Kids

Hair cut

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Sometimes I think I have nothing to post, and so I work hard at coming up with one… anything… just to keep writing. I finally had one this morning, and posted… and now I’ve been handed another… I got very tired of K waking up with hair in her face today… it’s really bad when she has a cold, and the hair sticks to the nose…

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So I got out the sissors and did a quick trim just to keep it out of her eyes a bit.

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Then I made my mistake… when will I learn??? I went to the bathroom… and left the sissors sitting right there on the ottoman, where a big sister could find them… You can see where this is going, can’t you??? Here’s what I came back to, with S saying “I just wanted it out of her eyes!”:

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Oh… I am so sorry, K!!! Next time we’ll just go to Snipits!

Mommy can’t cook

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Yes, I admit, I am not the best cook in the world. This was handed to me yesterday. See, I can boil water, but hard boiled eggs, not so much. I don’t want them to be under done, so I often over cook them.

Then my mom got me this cool timer… you put it in the water with the eggs, and it turns color to show you if the eggs are soft, medium or hard boiled. It’s slick and works like a charm.

My boys couldn’t wait to get an egg. They really like them, and have never thought anything about how they are cooked… until yesterday… While J was eating his, he looked at the yoke, a nice yellow, and said, “Hey, aren’t the insides supposed to be GREEN???”

Tongue twisted

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I promise he is in the 3rd grade. I know I didn’t have to do anything like this when I was in the 3rd grade… oh what a difference private school makes.

J has to have a report done – type written. And do an oral report. And an art project. His class is studying the body, and each child was assigned a part… J got the tongue. I have learned all kinds of crazy things about the tongue. Like did you know the average human tongue is 4 inches? Did you know the largest human tongue recorded is 7 inches? How about this one… did you know a cow’s tongue is about 11.5 inches????

For his art project he and his Daddy took 4 blocks of red clay and this is what they came up with:

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Mine! Mine! Mine!

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When you are three you know two things: It’s all about me and it’s mine! S walked this territory today… while helping me with the wash. I had the water ready, soap and softener in, all we needed were clothes. As we put them in the washer she said things like “That’s my blue shirt I used to wear” (her dad’s blue t-shirt), “That’s my blue shirt I wear all the time” (my aqua shirt) and so on… And it didn’t matter what the item was… it was hers… socks, pants…

Until she hit one item… then it was “And that’s mine blue shirt… wait… that’s… ewww that’s YOUR underwear!” Guess there’s some things even a three year old won’t claim!

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Sisters

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S is big on “you sit by me” like most kids her age… different people different days, but someone MUST sit by her… except what she means is… almost touching by her… not the normal sit-in-the chair-beside-me. No, she means the chairs must be RIGHT by each other… so if she is around the corner of the table, she must move her chair around to your side.

Today it was K she want to “sit by me.” Only for her to be happy, K’s high chair had to be almost touching her seat AND with K facing her. That made it tough to get the food on her tray fast enough and still make sure it wasn’t too hot and get it cut before little hands were after it.

Then, in a moment of Mommy’s-sleep-deprived, I moved the chair to face me… oh goodness! “NO, K sit beside me!” She is beside you, Honey… I need to have her this way. “OH, I don’t mind,” she huffed and crossed her arms… clearly she minded. So I pushed K a bit closer to S, while keeping K facing me and asked if that was good enough.

“Yes, now I can blow for her!” Ah… S just wanted to feel like she was helping K. Sisters are a good thing!

What are we celebrating?

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Tonight was what our church calls “Trunk or Treat”… where church members park their car, decorate their trunk, and costumed children parade by gathering candy. They also have games, bounce houses, hay and pony rides… general fun for those under the driving age.

When I picked the boys up from school, they were very excited to be able to don their chosen attire and harvest the sweets. J told me of a conversation he and friend had, where they were discussing the few days left until Halloween. J continued with this “I told him our church celebrates Halloween tonight.” I cringed. The idea of actually celebrating what Halloween stands for did not sit well for me. The conversation became one of trying to help an 8 year old grasp the concept of redeeming something that was rather dark.

I guess I have viewed Halloween as something you do… like going to a movie… NOT a celebration… Dictionary.com lists celebration as “to observe (a day) or commemorate (an event) with ceremonies or festivities; to make known publicly; proclaim; to praise widely or to present to widespread and favorable public notice.” Halloween is listed as “Eve of All Saints, last night of October” (1556), the last night of the year in the old Celtic calendar, where it was Old Year’s Night, a night for witches.” Proclaim or praise a night for witches? I don’t think so.

So what are we doing? When we are participating in Halloween, are having an evening of fun with our kids? Or is there something more we are doing? I am not sure. I know as a child, I enjoyed pretending to be someone else… I know my kids (drama kids that they are) enjoy the same… so what am I teaching them? If he had used any other word, I am sure I would not be having this conversation with you… I would not be l thinking about it. I really didn’t like to hear that our church celebrates witches…

And yet, our kids had a great time… Here they are with GR…

A teenager in the house?

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Not yet, but sometimes I feel like it… or at least a 3 year old going on 13… oh so sassy! Sometimes it’s a growl when she’s not happy about something, sometimes it’s just being stubborn. With the new floors, I thought it might be good to get the kids house slippers… sometimes even simple tasks are NOT easy!

I found the ones for S first. She just HAD to have them, and for whatever reason, it took some convincing for her to understand we WERE buying them, but I needed to pick out the boys. This required her to sit… I guess that’s too much for a 3 year old. By the time we left, I was grumpy!

Since then she has told me how much she loves them and thank you several times. Yesterday morning was no exception… until she started asking where we got them.

“At a store Honey.”

“No, at the mall,” she put her hands on her hips…

“Yes, in a store at the mall.”

“No… AT the mall. Momma.” and she turned around and left… apperantly in her mind there is NO store at the mall… it’s just the mall… Walmart and Target are stores… but the MALL is something else, and she was having NOTHING to do with any other thought.

Then this morning, standing in front of a closet FULL of pretty things… S said, “I have nothing to wear!”

My only hope is that since she’s 13 now, in ten years she’ll be 23… Right???

Can you hear me now? Good!

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Just a quick note to let you know that S can hear… 😉 For the most part things went real well… I mean really, how easy is it to get an active 3 year old to sit, look at you, listen for a beep, and let you know she heard it? Not very.

As the mommy, I had to “be the chair.” This means I had to sit and hold her on my lap. She started off strong, repeating everything she was asked to as she was asked to… this means when she was asked to speak normally, she did. When she was asked to whisper… well, mostly. The dr. was just a bit concerned with her volume level when she spoke quiet… there’s not much quiet about my S!

After a while though, these games were no longer fun… so getting her to finish the task was a chore. This means there is one range we are not totally sure about, but the dr. is not concerned about it. And he wants to see her back in 6 months… guess we’ll go from there.

Thanks for all the prayers… I am so grateful for friends and family who will knock on Heaven’s Door and seek the Father for my family.