I kinda forgot I had a blog. I am so wrapped up in everything else that is slipped my mind. I stand committed in 09 to four posts a month minimum ... Three more to go for January.
Tonight we went to Elsie to visit our nanny's new baby Alivia. My boys fell in love with her instantly. Literally. Brennan couldn't have loved her more. He just wanted to be around her and touch her and smile at her. It was precious. Of course Joe and I freaked when he went for her head but Alisha calmly talked him through being gentle. I realized I need to be more vigilant about nail cutting. He was calling her what sounded like "baby" but it could've been a stretch.
Oh ... and they were thrilled to see "Sha" ... another scream for her. Since leaving Jack has asked me maybe a million times when she's coming back.
Getting ready for bed Jack announced he would like a sister.
Something like: "Mama. I think it would be OK to have a gril."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. And I want her to be as little as Baby Alivia. She was so cute and so little."
"That would be nice. I do love babies. But what we would we name her?"
"Mona. 'Member?"
"Right, right. So she would be Ramona Elizabeth Rexrode? But I like Caroline."
"I like Caroline. I have a deal. Let's do Ramona Caroline Rexrode. OK?"
"That could work ..."
"OR we could do Caroline Ramona Rexrode. Yes! That's it."
"But what if we have a boy?"
"I guess that would be OK. But what would we name him?"
"Patrick?"
"Well, we were thinking Joseph."
"OK. Patrick Joseph. That works."
Sometimes I am just like ... where did he come from?
05 January 2009
16 December 2008
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There are only nine days until Jesus' birthday, says my 4-year-old.
There is much to do. Wrapping. Cleaning. Wrapping and cleaning. This year should be fun with both boys. But the wrapping and cleaning ... and cooking.
Tomorrow is Jack's Christmas play at school ... one perk of sending him to private school ... we can celebrate the biggies. (Of course they don't celebrate Halloween but I guess you can't have them all.)
He is the angel. I asked him how this came about and he got really excited. He set up the story like he had completed an incredible tryout.
"Welllllll,'' he practically whispered. "My teacher asked me ... Jackson, which part would you like to play ... and I said ... "The angel." And she said .... OK ... Grab the costume over there. And that was it."
Fairly anti-climatic.
So I asked him why he picked the angel.
And he said: "Because he was the one who told Mary and Joseph not to be afraid. And he helped the kings find the Baby Jesus."
Good reason.
On Saturday we went to see Santa. Jack was not excited about it. He didn't want to have to discuss his bad behavior at bedtime. After some talk he finally decided he would go ahead. After all he told me he was getting "better" at bedtime. We told Jack he had to narrow his list to three things because Santa was very busy.
His list?
I was confused. I had to ask.
"Jack, what's a Joseph?" (Mostly because I was panicked about it. How could I not know about something like this?!)
"You know Mamaaaa! A Joseph. He was married to Mary and took care of Jesus. He was Jesus' daddy but not really his daddy. He helped God take care of him."
"Righttt! A Joseph. Why Joseph?"
"Why not?" Jack asked. "I like him."
Brennan:
He continues to be a pot stirrer. (Not sure that is grammatically correct!) He likes to pick and tease and then run away laughing. And if you don't see him -- or he doesn't think you saw him -- he will continue his "badness" until you acknowledge it. I often feel bad for Jack. He knows he can't do much when his baby pulls his hair or pounds him.
Lately, when he isn't dragging his blanket around, it's small footballs he holds like a baby... growling "hut, hut" around the house hoping his Daddy will tackle him.
There is much to do. Wrapping. Cleaning. Wrapping and cleaning. This year should be fun with both boys. But the wrapping and cleaning ... and cooking.
Tomorrow is Jack's Christmas play at school ... one perk of sending him to private school ... we can celebrate the biggies. (Of course they don't celebrate Halloween but I guess you can't have them all.)
He is the angel. I asked him how this came about and he got really excited. He set up the story like he had completed an incredible tryout.
"Welllllll,'' he practically whispered. "My teacher asked me ... Jackson, which part would you like to play ... and I said ... "The angel." And she said .... OK ... Grab the costume over there. And that was it."
Fairly anti-climatic.
So I asked him why he picked the angel.
And he said: "Because he was the one who told Mary and Joseph not to be afraid. And he helped the kings find the Baby Jesus."
Good reason.
On Saturday we went to see Santa. Jack was not excited about it. He didn't want to have to discuss his bad behavior at bedtime. After some talk he finally decided he would go ahead. After all he told me he was getting "better" at bedtime. We told Jack he had to narrow his list to three things because Santa was very busy.
His list?
- Kung Fu Panda
- Mario Kart on Wii
- A Joseph
I was confused. I had to ask.
"Jack, what's a Joseph?" (Mostly because I was panicked about it. How could I not know about something like this?!)
"You know Mamaaaa! A Joseph. He was married to Mary and took care of Jesus. He was Jesus' daddy but not really his daddy. He helped God take care of him."
"Righttt! A Joseph. Why Joseph?"
"Why not?" Jack asked. "I like him."
Brennan:
He continues to be a pot stirrer. (Not sure that is grammatically correct!) He likes to pick and tease and then run away laughing. And if you don't see him -- or he doesn't think you saw him -- he will continue his "badness" until you acknowledge it. I often feel bad for Jack. He knows he can't do much when his baby pulls his hair or pounds him.
Lately, when he isn't dragging his blanket around, it's small footballs he holds like a baby... growling "hut, hut" around the house hoping his Daddy will tackle him.
03 December 2008
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