Monday, January 29, 2018

FINE

My little girl is sad.


Her big sister has a friend over.

It's hard as a 3 year old to understand what big girls mean when they say, "We're playing big girl games. But, in a little bit we will play with you.  Just not right now. Is that fine?"

She cried in her room, "I is not fine. No it's not fine. I an a big girl too."

And honestly, once she calmed down, I had her come do big girl things with me... like cutting out hearts for a FHE activity later.


And I think that for a 3 year old, her fine motor skills are beyond fine. They are exceptional.


"Thanks Momma. I is fine now. Yook at my heart you teached me to make so nice."



Thursday, January 25, 2018

Routine and Superstition


I learned some very important lessons from my Aunt Joanie when I was younger.

She had a routine that she stuck to every night. EVERY. NIGHT. She'd carefully pin her hair back so that curls were just right for the next day. She would pull it back from her face to begin her very specific skincare regimen next. I can't remember just how long it took, but I think 30 minutes at least of rubbing small circles of cleanser, then small circles of PONDS. Only could be PONDS, to ensure the wrinkles stayed away. To this day, her hard work and efforts of sticking to this routine have paid off. She has the most beautiful skin of any woman I have ever met. And looks nothing like her age. She's an inspiration.

She also was a bit superstitious. Maybe not just a bit. A whole lotta bit. She believed in them all, the magic of birthday numbers for her lotto picks (Which she has yet to hit), splitting poles, stepping on cracks, and salt over shoulder. If one sneezes, she responds, "God bless you, it's true." Meaning whatever it is you/whoever was talking had just been talking about, it is obviously true because a sneeze happened. She hates birds and believes they are unlucky, so she cuts them out of birthday cards and pictures she likes. Once you leave the house, you must reenter the house through the same door. If by chance you leave the house and have forgotten something and must go back inside to get it, you have to sit down in a chair and count to ten. I couldn't remember all of these but her son and my brother reminded me of a few. She's a riot.




Man, I love my Aunt Joanie. 

I have picked up a love for routine like she has, and even a bit of the superstition.

I realized again just much how I love routines this morning. It requires effort with little kids, but it is oh so important.

I have worked hard to instill in my children the need for routine to help our mornings go smooth, and today it was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

All kids followed these steps without reminding, complaint, or whining.

1. Wake up, make bed, say individual morning prayers
2. Pack your lunch, mostly healthy, 1 snack
3. Get breakfast and clean it up
4. Brush your teeth, rinse out the sink, clean off counters
5. Get dressed - Jocelyn had even laid out her clothes like her big sister does on her floor to check for approval
6. Hair done, hair basket put back
7. Backpack and jackets packed
And then if time permits,
8. Play
9. Lights off, doors shut
10. Family prayer

I must give my oldest lots of credit for this morning's overall ease. She was a huge help. She willingly packed everybody's lunches for the most part, but involved Jack and Jocelyn in the process. She got the water bottles ready, even though that is Jack's job. (She is working on the Christlike attribute of obedience, and it is wonderful.)  Jack and Jocelyn both thanked Afton for her efforts and she responded back kindly, even with a smile. There was no fighting over anything, no screaming over who was standing next to who while brushing teeth, no screaming while I did hair, no complaining about having to actually put on a jacket in 40 degree weather. It was glorious.

Because they stuck so well to the routine, they even had time to play.


Now, I realize that I probably have jinxed my morning tomorrow, and possibly even my mornings for the rest of the 2017-2018 school year by talking about it. But it was just such a great morning that I wanted to have it documented.

Am I being superstitious?

Maybe. But, we will just have to see how tomorrow morning goes and whether or not they stick to the routine.



Remember this post I wrote a while back about morning routines complete with laminated papers and everything? Oh, I do.






Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Makeup

I wear it on Sundays.

That is the only day where I decide I shouldn't walk around scaring people, especially at church.

Occasionally, I'll put it on in the middle of the week. But it's pretty rare.

Not sure how some moms can do it daily. Hats off to you, but here is one reason why I don't.

Reason number 1 is this girl right here.


She wanted to play, "Monkeys and Makeup."


And then she wanted to do some on herself.


She pleaded to do it on me.


I said nope, after seeing what she'd done to herself, and to my expensive makeup.


But, today, on a Wednesday, I put on makeup while my little girl had a wonderful time watching, playing, sneaking, and giggling, "Wif her momma."


"Oh we is so beautiful now momma. Yet's kiss!"

Sunday, January 21, 2018

A Christlike Reflection

So I've been planning this FHE ever since Afton came home fom a birthday party talking about how nice this girl is in our ward.

"Ruby is so nice. She just makes everyone feel good. She's just really helpful."

I asked Afton what she thought people would say about her. Would they have the same sort of nice things to say about her, and she laughed and said, probably not. (Which I doubt anyone other than her family would ever say negative things about her, because she's only mean to us... little stinker.)

It made me to start think... I know for sure that people would most definitely probably not have such kind things to say about me. I am sarcastic, dry-humored, and blunt. It caused me to personally reflect a great deal.

And then this FHE came about.

I wanted each family member to create a personal definition by using 3 words to describe themselves.
Helping to write her 3 words

Then, I wanted to have others describe the other family members using only 3 words for each.

And then, we would use those definitions and descriptions to hopefully be similar to a Christlike reflection.

I found a great lesson at mormon.org, bought some mirrors, added an object lesson and thought it would be great.



Turns out, it was hard. My Sugar was struggling, and looking at me like I was crazy with a lesson that made no sense. Then in turn, caused my kids to start to question the lesson and look at me like I was crazy as well.

Daddy frustrated because he didn't think the scripture clues matched the Christlike attributes we were trying to figure out. 
Now Jack crying it's too hard. 
Afton just excited to use her phone in search of the scriptures. 

So, yeah. FHE was supposed to be something like this...

Personal definition = Other's Description = A Christlike Reflection

Whatever, it made sense to me. I think the kids got it in the end. At least they liked that activity of writing on their new mirrors with Sharpies. 

These mirrors spelled out the word "Reflection."
I gave them a starting letter and said to use the clue of a mirror to help.
Jack was frustratingly screaming, "Respectful. Reverence. R Word!"
Eventually they got it.

Pirates

45 minutes in the rainy mist playing pirates.


She steered the ship.


She screamed at the crew (me).


She read the map.


She traveled to new lands.

 
 
 

She is a great pirate.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Coffee Kills People

"Oh my goodness mom. Dis place smells like deaf and dirt. Yep. That's deaf and dirt alright.""How do dey drink dis stuff? Honestye? I am so grossed out."

"Is you sure dey make hot chocolate dat doesn't smell yike deaf here? Oh yeah. I had it before. It's reyee yummy. Maybe you can get me one? Pyease?"
"I feel kinda sad for all dese humans in here. My teacher taught me dat coffee kills people in dere tummys. So all dese humans is gonna die. Maybe dat's why it smells so bad in here. Dat guy looks kinda dead. Oh, nope. He's just syeepin'."
"Ooooh dat looks tasty. I am sure it is not made of coffee momma. It has only sugar and sweetness."
"Let's get outta here and go to duh park for some fresh airs. Phew. My nose is hurting."
"Should we tell 'em momma. You know... that coffee kills people."
This girl of mine is a strong supporter of the word of wisdom. 

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Sunny Seattle

No joke, when the sun is out, there is a sense of enthusiasm in the air around here.

Everyone is out! 
And most importantly, they are out enjoying life and the little things that make them happy.
Betsy is not thrilled with the help Uncle Scock is providing. 
For us, those little things include, the sunshine, family time outside, and of course ice cream on a warm winter day in downtown Seattle.
For this guy walking on water, it was a whole lot of weed that makes him happy, and the sunshine too of course.

A sunny day in Seattle... could there be anything better?