Friday, February 29, 2008

I need a video camera!

Oh man, you know how you want a video camera to record all those precious baby moments? First words and smiles and steps? That is all terrific, but I want one, need one to record my precious 10 and 13 year old boys.
The other day I heard them saying words that sounded strangely familiar. I edged closer to listen. Yep, sure enough, they were acting out scenes from Monty Python. And it was gut-wrenchingly funny. My 10 year old is an ace at accents, oh my goodness I nearly peed my pants listening to him!
Now I love Monty Python, not as much as my husband, but I appreciate a good laugh. But it has been years since we have watched any and we had never introduced our children to the wonders of The Search for the Holy Gail et al. I guess I kind of thought it was a bit inappropriate for pre-teens. Apparently one of the older boy's friends from youth group told him to search Monty Python on youtube and my boys thought it was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen.
I have to say that I think their renditions are far better than the originals, but I may be a little biased. I mean who needs tv when you have 2 of the world's comic genius' performing in your own basement?
I now know what I am gonna do tonight. Pick up the makings of a Monty Python marathon and for pizza. Me n my boys are gonna have some laughs together, and you can never do that with your children enough.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Where can I go... to be alone?

Ah. Life with a 2 year old. Life with a 2 year old means coming upstairs to the ominous sound of a buzzing electric toothbrush and the discarded box of your new tube of toothpaste and feeling instant panic. I walked into my ensuite to find my Girly precariously perched on the back of her little potty leaning over the sink holding the whirling toothbrush in her teensy hand. "I bwush my teef, Mom!" Yes, and your arms and face and tummy and leg and who knows what else. ugh.

There is never a dull moment in the Mighty house and that is usually just fine. I have to say that I do really cherish the quiet moments, the cuddles and kisses, the story time, but most of all, the solitary moments. I really need my alone time. Quiet and still and utterly alone moments where I can read a book or just sit and think.

In a home with 4 kids and one in which we home educate, there are very few opportunities to be alone. And quiet is almost unheard of. And if the quiet comes while the children are in the home and awake, it is actually undesirable. Every mom knows that quiet equals destruction. Almost. every. time.

My kids have decided that Mommy's room and bed are where they want to spend their time. Bouncing on my bed. Wrestling their dad to the bed. Having snacks and watching a video. (getting crumbs in my bed) Bringing in a bag of toys and spreading them around my room. Dancing, pushing, jumping, screeching, fighting, crying all in my sanctuary. I love my kids to pieces and I adore having some cuddles with them all tucked up snug in my bed. But, to be honest, I would rather have my room to myself. I have very little space of my own and I would rather not roll over in bed onto a lego.

I have tried to set limits, and to enlist my husband's help. Read: Screaming at the top of my lungs, "No wrestling in Mommy's bed! Mommy's bed is for sitting and cuddling. No Jumping!!! BRENT!!!" while cowering under my pillow, making a sound reminiscent of the wicked witch melting in water, and trying to avoid being trampled IN MY OWN BED! But Mom's room is still their favourite place to be. I guess that must be because it is my favourite place to hang out as well. And they kinda like me.
I like them too, and there is no one else on earth I would rather spend time with. Except maybe myself. Someday.

ps: I am feeling much better already, head cold almost obliterated!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

My Snergelly Snoz

So my family is having some fun at my expense. I was trying to do some spelling with the kids, but I can't really speak coherently. As my eldest pointed out, I sound like I have smallish bees in my nose like the Once-ler of Lorax fame:
Then he grunts, "I will call you by Whisper-ma-Phone,
for the secrets I tell are for your ears alone."

Down slupps the Whisper-ma-Phone to your ear
and the Once-ler's whispers are not very clear,
since they have to come down
through a snergelly hose,
and he sounds as if he had
smallish bees up his nose.
Now the three oldest men in my house are holding their noses and talking trash to me. Nice.

So last night after my eldest son's team owned their opponents 12-3, my son's coach talked to my husband. He said that he didn't know if he should say anything, but he was in complete shock. He told my husband that my son had sworn in the dressing room. He said, 'sh!t'. Now this was so out of character for my sensitive, kind, sportsmanlike, encouraging his teammates, 'set-apart' son, that his coach and teammates could not believe it. The Boy told us that the other boys laughed and said that it must be the first time the Boy had ever sworn.
I think my boy was a bit embarrassed by the attention. I also think he learned a lesson. People are watching and paying attention to him. He sets himself apart from his peers. He has a deep abiding love for his God that permeates his character. It shows in all his interactions with others. His teammates and friends expect him to act a certain way and they respect him for it. So when he does something out of character people notice that too. He now knows that he needs to be aware of what comes out of his mouth and how he comports himself as a child of God.
What a great reminder for all of us. What image am I portraying to those around me? Does my character stand my faith in good stead? I am especially concerned with my deportment in my home. Am I someone I want my children to emulate? Our children are most likely to become like their parents, so it is pretty darn important that we are examples of what we would like them to be. Our actions speak far louder than words.
We all had a good conversation and a few laughs over this incident, my poor boy was so embarrassed that I knew, that his father brought it up in front of me. It did give me a great opening to share a story from his much younger days though.
It was thanksgiving dinner the year he was in grade 2. His dad was away in Michigan working and I had invited my cousin and her hubby and their friend for dinner. We were sitting there eating our turkey and my sweet little boy piped up. "Mom, what does f*u*k*c spell?" I could tell from the look on his not so innocent face that he knew he was saying something 'bad' and shocking. All of us grown-ups looked at each other and burst out laughing in shock. To be honest, we were laughing just as hard at the fact that my super smart kid had spelled the swear word incorrectly as that my sweet, innocent child was asking about a swear word.
I tried to calmly explain what the word was and that it was a nasty, filthy word. I asked him where he had seen that word. He told me that it was written on the fence boards on a path near school. Darn that graffiti!
I think my eldest children have been feeling a bit neglected lately, I have not been really on my game since I got pregnant. I deal with the littles because they absolutely need me to feed them and dress them and and wipe their bums. I have left the older two to do a lot on their own. And it seems to be affecting them negatively. Tonight was a nice opportunity to reconnect with them and laugh together.
Even if it was at the expense of me and my stuffy nose.

Monday, February 25, 2008

I won! I won! I won!

I did, I won a blog contest!
My friend Ali at RN mom was hosting a contest to win a children's book. All you had to do was share 3 of your favourite kids books and then she drew 2 names to receive a book. I have to go to her blog and choose my favourite from her Amazon side bar. I am so excited! I think I may go for the Dinosaur Sandra Boyton book, my little monkey boy is really into dinos right now and you can never go wrong with Boyton.
Thanks so much Ali!

Sunday, February 24, 2008

A new week's begun...

Well, it has been a pretty quiet weekend around here, other than me giving the husband the gears for working on Saturday. Poor guy. But we just really like to hang out with him!

I am playing hooky from teaching Sunday School. I am sick again. Waaah! I woke up 2 days ago with a sore throat and as of last night I could no longer breathe through my nose. I have to say that is seems entirely unfair to be sick twice in the first trimester. Don't ya think?
Well, by the end of the week I will entering the second trimester and I fully intend on feeling healthy and energized for those entire 3 months. The bonus being that the snow is melting so I will soon be able to take nice long walks outside again. Right now the snow has melted into tons of ice everywhere and I feel like I am taking my life into my hands every time I walk to the driveway. Hopefully we will get some nice chinook winds to blow that stuff out of here.

I am now sitting here with my cup of tea, hoping that the steam will allow me to breathe again, and feeling a bit disturbed. Last time I was sick the only thing that helped was drinking cup after cup of tea. I couldn't handle the caffeine in the evenings though, it kept me up all night. So my husband was kind enough to pick up an assortment of non-caffeinated teas.
Because they were all herbal teas I was afraid to try them in case any of them had ingredients that were not safe in pregnancy. I used the peppermint because peppermint is the only ingredient and I figured that was pretty okay. Thankfully it is. I just googled herbal teas in pregnancy and the large number of ingredients that are not considered safe for pregnant women is astounding. I did not realize that chamomile can have adverse effects on the uterus. Thankfully I have only had one cup of that!
The one I really wanted tonight is the lemon zinger, it sounds like it would be so good on my throat right now. Too bad it also contains hibiscus and lemon grass, both considered unsafe.
Here is a list of teas ingredients to avoid in pregnancy. This is not an exhaustive list, just some of the items I found in my quick bit of research.
These include anise, catnip, chamomile, comfrey, ephedra (called ma huang in traditional Chinese medicine), European mistletoe, hibiscus, horehound, Labrador, lemongrass, licorice root, mugwort, pennyroyal, raspberry leaf, rosemary, sage, sassafras, stinging nettle leaf, vetiver, and yarrow. The article said that in large amounts they can stimulate the uterus and induce miscarriage, it also talked about how concentrated these herbs are in teas.
I have to be honest, the only ones I knew to be contraindicated in pregnancy were raspberry leaf ( I knew people used this to induce labour) and ephedra and I most likely would never have drank anything with mistletoe, nettle leaf, mugwort or yarrow in it. But I would have assumed lemongrass and licorice root, probably hibiscus, rosemary and sage were safe. Thankfully we can learn new things every day.
I can't wait to crawl into my bed and fall asleep, I hope I can sleep straight through til morn and feel much better then.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

New Photos!

Check out my photo blog for some new pics of my cuties.

But I just set my photo blog to invite only because of some spam I have received. I feel weird about posting my kids pics on there and getting spam for dating sites. Please email me your email addy for an invite. I would love to share my photos with you guys!
I am also in the process of removing photos of my kids faces from this blog, but don't worry, I am reposting many of them on the photo blog. And I will have to find other photos to dress up my posts here:)

Leap day

Ever get your days mixed up?
All day yesterday I was looking forward to my friend coming to visit in 2 days. Then for some reason, last night, I realized that it was a short week so she was actually coming the next day. Today.
'So that is okay, I can deal with that. I will tidy up tonight and throw some brownies in the oven in the morning', I thought to myself. Lot's of time to get ready and it is one less day to wait for my visit! This is a very sweet friend who I haven't seen in 2 years.
Well, somebody wanted to have a little fun with the Mighty Mama. On my way out the door yesterday to get my son to his martial arts class (that we were late already for) I slipped on the ice and hurt my ankle. Hurt it enough that I wanted to shout obscenities every time I put weight on it, but not bad enough to visit the doctor.
Needless to say, I got very little done in the house yesterday evening. When I woke up this morning I was a little stressed. My ankle was still hurting and I wanted to get the vacuuming etc. done and my house somewhat presentable. (As good as it gets with plywood floors, half painted rooms and demo-ed walls) My dh stuck around for an hour or so this morning to help out. Well he made the kids do the things I had asked of him (he is a great foreman!) and I did all the stuff I needed to do. I was a little annoyed by the whole thing, but thankful for the help.
After I washed the kitchen floor, I got the brownies in the oven and went to get ready. I came down and fed the kids lunch, tidied up from that and set out the brownies and tea things. Ahh... all done. I was feeling a bit sleepy by now so I went up to lie across my bed til I heard the doorbell ring. (across the bed because there was no real room to lie with all the decorative pillows in place. I LOVE pillows!)
About a half hour after I expected my friend, I started to limp around the house, picking stuff up. Then my dh called and we had a bit of a disagreement and I had a little cry. Now I was stressed cuz I had crying face. ugh. I washed my face and then I opened up my laptop to check the email my girlfriend had sent, to make sure I had the time right. It was now an hour and a half after I expected her.
Well wouldn't you know it. I had the day wrong! She is coming tomorrow. Just what I had originally thought.
Now the only problem is, how do I keep my 4 kids from destroying the house and eating all the brownies before tomorrow. It is an impossible feat. Oh well. My girlfriend is coming to visit with me, not check my house for dust bunnies!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

A Perfectly Crazy Day

I don't think I have updated on Girly's potty learning adventure. It is a gooder! By day 4 she had no accidents, she was going pee and poo on the potty, she was dry for nap and overnight! Since then she hasn't been dry at night again, but she is doing great with everything else. Even yesterday when we drove all the way to the airport (40+ min. with no traffic) she stayed dry.

The airport was quite the adventure. My 2 middle children were at a birthday party yesterday and they had not arrived home when it was time for me to leave for the airport. My oldest was home and he is 13, he can technically watch his siblings for an hour or two while I am out. But I totally did not want to leave him home with his brothers and sisters while I went all the way to the airport and back. I was so hoping the other kids would get home so that I could take them all with me.
Just as I was about to pull out of my alley, my girlfriend showed up with my kids. I said a little prayer of thanksgiving and prepared to load them all into the van.
Then my sweet, sweet friend offered to take the 3 boys back to her house to play! What a blessing for me.
So Girly and I went off to the airport to get one of her favourite people in the whole world, her Papa. He comes and stays at our house twice a month on his way to and from work in the far north.
She, thankfully, fell asleep on the way there, after belting out Sum 41's In Too Deep. Apparently one of her older brother's ( my little rocker) had it on repeat the other day and my 2 year old girly has memorized all the lyrics. So when it came on the radio she could totally sing along. She also could sing the last word in every line of the My Chemical Romance song that came on next. What ever happened to Raffi and Barney???
When we got to the airport at 3:15pm and I managed to park, I went straight to the arrivals board to see if Dad's plane had landed. Nope. It was going to be delayed til 5:40pm! Yikes! I was just so thankful that my girlfriend had my other children so I didn't have to worry about them. Girly and I found plenty of things to do at the airport. They had a little kids play yard right by the arrivals gate and she made some new little friends. Then we went to Tim Horton's to have some hot chocolate and timbits. It was a perfect day for my Girly and I. Lots of time without her brothers pushing her around, lot of time to chat and be girly with mommy. I just adore our one on one time, we have the best conversations. I especially love the part where she looks me in the eye with the most adoring eyes and puts her hand to my cheek. Ooh I just melt!
Anyway, our perfect day ended perfectly. We got to see Papa, he arrived 40 minutes ahead of schedule and then we got to eat Mickey D's because it was too late to cook. And when I got back and picked up the boys, my wonderful girlfriend had even fed them a healthy dinner. Thanks girl!

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Ooh, I am so irritated! I had to run to the store this morning to pick up a couple of birthday party gifts. I went to our big grocery store, the one with low prices but where you have to bag your own groceries. The one where I refuse to buy meat because on two different occasions the meat coolers were not working, and they were selling chicken and hamburger that was room temperature. The one where I complained to the meat manager and the store manager and no one seemed to care or take the meat off the shelves.
I don't really know why I would expect any better.
So because it was convenient, I ran into this giant store and went to the toy isle. I found a cute little Matchbox car set that folds up into a carrying case and I knew my 4 year old little buddy would love it. There were 2 sets, a construction set and a dino set and we chose the dino set. It was $12.98. We picked out the rest of our purchases and went to the checkout. The dino set rang in at $16.98. So I politely told the cashier about the price discrepancy. She immediately calls someone on the floor to find the item. The person on the floor can not find it, so I jog back there and point it out. Apparently the item numbers do not match, the descriptions match but neither item number matches.
I jog back to the checkout and the cashier agrees to ring it in at $12.98, but informs me (when I ask) that the 'Checkout Scanner code of conduct' does not apply to transactions where the item numbers do not match. Therefore I do not get my item for free (up to a value of $10). I question this because there is no item that matches the number they have on the shelf tag, the tag is just completely wrong. The supervisor comes over assuming she is needed to do the price adjust and when she is told by the cashier that she already did that and we were just asking about the item for free she just says no. When I start to speak to her to explain my point, she just walked away from me. So. Bloody. RUDE.
I had no problem paying the correct price for the item. My issue is that stores do not care about scanner price errors, they make lots of money from these errors because most people do not catch them. When you come to the checkout with a cart full of groceries it is almost impossible to catch price discrepancies. The code of conduct is there to help protect customers, reward them for being on top of things and help stores to pay more attention to ensuring these errors are minimized. Why on earth doesn't the item number on the shelf tag match the actual item numbers? Has the store found a loophole so that they don't have to reimburse customers for the stores mistakes? The store made a mistake regardless.
Anyway, I hate rudeness in customer service people. Especially those in charge. The supervisor left the poor cashier to deal with me while she just walked away. I tried to be polite and the cashier was more than accommodating, but she shouldn't be left to deal with a disgruntled customer that she has no authority to help. That is the job for managers/supervisors. And this one did not do her job. Rude Rude Rude.
Rant over.

OOOH! Wait! Not quite done ranting yet! I just hopped over to Tracey's blog and she wrote a post about another sticky issue. Not buckling your kids into the vehicle! This one really gets me. My dh ran into the registry office this morning and I was sitting in the van waiting. I looked over and I see this vehicle pull into a spot in front of the Doctor's office. A woman immediately hops out of the backseat with teensy baby in her arms. The baby is all wrapped up in a blanket and was obviously not buckled into a carseat. Why??? Here is a newsflash: You can not hold onto your baby and protect her if you are in an accident. The laws of physics do not allow it. Buckle your kids up! Put them into a correct child seat. and Buckle them up.
I wanted to scream out my window at this lady. AARAGH!

Phew! K, I am done.

In other news, it is a lovely and sunshiny day and I feel fine. I am driving out to the airport this afternoon to pick up my dad and I am looking forward to the long drive, cranking the tunes and soaking up the sun. We had a terrific visit with my sister and her family and watched lots of great hockey this weekend. Have a great one.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Well I put my nose to the grindstone this week and got my house fairly presentable. My family room is once again organized and clean. My room is looking good, I even made up my bed with all the fancy pillows! Nursery clean, tidy and all extraneous items removed. Including all the clothes that don't fit them anymore.
My big boys cleaned their own rooms so I still need to go through their closets and dejunk. I think maybe I will send them out with their Dad one day and do it myself. Then I can be brutal.
I now have about 20 bins of baby girl and boy clothes, sizes 3 and under to sort through. I can't wait to find out whether I am having a girl or a boy, so that I can get rid of half of these clothes.
Ugh, I just realized that I still have my basement to go through. So much junk. One of these day though, I will be happily clutter free!
My sister and her family are visiting for the weekend, her son is playing in a hockey tournament here. We were all so excited to see them and catch up a bit. We took all the kids to Charles E. Fromage for dinner, my niece has been asking to go ever since we took our other niece there in the summer. They are both 5 and the cutest, most precocious little girlies that you could ever meet. The kids had a blast and tired out their parents.
We have a crazy weekend of hockey ahead of us between the 3 boys. Both of my kids have hockey before 8 am. Ugh. I don't do anything before 8 am anymore. Oh well, I get to see my kids doing what they love.
I guess I won't be around much this weekend, looking forward to getting back in the swing of things on Monday.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Cheesy thoughts for a snowy Tuesday

It has been snowing here all day long. All the shoveling Superboy did last night was in vain, he is really gonna earn his 10 bucks this week! I love the look of the beautiful flakes falling down, but it is overcast today and I am getting tired of winter. I need to be outside in the sun, soaking up the healing rays on my skin. Getting exercise and fresh air. I am so over snow and cold. I do not think we have had this much snow here in years. It is gonna be a long, messy spring.

I guess I spoke too soon about the potty learning thing. Today, 2 accidents and one was a number 2. I knew there would be setbacks though, so no big deal. I actually think it was the princess panty thing. Today she didn't have princess panties, we had talked about not getting her princesses wet, so maybe I should have remembered to mention that hearts didn't want to get wet either?

So this pregnancy is affecting me in weird ways. Firstly I am getting really and truly fat. I have literally put on 10 pounds of belly fat. What the heck? I am freaking out! Of course the couple of weeks I spent mostly in bed sick didn't help. And neither is the fact that the only way I am staving off the pukey feeling is by eating. Small amounts, but often. And I can not go to bed on an empty tummy. There have been many nights that I have been lying awake in bed at 11 or 12 and have had to have an ounce or 2 of cheese to calm my tummy. That could possibly be contributing to the fat. I am sad about the belly fat, I really would love to be one of those adorable, all belly, preggo moms that can wear bikinis and stuff. I guess since this is my sixth pregnancy that is not gonna happen. Especially if I keep eating cheese in bed.
The thing that is bugging me the most is that while I am scrolling through my friend's blogs (or any other site) I am getting nauseous. I guess the movement on the computer screen is giving me motion sickness. Sucks! Oh! know what almost sucks more? My vb lattes. I can't handle coffee anymore, killer headaches. Actually almost anything gives me a headache now, especially the teeth clenching at night. Those headaches can not be touched by tylenol, they pretty much make me useless for a day. ugh. Anyway, instead of my yummy vb lattes, I think I will have to switch to london fogs. Yummy too. (London Fogs or Vanilla tea misto is Earl grey tea with steamed milk and vanilla syrup. I can handle the little bit of caffeine in a tea, but not in a coffee or cola )
mmm, we are watching a movie and they have real mac and cheese. I want!

I have been cooking this week, a major thing lately. We have been eating rotisserie chickens from the grocery store a couple times a week, mixed in with pancakes, pasta and some take out. I have so not felt like cooking and keep leaving it til the last minute, and then we are forced to make do with whatever. Tonight I made steak fajitas, which were yummy but kept making me gag. Last night I came home after dropping off son #1 at tkd and I threw some potatoes and chicken parmesan in the oven. Yay me, I planned ahead! And my hubby was so happy because I haven't made chicken parmesan (my light version, I don't bread the chicken) in about 10 years. Oh and the night before I made my 'light' chicken fettuccine (made with milk, chicken stock and olive oil instead of butter and cream, oh and whole grain pasta!), it is so flippin' delish, but I forgot to make it cajun like I usually do. Didn't even miss it.

I really have to get down to business with the declutter tomorrow, my sis and her family arrive on Friday and they are gonna stay in the Boy's room. His room is about 1/3 of the way through the purge. In other words, a huge flippin' mess! I have been trying to get the family room re-decluttered while working on the nursery and my room at the same time. My room is done, just needs to be dusted and prettied and kept tidy. Girly keeps taking apart all my work in the nursery. Her and Monkey boy take all of their clothes out almost daily. She to make a mess and he to change clothes 10 times a day. I am determined to finish in there tomorrow and make it harder for her to mess it up. k, gotta game plan, hopefully I can execute.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Catching up to my life.

Yay! I have my internet back! My husband was building a new desk in the family room (yay hubby!) and then moved all the wiring and the modem, hence no internet most of the weekend. Oh, I will have to post pics when we are all done down there, it is gonna be awesome.
Glad to have my connection back, I feel so out of touch with the world

On that note, I did watch tv last night for the first time since spring. My dh hooked up the rabbit ears to see what was on and I ended up listening to the Grammy's while I read my murder mystery. I did watch Beyonce and Tina though, gosh Tina is still so hot! I kept waiting for shots of her legs, that woman has some awesome gams. Well so does Beyonce. Gorg! Oh and I watched Amy W!nehouse, I love, love, love her voice and 'musical stylings' but the lyrics to 'Rehab' are one of the worst I have every heard. so lame. and I guess ironic considering how messed up she has been.

On the home front, home educating the last week and a half has been pure torture. My boys have been spending hours joking around or fighting with each other and not even completing the basic minimums that I expect from them. The missed a total of 3 taekwondo sessions last week due to not being done school and chores by 4:30/5 pm when tkd starts! What on earth?! The work I had asked of them would maybe take 2 hours, 3 including chores tops. Anyways, I am just so frustrated, but plowing through.

In more positive parenting news, my 2.5 yr old Girly is potty training herself. Three mornings ago I took off her nighttime diaper and tried to put another one on her. She said no, she wanted panties. So off she went to get some panties and put them on. (Looking so adorable in her ruffled, princess pants!) Then she went off to play. A couple hours later she came running upstairs, taking down her panties, "I have to pee!" Sure enough, 3o seconds later a potty full of pee. Yay! We sang the pee pee celebrations song and danced around.
Three days later, no accidents, she gets herself to the potty without reminder. She was even dry for her nap today! The only thing is, each day at around 4 or 5 she has asked for a diaper and then worn it the rest of the day. I thought maybe she needed to have a bm, but no, she just wanted the diaper. I am thinking maybe I should get some pullups with the disappearing pictures for her, for nighttime and stuff. She would hate to make the pics disappear, and less confusing than the diaper/panty thing.
She is so cute using the potty like a big girl, I am gonna have to get some photos, totally forgot!

Can't wait to spend part of the evening catching up on some of my fave blogs. The rest of it will be spent on part of our massive house decluttering and cleanup. Yikes! So much stuff!

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Wednesday Ramblings

Teaching your own children can really have its ups and downs. I am sure that many moms of school age children have experienced the, 'My teacher knows everything and you know nothing' phase of early elementary. I will never forget the day that my eldest brought home a spelling list in grade three and one of the words was spelled incorrectly. As we were going through the list and came upon the word, I pointed it out to my son and wrote down the correct spelling for him to study. He started to freak out on me and cry. How dare I say that his teacher could be wrong.
I was so taken aback! I tried to calmly explain to him that everyone makes mistakes, even his teacher. I told him that we would talk to Mrs. K. and let her know of the error so that all of the children would not study the wrong spelling. I showed him in the dictionary the correct spelling. None of this helped, he was just furious with me that I had the audacity to question his teacher.
When I spoke to his teacher the next day, we both had a good chuckle about it, and she happily fixed the mistake.
My kids still get upset when I have to tell them that they are wrong, or that something they have read or seen is wrong. My son just asked me for some help with adding mixed numbers and fractions. When I started to go through it with him he began freaking out, throwing a hissy fit because I wrote out all the steps and he thought he should skip the first one. Even though in the example they showed writing out that first step. Even though in the question above he had done it the exact way I had shown him. Even though when we went through the question aloud we had done that step. The reason he was so upset is because they only left 3 spaces to write out the steps and when we wrote them all out we had 4. Therefore Mom must be wrong and he should throw a complete fit.
I can not begin to tell you how angry I felt at that moment, I wanted to slap his face to make him stop screeching. I don't like feeling that way, I scared myself. I guess I know a bit about how he feels being questioned.
Anyway, we made up and now he is just quietly resentful...

Last night was a big hockey night for our boys. Both had hockey games and they both won. Considering the poor records teams have racked up lately, this was terrific! My eldest had numerous opportunities to score, but kept fanning on the puck-he and his Dad were both a little frustrated at that!
My 10 year old had an incredible night though, 2 goals! He normally plays defense and the scoring opportunities are few and far between. Last night he was asked to play forward and he got the game winning goal. Very excited little boy. He kept getting out of his bed to tell me how excited he was.

My girly did not have such a great time at hockey. We took the eldest to his game and waited there for Daddy to show up from the other boy's game so that I could take the little ones home to bed. My little Monkey boy decided to carry his big brother's hockey stick into the arena. Just as we got to the doors, he swung it around and hit his sis in the eye. Look at the bruise!


When Daddy finally showed up around 8:30 we found out what kept him. An elderly couple was driving in front of him and the light turned orange as they were in the crosswalk. They slammed on their brakes and stopped almost in the intersection. So Brent slammed on his brakes and started to steer into the turning lane to avoid them, but his huge truck started sliding and he ended up clipping their rear quarter with his right front corner.
He was so upset, worried about them, worried about our boy who was in the truck. Of course his truck just has a scratch, but their car needs a new bumper. Thankfully no one was hurt at all and the couple is being easy to work with so far. But so much for almost 20 years of accident free driving. Poor Brent.

Edited to add:
Oh, I finally added some photos over at Immortality Art!

I forgot to mention that last week Brent was on the receiving end of a similar accident. Someone slid into him at a red light. And with similar results, his truck barely had a scratch, but the woman who hit him totalled her bumper. Then today he was with his brother in his (brother's) brand new car and his brother was in a small accident. I don't know the details yet, but... What is going on? The roads are horrid, but really! I think I want my husband to just stay home for a few days. With me, safe. I wish I didn't have to go out today, but I have no more diapers and taekwondo awaits. Say a little prayer for us, will ya?

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Big News

So, I haven't spoken about this here, but here goes... I am pregnant again! A very unexpected blessing in our home that has brought about a lot of emotions. Fear, excitement, nervousness, happiness, feelings of inadequacy, joy, relief that God has it all in his hands. I know for certain that I could not mother 5 children successfully on my own. Thankfully I don't have to. My God will supply all my needs. And as we learned watching the new Veggie Tales movie, The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything, when God asks us to do something, He provides everything we need to be successful.
Thankfully, because as I started to think about having another child the fear became almost instantly overwhelming. How can I possibly do this again? I often feel like I am barely treading water as it is. But that is usually because I am trying to rely on my own strength instead of asking God for help. As I have prayed over the past weeks, I have started to be able to rest in Him. Knowing that I am in God's hands and I don't have to do anything alone.
As my good friend reminded me yesterday:
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9

Oh I have something else to be excited about! One of my girlfriends (who isn't telling she is preggo yet, but isn't a blogger) is due the same week as me! She was not planning on any more kids either, but I think we are both excited to have a belly buddy. Someone who we can complain to that none of our pants fit already, but we are not far enough along for maternity clothes. I am gonna get so fat this time, I can tell already. ugh.

Oh, I am due the first week of September. And although my kids are super excited about the baby, my 10 year old is not excited that he will have to share his birthday month. The baby is actually due on his birthday.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Man, I guess I need to get on top of my housework. Yesterday, my four year old got so tired of the mess he decided to do something about it himself. He was dragging armfuls of clean laundry from the family room couch, up 2 flights of stairs and putting them away in his bedroom. He even put them in the correct drawers.

He was so proud of himself and excited. Before bed he helped me tidy his and Girly's room. He is very good at it and loves to work with Mommy and do things right. He told me that he wished he had cleaned his room before Daddy got home so that Daddy would have gone in there and said, "Who cleaned up this room?!" And then Daddy would have been so surprised when Monkey Boy said that he had done it, with Mommy.

Today he was very frustrated that his sister messed up their room. She kept taking stuff out and he kept putting it away and telling her how to put things back. I wonder if he will continue to be particular about tidiness as he gets older. Goodness knows it didn't last much past toddlerhood with his older brothers. I am lucky if I can wade through the chaos to their beds to kiss them goodnight, most nights.

I love preschoolers and their immense need to help. They love to be given little jobs, especially things they are not usually asked to do. Clean up their toys, maybe. But give them a broom and they are over the moon excited to work. Clear their plate, well okay. But come bake cookies with mom and then are jumping up and down.

Of course, even my ten year old wants to bake and cook. I really need to take the time to work with him in the kitchen, he is constantly asking to cook. If I let him help prepare the meals, I am sure it won't be long until he can at least start the meals on his own. Wouldn't that be nice!?

I tend to be a bit like my mom in that regard. She was a wonderful cook, but did not teach any of us girls how to cook. She just didn't have time. There were four of us kids and all the activities and running around that went with that. Plus by the time I was in junior high, she was working full time. The last thing she wanted to do at the end of the day was have one of us underfoot in the kitchen, slowing her down. I have to admit, that when I am in the kitchen it rarely occurs to me to ask one of the kids to come and help me. Especially when they are occupied somewhere and out of my hair.

But the kids have all this boundless energy and enthusiasm that I really should try to harness for good. Who knows, maybe my Superboy is the next Jaime Oliver?! Well, without the British accent.