Conversation at the dinner table:
Keaton: Man, this stuffing is so good.
Kolby: Yeah. Wanna know why it's called stuffing?
Keaton: Because it makes you feel stuffed!
Kolby: Yup. And, because that's how you make it...with stuff.
Keaton: Sure thing Kolby. That's all there is to cooking. You just combine stuff, serve it, and viola! You are a cook!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Conversation at the dinner table:
Everyone's clothes are hung up! Miracle.
So because I get quite a chuckle out of some of my facebook posts, and because there is a lot of statements I make on facebook that never make it into a blog post, I decided not to wait the entire year before I try to copy/paste the status updates into my blog book. Thus, we begin the monthly facebook edition of status updates. (Not all status updates are included. I've made it a personal choice to be very limited with my facebook friends, so I've copied only the posts that I would feel comfortable making a blog post about.) This is more for my record-keeping benefit, but I think you'll enjoy it too.
January Facebook Status Updates:
Friday, May 25, 2012
Last night, Kennedy finally got her balance right, as she learned to ride her two-wheel bike. After begging and begging for her daddy to take her training wheels off, he finally obliged last week. She still relied heavily on the training wheels, riding with major side-tippage. We told her she had to balance right in the middle, if she was going to stay upright on her bike.
After a bit of practice, she got it! She had so much fun with it, that even after it was time to be inside for the night, she got special permission to go in our backyard and practice making short little balancing trips back and forth along our little cement area.
Today, after the last day of school, she practiced more but going up and down the street, and then finally, taking the big plunge: a ride around the block with big brother Keaton.
As per tradition, we took a "last day" photo, to go with our "first day" photo. To give a refresher, here is what my little school-angles looked like on the first day last fall.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
In just a few short months, she'll be starting first grade. Congratulations Kennedy!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Still pining for the curly Q hairy chest and the artfully applied mustaches from our Italian night a few weeks ago, both the boys wanted to wear their pseudo facial and chest hair to school on Carnival day. I was happy to oblige, especially since in their excitement, they did their morning chores quickly and with good attitudes, so they could have time to get it drawn on.
They left for school looking quite dapper, both of them having slicked back their hair as well as put on button down shirts that seemed worthy of Italian style.
They had a great day, which I asked them about as soon as they walked in the door after school, but left to their own devices at school, having found out that eyebrow pencil wipes off too easily, they used lead from some thick art pencils to recreate the effect.
So apparently instead of my boys looking Italian suave, they had a bit of a digression, but that didn't stop them from enjoying their day with an extra boost of manliness.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Keaton is generally so well tempered. He is thoughtful and kind and concerned about others. In fact, during school, there was another student who sat by Keaton. She accused him of stealing her pencil, which he didn't. He was very adamant that he did not take her pencil, but if she wanted it he would give it to her. She caused such drama, during school, and Keaton felt so attacked, that they had a talk with their teacher after school one day, and Keaton got to move his desk away from her.
He is very much like me, in the fact that even though he knew he had done nothing wrong, he still felt terrible about the fact that someone could accuse him of wrongdoing. He is simply a really good kid, and I'm amazed at how responsible and well-intentioned he is.
A few weeks ago, Keaton told me that his throat was hurting. I thought he meant that the inside of his throat hurt, and told him that was normal, especially in the morning, when you wake up and your throat is dry. He said "No mom, the pain isn't on the inside. It's on the outside, on this big lump on my neck." So I palpated his neck, and there was a really good size lump for sure. It was tender to the touch, and also bothered him if he strained his neck one way or another. He said he'd had it for about two months and it seemed to be getting bigger.
Not really one to go to the doctor that often (except for Kimble), we made an appointment with our pediatrician for the following week, during the school day. Previously, Keaton had been super excited about the fact that he was in the running to get a new bike from the school. All the kids who hadn't missed any days of school would be entered into a drawing on the last day of school, to win a bike. One bike for a girl, and one bike for a boy. Keaton has been talking about the fact that his dad won't need to fix his current bike, because he was going to win a new bike.
I was worried about having his doctor's appointment during school, because that might mean that he wouldn't be in the running for a new bike anymore. When I suggested this to Keaton, he said "Mom, bikes don't matter. What really matters is being healthy." Such a sweet kid.
So when the day came for his appointment, he was already at school. I checked him out, and said I'd check him in again when his appointment was over, so he wouldn't have to miss a day of school and he could still possibly win the bike. We went to the appointment, and the doctor was very curious about the lump, the size of the lump, how long it had been there, and why it was there without previous sickness to give reason for the inflammation.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Mr. Kimble and Kennedy have both recently done a nose-dive to the cement ground. It happened to Kennedy on the way home from school one day. She must have tripped, going too fast for her little feet, and slid her face along the sidewalk as she fell. Kimble's happened last last weekend, as he was stepping down our back door stairs. He lost his footing and went face first to the next step. Ouch!
We had the kids shovel and shovel and shovel the manure into our wheel barrel, and then transfer it to the planter beds. Most of the kids were happy to do it. Kolby hated it and complained the entire time. After all, it takes a lot of loads to fill each of the six-foot planter beds. Kennedy helped smooth out the layers, as we filled it with soil, manure, pete moss, and more manure.
We even found some pots of different sizes so that Kamy could have her own little garden to grow and take care of, as part of her young woman personal progress that she works on for church. She made sure to fill her pots with soil/manure and get it prepped for the seed starters that were growing.
After a few weeks, we were ready to plant our starters, which we had been acclimating outside for about a week. As The Husband and I began the process of planting all of the little plants into the big garden beds, in nice orderly rows and clearly marked with our popsicle stick markers, Kamy chose about a dozen plants for her little garden, including jalapenos, tomatoes, pumpkin, zucchini, sunflowers, and bell peppers.
Now our plants are officially growing outside. We hope they produce lots of veggies. The zucchini and squash plants were the best looking, so we have high hopes for them. Growing a family garden is so exciting!!
A few weeks ago, as we were preparing to go to a Farmer's Market Kick-off Party, I let the market person know how many of us to expect. I told her 2 adults and 5 kids, which doesn't seem that unordinary to me. She gasped. "5 kids! Seriously! You birthed 5 kids!?!" Uh, yeah. Big deal, right?
Then I started to think: Yes. It is a big deal. This especially hit home today, as I looked around the church congregation and saw that one of my close friends wasn't present. She is older than me, and due to the cards dealt her, she has never been able to have children of her own. She has a few step-sons, but I know that isn't the same, when you long to carry a child. So here I am, complaining about my kids, and I think I even said something to my kids along the lines of "Don't talk to me" as we were driving to church. Yeah. I should be slapped. Totally ungrateful.
I looked around some more at church, and saw many wives whose husbands were deployed, and yet they are at church with their kids, trying to teach them good things and are doing it alone.
I thought about the friends I have who have lost a child in their life, and they no longer get to see their sweet children grow up and discover new things. I'm sure their arms ache all the time, but today especially.
I thought about what my life would be like next year at this time. Will Kimble survive his next surgery? Will something happen to one of my other kids? This is a very sensitive subject for me, and I have no right to be so annoyed at being a mother, today of all days, when I have so many blessings in front of me.
My attitude needs to be changed, and I'm the only one who can do it. I really am so grateful for my family, and each one of my children that God blessed me with. I will be a better mother, so I can deserve them.
This weekend, the kids and The Husband presented me with my Mother's Day gift. They each made a card for me, and wherever you see words, they glued on flower seeds. All I have to do is "plant" the papers where I want them, and the seeds will grow in the shape of the words. I also got a package of bulb flowers, to plant in our front yard. Very fun! I can't wait to see how they grow! (Side note: Kolby likes to look as displeased as possible, in pictures now....his choice. oh well.)
After church today, my three primary-age kids gave me cards that they filled out during primary. The answers were interesting and funny, so I thought I would share some.
Question: My favorite thing to do with my mom is: Throw balloons (Kolby), help her (Kennedy), spend time with her (Keaton).
Question: My mom doesn't like: Dogs (Kolby), Drama (Kennedy), Shopping (Keaton).
Question: What is her favorite hobby? Sewing (Keaton and Kolby), Traveling (Kennedy).
Question: My mom helps me: Bike ride (Kolby), learn to be safe (Kennedy), Choose the right (Keaton).
Question: My favorite memory about my mom is: When she made me a doll that looked exactly like me (Keaton).
Question: Describe your mom: My mom has brown hair, she is 15 years old, she loves the color pink and she likes to eat (Kennedy). My mom's name is Shaina, she is 35 years old and 60 inches tall. She has red hair and she likes to sew (Kolby). My mom is 35 and she has brown hair (Keaton).
Keaton also gave me a handwritten note that he worked long and hard on. It reads:
You are so special to me, I wouldn't live without you. You cook dinner for us and I say Whoo Whoo! I feel so safe and happy because you hug me so lovingly that I love you too. I would like to help you so much that I can't help enough. You help me so that I love you too.
I'm very thankful for my kids; each one of them. Even when I struggle to get them to understand all the things I try to teach them, I love each one of them and am so happy they have blessed my life.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Kimble can now reach his cup up to the water dispenser on our fridge door, and he fills up his own cup of water. We realized he could do this when we noticed lots of water spills awaiting us everytime we went into the kitchen.
Kimble enjoys having his teeth brushed now. Huge success!
Instead of running out the door and into the street everytime we leave the house, he now runs to the van and waits until I open the door, so he can climb into his seat. Likewise, when we arrive home after errands, I get him out of the van, give him my house keys, and he runs up to the door (instead of to the street like he use to do) and tries to open the door. This gives me a chance to gather bags and other stuff from the van, and bring it inside without having to drop it to run after Kimble. I feel brilliant about this idea I had. Works marvelously.
Kimble tells me when he's stinky, and he intentionally toots when I'm changing his diaper, and giggles at his accomplishment. He's not ready to be potty trained, but we are making progress with understanding what "stinky" is.
Kimble is very opinionated. He knows when he's being ornery. He throws a few temper tantrums. He says "sorry" when he needs to. He is still a sweet boy, but he sure does have his moments of showing us that he is two years old!
Friday, May 11, 2012
There's a first time for everything, right? Kimble had his first smores a few weeks ago, at our cubscout backyard outdoor campfire activity. Of course, it poured rain the first half of the evening, and we only just managed to have the storm clear out right when it was time to serve up the smores. Perfect timing, eh?