Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The boys most favorite part was taking a bath in Grandma and Grandpa's tub. They soaped themselves up and turned on the jets. Miraculously bubbles appeared, a lot of bubbles. They played in those until they were all pruny and shrivelled. The shrieks of laughter were contagious and they thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thank goodness I was privy to their plans. Santa did indeed retrieve his bell and was even kind enough to leave them a note thanking them for returning it to him. It turns out it was one of Rudolph's bells and he had been missing it. Thank heavens it was returned!
Connor was thoughtful in his letter and made sure to let Santa know that Uncle Garyn would be there so to please leave him a few gifts, and thank you for the gifts from last year. He was so concerned with being polite and pleasing Santa that he neglected to ask for anything!
Gage had his brothers help, oddly enough I think there are only a few of those items that Gage actually wanted, the others he was tipped of on by his brothers.
Tate painstakingly wrote several letters to Santa, each one growing larger than the last. In the end he left out all three letters for him to peruse. He even, as an after thought, included a thank you on the last letter. But my favorite line is "I was good this time." Compared to last time?
When he was pleased with his letter writing he conceded to helping his little brother with his list. Gage's list looks a whole lot like Tate, just covering all his bases I think. I love Christmas with kids, it is so much more magical and I just love to see their expressions and joy in giving and receiving. Merry Christmas kids!
After the lights we gathered at our house to eat crepes. Mmmm, Garyn stayed with us for Christmas and treated us to french crepes, complete with berries, whipping cream and all the fixins'. I could do that again!
The Christmas Spirit
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
McCall was already in bed for the night so I attempted to make hers, I had special pink candies and everything. In my mind it was going to be the cutest gingerbread house ever, and it was - but only in my mind. Ryan assembled it for me as I helped the boys out with theirs. Then I started decorating - cinnamon toast crunch shingles for the roof, pink m&m walkway, wreaths in the windows, icing icicles, such a beauty. In the middle of my decorating Gage paused from stuffing his face with candy and belted out, "Mom, your gingerbread house looks like a disaster!" For the life of me I could not understand what he was talking about, I thought it was looking good!
At that point it was time for the kids to get to bed. We tucked them in and did our nightly routine and Ryan and I headed back out to the kitchen to clean up the mess.
Lo and behold my gingerbread house had split in two and really was a disaster. Not sure how that happened, perhaps the superior engineering by Ryan?
Connor was VERY observant trying to find out if this was the real Santa or just a helper. In the end he just couldn't decide! He noticed this Santa did not need a pillow to stuff his suit, he DID have blue eyes, but the beard was fake ... hmmmm... his little mind was just a working. He watched very carefully when Santa left to see how he left, but Santa eluded him and left without a trace - which led to him finally deciding that it must be the real Santa and that his sleigh must have been up on the roof the whole time and he snuck away on it.
I love the believers!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
As I have been thinking about that statement a lot of things have come to mind, most of them experienced within the last two weeks.
- children "throwing" up
- cleaning "throw" up
- "throwing" snowballs
- "throwing" in the towel each night at bedtime
- "throwing" out garbage from countless school projects being brought home (as a side note, elementary schools must be the biggest money maker for loggers)
- "throwing" dirty clothes in the hamper, then in the washer, then the dryer
- "throwing" dinner together (pancakes tonight)
- "throwing" tantrums and trying to deal with them and discipline them
- "throwing" arms around each other each day to welcome the day and say goodnight
- "throwing" clothes on and breakfast in so we can get out the door on time
- "throwing" kids in the car and seat belts on
- "throwing" birthday parties (okay I am slacker at this one, but we did just celebrate McCall's first birthday)
So, if the "throws" of motherhood is more of this, bring it on, I love it. I have been finding motherhood to be the most wonderful full time job ever, and I am not just saying that. I really love the stage of life we are in, I love having all day with the kids and seeing them learning and growing and still willing to snuggle, give hugs and kisses and tell me they love me. I love being in the "throws of motherhood." Thank you for that blessing and gift.
Friday, December 4, 2009
- Connor, "well, I'm not going to touch her!"
- Tate, "sick, I hate Barbies, I am NEVER going to play Barbies."
- Gage, "I love pink!"
But they have all played dolls with her, they have each taken turns picking out outfits for her, including bows, bracelets, tights, shoes, matching blankets, and they love it. They all fought over who would wear the pink tie in family pictures so they could match their sister. They wake up first thing in the morning to play with her in her crib, they have been known to change diapers without being asked - not always that helpful in the end, but they want to anything they can for her. Each of them willingly gives up anything they are playing with or eating for her when she screams for it. She has them wrapped around her tiny little fingers.
McCall is a very particular little girl. She has always preferred mom or men. But the last several months her very favorite has been grandpa. He dotes on her and gives her more attention than anyone and she eats it right up, of course she can melt his heart with her quick smile and huge dimple.
She loves to play with her "baby" and swords all at the same time. She can be perfectly content playing with her stacking cups and see one of her brothers with Legos or a car and scream until she gets it. Only to drop it and go back to her cups.
She is a great sleeper and napper, for which I am very grateful. She loves to have a schedule and stick to it. She tolerates being wrestled with and bounced around by her brothers. Her least favorite thing is being told NO, something that will have to be said more and more I am afraid. She is joy and we just love the little stinker.
He thought on that awhile and asked me, "Mom, do you think people would vote for dad to be president?"
My reply, "nope, he is too nice a guy and has way to high of values."
He thought longer, "well, I really want to be a scientist and inventor when I grow up. But, if I am not smart enough to do that I guess I will be President instead."
Don't worry America, our future is in good hands!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
We had the time of our lives this past week - it helps that BYU squeaked out the win against the (stinky) Utes. We are die had BYU fans and always have been. Our boys LOVE BYU and everything about it. Gage is recent convert to the team and is probably our most outspoken child about how much the Utes stink and how awesome BYU is, thanks to aunt Jana.