Monday, May 28, 2007

Bike Riding





We decided enough is enough. Evan and Dani are going to learn to ride their bikes without training wheels. We worked on it for an hour or so today. They are both making good progress. They both seem to think that wearing knee pads and elbow pad makes them invincible, so its a little bit hard to convince them actually try to stay up. Every time Evan falls down, we have a 3 minute overview of how he fell and what parts of him hit the ground and how incredible it is that his protective gear has kept him from being injured. I've been doing everything I can to keep him from falling over, just to avoid the recap. I certainly hope they both learn soon -- chasing them around is killing me!

Comfort


This is my rear view mirror. Its broken. And I did it. I was backing out of the garage and clipped it on the side of the garage door on my way out. I was really irritated, but Evan was very sympathetic. He told me "Its ok, Mom, we can get a new car." Thanks, Evan. I feel much better now.

The servant conversation, revisted....

In the car, I told Jason about my earlier posted conversation with Evan... this followed:

Me: And then I told him, "No way! Get your own drink!"
Dani: But if you're not our servant, how come you make us breakfast?
Me: Cause I'm your MOM.
Emily: Yeah -- we're Mom's servants!
Evan: But Jesus had servants...
Dani: No he didn't. He didn't have any kids!

In your dreams, kid!

Evan: I need a little drink
Me: Then get one! Here's a cup.
Evan: But. Mom. You're my servant!
Me: Uh, NO. Get the drink yourself.


How on EARTH did he get that idea? Better squash it REAL quick!

To the future

Dani: When I grow up, I'm going to name my kid Dani and I'm going to tell her, "When I was a little kid, my name was Dani. And I was crazy. And I ran around in circles!"
Me: So what is your name going to be when you are a grown up then?
Dani: Dani. Dani Hales.

The girl has an eye to the future -- she loves 3 boys, but only one is a member of the church -- Henry Hales, he's the only one she can marry in the temple. Set those priorities young!

Mini Superheroes





Whether they're saving the world or just chillin' watching a little Dora, its nice to see my boys liking each other.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Braggin'





Look at the hair on this girl! Gorgeous, I tell you! I'm her mom and even I'M jealous of it! I am amazed at how long it is, and every once in a while, when we let it do its own natural thing, I'm amazed at how wavy it is. What a lucky girl! I guess if I can't have hair like that myself, at least I get to see it every day!

I've noticed a bit of a change in Emily's personality recently. I can't put my finger on exactly what it is... maybe she's just growing up, maybe I've just finally stopped allowing the other, louder and whinier kids to distract me and noticed her, but she's definitely been on my radar lately.

Perhaps it all started when we learned she was the only kid in her class to be put in the gifted program at her school. We heard that test results would be coming home soon and these results would determine who would be in the program. Jason immediately started watching the mail for the letter that would inform us of our daughter's brilliance. I, of course, rolled my eyes at him and told him not to hold his breath. Jason thinks I underestimate Emily. I don't think I do. I certainly thought she was capable of being in such a program, I just don't want to put any expectations on it. The fact that she did qualify, though, gave me that motherly pride that is so fun to brag about. Yeah, that's my girl. She's a genius.

After years of waiting, Emily has finally started learning cursive. She loves practicing her writing and sometimes, I can't tell the difference between the guide words and Em's writing. She is so focused on it... I thought she was so cute, sticking her tongue out in concentration -- I had to take her picture


I've also had fun with Emily lately through a shared interest in reading. For Christmas, she got a set of children's versions of literary classics -- books I have loved like Little Women, the Adventures of Huck Finn, Jane Eyre, and a bunch of others. My dad introduced me to such classics as a little girl -- I remember him reading Treasure Island and Black Beauty to us at bedtime -- and have always been gratefu that he started me on great literature at a young age. Em has been reading these books and we've been talking about them and are trying to watch the movies of the books we read. Its fun to share common hobbies.

An interest she lately has developed, which we do not share, but I find amusing is the wonderful world of tamagotchi. I assume she discovered them through friends at school, but she started asking for one and I let her do jobs until she earned the $15 necessary to buy one. I had my reservations, and sometimes I find the little thingus annoying, but I have never seen her play with any of her toys as much as she plays with that thing. One of her friends at school has several and she has let Emily borrow one of hers so that Emily could make them fall in love and get married. Then the tamagotchies eventually have a baby and the parents go off to the Parent House and Em gets to raise the baby until she can get it to marry another tamagotchi. She is very attentive to her virtual pets -- this is not making me consider letting her have a real pet though.


Another thing that is great about Emily is that she is so wonderful with Brendan. She is almost always happy to play with him and helpful in teaching him to talk. This morning, she got him out of bed when he woke up (oh how I love it when she does that and I get to sleep in a little more!) and I could hear them in the playroom as she worked on teachig him the parts of his face. "No, Brendan, that's your nose... where are your EYES? Yay!! Good boy!" She is a good little surrogate mommy to him. She takes him outside to play when I can't sit on the porch and watch him. She changes diapers happily, gets him snacks and he just adores her. I'd definitely say she's his favorite sibling.

Whenever the kids have a job to do together, Emily is the organizer. She assigns jobs and keeps the kids on task. Sometimes she's a bit of a crazed drill sargent, but other times she makes the job into a game and gets everyone to work and have fun at the same time.

She spent much of last summer trying to teach herself to play the piano, and finally, about two weeks ago, I found her a piano teacher. She is absolutely thrilled to be taking lessons and I haven't had to remind her even once to practice. In fact, we've had to tell her to STOP practicing so that Daddy can take business calls. She frequently calls me over to watch her play a song. I hope she maintains her enthusiasm, she makes me want to start practicing again!

I guess I've just realized lately that I'm lucky to have a such a great little girl. Usually I'm so wrapped up in getting things done, filing needs and trying not to strangle Dani that I don't notice the good things. I don't stop to be amused and amazed and impressed by my kids' growth and their developing personalities. She's a good one, my Emily is. I think I'll keep her.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Oh, THERE they are

It was 94 degrees out yesterday, so I let the kids play in the sprinkler while I wrestled with a bunch of bushes in the front yard. I pulled out 14 bushes and replanted 7 of them, thank you very much! When I finally finished with my battle and cleaned up the mess, it was 7:00, so we decided to run to a fast food place. I went to change Brendan from his swimsuit to his clothes and couldn't find his shorts anywhere. Finally, I just got him a new pair and we all went to Taco Bell. As we were standing in line, I noticed something was weird about Dani's shorts. Suddenly, things clicked and I checked the size on the shorts. Sure enough -- size 18-24 months!

Sunday, May 13, 2007

FOUR


Starting in March, Evan asked me EVERY morning, "Am I four yet?" When I answered in the negative, he burst into tears. Like last year, his actual birthday was met with great joy. We just celebrated in a small way, with a few of our favorite families from the ward coming over for cake and ice cream, but he was happy becuase he got presents and he got a Batman birthday cake. What more is needed to make a freshly four-year-old boy happy?
As always, I tend to reflect a little on the growth and development of my children when they reach a birrthday. Evan is a tough one to analyze. About this time last year, he was in his own litttle world. This year, he is more engaged in the world around him, but still sometimes seems kind of invisible next to his louder and more noticable sisters and their large personalities. He is perfectly content watching tv or playing by himself. He doesn't like to be interrupted in the middle of his play. He loves all superheroes (especially Superman), cars (especially emergency vehicles) and play fighting. "I'm not done with my game!!!" he'll protest when instructed to change activities, finally aquiesing with, "But then can I go back to my game?" I amazed at his ability to entertain himself.
Evan is very future minded at this point in his young life. He is constantly telling me about all the things he's going to do when he grows up. So far, he's going to be a policeman and live either at the police station that is a few blocks from our house, at some house in Plainfield or in MY house. He is going to marry Anna Hales and they are giong to have 100 kids (good luck, Anna!). He also wants to own a red truck -- but not a full size, like, grown up truck, one of the little kiddy battery operated ones that he sees kids riding around in in our neighborhood. Pretty much anytime I tell him he can't do something he responds with, "But I can when I'm a grown up, right?"
His presence is always known when he's upset. The kid can pout like nobody's business. Tell him no to ANYTHING and 30 minutes later, he's still have that back porch lip stickin' out and muttering "But I WANT to! I WANT to do it" If he's upset, he lets everyone know it. Just two days ago he spent 20 minutes shut in his room while he screamed "I WANT SOME CHOCOLATE MILK! CHOCOLATE MIIIIIILLLLLLLLLK!" But as devastated as he gets over things, when he's happy, he's on top of the world. If he's this emotional and moody at 4, I fear what his teenage years will be like.

He is still hooked on chocolate milk -- its like his coffee. He wakes up groggy and cranky, but as soon as he get a nice sippy cup of chocolate milk in him, he's ready to go! If we let him, he'd subsist on nothing but his favorite beverage. But we're not willing to let him. Sometimes we make him have strawberry milk.
He is also still addicted to his mama. He insists that I do everything for him, from only allowing me to make his chocolate milk to sitting next to me at the dinner table. He's even gone so far as to bring his shoes to me to put on him, and when I tell him that I can't put them on, go ask Daddy for help, insists, "I'll wait till you can help, Mom." Thanks Evan. You're too kind.
I love my boy. In his own way, he as much a handful as all the others, but I'm interested to see how his little personality continues to develop. The girls both had much definitive personalities at this point, Evan still has much to reveal about himself. We shall watch with interest!

Opposites


Gotta love the contrast of the girly curlers and the little boy superman jammies!

Saturday, May 12, 2007

We are driving to a primary activity at the church

Dani: Does that school have a playground?
Me: No, its a middle school
Dani: But why doesn't middle school have a playground?
Me: Because they don't have recess in middle school
Emily: WHAT?? You mean high schoolers don't get recess?
Me: Nope.
Emily: So there's only recess in elementary school?



Oh the horror! I don't know if Emily will ever be the same! If only typing it could do justice to the shock in her voice!

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Learning Curve

Brendan has been working with his speech and developmental therapists for about a month now. Suddenly, he is picking up on things! He loves the sign language -- he can sign "more," "help," "go," "eat," "drink," and several others. His words are still very few, but what he does say is pretty clear. His first word was probably "Gog." Which I think is dog, but its what he calls his teddy bear. And cats. As well as dogs, of course. Yesterday, he was sitting on my lap and started laughing and saying "Gog! Gog!" After I few minutes I looked around to figure out what he was referring to. It was a fly. I guess that's what they call generalization.

And how do you think she figured that out?

With the warm weather we've been having, the kids love to drive around with the windows down. Sometimes I forget to roll them back up when we get home. After droppping Evan off at school, we were in a hurry to get Dani out the door to kindergarten. She took a long time coming in from the car. When she finally made it upstairs, she told me "You know what's NOT a good way to get out of the car? Through the window."

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

I wish I may, I wish I might....

Dani: Mom look! That park has a wishing well!
Me: It does? Wow.
Dani: If you make a wish, will it come true?
Me: Well, sometimes. What would you wish for Dani?
Dani: I would wish for donuts under my bed -- so I could have donuts every day! Hundreds and hundreds! Is that a good wish? For donuts under my bed?
Me: Its a great wish! Who gave you such a good idea?
Dani: It just came out of my brain!