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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Back on the Wagon
Time to get back in the habit.
Babbysnail, the girl child, is getting older, but not bigger. Her white-blond hair is growing in. The kid has an super dark tan already. The way her body is proportioned makes her look something like a very cute lollipop on a stick.
Sister has been potty training herself. I'm really ok if she doesn't want to wear a diaper. Really! I'm veeeeeeery excited at the prospect of diaper duty for only one. However, she has followed in her brother's wet footsteps. Angry peeing is a part of my life again. I just hope it passes quickly.
Since last post, we've had another baby. The Fat Man came to us in December. That was an adventure that deserves its own post.
He and the Babbersnail are about the same size. They are only separated by a few pounds and inches. He's closing the gap quickly.
The hubs is at a new job where he doesn't travel so much. (Yeah!)
Elias is a helpful little guy. Polite and sweet. I think I'll go ahead and keep him. Especially for the moments where he asks me to tell him how wonderful he is. Also because he loves myths and volunteers to set the table. He's four. How excellent is that? But mostly because when we play the "I love you bigger than..." game, he wins with "I love you bigger than grapes."
I am up to my eyeballs in children and half finished projects. There's some painting to be finished, a table to be sanded and restrained, and a practice chest of drawers to practice using chalk paint upon. Thanks to Pintrest I have a million more ways to make trouble just piling up in my mind.
I have also discovered the sewing machine. Who knew they were so darn uh-may-zing? I LOVE sewing. Making everyone something to wear to the Ren Fair (I WILL get there in 2012!) is high on my list of tugs to do too. I have a cape for Babbysnail that looks pretty great for a first try at pattern reading and figuring out needles and thread and all those other meddlesome things. Too bad the little monkey won't wear it. She did for a few minutes after I made it, and the Imperial song from Star Wars was never more appropriately hummed.
Ugh. Nothing like textual vomit.
Apologies to anyone reading.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
On punishment...
Elias has been potty trained since September. He's good about telling us when he needs to use the restroom. He can even undress himself and take care of his business solo.
Hooray for my big boy!
Abigail was born in September. Elias has been a little jealous of her, but not in a mean way. Instead, he pinches and scratches and does naughty little things of the like for attention.
I could tell him no and redirect him all day. It didn't work.
I whooped his bottom hoping that might do the trick. Wrong.
I started putting him in time-outs. Two minutes on the second stair. Jackpot! He hates it. Even threatening him with it makes the kid cry and say he's sorry.
He's decided to punish me when I follow through. When I do anything that he doesn't like. He will just pee all over everything.
When I put him on the step for timeout, he pees all over it. When I tell him no, he pees on whatever is there. And he knows I can't stand it and that there is absolutely nothing I can do to to keep him from it.
This is a frustrating stage. I'm sure one day when he brings his sweetheart home that the angry peeing will be the source of much giggling.
Hooray for my big boy!
Abigail was born in September. Elias has been a little jealous of her, but not in a mean way. Instead, he pinches and scratches and does naughty little things of the like for attention.
I could tell him no and redirect him all day. It didn't work.
I whooped his bottom hoping that might do the trick. Wrong.
I started putting him in time-outs. Two minutes on the second stair. Jackpot! He hates it. Even threatening him with it makes the kid cry and say he's sorry.
He's decided to punish me when I follow through. When I do anything that he doesn't like. He will just pee all over everything.
When I put him on the step for timeout, he pees all over it. When I tell him no, he pees on whatever is there. And he knows I can't stand it and that there is absolutely nothing I can do to to keep him from it.
This is a frustrating stage. I'm sure one day when he brings his sweetheart home that the angry peeing will be the source of much giggling.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Videos of The Guy
Bryce's new iPhone 3GS takes video. He hasn't let the function go to waste. I think the bacon video is the best, but you can check 'em out and let me know.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sybgeWRHp8
You can check out the other videos Bryce has made by looking on the right and selecting a video from the Related Videos tab. For those of you who don't know what www.youtube.com is yet. (Mom. I'm talking to you.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sybgeWRHp8
You can check out the other videos Bryce has made by looking on the right and selecting a video from the Related Videos tab. For those of you who don't know what www.youtube.com is yet. (Mom. I'm talking to you.)
Friday, June 12, 2009
Brushing Teeth
So no pictures for this one. Sorry.
Today when I went to brush my teeth, I was completely grossed out to find a lump of hardened toothpaste in the tube. It was brand new and I didn't leave the cap off. The lump was coming from inside the tube. SICK! But I thought, well, I'll just squish it out and then start with toothpaste that is pasty--like toothpaste should be. What I thought was a lump turned out to be a stick! I kept pressing the tube and this hardened bit of toothpaste kept coming out. At this point I flip into outraged customer who will go tell her husband, but not call the company.
Turns out it was not lumpy toothpaste. It was my son who had gotten to it first. Elias's new love is Q-Tips. Pair his new found love of Q-Tips with his love for putting things into other things and you have the answer to the mystery.
I need to watch that kid closer and keep nothing in drawers that aren't locked.
Today when I went to brush my teeth, I was completely grossed out to find a lump of hardened toothpaste in the tube. It was brand new and I didn't leave the cap off. The lump was coming from inside the tube. SICK! But I thought, well, I'll just squish it out and then start with toothpaste that is pasty--like toothpaste should be. What I thought was a lump turned out to be a stick! I kept pressing the tube and this hardened bit of toothpaste kept coming out. At this point I flip into outraged customer who will go tell her husband, but not call the company.
Turns out it was not lumpy toothpaste. It was my son who had gotten to it first. Elias's new love is Q-Tips. Pair his new found love of Q-Tips with his love for putting things into other things and you have the answer to the mystery.
I need to watch that kid closer and keep nothing in drawers that aren't locked.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Not for the easily grossed out--but totally funny.
Elias usually sleeps until almost 9 and then talks to himself for a little while longer. I have discovered that he likes to have a few minutes to wake up. Which is all sorts of wonderful to me.
This morning he woke up and started crying. This means one of two things: he isn't ready to be awake, is hungry, and hasn't found the remains of his bottle OR he has a dirty diaper.
I let him cry for a few minutes, hoping he was just hungry and hadn't found his bottle.
No such luck.
I finally went in, satisfied that he wasn't just hungry, to smell the damage. It was awful.
He was standing up in his crib and pointing down and being a malcontent. As I got closer I saw that his diaper was half off and there was a poop-cake in the general direction of his points.
I realized what happened. This morning when I went in to give him his middle-of-the-morning bottle, I also changed him. That way he isn't completely soaked, or leaking, by morning.
Last night his diaper was on weird to begin with, and he had leaked all over his pants and sheets. I removed his pants and didn't put them back on. His room is warm enough to do that. Then I put on his diaper. In the dark. While I was half asleep.
He likes to play with the tabs, and he does not like to be dirty. I think he started pulling on the tabs when he had his BM this morning and that grossed him out even more. And grossed me out even more.
This morning he woke up and started crying. This means one of two things: he isn't ready to be awake, is hungry, and hasn't found the remains of his bottle OR he has a dirty diaper.
I let him cry for a few minutes, hoping he was just hungry and hadn't found his bottle.
No such luck.
I finally went in, satisfied that he wasn't just hungry, to smell the damage. It was awful.
He was standing up in his crib and pointing down and being a malcontent. As I got closer I saw that his diaper was half off and there was a poop-cake in the general direction of his points.
I realized what happened. This morning when I went in to give him his middle-of-the-morning bottle, I also changed him. That way he isn't completely soaked, or leaking, by morning.
Last night his diaper was on weird to begin with, and he had leaked all over his pants and sheets. I removed his pants and didn't put them back on. His room is warm enough to do that. Then I put on his diaper. In the dark. While I was half asleep.
He likes to play with the tabs, and he does not like to be dirty. I think he started pulling on the tabs when he had his BM this morning and that grossed him out even more. And grossed me out even more.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Chieko N. Okazaki
This is the quote from Sister Okazaki that I quoted in my talk. My quote is not broken down into paragraphs, and I attempted to break it up a little. I'm not sure how close it is to her actual book, but it was a try!
The Atonement is an Individual Experience-Chieko N. Okazaki
Well, my dear sisters, the gospel is the good news that can free us from guilt.
We know that Jesus experienced the totality of mortal existence in Gethsemane. It's our faith that he experienced everything-- absolutely everything. Sometimes we don't think through the implications of that belief.
We talk in great generalities about the sins of all humankind, about the suffering of the entire human family. But we don't experience pain in generalities. We experience it individually.
That means he knows what it felt like when your mother died of cancer- how it was for your mother, how it still is for you. He knows what it felt like to lose the student body election. He knows that moment when the brakes locked and the car started to skid. He experienced the slave ship sailing from Ghana toward Virginia. He experienced the gas chambers at Dachau. He experienced napalm in Vietnam. He knows about drug addiction and alcoholism.
Let me go further. There is nothing you have experienced as a woman that he does not know and recognize.
On a profound level, he understands the hunger to hold your baby that sustains you through pregnancy. He understands both the physical pain of giving birth and the immense joy. He knows about PMS and cramps and menopause. He understands about rape and infertility and abortion.
His last recorded words to his disciples were, "And, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world." (Matthew 28:20)
He understands your mother-pain when your five-year-old leaves for kindergarten, when a bully picks on your fifth-grader, when your daughter calls to say that the new baby has Down's Syndrome. He knows your mother-rage when a trusted babysitter sexually abuses your two-year-old, when someone gives your thirteen-year-old drugs, when someone seduces your seventeen-year-old. He knows the pain you live with when you come home to a quiet apartment where the only visitors are children, when you hear that your former husband and his new wife were sealed in the temple last week, when your fiftieth wedding anniversary rolls around and your husband has been dead for two years.
He knows all that.
He's been there.
He's been lower than all that.
He's not waiting for us to be perfect. Perfect people don't need a Savior. He came to save his people in their imperfections. He is the Lord of the living, and the living make mistakes. He's not embarrassed by us, angry at us , or shocked. He wants us in our brokenness, in our unhappiness, in our guilt and our grief.
You know that people who live above a certain latitude experience very long winter nights and can become depressed and even suicidal, because something in our bodies requires whole spectrum light for a certain number of hours a day.
Our spiritual requirement for light is just as desperate and as deep as our physical need for light. Jesus is the light of the world. We know that this world is a dark place sometimes, but we need not walk in darkness. The people who sit in darkness have seen a great light, and the people who walk in darkness can have a bright companion. We need him, and He is ready to come to us, if we'll open the door and let him. (Chieko N. Okazaki, pp. 6, 7, 8)
The Atonement is an Individual Experience-Chieko N. Okazaki
Well, my dear sisters, the gospel is the good news that can free us from guilt.
We know that Jesus experienced the totality of mortal existence in Gethsemane. It's our faith that he experienced everything-- absolutely everything. Sometimes we don't think through the implications of that belief.
We talk in great generalities about the sins of all humankind, about the suffering of the entire human family. But we don't experience pain in generalities. We experience it individually.
That means he knows what it felt like when your mother died of cancer- how it was for your mother, how it still is for you. He knows what it felt like to lose the student body election. He knows that moment when the brakes locked and the car started to skid. He experienced the slave ship sailing from Ghana toward Virginia. He experienced the gas chambers at Dachau. He experienced napalm in Vietnam. He knows about drug addiction and alcoholism.
Let me go further. There is nothing you have experienced as a woman that he does not know and recognize.
On a profound level, he understands the hunger to hold your baby that sustains you through pregnancy. He understands both the physical pain of giving birth and the immense joy. He knows about PMS and cramps and menopause. He understands about rape and infertility and abortion.
His last recorded words to his disciples were, "And, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world." (Matthew 28:20)
He understands your mother-pain when your five-year-old leaves for kindergarten, when a bully picks on your fifth-grader, when your daughter calls to say that the new baby has Down's Syndrome. He knows your mother-rage when a trusted babysitter sexually abuses your two-year-old, when someone gives your thirteen-year-old drugs, when someone seduces your seventeen-year-old. He knows the pain you live with when you come home to a quiet apartment where the only visitors are children, when you hear that your former husband and his new wife were sealed in the temple last week, when your fiftieth wedding anniversary rolls around and your husband has been dead for two years.
He knows all that.
He's been there.
He's been lower than all that.
He's not waiting for us to be perfect. Perfect people don't need a Savior. He came to save his people in their imperfections. He is the Lord of the living, and the living make mistakes. He's not embarrassed by us, angry at us , or shocked. He wants us in our brokenness, in our unhappiness, in our guilt and our grief.
You know that people who live above a certain latitude experience very long winter nights and can become depressed and even suicidal, because something in our bodies requires whole spectrum light for a certain number of hours a day.
Our spiritual requirement for light is just as desperate and as deep as our physical need for light. Jesus is the light of the world. We know that this world is a dark place sometimes, but we need not walk in darkness. The people who sit in darkness have seen a great light, and the people who walk in darkness can have a bright companion. We need him, and He is ready to come to us, if we'll open the door and let him. (Chieko N. Okazaki, pp. 6, 7, 8)
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