December 20, 2011
Yes, it was new for me too.
December 9, 2011
Then we went downstairs to wait for Josiah and Nathan's dismissal. When Nathan joined us Noah proclaimed, "I bought you a gift, Nathan!" Of course, Nathan asked, "What is it?" I told him, "He isn't going to tell you." at the exact moment Noah blurted, "BUBBLES!"
Surprise. You still have to wait 'til Christmas, Kid.
December 8, 2011
Our Christmas tree went up in stages this week.
First, John brought the tree out of the basement and put it together. He also brought down the boxes of ornaments. (Yes, down. We don't store the tree and the ornaments together. *rolls eyes* That might make too much sense. Actually there is a very logical explanation for this. I think.)
Secondly, (or is that thirdly or fourthly if I count all the steps John did and whether I give him credit for two steps with both the carrying up and the putting together?) I "fluffed" the tree, you know, put the branches in the proper positions to look like a real tree but without the weathered imperfections. And I strung the lights. All the while Noah, the youngest little gentlemen, was telling me not to forget about the tree. (What can I say? I'm a multitasker and he was getting a bit worried that I wouldn't finish in time.) After the lights came the angel and ribbons. What? Ornaments? No, that would be the next step undertaken by the boys.
Sixthly, (That's giving myself credit for the entailed tasks within my step, of course.) the boys adorned the tree with ornaments. Red, gold, old and new, store-bought and homemade, they all went on the tree. I thought there may be clusters of ornaments but Josiah actually directed them to spread things out. And they did it! They did a fabulous job on the bottom 2/3 of the tree.
P.S. Nathan later led the mission to cover the treetop by throwing little red and gold bows as high as he and Noah could so that they would land in the tree. I left them where they stuck. For now.
December 7, 2011
Well maybe not. They might as well go to sleep. They just look like they're sleeping and well you might just be right if you look close enough you can see it better.
Now that is what i want to look like when I grow up.
Ah,ah a pirate he's trying to steal the treasure and he was soon caught.
Soon his death came and it went well but not for him though.
And doggy's dream came true to some day blow off some pirate's cap. And doggy for some reason just yelled, "Kiss your butt good by!!!!!!!!!!"
Today's story was courtesy of my 8 year old son, Josiah. He set the scenes, took the pictures, and wrote the accompanying story. (I did a bit of grammar editing to separate some run-on sentences. Next time I'll leave it as is.)
November 3, 2011
The major undertaking was the boys' playroom. Things were all jumbled together in the big bins, miscellaneous papers were mixed into the chaos, and a play table that no one used anymore took up a big portion of play area. And so the sorting and cleaning began.
First of all, I banned the children from the room. (Very important step) Then I made a bigger mess by dumping out the bins. (One by one, of course, I'm not crazy!) And I methodically made my way through the mess. Legos here, lightbrite pegs there, K'nex here, Erector there, Mr. Potato Head .... you get the picture. I had to force myself into evaluating the papers and I got rid of most of them, keeping only the most memorable for myself or the respective boy who created it. (That one was a tough one. There is a major guilt trip put on moms to save every piece of "art" created. I don't know who is responsible for the guilt but it's there! Okay? Okay.)
Nona purchased several shoebox size plastic containers for us which worked wonderfully for organizing games, building sets, and more. Thank you, Nona! John built the shelf for us. The plan is to add another shelf soon but the one shelf is doing the job fabulously for now. Thank you to you too, John.
At the end of the day, that's Day FIVE, all was organized and cleaned for the grand reopening. I'm so glad it's done! It's so worth not having to cringe as I walk by the playroom and the boys are loving being able to easily find the toy they want.
Now the rest of the house has been/is being gradually Autumn Cleaned too but that's nothing compared to the playroom. *satisfied smile*
P.S. Did I mention I threw away multiple rocks? Yeah, I don't know who was sneaking those things in there.
September 5, 2011
First: Learn to count higher, much higher. In my experience, this ain't no 1,2,3.
Second: Teach your child to change their own diaper. Yeah, they don't like it either.
Third: Encourage your child to always seek out your spouse for the needed diaper/pull up change. If this doesn't help enlist your spouse's potty training assistance at least it will spare you some diaper changes.
Fourthly: Don't give up. It will happen eventually.
Fifthly: Try bribery. Chocolate and stickers can work wonders.
Sixthly: If your child has successes after coming home from someone's house, send them back there often.
Seventhly: Don't give up. I know that was number 4 but sometimes you need a reminder.
Congratulations, Noah, on your achievement!
June 23, 2011
June 21, 2011
I have a dislike of untying and putting laced sneakers on my kids. If they can do it themselves, fine. If not, please put on an easier shoe. Thank you.
Once upon a time this morning Noah wanted to put on shoes. For some reason he went outside without anything on his feet.
I am secretly delighted.
When I went outside to check on all the gentlemen Noah asked me if I would find some socks for him. Pointing at his feet, I replied, "Don't you like having bare feet? See? Just like me."
"I don't have bear feet!! I don't want bear feet! YOU have bear feet! You do!"
I think I've just been insulted. But it sure was funny.
May 29, 2011
It seems like I should be a natural "green thumb" since I have generations of farmers in my family tree but, obviously, it's a learned skill instead of an inherited one.
Nevertheless each spring I attempt to make a pretty spot in front of my house. If I don't (and I haven't in times past) I look at those "flower beds" in dismay all summer.
Today was that day. The day of gathering the tools. The day of wishing I knew where my garden gloves are hiding. The day of being cheered on by Noah, "Yes! Let's do it! Let's do this!" The day Nathan looked forward to me working in the garden so he could play my new video game. The day of being motivated by Josiah who had already started doing his own unapproved digging. (He had good intentions and he loves dirt.) Today: we tackled the garden.
This. This is my garden.
Oh, okay. This is OUR garden. Thanks, Gentlemen, for all your help and/or enthusiasm.
May 22, 2011
April 26, 2011
April 22, 2011
That said, beware these kind of "clearance" signs.
Do you see what I see? CLEARANCE: You could have paid this, but we now we want MORE.
March 14, 2011
John, that safety first guy, pulled the plug on our faithful kitchen assistant. He even put it out to the street. Alone. Rejected. Forlorn.
That was right before this happened!
Just kidding. Did you fall for that? Heh heh heh.
Rest in peace, dear Microwave.
Yeah, that's not him either. I don't usually take pictures of my appliances. Maybe I should... just in case.
Now I'm actually going to have to plan ahead and thaw meat early for our dinners. *sigh*
March 4, 2011
Psh. And to think I had been embarrassed that he was doing his little squeak thing (which he does when he's a little nervous) instead of answering the nurses when they talked to him. Even that didn't last since he did warm up and start talking before the surgery.
What can I say? It seems my kids are perfect little patients! May they never have to be so again. A patient that is. They can keep on being perfect please. And maybe spread the perfection to other areas that need a bit of help? *sigh*
Noah was on his feet so much yesterday that I was practically begging him to sit on the couch and put his feet up for a bit so I didn't have to hurt for him. (Yes, I was having sympathy pains for him.) Apparently three seconds flat is all the time necessary for his feet to rest and recharge.
What can I say? Noah is a tough little guy.
March 2, 2011
Basically, his toes are wound too tight. His toes are curled under and the others are taking advantage of their newfound room to move. (I blame John. I mean my toes are perfectly normal. And maybe his are too but this has never happened in my family before. So. It's all John's fault. heh heh heh. Since I don't let him post on here, he can't defend himself.)
It is imperative that Noah not eat any solid food this morning. IMPERATIVE. Or very important. This. is a challenge. He's a food snitch. He's very innovative about how he finds and reaches food. Let's just say he's not afraid of heights in this quest for the munchies.
What was I getting to? Oh. Right.
We're keeping close tabs on Noah ... or being vigilant food guards, if you will. As I'm stalling him from going downstairs without me, he starts to notice the clothes I have on my chair. After looking at my sweat pants and feeling a sweater, he picks up one of my bras and asks, "Whaaaat's thiiis?" "It's for me to wear.", I tell him. "Wheeeere? On your buuuutt?"
Is hysterical laughter an answer?
*This particular butt holder can be purchased at Walmart. Tell them Noah sent you.
February 28, 2011
During the early drive to Nathan's Pre-K, I pointed out the (I thought obvious) fog to Nathan and Noah. "Wow. Look at all the fog."
Noah squeaks, "Where?"
"There. All around. The clouds are sitting down real low."
"I don't see it!", chirps Noah.
"Yes, you do! It's all around." I try to clarify: "It looks kind of like smoke."
Nathan adds his two cents. "I think it IS smoke."
"No, it's not smoke; it's just the clouds have come down low."
After a moment of consideration Nathan shares his theory: "I think they are maybe making this a spooky road."
Those dang road crews! Always up to something.
"It's not spooky. It's just clouds."
As Noah continues to search for the fog, Nathan does his brotherly duty and teaches him all about how "froggy" the low clouds made the road.
"Fog. It's foggy, not froggy." (At least I didn't see any frogs.)
Who knew a seemingly quick observation would brighten my day with their fun curiosity and imaginations?
February 12, 2011
No, not the holiday season. *shakes head sadly* The bug, germ, sickness, fever, cough-your-head-off season.
We don't make a practice of participating in these "festivities" but this week the boys went all out.
It all began (or reared its ugly head) Thursday afternoon when I naively rejoiced to hear the words, "Mommy, I want to take a nap." out of not one but two of my fine young gentlemen. Seemingly, out of nowhere, there were fevers and coughs and lethargy and snotty noses. 102.8 degrees is not something you want to feel on your little one's forehead.
(Even our dog got caught up in the spirit of things and had a double ear infection.)
Nathan felt so poorly that I suggested he wear a pull-up. He even felt so poorly that he agreed to that idea. Who wants to have to make that trip to the bathroom when you don't even want to make any unnecessary move?
And so continued the next day.
But. This morning. Upon getting up to check on the boys. Nathan is awake AND up. He greets me with a sing-songy "Mommy! I'm wearing underwear because I'm going to go potty on the toilet!"
O Happy Day!