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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Goodbye Luke, Hello Billy.

Mark and I have been enjoying a recent turn in Boston's imaginary fascinations. He has a friend who loves Star Wars and for the longest time, that's all he would play with his friends or pretend about. A few weeks ago he discovered the Rescue Heroes show. He already had some Rescue Heroes toys, so he and Cooper have finally been pulling those out to play with. His favorite is Billy Blazes, the moustached fireman. I told him that I have a cousin who is a real fireman and his eyes got big. "Does he say, 'Think like a Rescue Hero. Think SAFE!"?

I was getting a little tired of everything in my house turning into a light sabre, and I thought my stuff was finally safe. Little did I know that my son is also some kind of engineer. One day I got out of the shower and found Boston wearing this. He made it all by himself, out of one of Leslie's rubber headbands. Yes, the knot on the string (it pops out) is actually stuck in his ear. A little tape to the back of the head and, voila, he had made himself an earpiece to speak to his emergency team with. I laughed my head off and had to acknowledge that he is in fact, my flesh and blood. If I had been born male, this is EXACTLY the kind of thing I could see myself doing as a kid.
Macy has also been super cute lately, trying to run--or at least speedwalk. This week I heard her saying something that caught me by surprise and tickled me pink. She was walking around the kitchen and talking to herself in her girly soprano voice, over and over, "Jackie, Jackie Jackie Jackie...". (Alright, sometimes it came out "Dackie".) I felt like I was a little kid again, and this baby just wanted to play with me and be my best friend.
I've been thinking alot lately about Elder Bednar's talk in this month's Ensign, about living a real life, not a virtual one, and trying to savor these moments of summer with my kids, soaking it up with all my senses. So, go read it and then let your feet get wet once in a while. Next time (when I find my camera) we'll have pictures of fun at the splash park.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Delinquency begins in the Kitchen...

Yesterday Cooper decided to spray paint each individual cupboard door (and fridge and dishwasher and a couple of chairs) with Butter flavored nonstick spray. Kind of hard to see in this picture, but each sprayed spot leaked down, down, onto the floor. I went through a couple dozen paper towels cleaning it up. His favorite color IS yellow, so I guess I'm not too surprised.
Have you ever noticed the curse of the newly mopped floor? The worst messes just show up as soon as your floor is mopped. The worst mess ever was a couple of years ago when Boston poured a whole thing of chocolate milk onto the floor and then drove their Beep Beep car around and around the island, through the massive chocolate puddle. Was I in the shower? Feeding a baby? I don't remember.
Mark mopped the floor for me on Saturday and because of that, my kitchen has been such a mess magnet. Sunday morning the kids emptied a full shaker of nonpareil sprinkles all over the kitchen floor. The funny thing was that I didn't notice right away because I was already wearing my dress shoes. Then Monday, someone dumped their bowl of tomato soup at lunch. Then at dinner this lovely, slippery contribution from Cooper while I was waiting for my pigs-in-blankets to rise. I knew it was just the curse of the newly mopped floor, though, so it was hard to be mad. Actually, it was hard to keep a straight face. Here are some silver linings I noticed.
1. This incident, early in Cooper's life, will probably deter him from a life of crime and vandalism, since I caught him and he had to do a big job.
2. Think of all the other substances this could have been. Stickier, germier, raw-eggsier.
3. Hey, it could have been the carpet or the sofa that got slathered with butter. How the heck would I have cleaned that up?
4. Wonderfully, wonderfully, I have a wood floor and wood cabinets. This wood lives in Utah. In the desert. It was just crying out for a little oiling!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Summer Already

Leslie is on her third weekday of summer vacation and has already hit the wall of boredom. After doing all of her chores, none of her friends could come play so she returned, rejected, to our home, a virtual nest of wiggling, yelling, pesky boy children and a cute but noisy baby. She moped around for a bit until I suggested that she could clean her room and organize her closet. Suddenly, she was nowhere to be found and happily employed in some kind of art project that involved cutting and pasting.
We've had a busy couple of weekends. First we took a camping trip to Moab and visited Canyonlands and also Arches Natl. Park, where we went last October. Everything was still beautiful and we had fun with our someday-inlaws-if-our-matchmaking-works-out friends, the Knudsens. We enjoyed hearing Boston and Bree play together. One conversation we overheard went something like this.
Bree: If we have a boy, we could name him______. If we have a girl, we could name her _______.
Boston: Let's play Star Wars. There's girls, could be Leia. Or Padme!
They really do play well together.
Unfortunately, the wind blew gustily the ENTIRE time. After the kids were asleep in their wildly flapping tent, the grownups played a wild game of Shanghai the Tahoe. We hiked some the next day but the kids were, shall we say, less than enthusiastic. And they did SO good in October. This time, they were tired and whiny and Mark ended up carrying Cooper most of the hike. The one time Cooper wanted to venture out on his own, up a sand-filled crevice, he and Boston found a bull snake that some other tourists were looking at and both started screaming their heads off. (They must be related to my mom.) Cooper wouldn't stop crying and insisted that we drive home, away from the snake. He wouldn't even get out of the car for our picnic and ate his PB& J safely in his car seat. Lucky for him, too, because the rest of us got completely sandblasted when a big gust of wind carried a dirtdevil right over us. That was one gritty sandwich. So we cut our trip short because we had planned to spend the afternoon at Sand Dune Arch. That might have been interesting. Good thing we don't wear contacts!

Then this weekend we went to Mark's annual Mem. Day family reunion in Fillmore, Utah, the "ancestral home". Mark and I put together some mini-biographies about some of his ancestors for all the cousins. That was eye-opening for me. One of his great grannies was a Relief Society President (and a single mother, no less) for 32 years. The kids had a blast playing with their cousins and I enjoyed soaking up the sun with the grownups. This time we had a hotel room within walking distance and so Macy and I could sneak back there for naps. It was great. I also got to take a little field trip to a neighboring town called Holden where some of my pioneer ancestors are buried, and hunted down their gravestones. I've never done that before--it was really fun to have the Leslie and I searching the whole cemetery for one name. I will have to share a little more about them in my next Storyapples blog entry.
Oh, also something funny from Cooper. He got a Disney's Chip and Dale DVD for his birthday and was telling me about the different episodes one day. There was the bulldozer one, the chicken one, and the "Beautiful" one. I asked, "You mean the one with the beautiful girl chipmunk?" He nodded. I got a little greedy for some compliments from this adorable boy. "Am I beautiful, too?" He shook his head, no. "Oh. Well, am I pretty, then?" No again. Exasperating. "Well, what am I?" (thinking of course that his answer would be a big smile and the answer that I'm his mommy.) Cooper however, had to think about that one for a minute. "You're......BLUISH GREEN!"
What a lady's man. The video is of Cooper trying to eat dinner on one of his napless days.