Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
The other day she took the box that holds all the kid computer games and dumped them all out on to the floor. I told her that she had to put them back and she did put a couple back - then moved right on to the next thing she could destroy while walking all over the CD's. I told her not to walk on the CD's because she was going to crack them. She just looked right at me with a big grin on her face and started to STOMP on the CD's. That was the straw that landed Hailey Marie in her first official timeout.
She is extremely defiant. Today at the pool she kept throwing things in the water even though I was telling her not to. She would just pick up my shoe and drop it in and then look at me like "so what are you gonna do about it". If I went after her to grab her and try to punish her, she would run to Grama and cry. She knows that Grama will protect her from mean old Mommy. It is frustrating because she is our baby and our little princess but I don't want her to be a spoiled brat that gets away with whatever she wants.
When she is playing with her brothers, she tries to keep up with them as hard as she can. Sometimes she gets a little too rambunctious and cracks one of them in the head with a toy or something. They realize that she is little and doesn't know any better so they are pretty good with her. Still, I try to make it a point to her to be gentle and make sure she knows that she hurt them and to give them a "sorry" kiss and hug. I think she understands. She seems very empathetic to them when they get hurt by her doing or whatever might be the cause. So we hope... there may be good in her yet.
Monday, August 25, 2008
A symphony of chaos 'til You play us
'Til You read us into poetry and prose
We are kept and we are captive 'til You free us
Vaguely unimagined 'til You dream us
Aimlessly unguided 'til You lead us home
By Your voice, we speak
By Your strength, no longer weak
We are no longer weak
By Your wounds we are healed
Tell me what kind of love is this?
Passed over and passed by until You claim us
Orphaned and abandoned 'til You name us
Hidden and disclosed 'til You expose our hearts
By your death, we live
It is by Your gift that we might give
That we might give
By Your wounds we are healed
Tell me what kind of love is this?
What kind of love would take your shame
And spill His blood for you
And save us by His wounds?
By Your wounds, we are healed
Blog note: The words written under the baptism photos are the lyrics to the song Healed by Nichole Nordeman. She pretty much has written the soundtrack to my life - I just can't get give her enough credit - she is an amazing writer and singer. Listening to that song as she sings it literally gives me chills. The awesome photographer that took the photos was my friend Lesley. She got out of work for the afternoon to be at the baptism to be the official paparazzi. I really appreciate the effort you made to be there and the pictures are all great - I would love to put them all on here but Blogger would kick me off for lack of space!
Hailey wore a dress that my Great Grandma made. It only made sense since fishing the waters of Lake Michigan was how my Great Grandfather made his living. Of course she would wear that dress to be baptized in the same water. I love that my Mom saved all of these heirlooms for Hailey to wear and that I can some day to pass on to my grandkids.
Friday, August 22, 2008
We biked to the beach yesterday. I don't think I have been on my bike in about four years. I was completely amazed that I could make it up all the hills without having to walk the bike up. Go leg muscles! Trent pulled Evan and Hailey in the Burley and Spencer rode Evan's Diego bike with training wheels. He has no interest in learning to ride a two-wheeler. Trent ran over one of his training wheels this past spring so we took them off of his bike thinking that this would be the summer he rode without them anyway. He practiced with us holding on to the back of the bike a couple times but was very skittish. It is sad, but he hasn't really ridden a bike all summer or proclaimed to want to ride one. Yesterday while we were riding I forgot that fact and was getting frustrated with his lack of speed and nervousness of riding down hills. The important thing is that we all got there safe and sound and had another great afternoon. We had the whole beach to ourselves and the kids had a ball playing with my old boogie board. There was not a wave in sight, but they pretended to surf and loved getting dragged around on it. And to think, Trent wanted to get rid of that old thing. I told him to just wait a few years and the boys would love it.
Evan getting ready to build a sand "soup". He wasn't in the mood to have his picture taken.
Spencer riding the (ah-hem) waves! Trent always gets so nervous when I am in the water with my camera.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Hailey has turned into a climbing monkey and a little daredevil. Most of the time she knows she shouldn't be climbing up or standing on something - like the couch or the chairs and jumping around, she just does it and looks at you with a big ol' grin knowing that she is just doing it to drive us crazy!
Last week she discovered that she could now master the big slide outside. It is on the grass so if she falls she most likely will be okay. She was so proud of herself climbing to the top and adjusting her legs and bum so she could slide down. Every time she would get to the bottom she would smile and clap for herself.
I remember when I bought this slide for Spencer. He was almost two and loved sliding down but was not so great at the climb up. Actually, he was probably fine but since he was my first baby, my overprotective mommy streak most likely kicked in and I wouldn't let him climb up in fear he would fall and break his little neck.
This little slide has gotten a lot of use over the past five years. For some reason the kids (even the boys) seem to play on this slide more than they play on the bigger slides on the play set. They pair it with the smaller slide (I know, could we have more slides?) and make obstacle courses or contraptions. It stands up to very rough play and still looks like new. Gotta love that Little Tikes plastic - in a few more years I will still be able to get ten bucks for it at a garage sale. That is a pretty good return on investment!
Monday, August 18, 2008
Ok - actually they are Fruit of the Loom, but the point is that my oldest son, my baby boy, asked me the other night if I could buy him boxers.
Trent was at golf league and Spencer wanted to read in our bed until he fell asleep. I was tired and wound up hanging out with him watching TV and just talking to him about all the random stuff that he came up with. At one point the conversation was something like this:
Spencer: Mom, Did you know that Jacob wears boxer shorts and not underwear like me?
Mom: No, I didn't know that.
Spencer: I wish I could wear boxer shorts.
Mom: You have those brief type Batman boxers.
Spencer: Those are not REAL boxers! They are different from the ones Jacob wears and the ones that Daddy wears!
Mom: Would you like me to buy you some REAL boxers the next time I am at the store?
Spencer: (With a big smile) YES!
So I held to my promise and the next time I was at the store brought him home this three pack of boxers. I had to search through what seemed like millions of packs of boxers before I could find the small size. When I gave them to him and he read the package he just beamed with the hugest grin I have ever seen. He put a pair on right away - even the small size were still huge for him - but he didn't care. He LOVES them!
I never knew some new underwear could make someone so happy. Are a boy's first pair of boxers tantamount to a young girl's first training bra? Maybe my son just went through one of his first growing up rituals.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
After he was made aware of the fact that Pastor Dave was coming over to talk about baptism, a few hours later, out of the blue: "When is MASTER Dave gonna be here?"
Walking in on me right now at the computer wondering when Daddy will be home from golf league and me explaining to him that Daddy will not be home until late, after he has gone to bed: "Can I call Daddy? I bet if I call him he will be home right in a JIFFY!"
I know that these are not that funny or profound but if you could hear the way he says things in his little voice that is so hard for others to understand and see his adorable little face as he speaks, it would just melt your heart!
Photo note: We finally have our computer back with a new hard drive. We still don't have a status report on the old hard drive and I will be so sad if all my pictures from 2008 are lost. Anyway, since the computer is back so is my Elements program. I tried to collage these photos on Elements and it sort of worked. I so badly need to take a class in Photoshop - it just can't be so hard to figure out.