We celebrated Isaac's birthday this week. It was on a school day but Isaac felt it should begin with jubilation. How better to do that than by requesting breakfast in bed? This is exactly what he asked me for as he went to bed the night before his birthday.
Yeah right! I told him that I might be able to manage some toast, seeing as the next morning was a school morning. At this he gave up, because toast isn't good enough for a breakfast in bed. It should include pancakes or waffles and fresh squeezed juice. Thank you T.V. I know this must be where he got the idea, because he has never experienced that kind of treatment at our house.
Anyway, Happy Birthday to Isaac. He received some grand gifts and has spent most of the last few days putting together legos that he got for his birthday.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Us Girls
The usual Sunday routine is lunch with my parents and grandmother after church. Today was no different. We sat, held hands to pray and then began to dig in. With 5 adults and two rambunctious children at the table it is usually every man, woman and child for themselves. The boys ask for ketchup and cheese. My dad asks for the onions while I dip out a bit of guacamole for myself. Grandma asks for the chips and then my dad complains that Nathan still has the meat at his end of the table. This, of course prompts Nathan to shove the meat farther from my father and obligates me to retrieve the meat before all is lost and Dad gets no protein at all. By this time, the boys are finished eating and asking for chocolate chip cookies or to be excused.
Today the only difference was my mother, whom unknown to the whole table, was sitting with her hands folded under her chin and gazing at the Sunday rigamaroll. The passing of the bowls had finally stopped and the clatter of forks were on the rise but my mother was still poised in her chair just staring at us all.
My dad got wind that something was amiss and asked my mother what the problem was. My mother, the woman who has never had trouble asserting herself in our family says to us all: "I was just wondering when someone would pass me something to eat."
The statement caught all of us with forks half way to our mouths. The martyrdom was apparent in the air and as all good families would do...we laughed at her and then passed her everything at once.
Well, she asked for it didn't she. :-)
Later on this evening, we ate dinner with another family. They are good friends and have a daughter about Aaron's age. The conversation was moving briskly and everyone was talking except their little girl. After several minutes of silence from her, she spoke up clearly with this sentence "I was just wondering when someone was going to talk to me".
Immediately, my mind went to my mother's statement and the thought crossed my mind. I guess us girls never really change.
Today the only difference was my mother, whom unknown to the whole table, was sitting with her hands folded under her chin and gazing at the Sunday rigamaroll. The passing of the bowls had finally stopped and the clatter of forks were on the rise but my mother was still poised in her chair just staring at us all.
My dad got wind that something was amiss and asked my mother what the problem was. My mother, the woman who has never had trouble asserting herself in our family says to us all: "I was just wondering when someone would pass me something to eat."
The statement caught all of us with forks half way to our mouths. The martyrdom was apparent in the air and as all good families would do...we laughed at her and then passed her everything at once.
Well, she asked for it didn't she. :-)
Later on this evening, we ate dinner with another family. They are good friends and have a daughter about Aaron's age. The conversation was moving briskly and everyone was talking except their little girl. After several minutes of silence from her, she spoke up clearly with this sentence "I was just wondering when someone was going to talk to me".
Immediately, my mind went to my mother's statement and the thought crossed my mind. I guess us girls never really change.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
He Can Read!
Aaron and I were sitting on my bed tonight doing homework. Every week he has a packet of work to do and this week was no exception. We were on page two and I was pointing to a picture of a mop. Beside the mop were two word choices: mop and man.
I directed him to circle the word that went with the picture. He looked at me and said. I don't know which one it is mom. Should I circle man or mop?" Realization washed over me and I stared at the boy who up until now has showed no interest in actually reading anything.
"I never told you what the words were on this one, Aaron. How did you know it was man?"
A sly little grin spread over his face and a giggle gurgled up from his throat. It is a good thing that his smile can melt me in whatever mood I am in. I grabbed him in my arms and hugged him tight. "You can read!" I shouted. Aaron just kept on giggling.
Now, I just wonder how long the boy has had me shnookered.
I directed him to circle the word that went with the picture. He looked at me and said. I don't know which one it is mom. Should I circle man or mop?" Realization washed over me and I stared at the boy who up until now has showed no interest in actually reading anything.
"I never told you what the words were on this one, Aaron. How did you know it was man?"
A sly little grin spread over his face and a giggle gurgled up from his throat. It is a good thing that his smile can melt me in whatever mood I am in. I grabbed him in my arms and hugged him tight. "You can read!" I shouted. Aaron just kept on giggling.
Now, I just wonder how long the boy has had me shnookered.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Working It Off - Dave Ramsey Style
This last Saturday found us all standing in the Wii aisle at Fry's. Isaac had his hands wrapped around several games. He was looking at them with a kind of intense frenzy that only an eight year old can accomplish about a video game.
"Pleeeaassee mom, can I have the Lego Star Wars game. It has all 6 episodes!"
I looked at it and thought that surely Nathan wouldn't allow it because we have plenty of games, but then I saw it had Lego Leia IN the metal bikini. I knew he would go for it then because a Lego Leia in the bikini (movie 6) is just strange and Nathan is all about the strange things in life.
So with a promise to work off the 20.00 that Isaac didn't have to buy the game, Nathan and I bought it for him and took it home.
On Sunday, we set a box of medical supplies in front of our boy and told him to start sorting. At first he balked. After all, work is not his strong suit. But then we reminded him of his promise to pay back the 20.00 and the sorting began.
When he had finished sorting plus completed a couple other "interest charge"chores, we told him he had cleared his debt with his parents and he was free to do what he wanted.
In true Dave Ramsey form, Isaac stood in our kitchen, raised his arms toward the sky and screamed out loud...."I'm DEBT FREE...FREEDOM!"
"Pleeeaassee mom, can I have the Lego Star Wars game. It has all 6 episodes!"
I looked at it and thought that surely Nathan wouldn't allow it because we have plenty of games, but then I saw it had Lego Leia IN the metal bikini. I knew he would go for it then because a Lego Leia in the bikini (movie 6) is just strange and Nathan is all about the strange things in life.
So with a promise to work off the 20.00 that Isaac didn't have to buy the game, Nathan and I bought it for him and took it home.
On Sunday, we set a box of medical supplies in front of our boy and told him to start sorting. At first he balked. After all, work is not his strong suit. But then we reminded him of his promise to pay back the 20.00 and the sorting began.
When he had finished sorting plus completed a couple other "interest charge"chores, we told him he had cleared his debt with his parents and he was free to do what he wanted.
In true Dave Ramsey form, Isaac stood in our kitchen, raised his arms toward the sky and screamed out loud...."I'm DEBT FREE...FREEDOM!"
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