Puke and Crawling

Good news and yucky news.

Benjamin is an official mover. He does more of a fish flop than an actual crawl, but it's worthy of a blog, a journal entry, some pictures, and an update in the baby book!

Joshua has a bug or something. I think we went through every blanket and towel and sheet in the house last night. Gross. He seems a little bit better this morning, though, so hopefully it has run it's course.

That's it. We can't get the wireless internet to work in our apartment for some reason, so the computer with all the pictures is out of comission. So, still no pictures, but we'll continue working on the problem. Bye, now!

No Idea!

Many of you will remember that when Emmeline was a baby her favorite phrase was, "No idea!" (pronounced "no 'dea"). Well, we haven't heard the phrase in a while until today on the way home from church. As we summitted on the way home, Luke was going off about how all the speakers in stake conference had gone over leaving no time for the Stake President, how he couldn't hear anything because we had to sit in the back, etc. Once he was done with his tirade he asked EmJ what she learned in church and she said clearly, with attitude, "I have no-o idea!" It was hysterical and totally fit the moment. Ironically, Willie's favorite phrase right now is, "I don't know." That's helpful. Did you hit your brother? I don't know. Do you need a diaper change? I don't know. Can you count to ten for me? I don't know.

One other humorous story, that perfectly illustrates the great "country" we live in. Emmeline and Joshua were playing outside at the park with Joshua's pop gun (and about three other kids). I could see the kids from the window, as could the parents of all the other kids. Anyway, I'm sitting at my window laughing at the kids playing Mcgyver or something, and all of a sudden the apartment security man speeds up in his golf cart yelling to "put the gun down!" My kids, of course, clammed up, but one of the other girls held up the gun to show him it was just a toy.

Now, I have no problem with building security looking out for my kids. Awesome. I do have a problem with the fact that somebody finked on my kids. Somebody too nosy to mind their own business and too cowardly to take any responsibility. Don't you think that if you saw kids that you thought were playing with a gun you would get that gun from them as soon as possible? In this case, all you had to do was watch or listen for two seconds to know they did NOT have a gun.

Grrrr. I was going to go off about personal responsibility, with words like liberal and moron mixed in, but that wouldn't be very nice. I'm no good at articulating myself anyway. It just really bothered me that this happened and that the motivation of the "finker" was all wrong. Besides, it's probably the same person that tattle-tales when the kids ride their bikes out there. Grrrr.

Finally, we've been teaching the kids how to spell. Next time you see them, ask them how to spell Success...they'll say "W-O-R-K." We're working on Problems..."L-I-B-E-R-A-L."

Well, now I feel sufficiently guilty for chewing out the world. We're not always this cynical! I promise that the next post will be good and uplifting!

Preschool

So, I'm sitting here eating stale peanut butter sandwiches and trying to catch my breath. Five four year olds? Three hours? No problem, right? Yikes! Today was MY first day of preschool. Emmeline started preschool about a month ago. We do it with the other kids at church and rotate the preschool from house to house--so this week is my week. I enjoyed today, and I'm sure I'll enjoy Wednesday, but I'm sure glad I only have school at my house every fifth week! Today confirmed what I already knew--kids intimidate me, and they smell fear! Give me a bunch of high schoolers and I'm good, preschoolers, not so good. One of the activities we did, however, was making letters with our bodies (hold your arms out to make a T, etc), and I really enjoyed that. I think on Wednesday I'll pull out a mat and teach them how to do cartwheels. I can handle cartwheels. Maybe I should just designate myself the P.E. teacher...no shapes or letters or singing at my house.

It was really interesting to see EmJ in her domain. She let everybody know the rules of the house and the best hiding spots for hide and seek. It suprised me how vocal she was, since she never usually says a word in primary or preschool. Usually she also just sits back and watches, doesn't participate at all, but in our house she opened up a little bit more.

Alright. I've sufficiently caught my breath. It's time to go clean up and get ready to do it again in a few days.

Proof that kids listen to what you say...

It's been so long since I've been on here that I had to look up my password today. To all of you religious bloggers (who need to get a life) I apologize! I decided today that if I wait for the move to be "complete" and the house to be "perfect", then I will never get anything done, ever. So, tonight I'll humor you with a story...and maybe one day I'll be able to post pictures and updates of everything that's been happening in the last few months.

Today, EmJ came up the stairs and noticed that Luke had moved one of her toys out of it's place. Here's the exchange:

EmJ: What happened here?
Luke: Sorry, I accidentally moved it.
EmJ: Do you think it's just going to crawl back on it's own?
Luke: I forgot to put it back.
EmJ: Do you think it's going to crawl back?
Luke: I'll put it away.
EmJ: I'll just do it.

One more thing...We have stairs! An upstairs and a downstairs!! You wouldn't believe how much more space we feel like we have in this new townhome, simply because of the stairs. It's wonderful!