Monday, October 29, 2007
Julie overheard this conversation between Macie, her daughter, and Porter.
Macie: Porter, you can be my boyfriend.
Porter: Desirae is already my girlfriend.
Macie: Ok, you can kiss her.
Porter: Well, you can be my girlfriend, too. I have lots of girlfriends, 100's of them.
Macie: Ok, bye! (giggles)
Sunday, October 28, 2007
When they arrived they made TMNT out of green play dough (I put their dough in this gift bags to take home with them). Then I tied blue headbands on them and we went outside for their education and training. We told them the story of TMNT, we did some warm up drills, a cool obstacle course that Doug designed.
We had a lemonade stand so they could rehydrate during their training. We played ninja, ninja, turtle (duck, duck, goose). And Sensei says (Simon says). And Ninja Turtle, Ninja Turtle (Red Rover-- which I should add is not a very safe game... at all! Poor Sophia and Jade almost got their arms ripped off when Porter accurately targeted them as the weakest link in our chain. After we played with the kids, we let each kid try to break through me and Doug, none was successful, but we almost landed on kid on his head). We decided to limit the party to kids Porter's age, because we wanted to play some rougher games, and I didn't want younger siblings getting hurt. I think we were wise!
We had a pinata, per Porter's request. I think had we only had a pinata, he would have been happy, since turtles eat pizza, we had to have pizza, then we cut the cake (which I made, I've learned to keep the cakes simple, and this one was, but I was quite proud of it anyways). And finished with presents. His friends were so generous, and he was so excited with his gifts. He's been playing with them all weekend. Fun Fun Fun!
Our stake held a four-ward Halloween carnival and trunk or treat.
The Friday before Halloween was "Make Believe Day." The kids were allowed to wear costumes that weren't too scary. Masks and make-up were not allowed either. They played games during the day, and at the end of the day they had a little parade that the parents were invited to watch.
Even though Sophia couldn't march in the parade, there was no way she was going to miss out on an opportunity to wear her costume.
Unfortunately, by the time she made her decision on what she wanted to be, the stores I checked were out of her size of mermaid costume. I created a costume, and told Sophia it was a mermaid costume (see zoo boo). Sophia seemed happy with the costume, but a friend (Jane) heard about it, and borrowed this costume from another friend. Jane's three year old is another little mermaid in the water, and she thought that Sophia needed an authentic mermaid costume. So nice of her!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Here are some photos to refresh your memory of how I look with different lengths...
photo by Annie
photo by Audra
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
When I looked over and saw Porter holding his brother, I had to take a picture, because I wanted to preserve such a sweet moment.
I can't believe how old Porter is getting! More on that later!
His checkup went well today...
Weight: 49 pounds (75th percentile)
Height: 47 pounds (75th percentile)
I got shots for all my kids today. Nice to get it all done in one fell swoop, but, at the same time, a little anxiety producing... Sophia volunteered to go first (flu shot), and did a fabulous job. Preston was next (they were out of the prevnar at his 4 month appointment-- thought that was weird, but whatever) and he was of course sad.
I had to coax Porter back into the room (he left without a word as soon as the nurse brought in every one's shots. It took all of my strength to hold him down, he's such a big boy! I was just about to give up and call in for reinforcements (more nurses) when he finally stopped fighting me. He cried so hard, Sophia started crying for him, and the baby was already wailing because I had put him down.
I was quite the sight, to say the least, trying to get all my hysterical kids out the door. It was one of those mom moments of, "you gotta just laugh, otherwise you'll cry!"
Approaching the home (couch), knocking (verbally), saying trick or treat, and filling their pumpkins with candy, one piece per house... I love it when they come up with their own games, and play together! They did talk me into playing after a while, and I had fun too!
In the past, I have tried to save holiday activities for be done closer to their respective holidays, but then sometimes I feel like we don't really enjoy them because we're rushing them, trying to fit them all in in a short amount of time.
I'm trying a different strategy this time, and I think it's working. I brought home our pumpkin last week, and the kids were so excited to carve it, I said why not, it's Monday night, it can be family home evening. Doug helped them carve a scary face.
True to H* weather factors, the pumpkin molded in a few days, and Porter then had an absolutely delightful time demolishing the pumpkin in the back yard. When I agreed to the project, I assumed it would keep him busy for hours... and it did... what I didn't realize was that he wanted me to help him with his huge project (it takes along time to whittle away a large pumpkin with a butter knife...). Porter can be so creative in his "projects." Another memorable and also time consuming one was making watermelon juice from a large watermelon and a garlic press...
It was an interesting experience to chose the right words to try and show Saul and Porter how to respect each other beliefs. To validate what Saul has been taught by his parents, but to reinforce to Porter that we love Halloween, and believe it's fine to celebrate it with costumes, and pumpkins and candy... I also didn't want Porter to think he might have a reason to not like the date of his birthday.
Hammering golf tees into the pumpkin. Yeah, this one kept them busy for a VERY long time. Give Porter a hammer, or anything resembling a tool that can be used to crush or dissect something, and he's a happy boy.
Sophia asks me at least 5 or 6 times a day... "Mommy, what time is it?" An answer such as "Lunch time" or "Bed time" is unacceptable. She wants to know the hour and the minute... Not sure why, she has little concept of time... When I give the appropriate answer, such as, "3:30," she responds with an "Oh, okay." Like she now has the information needed to plan the rest of day.
Just another cute quirk!
Sunday, October 21, 2007
It's been a while since I've made a grateful Sunday post... I think it's time
* Doug left before 8 this morning, and arrived home after 9. He had two short breaks where he rushed home, grabbed something to eat, and was out the door again. Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. Porter was in good spirits, so that helped. I know the Lord helped me have a good attitude.
* Lunch with Porter. I've been trying to meet Porter for lunch once a week... You know, start a new tradition in our family. It' s been really fun. He's always so excited to see me. Sometimes I take Preston and Sophia, and sometimes I just go to have a date with Porter. Sophia likes to go to big school. When we drive past the school, she tells me that Porter lives there... It does feel like that sometimes.
* Preston started rolling on Thursday. It's so fun to watch him hit milestones. He rolls from his back to his stomach, plays for a while, then squawks until I come pick him up or roll him over.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I recently heard, for the first time, the song, "I'm so much cooler online" by Brad Paisley. The song is about a guy relating what his reality is compared to the profile he's created for himself on-line on his myspace account. It's hysterical. I laughed out loud the first time I heard it. (click here to read the lyrics).
It reminded me of thoughts I've had regarding myspace. Two of my brothers have myspace accounts, and I get on periodically to check out what they've posted. I even, gulp, dare I admit it, have a myspace account. I haven't done anything with it, but in order to post comments I had to create one.
Still, I don't see the point in the myspace thing, even though I know, thousands of others do... This summer I asked my brother and his cute girlfriend (who both have and regularly use, myspace accounts) to explain the lure of myspace. They think it's a good way to keep up with friends they don't see regularly, and find friends they've lost track of
I admit, the first time I looked at their pages it was fun, because they've posted lots of info and pictures about themselves and their lives. Lists of favorites ... movies, music, entertainment, etc. But after the initial viewing, there's not a lot new to see. You can post public messages, or you can send private messages, but how is that different than email?
I think blogging is so much better! A blog has a lot more depth to it than a myspace page. There is a blog option on a myspace page, but it's not the focus, and my brothers and their girlfriends rarely use the blog option. At any given time I can click to a friends blog and as I read their posts, and get a good idea of what's going on in their life. That, for me, is "keeping up with my friends" in a more meaningful and informative way.
I love the opportunity I have on my blog to journal my photos and preserve and record keep the major events in our lives along with the day to day occurrences.
Now the other question the fun song introduces is... are you so much cooler on line? Are you so much cooler on your blog than in real life?
I've been thinking about it. I hope to get to a point where I feel more comfortable revealing more personal feelings and thoughts about things on my blog. I think part of blogging is sharing opinions. I currently do a lot of travel logging and memory preservation and I love having a place to record that stuff. I would loose a lot of it, were it not for my blog.
I hope that I portray myself honestly, the good and the bad. I feel like I do. But there's no doubt about it; my blog is part of me, but it's also the part I chose to share. I think in all memoirs, events are recorded through the author's prejudices and emotions, not necessarily inaccurately, but we all know there are many sides to one story. My blog is my side of the story.
So the question still remains... Are you cooler online?
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Preston was the main reason we waited until October to go the beach. Sand and sun aren't the best combination for a happy baby. He seemed to enjoy watching the waves and the sand castle creation.
Sophia's eyes sparkled as she told me in a hushed and excited voice as we were getting out of the car that she was going to look for mermaids while she swam in the ocean...
My mom thinks the first one I actually saw was Superman. But ET is the one I remember and claim. How about you?