tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43740152091548995362024-02-19T05:56:37.059-06:00My Sacred Vocationamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.comBlogger381125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-11287731314367187472013-03-14T13:36:00.001-05:002013-03-14T13:38:26.361-05:00A tale of two daysToday is Thursday of our Spring Break. We haven't done much-other than a quick overnight trip to see all the grandparents, we have been home. <br />
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Today, like the weather, everyone seems to be in a sunny mood...working a little harder to get along & enjoy spending time together. We've been outside in the warm weather, doing some sprucing up of the backyard & having a picnic. <br />
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But yesterday. Ahhh, that was one for the record books. No one could do anything right, no one could get along. There was lots of yelling, fighting, name calling, bawling. Going outside didn't help, chores didn't help, even time alone-didn't help. Some days are like that & as a mom you need extra graces, extra prayers, & a bottle of good red wine. I wish I knew what caused those days so as to avoid them! <br />
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We did watch for the white smoke yesterday & were surprised to see it so quickly! It was fun waiting for news of our new pope & we pray for him as the leader of our church.<br />
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Henry is such a blessing to our family, as all of our kids have been. Each child brings something to the family dynamics that you didn't even know was missing, like a little more spice or some rowdiness in case things were a little too quiet. I think Henry was our balance...and while he runs me ragged most days going from one hazard or no-no to the next, he brings us all joy. <br />
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Last night as I rocked Henry, I thought about the night before one year ago-the anticipation, nervousness, fears, & elation the next day had in store, all the emotions that were running through me. I remember really trying to savor the last day I would be pregnant & not letting the amazing privilege of participating in the creation of a new little person give way to the next miracle. That's how we have tried to see this past year, as well as all the years with our kids-savoring the "now" instead of anticipating the "next". <br />
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Happy Birthday little H. Big Blue. Jett. Little monster. Bubby. <br />
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"Give me patience when little hands<br />
Tug at me with ceaseless, small demands. <br />
Give me gentle words and smiling eyes<br />
To keep my lips from hasty, sharp replies. <br />
Let not fatigue, confusion or noise<br />
Obscure my vision of life's fleeting joys. <br />
So when in years to come my house is still<br />
Beautiful memories is rooms might fill." <br />
-unknown<br />
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The evening was just normal...baths and Legos and listening to songs on YouTube. The little girls love to dance & everyone is enthralled by the videos.<br />
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<i>(notice Barbie photo-bombing the picture with her leg? Such a show-off)</i><br />
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Macy has glasses now...<br />
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<br />amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-87131910477172274292013-01-30T22:13:00.000-06:002013-01-30T22:13:33.375-06:00Her request"Momma, come outside and take LOTS of pictures of me playing in the snow!"<br />
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At 7:45am, little miss declared that she was going outside to play in the snow. I tried to persuade her to wait until it was warmer but she would not have it. Not only was she going, she was convinced I was going with her to document it. "You can just stand right here momma, on the porch." I protested heavily, but how long can you resist this face?<br />
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Yesterday was my birthday. It was a day of simple pleasures. An unhurried breakfast, sweet & funny cards, a quiet lunch date with my hubby, checkers in the afternoon with Jack & a family meal out complete with not one, but two desserts. I enjoyed the day.</div>
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When Lily got home from school she was quizzing me on my birthday & she says "Mom, are you going to invite a bunch of your friends over for your birfday? Because, that's what grown-ups are supposed to do, you know!" Its funny to see how confused the kids are at adult birthdays-why we don't make them as big of a deal as theirs. </div>
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Jack loves to play checkers & he's getting pretty good at it. Here he is trying to decide if I have set a trap for him, which he loves to be sneaky & to figure out when someone is trying to sneak something past him. I'm not ashamed to admit that had we finished this game, he would have beat me fair & square!</div>
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And a couple of random Henry pictures...he still loves to flirt with the baby in the mirror. Oh, so precious.</div>
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And this is one ornery, I-know-I'm-not-supposed-to-be-in-this, grin. He is like greased lightning & knows all the off limit spots...I swear I can see little clouds of smoke coming from his knees as he peels out, trying to get away as fast as he can. He's like a little wind up toy!</div>
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Tonight it started snowing, after a week of 70 degree temps. Usually Spring is the volatile weather of ups and downs. And this is our Christmas tree...I keep thinking we'll get around to disposing of it, but it hasn't happened yet. The little kids want to plant it. We've discussed why that won't work & they are somewhat perplexed. </div>
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Just another reminder that he's growing up, won't stay little for long.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-33303010616228895392012-12-22T23:41:00.000-06:002012-12-22T23:44:41.176-06:00Mary & Gabriel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Telling Mary the good news is quite humorous. The director was not amused.<br />
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Merry Christmas to all of you...amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-38094361976267448882012-12-22T23:31:00.001-06:002012-12-22T23:31:54.838-06:00Henry, 9 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He goes. And goes and goes. He now crawls really fast away from me when he thinks he's got something I'm going to take away, usually laughing as he goes.<br />
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He finally decided that food was worth trying (instead of poison as portrayed by his faces of disgust when I tried giving him anything), but his favorite yummy snack is finding dried leaves on the floor. This would be suspect #1 to cause speed-crawling away from mommy while giggling. Little dude doesn't learn though, because as tasty as those look they never, ever go down & he ends up gagging on them & I have to extract them. Which he hates as much as having his nose wiped & his diaper changed. Little bit of a drama dude on our hands.</div>
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Last week, he had the sniffles so I gave him a bath with the eucalyptus baby wash to help clear his breathing. He was all over the bubbles, trying to eat them. </div>
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Poor little rosy cheeks...but he's better now!amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-83699373001456840802012-12-22T23:07:00.000-06:002012-12-22T23:07:55.087-06:00The Christmas Play<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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All grades K-4th are the choir. Jack is setting beside his bestie, being boys. While I admittedly didn't watch him too much, by the end of the play these two were being increasingly dramatic with their singing. Looooots of hand gestures & trying to get away with what they could while not attracting the attention of Sr. Stephanie, their teacher, who was sitting in front of them.<br />
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The play is put on by the 5th graders. Macy was truly in her element...<br />
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You can see how excited she is. She was nervous, but not scared. She told me that 2 minutes after it started, she totally lost her butterflies & loved performing-she was sad that it was over. She played 2 characters & sang a little solo. She even got some chuckles out of the crowd for her portrayal of an old lady. She didn't forget her lines & spoke so well...we were very, very proud of her!!</div>
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All of the kids did great, it was such a cute little performance & so fun to see the kids shine. </div>
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He's such a light sleeper. Some people think you can make a heavy sleeper-"vacuum while the baby sleeps, make noise so they are used to it" is advice new parents are often told. I'm here to tell all those people they are <i>wrong</i>. If you have a heavy sleeper, it's because God decided to gift you. We have 4 very active, very LOUD children, a dog that feels it her personal responsibility to announce every potential intruder (aka-mailman, neighbor dogs, people walking by) & a piano that becomes so enticing at nap time no one can resist banging out some notes in this house, if that's not noise then I don't know what is. And still, he wakes at the slightest sneeze.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpQNTik1L1RbfEzxXrm0iRjEJ5Z5tLgk722IPMF6sSp10Bb_qmgZWKO8xd3yxFi0ex5unK9euwkIauSqT8S1UY5nLjluPjZhRmDnkSLZsS54DOGl35eeNPWJYPzZUncQzE8QKlU5YZ_A/s1600/IMG_8718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpQNTik1L1RbfEzxXrm0iRjEJ5Z5tLgk722IPMF6sSp10Bb_qmgZWKO8xd3yxFi0ex5unK9euwkIauSqT8S1UY5nLjluPjZhRmDnkSLZsS54DOGl35eeNPWJYPzZUncQzE8QKlU5YZ_A/s640/IMG_8718.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
He is the master of power naps. Ten minutes and he's good. He seems to need very little sleep & may just be a morning person as well. *shocker* Seems that's how we make them around here. Which is funny because neither parent is a true morning person. <br />
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When he's not busy entertaining himself in the dog's water bowl, Henry likes to sneak off to the bathroom. Any will do, he knows the way & can get there very rapidly. He also has down the stealth mode of transportation-the "if I quietly sneak off I can buy more time" approach that Ava adopted early in life.</div>
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Having a somewhat on the bigger side family means there is about a 90% chance that someone (no names, eh-hm kids?) has left the lid open thus creating a beautiful opportunity to drop whatever he has carried in his little chubby hand into the water with another pretty good chance that aforementioned "someone" did not flush. All I'm saying is that I'm very glad my husband invested in the new toilet that can flush 20 golf balls because there are things that are just not worth saving, ya know? Buh-bye. Splashing does commence after dropping & we all know how fun splashing is when you are of this size.<br />
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Next on the list if either the toilet is closed or he has been sidelined by the excitement of the shower curtain is to ascertain what exactly is in the tub.<br />
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Annnnnnd then try to reach it.<br />
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He is a chubby baby, but that durn melon he carries around for a head still outweighs him & makes him top-heavy. I know it's only a matter of time before he nose-dives into the tub and it's going to hurt. <br />
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This week he started saying "Daadaa" and has about 100 different intonations & facial expressions to go along with it, making him even more adorable than before. <br />
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Macy went to Nana & Bop's last weekend all by herself. She had so much fun, but missed her pooch.</div>
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From the looks of it, Brooke missed her as well. Brooke hates for you to touch her feet & the fact that she let Macy fall asleep holding her foot says a lot.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-52786993144187446942012-11-01T15:25:00.000-05:002012-11-01T15:25:03.077-05:00October<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Ava is adjusting to Lily being in school, but she loves having her at home on Mondays & in the afternoons.<br />
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Every day after school Jack cannot wait to get in his room & build with Legos. He's getting really good at creating things...things with moving parts, or that really look like what he says they are. You can tell he thinks about Legos at school & then starts building as quickly as he can. I think he also enjoys the downtime.<br />
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Oh, my Henry. What a little mess. Bop calls him "Tank"...it's appropriate. He moves like one & feels like one and is somewhat unstoppable. Bathing him is truly like wrestling an alligator-a SLICK one!<br />
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Ava usually gets to take a bath with him. She has to cover up the drain so he doesn't try to eat it. I can only run about a 1/2 inch of water because he moves the whole time & sticks his face in the water. She starts asking about 5 min into the bath "Can Henry get out yet?"<br />
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He popped the bottom two teeth quite awhile ago, but they are fully in & sharp. He likes to practice using them, not on food-no, that's still poison-but on skin other than his own. Ouch.<br />
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Often he's had enough of his siblings...they just love him so much and so <i>close</i>. Ha! Personal space? Not around here.<br />
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This was in our park the other night. There were supposed to be 30 balloons, but wind was an issue. It (wind) pretty much messed up the whole weekend's plans for these people.<br />
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It was sooooo cold! The fires felt good when they would sporadically light up the night.<br />
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Enjoying some hot chocolate and loud flames! Noah (background) was not a fan. Henry was bundled so tight I don't think he could turn his head to look.<br />
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By the end of October, Henry has learned how to crawl fast, pull up, & even let go. Oh, he's trying as hard as he can to be a big boy...and I'm trying to keep him little! He's winning.</div>
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Halloween is nostalgic in our neighborhood...we gather a group of friends & hit up the neighbors & laugh & talk & pet dogs & stop cars to cross the street & find ways to exploit candy from our kids. There's lots of kids out and it is fun. Then we come home & let them binge until bedtime. <br />
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So, this morning my kids didn't have school because it's a Holy Day (All Saints Day) & while they waited for breakfast they started bartering with their candy. "What will you trade me for a Starburst? Ohhh, what can I give you for your Butterfinger?" With four of them, you have a lot of options! They have been really sweet about sharing this year...it has surprised me. Maybe they are listening to our endless lectures once in a while! Haaaha!<br />
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Ava has insisted on wearing her tennis shoes, even when sandals would be easier or faster, and when they totally don't "go" with her outfit. It took awhile for me to understand.<br />
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She misses her sister. Lily gets to go to school (& wears her tennis shoes every day) & has so many exciting things to tell us at lunch when we pick her up. And she's not home to entertain & play all morning which is the only existence Ava has ever known. My baby girl that has always been more than happy to be attached (literally) to my hip wants to leave me & do this school thing because her big sister does it & loves it. I'm a little sad, but hopeful that next year-when it's right for her-Ava will enjoy her mornings just as much as Lily. <br />
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It's been sweet to watch Ava try to emulate her older siblings-she tells them stories of what her teacher said or what she did in school, she wears her tennis shoes & often packs a backpack to hang by the door. Most of the time the girls are sweet & play along with her (Jack not so much). I know in my heart home is where she belongs for at least one more year & hope that we will have lots of quality time together, but it's hard on those days when she wants to be big so bad!amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-8459068973553040532012-09-10T21:45:00.002-05:002012-09-10T21:45:19.248-05:00A Sunday Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I'm not naming names, but someone around here had a birthday yesterday...and said person turned 37. We think. It's hard to keep up these days. It was a perfect weather day, not cold or hot or windy and after letting the birthday boy take a nap (his only request for his special day) we spent some time outside. </div>
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The big kids worked on their chin-ups. Macy can, & always has been able to do amazing things on the play set. She's freakishly strong and flexible.<br />
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Henry pondered the meaning of life. <br />
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Jack is trying to learn how to flex his muscles.<br />
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One evening, Jack is in the kitchen with us & sticking his tongue out weird, kind of curling it. We are both watching him & I ask him "Jack, are you trying to see your own tongue?" I was right...and he can do it. <br />
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<i>Macy took this one for me!</i>amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-37472166349041176532012-08-31T08:12:00.003-05:002012-08-31T08:12:37.706-05:00Science fair projects-already???I sooooo should be packing.<br />
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Last year's science fair project was almost a complete disaster & involved literally a last minute scramble & 6 hrs of work crammed into one day. Not fun. We joked about doing her project over the summer even so that this didn't happen again. Well that didn't happen either. But, this morning Macy (who wants to be called Anne now, her middle name. I love it, but how do you change someone's name after calling them something for 10yrs?) came to me...<br />
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Macy: "Mom, I know what I want to do for my science fair project!"<br />
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Me: "OK, what is it?"<br />
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Macy: "Well, it involves Jack pulling two teeth-JACK, get on that!"<br />
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Me: "Stop right there."<br />
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Does anyone else have trouble deleting pictures from their phone? I don't mean that you can't figure it out, I mean sentimentally...I have the very first picture that I ever, ever took on my (now 4th) phone...along with favorites from the past years and I can't stand to delete the good ones. I rarely ever look back at them & have them saved on my computer, but hate deleting pictures. However, because of the amount of music & pictures, my phone is constantly full. Something has to be done. ::sigh::<br />
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We got to celebrate this little punkin's birthday last night...can't believe he's ONE! He has the absolute cutest monkey crawl I have ever seen & is so gentle to Henry like no baby I've ever seen. Such a sweetheart.<br />
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<br />amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-92013671330790971642012-08-27T22:46:00.001-05:002012-08-27T22:50:24.861-05:00Bad driver<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Something that's not diggin' though is limbs through the crib slats. Henry is the first baby to not have a bumper...but I think that is going to change soon. Poor baby keeps getting legs & arms caught & it hurts, not to mention ruins perfect naps. <br />
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School started on Wednesday. Macy & Lily were so excited, Jack not so much. He was happier after he saw his friends & didn't complain as much this morning as he did the first day. I'm not ready for the alarm to have to be set, to have to get (most of) us all up & ready before 7:10, or the dreaded homework (x2 this year!), but I do like the routines of school. Lily is going 4 mornings a week & I am loving having some time with just Ava & Henry, then time with the 3 little ones in the afternoon before big kids get home. <br />
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Lily has been so precious & so bubbly about everything she does. She's always been the one that didn't mind leaving me & has always been more independent that the others, she's also our most social I do believe. So, all that rolls into one happy little school girl! So far, her favorite thing about school-going to "little church", which is Atrium, or the religion part of her day. Her disappointment is that she doesn't get to stay for lunch. She can already tell me most of the kids' names in her class (Jack & Macy took months before they even realized other kids HAD names. Haahaa!). <br />
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Macy loves being one of the "top dogs" & seems to have matured almost overnight. She is looking forward to the big responsibilities that come with being a 5th grader & I can already tell this year is going to fly by...it really seems like only a year has passed since this once-nervous momma walked her very nervous little kindergartner into that big, unfamiliar school. Heck, she <i>owns</i> the place now. Haha!<br />
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Jack, in typical male fashion, has little to say about school. He's processing it & will share when he's ready. He has a sister for a teacher & we are so happy for this influence in his life. Our school is blessed with 2 sisters as teachers, but they came after Macy was beyond the grades they teach. He did come home with a stuffed tree frog today, having won bingo and that was his prize. No other details, just that, but the key to that kid's heart is stuffed animals and anything and everything squishy. amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-14842329078441155972012-08-13T22:40:00.002-05:002012-08-13T22:40:27.985-05:00Family Olympics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
We went to visit my brother & his family this weekend & had so much fun-a great way to close down the dwindling summer. They have a beautiful house that we all fit in with some land for the kids to run around on. </div>
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Probably the best time of the whole weekend was the family olympics. Caden thought this up before we got there & they had planned events for the kids to compete in. The kids had a blast & the adults had fun watching them. The best part...every kid ate a ton of homemade pizza & was out like a light at 9:00pm. Success.</div>
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Now, we did these olympics up right. Like, carrying the (iPhone) torch, opening ceremonies, lighting the (dreamers) candle kind of right.</div>
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There was (nerf) rifle, bow & mallow, gymnastics routines (on the trampoline), swimming (in the lake & kiddie pool), foot races (in the sprinkler), and discus (frisbee). Competition was fierce and some events came down to the wire. My kids were begging to do it again today, or someday, but SOON. We just might have to.</div>
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My brother & his wife are OSU grads...and he is ornery. He stole my phone & changed my wallpaper to this-trying to brainwash my kids. The joke's on him though...if they decide to go out of state to OSU, they have to come live with him! HAAHAA!!!</div>
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"Mom, can I have some gum?" <br />
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If this little man isn't hungry (or trapped in his car seat for 6+ hours at a time), then he's happy. He really is. To my surprise, he's getting good at sitting alone, he now rolls all around on the floor & is even getting his hiney in the air to start scooting. <i>Slow down, my baby...slow down.</i></div>
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<br />amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-49131319741030273682012-08-07T10:31:00.001-05:002012-08-07T10:31:50.830-05:00Beauty ShopFrom the kitchen, I hear chatter, then "uh oh" & dead silence for a second. "Uuummm...I'll get the scissors!". Time for intervention-Macy had twisted Lily's hair too many times around the brush and someone thought cutting it out was the best solution. Thank goodness for mommy ears. I was able to untangle-without cutting-and beauty shop continued. <br />
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Something happened tonight. Weird, almost paranormal, you might say. We are still shaking our heads, trying to figure it out.</div>
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These 3 kids played together. Without fighting. For a solid hour. And THEN they decided to work together to-brace yourselves-<i>clean up</i> and make beds (without being asked). And it carried over into supper where Jack was happy to get them their drinks. </div>
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This comes on the heels of my neighbor telling me that earlier in the week Lily stopped her as she was returning from the mailbox and had this conversation with her.</div>
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<i>Lily:</i> "Hey, Gloria, do you want Jack?"</div>
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<i>Gloria:</i> "Well, I'm not sure what your mom would think of that..."</div>
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<i>Lily:</i> "If you can take him, it's for keeps!"</div>
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<i>(picture was taken by Macy)</i></div>amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12912422191382820380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4374015209154899536.post-63248682792679505152012-07-30T23:16:00.001-05:002012-07-30T23:16:23.073-05:00Finding motivationSticker charts. They work awesome-like for Lily, mediocre for Jack & Ava. Hoping this will get us through the rest of summer, earning a sticker when they do something asked of them without throwing a fit. <br />
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Lily already knows she wants to shop at "probley wobbly" (hobby lobby) for her treat. ::smooch:: I wish she could talk this way forever but I'm sure it's not as cute at 16. <br />
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The plans one brother has for the other...there are so many. It is one of the most precious things I've ever witnessed.</div>
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So we come to this summer. The other night I tell him to go get his pjs on & he tells me "already did mom", looking similar to this, minus the shoes. "Jack", I tell him, "this is what you were wearing today." "No it isn't mom, I changed!" So now he changes from one pair of plaid shorts & random shirt into another for bed because "that way I'm ready to go in the morning!" </div>
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