Friday, January 27, 2012

Arts and Crafts

I'm not what I would classify as "crafty."  I don't really do the cutting and pasting thing.  Charlotte and I went to get her some scissors and glue sticks this week; I also got her some pink glitter glue which was very exciting for her.  Then, during nap, I googled cut and paste worksheets, finding this one where you cut out the apples and paste them on the tree. 

I decided to let Charlotte cut out the letters on her own.  Adam laughed later and said that I learned something that every kindergarten intern learns: children have to learn to use scissors. :) Haha.  After she had "cut out the letters," I cut out the ones that could be salvaged and gave them to her to glue onto the tree.

 She was very serious about gluing the letters onto to tree.  I tried a couple of times to get her to color either the letters or the tree, but she wasn't really interested.
 The piece de resistance of course was the pink glitter glue applied liberally to most of the letters.  Yup, this took overnight to dry. :) Haha.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Interview with a Three-Year-Old

So this interview was on Lisa's and Ashley's blogs with their kids, so I thought I would try it with Charlotte.  She was joking around a lot, so her answers aren't all serious.  Some of them are pretty funny, even though I'm not sure she heard every question and thought about it before she answered.

1. What is your name?

2. How old are you?
3 (with fingers)

3. What is your mom's name?

4. What does your mom do during the day?
I want to go to Wal-Mart.

5.  What is your dad's name?

6. What does your dad do during the day?
He goes potty and takes a shower, I guess.

7. What is your favorite color?

8. What is your favorite thing to eat?

9. Who are your friends?
At school: Tyler, Taylor and Jessica
At church: Vivian and Kate, Macy

10. What is your favorite song?
I like the motions of beneath me, all around me, my Father's angels will protect me (a song from her school's Christmas program)

11.What is your brother's name?

12. What is your favorite place to go?
I like to go to the mall and get the ice cream.

13. What is your favorite thing to do?
I like to play with baby Jesus.

14. What do you like about your mommy?

15.What do you to be when you grow up?
I want to be a bear, Rapunzel.

16.What is your favorite book?
The Belle one (a Disney princess storybook)

17.What does Jonah like to do?
He plays around (she's kidding, but won't give me a real answer)

18.What makes Mommy and good Mommy?
I don't know. (Me neither, haha)

19. How does Daddy make you laugh?
He plays with the toys with me!

20.What do you and Daddy do together?
We color the pictures.

21. How do you know that Mommy loves you?

22. How do you know that Daddy loves you?
He combs my hair and gets me dressed.

23.Where is Mommy's favorite place to go?
To Target

Friday, January 20, 2012

A "Gifts of the Magi" Moment

Courageous DVD
We both rented this movie today as a surprise for the other one.  Haha.  It's been a long time since something like that happened...I like it. :)

For the Grandparents (and Auntie)

I don't have much time this morning, but I was online and thought I would post this picture of the kids I took Wednesday.  Love y'all.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Daddy-Daughter Date Night

Adam took Charlotte to see Beauty and the Beast in 3D today. She had to wear her Rapunzel dress. :)

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Breaking out the Bottles

This could only mean one thing....DATE NIGHT!  :)

Thursday, January 12, 2012

The truth about being home

It's complicated.

For those of you who don't know, I am on maternity leave for about the next month from teaching.  My deep-seated desire, though, ever since my daughter was born three years ago is to be home.  There was a lot of emotion tied to that desire three years ago, and since then, praise God, I am a lot less crazy about it than I was.  That's all I'll say about that for now.

The short answer about how things are going at home is that I love being home.  It is everything that I feel like is profitable for me to be doing.  I am training my daughter, Charlotte.  Not only that, but I am nurturing her, correcting her English and laughing at the funny things she says just like my mom did for me.  I am feeding her, watching what she watches, guiding her activities and weathering her meltdowns.  Then there's Jonah.  I can care for him on his schedule, sleep (sort of, if he sleeps when Charlotte sleeps) if it's been a hard night and help Charlotte learn how to interact with him.

But it's hard.  It's similar but very different from teaching.  And the thing is, I knew this going in - I knew that it wasn't going to be easy.  It's exhausting all the time, and has points of being frustrating, aimless and repetitive.  It's much more physically demanding than teaching, with both more and less at stake all the time. I lift more, I climb more stairs, I vaccuum and clean and haul laundry, sometimes while holding an 11 pound infant or 40 pound 3 year-old. I feel like it matters more ultimately; these are the children that I have been entrusted with for good, not just for English class.  Like I said at the beginning, it's complicated.

I love that Charlotte wants to be me.  Not in an egotistical way, and there is a sense of pressure in the role model I am for her - I just genuinely love that she copies everything I do in her own way.  She carries around a baby in the afternoon when Jonah is fussy and I'm carrying him around.  You've seen all the stuff she keeps in her (retired) Vera purse that is just an old one I don't use anymore.  The purse has to be Vera because that's what I carry. She always carries her keys and her phone, along with lip balm and hand sanitizer.  She wants to help with dinner, and everytime she finds one of Jonah's blankets (even put away), she folds it.  She turns on his CD player EVERY TIME she walks into his room.  She shushes her babies and fusses at them for being "disobedient."  I feel like she is learning ten times more from me just being around me than anything I am intentionally trying to teach her, and though I am far from perfect, I know I am better than daycare because I am her MOM.

My earnest prayer is that this desire of mine can be fulfilled soon.  God knows our obstacles and can surmount them.  However, since Adam and I just watched Facing the Giants again this past week, if God doesn't surmount our obstacles and I teach into retirement, I will still love Him.  I just wanted to share how maternity leave is going.  Soli Deo Gloria, friends.

I tried, but couldn't flip the picture.  For some reason, every time I went to add it, Blogger flipped it. Grr.

Anyway, this picture is the entire CURRENT contents of Charlotte's purse.  She insists on bringing it everywhere with her.  The contents fit into three main categories: baby care, things Mommy carries in her purse and play food.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Guess who... officially... month old today?

Behold, children are a gift of the Lord,

The fruit of the womb is a reward.

Psalm 129:3

We praise God for His faithfulness and goodness to us. Soli Deo Gloria.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Calming an infant

There are many tried and true methods of calming an upset (in my case, gassy) infant. Here are some ways that work in my house, in order of them working:

5. Adam's burping (which is somehow much better than mine)

4. Laying said infant on its stomach on someone's chest

3. A vibrating bouncy chair

2. Gas drops and/or gripe water (I haven't tried gripe water yet; I'm hanging onto it like a life raft just in case...)

And last, the most effective infant soothing method in my house (for BOTH of my kids)...

1. Meat Loaf - the singer, not the food.

I'm not kidding. Jonah was fussing for about an hour when Adam was working at the game store this weekend, and he was only quiet when I was holding him. After about an hour, I remembered that Charlotte always quieted down when we turned on Meat Loaf (or Classic Crime or any other kind of guitar-heavy rock), so I put it on. And voila - before Meat Loaf had begun to sing "I Would Do Anything for Love," Jonah was asleep in his baby seat. Haha.