This post has been "under construction" for quite some time. My apologies to those that hope for more frequent posts. In late August, I started what might be termed a "real job". I'm no longer subbing, but rather have a regular teaching job which involves planning and shopping. Work, home and family duties absorb most of my hours (at least the ones not spent in gmail, Facebook and getting some sleep). Leesha has had some challenges and transitions of her own that affect the family too. Enough of that .... here are some excerpts from the lives of our little ones.
Moments you realize your babies aren't babies any more:
When your child starts walking up stairs one foot after the other, rather than always stepping up with either the right or left foot.
When your 2 1/2 year old informs you; "Mom, I got a wedgie."
When you tell your 4 1/2 year old that you don't want to learn how to play chess with him.
When they say "food" instead of "sood" and "fingers" instead of "singers", etc. (3-10-12)
"I wanna be if God mom. I miss God." - Maggie ("if" = with)
"E N" = Maggie's version of "The End"
Recently, she's been talking about " N I gro up ...." (when I grow up ...)
Maggie: "When I grow up I can be Prince Eric! I can sing Little Mermaid; Ah aha Ah aha."
Jack (running in from another room): "You can pray to God if you want to be a Mermaid for real."
We have a few regular CD's:
The Little Mermaid soundtrack
The Lion King soundtrack
A Mighty Wind soundtrack
and sadly (to the kids) the retired Veggie Tales "Grandpa Bob's Old Time Radio Show"
With the frequent playing and re-playing (some of you may know what I'm talking about) of the CD's, they're getting smudged and scratched. My remedy: breathe heavily on it, then "polish" it on my shirt. Maggie copies me. It's hilarious to see her perched up on Jack's loft bed, grab the disk from the player, breathe on it several times - almost to the point where she seems a tiny bit woozy - and then rub it on her bare belly. Of course, this doesn't help one bit, save for a smile on mom's face.
Grandma and Grandpa Sorley's neighbors own chickens. Jack went with Papa Gordy the other day to collect eggs. He got to bring some home and was almost convinced that they would be hatching. (I should maybe mention that they have hens, but no rooster). He was carting them around with us repeatedly warning him to be careful and stay away from the carpet, etc. One broke. When asked about it, he said he pushed his thumb in it too hard.
We enjoyed a few days up on Lake Mille Lacs with Grandpa and Grandma Willis. A wonderful break from the routine. About a week after our excursion to Isle, MN, Jack wanted to go back to the bakery where we got the peanut butter cookie because he wanted a donut now. Sometimes it's funny what they remember.