Shower

It was Saturday morning and I hadn't picked out Jesse's clothes the night before so when he got up he came into our room.

"Mom, you didn't pick out my clothes."

"I know buddy!"

He crawled up onto the bed with me, grinning all the while. We are a real "kids sleep in their own beds" kind of family. He flopped down next to me and said, "Why do you smell like a shower?"

I laughed and said, "Cuz I took a shower last night. I like to be clean."

"Oh, it smells good."

Legoland!

With this house full of boys, and Legos always underfoot, it seems only fitting we would take a vacation to be surrounded by even more Legos. Wait, what? At least we weren't stepping on these!

And yes, we do color cordinate when we are out in large groups.

 

It was a little chilly to start out the day, but that didn't stop us from jumping right in to the fun.

 

I personally love how Noah and Simon pretented to eat the pretzel, and so Jesse joined right in, but he was "eating" the rolling pin. Love it!

 

We took a millon pictures, it was all so fun! The boys got drivers licenses, which they are still carrying around and flashing to me.

 

We have never seen so many Legos in all our lives. It turns out we think we could have gone two days because we did skip some things, but it was a jam packed fun day and I'm so glad we took the time to go this year when all four of the boys are still so into Lego.

Threats

Jesse has a temper on him. Don't know where he gets that!

We were talking about being an astronaut one day and he asked if anyone could be an astronaut. I told him that you have to go to a special school to get the training on how to work in outer space and you have to be smart and in shape. I further told him it wasn't anything I was interested in. He said he'd go to astronaut school and take me to outer space. So sweet, even though I wouldn't go.

One evening I had already tucked him in bed and was fixing the covers on Simon's bed when Jesse came over to Simon's bed. I took Jesse by the shoulders and spun him to face his bed and propelled him that way and told him to get back in bed. I wasn't even being mean, I promise! He went, but got all teary eyed.

I asked him what was wrong. He said he was mad at me for making him go to bed. I tucked him in again and I'm laughing. I laugh at the kids when they are being ridiculous. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but it's what happens. He got more mad because I was laughing and then he got all indignant and he said, "Well I'm not going to take you to outer space!"

Well indeed, my heart is broken. I just smiled and said, "Well I guess that is your choice since I'm not an astronaut."

He was apparently not satisfied with my response, as I was not fully remorseful for making him go to bed AND miss my trip to outer space. He upped the ante. "I'm not going to kiss you anymore!"

I just looked at him with my eyebrows raised, because at our house if you make a ridiculous statement like that I will hold you to it so that you are a man of your word, and the boys have learned it's best to not make those overreaching blanket statements in the heat of the moment. He quickly amended, "...for a week."

I again looked at him and said, "Well, that's too bad, I sure will miss those kisses, but that is your decision." And then I smothered him with kisses. Which he laughed, but did not reciprocate.

The next day I was telling Tim about it with Jesse standing by me and then I kissed him, and he kissed me right back. I laughed and said, "I didn't think you could go a whole week without kissing your Mama!" Tim chimed in, "I know I couldn't!"

A week or so later I was cutting chicken for chicken salad and Jesse was stirring the chicken salad. Jesse asked if he could cut the chicken. I told him no, that it was a pretty sharp knife. He said, "But I'm a good cutter! I can cut good!"

"I know you can Jesse, but I'm not comfortable with you using this sharp of a knife. You are only four."

"But I'm a good cutter!"

"I know."

"Fine. Then I'm not taking you to outer space!"

Indeed. We are back to that.

How to annoy a liberal

Believe in God.
Worship him in church every Sunday.
Pay for your own education.
Get a job.
Judge people on the content of their character, not their skin or social class.
Fall in love.
Get married.
Have children.
Lots of them.
Own guns.
Grow your own food.
Teach your children to shoot.
Eat meat.
Homeschool.
Stay informed.
Stay married.
Donate to charity.
Build a business.
Work.
Understand retirement is not a right.
Embrace capitalism.
Work hard.
Love your spouse with all your soul.
Be self sufficient, not government sufficient.
Be prepared.
Love your country, community, and fellow man.
Don't impose your beliefs on anyone else.
Have convictions.
Stand by your convictions.
Be happy.

Spelling Words

Eli and I were working on his spelling words. First I have him read through them so he can pronounce them. Then we discuss their meanings, trying to broaden his vocabulary.

This week we have a lot of "ive" words. We got to "attractive." I said, "Do you know what attractive means?"

"Not really."

"I'll use it in a sentence: Dad thinks I'm attractive." Then I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

"Oh, okay," as he half rolls his eyes at me, smirking.

"So Eli, do you think I'm attractive?" Why do I do set myself up like this?

He laughs, "No, you're only attractive to Dad!"

I cracked up and then teased him and smothered him with hugs. That kid!