There are somethings that my kids do that I totally understand, like avoiding bedtime. They don’t want to miss anything, which I understand since I frequently stay up late doing all kids of crazy fun stuff like writing papers on illegal immigration, stripping paint, washing dishes, folding laundry, and , if I am feeling all kinds of crazy, scrubbing the kitchen floor, a type of fun that I can only handle every so often. Who could sleep with all that fun and excitement occurring under the same roof? (In all honesty I do have to confess that as soon as we tuck them in Andy runs for the ice cream.)
They avoid school like it may in fact give them the plague. That I also understand, as evidenced by the fact that David is taking a rare morning nap so I am blogging. Instead of doing school, mine or theirs.
And I even understand the avoidance of certain activities that I enjoy, such as napping, taking a bath, and reading. These things all take away from the job they should be doing, playing. I get that, because most of those things I do for play, especially reading. And yet, there are some activities others do for play that I do not enjoy, such as bungee jumping, sky diving, cooking, and golf.
What I do not understand is the effort some of my children will go to to avoid the things they are required to do. For example, putting dirty laundry in the hamper. To me, it takes much more effort to hide dirty underpants in creative locations than to toss them in a laundry basket that is conveniently located directly beside you. Or to running to a different floor of the house to toss a toy into the closet instead of walking to the next room and putting it in the bin. Or putting the trash in your hand directly outside of the trash can when it is the same amount of effort to put it in. Or using a napkin that is right by your elbow to clean up the four drops of milk on the table instead of running to the bathroom and getting four bath towels that are still warm from the dryer and tossing them somewhere close to the spill.
The same children who spent ten minutes jumping on bubble wrap are too tired to run to the bathroom to get a baby wipe refill when I am up to my elbows in a dirty diaper. They jump on the couch while watching a movie but can not get up to push play on the DVD player. I have a child who will get out bread, peanut butter, a plate, and a knife and come find me instead of making her own sandwich. I have a child who will bring a gallon of milk and a cup all over the house looking for me instead of pouring it himself. This is the same child who will climb to the top of the fridge to get a piece of gum, but will not open the fridge to get his own yogurt.
I was never the child who would rather do something half way. I was always a perfectionist. It was all or nothing. Now, most cleaning activities were nothing, but if I had to do them I certainly did not hide my toys in a different room. I hide them in the same room, like under my bed. I would never exert more effort to avoid an activity than it took to complete it. I had a brother who would have walked to the ends of the earth for a new video game, but would not walk to the trash can to put anything in. (Oh, you, and your wife, know who you are…) He would do anything to get out of something he was supposed to do, no matter how much effort it took to avoid it. That always drove me crazy. Apparently I was standing too close to him when my mother cursed him to have children just like him, cause it effected me as well. And it still drives me crazy.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Thankfulness
Since having children I have found there are things I am thankful for that I always took for granted or never quite appericated, like showers. There are things I never would have though as things to be thankful for, they were always so basic, like pencils that stay where I left them. And then there are the things I am thankful for simple because they keep my children entertained. That being said, here is a list of all the things I can think of that right now that I am thankful for that I have taken advantage of or not used properly in my life pre-children.
1. Paper cups. No, I do not mean drinking out of them. David loves to stack them, unstack them, and restack them. This has kept him entertained for over 15 minutes at a time. He gets so excited if I have a stack of one color with only a few of a different color thrown in. It’s like finding gum in your lollipop. Amazing. As for the 15 minutes of distraction, even more than amazing.
2.� Tape. Silly me, I thought it was for such mundane things as holding paper together or torturing cats. Nope, it can also be used to tape your brother’s mouth shut, turn your whole body into a robot, or collect fingerprints. All those uses, and I was simply taping paper. And another reason to be thankful for tape is that it comes in a two pack at the Dollar Tree.
3. Live birds in WalMart. When I worked there they were irritating. Now they are the ultimate distraction. Kid wants a toy, candy, or huge flyswatter?? No problem, simply point out the bird perched above their heads and they forget to throw a fit. Or maybe this only works with kids who have ADHD. Either way, I am covered. I now love those birds and would smuggle them in if they were not there.
4. Pennies. I used to only use the pile of change stacked up on Andy’s dresser for vending machines, mostly at the ER, or milk and Pepsi between paydays. And I always left the pennies. No more, I tell you. Now I can dump the pennies on the floor and tell Isaac there is money hidden somewhere in his room and he can have it all if his room is clean. He cleans up and I do not even have to yell once. At him. Has never worked for the girls though.
5. Chocolate chips for cookies. I hesitate to include this item on a list of things I have only been thankful for in the last decade, but it has new meanings for me, so I chose to include it. We use chocolate chips for a number of things that have nothing to to with baking. We use them for math to add, subtract, multiply, divide, show fractions, etc. And then that kid gets to eat them. Score one for less tears at math. And I also give them to David one at a time to keep him quiet. This only works in small intervals, because he never stops talking, but I take what I can get.
6. The number 3. It is magic. All I have to do is start counting and by 3 they do whatever I was asking them to do. Has never worked for the numbers 1 or 2. Three really is the magic number. Yet another thing I should have learned from Schoolhouse Rock.
7. Scarves. I currently have at least three I am using daily. One ties the fridge shut, one for the pantry, and one for the cupboard under the sink. I used to use rubber bands, but little fingers have actually learned to pick them off already. Soon he will master the complexities of the knot, but for now my food and feminine products are safe.
8. Coffe cans. Silly me I thought they were for holding coffe or playing kick the can. Nope. They current hold legos, flowers, seashells, and live worms- not in the same can. And that is just in my dining room. One from Sam’s is the perfect size for David to wear on his head.
9. The words “Do Not…”. They have a mystical power that forces the child hearing them to try it at least once. I used to think this meant I should never say them. As in: “Do not hit your sister.” “What, you mean like this?!” Now I just follow those powerful words with things I secretly want them to do. For example, yesterday before church the kids were piddling around instead of finishing breakfast. I simply said: “Do not finish eating, we are out of time.” They inhaled all the food, slammed back their drinks, and were done. HA!
10. Clean undies. As a child my mother always told me to wear clean undies everyday. I do the same for my children. Despite enjoying having clean undies myself, I know know they serve a greater purpose than hygiene. If they each have six pairs of undies, and change them everyday, I know how long I can go without washing clothes just by taking a quick peek in any kid’s underwear drawer.
1. Paper cups. No, I do not mean drinking out of them. David loves to stack them, unstack them, and restack them. This has kept him entertained for over 15 minutes at a time. He gets so excited if I have a stack of one color with only a few of a different color thrown in. It’s like finding gum in your lollipop. Amazing. As for the 15 minutes of distraction, even more than amazing.
2.� Tape. Silly me, I thought it was for such mundane things as holding paper together or torturing cats. Nope, it can also be used to tape your brother’s mouth shut, turn your whole body into a robot, or collect fingerprints. All those uses, and I was simply taping paper. And another reason to be thankful for tape is that it comes in a two pack at the Dollar Tree.
3. Live birds in WalMart. When I worked there they were irritating. Now they are the ultimate distraction. Kid wants a toy, candy, or huge flyswatter?? No problem, simply point out the bird perched above their heads and they forget to throw a fit. Or maybe this only works with kids who have ADHD. Either way, I am covered. I now love those birds and would smuggle them in if they were not there.
4. Pennies. I used to only use the pile of change stacked up on Andy’s dresser for vending machines, mostly at the ER, or milk and Pepsi between paydays. And I always left the pennies. No more, I tell you. Now I can dump the pennies on the floor and tell Isaac there is money hidden somewhere in his room and he can have it all if his room is clean. He cleans up and I do not even have to yell once. At him. Has never worked for the girls though.
5. Chocolate chips for cookies. I hesitate to include this item on a list of things I have only been thankful for in the last decade, but it has new meanings for me, so I chose to include it. We use chocolate chips for a number of things that have nothing to to with baking. We use them for math to add, subtract, multiply, divide, show fractions, etc. And then that kid gets to eat them. Score one for less tears at math. And I also give them to David one at a time to keep him quiet. This only works in small intervals, because he never stops talking, but I take what I can get.
6. The number 3. It is magic. All I have to do is start counting and by 3 they do whatever I was asking them to do. Has never worked for the numbers 1 or 2. Three really is the magic number. Yet another thing I should have learned from Schoolhouse Rock.
7. Scarves. I currently have at least three I am using daily. One ties the fridge shut, one for the pantry, and one for the cupboard under the sink. I used to use rubber bands, but little fingers have actually learned to pick them off already. Soon he will master the complexities of the knot, but for now my food and feminine products are safe.
8. Coffe cans. Silly me I thought they were for holding coffe or playing kick the can. Nope. They current hold legos, flowers, seashells, and live worms- not in the same can. And that is just in my dining room. One from Sam’s is the perfect size for David to wear on his head.
9. The words “Do Not…”. They have a mystical power that forces the child hearing them to try it at least once. I used to think this meant I should never say them. As in: “Do not hit your sister.” “What, you mean like this?!” Now I just follow those powerful words with things I secretly want them to do. For example, yesterday before church the kids were piddling around instead of finishing breakfast. I simply said: “Do not finish eating, we are out of time.” They inhaled all the food, slammed back their drinks, and were done. HA!
10. Clean undies. As a child my mother always told me to wear clean undies everyday. I do the same for my children. Despite enjoying having clean undies myself, I know know they serve a greater purpose than hygiene. If they each have six pairs of undies, and change them everyday, I know how long I can go without washing clothes just by taking a quick peek in any kid’s underwear drawer.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Questions
There are a multitude of questions I deal with on a daily basis. Either questions I ask the kids, or the more likely and frequent questions the kids ask me. The questions I have been asked vary. Sometimes they are normal school questions. Other times they are more unique and I am not sure anyone else has ever had to answer. I have begun to see another category of questions in my life. These questions are ones that I may ask, either out loud or internally, but do not really want the answered. So, for your reading pleasure, here are a few things today that I caught myself asking but really did not want to know.
1. What is that squishy thing I just stepped in? (It was orange, but still, I do not care. I just cleaned it and my foot and walked away.)
2. What kind of liquid is on the floor by the toilet? (One may assume the answer to this question is obvious, but you never know around here.)
3. Why would you ever think to do that? (Immediately following Isaac almost knocking his eye out with a rubber band. In case you are wondering, he just wanted to know how bad it would hurt.)
4. Why is your science paper in the fridge? ( I told her to put it in her science folder. Which is not even in the kitchen.)
5. What is this?? (I still do not know. It was yucky. It no longer lives here.)
6. What is that smell? (Didn’t ever hear an answer. Lit a candle.)
7. What were you thinking?? (This time as Isaac had wedged his head behind a bookshelf. He wanted to see what was back there.)
8. What were you thinking?? (Isaac got his arms and legs stuck in the crib railing. Leg, leg, arm, arm. All at the same time. I should have taken a picture. The answer- I just wanted to see if I fit.)
9. Whatever would possess you to cover your whole body in green marker? (Answer: I didn’t. Faith helped.)
10. What did I just sit on? (Sticky tack is a much better answer to that than silly putty or play dough. I was luck today.)
The number one thing I learned today, besides the fact that I really don’t want to know, is that I may never understand boys, no matter how old I get
1. What is that squishy thing I just stepped in? (It was orange, but still, I do not care. I just cleaned it and my foot and walked away.)
2. What kind of liquid is on the floor by the toilet? (One may assume the answer to this question is obvious, but you never know around here.)
3. Why would you ever think to do that? (Immediately following Isaac almost knocking his eye out with a rubber band. In case you are wondering, he just wanted to know how bad it would hurt.)
4. Why is your science paper in the fridge? ( I told her to put it in her science folder. Which is not even in the kitchen.)
5. What is this?? (I still do not know. It was yucky. It no longer lives here.)
6. What is that smell? (Didn’t ever hear an answer. Lit a candle.)
7. What were you thinking?? (This time as Isaac had wedged his head behind a bookshelf. He wanted to see what was back there.)
8. What were you thinking?? (Isaac got his arms and legs stuck in the crib railing. Leg, leg, arm, arm. All at the same time. I should have taken a picture. The answer- I just wanted to see if I fit.)
9. Whatever would possess you to cover your whole body in green marker? (Answer: I didn’t. Faith helped.)
10. What did I just sit on? (Sticky tack is a much better answer to that than silly putty or play dough. I was luck today.)
The number one thing I learned today, besides the fact that I really don’t want to know, is that I may never understand boys, no matter how old I get
Thursday, September 9, 2010
The Gospel According to Isaac
This is as close to word for word as I can get. Tonight at bedtime we read the Bible together as usual. I am always worried about Isaac listening because he seems to be doing anything but listening. He has a prayer list though, and he has been praying for several people to come to know God. Tonight after we prayed he decided that he needs to tell these people about God.
This is what he wants to say:
“One time a long time ago God made everything. He talked about it and then there it was. And he liked it all but people messed up and sinned. He had to send Jesus. Jesus did lots of things like catch fish and build stuff and even make some bread into lots of bread. Then some people didn’t like him so they made him go to the cross. They put a nail, then a nail, then a nail to hold him there. Then they put a spiky crown on his head and spit at him. He died. I don’t know how he died. He didn’t get shot. But He died so that we don’t have sin. I don’t know how that works. Maybe like magic. He was dead for three days and then he rised up and walked around with His friends for weeks. Maybe like two weeks. Then he wented up to heaven to get a party ready for us. And I prayed for Him to be in my heart because He loves me and I love Him. And I don’t have to go to heaven right now, but after I am died. And He likes you too and wants to be your friend so you should let Him. Then we can play together forever.”
Amen!
This is what he wants to say:
“One time a long time ago God made everything. He talked about it and then there it was. And he liked it all but people messed up and sinned. He had to send Jesus. Jesus did lots of things like catch fish and build stuff and even make some bread into lots of bread. Then some people didn’t like him so they made him go to the cross. They put a nail, then a nail, then a nail to hold him there. Then they put a spiky crown on his head and spit at him. He died. I don’t know how he died. He didn’t get shot. But He died so that we don’t have sin. I don’t know how that works. Maybe like magic. He was dead for three days and then he rised up and walked around with His friends for weeks. Maybe like two weeks. Then he wented up to heaven to get a party ready for us. And I prayed for Him to be in my heart because He loves me and I love Him. And I don’t have to go to heaven right now, but after I am died. And He likes you too and wants to be your friend so you should let Him. Then we can play together forever.”
Amen!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The Butterfly Effect
I had the chance to read The Butterfly Effect by Andy Andrews through BookSneeze.com. It was an incredibly moving book about how the decisions you make can impact the world. The illustrations were wonderful, eye catching with a nice layout. The book was an ebook format, but I loved it.
The story is based on the principle of the Butterfly Effect- a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world. We can have the same effect as that butterfly with our every action and reaction. The book was well written, tracing the actions and decisions of one person back to the influences that helped shape him, going back several generations. One person made a small decision that ended up several generations later impacting the world.
This book and the theory it represents was a wonderful inspiration to me as a Christian woman and homeschooling mom. The things I do today, the choices I make about how I will spend my time, the words I use, the attitude I have, leave ripples in time that can not be measured. It helped to encourage me to continue to do the right things in my life, and challenged me to live my life worthy of such influence. I highly recommend this book, and the children’s version- The Boy Who Changed the World.
The story is based on the principle of the Butterfly Effect- a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world. We can have the same effect as that butterfly with our every action and reaction. The book was well written, tracing the actions and decisions of one person back to the influences that helped shape him, going back several generations. One person made a small decision that ended up several generations later impacting the world.
This book and the theory it represents was a wonderful inspiration to me as a Christian woman and homeschooling mom. The things I do today, the choices I make about how I will spend my time, the words I use, the attitude I have, leave ripples in time that can not be measured. It helped to encourage me to continue to do the right things in my life, and challenged me to live my life worthy of such influence. I highly recommend this book, and the children’s version- The Boy Who Changed the World.
The Boy Who Changed the World
I love being a member of BookSneeze.com. I love the great books that I can get for myself and my children. The Boy Who Changed the World is one of those great books I am glad I got a chance to review. Like the adult centered book, The Butterfly Effect, this book by Andy Andrews chases the ripples through time of the seemingly small actions of several people, tracing the way they are linked together and help form the decisions each other makes until the world is changed. It encourages children to do the right thing so that their ripples are a positive influence on others in future generations. Without some of the more difficult to understand situations outlined in the book geared to an adult crowd, the same story is traced through time. The story was easy to follow and inspiring.
The illustrations were wonderful, and my children loved looking for the butterflies throughout the book.� From the corn fields of Iowa, to the offices in Washington, to the lab of George Washington Carver, the illustrations are beautiful and adorned with butterflies. I highly recommend this book. It’s positive and encouraging message touches the hearts of children and inspires them to greatness.
Check out the Butterfly Effect as well, and my blog post about it.
The illustrations were wonderful, and my children loved looking for the butterflies throughout the book.� From the corn fields of Iowa, to the offices in Washington, to the lab of George Washington Carver, the illustrations are beautiful and adorned with butterflies. I highly recommend this book. It’s positive and encouraging message touches the hearts of children and inspires them to greatness.
Check out the Butterfly Effect as well, and my blog post about it.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Don't Forget the Duct Tape!
That was what I heard Faith yell across the yard as Isaac headed into the house. He was scurrying quickly along with his head down. I was in the kitchen so I intercepted him.
“What are you and Faith working on out there?”
“Umm, why? What did you hear?” He replied warily.
“Just wondering what you came up with to do.”
“Well, we were playing toss the shovel, but we had to stop.”
“Toss the shovel? The sand shovel, right? Not the snow shovel or the metal shovel.”
“Yep. But we quit that game.”
“Why?” I asked, internally cringing at what else they may be inspired to do.
“It got stuck in the tree. We need rope, purple duct tape and a ladder. Faith is in the yard making sharp sticks.”
“Are you trying to get the shovel down?” I asked with alarm over the sharp sticks part.
“Nope.”
“Oh. What are you plan- how about we just try to get down the shovel?” I figure climbing the tree is safer than whatever it was they were going to do that required sharp sticks and a ladder. And they can not have my purple duct tape. Red maybe, or yellow. Not the purple. Some things have to be sacred.
“Can’t. I broke the lowest branch falling out of the tree yesterday.”
“You fell out of the tree yesterday?”
“Well, I didn’t fall, just my cape got stuck up when I came down. And then the branch broke off so I got free.”
“Hmm… How about we don’t climb trees wearing capes anymore.”
“Batman does it.”
“Ok, if your name is Bruce Wayne and you do not need to worry about health insurance or new clothes or being sued by the neighbors when you destroy their property, then you can climb a tree with a cape.”
“Ok, I will do that on Tuesday.” (Really, where does this come from…)
“So let’s get that shovel. You need something to step on to get to the lower branch.”
“I will have Faith be a step stool.”
“Noooo, how about just dragging over the toddler slide and using the ladder for that?”
“Ok. Hey, can we still have the rope?” I shake my head no. “How about that duct tape?” Another shake of my head.
“Well, there goes my next idea…”
And I didn’t want to ask.
“What are you and Faith working on out there?”
“Umm, why? What did you hear?” He replied warily.
“Just wondering what you came up with to do.”
“Well, we were playing toss the shovel, but we had to stop.”
“Toss the shovel? The sand shovel, right? Not the snow shovel or the metal shovel.”
“Yep. But we quit that game.”
“Why?” I asked, internally cringing at what else they may be inspired to do.
“It got stuck in the tree. We need rope, purple duct tape and a ladder. Faith is in the yard making sharp sticks.”
“Are you trying to get the shovel down?” I asked with alarm over the sharp sticks part.
“Nope.”
“Oh. What are you plan- how about we just try to get down the shovel?” I figure climbing the tree is safer than whatever it was they were going to do that required sharp sticks and a ladder. And they can not have my purple duct tape. Red maybe, or yellow. Not the purple. Some things have to be sacred.
“Can’t. I broke the lowest branch falling out of the tree yesterday.”
“You fell out of the tree yesterday?”
“Well, I didn’t fall, just my cape got stuck up when I came down. And then the branch broke off so I got free.”
“Hmm… How about we don’t climb trees wearing capes anymore.”
“Batman does it.”
“Ok, if your name is Bruce Wayne and you do not need to worry about health insurance or new clothes or being sued by the neighbors when you destroy their property, then you can climb a tree with a cape.”
“Ok, I will do that on Tuesday.” (Really, where does this come from…)
“So let’s get that shovel. You need something to step on to get to the lower branch.”
“I will have Faith be a step stool.”
“Noooo, how about just dragging over the toddler slide and using the ladder for that?”
“Ok. Hey, can we still have the rope?” I shake my head no. “How about that duct tape?” Another shake of my head.
“Well, there goes my next idea…”
And I didn’t want to ask.
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