember that everytime my 3 1/2 year old daughter hears a new Christmas carol come on the clock radio in her room (that she turns on herself), she comes out and announces so excitedly, "Mommy, Mommy, it Frosty the Snowman (or whatever song is playing)! I love hearing that song!" Every. Single. Time. Love it!!! She's also pretending it's Christmas morning with all of her babies and stuffed animals in her room. She, of course, is the Mommmy.
She is also going through a phase of tattling on herself! "Mommy, I just ran in the house." "Mommy, I just touched the blinds." And on and on and on...UGH!
Also, for posterity, my son is now finally enjoying writing and kindergarten a little more. He's reading many sight words. This afternoon on our way home from meeting for lunch with a friend and her new baby, he sounded out important (to him) football players names to write them down on his dry-erase board along with their numbers. But, not to get too rosy of an idea of his thoughts on kindergarten, he has pointed out to me a number of times that he will be out of school for 24 days (which is true...Yay!!!)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
More than one of me???
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Monday, May 12, 2008
"Myself"
Here are some funny things the children are saying or doing:
While on the p*otty, C always wants me to read or tell her a story. She says, "Would you read a mag-zen? I love you to read myself a story."
Still saying "lellow" for yellow...Although now she corrects herself sometimes...sniff, sniff!
They both loved the honeysuckle we found. We call it God's candy.
She also still says stistah for sister. I love that! She has the "Li*ttlest P*et S*hop" animals and she wants all the animals she has to have a "bruddah and a stistah." Just like life as she knows it. She also puts all the animals into bead before naptime. Every. Single. Day.
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At a wedding for Z's lifelong friend over the weekend in Alabama, C got so mad a L for not wanting to dance with her on the dance floor. Finally, he stood out there for a few minutes while she "got down." Then, claiming the music was too loud, he left. (It was, by the way.)
Much later, we were getting the kiddos settled to enjoy some (more) wedding cake at a table. Z was holding C and a drink and cake, so he put her down a couple feet away from where I was with L and Nana getting L settled. Z told C to run to Mommy. She looked at me, saw where I was, said my name (which I didn't hear b/c of the music), and took off in my direction. Z then took his eyes off of her to squeeze through a few chairs while balancing the things he was carrying.
When he arrived at the table (no more than a few seconds later), I asked him where C was. He thought I was joking and looked under the table. I said, "She was with you. She never came here." He immediately started looking, and I could see the panic in his eyes. For whatever reason, the panic didn't arise in me so fast. I calmly looked out the window that overlooked the patio where the dance floor was and there she was. Her little white hair bow was bounding down the steps through the crowd to the dance floor. She was getting her groove on without a care in the world. She was the only one on the dance floor, but she didn't care. I called out to Z and Nana where she was and they took the steps about 3 at a time--I don't even know if Z used the steps. He may have jumped down to get to her quicker. I could see them reach her, and her daddy scooped her up in a big hug. Oh, how precious...and quick she is!
By the way, the whole time we're looking for her, she has her brother panicked. "Where's my baby sister? Did something happen to her?" He loves her so much!
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During the ceremony, L was so excited to be able to see "The Duffner," which is one of Z's nicknames for his buddy, come out. Then, he could hardly wait to hear the chimes and see the princess come out (Haley). C was sitting with her Daddy (of course). Before the ceremony began, she said, "Uh-oh, Daddy. There's no stay-uz (stairs for those without her drawl). The princesses always come down the stay-uz."
They both did a great job during the ceremony, and after it was over, C took it upon her self to wave and say a little something to the bride and groom and all the attendants as they exited during the recessional. Too cute!
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Z and I both coming from opposite ends of the house head upstairs early yesterday morning because all we can hear is C screaming, "I don't like Hotwheels. I DO NOT LIKE THAT ONE." Of course, we also hear her signature footstomping, too. We can hear L saying something, but it sounds muffled. We arrive in L's bathroom to find him trying his best to get her to brush her teeth or let him do it. She doesn't like the Hotwheels toothpaste, though, so she' s having none of that! He tries to hard to take care of her! :)
While on the p*otty, C always wants me to read or tell her a story. She says, "Would you read a mag-zen? I love you to read myself a story."
Still saying "lellow" for yellow...Although now she corrects herself sometimes...sniff, sniff!
They both loved the honeysuckle we found. We call it God's candy.
She also still says stistah for sister. I love that! She has the "Li*ttlest P*et S*hop" animals and she wants all the animals she has to have a "bruddah and a stistah." Just like life as she knows it. She also puts all the animals into bead before naptime. Every. Single. Day.
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At a wedding for Z's lifelong friend over the weekend in Alabama, C got so mad a L for not wanting to dance with her on the dance floor. Finally, he stood out there for a few minutes while she "got down." Then, claiming the music was too loud, he left. (It was, by the way.)
Much later, we were getting the kiddos settled to enjoy some (more) wedding cake at a table. Z was holding C and a drink and cake, so he put her down a couple feet away from where I was with L and Nana getting L settled. Z told C to run to Mommy. She looked at me, saw where I was, said my name (which I didn't hear b/c of the music), and took off in my direction. Z then took his eyes off of her to squeeze through a few chairs while balancing the things he was carrying.
When he arrived at the table (no more than a few seconds later), I asked him where C was. He thought I was joking and looked under the table. I said, "She was with you. She never came here." He immediately started looking, and I could see the panic in his eyes. For whatever reason, the panic didn't arise in me so fast. I calmly looked out the window that overlooked the patio where the dance floor was and there she was. Her little white hair bow was bounding down the steps through the crowd to the dance floor. She was getting her groove on without a care in the world. She was the only one on the dance floor, but she didn't care. I called out to Z and Nana where she was and they took the steps about 3 at a time--I don't even know if Z used the steps. He may have jumped down to get to her quicker. I could see them reach her, and her daddy scooped her up in a big hug. Oh, how precious...and quick she is!
By the way, the whole time we're looking for her, she has her brother panicked. "Where's my baby sister? Did something happen to her?" He loves her so much!
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During the ceremony, L was so excited to be able to see "The Duffner," which is one of Z's nicknames for his buddy, come out. Then, he could hardly wait to hear the chimes and see the princess come out (Haley). C was sitting with her Daddy (of course). Before the ceremony began, she said, "Uh-oh, Daddy. There's no stay-uz (stairs for those without her drawl). The princesses always come down the stay-uz."
They both did a great job during the ceremony, and after it was over, C took it upon her self to wave and say a little something to the bride and groom and all the attendants as they exited during the recessional. Too cute!
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Z and I both coming from opposite ends of the house head upstairs early yesterday morning because all we can hear is C screaming, "I don't like Hotwheels. I DO NOT LIKE THAT ONE." Of course, we also hear her signature footstomping, too. We can hear L saying something, but it sounds muffled. We arrive in L's bathroom to find him trying his best to get her to brush her teeth or let him do it. She doesn't like the Hotwheels toothpaste, though, so she' s having none of that! He tries to hard to take care of her! :)
God's Plan...(A Mothers Day Post)
I had a wonderful Mothers Day! My children made me such precious gifts and my husband made sure the day was completely wonderful. What an awesome way to be celebrated!
From Miss C, I received a hand-print picture, which is especially meaningful because she HATES having paint on her hands. Her teachers earned a big thank-you for that one. I have been trying to get her hand prints for this age recorded for a while. From L I received a button-covered cigar box onto which he had also decoupaged flowers. He proudly told me it was a "Button Box to keep special treasures in or just keep buttons in." He also painted a watercolor card with a bird house and bird.
Turns out the card was especially meaningful because we had a pair of birds trying to build a nest in our garage. Luke and I saw the birds in the early morning when I went out to put some things in our recycle bin. At the time, I thought they were just flying in to garage. Then after an hour or so, we went back out to get into the car to leave for Nana's and there were the birds, working so diligently to create a home for their future babies. I told L that we'd have to get Daddy to move it b/c the garage wouldn't be a good place for the birds to live. L looked at me very much stunned that I would say this and said, "Mommy, it's God's plan for the birds to live in here. He knows that the garage is good shelter, and He knows this is where we keep the birdseed."
As you can imagine, I was taken aback. How am I going to explain that if we don't prevent them from building the nest in the garage, we're going to have some dead birds on our hands when we go on vacation or even go away for the day with the garage door closed in the coming heat. So, do you know what I said? "Well, we'll have to talk with Daddy about it." It was Mother's Day afterall, so I didn't have to handle the hard stuff!
Then, I started thinking about God's Plans for our lives. Those birds had worked so hard for that hour to build their nest in a spot that seems like a good one. But, like L, they couldn't see the future heat or the door being closed preventing them passing in or out in a week or so for our vacation. I realized I'm like the birds. It's so funny because I sometimes work so hard to seek His plan...or think I am seeking his plan, but am really just building my nest in all the wrong places. Then, it's often back to square one!
God, please help me to simply seek you. Then, Your Plan will fall into place without all my unnecessary nest-building. You will lead me to the perfect place.
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L, after hearing his Daddy explain about the birds was able to give us plenty of reasons why the birds didn't need to be in the garage after all. "Number one, the eggs might get too hot. Number two, the birds wouldn't have enough water if we're gone....and so on all the way to Nana's house and through number 8..."a spider might cover the nest with a web."
From Miss C, I received a hand-print picture, which is especially meaningful because she HATES having paint on her hands. Her teachers earned a big thank-you for that one. I have been trying to get her hand prints for this age recorded for a while. From L I received a button-covered cigar box onto which he had also decoupaged flowers. He proudly told me it was a "Button Box to keep special treasures in or just keep buttons in." He also painted a watercolor card with a bird house and bird.
Turns out the card was especially meaningful because we had a pair of birds trying to build a nest in our garage. Luke and I saw the birds in the early morning when I went out to put some things in our recycle bin. At the time, I thought they were just flying in to garage. Then after an hour or so, we went back out to get into the car to leave for Nana's and there were the birds, working so diligently to create a home for their future babies. I told L that we'd have to get Daddy to move it b/c the garage wouldn't be a good place for the birds to live. L looked at me very much stunned that I would say this and said, "Mommy, it's God's plan for the birds to live in here. He knows that the garage is good shelter, and He knows this is where we keep the birdseed."
As you can imagine, I was taken aback. How am I going to explain that if we don't prevent them from building the nest in the garage, we're going to have some dead birds on our hands when we go on vacation or even go away for the day with the garage door closed in the coming heat. So, do you know what I said? "Well, we'll have to talk with Daddy about it." It was Mother's Day afterall, so I didn't have to handle the hard stuff!
Then, I started thinking about God's Plans for our lives. Those birds had worked so hard for that hour to build their nest in a spot that seems like a good one. But, like L, they couldn't see the future heat or the door being closed preventing them passing in or out in a week or so for our vacation. I realized I'm like the birds. It's so funny because I sometimes work so hard to seek His plan...or think I am seeking his plan, but am really just building my nest in all the wrong places. Then, it's often back to square one!
God, please help me to simply seek you. Then, Your Plan will fall into place without all my unnecessary nest-building. You will lead me to the perfect place.
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L, after hearing his Daddy explain about the birds was able to give us plenty of reasons why the birds didn't need to be in the garage after all. "Number one, the eggs might get too hot. Number two, the birds wouldn't have enough water if we're gone....and so on all the way to Nana's house and through number 8..."a spider might cover the nest with a web."
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Today you are 5!
Happy Birthday to my L! Today you are 5. It seems unbelievable that you could be five already! I remember waiting with such anticipation for you to arrive. Oh, how much we wanted to you to get here. And you did...a week after your due date...and a two weeks after we had a scheduled c-section because you were breech. Not to worry, you turned at the pre-op appointment, thus increasing my wait for you. But, you were worth it!
I was actually in labor when I arrived for my induction, so April 24th was going to be your birthday no matter what! I labored all day (feeling no pain, of course) and you arrived at 6:11 p.m. weighing in at 7 lbs. 15.3 oz and were 21 1/2" long. And the most beautiful dark hair covered your hair. It was so think and dark...I was shocked. The biggest blue eyes were looking up at Daddy and me and in that instant our lives were forever changed for the better. You were stunningly handsome as a newborn, not wrinkly or cone-headed. Smooth olive skin with a hint of pink, perfectly sweet heart shaped lips...I could cry just thinking about you being so tiny.
Now, you love playing any sport (dressed in full GT gear), being outside is a favorite, especially riding your tractors. You still enjoy playing with your train table, all your cars, and legos. You are an excellent big brother to your sister. You two play so well together. In fact, you often ask me if we can have another baby in our house. Most of the time you tell me that we need a brother because "we have a baby sister named Caroline and she's pretty special." I just tell you to talk to your Daddy and God about that (B/c I'm all for it!).
You know all your letters and sounds and how to write them. You are learning how to sound out words to write them, and you know how to write your numbers up to 15 consistently. You love for people to tell you stories, especially Buzz stories by Daddy at bedtime. You really are enjoying me reading you chapter books. Junie B. Jones and Magic Tree Houses books are your favorites so far. You like to make projects and crafts, a thrill for me!
You love, love, love to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed...and you still rub the side of my face/chin and find the mole that God gave me (that I always hated until you found such a love for it), just as you did when I nursed you so many years ago. You tell me that you love me and that I'm the best Mommy you ever had. You, my precious, precious little one, are the best son I ever had.
You have the sweetest heart and you already trust Jesus completely. Just the other day, we were in Chick-fil-A (another favorite) where a little boy was hurt on the playground. He was crying while sitting with his parents. You asked us if you could pray for him, and you did. Then, you went over to this little person you had never met before and told him, "I'm sorry you got hurt. I prayed for you. Jesus will make you better." Then you hugged him. I almost cried right there on the spot. You taught me that you don't have to know people to pray for them and to let them know you did!
I have to stop typing for now because I must get going on the day...this special special day! Happy Birthday, Buddy!
I love you so much.
I was actually in labor when I arrived for my induction, so April 24th was going to be your birthday no matter what! I labored all day (feeling no pain, of course) and you arrived at 6:11 p.m. weighing in at 7 lbs. 15.3 oz and were 21 1/2" long. And the most beautiful dark hair covered your hair. It was so think and dark...I was shocked. The biggest blue eyes were looking up at Daddy and me and in that instant our lives were forever changed for the better. You were stunningly handsome as a newborn, not wrinkly or cone-headed. Smooth olive skin with a hint of pink, perfectly sweet heart shaped lips...I could cry just thinking about you being so tiny.
Now, you love playing any sport (dressed in full GT gear), being outside is a favorite, especially riding your tractors. You still enjoy playing with your train table, all your cars, and legos. You are an excellent big brother to your sister. You two play so well together. In fact, you often ask me if we can have another baby in our house. Most of the time you tell me that we need a brother because "we have a baby sister named Caroline and she's pretty special." I just tell you to talk to your Daddy and God about that (B/c I'm all for it!).
You know all your letters and sounds and how to write them. You are learning how to sound out words to write them, and you know how to write your numbers up to 15 consistently. You love for people to tell you stories, especially Buzz stories by Daddy at bedtime. You really are enjoying me reading you chapter books. Junie B. Jones and Magic Tree Houses books are your favorites so far. You like to make projects and crafts, a thrill for me!
You love, love, love to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed...and you still rub the side of my face/chin and find the mole that God gave me (that I always hated until you found such a love for it), just as you did when I nursed you so many years ago. You tell me that you love me and that I'm the best Mommy you ever had. You, my precious, precious little one, are the best son I ever had.
You have the sweetest heart and you already trust Jesus completely. Just the other day, we were in Chick-fil-A (another favorite) where a little boy was hurt on the playground. He was crying while sitting with his parents. You asked us if you could pray for him, and you did. Then, you went over to this little person you had never met before and told him, "I'm sorry you got hurt. I prayed for you. Jesus will make you better." Then you hugged him. I almost cried right there on the spot. You taught me that you don't have to know people to pray for them and to let them know you did!
I have to stop typing for now because I must get going on the day...this special special day! Happy Birthday, Buddy!
I love you so much.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Little Bit Tiny
I just want to write down that when my C talks about small things she says a little bit tiny. "Mommy, I need a little bit tiny of goldfish." "Mommy, this horsey is little bit tiny, right?"
Precious!
Off to the beach for the weekend...and next week I'll have a 5-year-old. Sniff, sniff!
Precious!
Off to the beach for the weekend...and next week I'll have a 5-year-old. Sniff, sniff!
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Things they said
Recently, my husband and I went on an awards trip with his company. We were taken to Palm Springs, CA to stay in the Hyatt Grand Champions resort (actually in Indian Wells, CA--but same difference). We left early on Thursday morning, so my sister-in-law came to get L to school and keep C for the day while Nana slept from working her usual night shift as an RN at a local hospital.
During the day while C was with Lindsay, she said some pretty cute things. We always say how sassy she is, and boy, does she know what she means to say. She told Lindsay, "Aunt Lindsay, you need to get your act together, here. You gave me one cookie, but I want two. Now what are we going to do about that?" Lindsay said she couldn't believe C came up with that phrase for the situation. (I can't imagine where she would have heard someone say to get their act together...ha, ha!)
Then, Lindsay took both kiddos to a discount store to get a toy. C had picked 2, but Lindsay was only going to buy them 1 each. So, Lindsay says to her, "Ok, C. Which one do you want to pick? L has already picked his 1 special prize. Which one do you want?"
C replies, "Well, I pick these 2."
L: We're only going to get 1, OK?
C: This is really not working for me. I need both (Boff) of them. Sorry for you.
L: (Thankfully, she stuck with her original 1 prize each rule) No, ma'am. You have to pick just one. (A pink telephone won after much foot stomping and Hmph-ing, I'm certain.)
A couple of nights ago, L wanted (as usual) to sleep in our room. Z was telling him that everyone has to at least start off in their own beds. (C has been sleeping in her big girl bed for about 2 weeks now. Sniff, sniff) L looks at him and says, "Hey, Daddy. What if I pay you? How much money do you want so I can sleep in your bed?"
Z just had to leave the room to keep from busting out laughing in his face.
Oh, man!
During the day while C was with Lindsay, she said some pretty cute things. We always say how sassy she is, and boy, does she know what she means to say. She told Lindsay, "Aunt Lindsay, you need to get your act together, here. You gave me one cookie, but I want two. Now what are we going to do about that?" Lindsay said she couldn't believe C came up with that phrase for the situation. (I can't imagine where she would have heard someone say to get their act together...ha, ha!)
Then, Lindsay took both kiddos to a discount store to get a toy. C had picked 2, but Lindsay was only going to buy them 1 each. So, Lindsay says to her, "Ok, C. Which one do you want to pick? L has already picked his 1 special prize. Which one do you want?"
C replies, "Well, I pick these 2."
L: We're only going to get 1, OK?
C: This is really not working for me. I need both (Boff) of them. Sorry for you.
L: (Thankfully, she stuck with her original 1 prize each rule) No, ma'am. You have to pick just one. (A pink telephone won after much foot stomping and Hmph-ing, I'm certain.)
A couple of nights ago, L wanted (as usual) to sleep in our room. Z was telling him that everyone has to at least start off in their own beds. (C has been sleeping in her big girl bed for about 2 weeks now. Sniff, sniff) L looks at him and says, "Hey, Daddy. What if I pay you? How much money do you want so I can sleep in your bed?"
Z just had to leave the room to keep from busting out laughing in his face.
Oh, man!
Rainy Days
We've had lots of rainy days here in Georgia lately (including a tornado that ripped through downtown Atlanta wreaking havoc on my husband's office, OY!!). Indoor play has been the name of the game around here...I am attempting to record what I overhear in my children's conversations as they play upstairs.
L: hee, hee, hee (laughing)
C: What's making you do that?
L: Let's show that to Mommy.
C: Look at me, Mommy (with hands on forhead making faces)
Me: What a silly face!
L,C: {giggles, giggles}
L: Let's go make more sillies.
C: OK, L(says his name with the -y added like she does often), let's go.
L: {laughing} apparently it is hilarious when someone puts their hands on their forehead
C: I'm all done with that, L.
C is now playing in the playroom area instead of in L's room.
L: What are you doing?
C: The baby is hungry. This food isn't for you.
L: What was that noise? {weedeater outside}
C: It was just me with the plate.
L: Do it again. Do it when I go to the bathroom. walks off. Ok, I'm there. Make that noise again.
C: Ok, I know. I made that noise.
L: Coming out of his room again RRRRAHHH.
C: AHH. Now look what you've made me do. GO PLAY SOMEWHERE ELSE. My baby's party is ruined. You are not my friend.
L: That's not nice C.
C: I know. I'm sorry. We can be best friends, OK, L? Ok? Ok, L?
L: Hey, look, I found something.
C: What is it? What? Oh, my little kitty thing.
L: Can you help me get it?
C: Ok, I'll help you.
L: If you be really good and try to help me I'll give you this. C, I'm going to see if I can get it for you.
C: Well, I'm hiding now. Let's play hide-n-seek. You have to count.
L: I don't want to. I'm trying to get your key.
C: I'm hiding. Find me.
L: Look, C. I got it.
C: Can I have it. Thank you. It's so pretty.
L: Are you glad to have it back.
C: Umm,hmm. Thank you so much.
L: What's that?
C: I ruined it.
L: So you don't want it? Do you mind if I ruin it too? (tears some paper)
C: NO, no, no,no. You can. You can do that, L. Thanks for finding my pretty key.
Off to do whatever it is that they are doing together. Now I hear them in her room playing house. He's Daddy. She's Mommy. Apparently, this Mommy has to go to T-ball--and announce it over and over and over. And the Daddy's job is a basketball player (shortest pro-player ever). Every few minutes, they go back to the house and talk. Here's the conversation I just overheard:
C: Is the game over?
L: It's just started.
C: Well, L-y, this is the house. (Said How-ouse--she's got some kind of southern drawl).
L: I know.
C: Is the game over now L-y?
L: Yes.
C: Oh, well welcome to my ballerina dance at our house.
Off they run into the bonus room that they call their gym. Funny babies.
I feel like these days go so fast. I just don't want to forget how well they play together. She often tells people he's her best friend...and melts my heart when she does.
L: hee, hee, hee (laughing)
C: What's making you do that?
L: Let's show that to Mommy.
C: Look at me, Mommy (with hands on forhead making faces)
Me: What a silly face!
L,C: {giggles, giggles}
L: Let's go make more sillies.
C: OK, L(says his name with the -y added like she does often), let's go.
L: {laughing} apparently it is hilarious when someone puts their hands on their forehead
C: I'm all done with that, L.
C is now playing in the playroom area instead of in L's room.
L: What are you doing?
C: The baby is hungry. This food isn't for you.
L: What was that noise? {weedeater outside}
C: It was just me with the plate.
L: Do it again. Do it when I go to the bathroom. walks off. Ok, I'm there. Make that noise again.
C: Ok, I know. I made that noise.
L: Coming out of his room again RRRRAHHH.
C: AHH. Now look what you've made me do. GO PLAY SOMEWHERE ELSE. My baby's party is ruined. You are not my friend.
L: That's not nice C.
C: I know. I'm sorry. We can be best friends, OK, L? Ok? Ok, L?
L: Hey, look, I found something.
C: What is it? What? Oh, my little kitty thing.
L: Can you help me get it?
C: Ok, I'll help you.
L: If you be really good and try to help me I'll give you this. C, I'm going to see if I can get it for you.
C: Well, I'm hiding now. Let's play hide-n-seek. You have to count.
L: I don't want to. I'm trying to get your key.
C: I'm hiding. Find me.
L: Look, C. I got it.
C: Can I have it. Thank you. It's so pretty.
L: Are you glad to have it back.
C: Umm,hmm. Thank you so much.
L: What's that?
C: I ruined it.
L: So you don't want it? Do you mind if I ruin it too? (tears some paper)
C: NO, no, no,no. You can. You can do that, L. Thanks for finding my pretty key.
Off to do whatever it is that they are doing together. Now I hear them in her room playing house. He's Daddy. She's Mommy. Apparently, this Mommy has to go to T-ball--and announce it over and over and over. And the Daddy's job is a basketball player (shortest pro-player ever). Every few minutes, they go back to the house and talk. Here's the conversation I just overheard:
C: Is the game over?
L: It's just started.
C: Well, L-y, this is the house. (Said How-ouse--she's got some kind of southern drawl).
L: I know.
C: Is the game over now L-y?
L: Yes.
C: Oh, well welcome to my ballerina dance at our house.
Off they run into the bonus room that they call their gym. Funny babies.
I feel like these days go so fast. I just don't want to forget how well they play together. She often tells people he's her best friend...and melts my heart when she does.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Happy Birthday, Miss C!
My darling daughter,
Today you are 3! I can't believe it. You are a whirlwind of constant motion and endless chatter. You love to be a girl. Your favorite color is purple. Every other color to you is yucky, except pink, which is okay according to you. You love your brother and tell us often that he is your best friend (which totally melts my heart!). You adore lipstick and plastic "spah-kly" earrings. You love to be dramatic, and you can dress up with the best of them. Arguing, or shall we say negotiating. is also one of your strengths. I've never heard a child with your vocabulary, and oh, my you are a sharp little one. You don't miss a trick, and you use your observations to your advantage.
You are sassy, sweet, and smart all at the same time. You, my dear princess, are everything I could have hoped for in a daughter and about a thousand times more. You take my breath away when I look in those crystal blue eyes. You can exasperate even the most patient of people on some days...you are my Lollie (your nickname that makes no sense but has stuck with me). Oh how blessed I am to be your Mommy. Loving you is a privilege I don't take lightly. You are my daughter, and I am your Mom. We will share a bond like no other. That God picked me to be your mom...I am humbled. You are a force to be reckoned with. I love that about you.
You have stolen hearts with not so much as a few sentences. Family, friends, teachers at school, parents of friends, oh the list goes on and on. So many, many hearts (... you are a very, very popular girl) have fallen under your magical spell--one of the biggest is your Daddy's. He adores you. I see the precious bond you have, and I am so proud to have a front row seat to witness your love for each other.
Daddy and I looked at pictures of your life together tonight. It seems like only yesterday you were so tiny. You were born in a rush and then whisked to the NICU. But of course, with you being you, you advanced right out of there quickly and spent the rest of your time in the intermediate nursery. Daddy and I looked so forward to our minutes with you in the hospital. Oh, how we couldn't wait to get you home and snuggle you anytime we wanted.
Your brother loved you instantly. He told us you were precious when he first saw you. He left a soft basketball rattle in your bassinet. He had waited so long to meet you. These days, you can drive him crazy, but he'd rather be with you than anyone, even when you are bossing him around. It blesses my heart to overhear you two playing together. I love to hear your ask your big brother, "We are fwends right?"...Oh if only these days could last a little longer and pass a little more slowly. I wish I could box up these times and just hold onto them a little longer. They will be gone before I know it.
Now, my sweet potato, you are three. You are on the cusp of many things, yet you have accomplished so very much already. You are bold and beautiful, sweet and sassy, impish and so independent, loving and lovable, bossy and beloved. I am in awe of how much you know and say already. Your imagination is incredible. I love when you call me your darlin'...especially because when you say it, it sounds as if you are calling me your "Dahwin." I love that you call me Mama, even though Luke calls me Mommy and I refer to my self as Mommy to you. You are my Lollie...there is no one like you. Beautiful you.
It is my prayer for you to grow in Christ. I pray your life verse over you each night, Ps. 85:11-12. The sparkle and life you give our family is amazing, and I thank God for you each and every day.
I love you so much, C. Thank you for being you all day all the time!
Love,
Mommy
Teach me your way, O Lord, that I may walk in your truth and give me an undivided heart that I may fear your name. I will praise you O Lord, my God, and glorify your name forever.
Psalm 85:11-12 (NIV)
Today you are 3! I can't believe it. You are a whirlwind of constant motion and endless chatter. You love to be a girl. Your favorite color is purple. Every other color to you is yucky, except pink, which is okay according to you. You love your brother and tell us often that he is your best friend (which totally melts my heart!). You adore lipstick and plastic "spah-kly" earrings. You love to be dramatic, and you can dress up with the best of them. Arguing, or shall we say negotiating. is also one of your strengths. I've never heard a child with your vocabulary, and oh, my you are a sharp little one. You don't miss a trick, and you use your observations to your advantage.
You are sassy, sweet, and smart all at the same time. You, my dear princess, are everything I could have hoped for in a daughter and about a thousand times more. You take my breath away when I look in those crystal blue eyes. You can exasperate even the most patient of people on some days...you are my Lollie (your nickname that makes no sense but has stuck with me). Oh how blessed I am to be your Mommy. Loving you is a privilege I don't take lightly. You are my daughter, and I am your Mom. We will share a bond like no other. That God picked me to be your mom...I am humbled. You are a force to be reckoned with. I love that about you.
You have stolen hearts with not so much as a few sentences. Family, friends, teachers at school, parents of friends, oh the list goes on and on. So many, many hearts (... you are a very, very popular girl) have fallen under your magical spell--one of the biggest is your Daddy's. He adores you. I see the precious bond you have, and I am so proud to have a front row seat to witness your love for each other.
Daddy and I looked at pictures of your life together tonight. It seems like only yesterday you were so tiny. You were born in a rush and then whisked to the NICU. But of course, with you being you, you advanced right out of there quickly and spent the rest of your time in the intermediate nursery. Daddy and I looked so forward to our minutes with you in the hospital. Oh, how we couldn't wait to get you home and snuggle you anytime we wanted.
Your brother loved you instantly. He told us you were precious when he first saw you. He left a soft basketball rattle in your bassinet. He had waited so long to meet you. These days, you can drive him crazy, but he'd rather be with you than anyone, even when you are bossing him around. It blesses my heart to overhear you two playing together. I love to hear your ask your big brother, "We are fwends right?"...Oh if only these days could last a little longer and pass a little more slowly. I wish I could box up these times and just hold onto them a little longer. They will be gone before I know it.
Now, my sweet potato, you are three. You are on the cusp of many things, yet you have accomplished so very much already. You are bold and beautiful, sweet and sassy, impish and so independent, loving and lovable, bossy and beloved. I am in awe of how much you know and say already. Your imagination is incredible. I love when you call me your darlin'...especially because when you say it, it sounds as if you are calling me your "Dahwin." I love that you call me Mama, even though Luke calls me Mommy and I refer to my self as Mommy to you. You are my Lollie...there is no one like you. Beautiful you.
It is my prayer for you to grow in Christ. I pray your life verse over you each night, Ps. 85:11-12. The sparkle and life you give our family is amazing, and I thank God for you each and every day.
I love you so much, C. Thank you for being you all day all the time!
Love,
Mommy
Teach me your way, O Lord, that I may walk in your truth and give me an undivided heart that I may fear your name. I will praise you O Lord, my God, and glorify your name forever.
Psalm 85:11-12 (NIV)
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Turmoil
I type this today in turmoil. I have a ton of emotions running around in my heart, and I am trying to clarify and de-clutter my mind. So, I guess this will really be more of a brain-d*ump than anything else.
My baby girl is turning 3 on Friday. Not much of a baby anymore. I am sad. I am thrilled to see her happy and growing. I love her world. Imaginative, playful, fun, pouty, excited, dramatic, full-speed ahead. As I look at her changing, I am experiencing a strong desire to start all over with a baby. I just can't shake it.
However, my husband, who is truly my soul mate, does not share my desire. Our marriage is a good one (Dare I say a great one and give Satan an "in" on this whole thing to have him destroy us as he is doing to so many around us). We are a good team. We complement each other in our strengths and weaknesses. God truly designed us for each other. Why is it, then, that we are so far apart on this issue? He is not on the same page with me (I don't even know if we're reading the same book...). He loves only having 2. He says he has the best of both worlds with a boy and a girl. He worries that time divided by 3 will be too much stress and not enough of him (and me) to go around. Oh, I see his point, but I also know that he is such a one-track kind of guy. Not much of a multi-tasker. He needs his down time. He needs time to relax in the evenings and on weekends. He helps out, don't get me wrong. He loves spending time with his children. He never brings his work emotions home with him. And lately, with the stress of his parents separation while working with his father at their business has been a strain, I know it has.
As his wife, I am supposed to be ok with his decision for our family. He is the leader of our home. I try to tell myself that the world is designed for families of 4. I tell myself about all the things that we'll be able to do now that there is no baby needs to meet. Potty-trained, listeners, sleepers, etc. The children we have are such blessings. I can't imagine how life would be without them, and I also tell myself that it may be too much for them to adjust to another child. I tell myself that we've had 2 healthy pregnancies and 2 healthy children. I tell myself not to test the odds. (But, I don't believe in odds. I believe in God.) I make lists in my head of the pros and cons of baby 3. I seek out all the positives of being through the baby years. I try to pack up and rid the basement of the plastic bins of baby clothes for a boy and a girl. I am trying to take things to a consignment store each season as L and C out grow them...it's just not working. I tell myself that I won't be resentful of this decision.
Still I find that I'm hoping for a surprise each month, despite my lists and my unsuccessful pep talks with myself. I don't want to coerce him into a decision. I want him to want another child. I certainly don't want to deceive him (he knows I'm not taking any birth control due to a medical issue). I don't want to end up pregnant and have him resent me and the child. I don't want to need him to help with number 3 and him tell me, "I told you so." I want him to understand that this desire is so deep within my heart. I want him to say, if we have 3 children, I'll still love you and want you to do things just for you (like a girls weekend...would that ever even happen with 3? as it is, I feel guilty asking him to watch our children for a weekend now). I want him to understand that God made me with this desire to have children all around us. And, I know that a third baby would grow up, too. I just can't get over wanting it so much.
I want ultimately to be the best wife and mother I can be. I want to do what God is calling me to do regarding this battle that's going on inside me. I just don't know...I want to feel peace again regarding everything. I want to stop calculating due dates inside my head, to stop worrying so much about age gaps between children and watching my "safe" fertility opportunities slip by.
I know how many people want to be able to have just one child. I know I'm blessed with two, and oh what blessings they are. I know I'm not perfect as a mother...so far from it, in fact. Last night I was so tired I had to rely on my husband to put the babies to bed without a bath or any assistance from me. Does that mean that I can't handle 3?
I see families of 5 all over. My girl-trip girl friends (the best kind of girlfriends...brutally honest, love each other with warts and all, thick and thin, kind of friends) all have 2 children, a boy and a girl. They say 3 is too much. 3 is unchartered territory...zone defense. At the same time, these very same girlfriends tell me that I should have 3. I am the one of the 4 of us that really could swing it. On the other hand, so many other friends have 3 or are expecting 3. I heard wonderful news today from a dear friend who's expecting her 3rd in October. Her last 2 are going to be 15 months apart. I felt my heart break a little when she told me as I waited in the car line to pick up my angels. I'm thrilled for her, and I wonder if we'd had 2 boys or 2 girls first like their family if this would even be a discussion. I feel like my husband would want to try for the opposite gender.
I have had this battle going on for so long...since C was about 18 months. I tend to be less emotional about the issues I'm dealing with. I haven't cried about any of this until this very day as I typed. My heart aches that my husband and I are in complete disagreement. I don't even know how to pray. Is this desire from God? Is this Satan trying to destroy my marriage, like he has my parents and my in-laws and countless others around us? When the tears came, I realized how much I do want another. Yet, I know how much I respect and love my husband. I don't want feel all this conflict inside myself, and I don't like that he and I don't share the same viewpoint or desires. Why do I feel that our family portrait is missing someone? Why do I feel that I should have and and after C's name? Why do I have an empty spot in my heart?
Turmoil...that's me.
My baby girl is turning 3 on Friday. Not much of a baby anymore. I am sad. I am thrilled to see her happy and growing. I love her world. Imaginative, playful, fun, pouty, excited, dramatic, full-speed ahead. As I look at her changing, I am experiencing a strong desire to start all over with a baby. I just can't shake it.
However, my husband, who is truly my soul mate, does not share my desire. Our marriage is a good one (Dare I say a great one and give Satan an "in" on this whole thing to have him destroy us as he is doing to so many around us). We are a good team. We complement each other in our strengths and weaknesses. God truly designed us for each other. Why is it, then, that we are so far apart on this issue? He is not on the same page with me (I don't even know if we're reading the same book...). He loves only having 2. He says he has the best of both worlds with a boy and a girl. He worries that time divided by 3 will be too much stress and not enough of him (and me) to go around. Oh, I see his point, but I also know that he is such a one-track kind of guy. Not much of a multi-tasker. He needs his down time. He needs time to relax in the evenings and on weekends. He helps out, don't get me wrong. He loves spending time with his children. He never brings his work emotions home with him. And lately, with the stress of his parents separation while working with his father at their business has been a strain, I know it has.
As his wife, I am supposed to be ok with his decision for our family. He is the leader of our home. I try to tell myself that the world is designed for families of 4. I tell myself about all the things that we'll be able to do now that there is no baby needs to meet. Potty-trained, listeners, sleepers, etc. The children we have are such blessings. I can't imagine how life would be without them, and I also tell myself that it may be too much for them to adjust to another child. I tell myself that we've had 2 healthy pregnancies and 2 healthy children. I tell myself not to test the odds. (But, I don't believe in odds. I believe in God.) I make lists in my head of the pros and cons of baby 3. I seek out all the positives of being through the baby years. I try to pack up and rid the basement of the plastic bins of baby clothes for a boy and a girl. I am trying to take things to a consignment store each season as L and C out grow them...it's just not working. I tell myself that I won't be resentful of this decision.
Still I find that I'm hoping for a surprise each month, despite my lists and my unsuccessful pep talks with myself. I don't want to coerce him into a decision. I want him to want another child. I certainly don't want to deceive him (he knows I'm not taking any birth control due to a medical issue). I don't want to end up pregnant and have him resent me and the child. I don't want to need him to help with number 3 and him tell me, "I told you so." I want him to understand that this desire is so deep within my heart. I want him to say, if we have 3 children, I'll still love you and want you to do things just for you (like a girls weekend...would that ever even happen with 3? as it is, I feel guilty asking him to watch our children for a weekend now). I want him to understand that God made me with this desire to have children all around us. And, I know that a third baby would grow up, too. I just can't get over wanting it so much.
I want ultimately to be the best wife and mother I can be. I want to do what God is calling me to do regarding this battle that's going on inside me. I just don't know...I want to feel peace again regarding everything. I want to stop calculating due dates inside my head, to stop worrying so much about age gaps between children and watching my "safe" fertility opportunities slip by.
I know how many people want to be able to have just one child. I know I'm blessed with two, and oh what blessings they are. I know I'm not perfect as a mother...so far from it, in fact. Last night I was so tired I had to rely on my husband to put the babies to bed without a bath or any assistance from me. Does that mean that I can't handle 3?
I see families of 5 all over. My girl-trip girl friends (the best kind of girlfriends...brutally honest, love each other with warts and all, thick and thin, kind of friends) all have 2 children, a boy and a girl. They say 3 is too much. 3 is unchartered territory...zone defense. At the same time, these very same girlfriends tell me that I should have 3. I am the one of the 4 of us that really could swing it. On the other hand, so many other friends have 3 or are expecting 3. I heard wonderful news today from a dear friend who's expecting her 3rd in October. Her last 2 are going to be 15 months apart. I felt my heart break a little when she told me as I waited in the car line to pick up my angels. I'm thrilled for her, and I wonder if we'd had 2 boys or 2 girls first like their family if this would even be a discussion. I feel like my husband would want to try for the opposite gender.
I have had this battle going on for so long...since C was about 18 months. I tend to be less emotional about the issues I'm dealing with. I haven't cried about any of this until this very day as I typed. My heart aches that my husband and I are in complete disagreement. I don't even know how to pray. Is this desire from God? Is this Satan trying to destroy my marriage, like he has my parents and my in-laws and countless others around us? When the tears came, I realized how much I do want another. Yet, I know how much I respect and love my husband. I don't want feel all this conflict inside myself, and I don't like that he and I don't share the same viewpoint or desires. Why do I feel that our family portrait is missing someone? Why do I feel that I should have and and after C's name? Why do I have an empty spot in my heart?
Turmoil...that's me.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Lellow and the Circus
I can't remember if I posted about this before, but I love how C still says "lellow" for yellow. She doesn't say pupcakes for cupcakes as often as she did around Christmas, and she no longer says Buzz Ligh-lear. But I love that she still says lellow...and toot for tube (as in, "Put Snow White in her toot so we can play swim lessons" meaning for me to put the Snow White doll in the inflatable apple-shaped inner tube). I wish these days would last longer...she'll be 3 in 2 weeks.
As a lead in to the circus discussion, here's a conversation I had with Miss C about the circus.
C: "Where are we going again, Mommy?"
Me: I had no idea what she was talking about, but I thought she was asking if we were going to my friend's house who she had just spoken with on the phone. "Aunt Erinn's? We're not going to Aunt Erinn's today."
C: "No, not there. Ummm..."
Me: "Are you talking about Louisiana (from which we had just returned from visiting my dear friend and her family along with Aunt Erinn and Alyssa)? We're not going to Louisiana again for a while."
C: "No, I'm not talking about Weeziana. I'm talking about that place."
Me: "Tell Mommy what it looks like."
C: "I don't know. I haven't been there. It's kind of...umm...like the zoo."
Me: "Oh, the CIRCUS! We're going to the circus tomorrow after church." (I have no idea how she knows about the zoo... b/c we've never been.
L and C enjoyed "The Greatest Sh*w on Earth" yesterday. It was lots of fun for everyone. Although, the price gouging was absolutely ridiculous! $25 for a snow cone in a plastic cup! Are you kidding me? We spent $9 on popcorn and a diet coke for Z and the kiddos to split. And the babies were allowed to pick out a box of nerds at the gas station. We came home after church, ate, and threw the babes down for a quick nap. We woke them up around 2:15, got them dressed and put them in the car. L slept all the way there while C was thrilled to be on the way to "that place". We had parking passes for that came with the suite-seats we had, so Z dropped the kiddos and me off at the door. Off we went to find our seats. The show was just starting, so it was very dark. L was stressing a little b/c he couldn't see with everyone standing in the aisles trying to get seated. C was thrilled to see the flags and the elephants. We made it to our seats, Z joined and we enjoyed the show. I was kind of skeptical of how L would handle the smells, but he did pretty good. He held his nose through the elephants. Can't say that I blame him! We were about 4 rows back from the actual performances. He has such a sensitive nose.
C's favorite was the elephants and the dog show b/c it had poodles...her favorite "doggies." In fact, she calls her poodle web*kin Fifi La Poiux--have no idea how to spell that b/c I didn't take French--"Fifi La Few." Just after the 1st act ended, C told Z, "OK, Daddy. Let's get in the car and see the different circus now." Fortunately, her favorite parts came out in the second act and she remained entertained. Junk food always helps! :)
L's favorite was the canon and all the pretty ladies that were dancing and the tigers and the trapeze. Now he wants to have a circus football birthday party in our backyard..."you know, with REAL tigers and popcorn, Mommy! Won't that be a great plan?" Sounds great, buddy!
As a lead in to the circus discussion, here's a conversation I had with Miss C about the circus.
C: "Where are we going again, Mommy?"
Me: I had no idea what she was talking about, but I thought she was asking if we were going to my friend's house who she had just spoken with on the phone. "Aunt Erinn's? We're not going to Aunt Erinn's today."
C: "No, not there. Ummm..."
Me: "Are you talking about Louisiana (from which we had just returned from visiting my dear friend and her family along with Aunt Erinn and Alyssa)? We're not going to Louisiana again for a while."
C: "No, I'm not talking about Weeziana. I'm talking about that place."
Me: "Tell Mommy what it looks like."
C: "I don't know. I haven't been there. It's kind of...umm...like the zoo."
Me: "Oh, the CIRCUS! We're going to the circus tomorrow after church." (I have no idea how she knows about the zoo... b/c we've never been.
L and C enjoyed "The Greatest Sh*w on Earth" yesterday. It was lots of fun for everyone. Although, the price gouging was absolutely ridiculous! $25 for a snow cone in a plastic cup! Are you kidding me? We spent $9 on popcorn and a diet coke for Z and the kiddos to split. And the babies were allowed to pick out a box of nerds at the gas station. We came home after church, ate, and threw the babes down for a quick nap. We woke them up around 2:15, got them dressed and put them in the car. L slept all the way there while C was thrilled to be on the way to "that place". We had parking passes for that came with the suite-seats we had, so Z dropped the kiddos and me off at the door. Off we went to find our seats. The show was just starting, so it was very dark. L was stressing a little b/c he couldn't see with everyone standing in the aisles trying to get seated. C was thrilled to see the flags and the elephants. We made it to our seats, Z joined and we enjoyed the show. I was kind of skeptical of how L would handle the smells, but he did pretty good. He held his nose through the elephants. Can't say that I blame him! We were about 4 rows back from the actual performances. He has such a sensitive nose.
C's favorite was the elephants and the dog show b/c it had poodles...her favorite "doggies." In fact, she calls her poodle web*kin Fifi La Poiux--have no idea how to spell that b/c I didn't take French--"Fifi La Few." Just after the 1st act ended, C told Z, "OK, Daddy. Let's get in the car and see the different circus now." Fortunately, her favorite parts came out in the second act and she remained entertained. Junk food always helps! :)
L's favorite was the canon and all the pretty ladies that were dancing and the tigers and the trapeze. Now he wants to have a circus football birthday party in our backyard..."you know, with REAL tigers and popcorn, Mommy! Won't that be a great plan?" Sounds great, buddy!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
A Trip to the Dentist
We visited the dentist on Monday. It was C's first visit and L's second visit that he actually opened his mouth. (It took 3 tries to get a cooperative L. Fortunately our dentist is my college roommate's husband. Our kids are the same age and play together very often, so he is great with my kiddos.)
L went first, and did a phenomenal job! He was so precious. I took tons of pictures with my new digital SLR camera my hubby surprised me with. No cavities, but he like his Daddy, is a champion plaque maker...I gotta brush him 3 times a day to try to keep those cavities away (my idea, not suggested by the dentist)...luckily, he's my cooperative child.
C went next...after negotiating a toy trip to Wal*Mar*t, telling our hygienist, Pam, that she didn't need to turn Mr. Tickle (the spin brush) on. C just wanted her to put the "Sparklies" on her teeth without the spin brush. Also, C informed Pam that she would need to get her water from a cup not from the water squirter, and she wouldn't be holding Mr. Sippy (the suction straw) for her. She told Pam, "You just hold it youse-elf." Keep in mind that this child is NOT 3 years old yet!!! After all of her demands were addressed, C climbed in the chair and opened that mouth like a champ. No cavities for her, either! Yay, C!
Today was Pajama Day at school, so the kiddos were VERY excited. They had a great time. And, to show my support for all things educational, I put on my pjs when we arrived at home, too. Now they are sleeping soundly, and I'm off for some lunch...in the peace and quiet!
L went first, and did a phenomenal job! He was so precious. I took tons of pictures with my new digital SLR camera my hubby surprised me with. No cavities, but he like his Daddy, is a champion plaque maker...I gotta brush him 3 times a day to try to keep those cavities away (my idea, not suggested by the dentist)...luckily, he's my cooperative child.
C went next...after negotiating a toy trip to Wal*Mar*t, telling our hygienist, Pam, that she didn't need to turn Mr. Tickle (the spin brush) on. C just wanted her to put the "Sparklies" on her teeth without the spin brush. Also, C informed Pam that she would need to get her water from a cup not from the water squirter, and she wouldn't be holding Mr. Sippy (the suction straw) for her. She told Pam, "You just hold it youse-elf." Keep in mind that this child is NOT 3 years old yet!!! After all of her demands were addressed, C climbed in the chair and opened that mouth like a champ. No cavities for her, either! Yay, C!
Today was Pajama Day at school, so the kiddos were VERY excited. They had a great time. And, to show my support for all things educational, I put on my pjs when we arrived at home, too. Now they are sleeping soundly, and I'm off for some lunch...in the peace and quiet!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
A skwunk!
C has been playing with a tiny little skunk...that she calls a "skwunk." It's hard to keep a straight face...
She went to church today with her light-up necklace, plastic bracelets, rings and earrings...my girl likes a little bit of bling! She did, however, leave her "T-rare-ah" (tiara for those who aren't in the know) at home. I love that little girl!
L is on the cusp of being ready to blend sounds and start with sight words. I'm thrilled for him, and I'm really wanting to jump on his eagerness. I've gotta get it organized...I mean, I have everything I need to teach him to read down in our basement in boxes!! My goal...by the end of the week. He also learned to write those pesky lowercase "e"s correctly this week. Way to go big boy! That sweet boy has my heart!
She went to church today with her light-up necklace, plastic bracelets, rings and earrings...my girl likes a little bit of bling! She did, however, leave her "T-rare-ah" (tiara for those who aren't in the know) at home. I love that little girl!
L is on the cusp of being ready to blend sounds and start with sight words. I'm thrilled for him, and I'm really wanting to jump on his eagerness. I've gotta get it organized...I mean, I have everything I need to teach him to read down in our basement in boxes!! My goal...by the end of the week. He also learned to write those pesky lowercase "e"s correctly this week. Way to go big boy! That sweet boy has my heart!
Friday, January 18, 2008
Today
Today, I need to write down a few wonderful things I've overheard around the house from the babes. If I don't I'll forget them forever...
The scene: C throwing down a toy after being told no candy before supper.
Me: C, it is okay to be frustrated, but it is not okay to throw things. When you throw your toys it makes Mommy, Daddy and Jesus sad.
C: Jesus takes all de (the) fun away. Stomps off. I follow to put her in time out after getting control of my giggles.
C calls a night light a Goodnight Light.
L has begun writing some numbers. Yay, Ms. Judy! I can't get the child to write anything for me...thank God for truly loving preschool teachers. I guess homeschooling for he and I would be difficult.
I also have pretty much confirmed that we are going to send L to his same preschool for kindergarten next year. It's half-day, the teacher is phenomenal, the classes are small, and I taught a few children coming out of her class into public school 1st grade and they were on target if not ahead. L has a spring birthday, but I still feel like he's ready for kindergarten next year. Since I used to teach at our home school district...where he'll attend 1st-5th and I even taught kindergarten there with one of the teachers, I know the ropes. I also know that one of the teachers there is just not very nice to her students (from experience teaching with her). My husband says we women are mean to each other, gossipy, etc. However, two of my very trusted sources (fair, unbiased, and most importantly Christian women whom I have NEVER known to gossip, and in fact have reprimanded groups of women for doing so), have urged me not to send my big boy to K while she's still teaching there. I have thought about one of the other teachers, who are good teachers, but the fact that the K classes interact sooo much would just put my L in harms way...thus preventing that option. First grade is soon enough for all day, anyway!
In other news, I have been running still...run/walking...but still working up to more running than walking soon. At least 3 mornings, mostly 4-5 each week. Yay! I'm hoping to run in a 5k in March.
It snowed here two days ago...not much, just flurries and sleet. I woke up C and L from their naps to show them. We went out on the deck and played. Then when hubby came home, he and L played football, Greenbay Packer style. C and I were the cheerleaders outside. L kept saying, "This is our first snow (even though we had snow flurries and even snow that stuck when he was a baby and a two year old and C was about 8 months)!" A great memory was made on Wednesday.
Thats all for now...
The scene: C throwing down a toy after being told no candy before supper.
Me: C, it is okay to be frustrated, but it is not okay to throw things. When you throw your toys it makes Mommy, Daddy and Jesus sad.
C: Jesus takes all de (the) fun away. Stomps off. I follow to put her in time out after getting control of my giggles.
C calls a night light a Goodnight Light.
L has begun writing some numbers. Yay, Ms. Judy! I can't get the child to write anything for me...thank God for truly loving preschool teachers. I guess homeschooling for he and I would be difficult.
I also have pretty much confirmed that we are going to send L to his same preschool for kindergarten next year. It's half-day, the teacher is phenomenal, the classes are small, and I taught a few children coming out of her class into public school 1st grade and they were on target if not ahead. L has a spring birthday, but I still feel like he's ready for kindergarten next year. Since I used to teach at our home school district...where he'll attend 1st-5th and I even taught kindergarten there with one of the teachers, I know the ropes. I also know that one of the teachers there is just not very nice to her students (from experience teaching with her). My husband says we women are mean to each other, gossipy, etc. However, two of my very trusted sources (fair, unbiased, and most importantly Christian women whom I have NEVER known to gossip, and in fact have reprimanded groups of women for doing so), have urged me not to send my big boy to K while she's still teaching there. I have thought about one of the other teachers, who are good teachers, but the fact that the K classes interact sooo much would just put my L in harms way...thus preventing that option. First grade is soon enough for all day, anyway!
In other news, I have been running still...run/walking...but still working up to more running than walking soon. At least 3 mornings, mostly 4-5 each week. Yay! I'm hoping to run in a 5k in March.
It snowed here two days ago...not much, just flurries and sleet. I woke up C and L from their naps to show them. We went out on the deck and played. Then when hubby came home, he and L played football, Greenbay Packer style. C and I were the cheerleaders outside. L kept saying, "This is our first snow (even though we had snow flurries and even snow that stuck when he was a baby and a two year old and C was about 8 months)!" A great memory was made on Wednesday.
Thats all for now...
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Time marches on...
Happy 2008!
I can't believe a new year is upon us already. 2008 is the year that my firstborn will begin kindergarten. 2008 is when I lose my toddler to a preschooler...a 3 year-old! 2008 is when I turn 31... 2008 is the year I run in my first race...I know, I can't believe that one either. 2008 is going to be big for a lot of reasons. Another event I hope happens is becoming pregnant with my 3rd and final child...so, hopefully my husband will be convinced or his heart will change to want baby no. 3 in 2008. (Know that I would never be deceptive or try to trick him with a pregnancy. Can't even imagine how damaging that would be to a marriage! It's really up to God as we've taken this issue to Him to resolve by changing our hearts to be in alignment on the issue.)
We enjoyed a spectacular Christmas, complete with L having his first Lord's Supper on Christmas Eve since he prayed to ask Christ to be the Lord of his life just before Thanksgiving. (Have I blogged about that already?) Both the children seem to "get" that Christmas is about Christ's birth...and they certainly enjoyed the amount of loot they received. So many toys to find new homes for...the mantra of every mommy this time of year.
We've celebrated 3 birthdays at our home this season (my mother-in-law, my husband and my sister-in-law), one at a local restaurant (Grandpop)...and one more to go (although not at our home, my nephew will be 2 on Friday!) I'm pooped from hosting and hosting and hosting, Christmas events, traveling, etc. Routine that will begin tomorrow will be welcome...although a little bittersweet, as it's one more Christmas that has gone by with my babies growing up so fast.
Some bullets about funny things:
I can't believe a new year is upon us already. 2008 is the year that my firstborn will begin kindergarten. 2008 is when I lose my toddler to a preschooler...a 3 year-old! 2008 is when I turn 31... 2008 is the year I run in my first race...I know, I can't believe that one either. 2008 is going to be big for a lot of reasons. Another event I hope happens is becoming pregnant with my 3rd and final child...so, hopefully my husband will be convinced or his heart will change to want baby no. 3 in 2008. (Know that I would never be deceptive or try to trick him with a pregnancy. Can't even imagine how damaging that would be to a marriage! It's really up to God as we've taken this issue to Him to resolve by changing our hearts to be in alignment on the issue.)
We enjoyed a spectacular Christmas, complete with L having his first Lord's Supper on Christmas Eve since he prayed to ask Christ to be the Lord of his life just before Thanksgiving. (Have I blogged about that already?) Both the children seem to "get" that Christmas is about Christ's birth...and they certainly enjoyed the amount of loot they received. So many toys to find new homes for...the mantra of every mommy this time of year.
We've celebrated 3 birthdays at our home this season (my mother-in-law, my husband and my sister-in-law), one at a local restaurant (Grandpop)...and one more to go (although not at our home, my nephew will be 2 on Friday!) I'm pooped from hosting and hosting and hosting, Christmas events, traveling, etc. Routine that will begin tomorrow will be welcome...although a little bittersweet, as it's one more Christmas that has gone by with my babies growing up so fast.
Some bullets about funny things:
- While correcting C about something, I recently told her, "C, Jesus doesn't like it when you do that." She shrugged and told me, "That's Ok, Mommy. I don't like him very much either." A comment to which L responded in fear, "Oh, no Mommy! She's going to be one of the bad guys that doesn't have Jesus in her heart. She needs us to pray for her. Mommy, this is serious." Oh...who to help first! :)
- After opening each gift she received on Christmas morning, C would run over to L and say, "Oh, boy, L! Look what Santa brought for us to play with!!!" Precious.
- L is constantly growing and changing...I see that kindergartener emerging. I'm trying to commit to time each day to help his academics progress. I see that I'm going to need to be really prepared schedule-wise for afternoons so I can devote time to them.
- I loved frying Z's taco's for his birthday. The torch was passed from his mom this year, for various reasons, and I was so pleased to do that for him!
- We survived the holiday season with our family (his parents) in a marrital crisis...separation. Prayers are going up on their behalf.
- Our lakehouse is up for sale as we are committing to ourselves and our family to become debt free in 8-10 years...(then buy another property...outright!). Prayers for a quick sale...
- L says, "soonly" instead of "soon".
- C and L will be signing up for pre-t and t-ball this year! Yay for them! I'm also looking to sign C up for dance somewhere...fun!
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