Okay, I admit it . . . I am the worst blogger ever! My last blog was about getting ready for Florida, and nothing since. That was early April. Sigh. Then I got so everwhelmed by the thought of catching up that I couldn't face it. Sarah tells me I don't need to catch up, so I am going to try to get back in the saddle with a few tidbits to help motivate me. I'll start with Finn:
1. Finn saw me eating a vegetable quiche one evening, and asked what is was. I felt confident that my children would have no interest in something where food groups were mixed, and it was covered in mushrooms, tomatoes, and spinach, so I answered happily that it was called quiche. Finn replied, "Am I allergic to quiche?" Um, yes .. . "Can I have soy quiche?" Now, on the one hand I am flattered that the child thinks I can convert anything into a non-allergenic soy version, however the thought of a soy quiche makes even me feel rather nauseated. Poor kid. He wasn't very happy about my answer.
2. Finn developed some serious hero worship on our Florida trip, and it persists to this day. Finn's big nine-year old cousin, Erik, was very sweet with Finn in Florida, but eventually got very tired of having him continually attached to his body. The adoring gaze was pretty sweet, though. Now, he found Erik's old indoor soccer shoes, and refused to wear anything else. He is also currently refusing to wear anything but clothes with baseball on them, and the other day we had no clean baseball clothes. He threw an outstanding temper tantrum when we suggested a soccer shirt, declaring, "I don't like soccer!!!!" I remembered the Erik connection, fortunately, and reminded Finn that Erik played both soccer and baseball, and he agreed to wear the soccer shirt. The next day, his temper tantrum was because he couldn't wear it again.
3. A couple of weeks ago, both boys came home with bad notes from school. Finn had been talking back to his teachers, and Liam had been naughty for a reason that I have already blocked out. They both got a big talking to. Now, every day before school, Finn tells me, "I'm not going to talk back to my teachers today!" And every day after school, he tells me, "I didn't talk back to my teachers today!" I guess I made an impression!
Okay, I'll try to come back later with some Liam posts . . .
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Ready for Florida
Liam has been excited about going to Florida for months. He asks frequently if we are going soon, despite having apparently no idea what we will be doing there. I think he is mostly excited about seeing Nana and Pops. When Matt took him on a very special lunch trip to McDonalds one day, Liam picked out a pirate toy for his happy meal (over the princess toy, mind you!). He was really excited, and Matt put forward the suggestion that the pirate toy was related to Disney and wasn't Disney World in Florida? Liam was dismayed at the suggestion of going to DisneyWorld, and had to be reassured that there would be no pirates.
When I brought home new water shoes last night, he asked me if it was April yet, and got really excited. Finn immediately had to put on his water shoes and run around the house. This morning I heard Liam telling Finn how Pops can sink and sit on the bottom of the pool. Finn got quite excited, and said, "And then we push his head down!" I had no idea that they remembered this, and that it made such an impression last August!
Naturally, this led to games, and in the kitchen this morning, they took turns being Pops. Liam said, "Ok, now you be Pops and I'll be Liam, and I'll push your head down!" They both found this quite fun and were not happy with my suggestion that it might cause one of them to get hurt.
I'm getting pretty excited for vacation myself!
When I brought home new water shoes last night, he asked me if it was April yet, and got really excited. Finn immediately had to put on his water shoes and run around the house. This morning I heard Liam telling Finn how Pops can sink and sit on the bottom of the pool. Finn got quite excited, and said, "And then we push his head down!" I had no idea that they remembered this, and that it made such an impression last August!
Naturally, this led to games, and in the kitchen this morning, they took turns being Pops. Liam said, "Ok, now you be Pops and I'll be Liam, and I'll push your head down!" They both found this quite fun and were not happy with my suggestion that it might cause one of them to get hurt.
I'm getting pretty excited for vacation myself!
Baseball
Liam's first baseball game was Saturday, and even though it was a bit chilly, it was so much fun! Liam is dead last in the batting order, and sat on the bench for 2 of the 3 innings on the field, but he didn't seem to mind.
It was really the unpredictable nature of the game that made it so exciting. You never knew if one of the kids could bat well, catch well, or throw well; even when they did, it was impossible to determine what would happen next. Would two outfielders fight over the ball? Would the 3rd baseman throw to first despite there being a runner coming from second? Would the "pitcher" be unable to pick up a ground ball because he was busy swinging his mitt?
And when one of the outfielders on the other team caught a great hit, we all cheered. So exciting!
I can't wait until the next game--I never knew baseball could be so much fun!
It was really the unpredictable nature of the game that made it so exciting. You never knew if one of the kids could bat well, catch well, or throw well; even when they did, it was impossible to determine what would happen next. Would two outfielders fight over the ball? Would the 3rd baseman throw to first despite there being a runner coming from second? Would the "pitcher" be unable to pick up a ground ball because he was busy swinging his mitt?
And when one of the outfielders on the other team caught a great hit, we all cheered. So exciting!
I can't wait until the next game--I never knew baseball could be so much fun!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
A Major Breakthrough
Tonight has been a night to remember.
After baseball practice, I started making dinner. I put out little ramekins of sour cream (and fake sour cream for Finn, of course) and began assembling bean and cheese (again, fake for Finn) quesadillas. This is my latest attempt at something we can all eat, with extensive modifications.
Finn at once climbed up to his seat, declared happily, "I like sour cream!" and promptly asked for a spoon. We asked him to wait for the quesadilla, which he reluctantly did. Then Liam arrived, asked skeptically, "Is this soy sour cream?" and when told it wasn't, was also happy.
Dinner was served, we all sat and ate together, and no one cried. Liam only got up from his chair without permission once. And no one cried, whined, or threw a tantrum. Everyone just ate dinner and talked.
We'll definitely have this for dinner again! Ah, the little things.
After baseball practice, I started making dinner. I put out little ramekins of sour cream (and fake sour cream for Finn, of course) and began assembling bean and cheese (again, fake for Finn) quesadillas. This is my latest attempt at something we can all eat, with extensive modifications.
Finn at once climbed up to his seat, declared happily, "I like sour cream!" and promptly asked for a spoon. We asked him to wait for the quesadilla, which he reluctantly did. Then Liam arrived, asked skeptically, "Is this soy sour cream?" and when told it wasn't, was also happy.
Dinner was served, we all sat and ate together, and no one cried. Liam only got up from his chair without permission once. And no one cried, whined, or threw a tantrum. Everyone just ate dinner and talked.
We'll definitely have this for dinner again! Ah, the little things.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
My little princess
Finn has a very vivid imagination, and has been having lots of fun at school lately. I'm guessing he's been playing with Violet, as he seems to have picked up some of her tendencies.
I remember when, after a bath, Finn first put a towel over his head and said, "OOOOO . . . . I'm a ghost!" It was cute and funny. Now a few months later, he took the same towel, wrapped it around his shoulders and said happliy, "I'm a princess! I'm getting married!"
I'm so glad he has such high aspirations.
I remember when, after a bath, Finn first put a towel over his head and said, "OOOOO . . . . I'm a ghost!" It was cute and funny. Now a few months later, he took the same towel, wrapped it around his shoulders and said happliy, "I'm a princess! I'm getting married!"
I'm so glad he has such high aspirations.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The performer
Matt and I attended the parent board meeting for the preschool last night. Typically one of us will go, and one will take the kids home. There is childcare, but it involves everyone eating pizza except for Finn, which just seems mean. Last night, however, Liam was very excited because the kids had a performance planned for us, and we didn't feel right about making him miss it.
The meeting lasted forever. It badly needed a strong chair to cut people off and summarize, but instead everyone's opinion's were validated. It made me think of the PTA meeting Stephanie so expertly described on her blog. The topics varied from pipe dreams of what to do with all of the excess money in the account, to what to do about all of our budget shortfalls. Sigh.
Finally, past the kids' bedtime, the kids came down to perform. They each had styrofoam plates stapled together and decorated to look like smoke detectors, and the teacher turned on a song about smoke detectors. The kids apparently had learned the song, and were supposed to sing along and make some motions with their props. At first, they all just stood there looking confused and staring blankly, until their teacher reminded them to sing. Then Liam and maybe one other child actually sang. Liam apparently felt the need to make up for the other deficient stuents by singing loudly and gesticulating broadly. Finn just stood there and looked confused, then finally began moving his lips repetitively and without any relation to the music. By the end, I could hear one other student's voice, but really, it was all about Liam.
Matt and I told him he was the best performer, and he was so proud. Do I hear Broadway calling?
The meeting lasted forever. It badly needed a strong chair to cut people off and summarize, but instead everyone's opinion's were validated. It made me think of the PTA meeting Stephanie so expertly described on her blog. The topics varied from pipe dreams of what to do with all of the excess money in the account, to what to do about all of our budget shortfalls. Sigh.
Finally, past the kids' bedtime, the kids came down to perform. They each had styrofoam plates stapled together and decorated to look like smoke detectors, and the teacher turned on a song about smoke detectors. The kids apparently had learned the song, and were supposed to sing along and make some motions with their props. At first, they all just stood there looking confused and staring blankly, until their teacher reminded them to sing. Then Liam and maybe one other child actually sang. Liam apparently felt the need to make up for the other deficient stuents by singing loudly and gesticulating broadly. Finn just stood there and looked confused, then finally began moving his lips repetitively and without any relation to the music. By the end, I could hear one other student's voice, but really, it was all about Liam.
Matt and I told him he was the best performer, and he was so proud. Do I hear Broadway calling?
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Snow in Nashville
We woke up this morning to several inches of snow, and the boys were SO excited. Finn's first words this morning were, "Can we go outside?" We put him off until we had had breakfast and were dressed, with quite a bit off effort. Finally, at 8am, Finn got his wish and we went out. The snow was light and fluffy, and tough to pack, so Matt and I made snowballs for the boys to throw, and used buckets to make a snowperson. Finn's response to the snow was to become, in the boys' words, "SnotRod." We were back in the house drinking hot chocolate by 10am. Now what to do for the rest of the day . . . . .
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