Elyse has been wanting to watch iCarly for a while now. I did not know anything about it so have not allowed her to. Everyone else was sleeping this afternoon and she saw that it was on so she asked again. I decided to try it with her for a minute. After a few minutes she said, "I don't like it. I think maybe it is just a little too grown up for me!" I was very proud of her for coming to that conclusion all by herself even though all her little friends at school watch it. I had been telling her all school year last year that I thought it was too grown up for her. And today she said, "You were right mommy!" So glad she can still be my little girl for just a little while longer!!
I saw nothing objectionable in it, by the way. Just not ready for her to act as grown up as the big girls on the show! I am a proud mother right now. Praying God will continue to help her make wise decisions even when I am not with her and that she will not think she has to follow the crowd!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Hmm, I Don't Get It
I find it strange where in a world of Jon and Kate Plus Eight and Duggars people think we are strange for choosing to have 4 kids. For all you 4th, 5th, and 6th plus kids out there I sure am glad your parents decided to have you. For all you offspring of 4th, 5th, and 6th plus children aren't you glad their parents decided to go ahead and have them.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
If Mama Can't See It Then Mama Can't Take It
My boys have outsmarted me. Like all siblings, I would assume, my children seem to LOVE to fight with each other. They have come up with some crazy off the wall things to fight over, who gets what chair at dinner time. The older two bicker about who gets to drink out of the coveted red cup... I am not at all sure what magic that one cup holds but they seem to know something that has escaped me. They fight over toys of course and my solution to that has been, if you are fighting over it I don't care who started it I take it away. It helps cut down on the arguing in the matter at least somewhat.
Like I said my 2 and 3 year old sons have come up with a way to get around this little rule of mine. Their solution? They have taken to squabbling over an imaginary treasure chest. Yes, you heard right, imaginary treasure chest. I am talking yelling and tears being shed over the dumb thing. From both of them. Today Isaiah took said chest out of his little brother's hands and swallowed it. This caused tears and tattling on Elijah's part. It took me a full minute to realize that Isaiah indeed did not need to be rushed to the emergency room for ingesting a foreign object because it doesn't exist. I wonder if one can gather up all the make-believe treasure chests that exist in this world and throw them in the trash... would two little boys resign themselves to the fact that there are no trunks left and thus end the fighting?
Like I said my 2 and 3 year old sons have come up with a way to get around this little rule of mine. Their solution? They have taken to squabbling over an imaginary treasure chest. Yes, you heard right, imaginary treasure chest. I am talking yelling and tears being shed over the dumb thing. From both of them. Today Isaiah took said chest out of his little brother's hands and swallowed it. This caused tears and tattling on Elijah's part. It took me a full minute to realize that Isaiah indeed did not need to be rushed to the emergency room for ingesting a foreign object because it doesn't exist. I wonder if one can gather up all the make-believe treasure chests that exist in this world and throw them in the trash... would two little boys resign themselves to the fact that there are no trunks left and thus end the fighting?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
It's the Unexplainable, the Unfathomable... It's Bedtime
I don’t know if you have weeks like this but this has been THE week for our kids not wanting to sleep. Actually I think this goes all the way back to a couple of weeks ago when we were at my parents house and they were coming up with every excuse they could think of to delay bedtime. In fact, I don’t think our generation blames near enough of their problems on their parents ;0) so I’m just going to go ahead and say this is all Nana and Papa’s fault since it started at their house.
I have made some amazing discoveries about bedtime just in this last week however. I thought I would share a few of them with you. Children really are marvelous little people and I am always surprised with the way their minds and bodies can work.
For instants, it is fascinating to me how a four year old can develop, right at bedtime, a sudden unquenchable thirst. Water is suddenly like sugar to her and she cannot get enough.
In the same category as this drinking phenomenon is the way a three year old can take 10 minutes to drink two ounces of water. There is swallowing involved the entire time so you know they are not just playing or stalling hoping for just a few more minutes out of the confinements of their bed. They are actually taking five full minutes per ounce of water.
All of my potty-trained children have this strange medical condition in which they develop sudden bladder infections sending them to the bathroom every 20 minutes, just at nighttime. In the morning… they are cured! Again, this is just the potty-trained kids. Fascinating!
My middle son has a handy little talent in which he can squeeze out the tiniest little bit of poop any time the situation requires it. The threat that he will be in trouble if he does not really go poop after he, of course, suddenly just has to go 10 minutes after the lights are out has cultivated this talent in him. We are thinking of taking it on the road.
I don’t know, maybe it’s their bedroom. It really does seem to be a magical place. One where pacifiers disappear into an abyss, a land where toys suddenly sprout wings and fly up to the top bunk. This is a room full of invisible laughing children, and they are not my own children, just ask them, none of them were laughing or talking.
I’ve also come to realize that bedtime is not just a time that brings out the spectacular in children, but in grown men as well. I will forever be in awe of how a tired overworked father can, out of the blue, obtain the energy of two-two year olds during the bedtime routine and suddenly think that this would be the perfect time for a wrestling match followed by a quick gymboree class.
Bedtime really is a extraordinary experience!
I have made some amazing discoveries about bedtime just in this last week however. I thought I would share a few of them with you. Children really are marvelous little people and I am always surprised with the way their minds and bodies can work.
For instants, it is fascinating to me how a four year old can develop, right at bedtime, a sudden unquenchable thirst. Water is suddenly like sugar to her and she cannot get enough.
In the same category as this drinking phenomenon is the way a three year old can take 10 minutes to drink two ounces of water. There is swallowing involved the entire time so you know they are not just playing or stalling hoping for just a few more minutes out of the confinements of their bed. They are actually taking five full minutes per ounce of water.
All of my potty-trained children have this strange medical condition in which they develop sudden bladder infections sending them to the bathroom every 20 minutes, just at nighttime. In the morning… they are cured! Again, this is just the potty-trained kids. Fascinating!
My middle son has a handy little talent in which he can squeeze out the tiniest little bit of poop any time the situation requires it. The threat that he will be in trouble if he does not really go poop after he, of course, suddenly just has to go 10 minutes after the lights are out has cultivated this talent in him. We are thinking of taking it on the road.
I don’t know, maybe it’s their bedroom. It really does seem to be a magical place. One where pacifiers disappear into an abyss, a land where toys suddenly sprout wings and fly up to the top bunk. This is a room full of invisible laughing children, and they are not my own children, just ask them, none of them were laughing or talking.
I’ve also come to realize that bedtime is not just a time that brings out the spectacular in children, but in grown men as well. I will forever be in awe of how a tired overworked father can, out of the blue, obtain the energy of two-two year olds during the bedtime routine and suddenly think that this would be the perfect time for a wrestling match followed by a quick gymboree class.
Bedtime really is a extraordinary experience!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
The One In Wich My Daughter Tells It Like It Is
Jarrod wants me to sing a song with him at church in a few weeks. It is a beautiful song and I LOVE singing with Jarrod. I am a bit apprehensive though. My last attempt at public singing was a wreck. With me freaking out a few notes into it and for the rest of the song singing Jarrod's harmony part along with him. It was at my sister-in-laws wedding of all places… sorry Laurel.
After quickly realizing that my vow to never look another sole in the face ever again was going to be somewhat of a challenge, I resolved to never sing in public again. That would have to do.
But then Jarrod asked so sweetly and there were the beautiful brown puppy dog eyes, and oh, what’s a girl to do. Besides it really is such a fabulous song. I told him as long as we could practice a lot, and I mean a whole, whole, singing it in your sleep, lot, I would maybe think about considering singing with him at church.
So family trips in the car now consist of one song being played over and over again as Jarrod helps me struggle through my part. Today was no exception. But you know kids; we had not yet pulled out of the garage before the requests began. My precious daughter, who will now and forever be known for her blunt honesty asked, “Daddy, can we listen to that song that mommy can’t sing?”
Jarrod, bless his heart, tried to suppress his smile and said, “I’m not sure if this is the one she is talking about but we’ll see.”
He scanned through the tracks, our song began, and Elyse smiled contentedly. “Yes, that one!” Thanks Elyse
Darn my husband with his beautiful brown manipulative eyes, and his overpowering flattery, would you believe I am still considering singing in public with him in a few weeks?
I am also considering making a slide show of the pictures of Elyse sitting on the potty at two years old looking through a magazine and showing it at her senior prom.
After quickly realizing that my vow to never look another sole in the face ever again was going to be somewhat of a challenge, I resolved to never sing in public again. That would have to do.
But then Jarrod asked so sweetly and there were the beautiful brown puppy dog eyes, and oh, what’s a girl to do. Besides it really is such a fabulous song. I told him as long as we could practice a lot, and I mean a whole, whole, singing it in your sleep, lot, I would maybe think about considering singing with him at church.
So family trips in the car now consist of one song being played over and over again as Jarrod helps me struggle through my part. Today was no exception. But you know kids; we had not yet pulled out of the garage before the requests began. My precious daughter, who will now and forever be known for her blunt honesty asked, “Daddy, can we listen to that song that mommy can’t sing?”
Jarrod, bless his heart, tried to suppress his smile and said, “I’m not sure if this is the one she is talking about but we’ll see.”
He scanned through the tracks, our song began, and Elyse smiled contentedly. “Yes, that one!” Thanks Elyse
Darn my husband with his beautiful brown manipulative eyes, and his overpowering flattery, would you believe I am still considering singing in public with him in a few weeks?
I am also considering making a slide show of the pictures of Elyse sitting on the potty at two years old looking through a magazine and showing it at her senior prom.
Friday, April 24, 2009
What To Expect When You Are Expecting Your Fourth... Because This Stuff Just Aint In The Book
May not be suitable for men or children... some content may be considered gross or offensive. I am a little bit sorry. But mostly I don't care. I am pregnant and tired and so quite frankly my new motto is... I Just Don't Care!
When pregnant with her fourth you can expect the once modest young lady to, in the middle of a crowded restaurant, reach down and unbutton her "fat jeans" (even though she is only at 6 weeks gestation). You can also expect for the gentleman who is sitting a few tables over... who obviously has never spent time in the presence of a pregnant woman before... to have the nerve to look at now relieved and comfortable pregnant lady in bewilderment. The pregnant woman, however, can expect to wipe that shocked look off of the poor man's face with a look of her own. Perhaps one that says, "I'm fat, I am actually keeping this meal down for once and am therefore now bloated... do you want a piece of me?"
I at least had some luck with that approach.
It has been a while since I read the book, but to my best recollection I do not remember the part where it tells you to expect a new part of your body to completely rebel and shut down every single day. So far I have had problems with my upper back, my left big toe, migraines, something about scar tissue (if you've had multiple c-sections) getting mangled up in the dermis (the layer of connective tissue below the epidermis) Yep, didn't make sense to me either, but it causes abdominal pain like you wouldn't believe. And last night I actually thought my right boob was going to explode. No I didn't just expect it to I think I even remember at one point begging God to make it happen in hopes it would give some relief.
Here is the best and perhaps strangest thing you can look forward to when you are expecting your fourth child. In the midst of a playful wrestling match turned violent between your sons, and what I swear can only be Pre-premenstrual syndrome from your 4-year-old daughter. With yelling, tears and emotional breakdowns happening throughout the entire home... you can expect to look around and think, "Man I can't wait to have another."
When pregnant with her fourth you can expect the once modest young lady to, in the middle of a crowded restaurant, reach down and unbutton her "fat jeans" (even though she is only at 6 weeks gestation). You can also expect for the gentleman who is sitting a few tables over... who obviously has never spent time in the presence of a pregnant woman before... to have the nerve to look at now relieved and comfortable pregnant lady in bewilderment. The pregnant woman, however, can expect to wipe that shocked look off of the poor man's face with a look of her own. Perhaps one that says, "I'm fat, I am actually keeping this meal down for once and am therefore now bloated... do you want a piece of me?"
I at least had some luck with that approach.
It has been a while since I read the book, but to my best recollection I do not remember the part where it tells you to expect a new part of your body to completely rebel and shut down every single day. So far I have had problems with my upper back, my left big toe, migraines, something about scar tissue (if you've had multiple c-sections) getting mangled up in the dermis (the layer of connective tissue below the epidermis) Yep, didn't make sense to me either, but it causes abdominal pain like you wouldn't believe. And last night I actually thought my right boob was going to explode. No I didn't just expect it to I think I even remember at one point begging God to make it happen in hopes it would give some relief.
Here is the best and perhaps strangest thing you can look forward to when you are expecting your fourth child. In the midst of a playful wrestling match turned violent between your sons, and what I swear can only be Pre-premenstrual syndrome from your 4-year-old daughter. With yelling, tears and emotional breakdowns happening throughout the entire home... you can expect to look around and think, "Man I can't wait to have another."
Monday, April 6, 2009
Bath Time Fun
Bath time took an interesting turn tonight... I had my nearly two year old playing contentedly in the tub while I assisted my older two in brushing their teeth at the sink. With one eye constantly on him and one eye on the progress of the older children I noticed Elijah stacking his toys along the back ledge of the bathtub. You know how they are at that age, always putting their toys in buckets, stacking them. Assured that he was okay I turned my thoughts back to the sink ant the task at hand. All the while keeping tabs on the bathtub. Once all the teeth were sparkling white I went to retrieve my clean prune of a son from the bath water and was horrified to discover that it was not his toys but... what better way to put this... his "waste" that he was neatly lining up side by side along the edge of the tub. Haven't had trouble with poo-poo in the the bath water since my oldest was just under a year old and I mistook what she had gotten expelled into the tub for the spaghetti meat sauce I was washing off of her. Kids always seem to keep you hopping (and fishing in the bathwater).
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