Sunday, November 19, 2006

Turkey Day Vacation

It is 9:27AM on a Sunday morning, I'm still in my pajamas and my plans for the day include getting ready for church, going to an open house, Christmas shopping and maybe some Christmas decorating this evening. If you have small children, youre probably already asking yourself- and are the kids going to come along in all of these activities? What about naps and bedtime? Shopping with toddlers? How are you going to do that? Is Eric really going to stay home with them all day while you skip aroun Lexington?
It is the wierdest feeling in the world for me, but Eric and the kids have gone to Greenfield to stay with his Mom and Dad for Thanksgiving and I'll join them on Tuesday night because I have school Monday and Tuesday. Eric has to come back early- Friday night- for school and I'll stay up there until Sunday afternoon. I can't express how strange the last 12 hours have been, being in my house with no family. I cleaned things up yesterday afternoon and they're still clean. I went out with friends last night, stayed out late and slept in this morning. There is this strange emptiness in the house. Is this what it would be like with no kids? It's kind of refreshing for a day or two, but I think it's going to get old really fast. I'll be glad to see all of them Tuesday night.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

T-Shirts and Super Heroes

Just the other day, I was trying to coax Elijah into getting ready for school. Seems easy enough, right? Well not when you pick out a shirt that has a collar and no super hero on the front. It was picture day (I think) and I thought that it would be nice to have a picture of him without Spider Man, the Fantastic Four, Superman or Mr. Incredible on the front of it. Well, it turned into a wild rant and screaming tantrum of utmost proportions. Who knew it was so important...

Until, later that day I thought about it again. How many wives have to coax their husbands into wearing a nice shirt? How many men are still obsessed with wearing a comfortable shirt (something without a collar) and a super hero on it. Maybe not superman (or for some maybe it is) but an adult super hero. Jeff Gordan, LeBron James, Brian Urlacher, Napolean Dynamite...OK the last one may be a stretch but you get my meaning. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I should go a little easier on my 4 year old because there are grown men who are still throwing tantrums about wearing a t-shirt with a super hero on it. There you go. Not too enlightening but hopefully you'll think of me the next time you see a man with a "super hero" shirt on...

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Brotherly Love

Last night I was giving the boys baths, rotating them in and out of the tub. Isaiah first, then add Micah in with Isaiah, then take Isaiah out and put Elijah in with Micah. Then take Micah out, then Elijah out. Poor middle child Micah never get the tub to himself. Anyway, I was drying Isaiah off on our bed and Elijah was in our room getting undressed, and Isaiah was fussing, just cold and tired and ready to be in bed. I had towels wrapped around his head and body and Elijah came over next to him and said, "It's OK Isaiah." Then he said, Mommy, can I sing Isaiah a song to make him feel better. I said, "sure" expecting to hear the theme song to Cyber chase or something about Spiderman, but instead Elijah started making up a song.
Don't be afraid of the towels
They won't hurt you or eat you
Don't be afraid of the towels
You don't have to be scared
I---- zay--- ah----"
Apparently, in his assessment, Isaiah must surely be fussing because of a fear of the towels he was wrapped in. Why didn't I think of that?

I couldn't get to the camera to take a picture while Isaiah was wrapped up, but this is the after effect of the song. :)

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Play Doh Boys

Ahh the simple pleasures. How many of us get to put aside all of the stresses of life and dig our fingernails into some fresh Play Doh on a regular basis. Just one of the many privileges of parenting- the chance to relive those simple pleasures....for about 30 seconds.
Isaiah decided to eat part of his piece then throw the rest on the floor. Then I noticed the mountain of dishes in the sink, which conveniently enough cleans that pesky Play Doh right out from under your fingernails.


Halloween has got to seem like the best day in the world to a little kid. First of all you get to dress up like your favorite superhero or character all day, then you get to go around and knock on people's doors. They greet you warmly and give you candy. Your mom reminds you to say thank you and you mosey on to the next friendly door.

This year we went to Main St. Wilmore for Halloween. They block of both ends of main street with fire trucks, then, as if that weren't enough excitement for any preschool boy, the businesses on both sides of the street have games for kids to play and of course lots of treats. Isaiah was even entertained the whole time, so you know it was a good night if he was happy.

Simile Metaphor Collection

Elijah after running: My heart is beating like a coconut rolling down a hill.
Elijah on urination: Pee is like horses galloping out of the gate. Once they get started you just can't stop them.
Elijah: If school were a human I'd give it a wedgie.
Elijah: I am like a hot rod and I just want to be a plain old Ford
Elijah on the fruits of the spirit: I've got them all covered except self-control. Its like a tiny green tomato and the rest are all big ripe ones. Especially love. Its like the biggest tomato we saw in the garden tonight.