Secret Santa Day 3: Wooden ornaments. How did he/she/they know that we didn't get very many of our ornaments out this year?
Ceana drove Rory to her Dr. appointment today, but apparently had a near-miss while out driving. Glad they are both OK, and I hope there were some lessons learned that will keep her safer in the future. While Rory was at her appointments, Ceana came to the office to get some homework done. The hope is that a quieter atmosphere will help her concentrate. Alas (or hurray!), Rory's appointments didn't last very long.
Good news though, her "counts" were marginal but adequate to go ahead with chemo tomorrow. The Dr. offered to wait a week, but Rory was pretty insistent on going ahead. We have lots of extra help in town this next week, so if she has to be sick then this coming week is the time for it! Better than being super-sick next weekend, over Christmas.
We got a surprise but much-appreciated dinner delivered tonight. Still trying to work out the bugs on using the calendar, but if there are "oops" moments it's nice to have too much help than not enough! We also had some elves come and work on our previously very pathetic looking front yard. Again, THANKS!
The night was capped off with Pack Meeting. After some awards the Cubmaster handed out some word games. The first was a list of words all translated as "Peace" but in different languages, and a separate list of the languages. The goal was to correctly match up as many words with their language as possible. Caiden and I got most of them, and it was interesting to find how many we guessed correctly based on their sound when read aloud. The second game was a word search of those same words. The next activity was to color placemats for the local "Meals On Wheels" delivery person, so all the scouts colored a winter scene on a large piece of paper. They all seemed to have great fun. The final activity / treat was decorating sugar cookies with various colors of frosting (thanks, Kaeli!), sprinkles, candies, and more. There were some rather "unique" creations! I copied pictures to Rory's computer so I'm guessing she will post some when she can.
By the time I got home Rory had the shopping list ready ... the list for everything to be cooked next week. It was too late to take anyone with me, so I got some "man shopping" done and in record time. :+)
The day went by way too fast; looking forward to a weekend. Oh wait ...
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Saturday, December 17, 2011
Saturday, September 26, 2009
BOYS!
Need I say more than BOYS! They just run to a different drummer. This week our boys belong to Preston, and not me, because I am not sure that I am going to survive another day of little boys....
Who but boys would:
*use the BBQ tongs as weapons (side note - we have a strict family rule that weapons of any kind are NOT toys - we do not allow the boys those kinds of things (lightsabers, guns, swords, etc) to play with - and yet those inevitable boy genes create them anyway)
*rip baby green tomatoes off the vine to throw them at each other or in the air for "bombs"
*strip down to their underwear while playing outside because "their clothes are dirty"
*strip down to buck naked while playing outside just because they are wild indians
*put the dog in the baking drawer of the BBQ because "he wanted to go in!"
*try to pull weeds by hacking at them with a trowel and an loose wood slat from the playhouse
*spin each other on the swings until they feel or are sick to their stomachs
*pull out the ladder to the bunk bed and set it up next to the dresser, and then leave the bedroom door open so baby sister can climb up to the top and get herself stuck and literally screaming for help
*take a nap on the deck with the dogs (picture post coming soon)
*play close by to their baby sister - oblivious that she is EATING a crayon (thank goodness for non-toxic crayons)
*run screaming through the house at the top of their lungs - making sisters think someone was dying - just for the boys to tell them there were hot air balloons out their window
*use an old tent stake & twine for a fishing pole and go "fishing" from the platform of the playhouse screaming "I GOT ONE!" loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear
*using the toothbrush holder to hold and pour as much water as possible out onto the bedroom carpet and into both the kids laptop computers (toys thankfully), drenching themselves and everything around them
Who but boys would:
*use the BBQ tongs as weapons (side note - we have a strict family rule that weapons of any kind are NOT toys - we do not allow the boys those kinds of things (lightsabers, guns, swords, etc) to play with - and yet those inevitable boy genes create them anyway)
*rip baby green tomatoes off the vine to throw them at each other or in the air for "bombs"
*strip down to their underwear while playing outside because "their clothes are dirty"
*strip down to buck naked while playing outside just because they are wild indians
*put the dog in the baking drawer of the BBQ because "he wanted to go in!"
*try to pull weeds by hacking at them with a trowel and an loose wood slat from the playhouse
*spin each other on the swings until they feel or are sick to their stomachs
*pull out the ladder to the bunk bed and set it up next to the dresser, and then leave the bedroom door open so baby sister can climb up to the top and get herself stuck and literally screaming for help
*take a nap on the deck with the dogs (picture post coming soon)
*play close by to their baby sister - oblivious that she is EATING a crayon (thank goodness for non-toxic crayons)
*run screaming through the house at the top of their lungs - making sisters think someone was dying - just for the boys to tell them there were hot air balloons out their window
*use an old tent stake & twine for a fishing pole and go "fishing" from the platform of the playhouse screaming "I GOT ONE!" loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear
*using the toothbrush holder to hold and pour as much water as possible out onto the bedroom carpet and into both the kids laptop computers (toys thankfully), drenching themselves and everything around them
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
BOY GENES - WHAT ARE THEY THINKING?
For those of you out there that have boys of all ages, I am sure you can apprecitate the things that I am going to share.
I have 3 very busy boys but I have to admit that Ky is by far my busiest. At 2 3/4 years old he can be a whirlwind, a mystery, and a gut busting riot. Recently he has been cause for more laughter and more concern than ever.
Ky has been dubbed with a new nickname - "spiderman". The child can literally climb anything he can get near. Last week Colton came to tell me that Ky had climbed off his bed (he has the top bunk at the moment, that may change soon...) and onto the TOP of the free-standing closet in the boys room. That freaked me out to say the least, as the closet almost reaches the ceiling. His other favorite place to climb is on top of the toy kitchenette in the playroom, which sits right in front of the window. I am thinking I will be using Spring break to re-arrange lots of furniture.
This last week we made some cookies and had left the pan on the top of the stove with some leftovers for after-school snacks. I was working in the office and I thought Ky was playing in the other room. I happened to walk into the kitchen to find all but 2 cookies gone and Ky proudly pointing to his now chocolate covered mouth and telling me "cookie". Those cookies should have been out of reach, and I cannot even guess how he got up to them. Needless to say there were no after school cookies for the rest of the kids.
A couple of days ago I kind of got my answer to how he probably got to the cookies when I saw Ky reach up and grab the countertop and literally scale the cupboard door by clinging to it with his toes and climb his way up to whatever it was he thought he needed. I also watched as he climbed the cupboard drawers one at a time, again digging in his toes to the tiny space between each drawer. He is still so little, even for being 2. Apparently he is using his lightweight frame to his advantage these days. I am going to need to be more careful about what I leave out on the countertops now I know how he is getting to things.
Besides being a spiderman, he has also become very efficient at finding anything he can stand on or stack up to get to things. He will find the step stool, the piano bench, the office chair, the empire, anything he can get to help him get higher than he should. If there are snacks he will always go for those first, but his other conquests have been getting down multiple DVD's from the entertainment center's highest shelf and undoing them from their cases, turning on or off ALL of the light switches in every room, getting Kaeli's nick-knacks off her bedroom shelf, and getting to the mac & cheese in the storage room. I think I have moved things to a safe level only to find that he can get to things anyway.
Thankfully we still have ONE thing he can't get to - the security hook on the front screen door. He can undo every doorknob and lock in the house, except that one. Here's hoping he doesnt for a VERY long time.
Being a 2 year old always holds its moments of laughter and tears too. He seems to swing from one to the other in a moment's notice and often times causes me to do the same.
Awhile ago Preston happened to be home with us one evening. Caiden came down to the kitchen to inform me that Ky and Colton were happily playing in the playroom - both with tinker toy sticks up their noses. I was already over tired and struggling that day, I knew in my emotional state that I could not stop laughing long enough to go up and discipline the boys. I ended up having to send Preston upstairs to remind the boys about proper play. Anyone who knows me knows that when I get over tired and something sets me into laughing I usually end up with tears streaming down my face and my stomach hurting. This state usually sets everyone else around me into peals of laughter too. This is one of those nights that the thought of the boys with sticks up their noses (something my girls NEVER did) was enough to keep us all laughing until dinner.
On the flip side I think that with only a couple of months to go until Ky is 3, his terrible 3 stage has already begun. Everyone always says kiddos go through the "terrible 2's" - but I have found with ALL my kiddos that we go through the "terrible THREE's". I have a sweet little person, and the moment they hit their 3rd birthday, they turn into a hysterical maniac. Ky has always had a very calm temperment, but has already begun his rampages - complete with kicking, hitting, screaming tantrums. I have set a goal for myself to be more calm in these moments of struggle, and for the most part I am doing well, but it still often times also leaves me in tears when I am already struggling and I cant seem to help Ky be calm. These tantrums have resulted in sending Ky to his bed until he is calm. It often becomes more of a concern to me when he continues his tantrums while standing on his bed (remember that top bunk thing?) and pounds on the walls and throws things. I am trying to be consistent in his discipline. He knows he gets time out, but I think that the bed thing is going have to change, will have to do some more thinking on that one...
Boys and their genes and behaviors continue to be a puzzle to me. My boys will do or say things that my girls NEVER did and then be totally clueless about why they may be in trouble or reminded for the zillioneth time why toys do NOT belong in their noses. They are a constant source of laughter and struggle. I am hoping one of these days I might get them figured out. For now, I take one day at a time and do the best I can.
I have 3 very busy boys but I have to admit that Ky is by far my busiest. At 2 3/4 years old he can be a whirlwind, a mystery, and a gut busting riot. Recently he has been cause for more laughter and more concern than ever.
Ky has been dubbed with a new nickname - "spiderman". The child can literally climb anything he can get near. Last week Colton came to tell me that Ky had climbed off his bed (he has the top bunk at the moment, that may change soon...) and onto the TOP of the free-standing closet in the boys room. That freaked me out to say the least, as the closet almost reaches the ceiling. His other favorite place to climb is on top of the toy kitchenette in the playroom, which sits right in front of the window. I am thinking I will be using Spring break to re-arrange lots of furniture.
This last week we made some cookies and had left the pan on the top of the stove with some leftovers for after-school snacks. I was working in the office and I thought Ky was playing in the other room. I happened to walk into the kitchen to find all but 2 cookies gone and Ky proudly pointing to his now chocolate covered mouth and telling me "cookie". Those cookies should have been out of reach, and I cannot even guess how he got up to them. Needless to say there were no after school cookies for the rest of the kids.
A couple of days ago I kind of got my answer to how he probably got to the cookies when I saw Ky reach up and grab the countertop and literally scale the cupboard door by clinging to it with his toes and climb his way up to whatever it was he thought he needed. I also watched as he climbed the cupboard drawers one at a time, again digging in his toes to the tiny space between each drawer. He is still so little, even for being 2. Apparently he is using his lightweight frame to his advantage these days. I am going to need to be more careful about what I leave out on the countertops now I know how he is getting to things.
Besides being a spiderman, he has also become very efficient at finding anything he can stand on or stack up to get to things. He will find the step stool, the piano bench, the office chair, the empire, anything he can get to help him get higher than he should. If there are snacks he will always go for those first, but his other conquests have been getting down multiple DVD's from the entertainment center's highest shelf and undoing them from their cases, turning on or off ALL of the light switches in every room, getting Kaeli's nick-knacks off her bedroom shelf, and getting to the mac & cheese in the storage room. I think I have moved things to a safe level only to find that he can get to things anyway.
Thankfully we still have ONE thing he can't get to - the security hook on the front screen door. He can undo every doorknob and lock in the house, except that one. Here's hoping he doesnt for a VERY long time.
Being a 2 year old always holds its moments of laughter and tears too. He seems to swing from one to the other in a moment's notice and often times causes me to do the same.
Awhile ago Preston happened to be home with us one evening. Caiden came down to the kitchen to inform me that Ky and Colton were happily playing in the playroom - both with tinker toy sticks up their noses. I was already over tired and struggling that day, I knew in my emotional state that I could not stop laughing long enough to go up and discipline the boys. I ended up having to send Preston upstairs to remind the boys about proper play. Anyone who knows me knows that when I get over tired and something sets me into laughing I usually end up with tears streaming down my face and my stomach hurting. This state usually sets everyone else around me into peals of laughter too. This is one of those nights that the thought of the boys with sticks up their noses (something my girls NEVER did) was enough to keep us all laughing until dinner.
On the flip side I think that with only a couple of months to go until Ky is 3, his terrible 3 stage has already begun. Everyone always says kiddos go through the "terrible 2's" - but I have found with ALL my kiddos that we go through the "terrible THREE's". I have a sweet little person, and the moment they hit their 3rd birthday, they turn into a hysterical maniac. Ky has always had a very calm temperment, but has already begun his rampages - complete with kicking, hitting, screaming tantrums. I have set a goal for myself to be more calm in these moments of struggle, and for the most part I am doing well, but it still often times also leaves me in tears when I am already struggling and I cant seem to help Ky be calm. These tantrums have resulted in sending Ky to his bed until he is calm. It often becomes more of a concern to me when he continues his tantrums while standing on his bed (remember that top bunk thing?) and pounds on the walls and throws things. I am trying to be consistent in his discipline. He knows he gets time out, but I think that the bed thing is going have to change, will have to do some more thinking on that one...
Boys and their genes and behaviors continue to be a puzzle to me. My boys will do or say things that my girls NEVER did and then be totally clueless about why they may be in trouble or reminded for the zillioneth time why toys do NOT belong in their noses. They are a constant source of laughter and struggle. I am hoping one of these days I might get them figured out. For now, I take one day at a time and do the best I can.
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