Yesterday was a long day to end an even longer week of teaching 8th graders. By the time I left school at 3:45 to go pick up ElijahI could barely keep my eyes open. I yawned incessantly and found it very difficult to focus on the job of driving. However, thanks to Elijah telling me "Watch out for that car/truck/mailbox" all the way home and thanks to God's protection, we made it home safely. We let the dogs out, got the mail out of the box, and went upstairs. That's when I decided it was time to make a pot of coffee. I normally don't drink caffeine past noon or at the very latest 2 or 3 because it keeps me awake that night; this, on the other hand, was an emergency. I had to keep Elijah entertained for a few hours until it was time to meet Daddy to do some furniture shopping and eat dinner w/ his parents. Granny (Jason's mom) arrived around 5:30 and I started getting Elijah and myself ready for dinner. I was changing Elijah into some blue jeans and I said, "I'm so sleepy." His response was, "I not sleepy. I just tired." I'm not sure what the difference is but he sure sounded confident.
Today he made another comment that cracked me up. I couldn't laugh at him though. He was experiencing a little bit of "intestinal difficulty" and told me, "Mommy, my poo poo hurting my bottom. You need to spank it!" It took every ounce of self control not to laugh at him because he was in tears. I just rubbed his belly until everything felt better. Then we went and changed a pull up. Good times!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Dinner at the Newsomes' House
Two funny dinner time quotes from my little man:
Several weeks ago Vonnie (aka Granny) brought McDonald's to Elijah and me for dinner because Jason was working late. Elijah was having trouble getting motivated to eat his dinner, so I told him, "There's a cookie over here with your name on it if you'll eat your dinner." Finally, after much coaxing, he finished his chicken nuggets and fries. I handed him his cookie. He looked at it. He turned it over to look at the other side. "Where's my name?" he asked with all sincerity. Granny and I rolled!
Tonight at dinner I asked Jason about his proposed date idea... go to Calhoun or somewhere similar for a mini shopping spree since we missed Valentine's day... I said, "You're talking about clothes shopping, right?" Elijah looked at his daddy and asked, "Yeah, Daddy, you talking close or open?" We both lost it which prompted a case of the giggles in Elijah. It was a fun dinner at our house tonight. I love my two guys!
Several weeks ago Vonnie (aka Granny) brought McDonald's to Elijah and me for dinner because Jason was working late. Elijah was having trouble getting motivated to eat his dinner, so I told him, "There's a cookie over here with your name on it if you'll eat your dinner." Finally, after much coaxing, he finished his chicken nuggets and fries. I handed him his cookie. He looked at it. He turned it over to look at the other side. "Where's my name?" he asked with all sincerity. Granny and I rolled!
Tonight at dinner I asked Jason about his proposed date idea... go to Calhoun or somewhere similar for a mini shopping spree since we missed Valentine's day... I said, "You're talking about clothes shopping, right?" Elijah looked at his daddy and asked, "Yeah, Daddy, you talking close or open?" We both lost it which prompted a case of the giggles in Elijah. It was a fun dinner at our house tonight. I love my two guys!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Once upon a dream
Last spring we decided to take a summer trip to the beach. But first let me backtrack 9 years...
When Jason and I started planning our honeymoon, we asked a few friends to recommend some nice spots in Florida. I had never really had a beach vacation, and Jason had fond memories of going to the beach as a child and teenager. As luck would have it, my best friend from college and her husband had just purchased a vacation home in Panama City Beach, Florida, and were unbelievably generous. They gave us three nights (sandwiched in between two other renters) at the house for free. Another family friend whom I have known since birth gave us a full week at a time share condo in Ormond Beach, Florida.
When Jason and I arrived at the Venture Out resort in PCB the day after our wedding, we were excited to see the little vacation house that awaited us. We were delighted to find a two-bedroom, two-bathroom house with a full kitchen, dining area, and living room. The decor was tasteful and beautiful. There were two pools in the resort, one on the beach and one on a lagoon at the back of the resort. There were tennis courts, shuffle board courts, and a mini putting green. The beach was beautiful until Jason went running into the surf, stepped into a hole, and tore all the ligaments in his ankle. We spent hours in the ER. But that's another story.
That was in July 2000. Two years later we decided to go back to the PCB house. Then again in 2003. That time we were accompanied by my brother Daniel and his first wife Esther. We had a lot of fun spending the week relaxing, swimming, throwing frisbee on the beach, eating at nice restaurants, and just enjoying family. The next few years passed quickly until 2006 when we decided to go back once again. I remember when we arrived home after our week in paradise, I quipped, "Do you realize we just took what might be our last vacation before we have a family?" Sure enough, almost a year to the day later, Elijah Bryan joined our family on 7/21/07.
That brings us up to date for the purposes of this story.
We decided to take Elijah to the beach for the first time in July 2009. We knew he would have a good time, especially if we prepped him for it. So we decided to start talking about it early and often so that he would be pumped about the trip. As soon as we had set our dates, we started talking about the beach, and Florida, and how much fun it was going to be. Then just a few weeks before leaving, we started chanting "We're going to Florida" over and over every day.
Well, when we finally got to Florida, I started a record of our adventures. That last two days. Then I didn't have internet connection, so I just let time get away from me and didn't really record what we did. I just looked back at my narratives of the first two days and I have to say: I'm so excited that we're going back this year.
Just yesterday we reserved "our house" in PCB for a full week. I am so excited! Elijah is pumped! Jason is stoked! A whole week of the Newsome Three.
When Elijah got up from his nap just a while ago, I asked him if he had any dreams.
"Yep," he replied. "I dreamed about the beach."
Fabulous!
When Jason and I started planning our honeymoon, we asked a few friends to recommend some nice spots in Florida. I had never really had a beach vacation, and Jason had fond memories of going to the beach as a child and teenager. As luck would have it, my best friend from college and her husband had just purchased a vacation home in Panama City Beach, Florida, and were unbelievably generous. They gave us three nights (sandwiched in between two other renters) at the house for free. Another family friend whom I have known since birth gave us a full week at a time share condo in Ormond Beach, Florida.
When Jason and I arrived at the Venture Out resort in PCB the day after our wedding, we were excited to see the little vacation house that awaited us. We were delighted to find a two-bedroom, two-bathroom house with a full kitchen, dining area, and living room. The decor was tasteful and beautiful. There were two pools in the resort, one on the beach and one on a lagoon at the back of the resort. There were tennis courts, shuffle board courts, and a mini putting green. The beach was beautiful until Jason went running into the surf, stepped into a hole, and tore all the ligaments in his ankle. We spent hours in the ER. But that's another story.
That was in July 2000. Two years later we decided to go back to the PCB house. Then again in 2003. That time we were accompanied by my brother Daniel and his first wife Esther. We had a lot of fun spending the week relaxing, swimming, throwing frisbee on the beach, eating at nice restaurants, and just enjoying family. The next few years passed quickly until 2006 when we decided to go back once again. I remember when we arrived home after our week in paradise, I quipped, "Do you realize we just took what might be our last vacation before we have a family?" Sure enough, almost a year to the day later, Elijah Bryan joined our family on 7/21/07.
That brings us up to date for the purposes of this story.
We decided to take Elijah to the beach for the first time in July 2009. We knew he would have a good time, especially if we prepped him for it. So we decided to start talking about it early and often so that he would be pumped about the trip. As soon as we had set our dates, we started talking about the beach, and Florida, and how much fun it was going to be. Then just a few weeks before leaving, we started chanting "We're going to Florida" over and over every day.
Well, when we finally got to Florida, I started a record of our adventures. That last two days. Then I didn't have internet connection, so I just let time get away from me and didn't really record what we did. I just looked back at my narratives of the first two days and I have to say: I'm so excited that we're going back this year.
Just yesterday we reserved "our house" in PCB for a full week. I am so excited! Elijah is pumped! Jason is stoked! A whole week of the Newsome Three.
When Elijah got up from his nap just a while ago, I asked him if he had any dreams.
"Yep," he replied. "I dreamed about the beach."
Fabulous!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Someday
The last several days have been a blur. Elijah had a fever last Sunday morning but it was gone by lunch time. Tuesday afternoon when I picked him up, however, the fever was back. I stayed home with him Wednesday, took him to the doctor, and found out he had strep throat. He's spent a lot of time in bed and in his recliner these last few days. I've noticed the last few nights that he's asked me to rock him and sing to him. I thought it was sweet and was happy to oblige.
Well, I asked him today if he wanted some soup and grilled cheese for lunch. "Sure," he said. So I got to work making some grilled cheese with chicken and vegetable soup. After I burned his sandwich and mine, I started over. Thankfully he was too involved watching PBS kids to notice the stench of burned food. Finally, we made it to the table. As I was eating my soup and sandwich, Elijah was chowing down on apple wedges. I finished my lunch and left him at the table to eat while I took the dogs outside.
When I returned to the kitchen, Elijah said, "Hey, Mommy. You little."
"Well, thank you, son," I said. "And you're getting to be a big boy."
He replied, "No, you not little, you big. I little."
"But you're getting bigger, right?" I asked.
"Yep, and I get as big as daddy someday. And I rock you to sleep. And I put you to bed. And I cover you up. Then you get up and play. Someday."
"Aw, honey, you'd do that for me?" I asked him.
"Yep. That a deal?"
I went and gave him a hug. "That's a deal, sweetheart."
"But tonight you rock me and put me to bed, right?" he asked me with all sincerity.
I assured him that I would rock him tonight if he wanted me to. With pleasure.
Well, I asked him today if he wanted some soup and grilled cheese for lunch. "Sure," he said. So I got to work making some grilled cheese with chicken and vegetable soup. After I burned his sandwich and mine, I started over. Thankfully he was too involved watching PBS kids to notice the stench of burned food. Finally, we made it to the table. As I was eating my soup and sandwich, Elijah was chowing down on apple wedges. I finished my lunch and left him at the table to eat while I took the dogs outside.
When I returned to the kitchen, Elijah said, "Hey, Mommy. You little."
"Well, thank you, son," I said. "And you're getting to be a big boy."
He replied, "No, you not little, you big. I little."
"But you're getting bigger, right?" I asked.
"Yep, and I get as big as daddy someday. And I rock you to sleep. And I put you to bed. And I cover you up. Then you get up and play. Someday."
"Aw, honey, you'd do that for me?" I asked him.
"Yep. That a deal?"
I went and gave him a hug. "That's a deal, sweetheart."
"But tonight you rock me and put me to bed, right?" he asked me with all sincerity.
I assured him that I would rock him tonight if he wanted me to. With pleasure.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
"Where him is?" and other recent Elijah-isms
The other night I was holding Elijah as he suffered through another coughing fit. It didn't matter what I did, I couldn't help him quit coughing: propped up on pillows, hold him in my arms, humidifier, cough syrup, warm fluids, nothing worked. I muttered a quick, "Lord, please help my baby."
Elijah said, "You talkin' to Jesus?"
"Yes, baby."
"But I not Jesus."
"I know, sweetheart," I replied. "I'm just praying to ask Jesus to help you quit coughing and feel better."
He promptly asked, "Where him is?"
I told him Jesus was in Heaven.
"No he not. He in here," he said tapping on his chest.
I told him that, yes, Jesus could live in his heart when he got bigger.
"But I big now!" he proclaimed.
I'm so excited that he wants Jesus to live in his heart already. He asks a LOT of questions about Heaven, where Jesus is, where people go when they die. He also asks to see my grandparents who are in Heaven. I told him that as long as Jesus is in his heart when he dies he will get to see everyone else who is in Heaven.
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Vonnie (aka Granny) brought over some Valentine's day gifts for Elijah the other day... a bag of candy, some new tennis shoes, some Veggie Tales toys from Papa Don, and a card with money in it. He grabbed the money and shouted, "MONEY!" He was so excited. He carried something small with him up the stairs to the living room, then turned around and proclaimed, "Hey, where's my stuff?!"
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Yesterday after Elijah's doctor appointment we went to CVS to get his antibiotic prescription filled. We pulled in the parking lot and he said, "What's this?" I told him it was CVS. He looked perplexed. I got him out of his seat and scurried into the store to get out of the freezing cold. "What's this?" he asked again. I told him that it was still CVS. "This not PBS kids," he replied adamantly. After I laughed, I explained that it was C - V - S, not PBS. "Oh, well I like PBS kids." Me, too, buddy.
Elijah said, "You talkin' to Jesus?"
"Yes, baby."
"But I not Jesus."
"I know, sweetheart," I replied. "I'm just praying to ask Jesus to help you quit coughing and feel better."
He promptly asked, "Where him is?"
I told him Jesus was in Heaven.
"No he not. He in here," he said tapping on his chest.
I told him that, yes, Jesus could live in his heart when he got bigger.
"But I big now!" he proclaimed.
I'm so excited that he wants Jesus to live in his heart already. He asks a LOT of questions about Heaven, where Jesus is, where people go when they die. He also asks to see my grandparents who are in Heaven. I told him that as long as Jesus is in his heart when he dies he will get to see everyone else who is in Heaven.
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Vonnie (aka Granny) brought over some Valentine's day gifts for Elijah the other day... a bag of candy, some new tennis shoes, some Veggie Tales toys from Papa Don, and a card with money in it. He grabbed the money and shouted, "MONEY!" He was so excited. He carried something small with him up the stairs to the living room, then turned around and proclaimed, "Hey, where's my stuff?!"
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Yesterday after Elijah's doctor appointment we went to CVS to get his antibiotic prescription filled. We pulled in the parking lot and he said, "What's this?" I told him it was CVS. He looked perplexed. I got him out of his seat and scurried into the store to get out of the freezing cold. "What's this?" he asked again. I told him that it was still CVS. "This not PBS kids," he replied adamantly. After I laughed, I explained that it was C - V - S, not PBS. "Oh, well I like PBS kids." Me, too, buddy.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Religion or Spirituality?
I don't claim to be a very deep person, but an email in my inbox got me thinking. Do I have religion or spirituality?
http://www.dictionary.com/ defines religion as "a specific, fundamental set of beliefs and practices generally agreed upon by a number of persons or sects." The same site defines spiritual as "of or pertaining to the spirit or soul, as distinguished from the phsical nature."
So which am I, religious or spiritual? Do I adhere to a set of beliefs just because that's how I was raised? Or do I have a deeper, more personal relationship with the Holy Spirit?
Most days I'd have to say I'm guilty of being religious, not that that's necessarily a bad thing. But when you compare that to being in tune with the Holy Spirit who was left here on Earth to guide our thoughts and hearts, that is a really bad thing. Why would I want to live my life by a set of rules if there's no meaning to them? Why would I set myself up as an example if all I'm doing is blindly following someone else's idea of what's right and wrong? Shouldn't I want to be following THE EXAMPLE? Shouldn't I strive daily to be more like Christ and less like the rest of the human race, religious or not?
I'm not one for New Year's Resolutions. (I love Carolyn Arends song "Every Day is New Year's Day.") But I am one for changing things in my life that just don't make sense any more. I'm not abandoning my upbringing. I'm not turning my back on religion or church or Bible study. What I hope to turn my back on, however, is the constant nagging feeling I have in the back of my mind that I have to do things to please PEOPLE. I need to worry about pleasing GOD, the Creator of everything. Instead of trying to prove that I love Jesus by forwarding emails of pictures of Jesus or touching stories of miracles and answered prayers I need to prove my LOVE for Him by LIVING for Him. I'm not perfect. I'm 100% positive I will fail daily, sometimes in a small way, others in gigantic, glaring ways. However, the best way to show people how I feel about Christ and what He's done for me is to live for Him daily.
There's an old adage that says, "You may be the only Bible some people ever read." In our day and time, that is more and more true. I hope to be as powerful a testimony as I can possibly be by living each day as I honestly feel Christ would have me live it.
I don't know if any of this makes any sense to any of you. I do know that I want to change how I think about my relationship with Christ. It shouldn't be something I think about once a week when it's time for church or time to pray for dinner. My relationship with Christ should be my first thought in the morning, an ever-present thought throughout the day, and the last thought before I close my eyes at night. All-consuming. That's what HE should be in my life.
http://www.dictionary.com/ defines religion as "a specific, fundamental set of beliefs and practices generally agreed upon by a number of persons or sects." The same site defines spiritual as "of or pertaining to the spirit or soul, as distinguished from the phsical nature."
So which am I, religious or spiritual? Do I adhere to a set of beliefs just because that's how I was raised? Or do I have a deeper, more personal relationship with the Holy Spirit?
Most days I'd have to say I'm guilty of being religious, not that that's necessarily a bad thing. But when you compare that to being in tune with the Holy Spirit who was left here on Earth to guide our thoughts and hearts, that is a really bad thing. Why would I want to live my life by a set of rules if there's no meaning to them? Why would I set myself up as an example if all I'm doing is blindly following someone else's idea of what's right and wrong? Shouldn't I want to be following THE EXAMPLE? Shouldn't I strive daily to be more like Christ and less like the rest of the human race, religious or not?
I'm not one for New Year's Resolutions. (I love Carolyn Arends song "Every Day is New Year's Day.") But I am one for changing things in my life that just don't make sense any more. I'm not abandoning my upbringing. I'm not turning my back on religion or church or Bible study. What I hope to turn my back on, however, is the constant nagging feeling I have in the back of my mind that I have to do things to please PEOPLE. I need to worry about pleasing GOD, the Creator of everything. Instead of trying to prove that I love Jesus by forwarding emails of pictures of Jesus or touching stories of miracles and answered prayers I need to prove my LOVE for Him by LIVING for Him. I'm not perfect. I'm 100% positive I will fail daily, sometimes in a small way, others in gigantic, glaring ways. However, the best way to show people how I feel about Christ and what He's done for me is to live for Him daily.
There's an old adage that says, "You may be the only Bible some people ever read." In our day and time, that is more and more true. I hope to be as powerful a testimony as I can possibly be by living each day as I honestly feel Christ would have me live it.
I don't know if any of this makes any sense to any of you. I do know that I want to change how I think about my relationship with Christ. It shouldn't be something I think about once a week when it's time for church or time to pray for dinner. My relationship with Christ should be my first thought in the morning, an ever-present thought throughout the day, and the last thought before I close my eyes at night. All-consuming. That's what HE should be in my life.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
More Elijah-isms
Just a few minutes ago...
I had asked Jason a question. He didn't hear me, so I repeated it a little bit louder. He answered and sounded really grumpy. Elijah asked, "What's wrong?"
"Daddy's acting grumpy," I said.
He responded quite concerned, "Him want a paci?"
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A little while later, I was sitting here updating facebook. Eli walks over.
"Hey, Baby. Look at your pretty shoes!" he exclaims excitedly! I am loving this age.
Just FYI... my pretty shoes are my 5-year-old brown Birkenstock slip-ons. :) (Side bar here... I ran to Taco Bell a while ago to get our dinner. I had picked Zaxby's for lunch; Jason picked Taco Bell for dinner. Quite the romantic Valentine's Day. Anyway... I thought, "I'll just keep my pj's on, put on my Birkenstocks, and run to Taco Bell. Surely I won't have to get out of the car for anything." Well, I went through the drive-thru, which took forever, got my food, and was sitting there counting all the items. The lovely woman at the window grumbled, I guess she thought I wouldn't hear her, "Aw, come on lady." I pulled forward, continued counting the food, and realized they'd left out the chips to go with the nacho cheese and my order of cinnamon twists. So what did I have to do? Yep. Get out of the car in my black pj pants with neon polka dots, my Heritage Middle School coat, and my brown Birkenstocks with white socks. Hey, maybe the "What Not to Wear" people were watching and will nominate me for a makeover. And at least the girl inside gave me an extra order of cinnamon twists.)
I had asked Jason a question. He didn't hear me, so I repeated it a little bit louder. He answered and sounded really grumpy. Elijah asked, "What's wrong?"
"Daddy's acting grumpy," I said.
He responded quite concerned, "Him want a paci?"
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A little while later, I was sitting here updating facebook. Eli walks over.
"Hey, Baby. Look at your pretty shoes!" he exclaims excitedly! I am loving this age.
Just FYI... my pretty shoes are my 5-year-old brown Birkenstock slip-ons. :) (Side bar here... I ran to Taco Bell a while ago to get our dinner. I had picked Zaxby's for lunch; Jason picked Taco Bell for dinner. Quite the romantic Valentine's Day. Anyway... I thought, "I'll just keep my pj's on, put on my Birkenstocks, and run to Taco Bell. Surely I won't have to get out of the car for anything." Well, I went through the drive-thru, which took forever, got my food, and was sitting there counting all the items. The lovely woman at the window grumbled, I guess she thought I wouldn't hear her, "Aw, come on lady." I pulled forward, continued counting the food, and realized they'd left out the chips to go with the nacho cheese and my order of cinnamon twists. So what did I have to do? Yep. Get out of the car in my black pj pants with neon polka dots, my Heritage Middle School coat, and my brown Birkenstocks with white socks. Hey, maybe the "What Not to Wear" people were watching and will nominate me for a makeover. And at least the girl inside gave me an extra order of cinnamon twists.)
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Valentine's Day
Tomorrow's the day that the male of our species, young and old alike, have been dreading for the past 364 days. V-DAY! I feel kinda bad for them. I mean, nobody really makes snide remarks about a woman who doesn't get her man a gift for the day. However, if a man forgets, he better watch out, not only for the slighted love interest but her friends as well. Is it fair? I don't know; I have mixed feelings. The generous side of me says, "No, it's not fair. Couples should plan their Valentine's day together." The side of me that likes to be spoiled, on the other hand, says, "Heck, yes, it's fair. Women do so much for the men in their lives... everything from giving birth to keeping the house running." So which side is going to win? Well, this year the generous side of me is ruling. Jason and I are planning together. Sort of. Every time I ask him what he wants to do (including just over an hour ago) he says, "Whatever you think is best." So does that mean that if I think it's best to take a trip to the beach, it's okay? Or maybe I think a new diamond ring is best. Hmmm.... the possibilities are endless. I could make reservations at Ichiban (one of our favorite restaurants) except that you have to eat with total strangers. Not really romantic, huh? We were gonna eat at the Station House at the Choo-Choo but they're not open on Sundays. Who'd a thought? I am officially stuck. I think I'll call P. F. Chang's and Bonefish, two of our other favorites, and see if they have spots available at a reasonable hour. Then maybe I'll get in touch with my inner poetess. :) Happy Valentine's Day!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Baby, it's cold outside!
Today was a teacher inservice day in Catoosa County... one of my favorite school days. My husband always jokes, "You'd love your job if it wasn't for the kids, wouldn't you?" :) Well, we were told yesterday in faculty meeting that there wouldn't be much heat in the school today due to some maintenance being performed on a problematic water pipe. Turns out there wasn't any heat in the school. Since my desk is directly in front of a large window, I was freezing as I worked in my classroom grading papers and scoring book projects. I was relieved, therefore, when our principal announced via intercom that the heat was being restored to the majority of the building. He then followed that announcement with the announcement that we were encouraged to leave school for the weekend when we left for lunch due to the "inclement weather" (i.e., snow) that was heading our direction. I totally took him up on that offer! You don't have to tell this girl twice.
So I called Eli's babysitter and told her that I would be picking him up earlier than normal. She said that she had put the kids in front of the front window and told them to watch her go get the mail. They were so excited that it was snowing; when she came back in the house, they said, "Did you build a snowman?"
When I picked up Eli to come home, he told me that Santa was coming to his house. I asked him who told him that, "Nannalie." (Nannalie = the almost 3 year old little girl who stays with the same babysitter every day. They've been buddies since Eli started staying there in September 2007.)
"Well, honey," I said, "Santa doesn't come see you every time it snows."
"Yes, he do. And him bring me presents at my house."
How do you tell a two year old that snow doesn't equal Santa? I didn't have the heart to take it any farther, so I just said, "We'll have to wait and see."
One thing I do know... it is COLD outside! I don't remember the last time we had this much bitterly cold weather and snow in one winter season. As cold as it is, though, I intend to enjoy the snow wtih my favorite little boy.
So I called Eli's babysitter and told her that I would be picking him up earlier than normal. She said that she had put the kids in front of the front window and told them to watch her go get the mail. They were so excited that it was snowing; when she came back in the house, they said, "Did you build a snowman?"
When I picked up Eli to come home, he told me that Santa was coming to his house. I asked him who told him that, "Nannalie." (Nannalie = the almost 3 year old little girl who stays with the same babysitter every day. They've been buddies since Eli started staying there in September 2007.)
"Well, honey," I said, "Santa doesn't come see you every time it snows."
"Yes, he do. And him bring me presents at my house."
How do you tell a two year old that snow doesn't equal Santa? I didn't have the heart to take it any farther, so I just said, "We'll have to wait and see."
One thing I do know... it is COLD outside! I don't remember the last time we had this much bitterly cold weather and snow in one winter season. As cold as it is, though, I intend to enjoy the snow wtih my favorite little boy.
Monday, February 8, 2010
You wanna share an apple?
We finished dinner just a few minutes ago... sloppy joes (which Eli didn't like), french fries, and dill pickles. Eli tried several bites of sloppy joe and decided he really didn't like them, so I made him a ham-n-cheese wrap. When he was done, I asked him if he wanted to share an apple with me. "Yea, and hot cocoa and popcorn and watch a movie. Okaaaay?!" How can you not love two year olds?
I took him to the bathroom for bath time and he opted for a shower... it's quicker than a bath and he wanted to color some pictures before bed time. :) As I was drying him off he says, "I climb that wall and the door and that wall over there. Like Spider Man." I asked him if he wanted to be Spider Man for Halloween this year. "Yea, and Daddy can be a monster." I asked him what I could be. "You be a monster too." I told him I wanted to be something prettier than a monster. "Okay, you can be a ghost, Mommy." Looks like Halloween is covered this year.
Now he's sitting in the recliner with his daddy. He's coloring a picture of Daredevil while Daddy colors Wolverine. Ahhh, life is good.
I took him to the bathroom for bath time and he opted for a shower... it's quicker than a bath and he wanted to color some pictures before bed time. :) As I was drying him off he says, "I climb that wall and the door and that wall over there. Like Spider Man." I asked him if he wanted to be Spider Man for Halloween this year. "Yea, and Daddy can be a monster." I asked him what I could be. "You be a monster too." I told him I wanted to be something prettier than a monster. "Okay, you can be a ghost, Mommy." Looks like Halloween is covered this year.
Now he's sitting in the recliner with his daddy. He's coloring a picture of Daredevil while Daddy colors Wolverine. Ahhh, life is good.
Elijah-isms
Okay. Let's see. I've got to dig back a ways.
One night Jason was sitting in the recliner with Elijah in his lap. Eli says, "Come sit with us, Mommy." Not sure whether the recliner would support all three of us, I did a hover squat over Jason's knee. Elijah grabs me with one arm and Jason with the other. "I love you guys. We're a little family." That's when I collapsed and hugged the little guy as hard as I could.
One day while Elijah and I were home by ourselves, we were playing in his playroom. "Mommy, I don't wanna play football like this when I grow up." (He imitated a quarterback throwing the ball.) I laughed. He said it again, with more emphasis. I decided to let Jason know so I sent him the heartbreaking news that his 2 1/2 year old son didn't want to play football. I told Elijah that it would be okay... he could play baseball, or basketball, or soccer, or maybe not even play sports. The important thing was to find something he enjoys and is good at. Well later that evening, Jason came home from work. Eli gave him his "welcome home" hug then proceeded to tell him. "Daddy, I don't wanna play football like this (imitated the throwing thing again) when I grow up. I wanna do this." At that point, he began running as fast as his little legs would carry him. So Daddy decided, "Oh, you wanna be a running back instead of a quarterback." Elijah nodded and grinned. Finally, someone understood what he wanted to do.
More will follow. I just have to remember.
UPDATED 2/14/10
I'm importing CD's onto my I-Pod. Elijah is sitting right beside me in the recliner. All of the sudden, he says, "There's an apple. It's almost all gone." I kept wondering what he was talking about. Then I looked at the top of the I-Tunes screen. There, with a bit taken out of one side, is the Apple logo. How observant is he?
One night Jason was sitting in the recliner with Elijah in his lap. Eli says, "Come sit with us, Mommy." Not sure whether the recliner would support all three of us, I did a hover squat over Jason's knee. Elijah grabs me with one arm and Jason with the other. "I love you guys. We're a little family." That's when I collapsed and hugged the little guy as hard as I could.
One day while Elijah and I were home by ourselves, we were playing in his playroom. "Mommy, I don't wanna play football like this when I grow up." (He imitated a quarterback throwing the ball.) I laughed. He said it again, with more emphasis. I decided to let Jason know so I sent him the heartbreaking news that his 2 1/2 year old son didn't want to play football. I told Elijah that it would be okay... he could play baseball, or basketball, or soccer, or maybe not even play sports. The important thing was to find something he enjoys and is good at. Well later that evening, Jason came home from work. Eli gave him his "welcome home" hug then proceeded to tell him. "Daddy, I don't wanna play football like this (imitated the throwing thing again) when I grow up. I wanna do this." At that point, he began running as fast as his little legs would carry him. So Daddy decided, "Oh, you wanna be a running back instead of a quarterback." Elijah nodded and grinned. Finally, someone understood what he wanted to do.
More will follow. I just have to remember.
UPDATED 2/14/10
I'm importing CD's onto my I-Pod. Elijah is sitting right beside me in the recliner. All of the sudden, he says, "There's an apple. It's almost all gone." I kept wondering what he was talking about. Then I looked at the top of the I-Tunes screen. There, with a bit taken out of one side, is the Apple logo. How observant is he?
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I recently watched the movie Julie and Julia in which a young woman, unsatisfied with her job and living situation, decides to keep a blog of her experiences as she cooks her way through Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I thought to myself, "When was the last time I updated my blog?" UUHHH... probably summer break. I remember sitting in the hotel room in Florida this past July crafting witty updates about our first vacation as a family; however, due to technical difficulties, I couldn't get them to post from my word processor into my blog. So they never made the final cut. Then I remembered hearing a family member say how much he enjoys seeing all of Elijah's cute little sayings and "doings" on my facebook status updates. Another family member told me I should start a blog of Elijah's cute moments. So... my new resolution is to spend more time documenting Elijah's life... both here and in his scrap book which is only, oh, about 2 1/2 years behind. :) Enjoy!
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