Friday, April 27, 2012
Luke says:
You know who I mean: Papa! The guy with the yo-yo!
(in response to the question, "Why are you crying?") In the first place I didn't want my baseball cap on the floor! (this kid is three going on fourteen: emotional roller coaster)
I've always wanted (fill in the blank with random silly things that three-year-old boys like)...a Honda motorcycle! a peanut butter and jelly wrap! to go to the library! to find a green marble! to have someone watch me while you go to the grocery store!
I never asked for (fill in the blank with random silly things that three-year-old boys despise)...broccoli! a spanking! to come inside when it's raining! bedtime! dinnertime! my picture to be taken!
(playing baseball) Stripe one! You're out!
I'm a sport and sports trip and fall and hurt their feet.
I'm as tough as a bully, only I'm not a bully.
I don't go to war because I can't swordfight yet. Actually I can.
I did not want you to come and see me doing that!
You smell like an adult beverage, Dad.
Go ahead and read your bible, Dad. I'm done disturbing you.
When you give me spankings it breaks my heart and makes it so I can't love anyone.
I think even boys who don't finish dinners should get ice cream - that's what Jesus wanted to say.
I want to ride it where I like
No training wheels! He's determined to learn.
I raised the training wheels as high as they would go and that just wasn't good enough.
"Take them off so I can ride like the neighbors, mom!"
How long and how many bruises do you think it will be before he's off on two wheels?
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Turning
The garden is full of so many wonderful metaphors applicable to life. And death.
On Good Friday we began to turn the compost pile. It took a couple days because we hadn't done it in a while. It looked like such a towering rat's nest! I finished pulling out the lovely black stuff at the bottom Saturday morning, tossed the rest of the decomposing material back in the bin and closed it up again. It was really hard work. Heavy lifting, shifting, carrying the compost to its new home and digging it in. I was sweating. Sweating and thinking.
It is so rewarding to harvest your own compost! All that delightful black soil that I am feeding my garden with this year, was our kitchen garbage last year! I find myself hoarding scraps in the kitchen to add to the pile because I love the freeing process, I love the end product, so much. Linus does his part too. He sniffs around the bottom of the box and finds any tidbits that may still be tasty and takes his teeth to them. Then we toss them back in! Last year our compost pile grew two heavy-yielding tomato plants - pro bono! The compost bin gives back, abundantly.
The more you turn the compost, the better the decomposition, and the more harvesting you can do. My goal this year is to turn the compost once a month. That doesn't sound like much, but we turned it once last year and we got a good six inches (maybe eight!) by four feet squared of compost this Spring. In my life, the more I turn the better I get too.
I've been feeling bad about how often I have to apologize to Luke for losing my patience with him. I lose my cool, I shout, I get angry, I send him to his room in tears, and then I make myself turn and apologize. It's become a pattern. A pattern I have been ashamed of. Then one day a few weeks ago I got impatient with Luke climbing all around inside the car while I was waiting to buckle him in. Luke lost it first, and screamed at me. I had a few choice words to say, but I held my tongue and before I could get angrier I got into the driver's seat, and took a few deep breaths. Shortly, I heard a sniffle and a quiet, "Mom?" from the backseat. "I'm sorry I screamed at you," Luke murmured. I was so surprised I could barely choke out, "I forgive you". My three-year-old has never apologized under his own steam. Not until this moment, anyway. It made me pause, and I realized that all of these times when I've been so ashamed of losing my temper, I did something right. I apologized. And my son's heartfelt apology is proof that we can learn from somebody else's mistakes. I have to keep turning. There's more to harvest.
The great thing about compost is that dead doesn't mean gone, or useless, or even sad. After you finish that delicious, juicy cantaloupe, you put the rind and seeds in the compost bin and a few weeks or months later you find the most healthy, warm, black soil in the entire world, just waiting for you to plant something new in it. Yes, perhaps you wish you could eat it again, if it was that delicious. But the memory is savory enough to last a long time. Or perhaps it was moldy before you got to it and nothing good came of it in life, but in the compost bin it can find a new cause! You might even get a surprise and find that one of the seeds has fallen just outside the bin and sprouted all on its own, volunteering a new, fruitful vine!
This I believe. Praise Jesus!
Monday, April 23, 2012
Seamus's First Tooth
We celebrate baby's first tooth like it's this miraculous thing, when the truth is: there's way more work to be done, and this is not really a unique experience! (We will, however, celebrate the fact that perhaps we can get a good night's sleep at last! maybe?) In an average person's lifetime, we push 52 teeth through our gums. 20 in early childhood, and 32 in young adulthood. Most kids at Seamus's age have already got six or eight teeth. He's a little behind the curve on this one. In two weeks, Seamus will be one year old. We are proud of all the effort he puts into growing, and this shiny little translucent tip of a tooth is going to be photographed lots more as it becomes less shy. Good work Seamus! Pace yourself! One down, fifty-one to go.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Our newest acrobat
When Luke is your older brother, you've got a lot to live up to in the "tricks" department. Luke just loves daring the heights, risking the jumps, flipping the loops. Little Seamus has the handicap of being three years younger, but he has also not shown much interest in Sport - beyond being amused by somebody else's antics, that is. In the last month or so he has gotten up on his hands and knees and picked up speed, although he's still faster doing the army crawl (he's got powerful obliques!). Then he has also decided that downward facing dog is a comfortable pose and that's been a funny favorite among his audience members. But in the last day or two he has decided the world looks better from a distance. That's right, he's standing up! He's not actually "cruising" yet (walking along furniture), but he's pulling himself up on anything that's just about the right height.
Whenever he gets a chance, my baby is going up (and yes, I misspelled that on purpose). With Luke I was so excited about these milestones that I hardly gave much thought to leaving his babyhood behind. With Seamus I have stopped just short of knocking him down so that he doesn't learn how to walk! He's been growing too fast since the moment he was born (the growth he did in my womb couldn't have gone fast enough.). *sigh* Growing up is hard for a mom to allow. Still, I'm proud of our newest acrobat.
My Mom always made up her own appropriate words to familiar song tunes, and I have carried on the tradition. Here's what we're singing around here:
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring Seamus on his flying trapeze. His actions: not graceful. His mom he does please! My love he has stolen away!
Whenever he gets a chance, my baby is going up (and yes, I misspelled that on purpose). With Luke I was so excited about these milestones that I hardly gave much thought to leaving his babyhood behind. With Seamus I have stopped just short of knocking him down so that he doesn't learn how to walk! He's been growing too fast since the moment he was born (the growth he did in my womb couldn't have gone fast enough.). *sigh* Growing up is hard for a mom to allow. Still, I'm proud of our newest acrobat.
My Mom always made up her own appropriate words to familiar song tunes, and I have carried on the tradition. Here's what we're singing around here:
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring Seamus on his flying trapeze. His actions: not graceful. His mom he does please! My love he has stolen away!
Monday, April 9, 2012
Looking out my back door
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Color Hunt, a shiny evening
Madelyn told Luke, "You look like Santa Claus!" while they made bubble beards. |
If they ever get married this photo is going in their wedding slideshow! |
The children warmed up with some hot chocolate and the adults with some tea, and then the kids asked to take a bath...? So we put them in the bath and visited over our tea for fifteen minutes without being disrupted by too much splashing! All in all it was a lovely way to spend an evening. There are so many fun things to do with Luke as he gets older, and I thank No Time For Flashcards for some great ideas, like the color hunt! And I thank my Mom, for telling me about No Time For Flashcards. It is sure encouraging to have resources like my Mom (a kindergarten teacher), and blogs like this, when I'm feeling brain dead as a parent.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Putting on the work boots
I moved some plants around last weekend and the boys played and played in the sunshine. I was surprised how long Seamus stayed happy in the playpen: nearly two hours! Luke was more enamored with the box that the sand toys were in than with the sand toys themselves! And I got to dig around in the dirt a little. The volunteer spinach is up and some of it is even ready to be picked. The weeds are doing spectacularly, of course. And the lawn looks fabulous after Derek de-thatched it. It's going to be a great summer. I have energy, and ideas, the children are so content to be outdoors, and we've got an early start on the yard work. I'm planting carrots this weekend!!
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Keeping up with the Joneses
Can you tell what this is out my dining room window?
I'm frightened.
Not because I'm scared of the injury that may be inflicted upon my child on such a contraption, but because my child will be able to see it from my dining room window. Can you guess what he's going to ask for for his birthday? Can you guess what he's going to want to do everyday from now until snowfall? Can you guess what the first words out of his mouth every morning will be? Can you guess what will interrupt our mealtimes with pleas to go play with the neighbors? Can you guess where I will find my child when I call for him and he doesn't answer?
I can.
I'm frightened.
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