Sunday, we were trying to get out the door for church. I was finishing up a few things in the house and I told the boys to go outside and get in the van. Matt and I walked out and as I would have expected, the kids were not in the van. They had found a large patch of ice and were skating around on it.
As Sundays seem to go, I was not in the mood for disobedience, I shouted for the boys and it sounded something like this: "Get in the GARAGE right now". Only I didn't hear that. I heard, in my head, "Get in the van". The boys stopped, looked at me, and then resumed their ice examiniation.
I of course was furious and yelled: "Get in the house....I mean...van...right now". They loaded in the van. Meanwhile, Matt is standing outside the van door, laughing hysterically. I was not laughing, until he told me what I said.
He informed me that I told the kids to get in the garage...no wonder they didn't listen to that one. Somedays, I'm not so sure I'm not loosing my mind!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Not so Fast
Every Friday, I go to the boys school and help. We spend most of our time in M's classroom. Since he's in Kindergarten, it's more O friendly and his teacher doesn't mind if I bring him. We have been doing this, every Friday, since the beginning of the year. O has, on a few occassions stayed with my mom, but for the most part always comes with me. He's like the little class mascot. All the kids love him and M's teacher is super good with O and really patient. She lets him join in the circle time if he wants and most nothing in her classroom is off limits for him.
Honestly, O kind of has the run of the school. Mrs. S., M's para, has snacks for O when he wants them, he once fell asleep under a table in the office copy room, and just this week, I couldnt' find O for a second, and found him in the hallway being pushed up and down the corridor by the schools principal, Mr. C!
This Friday, O was searching frantically for his "train pack". I helped him find his train backpack and he packed a few trains and then instructed me that he needed a drink and a snack to put in their. I put them in, he put his coat on and then wanted to carry it on his back like his brothers.
We got to school and went about our morning routine. O even made the penguin craft I was making with the kids. He will be a pro a the whole kindergarten thing when it's his turn...well, hopefully anyway!
The kids were talking about lunch and O told me he wanted to but pizza in the lunch room with his brothers and he informed me that he would be staying at school. My heart sank. I am SO not ready for another one to go to school! It's hard enough having the older two away from me all day long. I like having my little buddy with me during the day. He's good company and gives me someone to talk too...or at least talk at.
The good news is, when I said it was time to go, O was more than happy to grab his pack, wave bye to his brothers and follow me out the door! Thankfully, he still has two years until he starts school!
Honestly, O kind of has the run of the school. Mrs. S., M's para, has snacks for O when he wants them, he once fell asleep under a table in the office copy room, and just this week, I couldnt' find O for a second, and found him in the hallway being pushed up and down the corridor by the schools principal, Mr. C!
This Friday, O was searching frantically for his "train pack". I helped him find his train backpack and he packed a few trains and then instructed me that he needed a drink and a snack to put in their. I put them in, he put his coat on and then wanted to carry it on his back like his brothers.
We got to school and went about our morning routine. O even made the penguin craft I was making with the kids. He will be a pro a the whole kindergarten thing when it's his turn...well, hopefully anyway!
The kids were talking about lunch and O told me he wanted to but pizza in the lunch room with his brothers and he informed me that he would be staying at school. My heart sank. I am SO not ready for another one to go to school! It's hard enough having the older two away from me all day long. I like having my little buddy with me during the day. He's good company and gives me someone to talk too...or at least talk at.
The good news is, when I said it was time to go, O was more than happy to grab his pack, wave bye to his brothers and follow me out the door! Thankfully, he still has two years until he starts school!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
JDRF Walk
In October, we participated in the JDRF Walk for a Cure. M was REALLY excited that have a special day for kids with diabetes! We simply walked this year and checked out the "festivites". We plan to fundraise this year.
M was diagnosed with diabetes 3 years ago with Type 1 diabetes. His diagnosis came as a total shock to us. There is no family history of diabetes. We pray daily for God's healing for M and others with diabetes, but also think it's important to actively participate in helping find a cure.
M was diagnosed with diabetes 3 years ago with Type 1 diabetes. His diagnosis came as a total shock to us. There is no family history of diabetes. We pray daily for God's healing for M and others with diabetes, but also think it's important to actively participate in helping find a cure.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Ballet Lessons
I saw a ballet for the first time on Saturday night. My MIL bought tickets for my sister in law, my niece Gillian, and myself. It was a surprise Christmas gift for all the girlies in the family! Since we are sorely outnumbered by boys...11 to 4...she thought it would be a nice thing for us to do.
We decided to make a night of it and went to a yummy dinner at Johnny Carino's before the show began. Their Cesar salad was delicious and I have a great pasta dish for dinner with sundried tomatoes, shrimp and chicks...mmmmm!
This post isn't about my dinner, as delicious as it was, so I will continue!
I learned a few things about ballets. They are as follows:
First and foremost, something MUST be done about MALE ballet attire. Not the males in attendance, but the dancers. There pants were quite visually insulting. I thought, at one point, poking my eyes out would be better than watching them dance in their spandex tights.
One would think...just don't look there. It's a ballet folks. The point is to watch them jump and twirls and leap and squat and bend and jump some more (all while wearing bright white spandex tights), all of these things are done with LEGS, which are attatched to...well you know.
A simple costume adjustment would fix this problem...a simple "flap" in the front would be better than nothing. The chronic "wedgie" they had from the tights was at least bearable...but the front...not so much.
On a postive note, the ladies costumes were gorgeous. We saw Swan Lake and I found the Swan costumes stunning, especially the black ones they wore. The were unbelievably gorgous and glittery. It was exactly what I thought they would look like...the ones I saw as a little girl...the ones I would have died to wear. Now people would die if they saw me in one.
Some ballerinas are HORRIBLY thin.
Ballet dancers have HUGE leg muscles...even the skinny ones. They are all muscle.
I'm not sure how the girls stand on their toes like that. I know I've read/heard that their feet can become horribly disfigured after years of dancing...I can believe that.
Watching a ballet on tv is NOTHING like seeing on in person. It doesn't compare.
After the first 3 acts I was kind of done with the whole thing. I found the last dance wonderful though!
The whole story of Swan Lake was difficult for me to grasp for some reason. It was hard for me to envision the prince dancing in the palace with a swan and the queen just being ok with it all...I know it's a fairy tale!
I know why I am a "boy mom". At several points during the ballet, I actually found myself grinning at the thought of some of the dancers leaping in the air and then bouncing off of each other! Only a boy mom would think of things like that.
I feel it needs mention again...the male dancers looked extremely inappropriate...there has to be a better alternative for them.
We decided to make a night of it and went to a yummy dinner at Johnny Carino's before the show began. Their Cesar salad was delicious and I have a great pasta dish for dinner with sundried tomatoes, shrimp and chicks...mmmmm!
This post isn't about my dinner, as delicious as it was, so I will continue!
I learned a few things about ballets. They are as follows:
First and foremost, something MUST be done about MALE ballet attire. Not the males in attendance, but the dancers. There pants were quite visually insulting. I thought, at one point, poking my eyes out would be better than watching them dance in their spandex tights.
One would think...just don't look there. It's a ballet folks. The point is to watch them jump and twirls and leap and squat and bend and jump some more (all while wearing bright white spandex tights), all of these things are done with LEGS, which are attatched to...well you know.
A simple costume adjustment would fix this problem...a simple "flap" in the front would be better than nothing. The chronic "wedgie" they had from the tights was at least bearable...but the front...not so much.
On a postive note, the ladies costumes were gorgeous. We saw Swan Lake and I found the Swan costumes stunning, especially the black ones they wore. The were unbelievably gorgous and glittery. It was exactly what I thought they would look like...the ones I saw as a little girl...the ones I would have died to wear. Now people would die if they saw me in one.
Some ballerinas are HORRIBLY thin.
Ballet dancers have HUGE leg muscles...even the skinny ones. They are all muscle.
I'm not sure how the girls stand on their toes like that. I know I've read/heard that their feet can become horribly disfigured after years of dancing...I can believe that.
Watching a ballet on tv is NOTHING like seeing on in person. It doesn't compare.
After the first 3 acts I was kind of done with the whole thing. I found the last dance wonderful though!
The whole story of Swan Lake was difficult for me to grasp for some reason. It was hard for me to envision the prince dancing in the palace with a swan and the queen just being ok with it all...I know it's a fairy tale!
I know why I am a "boy mom". At several points during the ballet, I actually found myself grinning at the thought of some of the dancers leaping in the air and then bouncing off of each other! Only a boy mom would think of things like that.
I feel it needs mention again...the male dancers looked extremely inappropriate...there has to be a better alternative for them.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Bad Dreams
M woke up the other day and came into bed with us...as do all the boys. We aren't those parents who are up, dressed, coffee in hand when our kids wake up. They are, our alarm clock!
He told me he had a bad dream. I told him he was fine and then fell back asleep...as I normally do. Matt is a champ and always gets up with the kids...even if it is a bit begrudgingly at times.
Matt told me later that M had a bad dream and that S had encouraged him. It took me a minute to stop laughing about the "bad" dream and then I was proud of sweet S and his kind heart!
M had a dream that all his friends had super powers and he didn't...I guess for a 6 year old boy, that is a BAD dream.
S told him that he was special just the way he was and that he didn't need super powers. He told him that we'd love him no matter what!
Such sweet brothers...at least for that moment. I'm quite sure a few minutes later they were fighting about something!
He told me he had a bad dream. I told him he was fine and then fell back asleep...as I normally do. Matt is a champ and always gets up with the kids...even if it is a bit begrudgingly at times.
Matt told me later that M had a bad dream and that S had encouraged him. It took me a minute to stop laughing about the "bad" dream and then I was proud of sweet S and his kind heart!
M had a dream that all his friends had super powers and he didn't...I guess for a 6 year old boy, that is a BAD dream.
S told him that he was special just the way he was and that he didn't need super powers. He told him that we'd love him no matter what!
Such sweet brothers...at least for that moment. I'm quite sure a few minutes later they were fighting about something!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Hear
I love to hear:
My oldest son pray. He prays deep and meaningful prayers. Prayers that I'm certain please the Lord! He's such a special boy.
My youngest son belly laughing. He's really come into his own and has developed quite the sense of humor!
My children talk to each other. We have overheard many interesting conversations between the boys!
My boys encouraging each other. Despite their tempers, tantrums and tattling, there are moments of encouragement and love between the boys. I cherish these moments!
My husband pray with our boys. He prays with them each night before bed and they WILL NOT let him forget. I love what he is teaching our children.
My husband teaching. He makes me so proud. He loves doing so and the Lord has given him a great gift.
The sound of rain...as long as I'm inside.
Crunching snow...such a cool sound!
My oldest son pray. He prays deep and meaningful prayers. Prayers that I'm certain please the Lord! He's such a special boy.
My youngest son belly laughing. He's really come into his own and has developed quite the sense of humor!
My children talk to each other. We have overheard many interesting conversations between the boys!
My boys encouraging each other. Despite their tempers, tantrums and tattling, there are moments of encouragement and love between the boys. I cherish these moments!
My husband pray with our boys. He prays with them each night before bed and they WILL NOT let him forget. I love what he is teaching our children.
My husband teaching. He makes me so proud. He loves doing so and the Lord has given him a great gift.
The sound of rain...as long as I'm inside.
Crunching snow...such a cool sound!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Where Babies Come From....just in case you wondered
M and I had a chance to talk the other day. Somehow, in a rare moments, just the two of us were riding in the van together. We got on the topic of getting married and having babies. I decided to ask M some questions...seeing as he's only SIX, I wasn't sure of the answers that I would get. I was shocked at how certain he was of each answer! He's such a smart boy! Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Do you want to get married when you grow up?
M: YEAH! I want to have a wife...this is the part where I told him he had to have a job before he could get married...just thought I'd start drilling that in him now.
Me: Do you want to have kids when you grow up too?
M: Yes! I want to be a daddy when I get bigger!
Me: How many kids do you want to have?
M: I think 3, just like we have at our house.
Me: Do you want boy babies or girl babies?
M: I think I'd like some of each.
We are silent for a minute. Somehow, we go off topic and talk about mistletoe for a minute....
M: Mom, where do babies come from...
Me...uh...well...ummmm...When a mommy and a daddy get married, Jesus puts them in her belly. This answer worked for the older one...hopefully, it will work now (fingers crossed tightly)!
M: No, I mean HOW does Jesus get them there?
Me: I stammer all over myself, mentally debating on whether or not I should have this "talk" right now. I decide no...and answer like this: When a mommy and daddy are married and love each other, they do stuff alone together..
M: What kind of stuff?
Me: Sheeshh....Just stuff, by themselves.
M: I KNOW!!! Like when you and daddy go shopping together and stuff like that!
Me: YES!!!
**I do realize that M may never step foot in a store with his girlfriend for fear of pregnancy...but that's ok!
We now go on to have a brief conversation about a car that looks like the Transformer Bumblebee.
M: How do the babies get food in the mommy's belly?
Me: Through their belly button
M: Are you serious mom?
Me: Yes, it's called an umbilical cord.
M: That's just RIDICULOUS!!
Me: Do you want to grow a baby in your belly M?
M: NO WAY!! I'm glad it's just the mommy's who do that!!
Smart boy huh!!
Me: Do you want to get married when you grow up?
M: YEAH! I want to have a wife...this is the part where I told him he had to have a job before he could get married...just thought I'd start drilling that in him now.
Me: Do you want to have kids when you grow up too?
M: Yes! I want to be a daddy when I get bigger!
Me: How many kids do you want to have?
M: I think 3, just like we have at our house.
Me: Do you want boy babies or girl babies?
M: I think I'd like some of each.
We are silent for a minute. Somehow, we go off topic and talk about mistletoe for a minute....
M: Mom, where do babies come from...
Me...uh...well...ummmm...When a mommy and a daddy get married, Jesus puts them in her belly. This answer worked for the older one...hopefully, it will work now (fingers crossed tightly)!
M: No, I mean HOW does Jesus get them there?
Me: I stammer all over myself, mentally debating on whether or not I should have this "talk" right now. I decide no...and answer like this: When a mommy and daddy are married and love each other, they do stuff alone together..
M: What kind of stuff?
Me: Sheeshh....Just stuff, by themselves.
M: I KNOW!!! Like when you and daddy go shopping together and stuff like that!
Me: YES!!!
**I do realize that M may never step foot in a store with his girlfriend for fear of pregnancy...but that's ok!
We now go on to have a brief conversation about a car that looks like the Transformer Bumblebee.
M: How do the babies get food in the mommy's belly?
Me: Through their belly button
M: Are you serious mom?
Me: Yes, it's called an umbilical cord.
M: That's just RIDICULOUS!!
Me: Do you want to grow a baby in your belly M?
M: NO WAY!! I'm glad it's just the mommy's who do that!!
Smart boy huh!!
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