We have had some good accomplishments in our family so we have been celebrating. Emma actually said her part in the primary program. This is a big deal! In the past she has been too scared but she was brave and did it this year.
Also Emma was chosen as the kindness kid from her class in kindergarten in September. Also, John is starting to show some interest in learning to read. We are talking interest - a long way off from reading.
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Sick - Part II
Emma had diarrhea on Tuesday. She cried when she couldn't go to school. I was the meanest mom ever. Never mind that the school is the one that made the rule that you can't go to school when you have diarrhea. My sister Mary was referring to diarrhea as cancer given John's previous comments. I was at a baby shower and a two year old wandered off with my cell phone unbeknownst to me. When The mom handed me back my phone, I looked at it and Mary had sent me a text message that said, "Has Emma recovered from cancer yet?" The mom didn't comment on it.... I don't know if she saw the text or not but I was giggling over it.
Friday, October 16, 2015
Sick
John has been sick for the past couple of days. This is about as sick as he has ever been. Normally the only way I know he is sick is because he has a measurable fever. He just keeps on running around and is generally happy through being sick. These past couple days have been different. He has been laying around and we have read books for hours on end. He has had diarrhea and it is the worst case my kids have had post potty training. He has really taken it in the shorts. At one point he turned to me and said, "It is hard to open a door when you have cancer." He said it in a way to imply he has cancer. I explained that he doesn't have cancer and has diarrhea. Later that night he said, "It is no fun to have cancer." In case you are wondering what he knows about cancer, well, apparently not much. Josh, my nephew, told Aunt Mary she would get cancer from drinking artificially sweetened sodas. John caught on to that.
As a result of a hurting bottom, John has been sporting desitin a lot these couple of days. He said it tickles his bum when I put it on. Awesome! So the last time I took him potty today he saw me grab the desitin and said, "Yeah! Tickle time!" No words for that...
As a result of a hurting bottom, John has been sporting desitin a lot these couple of days. He said it tickles his bum when I put it on. Awesome! So the last time I took him potty today he saw me grab the desitin and said, "Yeah! Tickle time!" No words for that...
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Dates
Aaron and I decided to take the kids on dates this weekend. Aaron took one for a walk in the forest and I took the other for ice cream and then we swapped kids.
John picked out red Italian ice (which amounts to a fancy name and flavors for a slurppie) because of the color and not so much for the flavor (cherry). At one point there was an actual piece of cherry in his mouth and he didn't like it. It was maraschino cherries. Emma found out what flavor John got and wanted the same flavor as well. It cracked me up that they wanted a flavor for something other than the flavor.
Emma and I watched a couple of bees eat melted Italian ice and we named one Fred and the other Freddy. We pretended that they belonged to our friend's hive. We talked about how isn't it nice that our bum doesn't move when we eat and that our bum doesn't get in our food when we eat. It was totally appropriate conversation!
I asked John what was his favorite thing to do with Mom or Dad. He was upset that I hadn't also included Emma in that question so I rephrased the question, "what is your favorite thing to do with Mom, or Dad, or Emma?" He replied, "get ice cream!" I don't know how often he and Emma go get ice cream together.
Both of them got to see bunny rabbits on their walk with Aaron. Emma reported that she saw horse guano, which she explained to me means "poop." Emma also told me that there was wood chips in the guano. They saw a dry river bed. That was everything according to Emma. John also saw the horse guano. John saw a bunny and explained to me that he and the bunny were strangers.
John picked out red Italian ice (which amounts to a fancy name and flavors for a slurppie) because of the color and not so much for the flavor (cherry). At one point there was an actual piece of cherry in his mouth and he didn't like it. It was maraschino cherries. Emma found out what flavor John got and wanted the same flavor as well. It cracked me up that they wanted a flavor for something other than the flavor.
Emma and I watched a couple of bees eat melted Italian ice and we named one Fred and the other Freddy. We pretended that they belonged to our friend's hive. We talked about how isn't it nice that our bum doesn't move when we eat and that our bum doesn't get in our food when we eat. It was totally appropriate conversation!
I asked John what was his favorite thing to do with Mom or Dad. He was upset that I hadn't also included Emma in that question so I rephrased the question, "what is your favorite thing to do with Mom, or Dad, or Emma?" He replied, "get ice cream!" I don't know how often he and Emma go get ice cream together.
Both of them got to see bunny rabbits on their walk with Aaron. Emma reported that she saw horse guano, which she explained to me means "poop." Emma also told me that there was wood chips in the guano. They saw a dry river bed. That was everything according to Emma. John also saw the horse guano. John saw a bunny and explained to me that he and the bunny were strangers.
Cockroaches
I was putting John to bed and he requested a story about cockroaches. So I started to tell a story:
Once upon a time there was a Daddy cockroach, a Mommy cockroach, a big brother cockroach, a little brother cockroach, and a baby sister cockroach.
At this point, John stopped me and wanted to add in his own part to the story:
And a cousin cockroach and a Jesus cockroach!!!
He was so proud that he had included Jesus into our story. I wasn't sure what to do because I didn't want to squash his idea but I also didn't want to make Jesus into a cockroach. So I went with squashing and said that "Jesus is just Jesus, he isn't a cockroach." I am glad the Heavens have a sense of humor.
Once upon a time there was a Daddy cockroach, a Mommy cockroach, a big brother cockroach, a little brother cockroach, and a baby sister cockroach.
At this point, John stopped me and wanted to add in his own part to the story:
And a cousin cockroach and a Jesus cockroach!!!
He was so proud that he had included Jesus into our story. I wasn't sure what to do because I didn't want to squash his idea but I also didn't want to make Jesus into a cockroach. So I went with squashing and said that "Jesus is just Jesus, he isn't a cockroach." I am glad the Heavens have a sense of humor.
General Conference Weekend
Normally I have a love/not-so-much-in-love relationship with General Conference Weekend. I love listening to conference and hearing the messages. I do not love kids feeling neglected because their parents are listening to 8+ hours of Conference in one weekend and the kids acting out as a result. I have learned to love reading conference more than I love to listen to it. This weekend was substantially better. Aaron had the idea that we take the kids to the park on Saturday and they can play and we can listen. It was genius/inspired. The kids loved it and I haven't been able to listen to so much conference in 6 years.... maybe more because it is much harder to fall asleep on a park bench. I still managed to go in and out a little but it was infinitely better than usual.
Sunday, was a different story. I was trying really hard to listen to conference and the kids were not having any of it. I was also trying to write thoughts down as they happened and Emma noticed and wanted to write stuff down too. Here is what she wrote:
Sunday, was a different story. I was trying really hard to listen to conference and the kids were not having any of it. I was also trying to write thoughts down as they happened and Emma noticed and wanted to write stuff down too. Here is what she wrote:
"I feel the Spirit. I feel love. I love myself. I love my neighbor. I feel the Spirit helping me. I feel the Gospel helping me. I feel love. I feel the prophet loving. I feel the Spirit helping me. I feel my heart helping me. My heart is helping me feel the Spirit. I feel it helping me be happy. I feel the prophet guiding me. I feel the prophet saying I am doing the right thing and I am doing a good job. I feel the Spirit guiding my faith. I feel the Spirit. I feel The Lord saying He loves me. I feel I am being good. I love the Spirit."
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Kindergarten and Preschool
Emma started kindergarten on August 24th. She has been waiting for this day but was still a little nervous. Fortunately there is a girl in our ward that is in her class. Her teacher's name is Mrs. Allen and she seems nice. On the first day of school she woke up early because she was so excited. She got ready and we all went to the bus stop together as a family. We took pictures and when the bus actually came, I confess that it was harder than I thought it would be. I had to work hard not to cry! Aaron felt the same way. One of the things that cracked me up was Aaron, totally serious, said, "I she she had a cell phone so we could text her instructions!" I was giggling because I was confident that Emma could handle kindergarten and also, what kindergartener texts.... oh, wait, that would be Emma.
After we got home, Aaron went to work and John and I finished breakfast. It was just John and I and John turns to me and says, "Lets tie a scarf around our ankles and run around and fall on our face!" All I could think was, "Where is Emma when I need her???" I am not a run around and fall on my face kind of mom. I am more of a legos kind of mom.
Emma loved her first day of school and came home exhausted. In fact we have been working on getting settled into a routine for 4 weeks now. Emma has to get up at 6:30am to get ready and leave the house by 7:10 to catch the bus for school to start at 8:05am. Then school ends at 3:05 and she is home about 3:30. It is a long day for her.
John started preschool the same week that Emma started kindergarten. John goes to preschool at lady's house that is in our ward. She is super nice - Sister Christiansen. John loved preschool because there was a drill press and a circular saw. He talked for days about these tools. On the second day of preschool he told me not to hurry to pick him up and even asked why I couldn't just leave him there. I told him all of the kids had to go home. He wasn't convinced that was a good reason to come get him.
After we got home, Aaron went to work and John and I finished breakfast. It was just John and I and John turns to me and says, "Lets tie a scarf around our ankles and run around and fall on our face!" All I could think was, "Where is Emma when I need her???" I am not a run around and fall on my face kind of mom. I am more of a legos kind of mom.
Emma loved her first day of school and came home exhausted. In fact we have been working on getting settled into a routine for 4 weeks now. Emma has to get up at 6:30am to get ready and leave the house by 7:10 to catch the bus for school to start at 8:05am. Then school ends at 3:05 and she is home about 3:30. It is a long day for her.
John started preschool the same week that Emma started kindergarten. John goes to preschool at lady's house that is in our ward. She is super nice - Sister Christiansen. John loved preschool because there was a drill press and a circular saw. He talked for days about these tools. On the second day of preschool he told me not to hurry to pick him up and even asked why I couldn't just leave him there. I told him all of the kids had to go home. He wasn't convinced that was a good reason to come get him.
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