Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Recently, I’ve been trying to teach Benjamin about Easter, and what it means to us. It is beautiful how simple the gospel is, that even a two-and-a-half year old can understand. As I told him that baby Dexter had died, he immediately connected it to Jesus and his resurrection. He has prayed for baby Dexter many times over the past few months, but he knew that he was alright, and that he had gone home to Jesus and Heavenly Father. What faith.
I also know that this special spirit has gone back home. I found great comfort in Isaiah as I was reading last night. It says in verse 8 of chapter 25, “He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away the tears from all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.” He knows all of our pains, and how to succor each of us. I really began to comprehend that the great Creator of us all, the only perfect man to ever live on this earth, really did rise again on the third day, breaking the bands of death for all of us. He has made it possible for us to receive Eternal life, and that is the greatest miracle.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
On Thursday, I took Benjamin to get a new shirt for our family picture. His clothes (for the most part) are all hand-me-downs, so I wanted him in something decent. The meltdown began in the dressing room when I asked Benjamin to try a shirt on. Since it wasn't going to happen and he was getting more and more worked up about everything, I decided just to leave. He screamed all the way out of the store, and the whole car ride home, and he stayed in the car for about twenty minutes once we were in the driveway. I guess he was sure that if he held his ground, I would change my mind and take him back to get the "cool shirt." Tough luck, kid. So I began my day feeling like a terrible mom (at least in the public eye) with a spoiled kid. Later that day, I discovered my phone was off even though it had been plugged into the wall for two days. I had several messages, and felt like a terrible friend for not calling anyone back or at least noticing it was off. Then that afternoon as I was playing "grocery store" in the basement with Benjamin, I saw two tiny mice crawl under a door. That pretty much set me over the edge. I felt like I must be a terrible housekeeper too to have mice in our house again. I know I'm my own worst critic, but I really felt like a failure that day. Paul was so nice and understanding and helpful that evening. He even did the dirty work and killed the two mice that we caught on the sticky traps. For future reference, sticky traps are not cool.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Peter was in our bed for the first two months of his life until finally I worked up enough drive to make him sleep in his crib. I now sleep better, he sleeps better, and I still don't know what took me so long. Something about walking on cold wood floors in the middle of the night....
So Peter never slept through the night on his own like some newborns supposedly learn to do. On good nights, he'd wake up at 11 p.m., 3 a.m., and then 6 a.m. Recently I started using some Luvs diapers (they were given to us) and his nights got even worse. He got up probably 5 times a night, and about 3 of those times, he had completely wet through his pajamas and several blankets (the diaper of course was barely wet). I was so mad at those diapers. I am now a very loyal Huggies customer.
As soon as I put him back in the regular diapers, we were back to the normal wake up times, but I was exhausted. So exhausted in fact, that I completely slept through the 11 p.m. wake up time (Paul didn't, which is how I know) and Peter slept until 3 a.m. It happened again last night, and he slept until 4 a.m.! I know, I know, exciting. So he's close to sleeping through the night, and I didn't even have to deal with the emotional turmoil that goes along with it. Hooray for sleep!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Benjamin was telling me to "put the camera down and play soccer" with him. OK, so I'm a little fanatical with the thing. Benjamin was building a brick house "his size" today.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Lately, it's been his games. He would play "Candy Land" all day every day if I let him. He's good about taking turns, and I think he gets the concept of the game, but the way he likes to play goes on forever. It's not so much a linear game for him as it is an eliptical one. He loves to pick up the special candy cards, and especially "Lolly," so while I play the normal way, inching my way to the top, he's going from Grandma Nut to the Gumdrop Monster to the Gingerbread tree, all with equal enthusiasm. And I always "win," not that he cares. Paul's a lot better than I am about making him follow the rules.
Benjamin also loves to play "Memory" with me, and he always wins. It's sad, but I really don't have the memory I used to. He has a new cute Cranium game that we just got out (thanks, Grandma!) called "Hullabaloo." I like it because it makes you move, crawl, spin, stomp, etc. to each space, and teaches kids colors, shapes and animal/instrument/food categories. Oh, and if you're on the winning piece at the end, you get to do a "funky monkey dance." So I really like playing that one with him.
This week, we got "Hi Ho, Cherry-O" and he's a lot more cooperative about following the rules with this one. It teaches counting. I have no idea how many times I've played it in the last two days, but it's not "Candy Land," so I don't care. I'm just enjoying this special time that I have with just me and him, before he's off to school and has no time left for Mommy.
Oh, and Paul sent this to me today. Doesn't he look like he's missing a certain signifigant other? If only...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Peter playing in the water works area before he settled down in his stroller for a nap.
Benjamin also went down the slide, crawled through tunnels, peeked in a mouse's house, went fishing, did some grocery shopping, rang us up at the cash register, fixed a car, served us up at a pizza kitchen, played the entire percussion section of a symphonic orchestra, went for a ride in Cinderella's pumpkin coach, hammered some nails into some shoes, and sat down to feast at Beauty and the Beast's table. It was a busy morning! Little boy energy officially expended. Sleep deprived Moms are so not good for that kind of thing.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Yeah, so before you all throw a pity party for me that I'm not there with him, consider this; yesterday, we had temperatures in the mid-80's. Our house was actually hot. And today, it's been in the upper-70's. So I'm not feeling too bad about life right now! Just husband-less is all. We miss you already, Paul!
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Then a few months ago, I found an article that ranked the five best and worst housing markets in the U.S., and was shocked to find Provo among the worst, up there with Las Vegas, and a bunch places in Florida...Huh?!
Then yesterday, I got curious to know which of America's cities were the unhappiest, and St. Louis was ranked #2. Interesting...I mean I already knew the crime rate here was the worst in the country when we moved here, but still. That surprised me. I'm pretty sure we're still happy!
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Disclaimer: This is intended to be a "grandma post," so I don't expect all of you to sit through Benjamin's little performances. I think they're pretty cute.
This is Benjamin's current favorite library book. He memorizes books after he has me read them to him several times. You might not be able to follow the story line if you're not familiar with it, but it's pretty accurate. This story also captures his budding sense of humor.
And a little "Hot Cross Buns" on the piano. Paul taught it to him, and now he loves to perform it even for strangers. Sometimes he'll open the music book to a specific page so he can "read" the music while he plays.