Imagine a fish swimming in a river. The swimming fish is content in its environment. It is where it belongs; doing what it is created to do. Now imagine someone scooped the fish up in a net and placed in on the riverbank. What happens? The fish flops and struggles on the ground.
So- how do WE keep our children from being fish out of water and stinking up our house?!
No one will argue that our number one job as parents is to open our children’s eyes to God’s love and God’s ways.
Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. 9 Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates. (Deut 6:4-9)
We teach our children how much God loves them:
By example–fulfilling the greatest commands loving God and others.
By reading the stories from God’s Word teaching them to respect God and learn of His ways.
I recently had a revelation concerning Prov 22:6. It's the verse we all turn to when speaking of training and teaching children in the Lord but it means SO much more!
Proverbs 22:6 says Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
This verse shows us a parent’s training must be based on knowing his or her child and their individuality and uniqueness. The Hebrew text has the personal pronoun attached to the noun “way.” It reads, “his way” and not simply “in the way he should go.” “Way” is the Hebrew word derek, which means “way, road, journey, manner.”
Our job is to recognize and acknowledge our child’s purpose –his unique way or bent–then provide the environment, help, encouragement, and the tools to help them full fill it.
God will reveal bits and pieces of your child’s purpose through the seasons of your life. We are to pray to recognize it and be aware of the revelation. Then help them recognize their identity and make available the skills needed for that purpose to be manifested.
On of the worse things we can do is to push our agenda upon them. God forbid we miss recognizing our purpose or miss helping our children find their purpose.
I'm sure it's common for most mothers to awake to the chorus of little voices asking, "What are we going to do today"? Well, I decided the other day that my response to them will now be to ask God's guidance and pray: Good Morning Father. What would you have us do today? What would you have us say? Open our eyes to Your Light, direction and will. Show me as Mom what you want me to teach your children today.
God will lead you into your purpose and your child’s purpose. You don’t need to strive to find it. He is able to guide you exactly where you need to go; your job is to keep your eyes and ears open. Spiritual maturity is about coming to the end of ourselves and realizing just how big God really is, and that there is no way that we could ever do it on our own! I find great freedom in knowing that I don't have to do it on my own. I have an amazing family and ecclesia to assist! I say it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes an ecclesia!
Seek God and rest assured, He will perfect that which concerns you and your children. (Psalm 138:8). Trust, have confidence in Him, wait in joyful anticipation for Him to revel His will. “Blessed are all who wait for Him.” Isaiah 30:18
And due to a certain child's uniqueness of being a self motivator and leader, I'm told, "I think God wants us to go outside and play in the 4 feet of snow today"!
I won't tell them though that was already on MY agenda today.
An account of the adventures of the wild creatures of the Ross household. Namely: James (Daddy), Becky (Mommy), James III (10), Teagan (9), John Ireson (6), and Jair (1). We've learned through fifteen years of marriage and four kids that life can be much like a safari: a wild and fun encounter with many beasts along the way! So tread carefully as you read- 'cause it's a jungle in here!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Manificent
Ireson's prayers have blossomed into very thoughtful, heartfelt moments. He comes up with wonderful and sincere things to discuss during his prayer time. He talks as though he's simply having a discussion with his heavenly father. It's precious and a great lesson for us all! James has told me that I need to take the video camera in there some evening and secretly tape him. Most nights we look at each other with a look of pride and astonishment with the things he says and other times we have to bite our lips to keep from laughing out loud. I think God and Jesus are smiling and laughing at some of the things that come out of this kid's mouth.
For instance, Ireson said the prayer at lunch today after an important and evidently impressionable body part discussion earlier in the day. He prayed:
"Thank you God for giving me testicles so I can have babies when I get to be a man." After lunch, he then proceeded to chant a little song about his "magnificent testicles".
I, for one, shall now refer to them as "MANificent testicles" as I've been eternally impression-ed by this kid's whit.
For instance, Ireson said the prayer at lunch today after an important and evidently impressionable body part discussion earlier in the day. He prayed:
"Thank you God for giving me testicles so I can have babies when I get to be a man." After lunch, he then proceeded to chant a little song about his "magnificent testicles".
I, for one, shall now refer to them as "MANificent testicles" as I've been eternally impression-ed by this kid's whit.
Saturday, October 09, 2010
One Needful Thing
Okay- So I have decided that I'm going to start putting my devotional journal, thoughts, etc. into my family blog. I often read great articles as well that I will probably cut and paste from as well to save having to keep the paper. Why? Because, I don't have the time to make a seperate blog, and I think it is of vital importance to write down our thoughts for future generations as they pertain to God's Word and Wisdom. Where would we be without our beloved Biblical authors?! Simple enough, enough said.
So, here goes my latest thoughts on something that I've been struggling with lately. Some thoughts I gleaned from a recent article from a Jewish magazine.
While we are teaching our children to study, research, and write, we need to remember that they are establishing and perfecting tools that they will one day use to God’s glory, depending on their unique, individual talents.
Homeschoolers sometimes get so wrapped up in academics they forget the one needful thing. We start to worship the academic God rather than the one true God that deserves our be all and end all.
Remember the story of Mary and Martha- Martha was very busy with preparations as Mary sat at the feet of Christ. When Martha complained about Mary, Jesus answered and said unto her, “Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things: But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her” (Luke 10:40–42).
Only One Thing is Necessary!
The lesson is simple: only one thing is truly necessary. Everything else that does not promote that one thing is extra. A willingness to sit at Jesus’ feet and hear His Word is the most important thing we can ever teach our children. Sensible Martha had many accomplishments, but worry and trouble were her rewards. Mary, on the other hand, was praised for choosing that good thing which was itself her reward and which would not be taken away from her.
Martha’s preparation work was not wrong; in fact, it was important. I think most of us tend to be more of a Martha than a Mary and there's nothing wrong with preparation, planning, and organizing. Yet it was Martha’s focus that was wrong. I have to remind myself of this often! I keep a smooth running, generally clean house, which I don't find much effort for me. I'm very organized and energetic so it comes naturally for me. I'd rather get something in order than sit down and leisure read or watch TV or take up a hobby. I have hobbies, but they come second to keeping my home. Cleaning is kind of like a hobby. I don't stress about it generally and I'm laid back, but I am a planner and a doer. Thankfully I'm not a worrier though, yet I don't especially like to entertain. I'm not a "more the merrier" person.
Last year, I used to prefer to get my house in order before sitting down and working with the children. It wasn't until I started to homeschool that I realized the importance and pure joy of making their time a priority and doing the work with the kids first and take on mopping or scrubbing the tub takes second place. I was promptly blessed in seeing the benefits by reversing this order.
It is our focus that makes the difference. Social achievement, which the world stresses so much, is important; but it is nothing without Christ. “But what about academics—math, language arts, history, and science?” Of course these things matter, but only as they sharpen your focus on the Kingdom of God and His righteousness. Academic subjects are important tools, but they are only tools, not the goal. The moment academics cloud your view, to whatever degree they slow your pursuit of God’s will, they then move from being helpful tools to what Jesus calls “cares of this life.”
Homeschooling isn't a matter of academics. It's a matter of character. Do I spend 4-5 hours a day on the academics and are my kids on target or advanced for where they "should be"? Absolutely! But I think God has blessed me the peace and benefits that come as a result of integrating Him into every subject because every subject (academically and otherwise) comes from HIM!
Here is an excerpt from the article. "Do not let the important keep you from the necessary. And, in Jesus’ words, only one thing is truly necessary. It is a message both simple and profound: simple because the truth of it is not complicated, but perfectly evident, and profound because the truth in everyday life cuts across everything that habit and fleshly indulgence have trained us to accept as important or even necessary. A godly person who is determined to know Jesus above all else will find all academic studies based in the simple reality of all things work(ing) together for good to them who love God and are the called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28)." This is straight from the article I read and how profound and prevalent it is!!!
Additional thoughts: Homeschoolers are blessed with extra time to study God’s Word. We should take the time to set strivings and anxieties aside . Discover and understand who Christ is. Sit at His feet and feast at the table of His mercy, forgiveness, and peace. Learn the unseen things of God. The spiritual life is that good part, which shall not be taken away from you or from your children!
True wisdom is the ability to judge correctly and to follow the best course of action, based on knowledge and understanding. If you really want to teach true wisdom, spend a significant amount of your homeschool time studying and teaching God’s Word. For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart (Hebrews 4:12).
So there you have it. My first "thoughts" blog.
Ahhh....my brain downloaded into an electronic venue....the 21st century equivalent of liberating.
So, here goes my latest thoughts on something that I've been struggling with lately. Some thoughts I gleaned from a recent article from a Jewish magazine.
While we are teaching our children to study, research, and write, we need to remember that they are establishing and perfecting tools that they will one day use to God’s glory, depending on their unique, individual talents.
Homeschoolers sometimes get so wrapped up in academics they forget the one needful thing. We start to worship the academic God rather than the one true God that deserves our be all and end all.
Remember the story of Mary and Martha- Martha was very busy with preparations as Mary sat at the feet of Christ. When Martha complained about Mary, Jesus answered and said unto her, “Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things: But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her” (Luke 10:40–42).
Only One Thing is Necessary!
The lesson is simple: only one thing is truly necessary. Everything else that does not promote that one thing is extra. A willingness to sit at Jesus’ feet and hear His Word is the most important thing we can ever teach our children. Sensible Martha had many accomplishments, but worry and trouble were her rewards. Mary, on the other hand, was praised for choosing that good thing which was itself her reward and which would not be taken away from her.
Martha’s preparation work was not wrong; in fact, it was important. I think most of us tend to be more of a Martha than a Mary and there's nothing wrong with preparation, planning, and organizing. Yet it was Martha’s focus that was wrong. I have to remind myself of this often! I keep a smooth running, generally clean house, which I don't find much effort for me. I'm very organized and energetic so it comes naturally for me. I'd rather get something in order than sit down and leisure read or watch TV or take up a hobby. I have hobbies, but they come second to keeping my home. Cleaning is kind of like a hobby. I don't stress about it generally and I'm laid back, but I am a planner and a doer. Thankfully I'm not a worrier though, yet I don't especially like to entertain. I'm not a "more the merrier" person.
Last year, I used to prefer to get my house in order before sitting down and working with the children. It wasn't until I started to homeschool that I realized the importance and pure joy of making their time a priority and doing the work with the kids first and take on mopping or scrubbing the tub takes second place. I was promptly blessed in seeing the benefits by reversing this order.
It is our focus that makes the difference. Social achievement, which the world stresses so much, is important; but it is nothing without Christ. “But what about academics—math, language arts, history, and science?” Of course these things matter, but only as they sharpen your focus on the Kingdom of God and His righteousness. Academic subjects are important tools, but they are only tools, not the goal. The moment academics cloud your view, to whatever degree they slow your pursuit of God’s will, they then move from being helpful tools to what Jesus calls “cares of this life.”
Homeschooling isn't a matter of academics. It's a matter of character. Do I spend 4-5 hours a day on the academics and are my kids on target or advanced for where they "should be"? Absolutely! But I think God has blessed me the peace and benefits that come as a result of integrating Him into every subject because every subject (academically and otherwise) comes from HIM!
Here is an excerpt from the article. "Do not let the important keep you from the necessary. And, in Jesus’ words, only one thing is truly necessary. It is a message both simple and profound: simple because the truth of it is not complicated, but perfectly evident, and profound because the truth in everyday life cuts across everything that habit and fleshly indulgence have trained us to accept as important or even necessary. A godly person who is determined to know Jesus above all else will find all academic studies based in the simple reality of all things work(ing) together for good to them who love God and are the called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28)." This is straight from the article I read and how profound and prevalent it is!!!
Additional thoughts: Homeschoolers are blessed with extra time to study God’s Word. We should take the time to set strivings and anxieties aside . Discover and understand who Christ is. Sit at His feet and feast at the table of His mercy, forgiveness, and peace. Learn the unseen things of God. The spiritual life is that good part, which shall not be taken away from you or from your children!
True wisdom is the ability to judge correctly and to follow the best course of action, based on knowledge and understanding. If you really want to teach true wisdom, spend a significant amount of your homeschool time studying and teaching God’s Word. For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart (Hebrews 4:12).
So there you have it. My first "thoughts" blog.
Ahhh....my brain downloaded into an electronic venue....the 21st century equivalent of liberating.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Fix That, Spell This
One day, last week, while I was getting dressed, Lil' James comes into my room and hands me a mini slinky all twisted up. He hands it to me and says, "Mom, just throw it away. That's going to be impossible to fix."
"I can fix it just give me a few minutes to finish getting ready" I replied.
"NO MOM- it's impossible. YOU won't be able to do it!" he continues.
"James, remember what we read in our readings, 'all things are possible with God'"?- I said.
Then he looks at me with the patronizing look that deems me a complete moron and says, "Yeah, but MOM, I'm talking to YOU and YOU can't handle it so just throw it away."
Humph- I showed him and fixed it in like 60 seconds flat and sported a victorious smirk.
There was something about gaining vindication from a 7 year old that was necessary at that point in time.
Yesterday, I gave James his spelling test and when we got down to about the ninth word he starts giggling. I asked him what is so funny and he replies, "Oh, you'll see."
"James you need to focus and take this seriously. Now let's continue," I replied and proceeded with the remaining twenty total words. When he was finished he brought his paper over to me chuckling to himself and flung his paper onto the counter and went for his break outside. Here are the words he was supposed to write with his answer following:
Spelling Word His Word Spelled Out (I added the dashes)
splash s-p-l-a-s-h
split s-p-l-i-t
spray s-p-r-a-y
spring s-p-r-i-n-g
sprinkle s-p-r-i-n-k-l-e
scrap s-c-r-a-p
scrape s-c-r-a-p-e m-y b-o-o-t-y, aahhhhhhh
scrub s-c-r-u-b m-y b-o-o-t-y
strip s-t-r-i-p
stripe s-t-r-i-p-e
squish s-q-u-i-s-h I-r-e-s-o-n l-i-k-e a b-u-g
squeal s-q-u-e-a-l
squeak s-q-u-e-a-k
stink s-t-i-n-k l-i-k-e a T-e-a-g-a-n
stank s-t-a-n-k l-i-k-e a I-r-e-s-o-n
stunk s-t-u-n-k l-i-k-e a s-k-u-n-k
pretty m-o-m-m-y B-e-c-k-y R-o-s-s
funny d-a-d-d-y J-a-m-e-s R-o-s-s
were w-e-r-e
there t-h-e-r-e
I suppose every class has their class clown, and he's ours.
"I can fix it just give me a few minutes to finish getting ready" I replied.
"NO MOM- it's impossible. YOU won't be able to do it!" he continues.
"James, remember what we read in our readings, 'all things are possible with God'"?- I said.
Then he looks at me with the patronizing look that deems me a complete moron and says, "Yeah, but MOM, I'm talking to YOU and YOU can't handle it so just throw it away."
Humph- I showed him and fixed it in like 60 seconds flat and sported a victorious smirk.
There was something about gaining vindication from a 7 year old that was necessary at that point in time.
Yesterday, I gave James his spelling test and when we got down to about the ninth word he starts giggling. I asked him what is so funny and he replies, "Oh, you'll see."
"James you need to focus and take this seriously. Now let's continue," I replied and proceeded with the remaining twenty total words. When he was finished he brought his paper over to me chuckling to himself and flung his paper onto the counter and went for his break outside. Here are the words he was supposed to write with his answer following:
Spelling Word His Word Spelled Out (I added the dashes)
splash s-p-l-a-s-h
split s-p-l-i-t
spray s-p-r-a-y
spring s-p-r-i-n-g
sprinkle s-p-r-i-n-k-l-e
scrap s-c-r-a-p
scrape s-c-r-a-p-e m-y b-o-o-t-y, aahhhhhhh
scrub s-c-r-u-b m-y b-o-o-t-y
strip s-t-r-i-p
stripe s-t-r-i-p-e
squish s-q-u-i-s-h I-r-e-s-o-n l-i-k-e a b-u-g
squeal s-q-u-e-a-l
squeak s-q-u-e-a-k
stink s-t-i-n-k l-i-k-e a T-e-a-g-a-n
stank s-t-a-n-k l-i-k-e a I-r-e-s-o-n
stunk s-t-u-n-k l-i-k-e a s-k-u-n-k
pretty m-o-m-m-y B-e-c-k-y R-o-s-s
funny d-a-d-d-y J-a-m-e-s R-o-s-s
were w-e-r-e
there t-h-e-r-e
I suppose every class has their class clown, and he's ours.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Rotten Egg
This morning, in her room, Teagan was playing waitress with her dainty, pretty, pink, little girly-girl kitchen- the place where God's design of girls unfolds in those precious early years of life. The place where you're moved to tears at the sight of your daughter embracing the joys or motherhood, wifery, and the childhood experience. The place where the imagination concocts the most fabulous of edible delights...well sometimes.
Teagan brought me an assortment of "eggs" that she described as: "scrambled, or sunny over-sided eggs, soft-boiled eggs, and (my favorite) oh!- don't eat those red ones- they taste like rotten dead baby chicks...but don't worry Mom, I won't serve those to the guests."
Teagan brought me an assortment of "eggs" that she described as: "scrambled, or sunny over-sided eggs, soft-boiled eggs, and (my favorite) oh!- don't eat those red ones- they taste like rotten dead baby chicks...but don't worry Mom, I won't serve those to the guests."
So- who's coming over for dinner?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Preach On
There was an incident at one of our Bible Schools this year where a mother put her sick young child in the nursery. I was at the nursery about to drop off my kids and a bunch of their cousins for some evening play when they heard me discussing with the head of the nursery the situation and its impending doom and gloom. The children, all 7 of them, were utterly shocked at the apparent audacity of this mother and her insistence of leaving this sick child in the nursery. All the kids and I had a great discussion about responsibility and the importance of thoughtful decisions and how our selfishness can affect other people and have long term and often bad consequences. They were all very agreeable and understanding. Teagan was especially adamant with her disgust of the situation and that something MUST be done about it! She looked at me with a preachy pointed finger and said, "I know what she (the mother) needs. She needs a prophet to tell her what to do!"
Monday, July 19, 2010
Thou Art The Man!
Ireson likes to refer to his accomplishments of the bodily realm whilst asserting and verifying his apparent manhood. When he poops a large amount he'll announce it by yelling, "Mom, I pooped for you AND Daddy and it's A MAN poop!"-spoken with sincere pride and often accompanied by grunting.
Sometimes, it can be deserving of such accalaides as being a "Daddy poop!" or even a "Grandpa Poop!" - when it's of the utmost proportion of course. He'll even refuse to flush it until he's made sure that you too have had a sneek peek at the winner.
His manliness issues have even spilled over into what he wears, or rather doesn't wear, when he goes to sleep, nap or otherwise. Today at nap time, I asked him the ususal question as to whether or not he wants his pants on for nap time. He replied, "No, I want them off so I can be manly. AND take my shirt off too so I'm MORE manly. Not just half manly Mom...I want to be ALL man."
Sometimes, it can be deserving of such accalaides as being a "Daddy poop!" or even a "Grandpa Poop!" - when it's of the utmost proportion of course. He'll even refuse to flush it until he's made sure that you too have had a sneek peek at the winner.
His manliness issues have even spilled over into what he wears, or rather doesn't wear, when he goes to sleep, nap or otherwise. Today at nap time, I asked him the ususal question as to whether or not he wants his pants on for nap time. He replied, "No, I want them off so I can be manly. AND take my shirt off too so I'm MORE manly. Not just half manly Mom...I want to be ALL man."
Cuterson & Spiderson
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Can You Hear Me Now?
I've said it before- Ireson loves to sing. Ireson loves to belt out the hymns during the church service. Today was no exception. I often read him the line first and then he sings along with bells and whistles and it's not uncommon for people from the other side of the church look over or turn around and start to laugh and smile. It's inspiring to see such enthusiasm and joy in the worship of a child. A lesson for us all!
Today, Ireson was getting "carried away" shall we say and was practically yelling the words. I told him to sing "nicely". He happily obliged for a couple of minutes and then began to work his way back up to a yell. I had to remind him that we're "singing to God, not yelling at Him." Well, I apparently don't sing loud enough because Ireson looked at me as though I've been misinformed and told me, "Mom, I have to yell so God can hear me up in heaven."
I should have known better.
Today, Ireson was getting "carried away" shall we say and was practically yelling the words. I told him to sing "nicely". He happily obliged for a couple of minutes and then began to work his way back up to a yell. I had to remind him that we're "singing to God, not yelling at Him." Well, I apparently don't sing loud enough because Ireson looked at me as though I've been misinformed and told me, "Mom, I have to yell so God can hear me up in heaven."
I should have known better.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Stop The Press!
You know that feeling you get when you hear loud foot pounding running followed by a child's yell. Well, Teagan came running in screaming at the top of her lungs MOOOOOOOM! I thought something was seriously amuck until she spotted me and went into a single breath rant:
"James and I are teaching Ireson to ride on James' bike. He didn't fall off, didn't crack his head open, isn't getting dirty, isn't scared, we're not fighting, James is on the one side and I'm on the other, we're holding him the whole time, we're being really safe and responsible, and HE WENT BY HIMSELF FOR LIKE 10 SECONDS, okay maybe 3, but we've got it all covered. It's SO COOL! You've gotta come see him." Huff and puff, and huff and puff.
I just stared at her for a moment processing and letting my mind catch up with the details before I realized that everything was okay and giggled. Then I had to ask her "Well, if you're in here with me then who's on the other side of the bike?"
Teagan looked at me in a moment of astonishment and said, "Gotta Go, bye" and ran out of there like there was an emergency.
Meanwhile, I hear Ireson out of the window discussing with James the pride of his new found talent.
"James, tell Daddy that I'm great at riding your bike and Teagan's bike. He be sooo proud of me."
James' response: "Okay, now focus Ireson, we've gotta stay in the grass because the pavement is bad news."
"James and I are teaching Ireson to ride on James' bike. He didn't fall off, didn't crack his head open, isn't getting dirty, isn't scared, we're not fighting, James is on the one side and I'm on the other, we're holding him the whole time, we're being really safe and responsible, and HE WENT BY HIMSELF FOR LIKE 10 SECONDS, okay maybe 3, but we've got it all covered. It's SO COOL! You've gotta come see him." Huff and puff, and huff and puff.
I just stared at her for a moment processing and letting my mind catch up with the details before I realized that everything was okay and giggled. Then I had to ask her "Well, if you're in here with me then who's on the other side of the bike?"
Teagan looked at me in a moment of astonishment and said, "Gotta Go, bye" and ran out of there like there was an emergency.
Meanwhile, I hear Ireson out of the window discussing with James the pride of his new found talent.
"James, tell Daddy that I'm great at riding your bike and Teagan's bike. He be sooo proud of me."
James' response: "Okay, now focus Ireson, we've gotta stay in the grass because the pavement is bad news."
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Teagan-Tooter-Betty
We were at Mom and Dad's on Saturday doing the clean-up from the garage sale madness. James and Teagan went with either Grandma or Grandpa to drop off books at Half-Price books or take stuff to the Salvation Army. I knew it was a mistake sending Grandma to a bookstore to get rid of 8 bins, yes 8! and not expect her to come back with anything. She got Teagan the Tinker Bell movie as a thank you for all her help.
Grandma, Aunt Sarah, James, Teagan, and Ireson were all piled on the bed watching. Grandpa, the studio audience, was in his reading chair and commented to Teagan, "Ya know Teagan... All these fairies never toot."
James and Ireson busted out with a laugh and Teagan looked at Grandpa with a look of "oh please," pointed to herself and said, "Not this Fairy."
Grandma, Aunt Sarah, James, Teagan, and Ireson were all piled on the bed watching. Grandpa, the studio audience, was in his reading chair and commented to Teagan, "Ya know Teagan... All these fairies never toot."
James and Ireson busted out with a laugh and Teagan looked at Grandpa with a look of "oh please," pointed to herself and said, "Not this Fairy."
Please and Thank You Lord
I had one of those Mama moments last Sunday on the way to church. You know- the kind that make you cry instantly, pull on your heart strings, proud as could be, can't wait to share it with people moments. Daddy had to drive separately as I had to stay after for a meeting. Lil' James asks, "Mom, I'm going to read to you out of my Bible on our way to church, Okay?"
"Of course!" I said. "What better way to help keep the focus of the day, then to start it off with scripture readings."
As I eagerly await to have my seven year old, eldest child and son begin to read to me from the Bible, I hear page flipping and "hmmm-ings." He pipes up after a moment, "Mom does C-h-r-o-n-i-c-l-e-s spell Cronickles?"
"Yep- it sure does." I answered.
"K. I thought so because "CH"ronicles didn't sound right." Then he started to read to us on our most pleasant ride to church.
James was praying the other day for lunch. We had just finished doing some school and some Bible readings. During his prayer he asked, "And God, please help me to keep getting better at reading because some of those big words like, [Mom- what was that one today?]....."
"Warrior and adversity?" I whispered.
"Yeah, God, sorry, warrior and adversity. Those were kind of hard! And help me be patient. Amen."
Amen to that!
"Of course!" I said. "What better way to help keep the focus of the day, then to start it off with scripture readings."
As I eagerly await to have my seven year old, eldest child and son begin to read to me from the Bible, I hear page flipping and "hmmm-ings." He pipes up after a moment, "Mom does C-h-r-o-n-i-c-l-e-s spell Cronickles?"
"Yep- it sure does." I answered.
"K. I thought so because "CH"ronicles didn't sound right." Then he started to read to us on our most pleasant ride to church.
James was praying the other day for lunch. We had just finished doing some school and some Bible readings. During his prayer he asked, "And God, please help me to keep getting better at reading because some of those big words like, [Mom- what was that one today?]....."
"Warrior and adversity?" I whispered.
"Yeah, God, sorry, warrior and adversity. Those were kind of hard! And help me be patient. Amen."
Amen to that!
Ode' to Your Mama
Ireson's latest jingle dedicated to me.
I like to cuddle wiff my Mommy.
I like to cuddle wiff my Mommy.
I give her the best hugses and kissessess
'Cause I like to cuddle wiff my Moommy. Pommy.
See Mom- I made it rhyme 'cause all my songs rhyme!
I like to cuddle wiff my Mommy.
I like to cuddle wiff my Mommy.
I give her the best hugses and kissessess
'Cause I like to cuddle wiff my Moommy. Pommy.
See Mom- I made it rhyme 'cause all my songs rhyme!
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Potty Mouth
Ireson disappeared yesterday while I was outside with the kids playing and I began wondering where he had gone. Fortunately, the windows were open and I heard a faint yelling coming from inside the house. I went inside to investigate as I assumed he had gone to the bathroom. He was in there yelling, "MOMMMY! I went potty COME and WIPE MY BUTT!!!!!"
As I commenced with my motherly duties, Ireson asked me "Am I allowed to say poop while I'm in the bafroom? That not being crude?"
I told him as long as we need to talk about poop it's okay to talk about it while you're IN the bathroom.
"So, I can say pees and poop when I'm in the bafroom? That okay too?"
"Yes, Ireson. If you're not being crude you can discuss those things in the bathroom."
Looking more of a coy boy at this point he asked: "Can I say poopy butt in the bafroom?" he asked. This comes after his brother got disciplined earlier in the day for yelling at his sister and calling her a poopy butt. "Yes, you can say it in the bathroom."
"Can I say penis in the bafroom den too?" he prodded as he smirked at me as though he was concocting an evil plan.
"Is there something you need to tell me about your penis?" I asked.
He replied, "No, I okay" and continued pulling up his pull-up and pants. "Can you go out and go away now please?" he inquired as he was about to wash his hands.
So I left as he's responsible enough to finish up on his own. I shut the door and stood there listening to him as he sang a little ditty to a sweet little tune with dramatic inflection and all. If only the words were so sweet :)
(Imagine him singing this with his lateral lisp)
"Poopy butt, poopy butt, penis, penis, penis, penis, a Peeeeeeniiiiiisssss! I poop and pee in the bafroom and that's okay. I not be crude in the bafrooooooom. Poopy poooooopy a pooooppy buuuu......hhhhhuuuuuuttttttt. Penis." He turned off the water, dried off his hands, opened the door and went on his way.
Boys. I'm glad he got more than poop out of his system in there.
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Teagan's Communication Stinks
Yesterday - Teagan tooting: "I just released my inner skunk."
Thanks for the news flash stinky-tink.
I took the kids out for lunch today and the chairs were insanely loud on the ceramic tile floor. Teagan moved her chair and "SCREECH! Then a person way on the other side of the room moved there chair and "SCREECH!"
Teagan explained to me "that the chairs were communicating their mating calls to each other".
What is it with my children?!
Thanks for the news flash stinky-tink.
I took the kids out for lunch today and the chairs were insanely loud on the ceramic tile floor. Teagan moved her chair and "SCREECH! Then a person way on the other side of the room moved there chair and "SCREECH!"
Teagan explained to me "that the chairs were communicating their mating calls to each other".
What is it with my children?!
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Shepherd of My Heart
"The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told."
We visited a sheep farm that belonged to the family through whom we purchased our latest grass-fed beef supply. When Brad, the owner, delivered our meat a couple of weeks prior, he talked with us for 45 minutes telling us about his sheep farm. He joyously shared with us their farming philosophies and techniques, their goals and interests and encouraged us to come out for a visit to meet their 140 sheep, including their recently birthed babies that we could bottle feed! He was such a genuinely nice guy that I took him up on his offer and invited a friend of mine and her 3 kids to join us for a day at the sheep farm.
Upon arrival, the kids eagerly ran up to the barn towards the direction of the loud chorus of bleating.
The barn was packed with 140 sheep: big sheep, little sheep, white sheep, and black sheep. The sheep were free to roam where they desired. Brad told the kids to go absolutely where ever they wanted: up and over fences, in the stalls amongst the babies, in the barn yard amongst the big mamas, or out in the meadows and pasture. You really don't get a good perspective of just how large a full grown sheep can be if you're standing behind a fence! There was a separate pen where the lambs that Brad bottled fed, because their mothers didn't care for them, could jump through the fence and get some respite from the rest of the herd. They would run up to the kids without fear and lick them and nuzzle them and eat out of their hands.
The smell was rejeuvenating. The land was gorgeous! Rich green grass graced the vast rolling hills and meadows. It went on as far as the eye could see. It was glorious! The hills were alive with the sound of baaaaaaing...ah ah ah ahhhh.
There was a tree line way back at the edge of the pasture and Brad told us that the property even went far beyond the wooded area and the sheep were free to roam where ever they desired. The herd always stuck together and never strayed too far away and always returned upon hearing the shepherd's voice calling them or when ever he'd wave a white bucket in the air. Then they would stampede back thinking that they were about to be fed.
Teagan the terrorized Betty got to experience a stampede first hand...or rather first hoof. The boys, being boys, adopted the responsibility of shepherd with pride and testosterone fueled fervor. They were herding the sheep as well as any ol' sheep dog could! It was impressive! It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen. James said it was one of the best days of his life!
James & his friend Solomon would drive the sheep all the way out to the far reaches of the pasture and out into the wooded area beyond where we could even see them. My friend Jen and I were busy talking with Brad and enjoying the beauty and peace as we walked towards where they had gone. We weren't the slightest bit concerned since we could see that the sheep were more or less afraid of the roaring boys and would go wherever they wanted and they it was evident that they would always come back to the safety and security of their shepherd and their home in the barn. Brad kept repeating "It's okay girls, it's okay girls". They would almost instantly calm down from the trust they had of their master. It was almost comical to see the separation of the Ewes from their lambs and then watch as the babies would follow the sounds of their mother's beating's until they were reunited with their mothers and all was well with their world.
Teagan decided to head back up towards us ahead of the boys and herd and see what was taking us so long. Well, we weren't the slightest bit concerned until we saw the herd of 140 sheep stampede back towards us with 3 roaring boys running after them. Teagan was a good 100 feet or so ahead of them walking. We saw them coming. You don't know how fast sheep can run until you've seen a stampede. She heard them, she felt the ground under her feet trembling. I saw sheer terror overcome her body as she launched into in all out run to get to me in time. We were another 100 feet away from where she was. I yelled at her to stop and turn around because I knew that they would stop because they were more afraid of her than anything and they'd stop before they got to this huge puddle/pond that was at the bottom of the hill right before they got back to the pasture up towards the barn. There was no stopping her though-and when she got to me she lunged up into my arms. I turned her around so she could see the amazing sight of 140 sheep, coming to a complete stop! It sounds weird I know, but it was one of the coolest things to see 140 sheep running up behind your little 5 year old, with 3 boys driving them from behind, and seeing them come to a sheer stop at the sound of their shepherd's voice and the roadblock. I only wish I had gotten my camera out in time to capture the awesomeness of the moment! Teagan looked back and was almost proud of her accomplishment in avoiding being trampled. "That's amazing Mom" she said.
The kids learned all about the workings of being a real shepherd and the responsibilities that accompany. James even asked Brad if he wanted any help with anything while we were there. Brad was impressed with the kids questions, their manners, enthusiasm and maturity. I told him about Lil' James' passion for animals and his work ethic. Brad said he'd love to hire James as some cheap labor. I can't wait for that day!
The biblical parallels that were drawn throughout the entire experience were overwhelming. My thoughts naturally turned to Jesus our head shepherd. I was compelled to think of David and what the tune of his Psalms sounded like and the calming effect they must have had on the herd, the sheep's response to their master's voice, the young children being trained by the hands of their family shepherds, did Jesus have a pet lamb?, the lost sheep of our body...so many things to apply to our own lives. It was a biblical experience that could only be obtained when interacting with the shepherd and his flock on the level that we did.
What a blessed day! What a blessed experience! I want to take everyone I know!
My little shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
Life's Science
3 kids, some good friends, 3 binoculars, 1 bucket, 2 bug nets, 3 pairs of kids gardening gloves, some sort of scooping device, stale bread, a love for nature, and an awesome God- are all the things you need for a home schooling day's expedition at the Nature Preserve.
E is for speckled Egg shell we found along the shore of one of the Ponds.
X is for the eXcellent adventure that was had by all.
P is for the Ponds and Protected animal sanctuary that we explored for a few hours.
E is for the Egret casting it's huge shadow as it flew over us.
D is for the 5 baby Ducks that we fed some stale bread.
I is for Ireson spitting into the water off of the bridge to attract the fish.
T is for bat Turds we found in the pavilion- namely guano.
I is for Insects- dragon flies, damsel flies and too many other pesky critters that I hope the bats enjoy for dinner.
O is for Opossum foot prints in the mud!
N is for No camera to take pictures of the fantastic day. Tisk tisk to the Mama for that one. Oops.
In addition to all that we also saw:
Red Winged Blackbirds, Robins, Black-Capped Chickadees, Gold-Finches, Purple Finches, Blue Birds, King Fishers and various ducks and water fowl that we haven't been able to categorize yet.
Fish galore! Frogs, turtles, and red waterlilies.
Tadpoles- "a bugazillion" Teagan said-to be more precise. We brought some home to raise ourselves and I have lesson plans for the next month or so to go along with their metamorphosis.
Animal Tracks- deer, racoon, and opossum, and numerous human shoe and foot prints.
Bird Tracks- Blue Heron, Geese, and Egret prints under the water.
Hundreds of snake holes and animal burrows.
God's awesome design in all of it! What a great day!!!
E is for speckled Egg shell we found along the shore of one of the Ponds.
X is for the eXcellent adventure that was had by all.
P is for the Ponds and Protected animal sanctuary that we explored for a few hours.
E is for the Egret casting it's huge shadow as it flew over us.
D is for the 5 baby Ducks that we fed some stale bread.
I is for Ireson spitting into the water off of the bridge to attract the fish.
T is for bat Turds we found in the pavilion- namely guano.
I is for Insects- dragon flies, damsel flies and too many other pesky critters that I hope the bats enjoy for dinner.
O is for Opossum foot prints in the mud!
N is for No camera to take pictures of the fantastic day. Tisk tisk to the Mama for that one. Oops.
In addition to all that we also saw:
Red Winged Blackbirds, Robins, Black-Capped Chickadees, Gold-Finches, Purple Finches, Blue Birds, King Fishers and various ducks and water fowl that we haven't been able to categorize yet.
Fish galore! Frogs, turtles, and red waterlilies.
Tadpoles- "a bugazillion" Teagan said-to be more precise. We brought some home to raise ourselves and I have lesson plans for the next month or so to go along with their metamorphosis.
Animal Tracks- deer, racoon, and opossum, and numerous human shoe and foot prints.
Bird Tracks- Blue Heron, Geese, and Egret prints under the water.
Hundreds of snake holes and animal burrows.
God's awesome design in all of it! What a great day!!!
Monday, May 03, 2010
Sing-er-Son
Ireson loves to make up songs as of recent. His inflections are a hoot! Here's his latest jingle.
Holding Hands in the Parking Lot
Holding Hands in the Parking Lot
Staying Safe When Cars are Not
(wait fot the big finish....)
HOLDING HANDS IN THE PARKING LOT!
Holding Hands in the Parking Lot
Holding Hands in the Parking Lot
Staying Safe When Cars are Not
(wait fot the big finish....)
HOLDING HANDS IN THE PARKING LOT!
Baby Love My Baby Love...
James informs me that "our next baby needs to be a black baby because they're the cutest!" I told him that we had already tried 3 times to have a black baby but Daddy and I just can't breed black.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Pause it!
I was driving all over today and Lil' James and I were having a conversation about something or other and Teagan couldn't get a word in edge wise. It was true roll reversal. Anyhow, she was trying to get our attention and in so doing yelled: "Mom! James! PAUSE IT!" I stopped talking and laughed. "Now listen! Look over there it's a deer!, she said with relief."
I think I like "Pause it!" and shall use it as one of my own child hushing tactics.
I think I like "Pause it!" and shall use it as one of my own child hushing tactics.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
A Dog's Life
The kids have their list of responsibilities/chores that they have to do before breakfast. Making the bed, getting dressed, clothes on and/or put in the hamper, toys put away, teeth brushed, etc. along with letting the dog out and feeding her is. It's a basic biblical principle. The man who does not work, does not eat. The dog doesn't get fed-you don't get fed. Okay that second part is from the NBV (New Becky Version) but the principle still stands.
Most of the time Ireson will elicit the help of his brother or sister to help get the dog food. Yet, this past week, Ireson has been more than happy to volunteer for the task and quite demanding that he feeds the dog all by himself. I generally don't have to check that she's been fed her adequate amount because they're pretty reliable. He's especially good at taking notice of his furry friend and bestowing upon her an ample amount of hugs and kisses all throughout the day. It's entirely too sweet.
Most of the time Ireson will elicit the help of his brother or sister to help get the dog food. Yet, this past week, Ireson has been more than happy to volunteer for the task and quite demanding that he feeds the dog all by himself. I generally don't have to check that she's been fed her adequate amount because they're pretty reliable. He's especially good at taking notice of his furry friend and bestowing upon her an ample amount of hugs and kisses all throughout the day. It's entirely too sweet.
I went into the laundry room to put a load of clothes in and saw Lexi's bowl. I had to chuckle when I saw the complimentary treat that Ireson left for her enjoyment. Now it makes sense why he's wanted to feed her all week. When I asked him why he was giving her a treat with breakfast (he usually always asks first before giving her one) he said: "Because, Wexi just needed some more wove."
It's the simple things in life-like the complimentary mint on your hotel pillow.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
You Snooze You Schmooze
Today, I put Teagan and Ireson down for a nap. I started baking some muffins and about an hour later Teagan decided to grace us with her grouchy presence. I saw her come into my room with a look of consternation on her face. I asked her why she was out of bed and she proceeded to plead her case.
"Mom, I couldn't sleep!" she retorted.
"Well, did you try to go to sleep?" I asked.
"Yes! But I smelled something SO wonderful that I couldn't sleep! If you weren't cooking down there something that smells so good then I could have fallen asleep! So it's your fault. See?"
"Really?" I wasn't sure quite how to respond being that the whole house did smell wonderful and it was rather intoxicating. I tried telling her "that Ireson was still asleep and it didn't seem to bother him."
"Well, that's because he was tired and it didn't "bother" me Mom, it just made me have to get up and go eat whatever you're making. So (then she looked at me with eye brows raise, head tilted and a good pause as though to wait for my response and then she paused some more) What did you make?"
She'd make a good attorney. Since she couldn't snooze she tried to schmooze.
I guess I learned MY lesson.
"Mom, I couldn't sleep!" she retorted.
"Well, did you try to go to sleep?" I asked.
"Yes! But I smelled something SO wonderful that I couldn't sleep! If you weren't cooking down there something that smells so good then I could have fallen asleep! So it's your fault. See?"
"Really?" I wasn't sure quite how to respond being that the whole house did smell wonderful and it was rather intoxicating. I tried telling her "that Ireson was still asleep and it didn't seem to bother him."
"Well, that's because he was tired and it didn't "bother" me Mom, it just made me have to get up and go eat whatever you're making. So (then she looked at me with eye brows raise, head tilted and a good pause as though to wait for my response and then she paused some more) What did you make?"
She'd make a good attorney. Since she couldn't snooze she tried to schmooze.
I guess I learned MY lesson.
Me & My Beany
My Jamaican sister Deanna came over for a visit with little Ben (Beany). We are so in love with this kid. I can't get enough of him! He's just so yummy! I had to share some pictures of him and his cousins.
Multiple Personality Disorder
Ireson has been having a hard time with his behavior of recent. He's been incredibly stubborn, selfish, strong willed (not necessarily bad) and well sinful. He's been intentionally provoking his brother and sister until he gets his own way and constantly yelling...just plain nasty I tell you! He's been spending a lot of time in the corner, his bed or time-out in general. Anyhow, I was lying down with him in his bed the other day to discuss his behavior and to do some prayer time with him to ask for some much needed help and guidance.
I said "You're having a really hard time being a child of God lately. You have a lot of anger on your heart and you're not being very nice. You're being quite the little Crabberson."
He looks at me behind his scowl and evident anger of being secluded AGAIN and grunts, "NO I NOT A CRABBERSON."
Then began the back and forth banter:
"Are you a Stinkerson?"
"No, I not a Stinkerson eeder."
"Are you a Braterson?"
Trying to hide the giggles- "No, I not a Braterson."
"Are you a Maderson?"
"No (pause), well yes, sometimes I a Maderson but no I not a Maderson right now. (Deep sigh as though to succumb to the defeat) Mom- I just. I just- a Boy-son."
Well, I'm glad we got that cleared up.
I said "You're having a really hard time being a child of God lately. You have a lot of anger on your heart and you're not being very nice. You're being quite the little Crabberson."
He looks at me behind his scowl and evident anger of being secluded AGAIN and grunts, "NO I NOT A CRABBERSON."
Then began the back and forth banter:
"Are you a Stinkerson?"
"No, I not a Stinkerson eeder."
"Are you a Braterson?"
Trying to hide the giggles- "No, I not a Braterson."
"Are you a Maderson?"
"No (pause), well yes, sometimes I a Maderson but no I not a Maderson right now. (Deep sigh as though to succumb to the defeat) Mom- I just. I just- a Boy-son."
Well, I'm glad we got that cleared up.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Failed Test
I decided to give Lil' James a 1st grade standardized test. I was torn on whether or not to bother since I think they are wrong at this stage of education. I did it not so much to see how he was doing, but rather to see how I was doing and if there was something that I needed to work on with him and to make sure he and I were covering all the bases. I thought it would be nice so he could see how he was progressing and where he is more advanced or lagging. I didn't do it in the typical logistical and rigid testing way either. We did a page or so of questions every day over a week. I also think it's important to learn how to take a test since they will inevitably come across tests such as these throughout their lives: driver's license, college entrance, etc.
Anyway, one of the reasons I'm an advocate for home schooling is so children aren't "taught the test" and public Ed is heavily based on "teaching to the test" as my many teacher relatives will testify. I've heard so many complaints and frustrations, from many relatives and friends that are teachers (private, charter, and public), about how they feel trapped because they don't have a choice but to teach the test! I've gained a different perspective from talking to them. I feel incredibly blessed to have 6 close friends and relatives who are teachers in the system who are there to help at my beckon call! I love that they are there for me to ask advice, teaching tactics, and glean from their wisdom.
While I was at a lengthy Dentist appointment recently, I read a Newsweek magazine and the entire thing was dedicated solely to the education system and the "error of its ways." I read that whole thing cover to cover in the time I was there. I wish I had asked to take it home. I felt incredibly vindicated and reassurred in why I we are homes chooling in the first place! I love it you come across those things that are so blatantly "in your face" reminding you of why you are doing what you're doing. I couldn't believe how blatantly honest Newsweek was!
Anyhow, I found it rather ironic that some of the questions in the test completely proved the point of why I think they are primarily pointless and an unneeded, added stressor. For example, this was straight out of the test:
Directions: Put the proper punctuation at the end of the following sentence.
I like to run and play outside
A - .
B - !
C - ?
James responded with an excited: "Oh, I LIKE to run and play outside-so that would have an exclamation point after it!"
Of course the test was simply looking for a period as the proper answer. I'm assuming that because it doesn't say "love to play outside" is why they were looking for a period.
THEN- Lil' James said, "Well, if I'm saying it then why aren't there quotation marks on the outsides?"
HA! Exactly! Take that you dingy test makers! It was a proud moment. I didn't tell him that they wanted him to choose period because HE was absolutely right.
Another sample question in the reading comprehension section:
What do you do when you are happy?
A - Laugh
B - Cry
C - Sit
You can probably see where this is headed. James said, "Well, sometimes you laugh, but sometimes you cry like when you found out that Ireson wasn't going to die in the hospital." Right you are my boy! Of course they wanted him to answer laugh. Oh well. I love that he's learning to critically think!
Otherwise, he did great on the test and we found a few things that we needed to review. All in all, I think the test failed him.
Now- back to the drawing board....
Ben came over for a visit and James lost his second top tooth the day after losing his first top tooth.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Pharaoh-ish ways
Lil' James' 2 top teeth have been very loose for a very long time. The other night I was finishing up with brushing his teeth and it's like they were begging to be pulled out. You can practically bend them over sideways. So we decided to see if we could get them out that night. Daddy and James sequestered themselves in the bathroom and worked at those teeth for over a half hour. I was watching from the sidelines and commented that those teeth were stinkin' stubborn!
"Yeah! Like Pharaoh! They're Pharaoh teeth."- he replied. Naturally, we had to start singing: "Let my tooth go..." to the tune of "Let My People Go." From this point on he's been asking everyone if they want to see his Pharaoh teeth.
Teagan and siblings were sitting and eating breakfast while I was talking to my Aunt Cindy on the phone one day. She's a Coronary Care nurse and she was telling me how they had a patient code at work the other day and he died. We saw Cindy later that day and Teagan relayed her concern to her by saying,
"Cindy! Mommy said that you killed someone at your work yesterday!"
"Yeah! Like Pharaoh! They're Pharaoh teeth."- he replied. Naturally, we had to start singing: "Let my tooth go..." to the tune of "Let My People Go." From this point on he's been asking everyone if they want to see his Pharaoh teeth.
Teagan and siblings were sitting and eating breakfast while I was talking to my Aunt Cindy on the phone one day. She's a Coronary Care nurse and she was telling me how they had a patient code at work the other day and he died. We saw Cindy later that day and Teagan relayed her concern to her by saying,
"Cindy! Mommy said that you killed someone at your work yesterday!"
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Privacy is overrated.
The other day the phone rang and James answered with his usual rhetoric: "Ross Residence. Who's calling, please?"
Short pause followed by: "My Mom? Can you hold on a while she's going potty?"
Apparently I had to go and train him to be polite and all and in the process I forgot the part about full disclosure. It could have been worse.
Short pause followed by: "My Mom? Can you hold on a while she's going potty?"
Apparently I had to go and train him to be polite and all and in the process I forgot the part about full disclosure. It could have been worse.
Volcano Science Experiment and the kids doing some Yoga moves at Circus Class.
James, Ireson and Lil' James are under there somewhere.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Brotherly Love
The other evening Ireson took a nap until almost 6pm. I let him sleep that long because it was a late start on a much needed nap and respite for me. Consequently, we didn't put him to bed until almost 9pm. Meanwhile, James and Teagan went to bed at 8pm. James past out almost immediately, Teagan shortly after.
Come about 9:30pm James and I hear doors closing and we figured Ireson was up. We were watching a video so we gave it a few more minutes until we went to check to see what Ireson was doing. James reluctantly got out of bed at 9:45pm and headed to the boys' room. He comes back in a minute later and said with minor comical annoyance- "Beck, we're missing a kid."
The search was on.
Where was Ireson and what was the little Stinkerson doing? I figured he was in the bathroom getting a drink of water or sitting on the potty seat- but no such luck.
I told James to check Lil' James bed. He came back in chuckling and said, "Now that's too stinkin' precious- you've gotta come see this."
Sure enough- Ireson had climbed up into the top bunk with James and was passed out, upside down, shirtless. James went and grabbed the camera and we tried a bunch of different shots to document the darlings. I'm surprised the flash didn't wake them up or the neighbors for that matter!
After some minor bodily contortions on my part- I picked Ireson up and put him down in his own bed to avoid the kicking and hitting of others that happens in my children's sleep. James and I have both been victimized by flailing body parts.
Come about 9:30pm James and I hear doors closing and we figured Ireson was up. We were watching a video so we gave it a few more minutes until we went to check to see what Ireson was doing. James reluctantly got out of bed at 9:45pm and headed to the boys' room. He comes back in a minute later and said with minor comical annoyance- "Beck, we're missing a kid."
The search was on.
Where was Ireson and what was the little Stinkerson doing? I figured he was in the bathroom getting a drink of water or sitting on the potty seat- but no such luck.
I told James to check Lil' James bed. He came back in chuckling and said, "Now that's too stinkin' precious- you've gotta come see this."
Sure enough- Ireson had climbed up into the top bunk with James and was passed out, upside down, shirtless. James went and grabbed the camera and we tried a bunch of different shots to document the darlings. I'm surprised the flash didn't wake them up or the neighbors for that matter!
After some minor bodily contortions on my part- I picked Ireson up and put him down in his own bed to avoid the kicking and hitting of others that happens in my children's sleep. James and I have both been victimized by flailing body parts.
James has been known to go down and sleep with Ireson in the bottom, double sized bunk, to help his brother out when he gets scared. I thought it was soooo cute that Ireson climbed up with his sleeping brother rather than stayed down below with his dog. Oh well, sometimes you just need a brother's love instead.
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Poop-erson
Today- Ireson pooped on the potty. After breakfast, he approched me with with a grimace and said in a husky voice, "Mom, my belly hurts and it feels like I maybe have to go poop."
He's been showing me more signs that he's interested and ready these past couple of weeks. So this past week we've been discussing alot more about listening to his body and trying to understand what it is his body is trying to tell him.
So he sat on the potty, requested I get him his Bible to read, and commensed with the process.
James, Teagan, and I were sitting at the kitchen table doing school work when we heard a loud splash. Padon the graphic nature of this post...but it's exciting! We all looked up in amazement, looked at him and started to laugh and scream with joy! Ireson was giggling and blushing. I ran in there and gave him a kiss and he looked up at me with his big Eeyore eyes and said, "Can I have my present now?!"
I stocked up on Match-box cars and airplanes for $1 each for this occasion and I've been telling him about them for weeks! I went and got him one to unwrap and he was elated. We called Daddy to share the news, and he's told everyone that has called today as well.
We're off to a great yet stinky start!
He's been showing me more signs that he's interested and ready these past couple of weeks. So this past week we've been discussing alot more about listening to his body and trying to understand what it is his body is trying to tell him.
So he sat on the potty, requested I get him his Bible to read, and commensed with the process.
James, Teagan, and I were sitting at the kitchen table doing school work when we heard a loud splash. Padon the graphic nature of this post...but it's exciting! We all looked up in amazement, looked at him and started to laugh and scream with joy! Ireson was giggling and blushing. I ran in there and gave him a kiss and he looked up at me with his big Eeyore eyes and said, "Can I have my present now?!"
I stocked up on Match-box cars and airplanes for $1 each for this occasion and I've been telling him about them for weeks! I went and got him one to unwrap and he was elated. We called Daddy to share the news, and he's told everyone that has called today as well.
We're off to a great yet stinky start!
Tooth Extraction 101
On Christmas Day we discovered that both Teagan's bottom- middle teeth were loose. We thought they had a month or so to go before readily available to pull...as was her older brother's situation. It seemed like they took forever to be ready to come out. However, this past Tuesday the tooth was practically bending halfway over. All of her diligent playing with it and wiggling it must have paid off. She was primed and ready to yet again catch up with her older brother of 16 months.
When her Dad got home she approached him with the dilemma. He looked at it and told her he didn't think it was ready. Then Teagan proceeded to prove him wrong and say, "Uh-huh, seeeee" as she bent it over. James amazed at the loosing progress said, "Wow, okay-let's do it!"
Teagan, all excited, ran upstairs into their bathroom and began to assemble the proper tools. She had witnessed the deed before when her Dad pulled out James's first tooth so she was well educated in tooth extraction 101. She got out the floss, anbesol, and tissue and neatly laid them out on the counter as though she were the scrub nurse for her own oral surgery.
Meanwhile, Daddy came into our room and told me with a cheeky and proud grin, "She sure knows how to get to my heart. Ahhh..." Then he went into their bathroom with Tea, shut the door, and proceeded with the task at hand...err tooth.
For a time, all I heard was laughing and mumbling. About 10 minutes later, much longer than I expected, James paged me to the OR......or rather BR. "Beck, we need your help for a minute here." I scrubbed in and received the report. I see this frazzle haired little wee Tea standing in the corner with a big long floss string hanging around her tooth. James told me that he couldn't get a hold of the teensy little tooth and she's complaining it hurts and the floss was stuck under there and he couldn't get that out either. Hmm...well, we decided that she couldn't go to bed with the floss in her mouth because she'd probably choke or aspirate it and we weren't going to stick any sharp objects in there...though that sounded kind of fun to nurse Becky... so I told her that it had to come out tonight.
With that said, James said he'd be right back and ran downstairs. Teagan got herself worked up into a crying tizzy, and told me that she didn't like the taste of the blood and that it hurt. Moments later James returned with a popsicle! Genius! Teagan perked up immediately when she tasted the fruity toothy treat. With anesthesia in place for a few minutes and Teagan's spirits positive, James grabbed on to the tooth with a washcloth and started wiggling, pulling, and prying and Teagan started...crying...again. He stopped, stepped back, and said "I quit."
I was ready to take over with my more dainty hands as Teagan stood there crying and thinking that she was going to have to live with floss sticking out of her mouth until her next birthday! James said, "Hey Teagan" held his hand out in front of her and opened up the washcloth. To Teagan's surprise she saw....drum roll please...her tooth! Then she started laughing hysterically amidst the tears and wet cheeks. She was soo happy and started jumping up and down and yelling for her brothers so she could share the good news.
She asked if I could sneak into her room tonight and give her the special "Mama Tooth Fairy" treat since "Daddy is too loud."
Ahh the human child experience.
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