So I went to pick Kellen up today and the Kids Kamp counselors told me that he cracked them up (again) today. They proceed to tell me the full story, and it made me so proud.
They were playing the game 2 Truths and a Lie, and when it was Kellen's turn, he told the counselor that he wasn't going to play the game because he wasn't allowed to lie and that he got in trouble with his Mommy and Daddy for lying. They tried to use a different word for lie and explain it in a different way to convince him to play, but he stuck his ground and told them, 'No." He basically told them that if he lies he gets in trouble at home and gets a spanking.
I am just SO PROUD of him for sticking up for himself and for not doing something that he was being told by a teacher, an authority figure in his eyes, to do that went against what we had been teaching him. I can only imagine how confusing that must have been for him. We've told him to obey his teachers, yet here they were telling him to do something in direct contradiction to values we've tried to instill in him.
Now you may be reading this and thinking, 'Come on, Rebecca, it's only a game,' but I think to a 5-year old, something as simple as lying in a game setting could be potentially confusing. I think that was a tremendous lesson for Kellen and again, I'm just so proud of him!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Under attack
It's amazing when you are really and truly seeking God's will...I mean actively working to be in His will and correcting areas of your life where you've been disciplined and/or you've simply realized aren't where they need to be when you get hit - both barrels - by Satan. That's where our family is right now. I ask that you simply pray for us. I'm not going to go into details, simply understand that Satan is really coming after Matt and I in a variety of ways...at least we are both realizing what is taking place and are actively guarding against the attacks. Please pray that we both continue to realize what is happening and trust and rely on the Lord to guide us through this.
On a lighter note, Tatum decided to take her personal potty training forward in a quantum-leap manner today. We were finishing with our dinner and she says and signs "all done" to me, then says, "poo poo". Being the slow to catch on mom that I sometimes am, I repeated this back to her and asked if she needed to go poo poo on the potty, to which she replied, "uh huh". Finally taking my cue, I unbuckled her from the table and carried her into the bathroom, and proceeded to get her ready for the potty. Considering that she was fully dressed and that she's cloth diapered, this is sometimes no small feat. At any rate, she waited for me to prepare her for the potty, then sat and went. Really. And as she was in-the-process, she said, "bye bye poo poo", when she was finished, she said, "all done", then told her 'accomplishment' bye bye again as it was flushed, after she cheered herself. I have TOTAL faith that she understood what she was doing.
I still can't believe it. At 18 months old? Really?!?
On a lighter note, Tatum decided to take her personal potty training forward in a quantum-leap manner today. We were finishing with our dinner and she says and signs "all done" to me, then says, "poo poo". Being the slow to catch on mom that I sometimes am, I repeated this back to her and asked if she needed to go poo poo on the potty, to which she replied, "uh huh". Finally taking my cue, I unbuckled her from the table and carried her into the bathroom, and proceeded to get her ready for the potty. Considering that she was fully dressed and that she's cloth diapered, this is sometimes no small feat. At any rate, she waited for me to prepare her for the potty, then sat and went. Really. And as she was in-the-process, she said, "bye bye poo poo", when she was finished, she said, "all done", then told her 'accomplishment' bye bye again as it was flushed, after she cheered herself. I have TOTAL faith that she understood what she was doing.
I still can't believe it. At 18 months old? Really?!?
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Already?
I can't believe it!
Tatum was in the bath, and said pee pee, so I got her out and put her on the potty. I heard water splashing, and thought she had actually gone, so I made a really big deal about it, then put her back into the bath to finish the bath.
I was getting her ready for bed, and she was running around naked for a little bit (we have yet another rash - investigtor mommy is going to have to go into gear to find out what it was that she ate that did this to her), and she went into a crouching stance. I asked her if she needed to go pee pee, and put her on the potty. She sat there for a minute, then said all done, although she didn't actually do anything. No biggie. I certainly don't want to push, and am only doing this much because she seems interested. I have been encouraging her, as she has been showing interest in the potty - you know, when I'm on it. *lol*
A minute or so later, she walked out of her room and into the bathroom, said pee pee, walked over to the potty and patted it. I asked her if she had to go potty, she said pee pee again and I put her on the potty. Seconds later, she's peeing.
Of course, I made a HUGE deal of this, but I still can't believe it. I guess I need to go get a childs potty....
Wow. She's not even 19 months old. Where did my baby go?
Tatum was in the bath, and said pee pee, so I got her out and put her on the potty. I heard water splashing, and thought she had actually gone, so I made a really big deal about it, then put her back into the bath to finish the bath.
I was getting her ready for bed, and she was running around naked for a little bit (we have yet another rash - investigtor mommy is going to have to go into gear to find out what it was that she ate that did this to her), and she went into a crouching stance. I asked her if she needed to go pee pee, and put her on the potty. She sat there for a minute, then said all done, although she didn't actually do anything. No biggie. I certainly don't want to push, and am only doing this much because she seems interested. I have been encouraging her, as she has been showing interest in the potty - you know, when I'm on it. *lol*
A minute or so later, she walked out of her room and into the bathroom, said pee pee, walked over to the potty and patted it. I asked her if she had to go potty, she said pee pee again and I put her on the potty. Seconds later, she's peeing.
Of course, I made a HUGE deal of this, but I still can't believe it. I guess I need to go get a childs potty....
Wow. She's not even 19 months old. Where did my baby go?
New adventures
...for Kellen today.
Today was the first day for Taekwondo in Kids Klub for him today. He'll be doing this once a week for the semester (instead of Little Dragons, which was three days a week). He says he didn't like it, but that seems to be a common response to things recently, so I'm not sure if that's accurate or not.
The bonus for Mom and Dad on the Taekwondo - it occurs DURING Kids Klub hours. Translation: we don't have to exhaust extra effort to trying to make it to lessons in addition to our other activities. That is a DEFINITE bonus in MY book, at least!
After school was the first practice for his flag football team as well. He actually SAID that he had fun during practice for that, so I'll take that as a good sign. He has one of his former daycare friends in class with him, so he's not starting from scratch with making all new friends with the kids on his team. YAY!
All-in-all, he's had a VERY eventful day!
Today was the first day for Taekwondo in Kids Klub for him today. He'll be doing this once a week for the semester (instead of Little Dragons, which was three days a week). He says he didn't like it, but that seems to be a common response to things recently, so I'm not sure if that's accurate or not.
The bonus for Mom and Dad on the Taekwondo - it occurs DURING Kids Klub hours. Translation: we don't have to exhaust extra effort to trying to make it to lessons in addition to our other activities. That is a DEFINITE bonus in MY book, at least!
After school was the first practice for his flag football team as well. He actually SAID that he had fun during practice for that, so I'll take that as a good sign. He has one of his former daycare friends in class with him, so he's not starting from scratch with making all new friends with the kids on his team. YAY!
All-in-all, he's had a VERY eventful day!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
God is good and we are blessed
Once you read the entire post, you may this the title doesn't fit, but God has shown just how good He is over the last few days. Really.
I'll try to take it one day at a time and give you the update...
On Thursday morning, I got a phone call from my mom (she FINALLY reached me via my cell phone at 6:30 AM, despite trying to call us since about 3 AM) indicating that my dad had suffered a heart attack. She said that he was being transported to Providence in Waco from the ER in Mexia and that she they had just walked in the doors, she would call me with an update. A short while later, she called to tell me he was having a catherization done at noon and that they were going to repair whatever needed repairing at that time. So I headed out of town to try to make it there before the catherization.
I spoke with him before I left, so I knew he was doing ok, or as well as could be expected, considering.
Elsewhere, my sweet husband was concerned that he was going to get called into work early because of the pending hurricane...you may have heard of it...Hurricane Ike. He was scheduled to work his regular shift on Friday, and anticipated the possibility of him having to go into work early on Thursday. However, as I was getting ready to get out of town, he was making calls to find out that he most likely wasn't having to go into work early. Whew.
So, to the hospital I go, and I'll fast foward to the catherization results. The catherization went well. He has/had a total of 3 blockages. The one that caused the heart attack was a 100% blockage at the circumflex artery. They inserted a stint there and have full function and anticipate no permanent long-term damage to the heart from the blockage and subsequent heart attack. As for the other two (located in the descending portion of the left anterior artery), the doctor decided against treatment with them at this time. What they will do is a stress test in a month to determine whether they're functionally significant. If they are, then he'll go in again to have stints placed in them.
I was able to see dad both prior to and after the catherization, which I'm thankful for. Dad's nurses' name was Michael, and he was keeping an eye out for me so that he could get me in to see Dad before he went in for the catherization if I was able to get there in time, which I luckily was. Michael, huh. Isn't God good? ;) I am VERY glad that I was there, as I was able to help my mom understand some of what the doctor was saying and showing with regard to the blockages and overall meaning. She was being so strong, but when we walked out after the doctor called us in for the catherization results, she just looked at me and said, "So does all that mean that he WILL be ok?" I'm so thankful that I was able to be there for her...
He was still in ICU on Thursday, as they simply didn't have a bed for him, and he was number 10 or 12 in line to receive a room. Mom wasn't allowed to stay with him, so we both left Thursday afternoon (and the ICU nurse was kicking us out...just doing her job, but not making us really happy though...).
I made it back to College Station in time to pick up both kids, as Matt was in a slew of emergency preparedness meetings taking place all that evening. I found out, through a variety of emails throughout the day, that TAMU and Kellen's school was closed for the pending hurricane. Hello, Ike!
Thursday night was pretty rough, Kellen was incredibly scared about the hurricane, and moreso scared about his Daddy going INTO the hurricane while everyone else was going AWAY from the hurricane. He was TERRIFIED that his Daddy was going to die. So much so that Matt and I were BOTH trying to console him throughout the night as he was having multiple nightmares and waking up screaming. And one of his nightmares ended with him falling off of the bed and busting his eye open, a fact that neither Matt nor I realized it until Friday morning. Apparently it could have stood stitches, but we didn't realize it quick enough...so there's another scar on "Crash Kellen" - Ug. His eye is so swollen...it hurts me just to look at it!
So Friday we start to prepare for Ike...Matt heads off to work, and I start picking up everything that could become a projectile - or at least as much as I can pick up while trying to watch Kellen and Tatum playing in the yard. So yeah, I didn't get everything done outside. Our evacuees from the Conroe area started to arrive mid-day on Friday, and all told we ended up with an additional 7, then 5 people and 6 animals at the house. I'm so glad that they came here and escaped from Conroe! They, of course, help get the rest of the outside ready for the storm.
I'm continuing to try and touch base with mom, and she was able to get a ride to the hospital early on Friday. Dad was moved to a private room early in the day, so she had planned to spend the night in case he was moved to a private room. She called me later in the afternoon and dad was having some problems with both his blood pressure and his heart rate. His blood pressure was dropping rapidly and his heart rate was spiking, and the doctors weren't sure why...it happened while he was sleeping, so that kinda' rules out normal "I'm stressed because I'm in the hospital" stress-type stuff, at least in my book...They gave him a bag of meds and were monitoring him closely, then changed from an IV medication to an oral medication when the IV infiltrated his arm.
Friday night comes and at the house we're all just hunckerin' down and getting ready for the storm. We haven't watched much else but the weather channel.
I wonder what their ratings were last week and this weekend?
Matt sent text messages periodically updating us on the weather in Houston, and throughout the night as well. God protected him and those around him, and continued to bless us by allowing there to be an adequate number of volunteers on Saturday so that Matt was able to come home *safely* mid-day on Saturday.
Saturday rolls around and I called to check on Dad, only to be told by Mom that she was in with the doctor. I immediately called back and suggested that she suggest they keep him another night. I'm sure it had nothing to do with my suggestion, but that's what the doctors decided to do, which made me feel much better. I would MUCH rather have my parents in a hospital in Waco when the remnants of Hurricane Ike goes up I45 than in the middle of a peach orchard directly in its path.
By Saturday, the kids are going a little stir-crazy, so we decided to take them to McDonalds for dinner and let them R-U-N on the playground. Considering that they had been cooped up in a house without being able to really get their energy out too well, they had been fairly well-behaved. The two older ones act like they're siblings. I mean REALLY act like they're siblings. Wow. I can see what I have to look forward to now. We tried to keep them busy with a variety of activites, and naps were mandatory, but there's only so much you can do.
Sunday rolls around and despite my best efforts, we just weren't making it to church. The boys decided that they were going to make a trip back to Conroe to assess the damage to the houses, so they were getting ready to head out at about the time that the kids and I should have been getting ready to go to church, so I just wasn't able to make it happen. Shortly after they left, the kids and moms headed out for a walk - off to the park! We went and fed the ducks, then played on the playground, and timed it perfectly so that we were back just in time for lunch and a nap. Yay us!
During our energy-expenditure walk, I called to find out what was going on with Dad, and was told that they made the decision to release him. So they were getting ready to head out as I was talking to them.
Sunday afternoon included naps for EVERYONE - I kinda' think we all deserved them, don't you? Then I got a call from Dad at around 3 PM Sunday afternoon letting me know that he and mom were home and resting comfortably. That was a great call to get!
Although my timing was a little off for our Sunday night church activities (a whole hour off - the wrong way...) and Kellen and I missed the first night of our new fall programs, Sunday still was a good day.
Despite the seemingly endless stream of misadventures...heart attack, busted eye, working in the hurricane, the hurricane itself, God has continually blessed us. Everything could have been so much worse, and God has shown his grace and goodness through all of this.
I'll try to take it one day at a time and give you the update...
On Thursday morning, I got a phone call from my mom (she FINALLY reached me via my cell phone at 6:30 AM, despite trying to call us since about 3 AM) indicating that my dad had suffered a heart attack. She said that he was being transported to Providence in Waco from the ER in Mexia and that she they had just walked in the doors, she would call me with an update. A short while later, she called to tell me he was having a catherization done at noon and that they were going to repair whatever needed repairing at that time. So I headed out of town to try to make it there before the catherization.
I spoke with him before I left, so I knew he was doing ok, or as well as could be expected, considering.
Elsewhere, my sweet husband was concerned that he was going to get called into work early because of the pending hurricane...you may have heard of it...Hurricane Ike. He was scheduled to work his regular shift on Friday, and anticipated the possibility of him having to go into work early on Thursday. However, as I was getting ready to get out of town, he was making calls to find out that he most likely wasn't having to go into work early. Whew.
So, to the hospital I go, and I'll fast foward to the catherization results. The catherization went well. He has/had a total of 3 blockages. The one that caused the heart attack was a 100% blockage at the circumflex artery. They inserted a stint there and have full function and anticipate no permanent long-term damage to the heart from the blockage and subsequent heart attack. As for the other two (located in the descending portion of the left anterior artery), the doctor decided against treatment with them at this time. What they will do is a stress test in a month to determine whether they're functionally significant. If they are, then he'll go in again to have stints placed in them.
I was able to see dad both prior to and after the catherization, which I'm thankful for. Dad's nurses' name was Michael, and he was keeping an eye out for me so that he could get me in to see Dad before he went in for the catherization if I was able to get there in time, which I luckily was. Michael, huh. Isn't God good? ;) I am VERY glad that I was there, as I was able to help my mom understand some of what the doctor was saying and showing with regard to the blockages and overall meaning. She was being so strong, but when we walked out after the doctor called us in for the catherization results, she just looked at me and said, "So does all that mean that he WILL be ok?" I'm so thankful that I was able to be there for her...
He was still in ICU on Thursday, as they simply didn't have a bed for him, and he was number 10 or 12 in line to receive a room. Mom wasn't allowed to stay with him, so we both left Thursday afternoon (and the ICU nurse was kicking us out...just doing her job, but not making us really happy though...).
I made it back to College Station in time to pick up both kids, as Matt was in a slew of emergency preparedness meetings taking place all that evening. I found out, through a variety of emails throughout the day, that TAMU and Kellen's school was closed for the pending hurricane. Hello, Ike!
Thursday night was pretty rough, Kellen was incredibly scared about the hurricane, and moreso scared about his Daddy going INTO the hurricane while everyone else was going AWAY from the hurricane. He was TERRIFIED that his Daddy was going to die. So much so that Matt and I were BOTH trying to console him throughout the night as he was having multiple nightmares and waking up screaming. And one of his nightmares ended with him falling off of the bed and busting his eye open, a fact that neither Matt nor I realized it until Friday morning. Apparently it could have stood stitches, but we didn't realize it quick enough...so there's another scar on "Crash Kellen" - Ug. His eye is so swollen...it hurts me just to look at it!
So Friday we start to prepare for Ike...Matt heads off to work, and I start picking up everything that could become a projectile - or at least as much as I can pick up while trying to watch Kellen and Tatum playing in the yard. So yeah, I didn't get everything done outside. Our evacuees from the Conroe area started to arrive mid-day on Friday, and all told we ended up with an additional 7, then 5 people and 6 animals at the house. I'm so glad that they came here and escaped from Conroe! They, of course, help get the rest of the outside ready for the storm.
I'm continuing to try and touch base with mom, and she was able to get a ride to the hospital early on Friday. Dad was moved to a private room early in the day, so she had planned to spend the night in case he was moved to a private room. She called me later in the afternoon and dad was having some problems with both his blood pressure and his heart rate. His blood pressure was dropping rapidly and his heart rate was spiking, and the doctors weren't sure why...it happened while he was sleeping, so that kinda' rules out normal "I'm stressed because I'm in the hospital" stress-type stuff, at least in my book...They gave him a bag of meds and were monitoring him closely, then changed from an IV medication to an oral medication when the IV infiltrated his arm.
Friday night comes and at the house we're all just hunckerin' down and getting ready for the storm. We haven't watched much else but the weather channel.
I wonder what their ratings were last week and this weekend?
Matt sent text messages periodically updating us on the weather in Houston, and throughout the night as well. God protected him and those around him, and continued to bless us by allowing there to be an adequate number of volunteers on Saturday so that Matt was able to come home *safely* mid-day on Saturday.
Saturday rolls around and I called to check on Dad, only to be told by Mom that she was in with the doctor. I immediately called back and suggested that she suggest they keep him another night. I'm sure it had nothing to do with my suggestion, but that's what the doctors decided to do, which made me feel much better. I would MUCH rather have my parents in a hospital in Waco when the remnants of Hurricane Ike goes up I45 than in the middle of a peach orchard directly in its path.
By Saturday, the kids are going a little stir-crazy, so we decided to take them to McDonalds for dinner and let them R-U-N on the playground. Considering that they had been cooped up in a house without being able to really get their energy out too well, they had been fairly well-behaved. The two older ones act like they're siblings. I mean REALLY act like they're siblings. Wow. I can see what I have to look forward to now. We tried to keep them busy with a variety of activites, and naps were mandatory, but there's only so much you can do.
Sunday rolls around and despite my best efforts, we just weren't making it to church. The boys decided that they were going to make a trip back to Conroe to assess the damage to the houses, so they were getting ready to head out at about the time that the kids and I should have been getting ready to go to church, so I just wasn't able to make it happen. Shortly after they left, the kids and moms headed out for a walk - off to the park! We went and fed the ducks, then played on the playground, and timed it perfectly so that we were back just in time for lunch and a nap. Yay us!
During our energy-expenditure walk, I called to find out what was going on with Dad, and was told that they made the decision to release him. So they were getting ready to head out as I was talking to them.
Sunday afternoon included naps for EVERYONE - I kinda' think we all deserved them, don't you? Then I got a call from Dad at around 3 PM Sunday afternoon letting me know that he and mom were home and resting comfortably. That was a great call to get!
Although my timing was a little off for our Sunday night church activities (a whole hour off - the wrong way...) and Kellen and I missed the first night of our new fall programs, Sunday still was a good day.
Despite the seemingly endless stream of misadventures...heart attack, busted eye, working in the hurricane, the hurricane itself, God has continually blessed us. Everything could have been so much worse, and God has shown his grace and goodness through all of this.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Kellen the computer whiz?
Ok, well maybe whiz is too strong, but Kellen started telling me today how he liked his "old" school better than his "new" school. So I began the questions to investigate why. Come to find out, they have a longer rotation before they're able to use the computer, and he really likes playing on the computer more often than he's able to now given the number of students in his class.
Who knew?
I guess I should have realized that because he was often at the computer center when I picked him up from daycare, but I obviously never gave it a second thought.
So, we went straight to the computer, and he immediately asked me to go to playhousedisney.com, or to pbskids.com, or to noggin.com, "Whatever choice you want to make, Mommy."
Uh huh. Can you tell which channels are on the TV at our house? And can you tell we have lots of discussions about 'choices' over here as well?
Playhouse Disney it was, and he proceeded to play several games, and he did great! These weren't just your standard video games, these are of the educational variety, so bring 'em on!
I told him as he was getting ready for bed tonight that if he has good days at school, playing on the computer can be his reward.
He was so excited! I love learning more about my kids every day! I love that I can be around them every day, and STILL learn new things about them....
Who knew?
I guess I should have realized that because he was often at the computer center when I picked him up from daycare, but I obviously never gave it a second thought.
So, we went straight to the computer, and he immediately asked me to go to playhousedisney.com, or to pbskids.com, or to noggin.com, "Whatever choice you want to make, Mommy."
Uh huh. Can you tell which channels are on the TV at our house? And can you tell we have lots of discussions about 'choices' over here as well?
Playhouse Disney it was, and he proceeded to play several games, and he did great! These weren't just your standard video games, these are of the educational variety, so bring 'em on!
I told him as he was getting ready for bed tonight that if he has good days at school, playing on the computer can be his reward.
He was so excited! I love learning more about my kids every day! I love that I can be around them every day, and STILL learn new things about them....
Monday, September 08, 2008
18 month check up
Wow. Just wow...Tatum is a trooper. Really.
Her 18 month check up was today (yeah, I know, we're a few days over...but just a few!), and she did just GREAT!
First of all, it wasn't at the best time...11:15 AM for a little girl who is used to eating at that time and taking a nap immediately after doesn't bode well for a happy and peaceful doctors visit. But, being the planner I am, I entered the doctors office armed with Ritz crackers and a sippy cup, hoping beyond hope to ward off pending meltdowns with food.
(It worked, by the way.)
The first, 'Aw' moment of the visit I had was when I pulled into the parking lot, exited the car and proceeded to get her out of the car and into the stroller when I realized that she had fallen asleep en route. *sigh* Poor baby! Not only do I have to wake you and disturb your nap, but I have to do so to to take you into the doctors office, AND to have you get shots. Ug.
So into the doctors office we go, and I start pointing out the painted animals on the wall, only to realize that she CAN make the sound and arm movements of a monkey. We've been demonstrating this to her (I call her my little monkey all the time - wierd, you might say, but she's a climber...) and she does it. How utterly delightful! It was just precious! (If you're counting, 'Aw' moment number two).
Then my little girl exhibits her total girliness by throwing a semi-fit as she's getting weighed. Now, before you question my comment above, let me explain. She had her cracker, and her water, I simply had to put both down for her to get weighed, and you DO NOT take food AWAY from this child. That's a BIG NO NO in Tatum-land. Another no-no is taking OFF her shoes. Hence the exhibition of her girliness. She wanted those shoes ON HER FEET. Period.
So as for the getting weighed part...she weighed in at a whopping 25.5 pounds. Yes, you read that correctly. Somewhere in the writing down of the weight we lost a half pound, so the "official" weight is 25 pounds, but I saw the number on the scale and it was 25.5. Uh huh. No wonder my back aches some days, especially when BOTH Kellen and Tatum want me to carry them. Goodness!
So, as for stats:
Weight: 25(.5) pounds = 70%
Height: 32 1/2 " = 70-75%
Head cir: 47.5 cm = 75%
We had a few issues to discuss with the doctor, including her inability to properly digest fruits (specifically acidic fruits or anything acidic). Our conclusion = she just can't. Perhaps she'll grow out of it, he's fairly optimistic about that, but for the time being, she simply doesn't get them. So we're adding a multivitamin to her daily regime (hello Flinstones!) to be sure that she gets the vitamins and nutrients she isn't getting from that food group (specifically Vit C).
And then she got her shots, and she really did quite well with those. She tried to be a big girl, and let out one big wail after the first one, took the seond like a champ (heck, she was still in the middle of the first wail, so what could she do?), and then I gave her the paci, her lovey, and snuggled with her. And that was all it took for her to put her head on my shoulder, snuggle into my neck, settle herself down, then realize she had done something good and clap for herself. Another 'Aw' moment, and now I've lost count...
Matt and I seem to continually make comparisons between Kellen and Tatum at their different stages, and he and I both thought that Kellen was more advanced than Tatum at this age verbally. After the questions they asked to gauge her verbal development at this check-up, we've realized she's JUST FINE (can she say 6-8 words? uh huh!). So, after the appointment, I decided to come up with a list, as best I could, of the words that I've identified that Tatum has and can say, as of now. Here they are (not necessarily in the order in which they appeared in her vocabulary)
Her 18 month check up was today (yeah, I know, we're a few days over...but just a few!), and she did just GREAT!
First of all, it wasn't at the best time...11:15 AM for a little girl who is used to eating at that time and taking a nap immediately after doesn't bode well for a happy and peaceful doctors visit. But, being the planner I am, I entered the doctors office armed with Ritz crackers and a sippy cup, hoping beyond hope to ward off pending meltdowns with food.
(It worked, by the way.)
The first, 'Aw' moment of the visit I had was when I pulled into the parking lot, exited the car and proceeded to get her out of the car and into the stroller when I realized that she had fallen asleep en route. *sigh* Poor baby! Not only do I have to wake you and disturb your nap, but I have to do so to to take you into the doctors office, AND to have you get shots. Ug.
So into the doctors office we go, and I start pointing out the painted animals on the wall, only to realize that she CAN make the sound and arm movements of a monkey. We've been demonstrating this to her (I call her my little monkey all the time - wierd, you might say, but she's a climber...) and she does it. How utterly delightful! It was just precious! (If you're counting, 'Aw' moment number two).
Then my little girl exhibits her total girliness by throwing a semi-fit as she's getting weighed. Now, before you question my comment above, let me explain. She had her cracker, and her water, I simply had to put both down for her to get weighed, and you DO NOT take food AWAY from this child. That's a BIG NO NO in Tatum-land. Another no-no is taking OFF her shoes. Hence the exhibition of her girliness. She wanted those shoes ON HER FEET. Period.
So as for the getting weighed part...she weighed in at a whopping 25.5 pounds. Yes, you read that correctly. Somewhere in the writing down of the weight we lost a half pound, so the "official" weight is 25 pounds, but I saw the number on the scale and it was 25.5. Uh huh. No wonder my back aches some days, especially when BOTH Kellen and Tatum want me to carry them. Goodness!
So, as for stats:
Weight: 25(.5) pounds = 70%
Height: 32 1/2 " = 70-75%
Head cir: 47.5 cm = 75%
We had a few issues to discuss with the doctor, including her inability to properly digest fruits (specifically acidic fruits or anything acidic). Our conclusion = she just can't. Perhaps she'll grow out of it, he's fairly optimistic about that, but for the time being, she simply doesn't get them. So we're adding a multivitamin to her daily regime (hello Flinstones!) to be sure that she gets the vitamins and nutrients she isn't getting from that food group (specifically Vit C).
And then she got her shots, and she really did quite well with those. She tried to be a big girl, and let out one big wail after the first one, took the seond like a champ (heck, she was still in the middle of the first wail, so what could she do?), and then I gave her the paci, her lovey, and snuggled with her. And that was all it took for her to put her head on my shoulder, snuggle into my neck, settle herself down, then realize she had done something good and clap for herself. Another 'Aw' moment, and now I've lost count...
Matt and I seem to continually make comparisons between Kellen and Tatum at their different stages, and he and I both thought that Kellen was more advanced than Tatum at this age verbally. After the questions they asked to gauge her verbal development at this check-up, we've realized she's JUST FINE (can she say 6-8 words? uh huh!). So, after the appointment, I decided to come up with a list, as best I could, of the words that I've identified that Tatum has and can say, as of now. Here they are (not necessarily in the order in which they appeared in her vocabulary)
- Mommy
- Daddy
- Maw Maw
- Paw Paw
- Bubby (I'm working SO HARD on getting her to say Kellen, but we said brother so much that this is what that word turned into - *sigh*)
- Please
- Outside
- Night-Night
- Dolphin
- Thank you
- Cheese
- Fish
- Eat
- Shoes
- Bath
- Bye
- Baby
- Ball
- Cracker
- No
- Mine
- Door
- Puppy
- Apple
- Banana
- Sit down
- Who's that?
- Love you
- More
I'm sure I've forgotten some, because I've just thought about this list for a short while this afternoon. And this doesn't count the number of signs that she does as well. So really, she's pretty verbal, and there's no telling how verbal she would be if we could get the paci out of her mouth more...*grin* But, we're not worried about that one, yet...with blessings from the doctor (and yes, it was a discussion item as well).
So I took her back to daycare and, you guessed it, she fell asleep in the car on the way back to school. 'Aw' I walked inside carrying her and went into her classroom where they had saved her lunch, and whispered to her about lunch...it took a minute, but she finally realized there was food ready for her and she woke up long enough to sign "eat" and walk to the table to be served, while saying, "night night" and looking at her nap stuff. 'Aw'
According to her chart, she ate "some" and then did take a little nap, so her day has been a little outta whack. But again, she's been quite the trooper!
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Sunday morning sounds
(As I'm exiting the shower and getting ready for church)
Kellen: Why didn't you make MY breakfast when you made Tatum's breakfast?
(The fact hasn't quite sunken in to him that once you pour the milk onto cereal, it begins the soggification process. But whatever.)
****
Kellen: I think Tatum has a stinky!
(Which was proven true)
****
(As both children are now dressed for church, but wearing capes over their church attire)
Kellen remarks: I am a super hero and Tatum, you look like a super girl or a princess.
Now THAT'S just music to my ears!
Kellen: Why didn't you make MY breakfast when you made Tatum's breakfast?
(The fact hasn't quite sunken in to him that once you pour the milk onto cereal, it begins the soggification process. But whatever.)
****
Kellen: I think Tatum has a stinky!
(Which was proven true)
****
(As both children are now dressed for church, but wearing capes over their church attire)
Kellen remarks: I am a super hero and Tatum, you look like a super girl or a princess.
Now THAT'S just music to my ears!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Makin' Gingi
Kellen's class, in fact all of kindergarten in his school this week, is doing a theme on gingerbread men. They're reading several versions of the book, and decorated gingerbread men on Monday. Much to their dismay, the gingerbread men ESCAPED from the oven while the lunch people were making the chicken nuggets.
Oh my!
Kellen has been oh-so-enthused about this latest adventure. He told me about how he made his gingerbread man, what he looked like - down to the last blue hair, pink shirted, rainbow pants, green shoed detail. Really.
Kellen's gingerbread man and the other gingerbread men made a break for it, they all said, "Run, run as fast as you can. You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man." Then the baby one said, "Catch me, catch me if you can. Catch me if you can."
(I really don't do this justice...Kellen talked about NOTHING else but this for quite a while yesterday afternoon/evening. You should hear him discussing this...it's quite entertaining!)
So Kellen decided to take his net to school today to see if he could find and catch his gingerbread man, but he wasn't able to find him. He's so worried that his gingerbread man is running amuck around the school being naughty. He's also worried that the gingerbread man is going to mess up the school and that he's going to have to stay home FOREVER. Uh huh.
Kellen's teacher (and the rest of the kindergarten teachers, I'm sure) have devised a plan to lure the gingerbread men back. They've sent home paper gingerbread men so that we can all decorate them and encourage the "real" gingerbread men to come back.
Here is Kellen decorating Gingi tonight:
Please note: Gingi doesn't have any hair because he's made to look like Daddy. However, Daddy doesn't have bags or backpacks to match his shirts like Kellen had me to make for Gingi. Yes, you read that correctly. This Gingi has a matching bag with a green handle. Very chic.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Happy Labor Day!
Whatcha' doing on this holiday?
I'm taking Kellen to school (we're in charge of snacks this week for his class, so I'll get to go into his class and drop off a couple of days worth of snacks - grapes, crackers, etc) and then Tatum and I are hanging out. I took the day off of work because her daycare was closed today...
Daycare closed.
TAMU open.
Elementary school open.
Hmmmm......
I'm taking Kellen to school (we're in charge of snacks this week for his class, so I'll get to go into his class and drop off a couple of days worth of snacks - grapes, crackers, etc) and then Tatum and I are hanging out. I took the day off of work because her daycare was closed today...
Daycare closed.
TAMU open.
Elementary school open.
Hmmmm......
Sunday, August 31, 2008
A Day in the Life of an Aggie Guest Coach...
Highlight Reel:
1. Simply doing this! It was VERY cool...watching practice (Wednesday night), getting introduced to the team, getting to see many of the "behind the scene" things (12th Man Productions, coaches production team, etc) and seeing how the "other half" lives (Letterman Club dinner prior to the game; tour of the Zone Club prior to the game and a tour of one of the private boxes)...and experiences gameday, AND being on the sidelines prior to the start of the game. Wow. Just wow. 
2. Meeting John David Crow.
Despite the loss, it was a fun adventure...and No, in case you're wondering - I wasn't one of the guest coaches that they allowed to actually call any plays, so you can't blame anything on me. Had to get that out there, just in case anyone was wondering...
And yes, in case you're still wondering, I'm also reeling about the loss as well. Wow....Just wow.
1. Simply doing this! It was VERY cool...watching practice (Wednesday night), getting introduced to the team, getting to see many of the "behind the scene" things (12th Man Productions, coaches production team, etc) and seeing how the "other half" lives (Letterman Club dinner prior to the game; tour of the Zone Club prior to the game and a tour of one of the private boxes)...and experiences gameday, AND being on the sidelines prior to the start of the game. Wow. Just wow.
2. Meeting John David Crow. 3. Having my son not smile for an almost-complete family picture on the sidelines when Benjamin Knox offered to use my camera and take a picture because, "he is a stranger" Yup...you read that correctly - If I hadn't wanted a picture of us it would have been WAY more funny than it already was. (Note to self: we have done a GREAT job of the stranger danger, now we have to work on accepting SOME strangers while in the presence of Mommy and Daddy).
Here are the pictures that he took:
Then after Benjamin moved on, we got Kellen to smile, and here's our "good" picture:
Despite the loss, it was a fun adventure...and No, in case you're wondering - I wasn't one of the guest coaches that they allowed to actually call any plays, so you can't blame anything on me. Had to get that out there, just in case anyone was wondering...And yes, in case you're still wondering, I'm also reeling about the loss as well. Wow....Just wow.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Praise you in this Storm
"Praise You In This Storm" (Casting Crowns)
I was sure by now
God You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
And I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to you
And you raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You
But as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
So the Lord gave me this song earlier this week, and I thought it was to remind me to praise Him in the midst of some things that had happened last week. Perhaps it was. And perhaps it was also given to me (and confirmed again and again on the radio exactly when I need to hear it) as preparation - to hold me up through THIS WEEK - what has been just a horrific week, as waves and waves of yet another thing happen to those that I love.
I was struggling with Kellen starting kindergarten...Matt was able to take him his first two days, and I took him on Wednesday. Now, let me reiterate that Matt WALKED him to class on Monday and Tuesday, and I had to DROP HIM OFF on Wednesday. Notice the difference? Well, Kellen and I discussed the drop off lane, how it would work, where he would walk, talked about how I wasn't walking him to his class, discussed who was picking him up, etc. It was going well - I had him out of his carseat, backpack on, lunchbox in hand, door shut, and was back in the drivers seat, window rolled down and was telling him 'I loved him' and 'Have a good day' when the realization that I wasn't actually walking him into his classroom rolled over him like a wave. You could actually see it rolling over his body from the back.
He turned, looked at me with a panic-stricken face, raced back to the car as the guards, wearing their brightly colored orange vests raced to the car to grab him, fearful that I didn't notice the child running to my car. But how could I not? How could I not notice the fear on his face? How could I not hear him yelling to me, "Mommy, mommy, I want you to walk me to class! Mommy!" Each syllable of every word was like a knife into my heart. Desperate at this point in time to hold back the tears that were fast forming, I calmly reminded him that I couldn't walk him to class, because all of the cars behind me had to drop off their boys and girls for school and go other places, too, and reminded him that he was just going to walk inside and to go the gym until it was time to go to his class, and that his Maw Maw and Paw Paw were going to pick him up after school.
After some protests, and God sending, in His perfect time, a friend of mine and her child - a friend of Kellen's in another kindergarten class - to help me out by offering to walk Kellen into the school, Kellen finally calmed down. After my last, 'Remember Mommy can't walk you into class, I have to drop you off here and drive because there are other cars waiting on Mommy to go and Maw Maw and Paw Paw are going to pick you up today, he responded with a dejected, 'Oh yeah, I remember.'
It was horrible.
So I immediately tried to call Matt...then when I didn't get in touch with him, sent him a text to let him know it had gone horribly and that I thought I was going to lose it. When he called me back to check on me, I turned into a wreck. And boy, it certainly wasn't fair to him, bless his heart, as he was only trying to help. His comment that set me over the edge: "I felt the same way on Monday."
Uh oh...In my hormonal, upset state, I went into a tirade. You know, the ones where your voice raises three octaves and dogs are running away from the sound blocks away...I can't remember the exact words I used, but the gist was that he couldn't possibly understand, because he was able to WALK Kellen to class for two days and I had to DROP him off and watch HELPLESSLY as he was torn away from my car by school workers, and I had to listen to him BEG me to walk him to class and tell him no. And I was COMPLETELY HELPLESS. I feel that I was perfectly justfied in being upset, but certainly NOT justified in taking it out on my poor husband, who was just trying to be supportive and comforting to me. Bless his heart though, I don't think he took any of it personally, and I have apologized for my explosion - just in case you were wondering.
Then today, I was notified upon arrival to work that one of the faculty members in my department was found dead by his wife this morning. Please pray for his wife, children, grandchildren and family. When I was told, I wanted to scream, 'NO! I just talked with him yesterday afternoon for 45 minutes in the coffee room...we were joking about his class...talking about the location for today...talking about the paperwork the students had to fill out and that he needed to bring to me...' I didn't say that, though...I think I said no, or oh no, or what?, then buried my head in my hands and cried for a few minutes, took the tissue my boss gave me, then started listing logistics for what needed to happen for the students and the class he was teaching. My boss just took notes on things he was going to do and then asked me how to do other things on the list.
I went and worked out the logistical details, made phone calls to various student services offices to explain the situation so that if any of our students needed assistance, we would be able to properly refer them AND the appropriate offices would be expecting them, etc, etc. I was trying to go to 'auto-pilot' when I was letting these departments know what was going on, but it wasn't working very well, so the phone calls were very awkward. I think they all understood and were very patient with me when I had to pause to compose myself or, worse yet, had to make myself stop the tears and breathe.
There are some other things going on that impact some of my dear friends, but they aren't mine to share. Suffice it to say, this is all part of my storm.
So the song God gives me today on the way home:
"He Will Carry Me" (Mark Schultz)
I call, You hear me
I’ve lost it all
And it’s more than I can bear
I feel so empty
You’re strong
I’m weary
I’m holdin’ on
But I feel like givin’ in
But still You’re with me
chorus:
And even though I’m walkin’ through
The valley of the shadow
I will hold tight to the hand of Him
Whose love will comfort me
And when all hope is gone
And I’ve been wounded in the battle
He is all the strength that I will
Ever need
And He will carry me
I know I’m broken
But You alone
Can mend this heart of mine
You’re always with me
chorus
And even though I feel so lonely
Like I’ve never been before
You never said it would be easy
But You said you’d see me through
The storm
chorus
Fitting songs, aren't they?
I don't want to go through anything else, or have my friends go through anything else, for me to learn what I'm sure is a truly valuable lesson from God. But that's not the right choice, is it? I choose, on a daily basis, to try and follow Gods will for my life, regardless. Even if it means that every week will be like this week. And that's really hard.
So on your prayer list, please pray for the Jackman family as they deal with their loss, several friends of mine as they deal with things going on in their lives, and me, to allow God to get ME out of the way so that He can use HIS strength in me to get me through all of this.
I was sure by now
God You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
And I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to you
And you raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You
But as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
So the Lord gave me this song earlier this week, and I thought it was to remind me to praise Him in the midst of some things that had happened last week. Perhaps it was. And perhaps it was also given to me (and confirmed again and again on the radio exactly when I need to hear it) as preparation - to hold me up through THIS WEEK - what has been just a horrific week, as waves and waves of yet another thing happen to those that I love.
I was struggling with Kellen starting kindergarten...Matt was able to take him his first two days, and I took him on Wednesday. Now, let me reiterate that Matt WALKED him to class on Monday and Tuesday, and I had to DROP HIM OFF on Wednesday. Notice the difference? Well, Kellen and I discussed the drop off lane, how it would work, where he would walk, talked about how I wasn't walking him to his class, discussed who was picking him up, etc. It was going well - I had him out of his carseat, backpack on, lunchbox in hand, door shut, and was back in the drivers seat, window rolled down and was telling him 'I loved him' and 'Have a good day' when the realization that I wasn't actually walking him into his classroom rolled over him like a wave. You could actually see it rolling over his body from the back.
He turned, looked at me with a panic-stricken face, raced back to the car as the guards, wearing their brightly colored orange vests raced to the car to grab him, fearful that I didn't notice the child running to my car. But how could I not? How could I not notice the fear on his face? How could I not hear him yelling to me, "Mommy, mommy, I want you to walk me to class! Mommy!" Each syllable of every word was like a knife into my heart. Desperate at this point in time to hold back the tears that were fast forming, I calmly reminded him that I couldn't walk him to class, because all of the cars behind me had to drop off their boys and girls for school and go other places, too, and reminded him that he was just going to walk inside and to go the gym until it was time to go to his class, and that his Maw Maw and Paw Paw were going to pick him up after school.
After some protests, and God sending, in His perfect time, a friend of mine and her child - a friend of Kellen's in another kindergarten class - to help me out by offering to walk Kellen into the school, Kellen finally calmed down. After my last, 'Remember Mommy can't walk you into class, I have to drop you off here and drive because there are other cars waiting on Mommy to go and Maw Maw and Paw Paw are going to pick you up today, he responded with a dejected, 'Oh yeah, I remember.'
It was horrible.
So I immediately tried to call Matt...then when I didn't get in touch with him, sent him a text to let him know it had gone horribly and that I thought I was going to lose it. When he called me back to check on me, I turned into a wreck. And boy, it certainly wasn't fair to him, bless his heart, as he was only trying to help. His comment that set me over the edge: "I felt the same way on Monday."
Uh oh...In my hormonal, upset state, I went into a tirade. You know, the ones where your voice raises three octaves and dogs are running away from the sound blocks away...I can't remember the exact words I used, but the gist was that he couldn't possibly understand, because he was able to WALK Kellen to class for two days and I had to DROP him off and watch HELPLESSLY as he was torn away from my car by school workers, and I had to listen to him BEG me to walk him to class and tell him no. And I was COMPLETELY HELPLESS. I feel that I was perfectly justfied in being upset, but certainly NOT justified in taking it out on my poor husband, who was just trying to be supportive and comforting to me. Bless his heart though, I don't think he took any of it personally, and I have apologized for my explosion - just in case you were wondering.
Then today, I was notified upon arrival to work that one of the faculty members in my department was found dead by his wife this morning. Please pray for his wife, children, grandchildren and family. When I was told, I wanted to scream, 'NO! I just talked with him yesterday afternoon for 45 minutes in the coffee room...we were joking about his class...talking about the location for today...talking about the paperwork the students had to fill out and that he needed to bring to me...' I didn't say that, though...I think I said no, or oh no, or what?, then buried my head in my hands and cried for a few minutes, took the tissue my boss gave me, then started listing logistics for what needed to happen for the students and the class he was teaching. My boss just took notes on things he was going to do and then asked me how to do other things on the list.
I went and worked out the logistical details, made phone calls to various student services offices to explain the situation so that if any of our students needed assistance, we would be able to properly refer them AND the appropriate offices would be expecting them, etc, etc. I was trying to go to 'auto-pilot' when I was letting these departments know what was going on, but it wasn't working very well, so the phone calls were very awkward. I think they all understood and were very patient with me when I had to pause to compose myself or, worse yet, had to make myself stop the tears and breathe.
There are some other things going on that impact some of my dear friends, but they aren't mine to share. Suffice it to say, this is all part of my storm.
So the song God gives me today on the way home:
"He Will Carry Me" (Mark Schultz)
I call, You hear me
I’ve lost it all
And it’s more than I can bear
I feel so empty
You’re strong
I’m weary
I’m holdin’ on
But I feel like givin’ in
But still You’re with me
chorus:
And even though I’m walkin’ through
The valley of the shadow
I will hold tight to the hand of Him
Whose love will comfort me
And when all hope is gone
And I’ve been wounded in the battle
He is all the strength that I will
Ever need
And He will carry me
I know I’m broken
But You alone
Can mend this heart of mine
You’re always with me
chorus
And even though I feel so lonely
Like I’ve never been before
You never said it would be easy
But You said you’d see me through
The storm
chorus
Fitting songs, aren't they?
I don't want to go through anything else, or have my friends go through anything else, for me to learn what I'm sure is a truly valuable lesson from God. But that's not the right choice, is it? I choose, on a daily basis, to try and follow Gods will for my life, regardless. Even if it means that every week will be like this week. And that's really hard.
So on your prayer list, please pray for the Jackman family as they deal with their loss, several friends of mine as they deal with things going on in their lives, and me, to allow God to get ME out of the way so that He can use HIS strength in me to get me through all of this.
Monday, August 25, 2008
First day of kindergarten
Yup...It's that time. Already. Is he really old enough for this? *Sigh* But one look at that precious face tells you that he is, he's ready - but I'm not. Guess I need to get there - and quickly.
As you can see, he finally did pick out a backpack and a lunchbox that were "must have's" for him...Batman and Spiderman. I'm impressed, actually, with his lunchbox. We somehow picked the very last metal Spiderman lunchbox Wal-Mart had. Wow! Even I think it's a pretty cool one!
And he did wonderfully today...he was so very nervous last night...I tried so hard to encourage him, to comfort him, assure him that he was going to make friends, that he was going to be fine today, all of those things that we know how to say. But although I knew he would be fine, could he see through me to my own worry for him, I wonder?
It's amazing, though...whenever we go somewhere, he's almost always on the forefront of the kids...spurring them to whatever activity there is at hand. He's almost never shy unless the activity involves new adults, so it was odd for me to hear him express his nervousness about making new friends, because in my mind, he makes them effortlessly. If only I could get him to believe that about himself, which is what I tried to do last night. Why doesn't he see that in himself?
What I have learned; however, is that he is NOT into girls. At all. He was sitting next to one today and DIDN'T LIKE IT. Girls in his family are ok, but this girl was not. She was apparently wearing her hair in pigtails, and he didn't want to sit next to a girl. He just wanted to sit next to boys.
I wonder when they pass the "cootie" stage?
As you can see, he finally did pick out a backpack and a lunchbox that were "must have's" for him...Batman and Spiderman. I'm impressed, actually, with his lunchbox. We somehow picked the very last metal Spiderman lunchbox Wal-Mart had. Wow! Even I think it's a pretty cool one!
And he did wonderfully today...he was so very nervous last night...I tried so hard to encourage him, to comfort him, assure him that he was going to make friends, that he was going to be fine today, all of those things that we know how to say. But although I knew he would be fine, could he see through me to my own worry for him, I wonder?
It's amazing, though...whenever we go somewhere, he's almost always on the forefront of the kids...spurring them to whatever activity there is at hand. He's almost never shy unless the activity involves new adults, so it was odd for me to hear him express his nervousness about making new friends, because in my mind, he makes them effortlessly. If only I could get him to believe that about himself, which is what I tried to do last night. Why doesn't he see that in himself?
What I have learned; however, is that he is NOT into girls. At all. He was sitting next to one today and DIDN'T LIKE IT. Girls in his family are ok, but this girl was not. She was apparently wearing her hair in pigtails, and he didn't want to sit next to a girl. He just wanted to sit next to boys.
I wonder when they pass the "cootie" stage?
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Nature morning
Well, the kids were wide awake and rarin' to go by 6:30 AM this morning, so I decided to try and get some of that energy out early. We had eaten breakfast and were at the park before 8 so that we could feed the ducks THEIR breakfast. Fun Saturday, right?
I think he decided that he didn't want to take the change of being bitten again...isn't that what it looks like to you?
I think he decided that he didn't want to take the change of being bitten again...isn't that what it looks like to you?
Then he decided that he DID truly want to feed the ducks again, then wondered why they all decided to swim away when he launched the bread at them...you know, just the way Daddy taught him to throw. I wonder.
So he and I had to have a talk about how to throw food to animals. Poor guy...I guess it is confusing. I told him to throw, and throw he did - just like he was taught!
And we finished off our morning by playing on the playground equipment, of course. Apparently Kellen can climb into the "baby" swing. Who knew?
I'll refrain from going into details about the monster that Kellen turned into on the walk home, but suffice it to say, his body is just not adjusting well to the lack of naps and it is SO impacting his behavior. I was one of those moms - you know...the ones you see in the store, or at the park, or heaven-forbid, walking home from the park - attempting to walk while holding said fit-throwing child and push a stroller with an 18-month old at the same time. The ones that you either feel sorry for, promise yourself you'll never be, or say to yourself, 'my kid will know better than to act like that' - yeah, one of those moms today. Wow. It was great, really.
And to prove my "lack of sleep" theory, everyone took naps today after our large snack at 11...and both kids were OUT until 2:15. Tired? I think so!
How long does your body need to adjust to a new sleep pattern or sleep schedule, anyway?
Kellen first "real" haircut
Well, it finally happened. Daddy took Kellen to the barber shop for his first "real" haircut in preparation for school.
He took Kellen to the guy that used to cut his hair (you know, before he decided to start shaving it completely bald...) and let Kellen have the FULL barber shop experience.
He took Kellen to the guy that used to cut his hair (you know, before he decided to start shaving it completely bald...) and let Kellen have the FULL barber shop experience.
Weekend at Boerne, Part II (Pictures)
I sincerely hoped you laughed at that video, because little miss Tatum was just cracking us up. She was barely past the point of throwing up, and was having "other" issues that morning as well (see the original Weekend at Boerne post for additional details and the full story), and here she was, begging for more chocolate milkshake. Oh my. Apparently the love of all things chocolate IS genetic...Who knew?
This next picture is a view of the spring fed creek bottom (can't you see the spring flowing through the creek? - LOL - we couldn't either, but has been warned and was expected it, so oh well!) off the back porch of the house. It was a beautiful view and we had lots of fun with the kids on the back porch, as you'll see in some of the other pictures below. This is the creek bed where Daddy and Kellen went on their exploration adventure, and came back with the ear-shaped rock...
How fun for us that they actually had a Shrek playdoh set. We did get some fresh playdoh to add to it, and I believe that this was Tatum's first playdoh experience. She joined right in and had lots of fun with it! She even tried to use the tooth mold as a cell phone, which for her was just about the correct size...
I'll end with a note that the nature and wildlife is just beautiful in this area of Texas. I did; however, get a little tired of my dear sweet husband commenting on the fact that he wanted to shoot everything that wasn't human that he saw during our trip. I appreciate the meat we eat and I try (notice I don't say I do) to understand his all-encompassing love of hunting, but sometimes I like to simply appreciate the nature as well :)
2 more molars
How did they come through when I wasn't looking? Or didn't even notice? All of the sudden on Thursday, Tatum smiled at breakfast and I saw them, shining brightly there in the bottom of her mouth.
uhhhh...where did those come from and when did they appear?
And one would think with all of her recent illness I would have seen them had they been there earlier, considering all of the time spend focusing on her mouth, and things coming out of it, so they haven't been there that long.
Amazing how hard the first two were to come through and these two seemed to have emerged overnight.
At any rate, they're going in the baby book at being cut on Thursday...
uhhhh...where did those come from and when did they appear?
And one would think with all of her recent illness I would have seen them had they been there earlier, considering all of the time spend focusing on her mouth, and things coming out of it, so they haven't been there that long.
Amazing how hard the first two were to come through and these two seemed to have emerged overnight.
At any rate, they're going in the baby book at being cut on Thursday...
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Weekend at Boerne
You know how the movie with a similar title is filled with a variety of funny events? Well, our weekend included some of the same types of moments. Memorable moments. REALLY memorable moments.
So memorable that OTHER people - strangers, actually - will have stories to tell for years to come. Uh huh.
But I'm jumping ahead...
We took a fabulous drive on Thursday after lunch to Boerne, through Bastrop, and stopped to get milkshakes at what I'm told is just the best hamburger joint around. Well, we had already eaten lunch, but who doesn't have room for milkshakes?? We all got milkshakes except for Tatum, who had been sick (oh yeah, forgot to mention that...I'll fill you in on that one in just a second...) and they were really good. Daddy and Maw Maw decided to take pity on the poor child and begged me to let her have just a little of the milkshake.....I relented, with the caveat that if she got sick, out of EITHER end, that I wasn't going to be the one to have to clean it up. Oh my goodness...It was hilarious! We have footage that I believe might be good enough to send in to America's Funniest Video's or something...My daughter - and at this point in time I do have to say my daughter - LOVES chocolate milkshakes (see why I had to call her 'my daughter' on that one?). So after her drink, she would open her mouth, wag her tongue, sign for more and sign for please...but the opening of the mouth and EXTREME wagging of the tongue (think: cow tongue and you might come close to what she looked like) was enough to put us in stitches laughing.
Rewind to the backstory of her getting sick: Wednesday night as I was packing things up for the trip I heard a funny sound from her room, went in to investigate and she had thrown up and was continuing to throw up. I grabbed her, tried to comfort her, rushed her to the bathroom and plopped her in the tub, stripping her of her clothes in the process. I tried to calm her down as I was rinsing her off and washed her, but the shock of what had happened to her was pretty bad. She proceeded to get sick every 10 or so minutes for another two hours, so she learned how to throw up in the toilet, how to clean off her face with tissue, and I learned that she knew how to blow her nose when a tissue came near her face. In the meantime, between episodes, I took her temperature to discover that she didn't have a fever (yay!), called Daddy and Maw Maw to make them aware of the situation and potential implications for our planned trip the following morning (uh oh), and tried to ready myself for a l-o-n-g night.
I know that there are a lot of pathetic things in the world, but watching your daughter, who doesn't understand what is happening to her as she's getting sick or why she's getting sick sign "all done" as she's throwing up because she's desperate to be finished with this particular process is really heartbreaking. And it just as equally pulls on your heart strings to then watch her realize what it is that she's supposed to do....and have her show Daddy, Maw Maw and Paw Paw later how 'Tatum goes blah in the potty' by walking over to the toilet, leaning her head over it, making the 'blah' sound, grabbing toilet paper and throwing it in the toilet, then turning around, looking at you and clapping for herself because she did what she was supposed to where she was supposed to do it. There are truly so many things worse, but I distinctly remember the first time that Kellen got throw-up sick and will now remember the first time Tatum did as well. Poor babies...
Let us now return to our fun vacation story:
After we enjoyed Tatum's antics with the begging for more milkshake, we went to Bastrop State Park, where Paw Paw abandoned the slow and luxurious scenic drive to try and break the world record for the fastest time through the scenic route. I believe he was having a bit too much fun on the curves...much to Kellen's delight, I'm sure. We wanted to check it out for potential future weekend get-a-ways...nice!
We got to the house we had rented for the weekend, settled in, had dinner and then Maw Maw and Paw Paw went to pick up Aunt Boo from the airport in San Antonio, leaving us some time to just hang out and veg. Matt and Kellen took a long nature walk, and came back with a rock shaped like an ear - really, it is, then Kellen got to experience a jacuzzi tub.
He liked it, just in case you were wondering. But what he didn't like was the fact that Mommy had forgotten to turn off the water and walked out of the room to tell Daddy something.
Whoops...
No harm done...he just had a really full bath that night. Then Matt joined him, and they had LOTS of fun splashing around in that big ol' tub.
On Friday Aunt Boo had some her friend and kids come to the house to visit, play games, hang out, have lunch and then we went to Guadalupe State Park to let the kids get in the river and play. They had lots of fun there as well! Then we went back to the house and played some more games and just hung out. Nice!!
Saturday was our day for Aunt Boo, Daddy and I to float down the river. The place we were staying had private entrances and pick ups for the float, and the float time was approximately 2-4 hours, depending on the level of the river. We were hoping for about 2 hours so that we might be able to do it again with Kellen later on Saturday or even Sunday morning, but had already decided to go once without him, just to test it out. We really wanted to be sure that his first river adventure was a good one...
That was one of the best decisions we made on Saturday.
We got in the river at about 10 AM...it was a really pretty day, slightly cloudy, but warm and nice. The river felt WONDERFUL! I had forgotten how much I enjoyed being on the river...even with it being lower than the optimal floating conditions and us not moving really fast, and minus lots of rapids or chutes - aaaahhhh - it was SO RELAXING just to FLOAT!!! We floated for a while and had sandwiches at about 12 or so, and by that point in time had been looking for our pick up place for 30 or so minutes and continued to do so from then on. Matt and I had been to the pick up site on Friday, so we both knew what we were looking for and we certainly didn't want to miss it.
Hours went by...we continued to float...4 hours on the river...then 5...then close to 6. We had passed some people and asked them if they knew of the community where we were staying - they didn't - but we didn't think too much about that, because I'm not sure if they would have know their own name, actually. I finally made the suggestion to consolidate from three to two contraptions and just pull the innertube along after us, which we did for a while...I was trying to think of any way to speed us along to our pick up point, which we all continued to feel MUST be just right around the next bend, or past the next bunch of rocks, or after the next chute, etc... Then the beautiful day starts to look not-so-beautiful as the storm rolls in on top of us. The rain begins, slowly at first, and then starts pelting us. I hear the thunder, but don't see the lightning, so I take that as a good sign, seeing as how we were on the water and all...
We float and paddle along in the rain for about 15-20 minutes until we came across what appeared to be a private river entrance, where we gathered to consider our options. They were: 1) continue our current status quo and press on down the river in the rain; 2) continue on the river until we got under the bridge (just a few hundred yards away from where we stopped) and wait out the storm, then continue down the river; or 3) get out of the river and attempt to find/hunt down help.
I voted for option #3. Adamantly.
Luckily for us, as we were walking out and toward the highway, a truck was pulling into the parking lot. Now, I don't really believe that it was lucky for us, since I had been praying for a while for God to PLEASE help us out, and then even harder once we had gotten out of the water for someone to please come and help us get back to the house. So I don't really consider the fact that this truck pulled in RIGHT as we were coming to the parking lot as luck - but whatever. *grin*
Matt went to speak with the guy about our *ahem* situation and asked if he would take us to the first house we came across so that we could ask to stand on their porch and contact Maw Maw and/or Paw Paw to come and get us. Honestly, that's what we were willing to do. So he generously gave us a ride (Thank you, Eric!) to the first house we came across and Matt again approached the house, knocking and ringing the doorbell. Nada. Never the one to let little things stand in his way and certainly not one to let much stop him, Matt goes around back - yes ladies and gentleman, to the backyard (there WERE cars in the driveway and the garage WAS open, so we were fairly certain people were actually home) and introduces himself to the folks, lets them know what's going on, and asks for the help that we wanted (let us stand on your porch and tell us where we are, please!). God answered my prayers and then some, because they not only said yes to that, but brought out towels for us to dry off with, loaded us up in their truck and drove us back to the house.
It took them almost a half hour to drive us back to the house and that was because they had a special code to cut through one of the gated neighborhoods. We were a L-O-N-G way from where we needed to be.
But we had NO idea how we had gotten there, because Matt and I STILL insisted that we hadn't missed the pick up point. But they got us home. Thank you, Eric (yes, another Eric!) and your gracious wife...I hope and pray that you sell your house (oh, we interrupted a showing of their house, which is why they were in their backyard and didn't answer their door). May God truly bless you for the kindness you showed to us...even though we were Aggies.
You guessed it...They are 'sips.
Needless to say, despite repeatedly reapplying the SPF 50 sport and waterproof sunscreen that we had with us, we ALL looked, in some form or fashion, like lobsters after the day was done. Matt had it the worst. His ENTIRE chest and back were so red that they were almost a purple hue...his legs aren't much better. I'm convinced that no matter how many times you reapply, when you're on the river for 7 hours floating, there is no amount of prevention that can stop a sunburn. We tried. I reapplied. Don't tell me I know better. I did what I was supposed to do. I also firmly believe that having a base tan DOES help prevent a sunburn. I'm the most sunburned in places that haven't been as exposed to the sun this summer and that therefore did NOT have a base tan - my mid-lower back and the backs of my legs.
Ahhhh, the misadventures of the river.
So, we got back to the house in one piece, and played with the kids, lathered up as much as possible with lotion, and played games on Saturday night while watching as much of the Olympics as possible (which we did quite a bit of over the course of the weekend).
Sunday morning we were determined to find out what went wrong. None of the three of us were content to just let it go, as Matt and I were still fairly convinced that we had't missed the pick up point. So we head to the pick up point, then to the drop off. Then some of the questions that the three of us had individually - the ones we had all mentioned a time or two but hadn't given much stock to - start coming out:
--Why does the pick up point tell you how long the float will be and suggest for you to plan your float accordingly if it's the PICK UP POINT?
--Why is the drop off point set at a more shallow area with a larger rock base - more like a beach area?
--Why is the drop off point south of the pick up point?
So we come to the conclusion that 1) either the map is incorrect and the pick up and drop off parks are incorrectly labeled on the map (and in case you're wondering, there are NO signs at the actual parks themselves) or 2) the map was read wrong and we got IN the water where we should have gotten OUT of the water and we never had a chance to miss the pick up point. So we headed back to the house to take another look at the map.
Can you guess which one it was?
So then we just hung out and packed things up to get ready to leave the house, and left immediately after lunch and timed it pretty perfectly so that Tatum slept almost the entire way home and so that Kellen actually took a little nap himself as well. Who am I kidding...I slept too, and apparently I am not a graceful car sleeper *grin* But I was one tired Mommy after that weekend!
So memorable that OTHER people - strangers, actually - will have stories to tell for years to come. Uh huh.
But I'm jumping ahead...
We took a fabulous drive on Thursday after lunch to Boerne, through Bastrop, and stopped to get milkshakes at what I'm told is just the best hamburger joint around. Well, we had already eaten lunch, but who doesn't have room for milkshakes?? We all got milkshakes except for Tatum, who had been sick (oh yeah, forgot to mention that...I'll fill you in on that one in just a second...) and they were really good. Daddy and Maw Maw decided to take pity on the poor child and begged me to let her have just a little of the milkshake.....I relented, with the caveat that if she got sick, out of EITHER end, that I wasn't going to be the one to have to clean it up. Oh my goodness...It was hilarious! We have footage that I believe might be good enough to send in to America's Funniest Video's or something...My daughter - and at this point in time I do have to say my daughter - LOVES chocolate milkshakes (see why I had to call her 'my daughter' on that one?). So after her drink, she would open her mouth, wag her tongue, sign for more and sign for please...but the opening of the mouth and EXTREME wagging of the tongue (think: cow tongue and you might come close to what she looked like) was enough to put us in stitches laughing.
Rewind to the backstory of her getting sick: Wednesday night as I was packing things up for the trip I heard a funny sound from her room, went in to investigate and she had thrown up and was continuing to throw up. I grabbed her, tried to comfort her, rushed her to the bathroom and plopped her in the tub, stripping her of her clothes in the process. I tried to calm her down as I was rinsing her off and washed her, but the shock of what had happened to her was pretty bad. She proceeded to get sick every 10 or so minutes for another two hours, so she learned how to throw up in the toilet, how to clean off her face with tissue, and I learned that she knew how to blow her nose when a tissue came near her face. In the meantime, between episodes, I took her temperature to discover that she didn't have a fever (yay!), called Daddy and Maw Maw to make them aware of the situation and potential implications for our planned trip the following morning (uh oh), and tried to ready myself for a l-o-n-g night.
I know that there are a lot of pathetic things in the world, but watching your daughter, who doesn't understand what is happening to her as she's getting sick or why she's getting sick sign "all done" as she's throwing up because she's desperate to be finished with this particular process is really heartbreaking. And it just as equally pulls on your heart strings to then watch her realize what it is that she's supposed to do....and have her show Daddy, Maw Maw and Paw Paw later how 'Tatum goes blah in the potty' by walking over to the toilet, leaning her head over it, making the 'blah' sound, grabbing toilet paper and throwing it in the toilet, then turning around, looking at you and clapping for herself because she did what she was supposed to where she was supposed to do it. There are truly so many things worse, but I distinctly remember the first time that Kellen got throw-up sick and will now remember the first time Tatum did as well. Poor babies...
Let us now return to our fun vacation story:
After we enjoyed Tatum's antics with the begging for more milkshake, we went to Bastrop State Park, where Paw Paw abandoned the slow and luxurious scenic drive to try and break the world record for the fastest time through the scenic route. I believe he was having a bit too much fun on the curves...much to Kellen's delight, I'm sure. We wanted to check it out for potential future weekend get-a-ways...nice!
We got to the house we had rented for the weekend, settled in, had dinner and then Maw Maw and Paw Paw went to pick up Aunt Boo from the airport in San Antonio, leaving us some time to just hang out and veg. Matt and Kellen took a long nature walk, and came back with a rock shaped like an ear - really, it is, then Kellen got to experience a jacuzzi tub.
He liked it, just in case you were wondering. But what he didn't like was the fact that Mommy had forgotten to turn off the water and walked out of the room to tell Daddy something.
Whoops...
No harm done...he just had a really full bath that night. Then Matt joined him, and they had LOTS of fun splashing around in that big ol' tub.
On Friday Aunt Boo had some her friend and kids come to the house to visit, play games, hang out, have lunch and then we went to Guadalupe State Park to let the kids get in the river and play. They had lots of fun there as well! Then we went back to the house and played some more games and just hung out. Nice!!
Saturday was our day for Aunt Boo, Daddy and I to float down the river. The place we were staying had private entrances and pick ups for the float, and the float time was approximately 2-4 hours, depending on the level of the river. We were hoping for about 2 hours so that we might be able to do it again with Kellen later on Saturday or even Sunday morning, but had already decided to go once without him, just to test it out. We really wanted to be sure that his first river adventure was a good one...
That was one of the best decisions we made on Saturday.
We got in the river at about 10 AM...it was a really pretty day, slightly cloudy, but warm and nice. The river felt WONDERFUL! I had forgotten how much I enjoyed being on the river...even with it being lower than the optimal floating conditions and us not moving really fast, and minus lots of rapids or chutes - aaaahhhh - it was SO RELAXING just to FLOAT!!! We floated for a while and had sandwiches at about 12 or so, and by that point in time had been looking for our pick up place for 30 or so minutes and continued to do so from then on. Matt and I had been to the pick up site on Friday, so we both knew what we were looking for and we certainly didn't want to miss it.
Hours went by...we continued to float...4 hours on the river...then 5...then close to 6. We had passed some people and asked them if they knew of the community where we were staying - they didn't - but we didn't think too much about that, because I'm not sure if they would have know their own name, actually. I finally made the suggestion to consolidate from three to two contraptions and just pull the innertube along after us, which we did for a while...I was trying to think of any way to speed us along to our pick up point, which we all continued to feel MUST be just right around the next bend, or past the next bunch of rocks, or after the next chute, etc... Then the beautiful day starts to look not-so-beautiful as the storm rolls in on top of us. The rain begins, slowly at first, and then starts pelting us. I hear the thunder, but don't see the lightning, so I take that as a good sign, seeing as how we were on the water and all...
We float and paddle along in the rain for about 15-20 minutes until we came across what appeared to be a private river entrance, where we gathered to consider our options. They were: 1) continue our current status quo and press on down the river in the rain; 2) continue on the river until we got under the bridge (just a few hundred yards away from where we stopped) and wait out the storm, then continue down the river; or 3) get out of the river and attempt to find/hunt down help.
I voted for option #3. Adamantly.
Luckily for us, as we were walking out and toward the highway, a truck was pulling into the parking lot. Now, I don't really believe that it was lucky for us, since I had been praying for a while for God to PLEASE help us out, and then even harder once we had gotten out of the water for someone to please come and help us get back to the house. So I don't really consider the fact that this truck pulled in RIGHT as we were coming to the parking lot as luck - but whatever. *grin*
Matt went to speak with the guy about our *ahem* situation and asked if he would take us to the first house we came across so that we could ask to stand on their porch and contact Maw Maw and/or Paw Paw to come and get us. Honestly, that's what we were willing to do. So he generously gave us a ride (Thank you, Eric!) to the first house we came across and Matt again approached the house, knocking and ringing the doorbell. Nada. Never the one to let little things stand in his way and certainly not one to let much stop him, Matt goes around back - yes ladies and gentleman, to the backyard (there WERE cars in the driveway and the garage WAS open, so we were fairly certain people were actually home) and introduces himself to the folks, lets them know what's going on, and asks for the help that we wanted (let us stand on your porch and tell us where we are, please!). God answered my prayers and then some, because they not only said yes to that, but brought out towels for us to dry off with, loaded us up in their truck and drove us back to the house.
It took them almost a half hour to drive us back to the house and that was because they had a special code to cut through one of the gated neighborhoods. We were a L-O-N-G way from where we needed to be.
But we had NO idea how we had gotten there, because Matt and I STILL insisted that we hadn't missed the pick up point. But they got us home. Thank you, Eric (yes, another Eric!) and your gracious wife...I hope and pray that you sell your house (oh, we interrupted a showing of their house, which is why they were in their backyard and didn't answer their door). May God truly bless you for the kindness you showed to us...even though we were Aggies.
You guessed it...They are 'sips.
Needless to say, despite repeatedly reapplying the SPF 50 sport and waterproof sunscreen that we had with us, we ALL looked, in some form or fashion, like lobsters after the day was done. Matt had it the worst. His ENTIRE chest and back were so red that they were almost a purple hue...his legs aren't much better. I'm convinced that no matter how many times you reapply, when you're on the river for 7 hours floating, there is no amount of prevention that can stop a sunburn. We tried. I reapplied. Don't tell me I know better. I did what I was supposed to do. I also firmly believe that having a base tan DOES help prevent a sunburn. I'm the most sunburned in places that haven't been as exposed to the sun this summer and that therefore did NOT have a base tan - my mid-lower back and the backs of my legs.
Ahhhh, the misadventures of the river.
So, we got back to the house in one piece, and played with the kids, lathered up as much as possible with lotion, and played games on Saturday night while watching as much of the Olympics as possible (which we did quite a bit of over the course of the weekend).
Sunday morning we were determined to find out what went wrong. None of the three of us were content to just let it go, as Matt and I were still fairly convinced that we had't missed the pick up point. So we head to the pick up point, then to the drop off. Then some of the questions that the three of us had individually - the ones we had all mentioned a time or two but hadn't given much stock to - start coming out:
--Why does the pick up point tell you how long the float will be and suggest for you to plan your float accordingly if it's the PICK UP POINT?
--Why is the drop off point set at a more shallow area with a larger rock base - more like a beach area?
--Why is the drop off point south of the pick up point?
So we come to the conclusion that 1) either the map is incorrect and the pick up and drop off parks are incorrectly labeled on the map (and in case you're wondering, there are NO signs at the actual parks themselves) or 2) the map was read wrong and we got IN the water where we should have gotten OUT of the water and we never had a chance to miss the pick up point. So we headed back to the house to take another look at the map.
Can you guess which one it was?
So then we just hung out and packed things up to get ready to leave the house, and left immediately after lunch and timed it pretty perfectly so that Tatum slept almost the entire way home and so that Kellen actually took a little nap himself as well. Who am I kidding...I slept too, and apparently I am not a graceful car sleeper *grin* But I was one tired Mommy after that weekend!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Bouncing and nature
Today our adventures consisted primarily of bouncing and nature.
After we took Tatum to school, we picked up coffee (for me) and a donut (for Kellen), and headed to The Bounce, for their toddler time bounce (9 - 11AM, ages up to 5, I believe). I was meeting a group of moms there so that I could have some folks to chat with while Kellen went crazy on the bounce equipment...and crazy he went! I think he was sweaty within 20 minutes! We stayed until about 11:30, and I'm learning (it's amazing what you learn in 5 years...) to give him "count downs"...so as it was getting time for us to go, I had told him 10 more minutes, and showed him on my watch what time it was, and what time it would be when we needed to leave. Plus, it helped that we had already made plans for the entire day...plans that includes LOTS of other stuff that HE wanted to do...So anyway, when it was time to go (when the open jump was happening and the bigger kids were running amuck), I just walked over to him and told him "times up, let's go" - and he finished his turn in the one he was on, got his shoes on, and went to the door. I had to actually catch up with him!
We went home, got our picnic lunch ready, including lunch for the ducks (the heels of the bread and crusts from his sandwich) and headed off for the park that we hadn't had a chance to explore yet (and we've been in this house what now...a month and a half??). We walked there, which again, is something I just LOVE about this location!!!
As we "discovered" the pond (and really, I wouldn't have known it was there if someone hadn't told me...you just CANNOT see it - even if you're playing on the playground equipment!) the ducks automatically started to walk up to us. You can tell that they're used to being fed. Kellen was so cute...I gave him the bread and he started feeding them, but he wasn't throwing the bread very far because they were so close to him. Well, there was one duck, in particular, that was fairly aggressive, and started trying to take the bread out of Kellens hand. Initially, he thought this was pretty cool. That is, until the duck actually did it. Kellen looked at me with a surprised look on his face..."Mommy, that duck bit me!"
I just laughed (once I knew it didn't actually hurt him, of course)...and told him to make sure to throw the bread AWAY from him so the ducks wouldn't try to get it out of his hands and to not let them do that again. After he fed them all of their lunch, we sat down to eat ours and just watched them.
Kellen decided to name them all as well. It was fairly easy with some of them with markings, but the solid white ones were a bit harder (except the one that bit him - his name was easy). So we have the following "duck friends", if you will, now:
Meaniac (the duck that bit him...)
Brownie
Blackie
Crownie
Honey
Caramel
Beautiful (this was the somewhat "generic" name for the solid white ducks, and he kept changing which duck was being called Beautiful, although he'll never say that he actually did that...)
Greenie (a black duck whose feathers actually look green in the light...pretty cool!!)
There were some more that I can't remember, but I think you get the point...
We also got more of nature than we thought we would...we saw some squirrels up close and personal, too. Very personal. As in, I-guess-it's-mating-season-personal. I initially only saw one squirrel, so I of course, pointed it out to Kellen. He's the one that pointed the second squirrel out to me. Then pointed out that they were wrestling. Uh huh...They WERE wrestling, but that's not all, folks. Anyway, this is a G-rated blog, so that's all on that subject.
After we enjoyed the ducks for a L-O-N-G time, and talked about why they wouldn't be good pets (you can laugh now), we went to the playground area of the park and played for a while, then walked back to the house for a rest.
I did it. I gave in on the nap. I HAD to have one today! It's my vacation and I can nap if I want to, right? So I told Kellen to lay down for a short rest, and I did the same. I fell asleep and only later in the day did he tell me that he didn't. But he did stay in his room and rest, which is what I wanted and needed him to do.
Anyway...he went to his Little Dragon lesson after watching some cartoons (I decided against the pool after our "rest" time...we both needed to just chill out and hang) and once again did wonderfully! He even challenged the instructor! So they sparred...and Kellen ended up telling me after class that he couldn't beat the teacher, but that he was going to practice really hard so that one day he could beat him. He did really well, and sparred really well against the other student, too! I'm so proud of how he's doing in there with that instructor! It's like night and day with that instructor vs the one on the weekend...Goodness gracious! Kellen's attitude and bahavior are AMAZING when he's with Mr. B...
Then it was off to pick up his sis and back home for dinner, and on the way to do those things is when I learned that he didn't actually go to sleep during his "rest" time...as he was so very tired and fighting falling asleep (his normal pattern when he doesn't get a nap thus far). He did manage to stay awake, and had only a minor melt-down when we got home, but I talked him through it and he was able to calm himself down enough to have dinner and help me get things ready around here, so that was good.
All-in-all, another fabulous day with my Kellen!
After we took Tatum to school, we picked up coffee (for me) and a donut (for Kellen), and headed to The Bounce, for their toddler time bounce (9 - 11AM, ages up to 5, I believe). I was meeting a group of moms there so that I could have some folks to chat with while Kellen went crazy on the bounce equipment...and crazy he went! I think he was sweaty within 20 minutes! We stayed until about 11:30, and I'm learning (it's amazing what you learn in 5 years...) to give him "count downs"...so as it was getting time for us to go, I had told him 10 more minutes, and showed him on my watch what time it was, and what time it would be when we needed to leave. Plus, it helped that we had already made plans for the entire day...plans that includes LOTS of other stuff that HE wanted to do...So anyway, when it was time to go (when the open jump was happening and the bigger kids were running amuck), I just walked over to him and told him "times up, let's go" - and he finished his turn in the one he was on, got his shoes on, and went to the door. I had to actually catch up with him!
We went home, got our picnic lunch ready, including lunch for the ducks (the heels of the bread and crusts from his sandwich) and headed off for the park that we hadn't had a chance to explore yet (and we've been in this house what now...a month and a half??). We walked there, which again, is something I just LOVE about this location!!!
As we "discovered" the pond (and really, I wouldn't have known it was there if someone hadn't told me...you just CANNOT see it - even if you're playing on the playground equipment!) the ducks automatically started to walk up to us. You can tell that they're used to being fed. Kellen was so cute...I gave him the bread and he started feeding them, but he wasn't throwing the bread very far because they were so close to him. Well, there was one duck, in particular, that was fairly aggressive, and started trying to take the bread out of Kellens hand. Initially, he thought this was pretty cool. That is, until the duck actually did it. Kellen looked at me with a surprised look on his face..."Mommy, that duck bit me!"
I just laughed (once I knew it didn't actually hurt him, of course)...and told him to make sure to throw the bread AWAY from him so the ducks wouldn't try to get it out of his hands and to not let them do that again. After he fed them all of their lunch, we sat down to eat ours and just watched them.Kellen decided to name them all as well. It was fairly easy with some of them with markings, but the solid white ones were a bit harder (except the one that bit him - his name was easy). So we have the following "duck friends", if you will, now:Meaniac (the duck that bit him...)
Brownie
Blackie
Crownie
Honey
Caramel
Beautiful (this was the somewhat "generic" name for the solid white ducks, and he kept changing which duck was being called Beautiful, although he'll never say that he actually did that...)
Greenie (a black duck whose feathers actually look green in the light...pretty cool!!)
There were some more that I can't remember, but I think you get the point...
We also got more of nature than we thought we would...we saw some squirrels up close and personal, too. Very personal. As in, I-guess-it's-mating-season-personal. I initially only saw one squirrel, so I of course, pointed it out to Kellen. He's the one that pointed the second squirrel out to me. Then pointed out that they were wrestling. Uh huh...They WERE wrestling, but that's not all, folks. Anyway, this is a G-rated blog, so that's all on that subject.
After we enjoyed the ducks for a L-O-N-G time, and talked about why they wouldn't be good pets (you can laugh now), we went to the playground area of the park and played for a while, then walked back to the house for a rest.
I did it. I gave in on the nap. I HAD to have one today! It's my vacation and I can nap if I want to, right? So I told Kellen to lay down for a short rest, and I did the same. I fell asleep and only later in the day did he tell me that he didn't. But he did stay in his room and rest, which is what I wanted and needed him to do.
Anyway...he went to his Little Dragon lesson after watching some cartoons (I decided against the pool after our "rest" time...we both needed to just chill out and hang) and once again did wonderfully! He even challenged the instructor! So they sparred...and Kellen ended up telling me after class that he couldn't beat the teacher, but that he was going to practice really hard so that one day he could beat him. He did really well, and sparred really well against the other student, too! I'm so proud of how he's doing in there with that instructor! It's like night and day with that instructor vs the one on the weekend...Goodness gracious! Kellen's attitude and bahavior are AMAZING when he's with Mr. B...
Then it was off to pick up his sis and back home for dinner, and on the way to do those things is when I learned that he didn't actually go to sleep during his "rest" time...as he was so very tired and fighting falling asleep (his normal pattern when he doesn't get a nap thus far). He did manage to stay awake, and had only a minor melt-down when we got home, but I talked him through it and he was able to calm himself down enough to have dinner and help me get things ready around here, so that was good.
All-in-all, another fabulous day with my Kellen!
The vacation continues...
So yesterday Kellen was a music maker...it rained on us, so although we didn't have a lot of plans set out for the day, we weren't able to do much. His daddy DID take him to go and get registered for kindergarten, which was something that actually NEEDED to get done, and afterwards he and I went to The Children's Museum of the Brazos Valley and P-L-A-Y-E-D!!! It was so fun!!
(It's not quite to the level of the Houston Children's Museum where he shot his video, but hey...what really will ever be able to match that experience, huh?)
They have a lot of different activity areas, and his favorites were the train tables, the rocket ship climbing area, and the music room. He played with all of the instruments, and even conducted his own band of one (me)....
He also liked the physical and medical area, and thought it was cool that they had a set-up that looked like the back of an ambulance with a part of a person on the back of a stretcher. He even used the walky-talky to "call" daddy for assistance. It was precious!
After we played there for a while, I decided it was in everyones best interest to forego the Little
Dragon lesson for the day. The lack-of-naps transition plus a 5:30 Little Dragons lesson simply would not have boded well yesterday. Honest.
But despite not having lots of things planned out, we still had a great day, which again...is the whole point!!
(It's not quite to the level of the Houston Children's Museum where he shot his video, but hey...what really will ever be able to match that experience, huh?)
They have a lot of different activity areas, and his favorites were the train tables, the rocket ship climbing area, and the music room. He played with all of the instruments, and even conducted his own band of one (me)....
He also liked the physical and medical area, and thought it was cool that they had a set-up that looked like the back of an ambulance with a part of a person on the back of a stretcher. He even used the walky-talky to "call" daddy for assistance. It was precious!
After we played there for a while, I decided it was in everyones best interest to forego the Little
Dragon lesson for the day. The lack-of-naps transition plus a 5:30 Little Dragons lesson simply would not have boded well yesterday. Honest.
But despite not having lots of things planned out, we still had a great day, which again...is the whole point!!
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