Ben says with a sigh, "Sometimes I wish Adam and Eve had never eaten that fruit."
Sunday, October 25, 2009
In the middle of one of Brianna's crying fits:
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Seasonal Sillies for the Younger Crowd
What is the one room in the house that ghosts avoid?
The living room!
Why don't cannibals eat missionaries?
Because you can't keep a good man down.
What does the rooster's ghost say each morning?
Cock-a-doodle-BOO!
Why don't bats live alone?
They like to hang around with their friends
What kind of music do mummies like?
"Wrap" music.
What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman?
Frostbite
Why do vampires need mouthwash?
They have bat breath.
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
A Perfect Day, ... and Gorgeous!
After soccer games, family pictures, going out to eat, watching a movie, and riding bikes, I said to Brianna, "Brianna, you have just been delightful today!" She gave a modest little laugh and then said, "Ya, and gorgeous!"
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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Possibly My Best Idea Ever
Yesterday I took control of a situation that has been really bothering me for quite some time. Getting my home clean and keeping it that way has been virtually impossible. I have two wonderful, bright, and VERY creative children. An important part of creativity and imagination, as I have learned, is to make the absolute biggest mess you can by getting out EVERY TOY, CRAYON, MARKER, SCRAP OF PAPER, AND BOOK in the whole house. It is usually best to do this at a VERY rapid pace if you happen to notice that mom is trying to clean.
The idea came to me a couple of days ago after I spent an entire HOUR after the kids were in bed just putting things away. I'm not talking about vacuuming, dusting, or wiping things down; no, simply picking things up, and putting them in their homes. Though I had the idea a few days ago, I had to work up the courage to carry it out, as I was unsure how the kids would take it.
I decided that we would have a Toy Library. Only a select few toys were left, and the rest went to the attic. Actually, that's a slight exaggeration, as I filled my car trunk with things for the Goodwill, but let's just keep that between you and me. I worked on this project for hours yesterday. The kids were home the whole time, but didn't even take notice. Then, when I was done, they started noticing things.
"Where are the toys, Mom?"
"All the toys are upstairs in the playroom."
"But, Mom, where are my army guys?"
"Well, they are in the attic in our new Toy Library."
"But, Mom, I want to play with them."
"Well, I left lots of toys for you to play with, if you don't like what I left, you can "return" them to the Library, and "check out" new toys."
How did it go, you ask? VERY WELL. Ben immediately jumped on board, gathering toys that he'd rather "return" and even coming up with three of his own donations for the Goodwill! Then, we took his "returns" up to the attic, and he "checked out" his army guys and some HotWheels.
I also let them know that any toys left out when they go to bed will be returned to the library. I had to pick up NO TOYS last night!! I even took a few minutes to read a book to myself in my orderly living room!
I hope it lasts, but I am encouraged that I met with absolutely no resistance from the kids.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Some more details and a status update
I recently wrote an e-mail to some friends, explaining what was going on with Ben. It gives a little more detail, and explains where we're at now, so I thought I'd put it here as my update.
Ben was actually doing fine in school, except that he wasn't being challenged. I had had a few things surface last year that made me wonder if that would be the right place for him to stay. Eventually, I had decided to just volunteer a lot, and get a more accurate and complete picture of the situation before I made up my mind.
At the back to school night, his principal's behavior and the way she treated the PTA president left me less than impressed. In fact, I felt that she would not advocate for her teachers, volunteers, or students. All she seemed worried about was how everything would make her look; and, to be honest, that attitude made her look stupid and juvenile.
Still, I wasn't thinking about moving Ben this year. But, I thought, it might be wise to switch schools next year. We had heard A LOT of good things about a charter school here in town. And, one of the things I had heard was that there was a waiting list. So, I called to get Ben on the waiting list for next year. When I did, they informed me that they had one Second Grade spot available now.
James and I discussed it, and we decided to at least get the paper work started while we made up our minds. James went to the temple and felt that it would be good to switch Ben. I went to the temple, and felt like my answer was to follow the counsel of my hubby.
So, we switched Ben. OH MY GOODNESS IT WAS ROUGH! Tears and emotional turmoil dominated our home for the first week and a half or so. I felt awful. Ben didn't ask for this change, and now he was miserable. It is a very demanding school. They switch classes like in Middle School, and that was very disconcerting to Ben.
We prayed about things again, of course, and counseled with our parents, and other parents of kids at the charter school, and with his home room teacher. In the end, we feel like we should try to stick it out. Thankfully, Ben has had a much better experience so far this week. I hope he continues to improve and learns to enjoy it. I certainly couldn't handle more of what we had at first.
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Friday, October 2, 2009
An Update and stories
Thank you all so much for your concern and comments. It was helpful. We are still trying to figure out what is best for Ben. He had a better day yesterday, and today James and I are meeting with his teacher and an administrator to consult with one another about Ben.
I will try to give updates as we make decisions.
*******
On the Brianna front: she is just so dang cute! I can't look at her without thinking of how beautiful she is. She is beautiful on the inside too!
A few days ago, James and the kids were headed to the backyard to jump on the trampoline. Ben was already out there, and Brianna was trying to hurry James along. He finally said, "Hold your horses, Brianna." She very seriously, and with a slightly confused tone replied, "I not have horses." Then, James went in another room to get something, and Brianna headed outside. I overheard Ben ask her where Daddy was. She said, "Oh, he's wooking for some horses."
She is the most genuinely helpful 3 year old I've ever known. She is always trying to help me around the house, and sometimes she truly is quite helpful. She tends to think like a mom. When we visited my parents, she reminded her Grandfather to take his vitamins.
When Ben got stung by a hornet, she gently patted him, and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Bud. That reewy hurts." And a little later, when Ben was feeling better and playing, she walked up to him and asked, "How's the leg, Buddy? Feewing better?"
She pronounces "hospital" perfectly, even though Ben still says "hostable" (which I still think is adorable.) But some of her other words get really mixed up. I think it's darling, and sometimes I have a hard time modeling the correct pronunciation, because I like hers so well. For guitar, she says "target"; for mosquito bite, she says "skoodee bite"; for umbrella, she says "zebra"??; for bones, she says "uggles"??; for polka dots, she says "kooky dots"; and for bruise, she says "screw". I haven't quite figured out how she comes up with all of them, I'm just enjoying this stage.
Have a great weekend!!
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Being a Parent Is Hard
We put Ben into a charter school last week. We had heard sooooo much good about it -- the curriculum, the behavior of the kids, etc., etc.
Before he was able to start there, he had to be tested for placement in his math and reading groups. On the day that he was tested, we happened to be there for a fire drill. It was interesting to observe. The kids filed out quietly in their neat uniforms; maintained straight lines; didn't play or push or poke or laugh; answered when their name was called the first time, then walked back into their classrooms in nice straight lines. I had two impressions from watching this: 1) I was impressed that kids could do a fire drill that orderly and seriously, and 2) I wondered if, possibly, this was a very well disguised Nazi concentration camp.
Then we were allowed to go into the classroom and meet the teacher. When we entered, the children were all sitting in their seats, feet under their desks, pencils in hand, mouths closed, eyes on teacher. Again, I thought "Wow!" and "Is this actually normal/good behavior?"
I worried that the change from one school to another might be really hard on Ben. However, on his first day, I stayed for about half of the day. He was doing all right, but there was a lot of changing from one class to another for all of the different subjects. When they taught his spelling/English class, I about died. I always thought that I was relatively smart when it came to English, but this method was truly like a foreign language to me. It's hard to be able to help your child to learn when you don't understand it yourself.
Ben has been miserable. He cries at school. He tells me he hates everything about the new school. He wants his old school back. Today, his tummy started hurting about ten minutes before it was time to go to school. I figured it was a "nervous tummy" as I like to call it. So, I took him to school. Since his teacher told me that he cried a lot yesterday, and since his tummy hurt, I knew he wouldn't go without me. So, I stayed again. I felt very welcome the first day when I stayed. I felt very much like the teachers would like me to leave today. His teacher let me know that Brianna was not allowed to come with me. In his math class, I had been sitting on the floor in the back with Brianna, when Ben came with the Teacher's Aide and a small group to do a lesson. They sat right by me, and Ben sat in my lap. Apparently this is a big "no, no" too.
His main teacher took me aside and did everything but straight-out ask me to leave. I could tell by the way she was speaking to me that she felt that I was probably the real core of Ben's trouble with this adjustment. If I would just make him "buck up" we would be done with the crying and he would be just fine and dandy. I hate being talked down to. I hate it when people who don't know me or my children pass judgement on us and make assumptions.
Right now, I want to put him back in his old school. Maybe he wasn't challenged enough there, but he also wasn't getting an ulcer. He didn't cry. He enjoyed school. Yes, his teacher there asked me at the beginning of the school year if he was taking school seriously. Maybe he wasn't, but is prison camp the answer?
If I take him out, am I teaching him to quit when things are difficult and challenging? If I leave him in, am I teaching him that even when he's completely overwhelmed and miserable, those feelings aren't valid and he's just got to buck up?
The teacher's aide in his main classroom took me aside and urged me to consider home school. She made it clear that she doesn't think that his home room teacher is a good fit for him.
I need help. What should I do?????????
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Monday, September 14, 2009
Random Tidbits Overload . . . With Pictures!
Well, apparently Blogger isn't going to let me move my pictures around like I want to. So, I wrote a post and then I stuck in all these pictures. But, since this is a random post, I guess it doesn't matter if it flows or even makes sense, right?
*Here are the two cutest kids in my world!!* Brianna just spontaneously started hugging Ben at McDonald's, and said, "Mom, take a picture."
*The kids really liked the beach, but their preference was being out on the JetSki's.
***James would like me to note that he does spend time with the family on most weekends and holidays.
*Yesterday, I made the mistake of telling Brianna about Disneyland. She threw a major fit for over an hour because she wanted to go. I told her maybe we'd go to Disneyland after Easter.
*First thing this morning, Brianna asked if we could go to Easter now.
Friday, September 11, 2009
More Than Just The Name of My Blog
“Good and bad moods literally change the way our visual cortex operates and how we see,” says Adam Anderson, a U of T professor of psychology.
View the World Through Rose-Colored Glasses
By Rick Nauert PhD Senior News EditorReviewed by John M. Grohol, Psy.D. on June 5, 2009
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Friday, September 4, 2009
A Serious Conversation
Brianna slept in until 7 today!! 7!!! Which means that I also slept in until 7! It felt AWESOME!
Ben is still asleep. I went in to wake him, to get ready for school, but his breathing was so deep and even, and he's been so tired lately, that I just didn't have the heart to do it. I'll take him to school late, if need be.
Last night, when I snuggled Ben at bedtime, he said to me, "I just don't know what to do. I always wanted to be in the Army, but last night I promised Heavenly Father that I would obey ALL of his commandments, and not killing is one of them. So, there goes being a soldier. [pause] And a police officer."
He was genuinely concerned about what options still lay open to him, so we discussed many options. He definitely did NOT want to be a doctor or a dentist. I suggested maybe a movie director, because he's always imagining elaborate movie scenes and describing them to me. "But," he said, "Twentieth Century Fox already HAS a director." :) I tried to explain that every movie and TV show needs a director.
"Maybe my wife will have to be the one to work." he said, "If I have one of those. I don't know if I'll even have a wife."
Then he got excited about the prospect of being a farmer. "I won't even have to go to the store for anything!!" I said, "You mean food-wise?" "No, not for anything, even toys! I can just make the toys from our trees!"
He wanted a cow, and some sheep, and a dog. "But I'm allergic to dogs!" he groaned, completely deflated. "I can't be a farmer without a dog!"
We finally had to end the conversation with the understanding that we still had time to figure out what he would be when he grows up.
So, what do YOU want to be when you grow up? Any suggestions for Ben?
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