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Friday, February 24, 2012

Just a little bit of pixiedust...

Macy's favorite show right now is Jake and the Neverland Pirates.  She loves to pretend and tells me that I get to be her friend, Marina the Mermaid.  This morning, after she woke up for the second time (after climbing in my bed to finish up her last hour or two of sleep) she declared that we should now get out of bed, and that she would help.  She hopped out, waved her hands over my prone form, and enthusiastically sprinkled some pixiedust all over me.  We flew right into the kitchen for breakfast, arms outstretched.

Macy has also recently started the bad? habit of twirling her hair with her left hand.  Super cute and girly!  Not sure where she gets it, but I might have to pay a little closer attention to Jake and the Neverland Pirates?

Most exciting of all, Macy has also succumbed the magic spell of the special marble jar.  Every time she goes, on her own, without anyone reminding her that she might need to take a potty break, she gets a marble in this little 1 cup jar.  If she has an accident one of the marbles goes back out.  (I was really careful about this "bad" consequence, to downplay it and have it be not that serious of a deal.  I think having a negative consequence can backfire really bad, too.)  The first time I told her, smiling, that one of the marbles was going to come back out, she cried.  BUT....she has only had ONE other accident since then--totally figured it out.  I'm so proud of her. When the jar is full she gets a prize.  I never thought it would work, since getting the child to take the initiative is the way-hardest part of potty training, (and since my last one took FOREVER to train, and nothing I tried seemed to help in the least), but it has been fabulous.  I told Mark last night that one of my favorite sounds is the pitter-patter of little feet, the click of the switch to the bathroom light, and the subsequent slamming of the door.  Beautiful.  Am I really on her last pack of pullups?  I dare to hope.  And she's not even three yet.

Commercial Break brought to you by Boston and friends:  I went upstairs to finish up some no-bake peanut butter bars, close as I can come to the fabulous ones they used to serve at my high school.  (Does anyone have the actual recipe for those?) Cooper hovered the entire time, he is my peanut butter freak and was so excited.  As soon as I was done, he rushed down stairs to tell Boston and his buddy that they were ready.  Then they all thundered back up stairs.  A few lip smacking moments later, Boston's friend asks, "Are these peanut butter bars homemade?"  (This was a welcome change of topic, a minute before he had been pestering me to put his birthday on my calendar.  Sorry, no.) I smiled and was about to answer, but Boston interrupted and said, "My Mom makes sure-good stuff, right?"

Last night was SEP conferences.  (For those of you who don't have to participate, this is a slightly silly, although I concede it has its good points, Student-Educator-Parent appointment.  Silly because how do you get any of the dirt if the student comes along?  Or dish it, for that matter? Whatever happened to plain old parent-teacher conferences?  Good thing I didn't have anything to complain about.)

We told the kids that if the teachers told us that they had been good, we would go out to Arctic Circle for some ice cream cones.  (Well, Leslie got a full cone.  Boston probably would have liked one, but he's still short enough for us to be cheapos and let him slide with a courtesy cone.  I had a Nutter Butter Shake and Mark had Rasberry Cheesecake Oreo.  Mmm.  I did share a little with Boston, okay?  Plus, he and the other two get to play on the playground, so it's not such a bad deal.)

Leslie's SEP conferences always go well because she is such a good student, always straight As.  This meeting was a little bit sad, though, because after her teacher made a crack about wanting to keep her in the class next year, too, Leslie tried to tell her about her 4th grade teacher she really liked who made a big deal about her having to move away in the middle of the year.  It was a funny story, but she got all teary and we had to change the subject.  Poor kid.  That was really hard for her to move mid school year, and the emotions are still flaring up more than a year later.  (Of course, the emotional part may have more to do with the pre-teen stuff...I'm bracing myself.)

Boston also had a great report card, all As, and a great conference.  Mark and I are so happy to hear that he does well in school and that he doesn't cause any problems.  The teacher promised!  (We double checked once his back was turned.)  You know he is our rascal, so we are very glad that he leaves that at home and shows respect to his teacher and classmates.  His reading skills have shot way up and his teacher also shared one great story.   She told Boston that she was so proud of him for going right up to the recently new student they had in class and asking him to be his friend. (She said this sort of thing was typical for him.) We were proud, too!  Good job Bossman.

Cooper and Macy were very good during the conferences.   Cooper made us laugh when Leslie's teacher was showing off some of her work.  The teacher showed a writing assignment short story that Leslie had done and Cooper piped right up in surprise.  "Wow!  I never saw a story on paper before!"  We laughed.  I think he meant he didn't know that you could write a story down yourself.  He's really into writing words and names and loves to spend time at the table with paper and crayons and pencils, labeling his pictures

I probably better stop with my story writing for today.  It's nice when my kids give me such good material.  All true.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

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I loved this and had to share.  My friend from my old neighborhood, about my age, got called to be the Relief Society President just a month or so after the birth of her fifth baby.  Makes me laugh and makes me cry.  Hurrah for tough mamas!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Go Fish and Shark Stampede

The kids have been extra cute this week as they have been thinking of ways to stay entertained in the house.  (I guess they have been playing outside, too, but I have to keep that to a minimum right now or they end up covered in mud.)  For example, yesterday Boston filled up Macy's tub and launched his pirate ship manned by a bunch of his smaller action figures, knelt on the rug, and played pirates for about an hour.  He didn't even get wet!  My favorite part was when I walked past the bathroom and heard him cry, "uh oh, SHARK STAMPEDE!"

The day it finally snowed hard the boys begged me to let them go sledding.  I said, "I don't know...we've got a lot of cleaning up to do this morning, and then Boston has to go to kindergarten, so I don't know if we'll have time."  Well, while I was in the shower they cleaned up their room to perfection without being asked, so I let them head on out while I finished cleaning the basement and vacuuming with Macy.  Then we joined them.  The boys built their first unassisted-by-a-grownup snowman.  We had polished off the carrots the night before, so I guess I did help by fetching them an orange crayon for a nose.

The boys' first independently built snowman.  I didn't ask why it had four eyes.

Macy giving Baby Googoo a piggy-back ride.

Mark playing board games with the kids.  None of that Candyland stuff.

The other day I taught Boston how to play solitaire (with actual cards) and when we finished, Macy wanted to play, so he taught her how to play "Go Fish."  How many two-year-olds do you know that can play "Go Fish?"  She knows her numbers sort of and when she didn't, Boston would just hold up a card and say, "Do you have this one?"  The part that cracked me up was not her sassy, "Go Fish!" but when she did have a match, she would say, "Yes, I believe I DO!"  Every time.

Leslie livened up our week by turning eleven.  She wanted to have some friends over for a party and decided that she wanted a fettucine alfredo dinner.  We had fun decorating the table fancy, including Mark's comically garish cupid candlesticks from Paris.  It was fun to see the girls' eyes light up at their fancy grown up table, but even better to hear them giggle like the little girls they sort of still are when "Linguini" the French/Italian waiter made an appearance, moustache and all, to serve them.  I bet she'll forget the food and maybe the friends someday, but she'll remember her awesome Dad during that dinner for the rest of her life.

Linguini the French/Italian waiter.

Look at that grin.

Leslie was laughing and smiling so hard she couldn't pucker up enough to blow out her candles.  Finally I told her that Boston would be happy to help.  That seemed to do the trick.  She also was too full of noodles to eat any cake until the day after.  Funny girl.

 The elementary school had a big family party the other night.  We went for a little while, but it was kind of loud and crowded, lots of dancing, etc.  More junior high speed than for my little ones.  We thought there would be games and stuff, but there wasn't.  Anyway, we did get Boston and Leslie to do the limbo  (Macy and Cooper were leeched onto our legs and terrified of the whole thing).  When we came home, Cooper changed his mind and cried to go back to the party.  Instead, we decided to have a little beach party of our own.  It was a big hit.  You'll have to watch the video to see Macy's own special limbo move.  Hilarious.

Don't worry, Leslie didn't just beat him with a bat here, he's laughing.

We had to keep adjusting the stick height for our varying sizes.

Typical Boston.  Do what you are supposed to, but never the way that is suggested.

Leslie attempts to literally crash our party.  We tease her sometimes for her still-developing sense of balance.

I wouldn't recommend this move unless your bat is also plastic.