Kiss It Better

Ivy tends to be more accident prone than my other children. When they trip and fall they have a 50/50 chance of missing whatever obstacles may cause them injury, but it seems as though Ivy will hit them every time. As a result she is always covered in small bumps and bruises. She currently has a black eye from colliding with Emery (who escaped the incident unscathed.) It always amazes me how thoroughly "kissing it better" will sooth the hurt of a child. I couldn't help but laugh after the following incident with Ivy.

She woke up after a few hours of sleep one night and wandered into the front room groggy and crying. I asked her what the matter was and she told me that she had bonked her head. I asked on what and she told me, "on the kitchen chair." I realized that she hadn't actually hit her head, but had only dreamed that she had. Given her track record I wasn't surprised to learn that this is the kind of nightmare that plagues her dreams. In attempt to comfort her I asked her to point to it and I would kiss it better. She gave me questioning look, then pointed at the kitchen chair.

Have Some Cake

For the kids birthdays I like to make them a special cake. Emery recently turned 2 so I made a Lady Bug Cake. Here are a few pictures of some of the cakes I made for the kids. When I find more pictures I will post them.

Giving Thanks

Each night when we go to bed we say a family prayer. (Usually 3 prayers because each of the girls have to say their own.) Lately Ivy has be getting creative with her prayers. Here are some of the things she is thankful for. Dance class, Mom's daughters, the park, dad's dirty wet hands, Grandma Sue's family, the chalk, the radio, her baby doll, and today she said to bless the prophet so he isn't lonely.

Bedtime Baby

Tonight after I put the kids to bed Emery began to yell from her crib "Baby, momma." (Translation: Mom I want a baby doll to sleep with.) I told her that she already had a small toy and couldn't have any more. She continued to ask for a while, and when she finally stopped I assumed she had given up. When I went to check on her later I discovered that she had not given up, but instead had one of her sisters help her. I had to take a picture. I believe I counted ten.

Rollie-Pollie Savior

We have tons of rollie-pollie bugs around our house. Every time we see one the girls scream with excitement and make me come look at them before they put them in the grass, which I have to say is more like torture than mercy. This happens several times a day and yet they continue to be amazed by them. Occasionally, they wander into the house and we have to take them outside so they don't die. A few days ago they spotted one of these stray rollie-pollies in the bathroom, and quickly beckoned me to come look. I immediately noticed that it was already dead, and I told them so, but my kids were not deterred. They gently picked it up and took it outside and put it in the grass. I am happy to report that they successfully saved the dead rollie-pollie.

Coy

Emery is very good at trying to manipulating you to get her way. One of the things she does is cast her eyes downward and tilt her chin then coyly glance up at you and smile. It is so cute it usually works. We just got these pictures and they are so Emery I had to post them.

Playing Church

Recently, I have caught my kids playing church together. It is so cute. Yesterday Sloane asked if I would like to play church with her. I readily agreed. Sloane wanted to be the primary teacher, so she stood in front of her chalk board easel and started with a prayer. Then she told me, "In church my teacher tells a story. Sometimes there are pictures, but she doesn't let us see when there aren't picture and only just words. I'll tell a story, but I don't have a picture. Okay?" Then she told me this story.

"Sometimes when there is a little boy who doesn't want to share his crayons with his sister, and that is not nice, and so he is suppose to share with his sister, and so he gives her the crayon, but just the color he doesn't like, and then he shares (is sharing). Then he takes it away, and that makes her sad, and she cries, and then he gives her a crayon, but the color he doesn't like and that makes her happy. Ya know. "

I told her that that was a great lesson on sharing, and that she is an awesome teacher. We had another prayer then lined up to go into the other room for singing time. Where we sang a few songs. It was great.

What I learned: sharing according to Sloane is, if you have to share just share the things you don't like.