Monday, October 20, 2014

October 2014

Emmett was sitting at the table explaining how our whole family was sick the other day....

"Well, three of us are sick with something.
I'm sick because I have a lot of boogers and can't breathe.
Tyson is sick because of his skin problem.
Mom is sick of the baby.
And dad is grumpy sick."

I explained to him that I'm not sick of the baby, but what I have is called, "Morning Sickness".

"Oh!  Well, Mom is "Day Sick", he says.


A couple nights ago, I was helping Tyson with his Harry Potter disease.  His arms were overly irritated from the creams, and he was picking at some flaky skin, when it started to bleed.  He felt bad and came in to me.

"I pulled at the flakes, and it was foolish of me."

I have to be sensitive to his needs so I can't giggle at his word choice when he uses words like 'foolish', but he's just so cute.  A few seconds later I was putting some Aquaphor on the dry skin behind his knees, and I asked him if he was okay.

"Yeah, that's really calming to my skin."

Foolish.  Calming.  Are these normal word choices for a 7 year old?  I think it's so cute.


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Marry that Bird....

There's this song on the radio by a group called Magic!, and the song is about a young man who wants to marry the girl he loves, so he goes to her father to ask for his blessing, and the father says he won't give his blessing on their union until the day he dies.  So the rest of the chorus goes:

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I'm gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we'll be a family

What's hilarious is that my boys tell me I'm singing it wrong, and they sing along with the song at the top of their lungs, 

"Marry that BIRD".

I keep telling them it's "Marry that girl", but Tyson & Emmett keep insisting that it sounds exactly like "Marry that bird."  It's so hilarious, because they're dead serious on those lyrics, even though it makes no sense. 

Anyway, just a side note...the lead singer of that song is on the right side of this image I just found on Google:

My husband just asked this very open ended, and rhetorical question:
 If that guy asked for your daughter's hand in marriage, WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?

The other day, we were having scripture study as a family, and Mitchell was trying to make a point about Alma the Younger.  The first verse in the chapter we were in said, "O, that I were an angel, and could have the wish of my heart."  Alma wanted to proclaim the gospel as an angel so that he could help people turn their lives around.  

And Mitchell asked the boys, "Why do you think he wanted to be like an angel?"  And they responded that he wanted to be like an angel, because that's how Alma got his testimony - an angel came & his voice shook the earth, and Alma finally realized he needed to change his life, so Alma wanted to be able to proclaim the gospel in a similarly effective kind of way.  

image from 

The next thing we know, Emmett (who is only 5),

 stares at the ceiling and sighs in a slightly 



So my cute little sis turned 25.  For her birthday, we went tubing down the salt river.  I'm super lucky she thinks I'm cool enough to hang out with her young single friends...especially when I'm so old, married & pregnant.  Haha!  At any rate, we were considering taking our oldest to the river with us to tube it for the first time...he is 7 1/2, so a little young, but he is a good swimmer, and we were toying with the idea, so we asked him what he wanted to do.  Of course this boy is an avid fan of the show, "River Monsters", and so he hears rivers and thinks there's NO WAY he's going to risk his life and float on a tube with us.  

He very emphatically explained to Mitchell...

"I do NOT want to go to the river, and here are the reasons:



We decided not to risk his life - he can go when he's older.  

We were lucky - we had such a great time on the river - the weather was perfect & we enjoyed ourselves for  several hours.  The sky was still clear when we got off the river, and only 20-30 minutes later, we were still wet in our swimming suits, and driving home when there was a major downpour of MAJOR.  It was so crazy!


Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Gotta Remember This....

I love my boys...they've been making me smile lately with what they say...especially because I'm expecting a baby, and because my boys are at an age where they are curious about how these things work - we have had some interesting and funny moments regarding questions about the human anatomy and the circle of life.

One of those moments (that is actually appropriate to publicly share) came just the other day.  In just a few days from now we're going to find out the gender of our 4th baby the trendy way - (much to my husband's delight, my friend offered to throw a "gender celebration" for our family, so we had to take advantage of being hip and fun people.  I do think it's important to enjoy this baby as much as the others, even if we didn't do a gender reveal with any of our 1st 3 children, haha.) :)  We do happen to live in the 21st century, so we might as well experience it to the fullest, right?

At any rate, I was explaining to my oldest that we'll invite all our family over and find out together what this baby is going to be, and I said, "When we go, we'll need to wear the color of whatever you think the baby is going to be."

And Tyson thought for a second, "Like white or brown?"

I was so confused!  "What do you mean?"

"Like white skin or brown skin?" he said as if that was the only option.

I about died laughing & then I explained to him - "Well, Son, the baby could only have brown skin, if your daddy had brown skin."

He made a face and said, "Oh...I never thought of that!"

Kids are so cute and innocent!

Emmett has a story even funnier than that - it also came out of pure innocence, and happened during a prayer, even, but it's totally inappropriate to share online.  So sorry.  That goes in my personal journal - you can read it when I am old & gray.

Emmett does happen to be entirely convinced that this next baby is a girl, and he is really mad that he's supposed to wear pink to the party if that's what he thinks.   He says he doesn't need to wear pink, but he KNOWS it's going to be a girl, and he's decided we don't need to have a gender reveal party...that way he won't have to have anything to do with the color pink.  Tyson is a better sport about wearing pink - he's also just as certain it's going to be a girl.  I'm without a doubt expecting a boy.  We'll see in just a couple days.


Miles has recently begun talking, thanks to his fabulous speech therapist, Emily.  I am amazed at the progress we've seen from him in such a short amount of time.  I'm also shocked, because suddenly he's a little person with real words that I don't expect him to say.

For example, he's always saying, "Tank Oooh, Mommy!"  or   "Tank Oooh, Daddy!"  He's so polite.  I seriously wonder where he got it from, because I don't remind him to say these things.  He used to sign it all the time, but I'm still surprised he says thank you so naturally.

In the middle of the summer, shortly after he started speech therapy, he began to refer to himself.  I only realized he was trying to say his name after he repeated it several times and pointed to himself at the same time.  He can't say the L in his name very well, so he calls himself, "Mouws".  And I'm pretty sure that his big brother, Emmett has PERMANENTLY nicknamed Miles "Mouse" because of it.  It makes us smile every time we hear that.

In the early summer,  we were at Chick-fil-a & Miles lost his shoes in the play area.  He came out looking for me & signed perfectly, "Where'd my shoes go?"  Except in ASL it looked like...SHOES-WHERE - GO?, and he had the most darling questioning facial expressions to match the signs.  A lady sitting nearby complimented him on how amazing he was at signing - she had also seen him signing other things.  Obviously after the Chick-fil-a experience, I shouldn't have been surprised this week when, he was helping me carry in groceries.  He tried to carry the toilet paper package, but it was way too heavy for his 2 foot tall little body, and he was staggering.  I told him to set it he wandered back to me, and looked up at me, still holding the 12 toilet paper rolls, and so I told him again what to do.  He finally verbalized the question, "Where?"  It feels like such a break through & it's so amazing to me.  I'm grateful that he had a language to draw on from sign language before he could speak, and now that he is learning how to talk, he is more aptly able at putting all those deep thoughts he had in his head into words.  I'm also realizing that I have a very smart little boy on my hands.