11/30/08
We took the kids to Bronners today to get name ornaments. Granted, they did not have one for B. so we had to have it custom made and it should get to our house a day or two before Christmas, but it was still a nice time.
The kids were pretty well behaved there. N. was leaning from the stroller trying to touch anything that could possibly break, but that was the extent of the trouble. At one point, I heard a teeny-tiny "ah-lub-du" from N. and B. yelled "Mom! He said he loves me!" I looked down and he was leaning out of his stroller, giving her a huge hug and saying "I love you". So very sweet. I wish I had video of it, because I have a feeling that I will need proof to remind them with later on...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Oh, the Lord's been good to me!
11/27/2008
Tonight at Thanksgiving Dinner, B. taught all of us a song.
We sat down to dinner and asked B. and N. to fold their hands and bow their heads to say Grace. Jim gave a nice, simple blessing and we all began to dish out food.
Before B. began to eat she loudly announced that we forgot to sing to the Lord before we ate, which threw me off for a second. We don't usually talk like that at home - not that it is a bad thing, it just isn't a habit for us. Then I realized that she wanted to sing a song she learned in Sunday School. B. carefully folded her hands and sang in her clearest voice
Then she insisted we all sing with her and when a few people at the table said that they did not know the song, she patiently taught it to everyone before asking everyone to sing all together again. We did, and even N. put down his fist full of cranberries and attempted to sing along!
I think it was the best Grace I had ever heard.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Tonight at Thanksgiving Dinner, B. taught all of us a song.
We sat down to dinner and asked B. and N. to fold their hands and bow their heads to say Grace. Jim gave a nice, simple blessing and we all began to dish out food.
Before B. began to eat she loudly announced that we forgot to sing to the Lord before we ate, which threw me off for a second. We don't usually talk like that at home - not that it is a bad thing, it just isn't a habit for us. Then I realized that she wanted to sing a song she learned in Sunday School. B. carefully folded her hands and sang in her clearest voice
"Oh, the Lord's been good to me
and so I thank the Lord
for giving me the things I need,
the sun and the rain and the apple seed.
Oh the Lord's been good to me!"
Then she insisted we all sing with her and when a few people at the table said that they did not know the song, she patiently taught it to everyone before asking everyone to sing all together again. We did, and even N. put down his fist full of cranberries and attempted to sing along!
I think it was the best Grace I had ever heard.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Oh Shit!
11/26/08
At work, curse words are part of the every day vernacular. There are even some that treat it like a game where the goal is to be the person who can drop the F-bomb the most times in a sentence without it sounding like they are trying too hard.
At home, curse words don't usually come any stronger than "Shoot" or my MIL's favorite - "Oh Sugar!"
Today after school, N. was in a snit because the Mac-n-Cheese wasn't cooking fast enough in his little opinion. B. was sitting in the dining room trying to calm down N. and pointing out, as he threw his water cup to the floor for the 5th time, that "Mommy, what you are trying just isn't working". We finally got food infront of them and were in the kitchen talking.
I began to tell Jim a story that began with a guy at my office yelling "Oh Shit". Immediately after the words flew out of my mouth, Jim spun around with a gleeful look. I had finally slipped up within the hearing range of the kids. Like a fool I froze. In hindsight, I should have kept on talking like nothing happened (therein lies the lesson for the day) but, instead, I stood there waiting to see if the kids would react. Silence for about 15 seconds... then "Mommy, why did that man say 'Oh shit'?"
With an oh-so-deft manuever I said, 'He did not say that, he said 'Oh Ship' like he had seen a boat." She didn't fall for it. A minute later she asked, is that like 'Shoot' and then proceeded to tell me all of the synonyms for Shit that she knew in that context, ending with her spilling her milk and saying calmly, "Oh Jeeze."
So far, no repeats of the swear version, but we have dinner with Great-Grandma tomorrow, so it is sure to come out then!
At work, curse words are part of the every day vernacular. There are even some that treat it like a game where the goal is to be the person who can drop the F-bomb the most times in a sentence without it sounding like they are trying too hard.
At home, curse words don't usually come any stronger than "Shoot" or my MIL's favorite - "Oh Sugar!"
Today after school, N. was in a snit because the Mac-n-Cheese wasn't cooking fast enough in his little opinion. B. was sitting in the dining room trying to calm down N. and pointing out, as he threw his water cup to the floor for the 5th time, that "Mommy, what you are trying just isn't working". We finally got food infront of them and were in the kitchen talking.
I began to tell Jim a story that began with a guy at my office yelling "Oh Shit". Immediately after the words flew out of my mouth, Jim spun around with a gleeful look. I had finally slipped up within the hearing range of the kids. Like a fool I froze. In hindsight, I should have kept on talking like nothing happened (therein lies the lesson for the day) but, instead, I stood there waiting to see if the kids would react. Silence for about 15 seconds... then "Mommy, why did that man say 'Oh shit'?"
With an oh-so-deft manuever I said, 'He did not say that, he said 'Oh Ship' like he had seen a boat." She didn't fall for it. A minute later she asked, is that like 'Shoot' and then proceeded to tell me all of the synonyms for Shit that she knew in that context, ending with her spilling her milk and saying calmly, "Oh Jeeze."
So far, no repeats of the swear version, but we have dinner with Great-Grandma tomorrow, so it is sure to come out then!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
What I'm Learning - The beginning
This is my first venture into blogging.
A coworker of mine suggested that I start a daily journal of what the kids are doing and learning so that I can share this with my sister in Seattle and she can keep up. I think I'll do one better and share what I have learned from them today...
11/25/08
RENAME THE FOOD, AND IT IS DELICIOUS
To be completely fair, this is actually a lesson taught to me by mom years ago, however for this, we'll talk about the new version.
B. hates blueberries. Every time I pull out a container of blueberries she asks to try one and every time I end up with half-masticated blueberry in the palm of my hand and a little girl who is scraping at the roof of her mouth like a dog with a mouthfull of peanut butter. Muffins, cereal bars, pie, anything with a blueberry or a blueberry product is promptly rejected.
This morning, Jim proved that a one time trick I applied had long term staying power. B. ate all of her breakfast and was still hungry. All we had left for her was a blueberry cereal bar. We did not give it to her. Jim remembered a trick we did a few weeks back, and offered her a Blue-ba-ba-berry cereal bar, because Blue-ba-ba-berries are ever so much more delicious than blueberries. She ate the entire thing, loudly praising the blue-ba-ba-berries the entire time.
Thanks to Mom for teaching me that moo-juice was always better than the dreaded glass of milk.
A coworker of mine suggested that I start a daily journal of what the kids are doing and learning so that I can share this with my sister in Seattle and she can keep up. I think I'll do one better and share what I have learned from them today...
11/25/08
RENAME THE FOOD, AND IT IS DELICIOUS
To be completely fair, this is actually a lesson taught to me by mom years ago, however for this, we'll talk about the new version.
B. hates blueberries. Every time I pull out a container of blueberries she asks to try one and every time I end up with half-masticated blueberry in the palm of my hand and a little girl who is scraping at the roof of her mouth like a dog with a mouthfull of peanut butter. Muffins, cereal bars, pie, anything with a blueberry or a blueberry product is promptly rejected.
This morning, Jim proved that a one time trick I applied had long term staying power. B. ate all of her breakfast and was still hungry. All we had left for her was a blueberry cereal bar. We did not give it to her. Jim remembered a trick we did a few weeks back, and offered her a Blue-ba-ba-berry cereal bar, because Blue-ba-ba-berries are ever so much more delicious than blueberries. She ate the entire thing, loudly praising the blue-ba-ba-berries the entire time.
Thanks to Mom for teaching me that moo-juice was always better than the dreaded glass of milk.
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