Sam begs me to get this cereal every time we go to the store. He also has been begging his dad for months. Which one of us caved? Pat. He's such a softie. I told him I thought it would have been a great Christmas present and now he ruined it since he's such a pushover! Sam's happy though. He was convinced he would like these, and he was right.
I FINALLY got a couple of ponytails out of Leia's hair. Now how do you keep her from pulling them out after 5 minutes?
1)Chasing each other around the park- Tag- like it's life or death.
2)Playing 'Don't wake the Lion'
3)Playing Hide and Seek, especially in the dark with a flashlight
4)Playing Duck, Duck, Goose
5)Having Dance contests. Whenever a good song comes on at home or in the car then two or more of us will have a dance contest. Whichever boy isn't dancing, does points. I have no idea what their judging criteria is, or how the points are awarded, all I can say is that I'm awesome and usually win. Mostly though, that's probably due to the fact that they don't want Dad to win, or one of their brothers.
6)Making burritos. This is pictured below. Dad wraps the kids up as tight as he can, tucking the blanket as much as he can and then they have to get out of it. It's funniest when he picks them up and sticks them between a wall and a couch so that they can't unroll easily. They have to inch worm out of the tight spot first.
This week was somehow busier than last, and though I won't go into the gory details, I'll just say I spent at least 30 hours on my calling. Temple, phone calls, emails, meetings, shopping, making crafty stuff, multi-stake dance, making invitations to the stake auxiliary meeting, and here I am making cookies for the ward conference in town yesterday, for the young women and their leaders. After this month I hardly have anything for the next two months, so that's good. I did have fun talking with everyone while we chaperoned the dance. It was like finally we weren't in a meeting and could just chat. I really admire the ladies I get to work with!
Lastly, want to say how proud I am of all my kids. We had a parent teacher conference with Evan's teacher Ms. Wilson, and she told me how amazed she is that he's picking up everything so well even though he started the school year almost 2 months late. Evan recited a poem too, one he memorized at home, called The Puffin, and was able to say it in front of half the school at flag ceremony. He did terrific, and felt very proud since it's one that Pat recited when he was young and it's kind of long. Anyway, Ms. Wilson sat and talked with us for an HOUR, and I kept expecting another appointment to arrive, or for her to start pushing us out, but we genuinely enjoyed each other and just had a great talk, and she was happy to answer all our questions. She was a kindred spirit, and I'm so glad Evan got her. When Dallas was in school for first grade it was never like that. I think the difference is the school. This charter school is a blessing. I often wonder why I put him in school just because it's one more thing to do each day, but I felt so grateful after that meeting. I think things happened the way they did for a reason, and next year my other two boys will be caught up, so that if we feel led to put all three in next year, it will work.
Yesterday the boys also participated in the primary program at church. My three boys sang a verse of a song together (they volunteered to do it!), and did well on their speaking parts, sang well, (Dallas gets the award for loudest person in the building again and he had a sty on his eye that was really bothering him so he had that eye pinched shut and looked like a pirate while he sang), and Dallas even played a song for the other kids to sing along to- Stand for the Right. During one song I noticed that Evan's eyes were closed the whole time. After church he told me, "Mom, I know Nephi's Courage so well I can even sing it with my eyes shut!"
Our primary tried to use the talents of several children, and it was a great program!