I get a lot of great quotes out of the kids, some more publishable than others. ;) Today's was overheard as Alex and Bianca were sitting at the dining room table coloring. I have no idea what the context was (I'm guessing they were talking about what they were drawing) but all of a sudden I hear Alex pipe up, "Yeah, and baby horses eat baby corn."
To which Bianca replied, "Ewww..." (no idea why; she likes baby corn in stir fry!) and Alex's response, "No, really, they do. They like it."
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
On strength
For Tim's birthday, Grandma and Grandpa O. got him a t-shirt and short set with a dinosaur on it. Tim loves them, and even more since Papa told him that that kind of shirt (without sleeves) is called a "muscle shirt".
Yesterday was Tim's day to help so he got to pick what we had for afternoon snack and then help me make it. He picked some butterscotch brownies from a cookie cookbook that we have. As I added the flour and the dough became more difficult to stir, he turned to me very seriously and said,
"You have to be strong to stir these cookies. It's a good thing I have my muscle shirt on since it makes me stronger."
Yesterday was Tim's day to help so he got to pick what we had for afternoon snack and then help me make it. He picked some butterscotch brownies from a cookie cookbook that we have. As I added the flour and the dough became more difficult to stir, he turned to me very seriously and said,
"You have to be strong to stir these cookies. It's a good thing I have my muscle shirt on since it makes me stronger."
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
On reading
Emily thinks she can read.
She can't. She can sound a few words out, but she much prefers to just guess.
I do oral reading every day with the three oldest as part of our homeschooling, and sometimes she just can't stand being left out (I do reading with the youngest three as a group as they are all at about the same place), so occasionally she begs me to allow her to read to me. While I would love to encourage her, it's honestly incredibly painful.
Let me illustrate.
She gets a reading book and begins going through the pictures and telling me the words she knows. Then she gets to C-U-B.
"Cat?"
"No, Emily, sound it out."
"Cup?"
"No, try again."
"Basement?"
Sigh.
She can't. She can sound a few words out, but she much prefers to just guess.
I do oral reading every day with the three oldest as part of our homeschooling, and sometimes she just can't stand being left out (I do reading with the youngest three as a group as they are all at about the same place), so occasionally she begs me to allow her to read to me. While I would love to encourage her, it's honestly incredibly painful.
Let me illustrate.
She gets a reading book and begins going through the pictures and telling me the words she knows. Then she gets to C-U-B.
"Cat?"
"No, Emily, sound it out."
"Cup?"
"No, try again."
"Basement?"
Sigh.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Alive
I am. We are.
And absolutely loving life.
When I first decided to quit working, there were a whole series of emotions I went through with regards to being at home. Would I be a lousy stay-at-home-mom? Could I handle everyone at home all the time? Would I want to go back to work in a few months?
I
love
it.
I love being home, more than I did even the first few months. I still don't clean enough. There is still always more to do than I have time. There are still always small people whining.
And it is wonderful.
In the past couple of months we've had two birthdays (one of them mine!) and we now have ages 9, 8, 7, 6, 6, 5. I just realized a couple of days ago that for one month of the year three of our girls will be the same age. Heaven help us when it's 16, 15, 14, 13, 13, and 13.
We traveled to Ohio for Mark's annual vintage base ball festival. The kids had a blast and I am glad to be through the first year of it with 6 of them. ;) The second year is always easier because they know what to expect. I did have to laugh when a few weeks before we went Bianca was telling a friend that at the hotel pool they had a button you push for bubbles. That information came from Tim and was referring to the hot tub. Bianca had no idea what he was talking about but it was very exciting all the same. It definitely helps to have older siblings who can ease the fear of new places with their excitement.
Eventually there might be pictures to go with posts but don't count on it. That's one of the reasons I haven't posted--I kept wanting to get pictures to go with the posts and it never happens.
And absolutely loving life.
When I first decided to quit working, there were a whole series of emotions I went through with regards to being at home. Would I be a lousy stay-at-home-mom? Could I handle everyone at home all the time? Would I want to go back to work in a few months?
I
love
it.
I love being home, more than I did even the first few months. I still don't clean enough. There is still always more to do than I have time. There are still always small people whining.
And it is wonderful.
In the past couple of months we've had two birthdays (one of them mine!) and we now have ages 9, 8, 7, 6, 6, 5. I just realized a couple of days ago that for one month of the year three of our girls will be the same age. Heaven help us when it's 16, 15, 14, 13, 13, and 13.
We traveled to Ohio for Mark's annual vintage base ball festival. The kids had a blast and I am glad to be through the first year of it with 6 of them. ;) The second year is always easier because they know what to expect. I did have to laugh when a few weeks before we went Bianca was telling a friend that at the hotel pool they had a button you push for bubbles. That information came from Tim and was referring to the hot tub. Bianca had no idea what he was talking about but it was very exciting all the same. It definitely helps to have older siblings who can ease the fear of new places with their excitement.
Eventually there might be pictures to go with posts but don't count on it. That's one of the reasons I haven't posted--I kept wanting to get pictures to go with the posts and it never happens.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
This speaks volumes
It is ever so inappropriate for me to go nearly two months without posting, and then to only post a link. But I'm going to anyway. It speaks so eloquently as to life post-adoption. I am sure that some of you who click through and read it will think it's so nice we haven't had to go through any of that.
Ha.
I do feel...fortunate? blessed? at how many issues we have not had. But however you look at it, none of our kids had an ideal start to life. All six of them were abandoned, some of them mere minutes after birth. Others were given the "opportunity" to love a parent who then rejected them later on.
How much does that hurt, to know you're not wanted?
Read Jen's after the airport story for a good look at life post-adoption for pretty much every adoptive family I know, domestic and international.
Ha.
I do feel...fortunate? blessed? at how many issues we have not had. But however you look at it, none of our kids had an ideal start to life. All six of them were abandoned, some of them mere minutes after birth. Others were given the "opportunity" to love a parent who then rejected them later on.
How much does that hurt, to know you're not wanted?
Read Jen's after the airport story for a good look at life post-adoption for pretty much every adoptive family I know, domestic and international.
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