Monday, February 16, 2015
Scarlett loves her brothers and sister, and when the boys get home from school and she sees them, she likes to rapidly start kicking her legs out of her sheer excitement. She just started crawling and she seems pretty determined to get it down so that she can start exploring more. Her personality reminds me a lot of Clark's at this age. We all love her to pieces, even when she spits up all down the front of her AND me. Twice.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Friday, June 27, 2014
While I wouldn't necessarily recommend bed rest, I do think it has been good for my body to be forced to take it easy. If I had to be here longer, I think I would go crazy...but my doctor told me this morning they are planning to induce me on Monday unless she comes on her own this weekend. I was super excited to hear that news! I will be just under 38 weeks. Audrey came at 36 on her own and Andrew was induced at 37 so I am getting antsy! I am grateful for supportive family and friends, and great doctors and nurses. The countdown is on!
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Melanie's boys were able to come and spend the day with us at our hotel so that she could go to her medical appointments in D.C. We had a great time and they boys had fun playing Legos, games, and watching movies together. At one point I busted out a gift I had been given at my baby shower. It was a packet of 6 white Onsies and fabric markers so that my kids could design their own onesie for their sister. I knew only Clark would be interested in this activity but I thought Truman, Elliott, and Nolan would like to do it as well. It was so fun watching them each design their own for their respective baby sister. Lots of rainbows, flowers, and suns!
Monday, August 19, 2013
I didn't worry as much about Andrew going to school as Clark...not being the oldest, he has the advantage of seeing his older brother in action and knowing what to expect. I had fun getting my boys up together this morning. In years past, Andrew would usually sleep in and wake up after Clark had already left for school. They had fun eating breakfast together with Clark telling him some of the rules of school and how the worst thing that could happen to anyone at the school is to get sent to the principals office so don't do this, that, and this other thing. Andrew walked out to get on the bus as if this is what he does every day, except that he stopped before he stepped on, turned around, and gave me a wave.
Because we live across the street from the school, I ran over to the school to meet the bus, and because of traffic, etc., I beat them by a few minutes and so I was able to get some pictures of them getting off the bus. Clark was explaining more rules about how until 7:20am, everyone has to hang out in a designated area behind a yellow line, "just like at the airport where they check our passports...remember mom??" Clark walked Andrew down to his class and I followed behind my two little towheads. That was the one part that got me a little emotional was seeing both of them walk down the school halls together. Andrew found his classroom, Clark said bye and rushed off to meet up with his friends, Andrew pulled the door open, gave me another wave and a "bye mom!" and he was good to go.
I spent the rest of the day playing with Audrey. We went swimming at the club, she hung out on the tennis court while I had my lesson and she made sure to tell me to "be careful" every time I hit the ball in the net. Hilarious. We had such a fun time together, just us girls, but we were also excited to see the boys get off the school bus this afternoon and hear about their day. The first thing Andrew said to me after he ran up to me was "Mom, it was so fun, I didn't even get TIRED!" He already has a "best buddy" that he met today, and is excited for more fun tomorrow. Yahoo for school!
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Sometimes I worry about Clark on days like today because he is so much like me. I remember times while growing up building up specific events in my head, and then when they didn't turn out quite like I imagined or if I ended up having a bad experience when I was expecting or had planned for a good one, it would really do a number on me emotionally. I don't know, maybe everyone is like that...but I see that part of myself in him a lot. However, he got off the bus this afternoon all smiles and had nothing but good things to say about his teacher and school.
I had written him a love note and drew a funny picture on it and put it in his lunch box. I thought it was weird for him that he didn't mention it at all, and when I brought it up, he was like uh, yeah that was funny. I finally learned why as I was tucking him and Andrew into bed tonight, and I said "I am glad you had a good day today." He said "Yeah, it was good, except when a couple of kids stole my note from you and started laughing at me because of what it said...but it was my own fault, I should have just kept the note to myself and not shown it to anyone...I had only wanted them to see the funny picture you drew." I almost burst into tears, I felt so bad. I am not sure if this was the best parenting moment for me (aka no judging), but I said to him "you know why those kids were laughing at my love note to you?" and he said "Why?" and I said "Because maybe they were wishing their mom had written a love note to them in their lunch today." He said "Do you know that because you learned that at Mom school?" And I said "You Betcha." I asked him if he wanted any more notes or not from me, and he said "I will like any notes you want to put in my lunch any day you want to send them, Mom." One of the many reasons this experience was so precious to me, is because I realized that if this had happened to Clark a year or two ago, this incident would have probably caused a royal meltdown at school, but it didn't now, and he said he just grabbed the paper back and shoved it into his lunch box even though people were still asking to see it. I am just happy that at least today, Clark handled himself well through an unpleasant experience that should have been a pleasant one...and really experiences like this are at least half the battle of life, right?
Monday, March 25, 2013
Anyway, we are taking a break, and I am thinking about trying to start her in another class maybe after the summer to see if she is ready...but who needs class when you have Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses??? Try to watch her and the screen at the same time...it is kind of ridiculous a) how many times she must have watched this show and b) that she has pretty much memorized all the moves. I like how she uses the entertainment center as her bar.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
So as if the lost shoe episode wasn't evidence enough of how much Clark is like me, we had another fun little experience today that took me down memory lane from my days of yore.
Ahem...another story my family likes to torment me with is about when I was about Clark's age (I know I knew how to read!), my parents bought me a new pair of shoes. When I got them home, I was in the bathroom putting them on, and when I looked back into the box, there was an extra little present in there...just for me! Except that when I picked it up, the outside packaging read "Do Not Eat". I remember actually having the thought that I really could eat it, but whoever put that little treat in there probably just wanted me to ask my mom and dad first. I felt the little pouch and I thought for sure it was Pop Rocks. Score! Yeah right I was going to bother to ask mom and dad...these were my Pop Rocks and no one else was going to eat them but me! So I opened them and tried a couple. They didn't taste like Pop Rocks, and I immediately had this feeling of dread and fear wash over my whole body. WHAT THE HECK WAS I THINKING???!!! It said "DO NOT EAT"!!!
Of course I quickly ran and found my mom and confessed what I had done, and I remember she gave me this look like "You CAN read, can't you?" My little 6 or 7 year old brain couldn't fully express why I had done what I did, but I just knew I needed my mom to make it better...fast. I don't know if she called Poison Control or not, but thankfully, I did not die, and I learned the important lesson that if something says "Do Not Eat" on it, it probably means that it is more likely to be ummmm...Silica Gel and not some awesome candy like Pop Rocks.
Just in case any of you are interested...Silica Gel really isn't harmful to eat.
Moving on...ohhhhh almost 25 years later...Clark asks to go over to a friends house after school. That friend lives in our neighborhood like 6 houses down. He had only been gone for about 10 minutes and I was on the phone upstairs when suddenly I hear the friends mom downstairs calling my name...in THAT tone. You know, the one where you immediately drop the phone and run (more like trip and fall) down the stairs because you think your kid must be bleeding something fierce? Yeah, that one. When I got downstairs however, Clark was teary eyed, but there was no blood that I could see. My brain then immediately thought he must have done something horrible to someone else, but before I could get out the words "WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?" My neighbor starts frantically telling me about how Clark came over and she heard the boys in the kitchen getting snacks when she heard her 10 year old say "No Clark, don't eat the crystals!" She jumped up and ran in just in time to see Clark take a bite and swallow some home grown science kit crystals they had made. All she knew was that it had chemicals in it and they used gloves when they were mixing it all together so she was kind of freaking out a bit about what Clark had just ingested. I looked down at the remnants of the piece of crystal she was holding and then I looked at Clark and said "Why did you eat this??!" He responded "I thought it looked like a cookie with sugar candy on top". And then he burst into tears. We quickly got online and found the instruction booklet for this particular science crystal kit and sure enough it said "May be harmful if ingested or misused. If ingested, contact your physician immediately". Well, that didn't sound good. So I quickly got the guts to call Poison Control and the man was very nice and let me know that Ammonium Phospate MonoBasic is apparently not dangerous at all in those quantities.
So my child will live. Bonus!
As soon as it was all over and we had decompressed, I asked Clark what he learned from the experience and he said in true boy fashion "DO NOT EAT that!" We had to flesh that out a little bit and talk about how you never just eat something without asking when you are at a friends house, and in addition, if you are not quite sure what something is, don't eat it until you find out exactly what it is. I was more annoyed at his manners than anything else, but how could I, Silica Gel girl, be really mad in this instance? I couldn't, not if I didn't want to be a hypocrite anyway. I want to tell Clark my Silica Gel story...but I know what will happen...he will say something awesome like "What the heck mom? Why would you EVER eat something that says DO NOT EAT all over it?"
And I am just not sure if I can take that kind of judgment from my 7 year old.