Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
H had a hard day at school
Monday was a hard day for H. She had been up late Sunday "reading" and was really tired when I woke her up for school. She really wanted to wear a ring that her Grandma E gave her, but it was too big and we were afraid she'd lose it. She was not happy with that decision and cried the whole way to school. She clung to N as she walked her up to her class and he was afraid he'd be bringing her back home.
She got home that afternoon and I was talking to her about her day. I asked her why she had been so sad that morning. She said it was because she missed her dad and didn't want him to leave. I said, "Oh, I thought it was because you wanted to wear your ring." She said it was both of those reasons. N called her over to him and they were talking about it while I went through her backpack. I found a paper that she had practiced writing her name on and on the back she had written, "I mis yue dad." I showed N and he and I both ended up in tears over it.
Today I was talking to Tiffin and she said that Monday when the bus pulled up to the bus stop her kids were excited because they saw N and thought it was their dad. Then H yelled, "No, it's my dad!"
She got home that afternoon and I was talking to her about her day. I asked her why she had been so sad that morning. She said it was because she missed her dad and didn't want him to leave. I said, "Oh, I thought it was because you wanted to wear your ring." She said it was both of those reasons. N called her over to him and they were talking about it while I went through her backpack. I found a paper that she had practiced writing her name on and on the back she had written, "I mis yue dad." I showed N and he and I both ended up in tears over it.
Today I was talking to Tiffin and she said that Monday when the bus pulled up to the bus stop her kids were excited because they saw N and thought it was their dad. Then H yelled, "No, it's my dad!"
H has a Boyfriend!
Let's start at the very beginning (a very good place to start!).
Sunday evening I had a church meeting. I was actually giddy to be getting out of the house all by myself without it being for grocery shopping. I told N that the meeting started at 7:00 so I would be leaving around 5:00. Just to make sure I wasn't late or anything! That really didn't go over very well. So, about 6:30 I was explaining the nightly bedtime ritual to N and it really felt as if I was telling a babysitter. I kinda felt bad when I told him that especially since he is actually very helpful around the house. He just isn't usually home at bedtime so he isn't used to the routine. As I was leaving I told N that if I wasn't home by 10:00 not to worry. Another lead balloon.
When I got home from the meeting (which was really good, by the way), N was playing his video games. I went to check on the kids and found K sleeping in H's bed, but no H. So I asked N where H was and he said, "Oh, probably in our bed." I went back there expecting to find her asleep, but no. She was sitting on the bed in the dark "reading" The Lost World. Yes, you read that right. She was trying to read Michael Crichton's The Lost World.
N came back and the three of us started talking. I mentioned that H's primary teachers were at the meeting and they had said they make the kids sit boy-girl to help keep them reverent in class. I asked H about that and she said she sat by Jonathan. (There isn't a Jonathan in her primary class and we determined that he is in her class at school.) Then she started to blush as she said she liked Jonathan. We asked her why she liked him and she said, "Because he shares his fruit roll ups with me. But we aren't supposed to share so if the teachers come by we just put our hands under the table and do this." She then looked up and around with that I'm-not-doing-anything-but-really-I'm-doing-something look. We asked her if she shared anything with Jonathan and she said she shares her cheese and crackers sometimes, but if the teachers come by they just don't chew.
Fast forward to this morning as I was making H's lunch. I said, "H, did I forget to cut your chips yesterday?" (She can't quite open the chips on her own, so I cut a small slit in the top so she can rip them open.) She said, "Yeah, but it's okay. When you forget I just ask Jonathan to open them for me."
She's only 5 and she's already giving her dad ulcers!
These pictures are from later Sunday night after she had fallen asleep "reading". As a side note: she also really likes to read Dracula. I can't convince her that it is scary because (as she says) "there are no scary pictures in it." I can't wait 'til she tells her teacher that her favorite book is Dracula!
Sunday evening I had a church meeting. I was actually giddy to be getting out of the house all by myself without it being for grocery shopping. I told N that the meeting started at 7:00 so I would be leaving around 5:00. Just to make sure I wasn't late or anything! That really didn't go over very well. So, about 6:30 I was explaining the nightly bedtime ritual to N and it really felt as if I was telling a babysitter. I kinda felt bad when I told him that especially since he is actually very helpful around the house. He just isn't usually home at bedtime so he isn't used to the routine. As I was leaving I told N that if I wasn't home by 10:00 not to worry. Another lead balloon.
When I got home from the meeting (which was really good, by the way), N was playing his video games. I went to check on the kids and found K sleeping in H's bed, but no H. So I asked N where H was and he said, "Oh, probably in our bed." I went back there expecting to find her asleep, but no. She was sitting on the bed in the dark "reading" The Lost World. Yes, you read that right. She was trying to read Michael Crichton's The Lost World.
N came back and the three of us started talking. I mentioned that H's primary teachers were at the meeting and they had said they make the kids sit boy-girl to help keep them reverent in class. I asked H about that and she said she sat by Jonathan. (There isn't a Jonathan in her primary class and we determined that he is in her class at school.) Then she started to blush as she said she liked Jonathan. We asked her why she liked him and she said, "Because he shares his fruit roll ups with me. But we aren't supposed to share so if the teachers come by we just put our hands under the table and do this." She then looked up and around with that I'm-not-doing-anything-but-really-I'm-doing-something look. We asked her if she shared anything with Jonathan and she said she shares her cheese and crackers sometimes, but if the teachers come by they just don't chew.
Fast forward to this morning as I was making H's lunch. I said, "H, did I forget to cut your chips yesterday?" (She can't quite open the chips on her own, so I cut a small slit in the top so she can rip them open.) She said, "Yeah, but it's okay. When you forget I just ask Jonathan to open them for me."
She's only 5 and she's already giving her dad ulcers!
These pictures are from later Sunday night after she had fallen asleep "reading". As a side note: she also really likes to read Dracula. I can't convince her that it is scary because (as she says) "there are no scary pictures in it." I can't wait 'til she tells her teacher that her favorite book is Dracula!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Gee, Thanks for the Clarification!
Today at lunch N, K and I were talking about different foods we like/don't like.
K: I only like things that aren't yucky.
Me: What kinds of things aren't yucky?
K: Only things that taste yummy.
Me: Glad we got that straightened out.
K: I only like things that aren't yucky.
Me: What kinds of things aren't yucky?
K: Only things that taste yummy.
Me: Glad we got that straightened out.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Another K moment
It is so much fun having an only child again! H is at school all day and M is napping most of the morning so it is just me, N and K.
Today, N and I were talking about political things (read: frustrations, concerns, worries) back in our room and K was playing with his cars in the front room. K said something about his robot being broken so I went out to help him only to find him drinking one of H's juice boxes. I wasn't too happy with him and he said, "I just like juice, mom." Then, after a second he said, "And pizza," and went off to fix his robot (which, by the way, is a pile of pillows, blankets and toys on the love seat). About 1/2 hour later N came out to the front room to use the computer and he asked what I was upset about. I told him and N said, "Oh. I thought there was flour all over or something."
Anyway, N asked K if he had one of H's juice boxes and K said, "Yes. I just like juice." N said, "Well, next time ask mom or me and we'll get you a drink."
K's response? "Water is not juice, dad."
Today, N and I were talking about political things (read: frustrations, concerns, worries) back in our room and K was playing with his cars in the front room. K said something about his robot being broken so I went out to help him only to find him drinking one of H's juice boxes. I wasn't too happy with him and he said, "I just like juice, mom." Then, after a second he said, "And pizza," and went off to fix his robot (which, by the way, is a pile of pillows, blankets and toys on the love seat). About 1/2 hour later N came out to the front room to use the computer and he asked what I was upset about. I told him and N said, "Oh. I thought there was flour all over or something."
Anyway, N asked K if he had one of H's juice boxes and K said, "Yes. I just like juice." N said, "Well, next time ask mom or me and we'll get you a drink."
K's response? "Water is not juice, dad."
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Overheard
The other day I was in the kitchen making dinner for the kids. H and K were playing and H says, "My oh my, this is the December of fatness." I have absolutely no idea where that came from. She says she heard it at school.
Hands Off!
Today at lunch, K, N and I were eating pizza. N had eaten three pieces already and K was working on his second. There was one piece left and this was our conversation:
N (to me): Do you want the last piece of pizza?
Me: No, I was saving it for K.
N: He doesn't need another piece. Two is plenty.
Me: Three is plenty for you.
N: I am at least twice as big as K, so I should get 4.
K: It's my pizza dad.
N: You don't need 3 pieces, K.
K: I need 4.
Me (to K): How could you eat 4 pieces of pizza?
K: I would eat them one at a time with a fork. (I could just see the eye roll and hear the "Duh!")
Well, I gave the last piece to K after he finished his second piece and he teased N with it. So, N came over to try to eat it before K could. When N bent down to take a bite out of it K smacked him in the face--with the pizza! N had pizza sauce all over his glasses and forehead. It was so funny and we all had a great laugh. Then, in the most serious voice I could muster, I told K that he shouldn't do that with his food. I'm sure it was very effective.
N (to me): Do you want the last piece of pizza?
Me: No, I was saving it for K.
N: He doesn't need another piece. Two is plenty.
Me: Three is plenty for you.
N: I am at least twice as big as K, so I should get 4.
K: It's my pizza dad.
N: You don't need 3 pieces, K.
K: I need 4.
Me (to K): How could you eat 4 pieces of pizza?
K: I would eat them one at a time with a fork. (I could just see the eye roll and hear the "Duh!")
Well, I gave the last piece to K after he finished his second piece and he teased N with it. So, N came over to try to eat it before K could. When N bent down to take a bite out of it K smacked him in the face--with the pizza! N had pizza sauce all over his glasses and forehead. It was so funny and we all had a great laugh. Then, in the most serious voice I could muster, I told K that he shouldn't do that with his food. I'm sure it was very effective.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
First Day of School
Today was H's first day of kindergarten. I went in this morning to wake her up and asked if anyone in her room was going to kindergarten today. With her eyes still closed, she raised her hand and got a huge grin on her face. So we ate breakfast and got dressed (She was very concerned that she didn't have a cell phone to go in the cell phone holder on her backpack). Then, the whole family got in the car and drove her to school.
We didn't stay long and I held it together until we were on our way out to the car. It was really tough seeing her standing on the playground all by herself not knowing anyone. That really was the hardest part and I think if she had known some of the other kids I wouldn't have been crying leaving her there. As we were getting in the car K said, "I'm gonna miss H."
Fast forward to 1:15...We headed out to the bus stop to meet the bus. When it finally came I could see her through the window. She was so sweaty her hair was matted to her face, but she was happy. She loved school. She tells everyone it was great and she it so excited to go back tomorrow.
California
We had the chance to go to California at the end of July for a family reunion/vacation. We left Sunday after church and drove to Escondido to stay with N's parents in their trailer. Also visiting (in their own trailer) were N's brother and his family. The kids traveled well, except for K. He talked/screamed the entire way, and not because he had a good reason. He was basically just trying to keep himself awake. It was quite the drive.
When we got to Escondido we opened the van doors and we all did a happy dance because the weather was beautiful. It was actually cool! Probably mid-70's and breezy. We took the kids up to a park to let them run around for a little bit (they really needed to stretch after being in the van for so long). N commented that he almost needed his jacket!
That night the fun began. H woke up in the middle of the night complaining that her ear hurt and that she needed her hair brushed because she couldn't get her fingers through it. She had been sick the week before and was still getting over it when we left. I gave her some motrin and noticed that her hair was all stringy and ratty. I realized then that her ear was draining-alot. I woke N up thinking we might need to take her to the ER and we decided that I would call the pediatrician in the morning and see what they thought.
In the morning, we all got ready for our trip to Sea World (the part of the trip H was looking forward to the most). I called the ped and they said we needed to get her to urgent care because she may have ruptured her eardrum. I talked to N and H about it and H wanted nothing to do with it. She wanted to go to Sea World. End of story. So, she toughed it out with her ear draining all day and everything.
The kids LOVED Sea World. We saw almost everything. We saw the dolphin show, the flamingos, the rays and eels, the sharks, the seal lion and otter show (which H loved. She laughed the whole way through), the Sesame Street 4-D movie, the Cirque de la Mer show, the penquins, we rode the rides at the Sesame Street Bay of Play, and of course, we saw Shamu.
We discovered that K is not a very good waiter. He just wouldn't sit still. Then, once a show started he would ask if it was over and he would continue to ask throughout the show. (I don't think we'll be taking him to Disney any time soon. I can only imagine how he'd do waiting in lines.) Despite H's ear she had a great time. She was so excited to see Shamu (it was all we heard about for the week before we left). M did great, as well. N carried him most of the time in the carrier and he slept a lot of the day. He was awake to see Shamu, and wasn't the least bit happy when he got splashed in the face by Shamu. Twice. (Side note: K hid under the bench when Shamu started splashing.) Sea World was a long day and the kids crashed on the drive back to the trailer. We couldn't even get them to wake up to eat dinner.
The next morning H and I went to urgent care to get her ear checked out because it was still draining. After an hour wait we got in to see the doctor who said he didn't see a hole in her eardrum, but it was bulging and swollen. He said the pressure from coming over the mountains probably released the pressure behind her eardrum and caused it to drain. He prescribed an antibiotic, gave us a bottle of motrin and some mucinex samples, and sent us on our way.
So, it was on to Oceanside to the family reunion. We arrived at the camp ground and got all situated. We visited with everyone that day and had a great time being outside. We also found out there had been an earthquake in LA, but we didn't feel it.
Wednesday, which H declared was the greatest day of her life, we went to Balboa Park. We rode the carousel and then walked around a little. H saw a dinosaur on the side of a building and just had to go inside. It was the San Diego Natural History Museum. The kids loved seeing the dino skeletons. There was a water exhibit which was fun to see. There were also snakes, lizards and other animals all over inside. There was a huge shark hanging from the ceiling and K was terrified of it. It was all we could do to get him to stand for a picture with it.
Thursday we all went to Oceanside Beach. Let me just say, H is a beach baby. She LOVED the ocean. K liked the ocean, too. It was the sea weed that scared him. Seriously. He shrieked anytime any sea weed came near him and made whoever was standing by him pick him up. Even the sea weed on the beach scared him. M wasn't too fond of the water, but that could have been because it was cold. We attempted sand castles. K declared mine to be a volcano. In my defense, I was just getting a pile of sand and hadn't even started my actual castle.
Friday we came home. The ride was much quieter as K fell asleep and stayed asleep until Blythe. Even though our vacation was fun I think we were all happy to be home. M was thrilled to be able to stretch out on the floor and wiggle around.
When we got to Escondido we opened the van doors and we all did a happy dance because the weather was beautiful. It was actually cool! Probably mid-70's and breezy. We took the kids up to a park to let them run around for a little bit (they really needed to stretch after being in the van for so long). N commented that he almost needed his jacket!
That night the fun began. H woke up in the middle of the night complaining that her ear hurt and that she needed her hair brushed because she couldn't get her fingers through it. She had been sick the week before and was still getting over it when we left. I gave her some motrin and noticed that her hair was all stringy and ratty. I realized then that her ear was draining-alot. I woke N up thinking we might need to take her to the ER and we decided that I would call the pediatrician in the morning and see what they thought.
In the morning, we all got ready for our trip to Sea World (the part of the trip H was looking forward to the most). I called the ped and they said we needed to get her to urgent care because she may have ruptured her eardrum. I talked to N and H about it and H wanted nothing to do with it. She wanted to go to Sea World. End of story. So, she toughed it out with her ear draining all day and everything.
The kids LOVED Sea World. We saw almost everything. We saw the dolphin show, the flamingos, the rays and eels, the sharks, the seal lion and otter show (which H loved. She laughed the whole way through), the Sesame Street 4-D movie, the Cirque de la Mer show, the penquins, we rode the rides at the Sesame Street Bay of Play, and of course, we saw Shamu.We discovered that K is not a very good waiter. He just wouldn't sit still. Then, once a show started he would ask if it was over and he would continue to ask throughout the show. (I don't think we'll be taking him to Disney any time soon. I can only imagine how he'd do waiting in lines.) Despite H's ear she had a great time. She was so excited to see Shamu (it was all we heard about for the week before we left). M did great, as well. N carried him most of the time in the carrier and he slept a lot of the day. He was awake to see Shamu, and wasn't the least bit happy when he got splashed in the face by Shamu. Twice. (Side note: K hid under the bench when Shamu started splashing.) Sea World was a long day and the kids crashed on the drive back to the trailer. We couldn't even get them to wake up to eat dinner.
The next morning H and I went to urgent care to get her ear checked out because it was still draining. After an hour wait we got in to see the doctor who said he didn't see a hole in her eardrum, but it was bulging and swollen. He said the pressure from coming over the mountains probably released the pressure behind her eardrum and caused it to drain. He prescribed an antibiotic, gave us a bottle of motrin and some mucinex samples, and sent us on our way.
So, it was on to Oceanside to the family reunion. We arrived at the camp ground and got all situated. We visited with everyone that day and had a great time being outside. We also found out there had been an earthquake in LA, but we didn't feel it.
Wednesday, which H declared was the greatest day of her life, we went to Balboa Park. We rode the carousel and then walked around a little. H saw a dinosaur on the side of a building and just had to go inside. It was the San Diego Natural History Museum. The kids loved seeing the dino skeletons. There was a water exhibit which was fun to see. There were also snakes, lizards and other animals all over inside. There was a huge shark hanging from the ceiling and K was terrified of it. It was all we could do to get him to stand for a picture with it.Thursday we all went to Oceanside Beach. Let me just say, H is a beach baby. She LOVED the ocean. K liked the ocean, too. It was the sea weed that scared him. Seriously. He shrieked anytime any sea weed came near him and made whoever was standing by him pick him up. Even the sea weed on the beach scared him. M wasn't too fond of the water, but that could have been because it was cold. We attempted sand castles. K declared mine to be a volcano. In my defense, I was just getting a pile of sand and hadn't even started my actual castle.
Friday we came home. The ride was much quieter as K fell asleep and stayed asleep until Blythe. Even though our vacation was fun I think we were all happy to be home. M was thrilled to be able to stretch out on the floor and wiggle around.
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