Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
According to Heather, one area where I don't perform as well as I could is getting the kids hyped up for the rare moments where I am taking care of the kids and she comes home. Her fear is that they will learn to love/get excited for daddy and not feel the same excitement to be reunited with mommy, since she is routinely with them. Consider it a classical example of habituation. I try to calm her concerns by telling her that the kids are just as excited when she gets home and miss her just as much, if not more, than me. It seems our debate around this issue never is resolved, until NOW!
Several days ago I was watching Baker while Heather went to do a letterboxing class at a local event. After checking my email I went to find Baker to see what he was doing to keep himself busy. Much to my surprise, this was what I found when I came upstairs:
For those of you who haven't visited our house (shame on you), this little pink basket holds all of Katie's stuffed animals. The need for Katie to get rid of some of her stuffed pets is another story, but you're talking to the King of Stuffed Pet Collections, a king who didn't relinquish his crown until leaving on his mission. Any how, Baker had pulled out every single stuffed pet so that he could sit inside the basket looking out the window that overlooks the street in front of our house (the window that we affectionately call the "goodbye window" because that is where we all congregate to wave goodbye to one of our family members as they leave our home--another one of Heather's amazing creations). Here the poor boy sat, wailing for his mother to come home. Now, I realize that many of you may be saying, "a wailing toddler is not the same thing as hearing the excited screams of your toddlers as they coming running into your arms" but I submit to you that if we are measuring love this sign of affection speaks volumes. If you are not convinced, I decided to add a little video to support my claim. Granted some of his behavior is effected by the fact that his daddy is videotaping his public display of grief but the gesture still remains. For those of you watching at home, enjoy. And for Heather, please know that you are loved by one and all, but especially by us.
so anyway, Katie's teacher at class allowed us to graciously borrow a costume. In Katie's mind she now was beautiful. It didn't matter that it didn't match, just that she got to be special for her moment. I love my daughter for that. I hope she will always remember that she is simply beautiful because she can accept things, love things and smile.
This is Katie's best friend who just moved to Colorado. How we miss this other part of our family!
Friday, May 23, 2008
In Andy's family, they don't even get up. Just sort of ooze (from their current state of sitting at the table) from their chairs onto the kitchen carpet where they then lay willy nilly until someone steps on them.
Griffith seems to follow the best of both. After a great feeding, he eases back into his rocker, hikes his little shirt up to maximize the extension of his stomach, and zonks out. Wouldn't life seem a little better if we could only just sleep and rock and be satisfied with who we are and what is hanging out?
Thursday, May 22, 2008
"But you have to help me, I can't do it by myself" while huge tears go rolling down. We have created a monster. One who doesn't clean alone. In Andy's grand therapy of working and helping each other, somehow that corresponds to...I can't clean by myself. Which if I am doing dishes, laundry, other rooms, bathrooms etc...makes it difficult for me to manage. After complaining of this to Andy he suggested giving Katie specific jobs instead of a broad overall, clean your room. So I did. I said, please put all the shoes "Noah's Ark" in the closet. Now growing up, "Noah's Ark" meant, two by two. But in my fantastically independent spirited child, this some how equated to "Look Mom, I made a pattern of shoes" What can you do except smile :)
After the hiking and hunting and boxing part was over, we ate dinner and then went on the best hayride. It took us all over the back woods (full of wild turkeys, deer and few other things) where we eventually roasted marshmellows and made smores. We set up camp and started our freezing cold night. We nnight boxed for the death eaters and that was a fun first for us. Then off to bed. We lasted until about 11 PM. Yep, not even to the next day. we stealthily packed up in the back of the van and took off. Arriving home about 1:30 AM. Just in time to feed the baby, sleep and head off to church. What a great fun filled weekend for us.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Now having just had a baby, I was a little hesitant to put on a swimsuit but with the encouragement of my children yelling at me to hurry up, we went off in search of the pool. Everyone quickly jumped in and I asked Katie how the temperature of the jacuzzi was and she answered "hmmmm...decent" I had to smile at her fine vocabulary. We swam, played, tried in vain to convince the kids to go to bed and finally Day 1 came to an end.
Day two began with breakfast. Now, most of you know how cheap I am. While we ate this fine Continental breakfast I noticed there were peanut butter and jelly packets and I got the brilliant idea to make us some sandwiches to eat for lunch. With a few yogurts, apples and donuts to boot, I thought it was a great savings. I quickly sent an embarrassed Andy up to the room to get me a bag to hide the food in. He came back down with the bag hidden behind Griffith and stuck it under the table. I then slyly began to place food into the bag when no one was watching. Andy kept giving me a nervous smile but I wasn't concerned. Then Andy went to get a donut. Katie, bless her dear little loud voice, then yelled across the dining area, "Dad, get me one because mom is saving food for lunch." Of course everyone looked over at us. So much for being sly.
Then it was off to a very long high pressured sales presentation. It was long, especially with three children, and despite trying to be polite, they would not let us leave. They made me feel evil since I wouldn't buy into it and what if Andy died and we had no vacation to remember him by?? I explained how we were getting out of debt and to no avail. I think Matt Smith would have totally caved by the end of it. I hate these and am not sure I would go again. But we dutifully collected our prizes (tickets to Silver Dollar City, dinner and Omni Max tickets) and off we went. The weather was freezing cold and with rainy looking skies, we decided to stop at Walmart and buy sweatshirts. We were blessed to find grey ones for 2 dollars, the only catch being they only had size small. I told Andy to suck it in and off we went.
And if anyone knows our biggest laugh when we got married was that I am a sucker for amusement parks. I love to ride the rides, feel the thrills and spin till I can't breathe. Andy on the other hand, is comfortable going on one ride. Which makes paying a lot of money for amusement parks redundant. But here we were...so off I went. On what has to be the best invention I've been on. You sit on this thing like a motorcycle. Then you rock back and forth as fast as they can get you to go (like a pirates ship ride) but then the added twist is that they spin you as well. You spin front and then back until your stomach feels like it's in knots. You come so close to trees you could floss your teeth on the leaves. What a thrill.
And the best part is, it went up and down! You just can't beat a ride like this...
And after a long day, we rushed off to dinner and a movie about Dinosaurs that was guaranteed to give our kids nightmares and then off in search of a Branson Letterbox. All in all a great trip.