Ben's Birthday Food Requests

Breakfast -
Powdered donuts
strawberries
apple juice

Lunch -
P-nut butter and honey sandwich
BBQ potato chips
cookie
Rootbeer

Dinner -
Cheeseburger Happy Meal

Birthday Treat - (we're not big cake people)
Strawberry Pie

Treat for school -
Fruit Roll-ups

Easter Smiles!

How Do You Find A Word That Means Brianna?

I have been wanting to post about Brianna, but the thought of trying to capture Brianna in words is always daunting. As I was thinking about this, the scene from the Sound of Music with the nuns discussing Maria came to mind. The song they sing about Maria could have been written about our Brianna. I have bolded the lines in the song that are so 'Brianna'.



She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee (only, Brianna would have gotten the scrape by JUMPING OUT of the tree).
Her dress has got a tear
She waltzes on her way to Mass
And whistles on the stair (Brianna doesn't attend Mass, but she is full of a happiness that just spills out of her wherever she goes.)
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair (Even though she knows the rules, she'll do things her own way.)
I even heard her singing in the abbey

I'd like to say a word in her behalf
Maria makes me laugh

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!
Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

When I'm with her I'm confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
Unpredictable as weather
She's as flighty as a feather
She's a darling! She's a demon! She's a lamb!
She'd outpester any pest (Mostly Ben.)
Drive a hornet from its nest
She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl

She is gentle! She is wild!
She's a riddle! She's a child!
She's a headache! She's an angel!
She's a girl!

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!
Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

How Am I Supposed to Take That?

Last Sunday, Ben and I were lounging on the couch. He had his feet pointed toward me, so I started massaging them. Every time I stopped, he would get after me to keep going. He also kept pointing out areas that needed more attention.
I finally laughed and said, "What? Do you think I'm your personal massage therapist?"
Without missing a beat, he replied, "Well, you're the only one available."

Ben Is Growing in the Gospel

A while back, Ben was having some trouble at school. He had gotten into a bit of trouble for misbehaving. There are a lot of rowdy boys in his class, and it seems that he was just trying to fit in with them.

At about that same time, we read the story in the Book of Mormon about Lehi's vision of the Tree of Life. We talked about the different elements of his vision: the Tree, the rod of iron,the mists of darkness, the large and spacious building with the people laughing and mocking.

When we read the part about the people who had made it to the tree, but then, after partaking of the fruit, became ashamed because they were listening to the voices of those who were laughing and mocking, all of a sudden, Ben said, "that's like me." He realized that when he was misbehaving at school to try to fit in, he was like those people who were paying attention to the people in the large and spacious building. He knew that those people aren't on the path that leads to Eternal Life.

A few minutes later, he asked with some concern, "Mom, do you think I'm holding to the rod?" Ben is a good boy, who reads his scriptures, says his prayers, goes to church, tries to do what is right most of the time, and loves his Heavenly Father and Jesus. I told him that I was sure that he was, but that he might feel the mists of darkness all around him at times. I assured him that if he continued to hold to the rod and to move forward, that he would make it.

Ben has been doing great with his behavior at school since that time.

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Ben wanted to teach Family Home Evening this week. He chose a story from our New Testament Reader as the basis for his lesson. The story was about Jesus teaching his disciples about prayer.

After the song and prayer, Ben read the story to us. As part of the story, it talked about how Jesus taught that we should not use the same words over and over, but that we should think about what we're saying. When he was finished reading, he shared that he had forgotten about that, and had sometimes (I'll insert here, that it has been OFTEN) used the same words over and over again. He asked if we had ever had that problem. Then he reread the part in the story that taught about really thinking about what we are saying when we pray, to reiterate the importance.

After we had discussed the many points that his lesson brought out, he led us in an activity where we would demonstrate either the right way to pray (head bowed, arms folded, eyes closed) or the wrong way to pray, and the others would have to say if it was right or wrong. It was a wonderful lesson.

Neither James nor I helped him to prepare this lesson AT ALL. We were so impressed. Since giving this lesson on Monday, Ben's prayers have been much less repetitive, and it is apparent that he is thinking about what he is saying. He is a special kid, and I am privileged to be his mom.

Finally, ... Success!!

I've been trying to come up with a song for Ben that would meet his approval. I've finally done it! To the tune of "Are you sleeping, Brother John?", I bring you Ben's song:


Benjamin, Benjamin,
I love you!
It is true.
You are very good, and
You are very smart, and
I love you!
It is true!

Childhood Traumas

Poor Brianna had a rough day. First of all, she and Ben and a friend were playing on the swingset in the backyard. I was keeping an eye on them through the kitchen window while I worked on dinner. I heard a little screech, and quickly glanced out. What I saw made my heart skip, and I ran at full speed outside. Brianna's pigtail had gotten caught in the chain of the swing. However, before I could reach her to rescue her, she had torn free, leaving behind a significant bunch of precious hair. OUCH!!!!
As I was trying to comfort her, she said, "I heed a binkie. I a baby." We've been telling her lately that she's a big girl, and binkies are for babies. She got her binkie. (She says 'heed' for 'need', so cute.)


Then, tonight, after the RS Birthday party, Brianna was given a helium balloon. She was incredibly anxious about her balloon as we left the Church, and wanted me to hold it for her. I did so, but had to continually assure her that I had a good hold of it and that it wasn't going anywhere. The poor girl was nearly sobbing.
She was fine holding her balloon on the ride home, but then when we got into the house, she did begin to sob. I tried and tried to get her to tell me, in a coherent fashion, what was upsetting her. Finally, I understood "Rock-scissors the string." She calls scissors 'rock-scissors' from the game "paper/rock/scissors". So I realized that she wanted me to cut the string. I had her show me where to cut the string, so as not to risk further upsetting her. She had me leave about four inches of string. When I handed it back to her, she again began to sob, and told me to "Rock-scissors more." So, I cut off all of the string.
When I handed the balloon back to her, she seemed satisfied, and tried to set the balloon on the floor. When it immediately started to float, she began to freak out. Finally, I realized that she thought the string is what makes the balloon float, and that a floating balloon for some reason was really freaking her out.
I wasn't able to get her to calm down, until I placed the balloon under an empty laundry basket. Even then, she stood back cautiously watching it, and asking, "Not going up?"





So, please, when Brianna's birthday rolls around, DON'T SEND BALLOONS!

Reality Check

As we rushed out the door to the bus stop this morning, I had a horrible realization. I said to Ben, "Oh my gosh! I haven't even brushed my hair yet. How bad is it?"

Ben replied, matter-of-factly, "Bad."

Privacy

Last Saturday, during a Star Wars party I had for Ben and a couple of his little friends, Brianna went into the bathroom for an extended period of time. Brianna is not yet potty-trained, therefore, this is usually not a good sign. So, I went to check on her. I found her sitting underneath the sink.

She said, "No, Mommy! Need pri-cy"

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Speaking of privacy, I promised you a while back to tell you about our strange robin that lives in our tree.

One morning, I opened the shade in Ben's room, and saw that the trees in our front yard were full of birds. I quickly called Brianna to come and see the birds. As we sat there and watched, we witnessed our robin driving off all of the other birds. He/she would fly directly at them, and when they would fly off of the branch -- to save their skins (and feathers) -- our bird would land right where they had been. He/she systematically cleared all the other birds from our trees in this manner. When he was all alone, he returned to his favorite tree. I sat there, watching him and thinking, "You are a strange little bird." and, "Are robins territorial??" After just a moment all alone in his tree, he POOPED and immediately flew off.

I figure he also just needed some "pri-cy".

"I So Safe"

A few weeks ago, I heard Brianna calling out to me, "I so safe, Mommy. I so safe." I followed her voice to the stairs, where I found her -- not so safely -- coming down on her tummy, head first.

Brianna has been out of gymnastics for the last eight weeks. It gave her time to get her tonsils out, and to fully recover. For the most part it was good to have the break. However, this eight week period also coincided with this new phrase that Brianna has adopted whenever doing something that puts her in harm's way: "I so safe."
Here are some examples. Of course, they are in public:

Who needs gymnastics, when Home Depot provides uneven bars? And, they conveniently move around the store with you!!

Toward the end of our Home Depot shopping trip, I heard the LONGEST announcement I have ever heard over the PA system. It detailed how parents are responsible for their children's safety, and how the carts are not for playing on. I just kept nodding, and saying out loud, "I know, we'll cover the hospital visit."

Brianna is signed up for gymnastics again. Maybe if she has a safe outlet for her climbing, and swinging, and jumping she'll stop giving everybody heart attacks?