Wednesday, February 27, 2008
The next night Matt decides to say the pray, so we assume the position and he proceeds to shove his face into a pillow and he starts the prayer. Sam and I look up, surprised to see what's going on and we burst into laughter. Matt is obviously making fun of me for the night before. Sam totally gets this. We resumed control of ourselves and reverently had the prayer.
So tonight as we knelt for family prayer, Sam was in my face repeating over and over that I "play ball like a boy". Why? I don't know. Maybe he was mad at me because, thanks to the movie Sandlot, he thinks this is the worst insult ever. Matt couldn't hear him being a punk and asked him to say the prayer adding "Nice and Loud" to his request. So what does Sam do? He shoves his face into a pillow and yells the prayer. I couldn't hold it together. Matt was not happy.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Yeah! Big fat bruise! But no, it's not swollen, my arm is just chubby.
he·ma·to·ma (hē'mə-tō'mə) Pronunciation Key n. pl. he·ma·to·mas or he·ma·to·ma·ta (-mə-tə) A localized swelling filled with blood resulting from a break in a blood vessel.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sam has had a messy room for about a year. Not that it never gets cleaned, but it is always a disaster with in 24 hours of the cleaning. So I instituted "Friend Day", where Sam could have a friend over if he cleaned his room the day before. This worked for a total of two weeks and he forgot to ask his friends to help him clean up before they left, and so I think in his eyes Friend Day was more of a contributing problem than a reward.
About two or three weeks ago Friend Day came along and he hadn't cleaned his room. And it really wasn't that messy so I told him if he took a few minutes to clean it up he could still invite a friend over. Wasn't that nice of me?
The same old thing happened-he wanted help. I said no. Only this time, either because he was tired, sick of the same conversation, I don't know what, but this time he said he was going to run away. As soon as he said it he got a really sad face. I could tell it made him sad just to say it. Then the phone rang and it was Matt. I said, "Hi Matt, Sam is about to run away. Would you like to talk to him so you can say goodbye before he goes?" I know this was a mean thing to do, but I really thought he was bluffing. He wouldn't talk to Matt so we hung up. I had to drop something off on the next street over so I asked Sam if he wanted to come with me. He said no, so I locked the door on my way out and on my way to the car it opened and he stepped out clutching a bag of gold fish he had recieved from a classmate that day. I asked him if he changed his mind and he said no, he was running away. So I got into the car and drove away. He started making his way around the block.
When my business was done 2 minutes later, I went back the way I came and saw him walking and crying, down the street. He saw me. I kept driving. Well, I went down a ways and then flipped a Uy (sp?), and I started to follow him from a distance. What could I do? He wasn't breaking any rules. We never made a rule to Not run away. So I just followed, and I think he suspected that I was because when a car was coming up behind him he turned around really quick to see who it was. At the second car he spotted me at a distance but he wasn't sure it was me and he kept turning around to look. So I pulled up and followed about 10 feet behind him. He started walking faster.
I was wondering where he would go. He's not allowed to cross the street alone, so I pictured him walking around the block over and over. But no, that little stinker looked both ways, and crossed the street! After stopping at the stop sign I pulled up next to him and told him he broke a rule, that he wasn't allowed to cross the street alone and that he needed to get his booty in the car! He came to the window and said he didn't want to live with us any more. I offered to find him a new family, so he got in the car. As we drove home I asked him if he thought his new family would let him make big messes and not clean them up. He was sure they would. I reinformed him that they would want him to clean his room and probably do more chores than we make him do. He thought about it. And to my surprise came right into the house.
Fast forward to today-room still a mess. I told him that Dad and I were going to clean his room. He got so happy. I told him he might not have any toys left when we were done and that he had one more chance to go in and do it himself. Nope. He was fine with us cleaning up his toys. And the threat, though an empty one, didn't bother him in the least. (I swear he can see right through me) So we cleaned it up. And while we did we hear a call from the couch down stairs,"Thanks, Mom and Dad, for cleaning up my room!" That little stinker!
When we were done we called him up and told him he doesn't get to play with any toys until he can show us that he can take care of his stuff. We directed his attention to a list of rules. It said:
DO NOT OPEN THE CLOSET!
Put dirty pajamas in the hamper.
Make your bed.
Go brush your teeth.
Put on pajamas.
Put dirty clothes in the hamper.
Brush your teeth.
We told him if he does all this for a week he can have one bucket of toys back. We will add to the bottom of the list: Put toys away.
If he can do this for a month he gets his toys back. I marked today as the starting day on his new transformers calendar, and a week from today and a month from today. But the list is staying up longer, and I am thinking about putting up some other lists around the house. Something to this effect:
Turn off the water.
Put lid back on paste.
Clean your spit and paste chunks off the counter and out of the sink.
Turn the water off again.
Even though I felt totally wicked all day, he seems so much happier. And this morning after he made his bed and got dressed he said,"Mom? Do you forgive me for running away?" I assured him that I already had, and he looked happy about this, but it just about broke my heart. Still I am sticking to what we said about the toys and the list. I have heard it takes three weeks to make a new habit, we are giving him a month to relearn this routine. We'll see how it goes.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
The TV Station was already set up, obviously, he said check. And I took care of the cake station, by making the cake.
This is the playdough station he set up. He rolled out the mat and displayed all his beautiful colors.
This is stations 2&4 there are a bunch of little video games in that bucket that he has collected from happy meals and then he pulled a few choice games out of the game closet. ( Risk - ewww, chess- yes he can play it, but he can only beat me, pictionary - we bought this but no one ever feels like playing it, and Leaping Lizards.) His board game sign origionally said Play in Sam's room, but since he hasn't cleaned it since he ran way I vetoed that idea. After he set up the playdough and the games (all the while talking about how this is the first party he has ever planned) he went back to the closet and started his evaluation over,"Playdough, Check. Board games, Check. TV, Check. Video games, check. Cake, Check. Everything is ready, now I can just relax until they get here." The whole time I was picturing him as a grown up and the picture was alot like Fraank (Martin Short) in Father of the Bride. The closer we got to 7 the more he talked- What time is it? How many more minutes? When will they be here? What do you think they will want to do first? etc.
They came and the first thing he did was direct their attention to his menu of activities. They were good sports and played along.
Here is Sam at the cake station.
He had so much fun. While he played with playdough and tried to make sure everyone was having fun, I couldn't help thinking about how different life would be for him if he had some siblings. He would be such a good big brother, always entertaining and keeping them busy. But I am praying he doesn't grow up to be a wedding planner.
I did my first subbing job today. The teacher I work with had a doctors appointment so I took the last two classes of the day on my own. It went fairly smoothly, but both classes were 5th graders and pretty obedient, or maybe it's that they are easily intimidated.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
This afternoon: The sun disappeared and snow started falling. By 4 pm I'd say it was a full on blizzard with major wind. And as of now- 8pm- it is white out conditions according to our weatherman. The road to my in-laws in closed. They are holed up in a hotel for the night. Staying in a hotel is fun, but I don't envy the digging they will have to do tomorrow just to find their house.
I am so not looking forward to going out in it tomorrow. According to KSL their are teachers and students stuck at several elementary schools in Alpine, which is the town I work in, but not in my school. We have been assured by the anchor woman that they are warm and have been fed. Ok, so they are living one of my nightmares. I'm really hoping for a snow day tomorrow = school canceled.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Then we put the dough into a frosting bag with an attachment that gives the churros that special texture. We just squeezed it into the hot oil and then turned them with chopsticks. Becky was worried the whole time that she would end up with a skin graft proceedure when it was all said and done. But we stayed safe and it was pretty yummy.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
*** Blogger note: I intentionally use the word "Swears" instead of "swear words" or "swearing" because I think it is funny. And it illustrates my point that people who use swears as part of their everyday vocabularly are showing their lack of ability to inteligently express themselves.***
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
About a week and a half ago, during a conversation/Sunday School lesson/ Story time we had that was taught by and elderly gentleman in our ward, we were informed that we - Matt and I, work harder for our money but get less for it than "back in the day". Brother Stoyteller said that he and his wife could go out every Friday night on a date to the temple, pay the girl down the street 25 cents to watch their 8 children (this was before the last two came along) and after the temple they would go get a burger, fries and a drink for 15 cents each! A whole date for 55 cents! Then he told us minimum wage was less than $2/hour. Still! Holy Cow! 55 CENTS! WOW! And here my six year old is saving his money for a TOY that cost $200 once it's all said and done. (DS plus a game or two.)
Many of you know I work in a middle school. Those Tweenagers are full of shenanigans. Someone has super glued a quarter to the bathroom floor. The first time I saw it, I gently, so that no one could tell brushed my foot across the quarter to see if it had been adhered to the floor. When I found out it was I thought, HAHA (evil laugh) you can't fool me into bending over to pick that up. (Did I mention the ladies room was empty except for me?) Now, twice a day, when I'm on my usual visits to the bathroom - one to GO and the other to make sure I don't have any lunch in my teeth - I kick at the quarter with my foot. Because at this point, I am outraged that someone wasted 25 perfectly good cents. What is the point? It's not like they are hanging out in there watching to see who falls for it. If they were then hey, that's some cheap entertainment. But who wants to hang out in the bathroom. Not me. A much better place would have been in the hall or the lunch room where you can sit and watch unsuspiciously.
I have a brother, who shall not be named to protect his "innocence", who got together with a bunch of friends and found some fresh cow poop, rubbed it on a dollar bill, and then set it on the ground in an obvious spot right outside the doors of a grocery store. They then ran to the car, which was strategically parked in a space with a good view, and waited until someone came out and picked up said poo dollar. And then they had a good laugh when the "lucky person" realized there was a smell, or something sticky on it. The person inevitably dropped it and then it sat for it's next unsuspecting victim. Again, cheap entertainment, though this one I do not endorse. EWW!
I have long thought that Matt and I were born in the wrong era. Why weren't we born in the times when money stretched farther and things cost less, or how about the times when people wanted less? Was there ever a time? Then I think about the problems they had and the things they had to go through, and I'm back to being happy about where and when I am. After all, there was no blogging back then, and it's free!
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Also for your viewing pleasure here is a picture that Matt emailed to me. I cried when I saw it.