20 January, 2017

Hair Cut Evolution

Oh, how I have evolved. Hair cuts used to involve high chairs, capes, chocolate chips, happy music, and four different razor guards to give the boys perfectly tapered fancy hair cuts.


Now I do more of a "shock and awe" thing where I just snatch them, strip them of clothing and go at it on their heads with one razor guard and go as short as I dare so that we don't find ourselves having to repeat the process sooner than necessary.


The boys are stoic through it all. Gage is extra careful not to drool during his haircuts, and he also knows that complaining makes me go slower. Will knows that getting hair stuck to his sweaty little feet is unpleasant. Both boys know that I mean business and that their cooperation is simply non-negotiable when they hear the clickity-clack of me opening up the box of haircutting supplies.


I love being a mom to my girls and to my boys, and being partners and best friends with Steven. He helps me laugh through the haircuts that would sometimes make me want to tear my own hair out. Life is so good!
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19 January, 2017

Broken Moom

Will loves the book Goodnight Moon. I love it too. The illustrations are so pretty! 

While we were reading it last night, Will saw the crescent moon in the painting of the cow jumping over the room and said, "Wait! Stop! What's that broken moom?" (He calls the moon the moom).

And then he saw the full moon and said, "Oh! I have a good idea! That's the fixed moom!"


It's painful for me to even consider that someday these adorable toddler conversations won't be part of my every-day-all-day life. I adore toddlerhood. I adore Will as a toddler. Why, WHY do they have to grow up?! 

18 January, 2017

Yer a Wizard!

Over Christmas break, Gage started reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.


He has five chapters left! He reads every spare minute in the day, and gets to read up in his bed for fifteen minutes each night before lights out. He cherishes every single second of those fifteen minutes and I hate to snap him out of his reverie when it's time to put the book on his desk and close his eyes for sleep.


The other night we had Eight is Great at the church (when kids turn eight in our church they are eligible to choose to get baptized, as well as join the scouting program or a fun program called Activity Days for girls). Anyway, we only live a half-mile from our church building, so Gage and Kjel and I bundled up and walked while Steven drove the babies in the van.

We talked about Harry Potter the whole time. "What would you name your owl if you had one?" "Mom, if a letter came that Hogwart's was real and they wanted me to become a wizard, would you let me go?" "When Grandma comes to visit can she make me a black cloak and a red quidditch cloak?"


Last Sunday we asked Gage if he's had any more questions come about from our Big Talk we had with him a couple of months ago. "Nope. I just want to know about when you were eleven and Harry Potter came out."

Ha.

We talked and talked about how my school had a competition for the best essay about what kind of candy we would invent if we lived in the wizarding world (Samantha won, I cried about it), and about how I cried again one night when I was a sophomore in high school, when I finished one of the books and realized that Hogwart's really truly wasn't real. Oh man. I'll have to remind Gage about that when he's a sophomore.

I love having a book worm boy around!
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