Spring Break

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Stand Corrected

Our good friends' dog died recently. Tomorrow is the first time we will be going to their house since it happened.

So, I wanted to prepare our kids ahead of time to avoid any awkwardness when we got there. Because I am sure someone would have asked where he was.

I broke the news to each of the kids gently. Tate said "Oh, well what if their girl dog comes alive again?". Referring to their other dog who passed away some time ago.

"Tate...", I explained gently, "That can't happen. Once something dies, it doesn't come alive again."

Reese corrected me and said, "Except Jesus!".

Our Idol Experience

The excitement for American Idol in our household continues. (Well, not with David, but for the rest of us).

We are actually a few episodes behind. We just found out who made it into the top 24 tonight. The girls are getting antsy to vote. Maybe next week.

Drue seriously makes me laugh out loud at some point during every episode. Last night while we were watching it, I asked Drue if she liked a certain contestant.

"No," she said, "She has weird hair."

"Ok, well they're not judging her hair, they're judging her singing silly," I reminded her.

Then she decided, "Well, if I were a judge, I would pick them by who has the best hair, and it would be called A-hair-ican Idol!".

During the episode we watched tonight, it was down to the last two girls for one spot left in the top 24. The girl who got cut didn't take it too gracefully. While the cameras were still on her she decided to give the judges a piece of her mind.

Thankfully the little American Idol emblem blocked her two hands as she made a gesture to the judges.

Drue said, "I know what she just did with her hands."

Shocked and appalled and wondering where in the world she could have possibly learned that, I watched her pull her little hands out from under the blanket and show me...two thumbs down!

One Track Mind

On February 26, 1995 David asked me out for pizza after church.

And the rest is history.

Corny, I know. But it's a little late in the day for me to be too creative.

This past Saturday we said our "Happy Anniversaries" and reminisced about that day...16 years ago.

Later that evening we took the kids to the movies. As we were driving, David began recounting our first date for them.

"Kids, 16 years ago today I went out for pizza."

A few disinterested "oh"s and "hmmm"s could be heard from the backseat.

"Pepperoni pizza", he continued.

Still not much of a reaction.

"Do you know who ate with me?" he asked.

They started to show a little more interest at that point. "Mommy!" they guessed correctly.

"Yep, I asked Mommy out for pizza after church 16 years ago."

Then he said, "Just think, if she hadn't said yes to pizza, there's a chance that none of this would have happened."

Silence from the back.

"What do you think of that Reese?".

I waited for her sweet answer of how she was happy I said yes and happy we were her Mommy & Daddy, when she said, "You had pepperoni huh?".

Rhyme Shmyme

Tate is into rhyming words. Really into them. He will just walk into the room and say, "Dog...log...bog", out of the blue. We don't even have to be talking about any of those things.

Many a shower of mine has been interrupted with him bursting into the bathroom to share yet another set of rhyming words he's come up with. "Mommy! Hand and band rhyme!".

He does try to insert words that aren't really words, however. Which I let him get away with at first, just to get down the concept of rhyming. But since he's getting ready to start Kindergarten, I figured it was probably time to fine tune his thought processes a little bit. Such as pointing out things that aren't actual words.

Last night at bedtime we were snuggling in his bed for a few minutes. He was on one of his rhyming kicks. "Water...glotter", he said.

"Well, those do rhyme Tate, but glotter isn't a word. What else rhymes with water?" I probed him.

He offered blotter. Which is a real word. But I suspect was a lucky guess on his part.

He then touched his little nose with his finger and said, "Nose...bose", with a big grin on his face.

Knowing full well that he was not aware of the high end speaker system with the same name, I just said, "Tate, bose isn't a word", trying to get him to think of another one.

His eyebrows furrowed together confused and he grabbed a little piece of his hair and said, "Yeah, don't Reese and Drue wear a bow in their hair?".

Perhaps I'm the one who needs her thought processes fine tuned...

Reading Beauty

Drue is our eager reader. It's just something she excels in. She's surpassed Reese's level. Which is a problem. For Reese that is. We try and not make a big deal out of it while at the same time cheer her on. Yeah, it's a tough one.

Drue gets a different book to bring home for reading than her classmates. She recently brought home one about glaciers. It was the first book she's had this year that caused her a little bit of trouble.

I was folding laundry up on our bed while she read it to me.

"No sweetie. It's not glass-ears...it's glay-sures" I would correct her.

I can usually figure out what she's trying to sound out and guide her without having to actually be looking at the words with her. But even I was stumped when she continued on and said, "3...tiny o...f."

I paused mid-fold. "Whoa, whoa, whoa...back up there little lady. Read that again?".

"3...tiny o...f", she repeated.

I reached for her book and she pointed out to me exactly what she had read, "See? 3...tiny o...f."

I had to chuckle a little bit when I explained to her that it was, in fact, a symbol for 3 degrees Farenheit.