Brooke will be four on September 10th. She should be maturing right? Learning to control her impulses? Learning right from wrong? I'm sure on some scale she is, but on days like yesterday I just don't understand her. I could pull my hair out and if Rex had any on top of his head I'm sure he would.
I was downstairs cleaning up the kitchen. Jacob yelled to me from the landing upstairs and said, "Mom, you'd better come here quick." Rex heard Jacob and went to Brooke's room since he was already upstairs. I didn't rush upstairs, but I could hear Rex yelling, "I don't understand you Brooke. What were you thinking? Erin why didn't you stop her?" With my curiosity piqued, I went upstairs. Brooke had taken EVERYTHING out of all eight drawers of her dresser and had thrown it all on the floor. That must have been step one. She had also taken a good portion of the things hanging in her closet and thrown them on the floor. Rex was flabbergasted. He kept asking, "why, whhhhy, WHY?" We gave Brooke the opportunity to help, but there she lay on her bed. I told Rex that maybe we should take everything - including toys - out of Brooke's room since she didn't know how to take care of her things. He agreed that it was a good idea. Brooke started to cry and refused to help clean up. I took her to a timeout in my bathroom. It was actually a blessing in disguise. I needed to go through Brooke's clothes and pack away the winter ones. Brooke cried in the bathroom while I finished the job. I took some of her toys out to the landing to take down to the garage.
After church as we sat down to dinner Rex asked if Brooke would like to say the blessing on the food. Her prayers are usually somewhat strange. We often have to hold back the giggles as she prays. Yesterday was no different. In her blessing on the food she said, "And please bless me that I will be happy that all my toys were taken away." It was so matter-of-fact. The funny thing was half of her toys were still in her closet.
Tomorrow I'll write about her talk on baptism.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Packed
Kids say the darndest things, don't they?
Erin didn't used to be a picky eater. She used to love meat and scrambled eggs. Now the only meat she will eat is a hamburger patty or ground beef in her dad's cowboy goulash. I think it's a texture thing. There are some things she loves, however. Grilled cheese sandwiches are her favorite - not the kind mom makes, but the ones on white bread that you get when you go out to eat.
One night we went out to dinner. I can't remember where, but it must of been somewhere where Erin was able to order a grilled cheese. She was hungry and ate a lot. Unable to finish what was on her plate, she looked at us and said, "I can't eat anything else, I'm packed." Stuffed - Packed they mean the same thing, right?
Erin didn't used to be a picky eater. She used to love meat and scrambled eggs. Now the only meat she will eat is a hamburger patty or ground beef in her dad's cowboy goulash. I think it's a texture thing. There are some things she loves, however. Grilled cheese sandwiches are her favorite - not the kind mom makes, but the ones on white bread that you get when you go out to eat.
One night we went out to dinner. I can't remember where, but it must of been somewhere where Erin was able to order a grilled cheese. She was hungry and ate a lot. Unable to finish what was on her plate, she looked at us and said, "I can't eat anything else, I'm packed." Stuffed - Packed they mean the same thing, right?
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Can I bring the blog back to life?
Well, I didn't go two months without posting, but it's close. I got so wrapped up in my digital scrapbooking that blogging took the back seat for awhile. I did over 60 digital pages in less than one month. Yes, I was a bit obsessed. :)
Blogging is so much easier to do than physically writing in my journal, but I'm still having a hard time making time. When I talk to my mom on the phone and I tell her something funny that one of the kids said, she will usually say, "I hope you're writing these things down." My mom has kept a journal ever since I can remember and she has captured memories that would have been long forgotten. I definitely need to be better. So if my posts start to seem ordinary or mundane it's my way of keeping my blog alive with consistency even if what I'm writing about isn't something fabulous.
Here's to many more posts - I hope (fingers crossed).
Blogging is so much easier to do than physically writing in my journal, but I'm still having a hard time making time. When I talk to my mom on the phone and I tell her something funny that one of the kids said, she will usually say, "I hope you're writing these things down." My mom has kept a journal ever since I can remember and she has captured memories that would have been long forgotten. I definitely need to be better. So if my posts start to seem ordinary or mundane it's my way of keeping my blog alive with consistency even if what I'm writing about isn't something fabulous.
Here's to many more posts - I hope (fingers crossed).
Sunday, March 18, 2007
A new found addiction...
Well, part of the reason I was selling all that stuff on Ebay was to finance a new computer purchase. The reason for this purchase was so I can move on to the world of digital scrapbooking. I was hoping to buy an IMac.
Isn't it normally that children become more knowledgeable than their parents about technology? Not in my family - my mom has paved the way becoming quite the pro with digital photography, making movies, perfecting photos with Photoshop Elements and now the world of digital scrapbooking. I remember when I bought my first digital camera. My Mom has always loved to take pictures and I thought to myself...Mom, will never own a digital camera. Never, ever, say, Never.
So this weekend I took the girls to visit Liz and Patrick. I knew that Patrick could teach me a thing or two about Adobe Photoshop Elements and I wanted to compare using this program with Pages that my mom uses on her iMac. Patrick taught me a lot and we created my first digital scrapbook page using the embellishments my mom had scanned and given to me on a disk. It was fun and Patrick survived my Rumbi Grill burps. :) Thanks, Patrick. I owe you!
So below you'll find a sample of my new addiction....digital scrapbooking. I so looooove it! In addition to my first page you can see some of my other pages - all created with FREE embellishments off of the internet.
Oh, and one more thing! Costco prints out 12 x 36 sheets of photo paper, so I get three pages for my album for $2.99! It's $5.00 in Utah, but this is a new Costco and they're not sure how much to charge, YET!
The first page.....
Isn't it normally that children become more knowledgeable than their parents about technology? Not in my family - my mom has paved the way becoming quite the pro with digital photography, making movies, perfecting photos with Photoshop Elements and now the world of digital scrapbooking. I remember when I bought my first digital camera. My Mom has always loved to take pictures and I thought to myself...Mom, will never own a digital camera. Never, ever, say, Never.
So this weekend I took the girls to visit Liz and Patrick. I knew that Patrick could teach me a thing or two about Adobe Photoshop Elements and I wanted to compare using this program with Pages that my mom uses on her iMac. Patrick taught me a lot and we created my first digital scrapbook page using the embellishments my mom had scanned and given to me on a disk. It was fun and Patrick survived my Rumbi Grill burps. :) Thanks, Patrick. I owe you!
So below you'll find a sample of my new addiction....digital scrapbooking. I so looooove it! In addition to my first page you can see some of my other pages - all created with FREE embellishments off of the internet.
Oh, and one more thing! Costco prints out 12 x 36 sheets of photo paper, so I get three pages for my album for $2.99! It's $5.00 in Utah, but this is a new Costco and they're not sure how much to charge, YET!
The first page.....
The second page....
third page...
fourth page...
Monday, March 12, 2007
Addicted to Ebay
I call my thoughts about Ebay an addition because I wake up in the morning and the first thing I want to do is go and check my auctions to see if some night owl bid on one of my items overnight. Literally, I wake up, use the bathroom, put on my workout clothes and then log-on to Ebay.
I was a Creative Memories consultant for 10 years. During the last few years I often bought things I didn't need. When new items came out I would buy at least one just to make sure that I had at least one of everything to show people. I sold quite a bit in the beginning, but it really tapered off once we moved to Brighton. In other words, I have a lot of supplies that I don't need. In my quest to declutter AND purchase a new IMac Computer I started listing some of my items on Ebay. Wow! They sold!! Out of everything I've listed (nearly 100 items) only two items didn't sell. Pretty good, huh?
Well, what was fun in the beginning is now an obsession. I list 10 items each day and go to the post office once a day. Today my earnings reached $600! Can you see now why I've become so obessed. Bid with confidence - I ship fast! lol
Check out my auctions:
http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZbekspartiesQQhtZ-1
I was a Creative Memories consultant for 10 years. During the last few years I often bought things I didn't need. When new items came out I would buy at least one just to make sure that I had at least one of everything to show people. I sold quite a bit in the beginning, but it really tapered off once we moved to Brighton. In other words, I have a lot of supplies that I don't need. In my quest to declutter AND purchase a new IMac Computer I started listing some of my items on Ebay. Wow! They sold!! Out of everything I've listed (nearly 100 items) only two items didn't sell. Pretty good, huh?
Well, what was fun in the beginning is now an obsession. I list 10 items each day and go to the post office once a day. Today my earnings reached $600! Can you see now why I've become so obessed. Bid with confidence - I ship fast! lol
Check out my auctions:
http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZbekspartiesQQhtZ-1
Thursday, March 8, 2007
72 inches and 69.5 inches
I promised myself that I wouldn't let a month go by without a post.....I just barely made it.
Yesterday I took Michael and Jacob to the Drs. for a "sports physical" so they could run track at Vikan. As they went back to the examining room I asked the nurse to please have them remove their shoes when she measured their height because I really wanted to know exactly how tall they are. After they went in with the Dr. she came back to tell me that Michael was 72 inches and Jacob was 69.5 - I did the math quickly. Yes, Michael was as tall as we thought, 6 feet and Jacob is nearly there at almost 5' 10". It's really amazing to me that they were about one inch different in height when they were born and for the past 13 years it has remained almost the same. The Dr. seems convinced that they aren't done growing and even more convinced that they should play basketball. He said they wouldn't need to do much - just stand under the basket and drop the ball in. The assistant principal at Vikan asked if the "Johnson Twin Towers" (his nickname) were going to play basketball just before the season started, but they declined.
Their love right now is soccer, especially because their indoor soccer team is undefeated and will win their division. It's fun to go their games and listen to the parents all around saying, "How OLD are these boys - look how tall they are!!" Whenever I can I mention that the two tallest boys on the team are my boys and yes, indeed, they are only 13 years old.
The weather was nice today so I took the kids to the park. Michael and Jacob practiced some juggling.
Jacob
Michael
Yesterday I took Michael and Jacob to the Drs. for a "sports physical" so they could run track at Vikan. As they went back to the examining room I asked the nurse to please have them remove their shoes when she measured their height because I really wanted to know exactly how tall they are. After they went in with the Dr. she came back to tell me that Michael was 72 inches and Jacob was 69.5 - I did the math quickly. Yes, Michael was as tall as we thought, 6 feet and Jacob is nearly there at almost 5' 10". It's really amazing to me that they were about one inch different in height when they were born and for the past 13 years it has remained almost the same. The Dr. seems convinced that they aren't done growing and even more convinced that they should play basketball. He said they wouldn't need to do much - just stand under the basket and drop the ball in. The assistant principal at Vikan asked if the "Johnson Twin Towers" (his nickname) were going to play basketball just before the season started, but they declined.
Their love right now is soccer, especially because their indoor soccer team is undefeated and will win their division. It's fun to go their games and listen to the parents all around saying, "How OLD are these boys - look how tall they are!!" Whenever I can I mention that the two tallest boys on the team are my boys and yes, indeed, they are only 13 years old.
The weather was nice today so I took the kids to the park. Michael and Jacob practiced some juggling.
Jacob
Michael
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Hand-me-downs
I've been going through clothes the past couple of days. The Lupus foundation called a couple of days ago and asked it I had any donations. I knew I could come up with at least a bag so I said put me down for a pick-up.
The first drawer that I went through was Erin's "top" drawer. It's the one with undies, socks, tights, hair bows, jewelry and a few other odds and ends. This drawer was far beyond cluttered. I dumped everything out and threw it on Erin's bed. I threw away a bunch of cheap jewelry and some socks without matches and then I made a pile of things to pass on down to Brooke. Despite the girls being born in different seasons, it has worked to pass the clothes on down the line. Erin has grown out of some of her underwear so I made a pile to transfer to Brooke's drawer.
Later in the day Brooke decided to change her clothes - happens too often and usually at least once a day. She came running downstairs with a handful of underwear and exclaimed, "Mom, these aren't mine, they're Erin's." I explained that Erin had grown out of them and they were here NEW underwear. She was visibly excited and ran off giggling. I'm sure this is only the excitement of a three year old and soon hand-me-downs won't be so exciting.
A few minutes later Brooke appeared without pants. She had managed to put on ALL (including those she already had in her drawer) of her pairs of underwear! She looked very padded. I told her we needed to go pick up Erin from school so she needed to put on a pair of pants. She managed to pull a pair of pants on over the underwear, but then started to cry because everything was too tight. Imagine that?! We took her pants off and I searched for the camera because I knew her "padded" look wasn't going to last much longer. ARG! I couldn't find it! I'm so sorry that you won't see the look, but I did count as I took each pair off...1..2...3...4...16!! Yes, my daughter put on 16 pairs of underwear! Talented, huh?!
The first drawer that I went through was Erin's "top" drawer. It's the one with undies, socks, tights, hair bows, jewelry and a few other odds and ends. This drawer was far beyond cluttered. I dumped everything out and threw it on Erin's bed. I threw away a bunch of cheap jewelry and some socks without matches and then I made a pile of things to pass on down to Brooke. Despite the girls being born in different seasons, it has worked to pass the clothes on down the line. Erin has grown out of some of her underwear so I made a pile to transfer to Brooke's drawer.
Later in the day Brooke decided to change her clothes - happens too often and usually at least once a day. She came running downstairs with a handful of underwear and exclaimed, "Mom, these aren't mine, they're Erin's." I explained that Erin had grown out of them and they were here NEW underwear. She was visibly excited and ran off giggling. I'm sure this is only the excitement of a three year old and soon hand-me-downs won't be so exciting.
A few minutes later Brooke appeared without pants. She had managed to put on ALL (including those she already had in her drawer) of her pairs of underwear! She looked very padded. I told her we needed to go pick up Erin from school so she needed to put on a pair of pants. She managed to pull a pair of pants on over the underwear, but then started to cry because everything was too tight. Imagine that?! We took her pants off and I searched for the camera because I knew her "padded" look wasn't going to last much longer. ARG! I couldn't find it! I'm so sorry that you won't see the look, but I did count as I took each pair off...1..2...3...4...16!! Yes, my daughter put on 16 pairs of underwear! Talented, huh?!
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