Thursday, April 26, 2012
trying video again...
Random pictures
So I either post successively, or wait for long periods of time between. Blogging consistently is not my strong point...obviously.
I have some random pictures and a random comment from M (the two-year-old going on 20). Yesterday, out of the blue, he asked me, "Where is Juan Peron?" Me: "Uh, Juan Peron, as in the Argentinian dictator?" M: "Yeah, where he is? He's on the movie?" Me: "Yeah, you remember seeing him? Well, he's dead now, he lived a long time ago." M: "What about the lady?" Me: "You mean his wife, Eva Peron?" M: "Yeah, how she die?" Me: "She had stomach cancer and died." M: "Oh. Can I have more milk?" Okay, so in history I read about Juan Peron and showed the sibs a few clips from "Evita." I didn't even remember that M was in the room, nor did I ever think he'd remember Juan Peron's name. Beware what you say around here!!!!
Here's some logic from the male WT:
M: Mom, I want some grasshopper pie. Please have it?
Mom: Well, you said you were too full to finish your dinner. How can you eat grasshopper pie if you're too full?
M: (Thinking, contemplating...) Grasshopper pie will make me happy.
Yeah, you guessed it. The kids got grasshopper pie. You gonna argue with logic like that???
So here's some assorted pictures...
Sisterly love
One of them spilled water and so they are using the age old, highly efficient technique of kleenex on wet carpet.
Cute and charming, huh? Looks like a cozy little sleepover, huh?
This is what they were hiding. They were decorating with stairs with torn leaf "confetti"
Get out the granola...here are my tree huggers....
Ready for battle!
When they're not fighting fierce dragons (or their older brothers), they like a friendly game of football, complete with helmets and...
fancy footwear
Recreating a scene from "Chopped," a cooking competition on the Food Network. They are waiting for the judges' decision. Notice the attention to detail on their presentation.
This is what they do to babysitters around here. We don't go out much...ransom is getting too costly.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
How did I get here?
I finally remembered today that I have a blog and that I like to post things on it. I also remembered that people have asked for pictures, so those will follow. First you have to put up with my ramblings, or skip all that and get to the good part of the post.
So if you're still with me here and have not skipped to the pictures, I wanted to talk "briefly" (because there are pictures waiting) about some observations I have made lately. The sad thing here is that I don't even remember what got me thinking about what my life was like PC (pre-children) and how I got to where I am today (okay, no you don't have to explain to me how it is that I had children. I kind of got that part down.). It's just that my PC life was so markedly different from my IM (insane mother) life. Just look at the differences in the following categories:
Then - I got clothes from Nordstrom, nice clothes.
Now - Today I wore a full glass of ice water that the male WT tried to hand me, but succeeded in spilling the entire contents down the front of me. It was really cold.
Music:
Then - I love musicals (Wicked, Les Miz, Phantom, etc.) and movie soundtracks (ever listen to YoYo Ma's work in "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon"?)
Now - I found myself singing these profoundly moving lyrics " If you like to talk to tomatoes,
If a squash can make you smile, If you like to waltz with potatoes, Up and down the produce aisle..."
Although I must say that the WTs (and the sibs) love "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" M asked for it today by saying, "We haven't listened to ' Joseph and the raincoat' in a while."
Pasttimes:
Then - I liked to sew, scrapbook, read, do crafts, etc.
Now - laundry (Okay, I do read still, but if it's a really good book, it's not allowed to come out of the bathroom. Otherwise, my children would not eat, school would not get done, etc. Bathroom breaks might be a little longer...sorry, too much info there. I do recommend "John Adams" by David McCullough...excellent book.)
Conversation:
Then - When I was attending Grace School of Theology, I might have a discussion with someone about infralapsarianism, supralapsarianism, and sublapsarianism.
Now - I'm having a discussion with K about how she should put the horse "Shadow" in the corner if it continues to say "stinky." (Just a little background here...K has been using the word "stinky" a lot as an insult and has been told to stop saying it. She is now blaming Shadow for saying it so she still gets to say it.). By the way, M got into the conversation by saying, "I would give Shadow grace, but he will say it again, so I will put him in the corner. He will come out and say it again, so I will discipline him."
Completing tasks:
Then - I could complete tasks uninterrupted before midnight.
Now - I was trying to sweep the floor today when I was interrupted by K, the "dancing queen." I had just asked her two minutes before she went outside if she had to go to the bathroom. "No," she says. Flashforward two minutes later, and there she is at the backdoor doing the potty dance.
Number of children :
Then - Two
Now - Hmmmmm, good question.....
Okay, so that wasn't so brief. Yes, my life is very different now than it was. Would I change it? Well, yes, maybe just for an hour or so if I could. Come on, this is an honest blog, not a Hallmark card! Do I love my life? Yes. Now here are the pictures:
Headware pictures
She's really using her brain...
Parlez-vous francais?
The following are shots from the Lone Photographer who got caught this time
The guilty party
Incriminating himself (it is a video)
Some artsy shots
Apparently he had an accomplice. I do need to point out that this shot and the one above it were taken when the two of them were underneath the couch cover.
Future occupations
This is M's garbage collector outfit
These are pictures of D being a very good older brother and allowing himself to be "decorated" by the WTs
Sorry D, this could reappear on your wedding day....
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
The law of natural (and painful) consequences
I am so mean. I am a really mean mom. Don't tell Gabriel I told on him, but this is so very blog worthy I can't resist.
We finally got new computers, so we are now able to Skype (with video) the father at work. The novelty of it was getting the best of the kids, including the biggest kid who insisted on making faces and showing us the inside of his mouth and a close up of his eye (much to the delight of his children).
While the WTs were captivated by the size of Dad's molars and pupils, Gabriel slipped out of the room to rehearse a little scene he planned to perform for the camera. We first became aware of this intended bit of theatrics when Gabriel came into the room hopping up and down with an ice pack on his mouth. He took the pack off long enough to inform us that he had been pretending to drink a bottle of hot sauce, but now his lips were burning and could we please help because he can't get them to stop burning. Now, like all good parents would react in a situation like this, we burst out laughing. The father, for his part, was reduced to tears. Gabriel was not amused and seemed to become quite a bit more agitated by our laughter. I told him to drink some milk.
I left the room and let the rest of the kids talk to Dad, who by this time had composed himself long enough to do some research online while on Skype. Gabriel was dancing around the house with his mouth in a glass of milk, a good portion of it having spilled down the front of his pjs. We didn't realize it at the time, but we read later that the milk should have some fat in it (we drink nonfat) to help cut the heat. Consequently, the milk was not helping and Gabriel said his lips were on fire.
I tried an old remedy of my mom's, a baking soda paste. I plastered that on Mr. Hot Lips, whose lips really were quite red. I heard James call out from the other room that yogurt might help. With a bit of hesitation, I spooned out some nice expensive Greek yogurt for the Spice Boy. I left him by the bathroom sink while I attended to the WTs, who were playing with every thing around the computer they could lay their hands on while Mom was out of the room and dad was in another city.
When I checked back in with Gabriel, he looked like Santa Claus, with yogurt all over his mouth and chin. I could not resist a little bit of Kris Kringle humor (like I said, I am a mean mom), but it did make him laugh. Finally, it seemed that the burning was subsiding, and we could get the full story out of him.
Apparently he had spied a wooden box of four hot sauces his dad had received as a gift. His plan was to take one of the bottles, pretend to drink it, and act like his mouth was burning. The bottles have been around a little while, so we are guessing that even though the bottles have never been opened, some of the sauce must have leaked out. All Gabriel did was put his mouth on the unopened bottle and gave a more convincing performance than he intended.
I should mention that this was not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill Tabasco. This was "Dave's Ultimate Insanity Hot Sauce," with the slogan, "The Hottest Sauce in the Universe."
When I put Micah to bed later, he asked, "What happened to Bobby?" (for those of you who don't know, Bob is Gabriel's nickname). We had had a conversation earlier in the day about not putting things in your mouth (like, oh let's say, paper, which had been in Micah's mouth). I decided to capitalize on the opportunity by saying, "Gabriel did something foolish and put something in his mouth he shouldn't have." Micah: "Oh, did he have to sit in the corner?" Mom: "No, his consequences were much worse." Yes, sometimes a natural consequence is the best teacher. Lesson learned.
We finally got new computers, so we are now able to Skype (with video) the father at work. The novelty of it was getting the best of the kids, including the biggest kid who insisted on making faces and showing us the inside of his mouth and a close up of his eye (much to the delight of his children).
While the WTs were captivated by the size of Dad's molars and pupils, Gabriel slipped out of the room to rehearse a little scene he planned to perform for the camera. We first became aware of this intended bit of theatrics when Gabriel came into the room hopping up and down with an ice pack on his mouth. He took the pack off long enough to inform us that he had been pretending to drink a bottle of hot sauce, but now his lips were burning and could we please help because he can't get them to stop burning. Now, like all good parents would react in a situation like this, we burst out laughing. The father, for his part, was reduced to tears. Gabriel was not amused and seemed to become quite a bit more agitated by our laughter. I told him to drink some milk.
I left the room and let the rest of the kids talk to Dad, who by this time had composed himself long enough to do some research online while on Skype. Gabriel was dancing around the house with his mouth in a glass of milk, a good portion of it having spilled down the front of his pjs. We didn't realize it at the time, but we read later that the milk should have some fat in it (we drink nonfat) to help cut the heat. Consequently, the milk was not helping and Gabriel said his lips were on fire.
I tried an old remedy of my mom's, a baking soda paste. I plastered that on Mr. Hot Lips, whose lips really were quite red. I heard James call out from the other room that yogurt might help. With a bit of hesitation, I spooned out some nice expensive Greek yogurt for the Spice Boy. I left him by the bathroom sink while I attended to the WTs, who were playing with every thing around the computer they could lay their hands on while Mom was out of the room and dad was in another city.
When I checked back in with Gabriel, he looked like Santa Claus, with yogurt all over his mouth and chin. I could not resist a little bit of Kris Kringle humor (like I said, I am a mean mom), but it did make him laugh. Finally, it seemed that the burning was subsiding, and we could get the full story out of him.
Apparently he had spied a wooden box of four hot sauces his dad had received as a gift. His plan was to take one of the bottles, pretend to drink it, and act like his mouth was burning. The bottles have been around a little while, so we are guessing that even though the bottles have never been opened, some of the sauce must have leaked out. All Gabriel did was put his mouth on the unopened bottle and gave a more convincing performance than he intended.
I should mention that this was not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill Tabasco. This was "Dave's Ultimate Insanity Hot Sauce," with the slogan, "The Hottest Sauce in the Universe."
When I put Micah to bed later, he asked, "What happened to Bobby?" (for those of you who don't know, Bob is Gabriel's nickname). We had had a conversation earlier in the day about not putting things in your mouth (like, oh let's say, paper, which had been in Micah's mouth). I decided to capitalize on the opportunity by saying, "Gabriel did something foolish and put something in his mouth he shouldn't have." Micah: "Oh, did he have to sit in the corner?" Mom: "No, his consequences were much worse." Yes, sometimes a natural consequence is the best teacher. Lesson learned.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
A real update and consider us crazy...
Yikes, has it been since the beginning of February since I ratted on my kids? Much has happened since that time that has kept us busy...I mean busier than normal...I mean, that is, OUR normal...which isn't very normal at all, is it?
For starters, we received our "Letter of Acceptance" (our first formal document from China) for our son. We still have a number of hoops to jump through (mostly with immigration), but we are hoping for a travel date in May(ish). But this is us, so anything can happen and usually does.
So, you may ask, is a family of eight enough for us? The answer is a resounding "no!" There is a long backstory to this, but here are the highlights: We see a girl who needs to be a part our family. We find out China allows for concurrent adoptions. We ask our agency about it. They say no can do, against policy. I say policy is meant to be changed. I appeal a change. Agency bigwigs have meetings. Agency bigwigs allow crazy family to start another adoption. This adoption must start from the very beginning (which includes submitting an application). This means two sets of paperwork for this adoption, and remaining paperwork for our son's adoption. We are told we are taking a big risk as the girl is not yet adoptable. We say no guts, no glory. Our goal is to have all paperwork done by mid-April. We are doing in three months what it took us nine months to do last time...when we only had three kids...before wonder twins...when we were still somewhat sane.
Speaking of the wonder twins, what would a post be without a WT tale or two? Lately they have been resurrecting old plays from the WT playbook. Mama no like. Only now they think they can rationalize their way out of trouble. For instance, they used to dump out all the puzzles so we had mixed puzzle pieces all over the floor. We took the puzzles away for a while until they showed interest in actually using the puzzle for what it's designed. I caught them the other day gleefully dumping puzzles out again. When I ask them about what they were doing I get this, "But Mom, we're going to play with them. We're going to use them with our dump trucks. See?" (sure enough, their dump trucks are loaded with puzzle pieces. Really???) Now those stinkers have me negotiating, "Oh, well, uh, don't dump anymore out, okay?" I didn't, however, hear even an attempt at an excuse for spreading ashes all over the carpet. I thought for sure I'd hear something abut pixie dust and trying to fly.
Micah's latest thing is to say that you are his best friend. It sounds so wonderfully charming, and is usually followed by a hug and kiss. You can get feeling pretty good until you hear this..."Mom, I love the tree outside. It's my best friend. I am going to hug and kiss it. It's so sweet." Our son, the tree hugger.
Hopefully next time we will have more pictures. We're using an old dinosaur of a computer right now that will not perform such a task.
Happy day to you all!
For starters, we received our "Letter of Acceptance" (our first formal document from China) for our son. We still have a number of hoops to jump through (mostly with immigration), but we are hoping for a travel date in May(ish). But this is us, so anything can happen and usually does.
So, you may ask, is a family of eight enough for us? The answer is a resounding "no!" There is a long backstory to this, but here are the highlights: We see a girl who needs to be a part our family. We find out China allows for concurrent adoptions. We ask our agency about it. They say no can do, against policy. I say policy is meant to be changed. I appeal a change. Agency bigwigs have meetings. Agency bigwigs allow crazy family to start another adoption. This adoption must start from the very beginning (which includes submitting an application). This means two sets of paperwork for this adoption, and remaining paperwork for our son's adoption. We are told we are taking a big risk as the girl is not yet adoptable. We say no guts, no glory. Our goal is to have all paperwork done by mid-April. We are doing in three months what it took us nine months to do last time...when we only had three kids...before wonder twins...when we were still somewhat sane.
Speaking of the wonder twins, what would a post be without a WT tale or two? Lately they have been resurrecting old plays from the WT playbook. Mama no like. Only now they think they can rationalize their way out of trouble. For instance, they used to dump out all the puzzles so we had mixed puzzle pieces all over the floor. We took the puzzles away for a while until they showed interest in actually using the puzzle for what it's designed. I caught them the other day gleefully dumping puzzles out again. When I ask them about what they were doing I get this, "But Mom, we're going to play with them. We're going to use them with our dump trucks. See?" (sure enough, their dump trucks are loaded with puzzle pieces. Really???) Now those stinkers have me negotiating, "Oh, well, uh, don't dump anymore out, okay?" I didn't, however, hear even an attempt at an excuse for spreading ashes all over the carpet. I thought for sure I'd hear something abut pixie dust and trying to fly.
Micah's latest thing is to say that you are his best friend. It sounds so wonderfully charming, and is usually followed by a hug and kiss. You can get feeling pretty good until you hear this..."Mom, I love the tree outside. It's my best friend. I am going to hug and kiss it. It's so sweet." Our son, the tree hugger.
Hopefully next time we will have more pictures. We're using an old dinosaur of a computer right now that will not perform such a task.
Happy day to you all!
Friday, February 3, 2012
Amendment to the last post and posing questions to the kids
My husband wanted to make sure that I add to my last post regarding the kids and their fondness for the "econ" rap. It seems that second son has internalized some of the concepts from that rap. In history we were discussing the rise of communism, to which the 10-year-old asked, "So it's like top down, like what Hayek was saying?" Uh, yeah, that's exactly it...scary!
I guess I shouldn't be surprised he would have picked up on that. This is the kid that always says funny and rather sophisticated things. Here is a sampling:
(in putting a hat on the female WT) "You look smashing!"
(telling a story about eating raw garlic) "My tongue was writhing in pain for about 10 minutes!"
(talking about "The Wiggles" a kid's video series, which has grown men doing silly things) "The Wiggles should be rated PG-13 for scary images!"
(this was a conversation between the two oldest):
G: I'm not going to waste my time by being so luxurious.
D: Do you know what that means?
G: Yeah, like lazy.
Here he is with his Cookie Monster mug which gets used everyday for his tea. He is a Hobbit at heart. He told me today that "I have consumed at least 40 cups of tea over the course of my lifetime. Well, actually probably more."
At the beginning of the year I asked the kids some questions and here are their answers:
"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"D: New Zealand, to see where they filmed "The Lord of the Rings" (that's my boy)
G: Japan, to see the ancient Ninja swords.
C: China, to visit L.B. and the Great Wall
K: New Jersey, Dad go fire station work
M: Up a hill, on a street, up a hill and go "Kung Fu Fighting", it's a movie music
"What is your favorite word?"
D: nominaultramicroscopicvolcaniconiosis (where you inhale volcanic dust)
G: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ (This is said as a word, which they learned from our friend Zack while on a ski trip. When they got back from the trip, they mercilessly bombarded their mother with it)
C: chocolate (said in an oh so dreamy way...she is her mother's daughter)
K: California
M: Veggie Tales and liters and boppers (this was before he became obsessed with "belly bellies")
"If you could meet anyone who would it be?"
D: Legolas from "The Lord of the Rings"
G: Greg Farshety, the creator of "Bionicles"
C: Lucy in "The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe"
K: Meet go Cars
M: Lightning the Queen (also known as Lightning McQueen from "Cars")
"What is your favorite way to pass the time?"
D: Going to the Jr. High group
G: Playing "medieval" outside
C: Watching cooking challenges on t.v.
K: California (M: No, Micah was born in California!)
M: Just go for ride, go fast
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
D: "Gang police"
G: Designer of robots, weapons, and Legos
C: Piano teacher and cook and chef
K: Climb up a ladder
M: Go up in a tree
"What is your favorite place?"
D: Church
G: Disneyland
C: Home
K: Go in the car (M: The car in the backyard? It's blue.)
M: Up in a tree, in the backyard
"What is your favorite holiday?"
D: Christmas, and my birthday is five days after
C: July 4th
G: (didn't choose one because he got sidetracked with this smart remark after his sister answered the question) You can't hit girls except on Independence Day
K: (no answer)
M: Bachan and Jichan (my parents)
"What is your favorite thing to play with?"
D: HALO Megablocks Spartans
G: My 17 Bionicles
C: My pillow pet
K: toys
M: dirt (a truer word was never spoken)
"What was the best thing about last year?"
D: Going to Jr. High group and the family reunion trip
G: All the times I had fun, or, can I say "classified?" (I want to know what he did for fun that is considered classified information!)
C: The family reunion and going to the Kelley's (M: Hopey was there, I play with her.)
K: Animals, go bed, sun come up, I woke up, I go down the hill
M: Do bubbles in the nursery, I was being quiet, Daddy didn't see it, people didn't see me (He is referring to the time he snuck a bottle of bubbles out of the nursery at church, went into another classroom and emptied the contents of the bottle on the carpet. It took Dad, who was on twin duty, a while to get that cleaned. And it was clean indeed afterward!)
I guess I shouldn't be surprised he would have picked up on that. This is the kid that always says funny and rather sophisticated things. Here is a sampling:
(in putting a hat on the female WT) "You look smashing!"
(telling a story about eating raw garlic) "My tongue was writhing in pain for about 10 minutes!"
(talking about "The Wiggles" a kid's video series, which has grown men doing silly things) "The Wiggles should be rated PG-13 for scary images!"
(this was a conversation between the two oldest):
G: I'm not going to waste my time by being so luxurious.
D: Do you know what that means?
G: Yeah, like lazy.
At the beginning of the year I asked the kids some questions and here are their answers:
"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"D: New Zealand, to see where they filmed "The Lord of the Rings" (that's my boy)
G: Japan, to see the ancient Ninja swords.
C: China, to visit L.B. and the Great Wall
K: New Jersey, Dad go fire station work
M: Up a hill, on a street, up a hill and go "Kung Fu Fighting", it's a movie music
"What is your favorite word?"
D: nominaultramicroscopicvolcaniconiosis (where you inhale volcanic dust)
G: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ (This is said as a word, which they learned from our friend Zack while on a ski trip. When they got back from the trip, they mercilessly bombarded their mother with it)
C: chocolate (said in an oh so dreamy way...she is her mother's daughter)
K: California
M: Veggie Tales and liters and boppers (this was before he became obsessed with "belly bellies")
"If you could meet anyone who would it be?"
D: Legolas from "The Lord of the Rings"
G: Greg Farshety, the creator of "Bionicles"
C: Lucy in "The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe"
K: Meet go Cars
M: Lightning the Queen (also known as Lightning McQueen from "Cars")
"What is your favorite way to pass the time?"
D: Going to the Jr. High group
G: Playing "medieval" outside
C: Watching cooking challenges on t.v.
K: California (M: No, Micah was born in California!)
M: Just go for ride, go fast
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
D: "Gang police"
G: Designer of robots, weapons, and Legos
C: Piano teacher and cook and chef
K: Climb up a ladder
M: Go up in a tree
"What is your favorite place?"
D: Church
G: Disneyland
C: Home
K: Go in the car (M: The car in the backyard? It's blue.)
M: Up in a tree, in the backyard
"What is your favorite holiday?"
D: Christmas, and my birthday is five days after
C: July 4th
G: (didn't choose one because he got sidetracked with this smart remark after his sister answered the question) You can't hit girls except on Independence Day
K: (no answer)
M: Bachan and Jichan (my parents)
"What is your favorite thing to play with?"
D: HALO Megablocks Spartans
G: My 17 Bionicles
C: My pillow pet
K: toys
M: dirt (a truer word was never spoken)
"What was the best thing about last year?"
D: Going to Jr. High group and the family reunion trip
G: All the times I had fun, or, can I say "classified?" (I want to know what he did for fun that is considered classified information!)
C: The family reunion and going to the Kelley's (M: Hopey was there, I play with her.)
K: Animals, go bed, sun come up, I woke up, I go down the hill
M: Do bubbles in the nursery, I was being quiet, Daddy didn't see it, people didn't see me (He is referring to the time he snuck a bottle of bubbles out of the nursery at church, went into another classroom and emptied the contents of the bottle on the carpet. It took Dad, who was on twin duty, a while to get that cleaned. And it was clean indeed afterward!)
Friday, January 27, 2012
The battle in my brain and other assorted happenings
There is a constant battle going on in my brain. It's a battle over domination. You see, the kids are in two distinct camps as to their listening preferences. My older children, heavily influenced by their father, have been listening to and repeating (ad nauseum) a rap about two economists. Yes you read that correctly. It's called "Fight of the Century" and it's about the dueling views of economists Keynes and Hayek. No gangsta rap here, this one's about global economists. Oh I know I should be thrilled about my children's cerebral choice, but when you have four people singing the refrain over and over and over...well, too much of a good thing is no longer good.
In the other corner we have the WT's favorite CD. It contains top hits such as "Bananas in Pajamas," "Hokey Pokey" (which Micah calls the "Funky Monkey"), and...wait for it...the timeless wedding favorite..."The Chicken Dance." Kara calls the CD "I'm a little teatot." By the way, what is up with "Gooy Goosy Gander?" Part of the song involves an old man not saying his prayers so someone throws him down the stairs and his back goes crack. Wow, that's the stuff of nightmares.
So at any given moment while I'm working away in the kitchen or cleaning (which is pretty much every minute of the day, except now), I either have "more bottom up or top down" going through my head or (and I defy any of you to hear this and not have it infiltrate your brain to your extreme detriment) "Wiggerly Woo." This is hardcore warfare. Not even YoYo Ma seems to help, it's that bad people.
I know no one wants to hear me blab without pictures, so here we go:
This is my poor oldest son who has found a new way to contend with his frequent bloody noses.
Before I show the next set of pictures, let me just say that I used to think that putting your children on "leashes" was horrible. I said I would never do that to my kids. (I said a lot of things before the WTs, like "I am a sane and competent woman"). Then the WTs materialized and I invested in "harnesses." Truth be told I really only used them once when I took the WTs to visit our friend Mike in the hospital. I will say they did come in handy. Since then, the only use they get is from the WTs playing with them (perhaps snubbing their noses at my attempt to restrain them). So anyway, here is a game they enjoy playing with the harnesses.
Here's the front view. You can see cute little paws from Micah's monkey and Kara's puppy.
What they'll do is they'll hook the end of the "leash" (or should we say implement of guidance? Sounds so much more PC) to a doorknob and then try to get away.
Great little game. We all enjoy it. Self-restraint is a good thing.
Happy weekend, all! (And another shout out to my Norwegian readers!)
In the other corner we have the WT's favorite CD. It contains top hits such as "Bananas in Pajamas," "Hokey Pokey" (which Micah calls the "Funky Monkey"), and...wait for it...the timeless wedding favorite..."The Chicken Dance." Kara calls the CD "I'm a little teatot." By the way, what is up with "Gooy Goosy Gander?" Part of the song involves an old man not saying his prayers so someone throws him down the stairs and his back goes crack. Wow, that's the stuff of nightmares.
So at any given moment while I'm working away in the kitchen or cleaning (which is pretty much every minute of the day, except now), I either have "more bottom up or top down" going through my head or (and I defy any of you to hear this and not have it infiltrate your brain to your extreme detriment) "Wiggerly Woo." This is hardcore warfare. Not even YoYo Ma seems to help, it's that bad people.
I know no one wants to hear me blab without pictures, so here we go:
The twins decided to have their own church service complete with preaching,
(Hmm, what do you think the title of that sermon should be? "I am the chief of sinners?" )
singing, (those are hymnals that they have before them),
and of course prayer (hopefully there's a lot of repentance mixed in).
If you ask Micah to recite Ephesians 6:1 to you, he'll say "Children obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right." Now at first glance that seems to be impressive that this 2-year-old can recite Bible verses. Just keep in mind that that verse gets quoted to him every time we have a "talk" and he has to get "corrected." So you connect the dots, why does he know that particular verse so well?????
Before I show the next set of pictures, let me just say that I used to think that putting your children on "leashes" was horrible. I said I would never do that to my kids. (I said a lot of things before the WTs, like "I am a sane and competent woman"). Then the WTs materialized and I invested in "harnesses." Truth be told I really only used them once when I took the WTs to visit our friend Mike in the hospital. I will say they did come in handy. Since then, the only use they get is from the WTs playing with them (perhaps snubbing their noses at my attempt to restrain them). So anyway, here is a game they enjoy playing with the harnesses.
Happy weekend, all! (And another shout out to my Norwegian readers!)
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