Wednesday, May 27, 2009
[chew, chew] "Uh...um....mom....I, uh......................Mom?"
"OK, I'm going to start over."
"Okay, go ahead." :)
I was subbing today. This is a direct quote from a 3rd grader's persuasive speech on why you should not smoke:
"...and when you litter your cigarette out the window, you are killing polar bears."
Here's the situation.
I went to pick up the kids from my mom's house after teaching all day. I needed to take a Tylenol for a headache. I had the pills and saw a cup of water sitting next to the sink. Not really thinking, I just grabbed the cup and chased down the pills. I got one gulp down before I spit the rest out.
Me: Ew! What did I just drink? It tasted like salt!
My mom, looking up and thinking as she looks at the cup: Uh-oh.
Me: WHAT?! Is it cleaning solution or something?!
My mom: Uh, no, but earlier Carson wanted to see what salt tasted like, so I let him lick some, and he, of course, didn't like it, so I gave him that cup to wash his mouth and spit it out.
[long, disgusted pause]
Me: Oh that's fantastic.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
The other day the kids and I were walking in a public place and I decided it would be a perfectly acceptable time to, well, I'm just going to say it: to pass a little--a LITTLE--gas. Victimless crime, no?
Enter: LoudMouth ThreeYearOld.
"MOM, you SMELL DIRTY!"
Huge fake smile, grab his arm and walk quickly away from anyone in ear shot.
"Hahaha! Carson, you're so silly! What are you talking about!??! I don't smell dirty!!!"
"YEAH YOU DO," he sticks his nose right in my rear end, for which he happens to be the perfect height.
"YOUR BOTTOM IS STINKY!!!"
"Hahaha! No it's not! You must be smelling Sydney! Maybe she's poopy. You're so silly!
Now shut up kid and keep walking."
Just kidding. Thought it, but didn't SAY it.
AAAAANNNNDDDD add that moment to the myriad of ways that motherhood has humbled me.
Friday, May 22, 2009
There have been seasons that I watch more than others, especially if I don't have any real favorites, but this season, in my humble opinion, had the best top 5 vocalists of any past year. I thought all 5 were really talented and deserving of being in that group. Speaking of #5, I totally loved Matt Giraud's voice and style--remember him? Now, there's always talk on and off the show about whether or not this is a truly a "singing contest" or a popularity contest. Don't kid yourself! It's very much both. But, hello?! So is the music industry. I don't spend my money on the artists who I think are the most talented. (If that were the case, I'd have a lot more Andrea Bocelli and not a single Britney Spears song on my iTunes.) I spend my money on songs that I ENJOY. We all purchase music that sounds good to our tastes. The artist's public personae certainly plays into our choices, but I don't think we'd buy something we didn't like just because so-and-so seems like a nice person.
So, in watching and voting for AI, I was pleasantly surprised for Kris' win. Simply because his performances were more to my taste. I think most of us agree that Adam was more vocally talented, but I didn't vote for him (and yes, I actually picked up my phone and voted 3 times on Tuesday night) because I was totally not into his style. Plus, I've always had a soft spot for guys with guitars. I have been mucho impressed with both the finalists and how gracious they have been. Kris has been a good winner and Adam's been a good loser. However, with all the attention, press and natuaral ability that kid has, I think loser is an outrageous contradition.
While I'm sure some people include their perceptions of the contestant's off-stage life in their voting decisions, I honestly don't think I did. However, it didn't bother me to find this video on facebook the day after the winner was announced.
Did you watch AI this year? What did you think?
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
The funny thing is, Trent and I always assumed we wanted three kids. Not sure why, just thought that was a good number for us. But now that we have these two...both of us have a surprising feeling of completeness. I think part of it is that we were sure we didn't want an only child, so that has been solved. And also, for us, it's been an added joy to experience a boy and a girl. But does that mean we're done? We honestly don't know! I've been given all kinds of input, from "If you don't know if you're done, then you're NOT done," to "You should never have more kids than you have hands." We're also open to (I wouldn't even use the phrase "considering" because that would indicate we've done some research, which we really haven't) adoption, but we've researched enough to know that there is a huge financial cost, and we're not sure we can (or choose to?) overcome that. I won't go into my list of pros and cons of having a family of five(this time--you know it will come up again!) b/c I think many of you know them--either I've shared mine or you have your own.
So, here's how Carson's mind has been working regarding this issue. This was a conversation we had in the car the other day:
Carson: Mom, when Sydney grows up and we get a baby brother, I don't want to name him Max anymore. I want to name him Shasta.
Me: Uh, OK. That's an interesting name. Where did you hear that?
C: I just thinked it up myself.
Me: I like it! But what if we don't end up having a baby brother?
Me: What if we just have 2 kids in our family?
C: No! I want a baby brother!
Me: Well, we just don't know yet how many kids we're supposed to have in our family. We need to pray about it.
(A few seconds of silence pass.)
C: Mom! There's a policeman! Ask him. He'll know how many kids we're supposed to have in our family.
Me: Oh, honey, I don't think he knows. He knows things about how fast we're supposed to go and how to help people, but he doesn't know this.
C: But who DOES know?
Me: Well, right now, only God knows.
C: Then we need to ask him.
Three days later at breakfast. Carson is the only one sitting at the table, the rest of us are buzzing around with morning business.
Carson: Hey! We need to pray.
Me: Okay. [We both pause and walk over to him for a quick morning prayer.]
Carson, very seriously: Don't forget. We need to ask Jesus how many kids we're supposed to have in our family.
Me, smiling: Okay, I won't forget.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sydney's saying "Everyone look at my teeth!" (Enlarge for full affect.)
"Um, hello, I said check out my 2 teeth. They are, like, so cool. I can eat cheerios, goldfish crackers and pasta now."
Monday, May 11, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
I was organizing all of my little 60-second videos from my digital camera the other night and came across this one. This is a very common scene in our house in the evenings. We have a well-worn dance music playlist on our iTunes, and SURPRISE!--Carson is Pantless Wonder again. Be sure not to miss his memorable appearance in the first 3 seconds, because he never comes back in the frame. Sometimes this father/daughter dance makes Sydney melt into giggles, but this particular time whe was being stoic. It still is pretty cute, no?
This one is an oldie, from when Carson was about 16 months old. If you'll notice, his dance moves haven't changed much. My dad is in the background because he was our part-time roommate and landlord at the time. :)
Monday, May 04, 2009
At the dinner table, out of the blue...
Carson: NOBODY PANIC!
(Trent and I stop talking and just look at each other and at Carson in surprise and curiosity...)
Me: Where did you learn that?
Carson, smiling: Word World.
Trent: What does panic mean?
Me: What does it mean when someone panics?
Carson gets down from his chair and says: It's when people don't know what to do and they run around like this (he proceeds to scream and run in circles, waving his hands in the air).
Me: Actually, that's pretty much exactly what it means!
Also, Carson has been interested in weddings and marriage lately, b/c his grandma showed him a video of our wedding. After we worked out that he couldn't marry Sydney, but that he could marry Abby, and that Sydney could marry one of his boy friends, he says to me with excitement:
"Let's call 'em right now and tell 'em!" Hello, arranged marriages!