"Dust is disgusting because it's our dead skin. It's the skin we used to have. Like probably my skin when I was four. That was a long time ago. It's all dead skin particles, like when you shave your feet. And also I can spell 'together'."
(I use a scouring grate on my feet because they crack really bad.)
Gage took this picture of his new shoes.
I love being a mom.
04 June, 2015
01 June, 2015
So she took a couple more breathy songs, but finally her eyes rolled back and twitched a little, and I knew I was in the clear.
When I climbed into Gage's bunk, he was ready:
"Mom, here's what I'm worried about. What if the world is going to end and we're all just going to die? What if we're not going to live as long as Jesus says we are? I just don't get all that stuff."
I talked about what eternal life actually means, spirits, bodies, resurrection, all the Mormon stuff you non-Mormons probably think is pretty 'peculiar' (tee-hee-hee, Mormon joke), and then I tried to gently and sweetly calm his fears thinking this was a major Mom Is Awesome moment that he would tell his kids about in twenty years.
"Do you have any more questions for me?"
"Yeah, I do. Mom…. Mommy, where is Meet the Robinson's? I think we need to watch that more, but I have no idea where it is."
"I'll try to find it tomorrow. Any more questions?"
"Yeah, Mommy… what do I do if I'm hungry and it's late? Like right now. Like I could really eat a lot of food right now, but I know you said earlier that it was my last chance to eat. So…"
"I'll send Daddy up with a banana."
"Or I could come downstairs."
"I'll send Dad up."
I'm trying to decide what my favorite stage is, because lately I've been in a trance thinking about tiny newborn babies and how much I adore them. But then I also love to smily, smushy, learning toddler years. And the independent, hilarious-but-also-mean, incredibly affectionate 3-4 year old stage. Five to six is new to me, but I love it. He's so funny, he's so real, he's a deep thinker, and he helps me so much with the other two. He's at the stage of life where he is beginning to love learning because it pushes him, and I love that. We are connecting in a whole different way than before - one where we can discuss different ideas and principles and there is something really magical in that.
I love Gage more than I could ever try to explain; even when he asks for snacks at bedtime ;).
28 May, 2015
Our princess turned three on the twenty-fifth. It has hit me like a dagger to the heart that my baby girl is no longer a baby. She is a girl. With long legs and pigtails and a smile that is so confident and so young, as if she knows a wonderful secret that she wishes she could tell you. Oh, Kjel. We love you so much!
The birthday weekend began Friday, when Steven joined us on our weekly pilgrimage to "Taco" (Costco). Sometimes Kjel also calls it "Socko" but "Taco" is the go-to. We decided to get real tacos at The Azteca after gorging on samples and filling the cart and filling up the car and then thought, we need more filling. So taquitos it was. Kjel mostly just hid under the table and screamed in her high pitch "singing" voice primary songs with "poop" inserted at various points - "Jesus wants me for a sun-POOP! To shine for him each POOP!"
But Steven, Will, and I ate. Way too much probably. Oh, the salsa.
Saturday morning, the kids actually slept in! Until seven! It was loco! And we immediately began birthday party prep. I made the cake as fast as I possibly could, bathed the monkeys, Steven picked up the balloons, and Will walked around eating various things off of the floor.
When the friends all came, dressed like princesses (Jonah was a superhero) and ready to party, we were stoked to get the whole thing started. Mostly because I thought Kjel might crash from the anticipation of her real, true, actual birthday party being just moments away instead of weeks or months away. Luckily, she did not crash, but quietly and somewhat stoically went about the celebrations in her princess dress with her Sophia crown.
To be honest, I'm not one of those amazing birthday party moms who has themed food and fantastic decor and exhilarating activities planned. We just ate a little, played some games, played outside, ate some more, opened presents, played outside some more. I thought it was fun.
Her real birthday, Monday, was also Memorial Day. We had our ward's annual Memorial Day picnic at the park which is probably my favorite ward activity ever. So by the time everyone was awake and had eaten and presents had been opened, it was about time to head over. Will crashed just moments before we would've left, so we let him sleep and Kjel and Gage played perfectly around the downstairs while Steven and I took a much-needed rest in our room.
The picnic was great, as usual, but poor Kjel kept coming up to me, pulling on my pants until I'd hold her, then saying, "But I just wanna go hooooome." Not whiny, just sweetly. This is what I love about Kjel, and Gage, too: They are cool with just doing their thang. If that means that no one else wants to do it with them, whatever. How to explain this. Gage quickly found his group of dudes that want to run around like ninjas, making things out of blades of grass and darting behind benches to hide from imaginary enemies. Kjel found her little friends too, and played for a while, ("Oh, hi Mommy. I'm just hanging out with my friends," she said while laying back on the grass with three other toddler girls). But then she just kind of wandered off. Not in a loner, insecure way, but in a confident way. It made me proud.
Anyway, we stayed for quite a while, then packed up and headed to Friendly's, where Kjel ate two french fries and an enormous Sundae. When everyone sang to her, she beamed.
Three wishes for my Kjelli-Girl At Three:
That your confidence will only grow
That your sweet prayers will stay as sincere as they are now
That you will never lose your nurturing nature