Monday, February 28, 2011

What I just heard

(file photo from CT, but very appropriate today)

{Background ... Kate's been asking me for food all day long. She's had healthy portions of breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, and now it's 3:19 p.m. and she's asking for more. It's not for lack of food ... must be growing.}

Kate: "If you didn't name me Kate, then I wouldn't be hungry all the time."

Me: "Oh, is that what it is?"

Monday, February 21, 2011

Windy Days

After our time at the beach last week, we said we wanted to take a kite next time because it's so windy there. So after leaving the beach we went to the store and bought a kite.

Well, Saturday turned out to be cooler and lots more windy, so we thought it was a perfect day to try out our new purchase.I think I had as much fun as Wes and Kate:).

Sunday, February 20, 2011

I want to remember ...

There are many things I want to remember from my children's childhood ... and this is one of them.

Wesley, with his half-tucked in shirt (into his underwear, no less); his tie clipped on by himself, on the outside of the collar; and the sweet innocence in his eyes.

Such a sweet boy. He's always concerned about me and is in a mommy phase. He accepts and freely gives kisses to me, although they're quickly wiped off, but that's more than Matt's getting right now. He's constantly saying, "Mommy, I like you." I always respond by saying I love him and he says, "but Mommy, I really like you." Which, in his language means, we're all supposed to love each other because we're in a family, but I really like you as a person, too.

He's always concerned about the baby and will say, "I'm not hurting you, am I Mommy?" when he sits on my lap.

He still has issues with sharing and totally accepting everyone (he holds grudges a long time), but wow, if I could have another boy as sweet as he is, I'd take 10 ... okay, maybe 1 or 2;).

Friday, February 18, 2011

Regional phrases

(No, this is not our new car;))

When you grow up in an area and don't move around a lot, you get used to phrases or words that are commonly used in that region. I took a class at BYU that talked about accents within the United States and pronunciations common to certain areas.

So when we moved to the East Coast I was kind of excited to start hearing some of these regular phrases that are regional. One example was: in Utah I was used to hearing 'shopping cart', whereas in CT I commonly heard people say 'carriage' as in, "go get me a carriage, please", when entering a grocery store.

A new one I was introduced to a couple of weeks ago and figured out just yesterday that it might be a regional word or phrase is punch buggy. Now I could be totally wrong about it being a regional word, but now that I've seen/heard it twice here, I think it may be one that is regional.

So here's the definition from Wikipedia ... Punch buggy (also called punch bug, slug bug, or beetle bug) is a car game generally played by children in which participants punch each other in the arm upon first sight of a Volkswagon Beetle while calling out "Slug bug" or "Punch buggy" in reference to the Beetle's nickname, the Bug.

First encounter: Wes went up to a lady at church and asked, "You drive that red slug bug?", she laughed and said, "oh, that's a cute name, and yes, that is my punch buggy!". I thought she was just giving it an endearing name.

Second encounter: A slug bug in our apartment parking lot was decorated the other day, and the window paint said 'punch buggy' on the back. Thus, my putting two and two together that maybe this was a real name/regional name.

I came home tonight and googled it and sure enough, it's real.

Just some random food for thought:).

Assateague again

Our children and I went to Assateague National Seashore again today. We knew it was going to be 70 degrees and so we thought we'd celebrate by going to the beach.

We dropped off Matt at work, came back and packed a picnic and were on our way. We got there around 10 a.m. which was so perfect. I think the wind never stops blowing there, so it was mildly cool, but not uncomfortable; after a couple of hours it warmed up and we shed our jackets.

We spread out our blanket and I settled down with the Scholastic book order pamphlets that we used to get in elementary school, and a book about homeschooling*.

Wes, Kate and Sophie immediately took their buckets and shovels and needed my attention no longer.

After a couple of hours we had lunch and then started to play again.

During this time I kept thinking, "this couldn't be more heavenly; no schedules to keep, no places to be, and the kids are playing so well." I even took a little catnap.

Next time we've decided to take a kite. I think this will be a regular place for us this Spring, Summer and Fall. After about 5 hours away from home we came home tired, hungry, and full of fun things to tell Dad:).
*I've always been interested in homeschooling, mainly because I'm concerned about quality education. We plan on enrolling Wes and Kate in public school kindergarten in the fall, but I'm interested in homeschooling principles and how we can keep learning opportunities in the forefront of our family life, and use them to supplement our children's public education experience. I'm pretty sure I don't have the patience to be a good homeschooling mom, but from the book I was reading today, that's a common excuse/reason a lot of homeschooling parents had at first, until they learned how to make homeschooling work for them. It's a really interesting research topic (much to the chagrin of my mother;)).

Thursday, February 17, 2011

The innocence of children

On the heels of the previous post, I have a great illustration of the HUGE difference between adults and children; or at least between most adults and most children.

We went to a really great playground today to celebrate 65 degree weather. This play area is one of those that is built for many ages and many abilities. It really is the jewel of our community, or at least what I've experienced of the community thus far.

A section of this playground has a little boat where you can pretend you're steering, etc.

Kate bee-lined it to this area right after saying, "I'm going to go make some friends, Mom."

So I followed, with Wes and Sophie. By the time I got there Kate had already introduced herself to a mother and a 5-year old girl, who were playing in the boat. Then she took the helm and said, "this is just like a boat we read about last night. It's where these two bad brothers named Laman and Lemuel tied up their righteous brother named Nephi, and then the Liahona stopped working because they wouldn't repent!"

Still going a hundred miles an hour, she continued. "Then a huge storm came and they were all about to die, and then Laman and Lemuel decided they should repent and they let Nephi go, and the storm went away and the Liahona started working again and they made it to the Promised Land."

I'm learning to step back and just let Kate be Kate. There have been times where my own discomfort about her openness took over and I muzzled her a few times, or warned people, or made excuses. But I've really come to admire her in so many ways. She can make friends with anyone. She is not shy at all, and freely gives hugs and tells people she loves them. This is pretty close to 173 degrees opposite of how I am, and I'd probably say how Matt is too. Where she got this I don't know.

This mother at the playground was probably wondering who in the world this little girl was, what she was talking about, and why she was using words like 'repent' and 'Promised Land'. But I thought, wow, if we all could be that open about sharing the gospel and stop worrying about if we're going to offend someone just by saying what we believe, we'd all be in a better place.

I hope this gift of hers doesn't wane with age. I hope it's refined and developed.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

It's just the mailman, Mom! And wonderful gifts

Kate tends to think that anyone who smiles and wears a uniform is NOT a stranger. So she will happily talk to them whenever. Although I'm thankful for her innocence, it frightens me that she's so willing to trust people who appear to be an authority figure. There are other situations I won't post, but I don't seem to be 'getting through' on the stranger/danger subject.

Tonight I was in the back of the apartment and Kate comes running down the hall. It's a very small apartment = about a 10 foot run down the hall, so I'm not quite sure how I missed all this action. But back to it ... she runs down the hall with a package, evidently delivered by the UPS man, unbeknownst to me.

After our 'talk' once again about not opening the door unless I'm there, we opened a much welcomed and anticipated package from my sister. Inside were 6 or more hardback books about Book of Mormon heroes, and some CD's about morals/principles. My mind's hallelujah chorus was going crazy.

One of the best things about being the youngest, are the hand-me-downs I've gotten. They're much more appreciated as I grow older;).

My sister got these books from a neighbor, who bought them for when her grandchildren visited her. She, my sister, was recently going through her library and thought they'd be more age-appropriate for my children. I also love that she has almost single-handedly supplied us with our preschool materials. I must remember to 'pay it forward', since Matt's the oldest in his family and has siblings who can benefit from our hand-me-downs in the future.

These books look almost new and are in near perfect condition. Wes and Kate were thrilled, and instantly requested we read about Nephi and the Brass Plates, since that's where they're reading right now.

We're also excited to listen to the CD's about honesty, forgiveness, and more, since we are freshly finished with Ramona the Brave, and Ramona Quimby, Age 8.

Friday, February 4, 2011


In the Fall my sister introduced me to an aspect of the Mormon Channel I hadn't explored previously ... Conversations.

I have LOVED listening to them. I'll usually listen to them on Sunday mornings, or at night after the kids are in bed and I'm folding laundry. I've been so enlightened and inspired by these interviews with people with a unique LDS perspective. It's another example to me of the blessings the internet can bring.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Frustrated with Reality

Why is it that in my 5'11" frame I cannot carry a baby with grace and elegance? You'd think I'd be able to tuck a second little body in there with ease.

I'm barely 6 months along and look as if I'm about to deliver; and I'm not being overly self critical, I'm stating reality.

But then I think I really need to stop complaining, since all those years we were without children I would have loved looking huge, just for the privilege and chance of being pregnant. Must be my state of mind;).