Saturday, November 23, 2013
But he had a word of caution for his siblings after this most recent excursion.
"Be careful on a hike with Nana and Grandaddy," I overheard him whispering to his sister. "They'll make you walk forever. It's really pretty at the top, but to get there it's like five thousand miles. You'll get really tired."
For the record, I have no idea how long the hike up to the top of these falls really is.
But I am confident my in-laws did not take my four-year-old on a 5,000 mile hike.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
That mess all over Levi is not what you think it is.
It would be pretty awful if that was something that had exploded from his diaper. But the reality of it is so much worse.
That, friends, is what remains of my iced peppermint mocha.
The one I treated myself to after picking up Levi's third prescription of the week from the pharmacy.
The one I've thought about each of the four times I've passed by Starbucks on my way to the pediatrician's office in the past 6 days.
The one I was going to enjoy during the half hour of screaming that would ensue while I restrained Levi on my lap for his breathing treatment.
The one I so carelessly left sitting in harm's way next to the couch.
The one Levi just had to have a taste of during the one second that I turned my back to put his medicine in the nebulizer.
It's been a nonstop cycle of high fevers and hacking coughs and grumpiness and trips to the doctor around here.
The opening act was an impressive presentation during which Jacob, asleep in the baby carrier on my back while I lugged Levi on one hip and attempted to pick up the older two from their homschool classes, woke up just long enough to vomit all over the back of me, and all over the floor of the building. (For the record, it doesn't matter how many parenting books you read. Nothing prepares you for having someone throw up in your hair. Nothing. My mother-in-law says a good mommy is a smelly mommy. I was the rockstar of moms that day.)
The older kids took turns coming down with whatever variety of plague it is that we have, so as not to assault us all at once. Levi, it seems, will be the closing act, as his little body just can't seem to shake it without the aid of steroids and antibiotics.
We adults have been spared the worst of it. Unless you consider caring for four sick children and spilling your coffee the worst of it, in which case, we've taken the brunt of this nasty virus.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Croup, it turns out, is one of them.
When the after-hours pediatrician says you'd sleep better sitting up, naptime looks a lot like driving up and down the interstate for a few hours to let you rest.
This was just enough time to notice that Daddy's car doesn't reek of waffle fries and forgotten shoes. I'll need to remember to ask him what his secret is.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
But then where will they congregate to await Daddy's arrival at the end of each day?
Friday, November 8, 2013
This information did not go over well with my little scholar.
She insisted she needed to learn cursive now.
I insisted I wasn't going to teach her cursive until third grade, because that's when kids are supposed to learn cursive. (I could be wrong. Do kids even learn cursive in school anymore? Either way, I see no point in teaching it to a six year old.) And I told her I did not care how "fancy" it was. Fancy aside, it simply wasn't necessary.
This information also did not go over well with my little scholar.
"Just write it down for me and I'll teach it myself," she huffed, frustrated with my lack of enthusiasm for adding one more piece of curriculum to her schedule.
Fine. I was tired of hearing about it, so I wrote out the cursive alphabet (with the help of her dad, because I drew a blank on a number of those seldom-used letters) and handed it to her. I added her name to the top of the page, so she could see how the letters are supposed to connect to one another.
And then, she did what Abby does. She studied the page I'd given her, then set to work transcribing it in her own script. Then, using the key she'd made, she worked out how to write a few simple words, and eventually, her first sentence: "let me go."
I'm pretty sure she's going to put me out of a job soon.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
I assigned them each a section of the dining room floor, all to themselves, for which they were totally responsible.
And then I said the magic words:
"Let's see who can do the best job getting their section clean!"
I've learned the secret with these siblings. Make it a contest, and no one stops until they've won.
My floors have never been so shiny.
This was a tight race, and in the end, it was impossible to tell who had achieved the highest level of cleanliness for their area.
I promised them a rematch. They promised to remind me.
This is a winning formula for sure.
Friday, November 1, 2013
It takes a tremendous amount of willpower to wake these boys when I find them sleeping this soundly.
It helps to remind myself that it is almost 5 p.m. and that they've been asleep for four hours.
It also helps to remember that naptime should have been over nearly an hour ago, and that I'm going to want them to go to bed in a couple of hours.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
This new tool has brought with it considerable challenges to many of my established "You may not bring that in the house" rules.
Until now, I had not found it necessary to explicitly ban such things as tree limbs bearing considerable mold growth, pieces of dead insects, whole handfuls of mud, and buckets of creek water from entering our home.
But now, when the budding scientists standing at the door with these and other treasures in hand pleads, "But Mommy, it's for science!" I find myself at a loss.
She's learning to prepare slides and adjust her scope like a pro. And Caleb even offered to pick his nose so she could look at his findings up close.
For science, remember?
Thursday, August 29, 2013
I know, because he's not smart enough to delete the evidence after he takes 40 pictures of himself.
It seems my son has perfected the art of the selfie.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
This is her "merry monster" mask. Because that's the way Jacob said it first, and none of my kids will listen to me when I explain to them that the word is "scary."
"Run away," she yelled, chasing three screaming boys down the hall, "I'm a merry monster!"
Wrong as she is, I have to admit it worked.
Score one for the girls' team.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Not that Levi cares.
He's too busy eating the leftovers from lunch that I was too busy to sweep up.
Waste not, want not.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Over 50 pairs of little boys' shoes, ranging in size from too-tiny-to-walk to my-oldest-will-grow-into-them-soon.
And not one of them purchased for more than $2. Because that's my buying-used-shoes rule.
Is "bargain shopping" considered a superpower? Because I think it might be mine.