Lilly was telling me about a dream she had that was scary. She told me she cried, and then she paused for as moment before saying "and my eye water came out." Apparently we have never discussed tears before, which is funny considering how often they get shed around our house.
Rachel and Lilly were having a hot debate about boogers while we were driving to karate. I heard Rachel tell Lilly "and you can eat boogers." I was instantly filled with dread "oh, no" I thought, "Rachel is going to be known as the bugger-eater!" We have focused a lot in our house on nose-picking, and when it is not appropriate, but never discussed the fact that one should NEVER eat their boogers. I hollered back to her "No Rachel, we do not eat boogers." She responded innocently "why? I like them!" Lilly, not wanting to be left out of the conversation said "Can we eat burgers?" "Yes Lilly, you can eat all the burgers you want. Just no boogers!"
Felicia and Chris had their baby. They stopped by our house a couple of days after with baby Jude so the kids could meet him. Of course Lilly and Rachel loved him, and were thrilled at having a little baby at our house. I was curious as to how Carson would do with little Jude. Although Carson is pretty tender, he is not as maternal as the girls are. I asked him if he wanted to hold the baby and he said "yeah!" We sat him down and put Jude in his arms and Carson was mesmerized. He would give Jude kisses and stroke his face. After a couple of minutes I asked if we could give Jude back to Felicia, and he gave me a decisive "no." I tried again a couple of minutes later and the answer was once again "no." I don't think he took his eyes off the baby until we gave him back to Felicia.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
The Baby Shower
I took the kids to the store with me to pick up some ingredients for a cake I was making. The cake was for Aunt Felicia's baby shower. When Rachel asked me what we were getting I said "stuff for Felicia's baby shower." Rachel looked confused and asked "is it you are going to buy her baby a shower?"
On Wednesday night Lilly had a horrible cough. We could hear her hacking in her sleep. Eventually she came upstairs to our room crying. I cuddled her and gave her a drink while she tried to explain her chest hurt and she couldn't breathe. Then I put her back to bed. A few minutes later, we could still hear her crying downstairs. It was heartbreaking! I brought her upstairs and put her on the couch to sleep. I was rubbing Vick's Vapor Rub on her chest and telling her how sorry I was that she didn't feel good when she said "It's OK mom, I think I am going to be just fine!"
Rachel had to get shots for Kindergarten yesterday. She knew that was why we were going to see the doctor, but was strangely excited about it. When she asked me questions about what it was like, I was honest but not too descriptive. I think all she absorbed from her questions was that I would take her out for ice cream afterwards. This is all Lilly absorbed too because for days she has been whining that she wants shots too. Just Rachel and I went to the appointment, and while we were waiting at the doctor's office I asked her if she was scared. She looked at me like "why would I be scared?" She got a total of three shots, two in one leg and one in the other. After the first shot she gave me a shocked look and started to cry. After the second one, the nurse switched to the other side, and Rachel lost it. She became hysterical and screamed "No! No more shots!" The nurse quickly gave her the last shot before Rachel bolted off the table. Poor Rachel was inconsolable. I think mostly her feelings were hurt that her mother and this nice lady would do something so awful to her. On the way out, she just kept saying "I wish we hadn't done that." It was pretty heart breaking. I got her the world's biggest vanilla milk shake knowing she would never be able to finish it. Mostly I got it out of guilt for subjecting her to so much torture. When we got home, she assured Lilly that getting shots was NOT fun, and she should not look forward to it in the future.
It is beautiful outside today, so I took the kids for a walk. There is an older couple named Paul and Marylin who live on the street by ours. I often see them walking in the morning while I am out running, but they have never met the kids. They were outside when we walked by so we went to say "hi". Carson immediately ran up to Paul and put his arms up to be picked up. Something about older men really appeals to Carson. I am sure it made Paul's day. In fact, mostly I think it makes people feel good. The only concern I have about his friendliness is that it would be very easy for someone to walk off with him.
On Wednesday night Lilly had a horrible cough. We could hear her hacking in her sleep. Eventually she came upstairs to our room crying. I cuddled her and gave her a drink while she tried to explain her chest hurt and she couldn't breathe. Then I put her back to bed. A few minutes later, we could still hear her crying downstairs. It was heartbreaking! I brought her upstairs and put her on the couch to sleep. I was rubbing Vick's Vapor Rub on her chest and telling her how sorry I was that she didn't feel good when she said "It's OK mom, I think I am going to be just fine!"
Rachel had to get shots for Kindergarten yesterday. She knew that was why we were going to see the doctor, but was strangely excited about it. When she asked me questions about what it was like, I was honest but not too descriptive. I think all she absorbed from her questions was that I would take her out for ice cream afterwards. This is all Lilly absorbed too because for days she has been whining that she wants shots too. Just Rachel and I went to the appointment, and while we were waiting at the doctor's office I asked her if she was scared. She looked at me like "why would I be scared?" She got a total of three shots, two in one leg and one in the other. After the first shot she gave me a shocked look and started to cry. After the second one, the nurse switched to the other side, and Rachel lost it. She became hysterical and screamed "No! No more shots!" The nurse quickly gave her the last shot before Rachel bolted off the table. Poor Rachel was inconsolable. I think mostly her feelings were hurt that her mother and this nice lady would do something so awful to her. On the way out, she just kept saying "I wish we hadn't done that." It was pretty heart breaking. I got her the world's biggest vanilla milk shake knowing she would never be able to finish it. Mostly I got it out of guilt for subjecting her to so much torture. When we got home, she assured Lilly that getting shots was NOT fun, and she should not look forward to it in the future.
It is beautiful outside today, so I took the kids for a walk. There is an older couple named Paul and Marylin who live on the street by ours. I often see them walking in the morning while I am out running, but they have never met the kids. They were outside when we walked by so we went to say "hi". Carson immediately ran up to Paul and put his arms up to be picked up. Something about older men really appeals to Carson. I am sure it made Paul's day. In fact, mostly I think it makes people feel good. The only concern I have about his friendliness is that it would be very easy for someone to walk off with him.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
A Regular Lady
On Mother's Day I asked Rachel what she wants to be when she grows up and she told me "I just want to be a regular lady." I asked what a regular lady is and she said "someone who is just home with her kids. I am going to have three and name them Rachel, Carson, and Lilly. And I am going to let them play all day and be loud and I will never get mad at them." I told her that I hope she has really well behaved children. I can see why she finds that life so appealing. What five-year-old would not want to stay home all day and play with other kids, especially when said five-year-old can be the boss?
Last night, the girls were giving us the business about going to bed. Lilly often gets out of bed when Rachel beckons her and goes into Rachel's room to play. Rachel's idea is that as long as Lilly is the one out of bed, she can't get in trouble. Her response to "Girls, go to bed!" is always "I'm in bed, Lilly isn't." We called Lilly into the living room last night and I told her if she didn't go to bed I would spank her bottom. Shelby said "and after she spanks you, I will spank you." Lilly seemed completely unaffected by the threat when she looked at me and said "Daddy spanks hard and you don't." Now that I know, I will work on it.
Carson loves to listen to music with me on the computer. It is our cuddle time. Lately every time I either sing or move to the music he says "noooo!" I wonder if I should be concerned that my 2-year-old already finds me to be embarrassing. Carson has added "ball" to his regular list of words. He still mostly says "no," "yeah," and "please". Occasionally we get a "Lilly," "up," and "daaady!"
Last night, the girls were giving us the business about going to bed. Lilly often gets out of bed when Rachel beckons her and goes into Rachel's room to play. Rachel's idea is that as long as Lilly is the one out of bed, she can't get in trouble. Her response to "Girls, go to bed!" is always "I'm in bed, Lilly isn't." We called Lilly into the living room last night and I told her if she didn't go to bed I would spank her bottom. Shelby said "and after she spanks you, I will spank you." Lilly seemed completely unaffected by the threat when she looked at me and said "Daddy spanks hard and you don't." Now that I know, I will work on it.
Carson loves to listen to music with me on the computer. It is our cuddle time. Lately every time I either sing or move to the music he says "noooo!" I wonder if I should be concerned that my 2-year-old already finds me to be embarrassing. Carson has added "ball" to his regular list of words. He still mostly says "no," "yeah," and "please". Occasionally we get a "Lilly," "up," and "daaady!"
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Hereditary Rash
I have had eczema since I was a kid, and I have been nice enough to pass this genetic problem down to all three of my kids. Carson has suffered the worst, but Rachel has also had it pretty bad this winter. She asked me how she got it, and I told her she got it from me. Then I did my best to explain hereditary traits. Lilly started to get a rash the other day. At karate Rachel announced to the class and all the parents that "Guess what? My sister has a rash. She got it from me and I got it from my mom!" I am sure every parent was thinking that I brought my ringworm infested kids to karate to roll around with their kids on the mat. I interrupted the class to explain that we did not have anything contagious.
The other day Lilly told me "I will give you five bucks if you get me dressed." I told her "show me your five bucks and we have a deal." If I got five dollars every time I dressed a child I would truly be rich, and my kids would not know how to dress themselves. Lilly has had an independence issue the past couple of weeks. She is very capable, but lately she asks me (unsuccessfully) to dress her, feed her, help her go to the bathroom, etc... it might have to do with this baby that is coming in a few weeks. She has become the queen of threatening. I hear a lot of "If you will help me I will be nice to you, but if you don't help me, I won't be nice to you." Pretty scary.
Uncle Cody came over to make jam last night and brought a friend with him. Cody introduced him as his friend John. Lilly was thoughtful for a moment, then she said "guess what, my dad has a boyfriend." Then she went out to the balcony and yelled out to Shelby "Dad! What is your boyfriend's name again?" It is a good thing Shelby is secure in his masculinity. The kids really were taken with John. He spent a good chunk of time playing make-believe and wrestling with them. Then he helped tuck them in. He confided in us that he may have failed at the tucking-in because he didn't know any of the songs. Later when I came to kiss Lilly goodnight, she asked if I would sing to her. I said "no, John already sang to you." She started crying a little and said "No, he didn't! He didn't know any of the songs and he was bad at it!"
The other day Lilly told me "I will give you five bucks if you get me dressed." I told her "show me your five bucks and we have a deal." If I got five dollars every time I dressed a child I would truly be rich, and my kids would not know how to dress themselves. Lilly has had an independence issue the past couple of weeks. She is very capable, but lately she asks me (unsuccessfully) to dress her, feed her, help her go to the bathroom, etc... it might have to do with this baby that is coming in a few weeks. She has become the queen of threatening. I hear a lot of "If you will help me I will be nice to you, but if you don't help me, I won't be nice to you." Pretty scary.
Uncle Cody came over to make jam last night and brought a friend with him. Cody introduced him as his friend John. Lilly was thoughtful for a moment, then she said "guess what, my dad has a boyfriend." Then she went out to the balcony and yelled out to Shelby "Dad! What is your boyfriend's name again?" It is a good thing Shelby is secure in his masculinity. The kids really were taken with John. He spent a good chunk of time playing make-believe and wrestling with them. Then he helped tuck them in. He confided in us that he may have failed at the tucking-in because he didn't know any of the songs. Later when I came to kiss Lilly goodnight, she asked if I would sing to her. I said "no, John already sang to you." She started crying a little and said "No, he didn't! He didn't know any of the songs and he was bad at it!"
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