Caleb’s brace and home owners

Caleb got his brace on Monday.  I was preparing for the worst and he has taken to it like it’s always been there.  Praise the Lord!  The doctor said the more he wears it the better so we just started putting it on him during naps as well.  He can still move in it.  If he were a better walker he could probably walk in it, but he has just now begun walking more than crawling. 

It’s a fairly simple device, it just straps to his legs and keeps his hips at the angle they need to be to grow the right way.  Six whole months.  It’ll be a trusted friend by then.  

 We closed on our house today and I’d love to share, but my head needs to be on a pillow in about five minutes.  All went well and we have a house, or a box as hubby says.  (We had a picnic dinner over there tonight and it was sort of a downer because none of our belongings were there, thus the box comment).  The kids had a blast running through all the rooms screaming, “This is our house! This is our house.”  Even Caleb got in on the screaming. 

Until next week…

I love homeschooling my kids

I have to admit there were some times when we were just thinking about homeschooling that I wondered if I would really like it or if it would be something like a chore.

It is no chore.  It is something that I am excited about doing everyday.  I do enjoy the break when weekends come only because there are things that desperately need to be done around the house, but when that school day starts again, I’m happy and ready to go. 

Granted, I’m just doing Kindergarten this year so it really is lots of fun.  Watching the kids grasp concepts, make profound statements and ask questions that I don’t know the answer to is so thrilling.  When Gabe comes home from his one day of Veritas it’s hard to get anything out of him about his day.  I often wonder what it would be like for longer days at five days a week in public school. 

Not only is it just fun to teach my kids, I’m spending time with them that I will never be able to get back.  I’ve read some organization books lately because of our move. (Highly recommended, I didn’t know there was such great information out there on getting organized.)  One of the books talks about how time is our most precious commodity.  I know we’ve all heard it, but it struck a chord with me when I read it.  We can get money back if it’s spent or stolen, we can replace material things if taken away or broken, but time is something that is gone forever once it is spent.  How do I want  to spend my time? 

I have a small secret and it is this:  Before homeschooling, I was beginning to grow weary of the time I spent with the kids.  Playing pretend, dress-up, and dollies was starting to drive me crazy.  I found myself making little excuses as to why I couldn’t play with them.  I felt really bad about this and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t enjoying these things anymore.  We all needed new challenges, new discoveries, new worlds for our imaginations to play in.  Homeschooling has provided that for us.  I love watching my children learn and see them take their new found knowledge and express it in their play.  And I love that we, as parents, were the ones to help impart that knowledge, that we are a part of their world through work and play.  It makes me smile. 

I am so excited to announce that we might be following Ambleside Online (AO) exclusively next year.  We’ve enjoyed Veritas for accountability and an outlet for Gabe to be in a learning environment with other children, but we are not in love with Veritas.  With the risk of sounding a bit cheesy, I’m in love with Charlotte Mason.  I’ve incorporated some of AO’s curriculum with Veritas and hands down, have enjoyed AO much more.  Gabe has taken a big interest in early american history, stories of battles and pioneer adventures.  (And Rome, after receiving the Playmobil arena for Christmas, he wants to know everything about the Colosseum.)   Miss  Mason states that “education is an atmosphere, a discipline, a life.”  I’m not feeling that with Veritas or any other curriculum.  Here is a short excerpt from the preface of a  book I keep at hand all the time, When Children Love to Learn. 

“Miss Mason was profoundly Christian, rooted in Scripture and immensely practical…She drew her view of human beings and especially of children from Holy Writ: ‘And first let us consider where and what the little being is, who is entrusted to the care of human parents.  A tablet to be written upon? A twig to be bent?  Wax to be moulded? Very likely; but he is much more–the Bible shows the deepest insight into what is peculiar to the children in their nature and estate…’ ”

Okay, I was only going to write a few minutes on how I love homeschooling and now it is way past my bedtime.  I’m a teacher, I’ve got to get up and be prepared to educate my children!

Until next week…

My Bread Story (and recipes)

Just some highlights of 2009. 

  • Gabe lost his first tooth
  • Chloe learned how to ride a bike without training wheels (that was so fun)
  • we made a spring and fall family trip to the beach
  • Gabe went on his “special” hiking trip with Daddy
  • went to Graceland with my parents
  • hubby pulled my first gray hair (then I went on to find about four more in that same week)
  • all the exciting firsts with Caleb, and he officially started walking in 2009, still mostly a crawler though
  • Sophie started saying her f’s and v’s correctly (it was so sad to see that go)
  • hubby and I celebrated 8 years of wedded bliss

Well, I just decided to write that before I started in on what I really wanted to post about.  I know there are more highlights out there, I just can’t think of them right now.

On to my planned post.  I decided that I wanted to write about my bread making experiences and share some recipes.   I thought now was a good time since my good friend, Liz, is interested in some recipes and bread making tips. 

First off, I need to give some background.  My dear husband can be a tiny bit difficult when it comes to food.  I would not classify him as a picky eater, by any means, but he certainly knows what he likes and doesn’t like.   He has been all for me making bread and experimenting with recipes, but he has never really converted to “my bread.”  Until recently.  I think he still has some misgivings about it, but I have just kept on making it and not buying store-bought. There hasn’t been any complaints.

In his defense, it has taken me quite some time to get to where I am today.  In the beginning, I really had no idea whatsoever about making bread.   Looking back, I can see how God has used my husband to help me in this whole process.  He always tried everything I put in front of him, even if he broke a tooth biting into it (that never really happened, but I’m sure there were times when he thought it had).  Most of the time it was constructive criticism and probably a joke or two about having sandpaper toast, but I took it okay.  I got frustrated a lot because I was really trying to do something good for my family.  I knew that my bread didn’t taste anything like the stuff you buy in the store, but I still wanted it to be good.  Even when I did make the occasional rock loaf I took comfort in the fact that it had to be better for me than the chemicals in sliced bread.  

So back to why I’m grateful for my husband.  Because he motivated me to keep trying.  He may not realize that he did this, but he did.  I was determined to put something on the table that we would all enjoy and I wasn’t going to stop until that happened.   He drove me to perfection.  Then I found it (well, not perfection, but a secret ingredient) the miracle to my bread making dilemma.  But before I found it there were some conversion moments. 

We were sitting at the table one night after dinner and somehow the discussion came up about how my bread doesn’t taste as good the day or two after making it.  My husband said something like, ”It gets all dry and tasteless, not like sliced bread from the store that stays moist and delicious.”  Well, that lit a fire in me to do something that I had been thinking about for awhile.  I said, “Hmmm, hold on a minute, I want to show you something.”  I went to my recipe box, pulled out my bread recipe, then grabbed a bread bag and proceeded to read to my family the ingredients of each.  Of course, reading mine took all of 10 seconds and every ingredient was recognizable by my 3-year-old.   By the time I was finished reading what was on the bread bag, my kids were looking at me like I just spoke to them in Korean.   My husband smiled a little smile and said, “That was pretty good, that was good.”  Now, that might have been a humorous moment for him, because he did think it was funny, but it was a huge breakthrough for me.  I just gave him a really big reason not to enjoy store-bought bread, how can you when you really have no idea what you’re eating?

The second breakthrough, the conversion of my kids.  Hubby occasionally gets groceries and on those days he might bring home a loaf of store-bought bread.  By this time, I was not buying it anymore.   We were getting ready to have sandwiches or something and he pulls his bread out of the bread box.  He says, “Okay, who wants the yummy bread and who wants Mommy’s bread.”  Gabe says, “The yummy bread?  That’s not the yummy bread, Mama’s is the yummy bread.  You like that stuff Daddy?  I like Mama’s much better.”  I won’t even try to describe the elation in my heart at those words.  

The miracle you ask?  It’s called Eagle Mills All Natural Unbleached All-Purpose Ultragrain Flour.  I know that grinding your own wheat is the most nutritious way to make bread, but we aren’t there yet.  I think a few years on just homemade bread, then I’ll try upgrading.  But for now, I will use Eagle Mills.  The problem hubby had with my past breads was the texture and how whole wheat can be pretty dense (at least mine was).  Ultragrain flour can be used like all-purpose flour, but it has 9 grams of whole grain in each serving and it tastes like white flour (I can taste the difference, but it’s subtle).  So I’ve just started using this flour for all my bread making needs.  Like I said, there hasn’t been any complaints so I’m going to just keep doing what I’m doing. 

Here are two recipes that I make all the time.  I’m going to see if I can insert a picture before I share the recipes. 

I have to put in that I LOVE my KitchenAid!  The recipe I am sharing will make two loaves, but I doubled it to make what I have in this picture. 

This recipe comes from “Catherine Clark’s Country Kitchen Breads.”  The book features the “Miracle Method” in which she shares a way to make bread without using all the rise time.  Her recipes are written to make the bread by hand, but I always use my KitchenAid so that is how I will write it.

Miracle White Bread

COMBINE IN LARGE BOWL (KithenAid bowl)

2 packets active dry yeast (or 4 1/2 teaspoons)

1 cup warm water

2 tablespoons sugar

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup ultragrain flour (or plain white flour)

Beat until smooth.  Cover; let rest in warm place 15 minutes.  This is the “Miracle Riser.”

TO “MIRACLE RISER” ADD

1 1/4 cups warm water*

1/4 cup instant nonfat dry milk*

2 tablespoons sugar

2 teaspoons salt

2 cups ultragrain (or white) flour

3 tablespoons soft butter or shortening

Beat 2 minutes with mixer.  Add 3 1/2 cups ultragrain (or white) flour to the bowl and switch mixer attachment with dough hook.  Mix until a stiff dough is formed.  Form into a smooth ball, cover.  Let rest 10 minutes.

Knead dough with dough hook on level 2 for 3-4 minutes.  Divide dough in half.  Mold into balls.  Cover with bowl; let rest 10 minutes. 

Shape loaves: roll out ball of dough on lightly floured surface to 15×6-inch rectangle, turning over once or twice while rolling.  Roll up tightly starting with 6-inch side.  Seal dough with heels of hands after each roll.  Seal ends.  Place loaf in well-greased 9×5x3-inch pan.  Cover and let rise in a warm place for 45 to 60 minutes, or until light and doubled in size.

Bake at 375 degrees for 30-40 minutes, or deep golden brown.  Loaves should sound hollow when knocked on.  Remove from pans immediately. 

*Fresh milk may be used.  Omit the 1 1/4 cups warm water and dry milk.  Scald 1 1/4 milk, then cool to warm. 

Honey Whole Wheat can be made with a few alterations.

Substitute 2 tablespoons brown sugar for the white sugar in the “Miracle Riser.”

Use 1/4 cup honey instead of 2 T white sugar in the second step, also add 2 cups whole wheat instead of white flour. 

Do all the rest the same.

As for storing bread.  I slice all of my loaves, bag them and put them in the freezer.  (Ha, we usually eat a whole loaf before it even gets near the freezer!)  You can thaw slices, as needed, wrapped in a paper towel or just toast them.   Mmmmm. 
I was going to share our favorite pizza dough recipe and great tips for making the best pizza crust, but I am so ready for bed.  If you’d like the recipe, let me know.  I’d love to share. 

Until next week…

Caleb news and house

I have been looking forward to this day all week.  Just a chance to think and write about what’s on my heart.  I’m not going to be able to get to any of the topics I mentioned last week.  Well, maybe, but there is just other stuff going on that I would like to share instead. 

First off, our fourth child.  He had hip dysplasia when he was born.  For the first six weeks of his life he was in a harness 24/7.  He then went 6 more weeks of wearing it at naps and bedtime.  This treatment is 98% effective for patients like him.  The poor guy has fallen into the other 2%.  We got his hips checked today and the x-rays showed that his hips were out of wack again.  He will, for the next six months, have to wear a harness at night.  Now, as a newborn, the harness was a cinch, he slept all the time, didn’t move around too much, just didn’t seem to care about the harness, in fact, he cried if we took it off.  I’m a bit nervous to see how the adjustment to this thing is going to be.  He has an appointment to fit him with a harness on Christmas Eve.  Merry Christmas Caleb!  You get to sleep like a frog at night for the next 6 months!  Hey, I’m not complaining.  Hubby was just talking with a doctor from our church tonight.  He said that a patient came in today, age 30, with double hip dysplasia.  He never had it taken care of as a child and now he is suffering.  As I understand, it can lead to severe arthritis in the hips around 30-40 years of age.  Caleb’s doctor said a lot of times it goes unnoticed, parents don’t have any reason to believe that their child has it and they never get treated.  Praise the Lord for modern medicine in times like this.   I will really be praying that the harness is effective this time around.  If not, Caleb would have to undergo surgery around age three, and it doesn’t sound fun. 

On a better note, we are buying a house.  It is going to be a little different from what we are used to.  It is one level and seems a bit smaller than our last two dwellings.  I’m excited for the change though and am looking forward to simplifying.  Ha, our family is growing and we are going smaller.  I have to say that my dear friend Laura from New York is an inspiration.  They have a tiny apartment and are a growing family of five.  I don’t think I’ve heard her complain about lack of space, or at least I have never heard her.  And I’ve always been jealous that she has a lot less to clean than I do, with no stairs to cart laundry up and down on.  (Don’t be surprised to hear from me Laura, I might be seeking your advice on space issues soon!) 

If all goes well we will close on the house January 15.  Our lease is up here in February so we’ll be able to move in a bit at a time.  I have given up on the dream of having a chunk of land complete with a big garden and chickens.  For now anyway, for now.  The house is settled in a nice neighborhood with another homeschooling mom nearby and lots of other children.  I’m thrilled to get into a house that I can call home.   We still have boxes that never got unpacked when we moved in here. 

I’ve got to get to bed, busy weekend ahead.  

Until next week…

Inspiration

Marcy, this post is dedicated to you since you have inspired me!  You are right, setting a weekly schedule to post makes so much more sense. 

I’ve decided that I will try to post something every Thursday or Friday night, whatever night hubby has to work a mid. Tonight I have so much I want to share, but I am anticipating a much awaited event. 

Two days ago I finished Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.  I have been working on it for months and I’m finished!  I LOVED it and am going to watch the BBC series of it from the 1980’s on Netflix.  I realize that most movies never do the book justice, but I had fun while reading it wondering how they might portray certain scenes.  I have never seen any of the movies of Pride and Prejudice, mainly due to the fact that if I ever watched it I wanted to read the book first.   So here I go.  Maybe on one of my “weekly” posts I will give a review of how the book and movie compare. 

Upcoming posts that I’d like to write about:

  • Jesse Tree and pictures, I have so enjoyed doing this with the kids, I just have to share (plus someone who actually reads my blog asked me about it).  ;)
  • Some Charlotte Mason comments from her second volume, Parents and Children,  oh so good!
  • A memory I have about sitting on my Dad’s lap and admiring his crow’s-feet.
  • Maybe some of the things God has been showing me through my decision to fast sugar for advent.
  • Homeschooling ideas.
  • BumGenius/Fuzzi Bunz review and comparison.
  • Homemade bread breakthrough (on the part of my husband!).

There seems to be so much more, until then….

Growing in size and faith

I promised my Dad last month that I would get a post in before the month of November was out.  I hate not being true to my word.  And I hate that I missed a month.  It just upsets my whole plan.  I’d like to one day get to posting once a week, but I can hardly do once a month, which is my so-called plan. 

Our Thanksgiving was not the greatest.  We did have nice ‘after’ Thanksgiving so that’s good.  I’m doing a Jesse Tree with the kids this year and we are all enjoying it.  It’s sort of like an advent calendar, but with a biblical bent.  We read a portion of Scripture each day and a small devotional and then one of the kids hangs an ornament symbolizing the reading on our Jesse Tree.  It is a great way for us to anticipate the coming of our Savior and be excited in those ways rather than getting so caught up with the “gimmies.”  I think Gabe is catching on quite well.  Here’s the story.

We were reading a Christmas book, nothing with a Jesus message,  just a book about a bear who is sad because he peeked at his Christmas present when he promised he wouldn’t.  Pretty cute story about repentance and forgiveness.  Anyway, at one point in the story Nora says the best part about Christmas is being surprised and Gabe suddenly interrupts and says,  “That’s not true, the best part about Christmas is glorifying God and being happy that He sent His son.”  I told him that it is fun to be surprised at Christmas and it’s important not to peek when we’re told not too, but “Yes son, you’re absolutely right, the best part about Christmas is Jesus.”  

We were listening to the radio when the Mercy Me song came on, “I Can Only Imagine.”  It was just the girls and Caleb in the car and Caleb was sleepy so I just asked the girls to be quiet and listen to the song.  Right in the middle of it Sophie shouts out, “Jesus makes me happy!”  And our reflective Chloe questions me at the end.  “Mama, do you think that when Jesus comes it will be heaven?”  Here are some more questions from Chloe.  Remember I have said before she doesn’t seem to say the cutesy things the others say, she’s serious about getting answers to her questions.  She asked me one day why God loves people who don’t love Him.  I told her that that was a good question for Daddy and that she should ask him when he gets home.  She forgot until after we had put them into bed.  She was so determined to get her answer that she sent Sophie out to ask us.  (She knows that there’s trouble if you get up after you’ve been put in bed.)  Sophie, of course, didn’t remember the question and when Daddy went in to scold both of them for breaking the rules he got a sobbing question from Chloe.  “Why does God love people who don’t love Him?”  Daddy answered quickly, “Because God is a good God, it’s called grace.”  He gave her no other answer and shut the door behind him.  I questioned her in morning and she said, “It’s called grace, Mama, even though some people don’t love God, He still loves them because He is a good God.” 

Here is Soph when I ask her if she tried turning on the water herself to clean up after lunch (she’s just a bit too short.)  “I tried with all my mighty, but I just couldn’t.”  She’s also said this on more than one occasion, “I tried a little bit, then I tried medium-sized, and then I tried really hard, but I couldn’t get it.”

Gabe has lost his first tooth.  He discovered it was loose in the middle of the night and he came in saying, “Mama, I have a loose tooth.”  I was so groggy that I confirmed that it was loose and said something like, “That’s nice, now get back in bed, we’ll check it out in the morning.”  He stayed right by my side and waited a few minutes, I began dozing off.  “Mama?” 

“What son?”

“What if it falls out in the night and I swallow it, that’s what Katie Beth’s Daddy said happened to her.”

“You’ve still got a way to go before it’s that loose.”

He got back into bed and was very excited the next morning to inform his sisters that he had a loose tooth.  I found out later that day that he had prayed that God would help the tooth not to bother him in the night and that it would come out quickly. 

The next night he was brushing his teeth and it happened quickly and painlessly.  It’s so fun to see your little boy’s prayers answered.  Of course, we know that they won’t always be answered quickly and we won’t always get what we’ve prayed for but what a great comfort it was to Gabe.  To know and feel God in a real way in his life.  And to think He did it through a little tooth.   

Caleb turned one last month.  Wow, 1-year-old.  He did not dive into his cake like the others.  He didn’t know what to think of the sticky frosting all over his fingers.  I think he’ll be all about spoons and forks when he learns.  He got a little push toy and he is always going around the house with that thing.  His favorite thing of late is to go through Daddy’s legs, he squeals and hollers and his whole body convulses as he pushes it through.  He also loves it when the kids hide and jump out as he passes.  I’ll have to get it on video before it becomes old news.   I think he might have said “No No” to Sophie today.  She is always in his face and usually he squirms and yells if he doesn’t like it, but I turned the corner and Sophie had a guilty face and Caleb was saying, “Na Noo!” 

They are all growing up.

Funnies

We’ve been crazy busy with Gabe officially starting Kindergarten this year.  He is doing great and the last few days I have been feeling like we have struck a groove and things are running smoothly all around.  Ha, we’ll continue to take it a day at a time.

The kids are really coming up with some hilarious and sweet comments.  I’ve got my post-it notes piling up so I thought it would be a good time to share. 

I’ll start with Gabe.

 Gabe:  Mama, are there women presidents? 

Me:  There hasn’t been one yet, but there can be and probably will be one day. 

Gabe: Oh…..Well, you could be president Mama, you’re pretty enough. 

Watch out America!

Gabe:  (after a nice long hefty burp)  Hm, that was quite refreshing.

Last one from Gabe.  We were going through some catechism questions (it has escaped me as to which ones) but after some reflection and a long pause Gabe said, “Saying these things makes me want to love God more.”

Chloe has been as talkative as ever and part of the reason I don’t have anything from her at the moment is because she says some of the most profound things. I’m stunned when she says them and can hardly remember what to write down.  I have found a sweet little trick for her to show kindness to Sophie (who can be very difficult for a just turned five-year old who likes to play her own things at times).  I explain to her, “Sophie loves to play with you because you have such good ideas and she wants to learn from you.  You are also a very good teacher and she knows that you will be patient with her.”  Then I will turn to Sophie and say, “Sophie, if you ask Chloe very nicely that you need help knowing how she wants to play she will be glad to show you, she is a very good teacher.”  It’s like magic.  Chloe says, “Come here sweetie, I’ll show you what I was trying to do.  No, not that way, like this, now Sophie just watch me, I will help you, sweetie.”

I’ll warn you that this next one involves potty talk (as in things that we should do in the bathroom).  Sophie came to me the other day in a high pitched almost squeal, “Mama, I’m so sorry, but I just pooped in my pants.”  I was frustrated, we’ve been having issues with her of late with little pee-pee accidents.  I took her to the bathroom and very irritatingly asked, “Sophie, why did you poop your pants.”  She stammered a bit with her answer and I asked her again.  She finally said, “Because I was starving of poopness.”  Of course, it was God’s way of shining some humor on the situation and helping me to show compassion for her.  I cleaned her up and laughed it off.   A lot of times when the kids are really thirsty or really hot or really tired, anything to the extreme,  they are “starving” of thirst or starving of tiredness, or whatever.  I can only guess that Sophie was really having to go poo-poo, so much so that she couldn’t hold it anymore.  She was starving of poopness, makes sense. 

I believe Caleb is now at the age that he can have his own tag line of “Calebisms.”  This boy is already talking.  Hubby says Gabe was talking this early, but I don’t remember it, perhaps because the girls seemed such late bloomers.   His words so far; Mama, DaDa, nana (banana), ma (more) na-NA (no,no).   Okay, so he’s still got a long way to go, but what else in life do you need to know but those five words?

Experimenting and Vacation

We are leaving for Georgia and Florida tomorrow.  I must be in bed to get up early and pack up the car.  The plan is  to leave soon after hubby comes home from a midnight shift.  I’ll drive, he’ll sleep.  And the kids, they’ll color, read, and watch videos. 

I’m going to try and experiment with some photos.  Here goes.

Sophia's Birthday Cake

Sophia's Birthday Cake

 

Yipee!  It’s working!  I’m very excited.  I haven’t tried photos in a while because I would just get frustrated.  It seems WordPress has made some improvements or maybe it’s my computer?

I’ll try another one.

Spring Robins

Spring Robins

 

Awe, our little robins.  Okay, I’m already up 12 more minutes than I was going to be.

“It’s Gremlins.”

I have a fond memory of my Dad and me sitting on a chair in our old Bus (yes, we lived on an old school bus, another story for another time).  He had this little toy boat that was small enough to fit in his mouth.  He pulled me on his lap and put the boat in his mouth.  I watched in bewilderment as he “swallowed” it and wondered in amazement as he pulled it out from behind my ear.   It was truly magical. 

What a delight it is to watch my children witness those magical moments.  Sadly, Gabe is starting to question already how things happen.  Today, Daddy put a peach pit in his mouth, “swallowed” it, and magically coughed it back up again.  The girls sat there with wide eyes, much like me and the boat, but Gabe’s first response was, “How did you do that Daddy?”  Somewhere he has gotten the notion that things like that just can’t happen.  I’m glad, he can’t always live in a fairy land, but I can’t help feeling a little sad that my boy is growing up. 

I found our Christmas letter to Santa last year and I talked to the kids about leaving the cookies for Santa.  Chloe went on to say that she knows he’s real because he ate all the cookies.  Gabe is convinced that we told him that we ate them.  I have the feeling that he just “knows” we ate them and the magic is fading.  The girls, on the other hand, are certain that Santa is real and it would really crush them to hear otherwise. 

I have another fond memory of when I was little when we were visiting my mom.  She was cooking in the kitchen and my sister and I giggled at her as we heard a little toot coming from her direction.  She asked us what we were laughing at and we told her that we heard her toot.  She said in the most grave tone, “Oooooh no, Mom’s do not fart……. it’s gremlins.”  We have since found out the truth to that , but at the time, we really thought gremlins were around when we heard such noises. 

Well (as embarrassing as this is to confess)…… I have decided to carry on my mothers tradition.  My children are fully aware of little tiny creatures that roam about making noises and running away quickly so you can’t see them.   Unfortunately, there are quite a lot around here, I think due to an inherited genetic disorder (or should I say, curse) from my fathers side.  My husband, (I’m so sorry honey, if you ever read this) does not particularly care that there are so many of these things around.  And mind you, that is greatly part of the reason that they exist.  The children telling Daddy that there are gremlins around is much better to me than saying that Mama farts a lot.  Sorry, that seems like too much, so I just have to say that I really am respectful of the fact that my husband would like a lady as a wife and ladies just don’t do that.  But, it goes back to my curse, does he really expect me to be uncomfortable all the time?  Probably so, he would be disgusted that I am even saying the word on my blog.  Anyway, I do appreciate that he wants to always think of me as a lovely lady and I’d like my children to think of me in that way as well, thus gremlins have to exist. 

Okay, so I got off of magical moments to gremlins.  I’m tired.  Goodnight.

Enjoying those little moments

When my husbands sister came to visit a few weeks ago she let us go out together while she did bedtime duty with the kids.  As we were leaving Chloe gave me a kiss and said, “Mama, the next time Aunt Debra comes, she can watch us and you and Daddy can go mating.”  Yes Chloe, like the dragonflies we saw flying together the other day?

I sometimes like to do a British accent when we’re reading stories, ya know to spice things up a bit (and to keep me awake sometimes).  The other day the children were playing “Save the Baby Prince” I guess.  Gabe was doing all manners of swiping the sword and silly running around.  Caleb was quite amused, but to Chloe it was a threat to the dear baby prince.  In her best four year old British accent she said, “Don’t make the baby upset! Leave the baby alone!” 

Yesterday, I was reading a book to Sophie and it had a girl in it that needed a private teacher, only the word used was ”tutor.”  Sophie got a good giggle out of that word.  She would giggle every time I said the word ”tutor” when I was trying to explain to her what it was.  (Kind of like the word “butler.”  The kids used to get into histarics when we read that word). 

I sent Gabe on an errand of getting some cornstarch from our neighbor.  I told him to be sure to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’  When I heard his report when he came in the door I was a little disappointed to learn that he did not say thank you.  I told him that he needed to sit down now and write a thank you note and deliver it right away.  He really did not want to do this.  I told him that it would be a lesson for him to remember to be polite the first time.   He said, “Mama, I think I’ve aleady learned my lesson.”  (He’s getting pretty smart these days, in more ways than one.)  I still made him do it and when he came back we was all smiles.  “I thought I was going to be the one surprising them, but as I looked up she was standing in the doorway greeting me. I was talking to myself praying that God would help me to be brave.  And he did!”

Caleb is as fun as ever and on the move.  He is everywhere.  He hasn’t presented to be too much of a problem on all fours, aside from a tipped over plant and a few small items headed for his mouth.  He has already learned what “no” means and if said too harshly he pulls out the lower lip tremble.  He reminds me so much of Chloe in that way.  But not when I change his diapers.  Chloe would just lay there like a lump.  Caleb is really the wiggliest baby ever when I’m changing him.  Gabe was pretty wiggly, but he was mean wiggly and that was easy to correct because it was not cute.  Caleb squeals with delight to try and get away and even when I try to be firm he giggles even harder.  I cannot get serious about getting him out of this habit, but it really is so funny.

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