Happy day for Miss S

While I was traveling, the Professor introduced Miss S to the movie Frozen.  Since then we spend parts of most days watching the movie, or listening to the songs, or watching clips online.  This girl loves Elsa, Anna, and Olaf.  (During the Sacrament at church recently, she had to be carried out after loudly saying "watch Frozen Mommy's phone," and getting upset at the answer.)

Our elementary school recently had a carnival.  One event was "Meet Queen Elsa."  While Miss S didn't say much during the actual meeting, she has told me repeatedly since then about when Miss S and Elsa got their picture taken on Mommy's phone.

Dinosaur Project

When Young A was small, we inherited a much beloved pair of dinosaur sweats from my brother's family. After being loved by their family and ours, they are worn out. I copied my sister-in-law's ingenious pattern and have made a pair for Young M and Young T. It's fun to have the dinosaurs around again.

Young A's Christmas List

For Christmas I want....

1. electron mikraskop

2. remowt-control cars

3. sise kit

4. Legos

5. Art suplys

6. u bild game

7. choclit scrabel

8. tape

I thought I could bake, but...

Found on Young A's homework:

Write a prediction about what will happen next.

...

4. Mom makes a cake.

The cake will burn up.

Maybe I was wrong.

Still here

The last few weeks have been busy. Some days have been good, some harder. I've been learning again to make choices that make a difference. I'm still trying to find words for the lessons I'm learning. When I figure it out, I'll share. In the meantime, I found the camera, and the pincurls worked even better the second time. Did I mention how fast kids grow?

Miss E: Lawyer or mathematician?

I was on the phone today when Miss E was telling me she and Young M wanted to play the Wii. She said:

A. We will turn it off when you ask us to.

B. We will play Lego Star Wars.

C. We will play together.

I was left thinking, "Where in the world did that come from?!"

For future reference

Do not sword fight with gogurts. If one of them surreptitiously opens, the mess will be spectacular and your mother will be underwhelmed.

Pin curls

This last weekend we experimented. Both girls got pin curls after their baths. It turned out really well and neither one complained about sleeping on them. We'll do it again, I'm sure. (Of course, the camera went missing until after they were mostly fallen out. Maybe next time I can get pictures.)

From the mouths of babes

This week at church the children put on their presentation. I honestly didn't think that many children could sit that well for that long. All of the children remembered their parts. Young A has learned to slow down since last year when he stole the show with his speed talking. Miss M loves to be mature and do everything just right. She was quite obviously aware that she was on stage. She did well. And Miss E did her best to steal the show this year. She was right in the front and kept finagling her way right in front of a microphone. Her little staccato voice could be heard just enough to tell it was her. Later reports were that my children entertained more than one teenager in the audience.

Dear Mom,

Goodbye baby

Today Young T did his best to convince me that he's no baby, he's a little boy.

~He escaped when someone left the front door open. I didn't know he could go so far, so fast.

~He opened the fridge to get some eggs. When he couldn't get the carton out, he ripped the side of it off to get to the eggs.

~He grabbed the table cloth while in the high chair, pulled it close enough to get the applesauce and spoon on it, and dug in.

~He continued his climbing expeditions. Neither tables nor chairs are safe from him.

It's time to baby-proof yet again and raise the level of supervision that boy gets.

On the way home from the library

Miss M: Fake blood? Cool. Mom, do we have corn syrup?

Young M: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Miss E: When a mommy has a baby in her tummy, she shouldn't eat sweets. This book says so.

Miss M: A working model lung!

Young M: 10, 11, 12, 13. Mom, what does 1 and 2 make?

Young A: On Venus it's hot enough to melt lead!

Young M: Mom, what is this number?

Me: I'm driving. I can't look. Ask Miss E.

Young M: Miss E, what is this?

Miss E: It's a six.

Miss M: It takes twenty four hours for your food to turn into poop.

Young A: Venus's day is longer than it's year!

Miss E: There are two words "can" that are spelled the same but mean different things!

Miss M: A nutrition balance helps you balance your nutrition.

Young M: 12, 4, 16.

Young A: Venus's day is 243 days long.

Miss M: A model hand?!

Miss E: Like "The beans are in a can." or "George can paint."

Miss M: Make your own edible cell? Mom do we have some candy the size of a gumball?

A disagreement in chocolate

About a month ago, Young T discovered the drawer in my nightstand, the drawer I keep my chocolate stash in. I rescued one of my birthday chocolates with two tiny teeth marks on top. Ever since that first taste, Young T and I have been having a major disagreement. He makes a bee-line for the drawer, snatches a brown chocolate paper, stuffs it in his mouth, and spits it out in disgust when he realizes it is empty. He grabs a Lindt ball and chomps it almost in two until it begins to ooze from the side and he gets a taste. Then he howls in rage when I take it away. We compromise on the chocolate bars. I let him carry them around and chew on them, but I don't unwrap them. I don't think I've ever had this much competition for my sweets.