Me: What happened to the wall?
Micah: The marker draw on wall.
Me: Who was holding the marker when it drew on the wall?
Micah: Me
Me: Well, you are going to have to clean it all off.
...I proceed to give him a magic eraser...
Micah: Oh man! Awesome! Cool!
...I come back several minutes later to find Micah drawing on another wall...
Me: What are you doing?
Micah: Need more marks on wall.
...I guess the punishment was a little too fun...
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Learning
This was our first official week of school. I have to admit that we did not get much done in the way of real schooling, (it was the first week after all) but it was a learning experience for all of us. Here are just a few of the things that we learned.
1. Hummingbirds do not belong in the house. Mom panics when one is flying around loose in there.
2. Craft beads do not belong up your nose. Mom panics when that happens as well.
3. Artwork is for paper only.
4. Magic erasers really are magic for getting said artwork off of the walls, windows, doors, and television...but not off of children.
5. When it is over 100 degrees outside and you are covered in artwork, bathtub play is the best recess ever!
Hectic and crazy as it is, I love being able to experience all of these things with my children in our home school environment.
1. Hummingbirds do not belong in the house. Mom panics when one is flying around loose in there.
2. Craft beads do not belong up your nose. Mom panics when that happens as well.
3. Artwork is for paper only.
4. Magic erasers really are magic for getting said artwork off of the walls, windows, doors, and television...but not off of children.
5. When it is over 100 degrees outside and you are covered in artwork, bathtub play is the best recess ever!
Hectic and crazy as it is, I love being able to experience all of these things with my children in our home school environment.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Haircuts
It was past time for haircuts at my house. I dread haircuts....especially with Jonah. We either have to take him out to a shop and run the risk of rude questions being asked about his skin, or cut his hair ourselves. I am NOT a good barber. You can ask any of my college roommates who I happened to practice on many years ago and they will verify my claim. I fear I have not gotten any better as time as passed.
So that means that Joe is the official hair cutter around here. This time around when he went to cut Jonah's hair, Jonah got upset and would not sit still for Joe to even make the first cut. I could tell Joe was getting frustrated and so I asked Jonah what the problem was. I knew he could not be scared of the scissors since this is certainly not the first time he has had Joe cut his hair. Jonah responded with;
So that means that Joe is the official hair cutter around here. This time around when he went to cut Jonah's hair, Jonah got upset and would not sit still for Joe to even make the first cut. I could tell Joe was getting frustrated and so I asked Jonah what the problem was. I knew he could not be scared of the scissors since this is certainly not the first time he has had Joe cut his hair. Jonah responded with;
"I'm worried what it will look like when he gets done!"I guess I am not the only one in this house lacking skills as a barber!!!!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
"If the traditional Rs (reading, writing, and arithmetic) are the basics that we want our children to master academically, then reverence, respect, and responsibility are the three Rs that our children need to master for the sake of their souls and the health of the world." ~Zoe Weil
I think of myself as a respectful person. I try to teach my children respect. I believe that the decline of society is directly related to the lack of respect that we show to those around us.
Why is this on my mind?
Today as I was driving home from town, I met a funeral procession. I have heard that it is just a southern thing, but around here, cars pull over to the side of the road out of respect until the funeral procession has passed. Today was no exception, and I pulled my van over to the side of the road. As I sat there in my air conditioned van I used my time sitting on the side of the road to check my e-mails. I glanced up into my mirror and saw that a gentleman had pulled over behind me, got out of his vehicle in 100 degree weather, removed his cap, and stood facing the procession with his hand over his heart. His show of respect brought tears to my eyes and shame to my heart.
I may consider myself a respectful person, but obviously I have a long way to go. I fear that I have fallen short of teaching my children the art of respect. In my home I want to teach that people deserve respect not because of what they have or have not done, but simply because they are children of God and God has called us to love them. For how can you truly love someone without respect?
I think of myself as a respectful person. I try to teach my children respect. I believe that the decline of society is directly related to the lack of respect that we show to those around us.
Why is this on my mind?
Today as I was driving home from town, I met a funeral procession. I have heard that it is just a southern thing, but around here, cars pull over to the side of the road out of respect until the funeral procession has passed. Today was no exception, and I pulled my van over to the side of the road. As I sat there in my air conditioned van I used my time sitting on the side of the road to check my e-mails. I glanced up into my mirror and saw that a gentleman had pulled over behind me, got out of his vehicle in 100 degree weather, removed his cap, and stood facing the procession with his hand over his heart. His show of respect brought tears to my eyes and shame to my heart.
I may consider myself a respectful person, but obviously I have a long way to go. I fear that I have fallen short of teaching my children the art of respect. In my home I want to teach that people deserve respect not because of what they have or have not done, but simply because they are children of God and God has called us to love them. For how can you truly love someone without respect?
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Poison Control
Micah: Want candy!
Me: No, you can't have any candy. Go play in the toy room.
Micah: Awwwwww
He wasn't happy with me but he did what I asked and went to go play (or so I assumed). In the meantime, the older boys wanted to go to the shop where Joe was working. I called Joe and stayed on the phone with him while the boys walked back to the shop. When I was sure Joe had sight of Noah and Jonah, I hung up the phone and went in search of Micah. I thought it strange that the door to the toy room was closed, and when I went to open it I could not. Someone (Micah) had pushed the desk in front of the door blocking the entrance. The boy's toy room is linked to their bedroom by an adjoining bathroom so I walked through their bedroom to enter the toy room another way. As I got to the other door, I was greeted by Micah with a look of pure guilt all over his face. I bent down to ask him about the door being blocked and I could smell grape candy very strong.
Me: Have you been eating something?
Micah: Yes
Me: What did you eat?
Micah: Candy
Me: Show me what you ate.
Micah leads me into the toy room and I see an empty box of Tylenol sitting in the corner. It was the meltaways for children 6-12 and he had chewed through the paper backing to devour eight tablets. I immediately picked up the phone and dialed poison control. Having three boys, I sort of know the number by heart.
Poison Control: This is Poison Control, how may I help you?
Me: My two year old just ate half a box of Tylenol.
Poison Control: 'Mam what is your name, address, and telephone number?
Now I understand why they ask all of that stuff. They need to know in case they have to send out an ambulance or in case we get disconnected...but I always feel like such a bad Mom as I am admitting who I am and what I have allowed my child to do. I also wonder if they aren't secretly pulling up my file and saying, "Oh, it is her again!"
Anyway, turns out there is a rather large margin of error that is allowed when dosing out Tylenol and they told me that Micah was going to be just fine. In the back of my mind I was sort of thinking that at least he (and we) would at least get a good night's sleep...but once again I was wrong. Turns out that an overdose of Tylenol actually makes a two year old hyper. He did not go to sleep until after midnight and was wide awake at six the next morning.
As for poison control, I am really glad they are there. It saved me from a trip to the ER just to calm my nerves and assure me that my child was going to be fine.
Me: No, you can't have any candy. Go play in the toy room.
Micah: Awwwwww
He wasn't happy with me but he did what I asked and went to go play (or so I assumed). In the meantime, the older boys wanted to go to the shop where Joe was working. I called Joe and stayed on the phone with him while the boys walked back to the shop. When I was sure Joe had sight of Noah and Jonah, I hung up the phone and went in search of Micah. I thought it strange that the door to the toy room was closed, and when I went to open it I could not. Someone (Micah) had pushed the desk in front of the door blocking the entrance. The boy's toy room is linked to their bedroom by an adjoining bathroom so I walked through their bedroom to enter the toy room another way. As I got to the other door, I was greeted by Micah with a look of pure guilt all over his face. I bent down to ask him about the door being blocked and I could smell grape candy very strong.
Me: Have you been eating something?
Micah: Yes
Me: What did you eat?
Micah: Candy
Me: Show me what you ate.
Micah leads me into the toy room and I see an empty box of Tylenol sitting in the corner. It was the meltaways for children 6-12 and he had chewed through the paper backing to devour eight tablets. I immediately picked up the phone and dialed poison control. Having three boys, I sort of know the number by heart.
Poison Control: This is Poison Control, how may I help you?
Me: My two year old just ate half a box of Tylenol.
Poison Control: 'Mam what is your name, address, and telephone number?
Now I understand why they ask all of that stuff. They need to know in case they have to send out an ambulance or in case we get disconnected...but I always feel like such a bad Mom as I am admitting who I am and what I have allowed my child to do. I also wonder if they aren't secretly pulling up my file and saying, "Oh, it is her again!"
Anyway, turns out there is a rather large margin of error that is allowed when dosing out Tylenol and they told me that Micah was going to be just fine. In the back of my mind I was sort of thinking that at least he (and we) would at least get a good night's sleep...but once again I was wrong. Turns out that an overdose of Tylenol actually makes a two year old hyper. He did not go to sleep until after midnight and was wide awake at six the next morning.
As for poison control, I am really glad they are there. It saved me from a trip to the ER just to calm my nerves and assure me that my child was going to be fine.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
We Are Having A Boy!
Boys are found everywhere -- on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket. ~Alan Marshall Beck
I'm happy to announce that we are having boy number four! A more detailed post will follow when I get my thoughts in order...but for now I will just let you know that we are thrilled that God is blessing us with another little boy to call our own.
I'm happy to announce that we are having boy number four! A more detailed post will follow when I get my thoughts in order...but for now I will just let you know that we are thrilled that God is blessing us with another little boy to call our own.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Sand Angels
We do not get much snow here in the south, so we make do with sand. What kid does not like making angels in the sand while waiting on the fireworks show to start?
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