Sunday, December 14, 2008
More often than not you'll hear me complaining about my children. I fantasize regularly about how great it used to be when it was just me and Mark and how nice it would be to go back--back to the days of sleeping in on Saturdays and working a good ol' nine to five and making dinner for people who would actually eat it all. But sometimes, every once in awhile my kids do or say something and I think, "Dang I've sure got cute kids. Lets keep 'em!" Lately, my kids have been especially adorable and I have to take a moment to write down all their sweetness so the next time they aren't so delicious I can look back here and remind myself one more time why I'm doing this motherhood thing.
Hunter lost a tooth last week and left two notes for the tooth fairy. The first note requested that the tooth fairy leave his tooth. I have no idea what he needed it for but she let him keep it anyway. The second note was one of the most adorable letters I've ever seen. It said, "Dear Tooth Fairy, Thanks for always leaving me money for my teeth. Please write your name here (arrow drawing to a line). I hope you know I still believe." This in the same week the Diabetes Clinic informed us that Hunter was too old to attend their Pediatric Diabetes Christmas Party. He still believes in Santa, the tooth fairy and leprechauns and I'm not sure I have the heart to tell him otherwise.
Mark dressed Caleb in camo the other day. I was getting ready to take Hunter to Diabetes Clinic and Caleb wanted to go with. I told Caleb to grab his silkie and he said, "Army Mans don't have silkies." "Fine," I said. "Put it on the couch so it doesn't get walked on." So Caleb grabbed his silkie and stuffed it in the diaper bag for "just in case" I guess. He's so close to being a big boy but not quite yet. And I'm glad about that because he's so delicious to snuggle, that little boy and his silkie.
Hunter and Noah were yelling at Denver a few nights ago for waking them up that morning. It wasn't really Denver's fault. The twins woke Denver up. They always do. First thing in the morning, when they climb out of bed they wander into Denver's room and climb into his bed. They love Denver and Denver loves them. He plays with the three little boys like they're toys. Anyway, Denver was trying to stick up for himself and in his defense he said, "I just can't resist them. I try to, but they just come in my bed and I have to play with them." And the sad thing (or the really loveable thing) is that it's totally true. Denver has gotten in huge trouble messing around with the twins when he's supposed to be quiet but he can't help it anyway. Sometimes he even asks permission if he can play with the twins. And I love that about Denver--that he loves his little brothers so much he's practically addicted.
The twins really like storytime. I read to them almost every day before their naps and Mark reads to them almost every night before bed. The last week or so we've been reading them Christmas stories. They love to find Baby Jesus and the star. Nowadays when you ask the twins what the star means they say (in unison), "Go this way!" Yesterday we went driving to see Christmas lights and we asked them what the star means and after they said "go this way" in unison, Justus said, "It's my job. . . Go this way!" And Jericho said, "No it's my job. . . Go this way!" And Justus said, "It's my job. . . Go this way!" And they continued to fight for the rest of the ride home over who's job it was to tell me what the star means. They also like to fight with Caleb over who's job it is to flush the toilet. The rule in our house is supposed to be you make the pee you get to flush. But since they don't make anything in the toilet they think Caleb has to share his pee 50-50. Caleb doesn't agree. It's so funny to see them try and sneak in a flush before Caleb. I love those two troublemakers.
This isn't so cute but I thought it was funny when it happened. They say girls are much more dramatic than boys but I'd beg to differ. We have plenty of drama in our home and I'm not the only source. Hunter hates doing his homework. I don't blame him. Homework is just plain boring. And after six or seven hours at school that's the last thing anyone wants to do. But Hunter really hates it. One night in particular he was struggling to do his work and I told him if he didn't get busy he'd lose GT the next day. Hunter's response, "I can't do it! I can't do it! The days are dragging on like years." That's a direct quote. I wrote it down as soon as he said it, right after I quit laughing. And trust me Hunter, time speeds up soon enough. Enjoy the long, boring days while you've got 'em cause I promise, they won't last for long. You'll see.
Denver and I were discussing Christmas shopping a few weeks ago. He's got Logan and I've got James. After we'd figured out what Logan might like we were trying to think of something James might like. Then Denver made this suggestion, "Maybe James would like one of those. . . what are they called? A knife you keep in your pocket?" I love the way little kids think sometimes. Once while we were up at the park we ran into a friend we hadn't seen for awhile. Denver was thrilled and started running around with the kid. All of the sudden Denver noticed they had on the same color pants and pointed out to his friend that "Hey! We've got on the same pants but different." I told you so. I've got smart kids.
Last night Hunter came downstairs and said, "I think I've got Hyperglermia." Not hyperglycemia. Hyperglermia. I couldn't help but chuckle a little. He's growing up fast but every once in awhile he still seems litttle.
 Caleb, Jericho, Justus and I made the fifth treat of Christmas yesterday. No recipe for this one. Just melt rolos on Pretzel Snaps and squish 'em down with an M&M. It's one of those yummy things you can make with little kids that's quick and mess-free. It's more a matter of self-control. I had to keep reminding the kids to put the rolos on the pretzels and not in their mouths. Before I laid the pretzels on the pan I counted the rolos to see how many pretzels we needed. There were 42. Noah watched me count them all and then watched as I counted out the pretzels. "Mommy?" he interrupted. "Can there be 41 pretzels instead of 42?" Of course I couldn't resist handing over the rolo.
Caleb really liked them. Well, the rolo and the M&M part, not so much the pretzel part. I guess between Noah and Caleb I should have just put the rolos on the tray and skipped the pretzel part. But anyway, after he'd asked for several I told him he couldn't have anymore. A few minutes later Caleb returned to the kitchen and asked, "Mommy, what do conductors eat?" He was wearing his conductor costume. Before I could even answer him he said, "Conductors eat candy." Then he just stood there staring at me and the pan of candies, smiling, longingly. Long story short, the conductor and his brothers ate them all while I was out finishing some Christmas shopping. Should have added Rolos to my shopping list.
And my favorite quote of the week comes from yours truly. Caleb was running around naked and it was dinner time and I shouted, "Caleb come here right now and get some underwear on. You can't eat dinner naked!" We do a lot of things naked in this house but there's one thing we don't do and that's eating dinner naked. No shirt, no shoes, no problem. No underwear--no dinner! Someday I think I need to write a book about all the ridiculous things we say as parents cause I say a lot of them.
posted by Shana # 9:41 PM 
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