Kids had a blast at a Hawaiian themed birthday party today. They love dressing up, even in tea leaf skirts :) They learned Hawaiian and Maori dancing and then a pool party. Asher is a kamikaze [non]swimmer, we are going to have to watch him when we go to the beach/pool next week. Fun day!
Kids Dancing Movie
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Movie night
Water Balloons
Owen went to a sports camp a couple week before last and had a good time...mostly...didn't like it when he got put on a team with kids a little better than himself and didn't want to go back at one point...but the highlight was not soccer, basketball or T-ball, but WATER BALLOONS. Heard a lot about that. Then, saw a package in the grocery store. 4th of July morning was spent with some Daddy/son fun.
Eden sits!
And she does it quite well and loves it. Except, when I come into the room and she looks up at me high above with a big grin, leeeeeans back, and BONK! goes her head on the floor. Then, she cries hard. This is why in the video you see me reaching out to catch her at the slightest sign of off-balance. She does not need any more collisions with the floor if sitting up is a posture I hope to keep practicing...gets very *very* upset even she even feels herself wobble!
Owen went to a sports camp a couple week before last and had a good time...mostly...didn't like it when he got put on a team with kids a little better than himself and didn't want to go back at one point...but the highlight was not soccer, basketball or T-ball, but WATER BALLOONS. Heard a lot about that. Then, saw a package in the grocery store. 4th of July morning was spent with some Daddy/son fun.
Eden sits!
And she does it quite well and loves it. Except, when I come into the room and she looks up at me high above with a big grin, leeeeeans back, and BONK! goes her head on the floor. Then, she cries hard. This is why in the video you see me reaching out to catch her at the slightest sign of off-balance. She does not need any more collisions with the floor if sitting up is a posture I hope to keep practicing...gets very *very* upset even she even feels herself wobble!
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Long time...
...I think that may have been my longest blogging break since I started keeping records on the kiddos. Well, it's been hairy here. As if I haven't complained about sleep troubles enough...Eden is blowing them all out of the water. The hard part is that she was doing so relatively WELL compared to either of her brothers. I thought we had things in the bag. Then one night Reuel accidentally woke her up at 9pm when he went in her room...and she stayed up for 3.5 hours before going back to sleep. No attention during that time, no crying, just awake. Ever since she's up multiple hours per night, and now her naps have degraded. She is wound up, overtired, full of cortisol (the overtired stress hormone that fights fatigue and is responsible for 'the second wind' or third, fourth or fifth wind) and sleeping all around horribly. Combine that with needing to get her out of her swaddling wrap for naps, and some really poorly placed times that she had to miss a nap and you have a really messed up baby...and a really messed up mom. It's a vicious cycle, and there are many more details than I'm writing here. You can thank me later for that ;)
Anyway.
Here's a fun one from tonight. Owen always wants a 'made-up story' as I'm tucking him in. The well is getting pretty dry. Sometimes it's quite a reach to come up with a new tale, especially in a sleep-deprived state. Lately, my tales are lacking all the elements of a good story...a setting, conflict, plot, resolution, etc. and they're turning into meandering vignettes. I do my best.
Owen: Tell me a story mommy!
Me: Ok. Well. Let's see. Long ago there was a little, tiny elf. A pillow elf. He was a happy little elf and would climb up on people's pillows in the middle of the night. He would make sure they were quite asleep and then he'd lean over and whisper in their ears, "What is your wish?" They wouldn't wake up and see him, but they would hear his question, and they would answer him in a sleepy, slow voice. "I wish for...a new pair of jeans." Or, "I wish I could have a new car." Or, "Oh, I really wish I could have macaroni and cheese for dinner tomorrow."
Owen: [saucer-eyed] If the elf came to MY pillow, I *know* what I would wish for!! [switches to a sleepy, slow voice] I want a skateboard... [It helps to know that Owen has been begging for a skateboard every day, often multiple times a day, for at least 4 or 5 months now. It is a source of undying angst that he is denied one until he is older. He tries to go in Reuel's workshop and fashion one from wood, screws and a set of wooden wheels that Daddo bought him for another project. It is his deepest wish at the moment!!]
Me: Well, the pillow elf loved to grant wishes, so he would listen to their wishes and the next day when they woke up...there was the thing they wanted. They would be so excited!! They never imagined they would really get the things they wanted, but they did.
Owen: What did they give the pillow elf?
Me: Oh, they didn't give him anything! They didn't even know about him. The pillow elf did not even care about that. He was a joyful, generous elf and his favorite thing in the world was to give. He was a Bible-reading elf and he knew all about the part of the Bible where it says this: it is better to give than to receive.
Owen: What's receive?
Me: Receive means 'get'. He knew that it's better to give than to get. He was most happy when he was giving to other people.
Owen: Oh. If this is a real story and the pillow elf comes to me, I am getting a skateboard!! Do you think I can make two wishes?
Me: Well, I wouldn't push it. It's never good to be greedy with wishes.
Owen: What if he comes two nights in a row?
Me: I guess then you could make two wishes.
Owen: OK, then on the second night I will wish for a surfboard!
So, we see the usefulness of the mother's moralizing at bedtime. Ha!
Anyway.
Here's a fun one from tonight. Owen always wants a 'made-up story' as I'm tucking him in. The well is getting pretty dry. Sometimes it's quite a reach to come up with a new tale, especially in a sleep-deprived state. Lately, my tales are lacking all the elements of a good story...a setting, conflict, plot, resolution, etc. and they're turning into meandering vignettes. I do my best.
Owen: Tell me a story mommy!
Me: Ok. Well. Let's see. Long ago there was a little, tiny elf. A pillow elf. He was a happy little elf and would climb up on people's pillows in the middle of the night. He would make sure they were quite asleep and then he'd lean over and whisper in their ears, "What is your wish?" They wouldn't wake up and see him, but they would hear his question, and they would answer him in a sleepy, slow voice. "I wish for...a new pair of jeans." Or, "I wish I could have a new car." Or, "Oh, I really wish I could have macaroni and cheese for dinner tomorrow."
Owen: [saucer-eyed] If the elf came to MY pillow, I *know* what I would wish for!! [switches to a sleepy, slow voice] I want a skateboard... [It helps to know that Owen has been begging for a skateboard every day, often multiple times a day, for at least 4 or 5 months now. It is a source of undying angst that he is denied one until he is older. He tries to go in Reuel's workshop and fashion one from wood, screws and a set of wooden wheels that Daddo bought him for another project. It is his deepest wish at the moment!!]
Me: Well, the pillow elf loved to grant wishes, so he would listen to their wishes and the next day when they woke up...there was the thing they wanted. They would be so excited!! They never imagined they would really get the things they wanted, but they did.
Owen: What did they give the pillow elf?
Me: Oh, they didn't give him anything! They didn't even know about him. The pillow elf did not even care about that. He was a joyful, generous elf and his favorite thing in the world was to give. He was a Bible-reading elf and he knew all about the part of the Bible where it says this: it is better to give than to receive.
Owen: What's receive?
Me: Receive means 'get'. He knew that it's better to give than to get. He was most happy when he was giving to other people.
Owen: Oh. If this is a real story and the pillow elf comes to me, I am getting a skateboard!! Do you think I can make two wishes?
Me: Well, I wouldn't push it. It's never good to be greedy with wishes.
Owen: What if he comes two nights in a row?
Me: I guess then you could make two wishes.
Owen: OK, then on the second night I will wish for a surfboard!
So, we see the usefulness of the mother's moralizing at bedtime. Ha!
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