Valentine’s Traditions

So, what’s your valentine’s tradition?  Flowers?  Chocolate?  A nice dinner?  My mother has this funny little tradition and the oddest thing about it is that she didn’t even know it was a tradition!  I’ve noticed over the last several years that she goes to the dentist on Valentine’s day.  So today when I called her I asked how her dentist appointment was and when she actually starteted telling me I had to laugh.  I explained to her that no one had told me she had an appointment, but that everytime I talked to her on Valentine’s day she had been to the dentist that morning.  We both had a good laugh after that.

As I started writing this post Charlotte was driving cars down her leg and saying “weeee” then giggling while  Isaac was “making his train beautiful.”  He was doing this by decorating the couch with small cars and other odds and ends.  Now they’ve moved on to cooking.  Isaac says they’re making “soup with french fries in it.”  It sounds like a culinary masterpiece. 

Positive Reinforcement

pottyToday we tried a new approach to potty training.  This involves a chart where the boy can earn rewards by placing stickers each time he succeeds at using the toilet.  The first reward, a little toy truck, came at five stickers on the chart.  Well, somehow, the kid contrived to go five times tonight in the space of about two hours.  That’s about the number of lifetime attempts prior to today, so wow.  Stickers and trucks are the answer.

One potential pitfall: in spite of lots of three-year-old grunting, there’s been no success with Number 2.  The other potential problem: we may run low on chart space pretty quickly at this rate, and I’m not sure what our truck budget looks like.  Still, there’s no arguing with results.

Children and Cats Christmas Morning

This was the first Christmas where Isaac got the whole Santa thing (we’re still working on the Bethlehem angle with him), so he was very excited to go out and open presents.  He read the names and delivered presents to everyone, and each toy had to be enjoyed a little before another one could be opened.  Jill (the cat) also got a kick out of the boxes, as you can see by the pictures.  They’ve really enjoyed the gifts; I think we tried not to go too far overboard this year, and just get them a few things that will bring them some lasting enjoyment.  The wagon will have to wait for better weather, with the exception of the occasional ride around the house.  Charlotte loves her new kitchen toys, and their new doodle pads (the magnetic sort) have stayed interesting to both kids.  I think they both had a good time and things went pretty well.

How to handle a monster

abominable snowmonster Children are funny little creatures.  With it being the Christmas season, we’ve had a number of those terrible kid’s specials on the tube, and Isaac really latched on to Rudolph.  It’s been years since I’ve seen it, and it hasn’t aged well (if it was ever any good at all).  Anyway, Isaac got pretty creeped out about the Abominable Snowman.  He’s spent the last couple of nights asking Mom and Dad to make sure all the monsters get taken to the dentist to have their teeth taken out.

And don’t get me started about the whole Frosty thing.  The child-molester narrator turned out to be the worst-looking animation of Andy Griffith, a detail I’d forgotten from my youth.  And did we really need a storyline where Frosty gets married?  The other show that’s been on a lot is that Tom Hanks version of The Polar Express.  Two words: uncanny valley.

Hyperion Series by Dan Simmons

So I just finished a decent SciFi series by Dan Simmons.  This is the first I’ve read of his work, and I thought it was pretty decent as current SciFi stuff goes.  It’s a commentary on my reading style that I have to go through books a couple of times before I really know where I stand on them sometimes.  This is one of those; when I reached the end, I wasn’t really sure how to feel.  I will say the ending has been cycling in my head for a few days now.  It does carry some emotion.  He seems to have a knack for his characters most of the time; they’re unique, lifelike, interesting (mostly), and make sense in their context. 

Anyway, you can tell from the paragraph above that I’m a little scattered on this one.  The series consists of four books: Hyperion, The Fall of Hyperion, Endymion, and The Rise of Endymion.  It’s more like two pair than a real series; the events of the second two books are separated by nearly three hundred years from the first two, so you can take a breather in between and read something else.

I guess some of my problem with this is religious.  SciFi a lot of times tried to present answers to the flaws in our lives, and does a pretty miserable job at it.  The author’s characters have no belief in any life after death, and the way they deal with it seems empty.  I know some folks would call me deluded to think about life after death, but I get a very hollow feeling when I read some of these attempts to deal with grief and loss.  "They live on in their loved ones and memories."  Pretty weak.  There’s something so vital and vibrant in each person, that having it just quit at death doesn’t feel right to most people.  Dan Simmons makes a very vibrant and powerful personality in the second two books, and the belief that nothing but memories is left after death feels sad and wrong to me.  I guess that’s my main complaint against the books, and others may not have the same issues.

Hyperion

Hiking with Isaac

Isaac at Cecret Lake

Isaac and I took a little hike together today up above Alta, to Cecret Lake.  He was a great hiker, going up the whole way and about a third of the way back before he was worn out.  The trip up and back is under two miles, but the kid is only three, so he can get worn out if he wants too.  He used one of my trekking poles at its shortest length while we walked over snow and mud, and climbed over rocks.  He kept talking about everything he saw, trees, mountains, but mostly the dirt and rocks and ice on the trail.  It’s hard to look around much when you’re thinking about where your feet are going.  By the time we got back to the car, we’d worn him out pretty good, and he was nearly asleep on my shoulders. 

One funny thing I wanted to mention: Isaac calls all my friends Rawlyn.  I guess he knows Rawlyn best.  Today we were hiking with my friend Zac Cook, and Isaac kept having to be reminded of the right name.  He does the same thing with my friend Mike.

One more picture of a tired boy after the jump.

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The brain of a toddler is an interesting thing!

From our log: 

9.26.07 Zach and I came home for lunch today and as we were making sandwiches, Zach was teasing Isaac a little and said “should we make a Eustace sandwich?” to which Isaac said “No, Eustace is not a pickle!”

We walked down to the park this evening and imageI brought along my new camera. Isaac and  Charlotte were holding hands and walking down the sidewalk so I let go of the hand I was holding and took some pictures from behind and from the front. Isaac got very concerned and told me that I needed to keep them safe from cars by holding a hand. He would say “you need to keep us out of the street.” On the way home from the park he once again declared that he was Charlotte’s mom, but this time he said that I was her mom as well and that she had twimageo mommys. Then he started to talk about how Charlotte’s two mommys love her and keep her safe from cars and when she cries, her two mommys give her hugs and kisses and help her to be happy. It was very sweet, despite the fact that he refused to accept the role of big brother instead.

9.27.07 Here’s a conversation that Zach told me about. He said “Isaac, does dad love you? ” Isaac: “yes” Zach: “How much does dad you love?” Isaac: “Daddy loves Isaac a little much”

9.30.07 Grandma Cochran (Zach’s mom) said the other day she was putting a shirt on Isaac and saiimaged something about putting the shirt over his little head to which he replied “Isaac does not have a little head, Isaac has a big head.” Which is actually a quite accurate description.

This morning Isaac woke up all wet. I threw his sheets in the wash before church. When he came home and saw his bed, he said “Isaac’s bed is naked. The bed is cold, it needs some blankets on it.”

Then this evening as he was enjoying possibly the first Sloppy Joe that he has ever eaten, he started talking about it and he said that it has sausage and chicken in it.

Charlotte likes to climb up on Grandpa’s Tricycle.  She’s so proud of herself after she makes it to the seat.  She sits down with a triumphant smile and puts her feet up.

Catpile

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So I guess sleep is where our cats are Vikings.  Jill is surviving Charlotte so far, and even seems to like her well enough.  Jack and Eustace remain a little more cautious still, but they like the kids well enough.  All three have learned to co-exist well enough, and though they still tussle, it’s more in fun than anything else.  Jack is still the alpha cat, but Eustace has dropped to about theta.  Jill kind of beats up on him.

This doesn’t look like a post–IT IS A POST!

9.24.07 I had pulled the vacuum and other similar items out of the kitchen so that I could mop the floor. When Isaac saw them in the living room he said “This is a vacuum store.” I wasn’t intentionally correcting him when I replied “yeah, it looks like a vacuum store.” He quickly responded wi th “Not looks like a vacuum store, it is a vacuum store!” I didn’t realize how often I respond to his declarations with the phrase “yeah, it looks like_____” until I started getting the correction: “not looks like ____, it is ____!” He’ll tell me that his block creation is a rocket and I’ll say “yeah, it looks like a rocket” to which he responds “not looks like a rocket, it is a rocket.” The latest correction came as we were reading our new batc h of library books. I had this book about exotic cats and on the cover was a mostly white cat. Isaac declared that Jill Pole (our kitten) was on the cover of the book to which I replied that the kitten looked a little like Jill Pole and you can probably guess his response, it was “not looks like Jill Pole, it is Jill Pole!” Then he opened the book and said “more Jill Poles.”

Charlotte has embraced negation, particularly at bedtime. I’ll say “it’s bedtime Charlotte” to which she’ll replay “no bedtime” then I’ll say that it’s time to change her diaper and she’ll say “no diaper change.” “Time to read scriptures” = “no scriptures.” When I tell her that it’s time to say a prayer and she’ll say “no prayer” and as I say the prayer she sometimes says no to the things in the prayer. “thank thee for Isaac” = “no  Isaac” and so on. Just before I lay her down in her bed I always tell her that I love her, to which she replies “no love you.”

When she’s not negating everything I say, she’ll often pray with me. It started out just at night when I’d say prayers with her before laying her in her crib. She’d start saying “Thank you, Isaac. Thank you, mommy. Thank you, daddy. . . .” with a big “Amen” at the end. It wasn’t long after she started saying night time prayers that she started also joining in on other prayers. Now she’s to a point where we say the prayer over dinner and we can hear her sweet little voice saying “Thank you, Isaac. Thank you, mommy. Thank you, daddy. . . .” Our prayers at night often have a little girly echo and even in sacrament when someone gets up to pray we often see Charlotte bow her head, fold her arms and say “Thank you, Isaac. Thank you, mommy. Thank you, daddy. . . .”

I need to write in my log more often because each story I finish reminds me of another to write. Last night we had some family over for dinner and Isaac was so anxious to eat that he pointed to his grandfather and said “Grandpa, close your eyes and put your arms like this” after which he demonstrated his best praying posture.

Autumn Day with the Kids

Isaac and Charlotte

It was a gorgeous day out today, so the kids and I went with Aunt Heidi up into the mountains to see the colors on the trees and feel the nice cool air.  I snapped this picture of Isaac and Charlotte on the path at Cascade Springs.  We walked around, looking at all the little waterfalls and the fish in the pools.  It was a good afternoon in one of the best times of year.  The trees are changing, at the point where some are in full color and some are still green, but before any have lost all there leaves or turned brown. 

We’ve gone Green!

All the environmentalist nonsense in the media lately made me think of this title.  I was actually just going to write something like we finally painted, but we have such a big contingent of environmentalist friends that I thought I’d fool them all (well, at least the ones who didn’t notice the picture). 

 It’s late, my brain functions differently past 10:00 so I appologize for this blog.  We don’t actually have any environmentalist friends, but my pictures look out of place (or so I’ve been told by my beloved husband) if I don’t write enough text to encapsulate them in. 

So the point of this blog is to show a picturesof our newly painted green bathroom.  Unfortunately, it’s too small to really see much, but you can get the idea.  The color is actually called Candied Lime.  I think the person who named it had been spending too much time sniffing paint because candied lime makes me think of an obnoxious lime green.  I really like the color, so if you hate it, then you might not want to comment.

I’m posting because I have to!

I’m nearing the end of my special education lisensure program.  I think if I had realized what this program entailed I would not have persued it, but it’s way too late for that now and I think when it’s all finished I’ll be glad I did (as long as I can pay off all my student loans quickly).   The point of writing that was to introduce the reason for my post, but I got a little sidetracked.  

As part of my ‘Capstone Seminar’ class I was required to write three goals for the semester and posting in this blog is one of the goals.  I committed to post once a week, so at least until the semester is over, I’ll be a better blogger.  So this is actually homework and I get points in class for it.

I don’t know if anyone reads this blog who doesn’t know what I’m doing this year, but just in case here’s the short version. 

As one of the last steps to getting my liscense to teach special education, I am required to complete student teaching.  Since I already have my bachelor’s degree I’m actually allowed to accept a full time positon at full pay and benifits and complete the requirements through my job.  So I went the extra mile and took two jobs.  Ok, it’s really only one job, but it’s at two schools.  I start off my mornings at Canyon View Jr. High (pictured above and to the right) at lunch I drive over to Orem Jr. High (pictured above and to the left) to finish out my day.  Let’s just say it’s been a difficult experience so far, but it’s getting better. 

Family: Who Needs Them?

I’m talking about extended family, with many exceptions, of course. We’re just coming off a visit from many members of Kathleen’s family, and it’s been one of those things where everyone is in everyone else’s space and conflicts are more likely.  Being the kind of person I am, it’s tough sharing my space, but the new house makes it easier.  Our tiny place in Springville would have been a disaster (and was, when we had visitors in the past). 

It seemed like an especially tough trip for Sarah, who hasn’t really traveled with Josh much.  It’s a lot of work going anywhere with a nine-month-old, but even more so when you don’t really have a place to stay or any transportation.  I remember how much work Isaac seemed at first, but it’s something you pretty much grow into, eventually.  I don’t really mind the “borrowed” diapers and clothes Sarah used, but I do worry that without someone to fall back on, things could have been a lot worse.  Anyway, everyone pitched in, and it’s behind us now.

So on top of Sarah’s troubles, Kathleen was just kicking off her job, getting classrooms ready, going to training and meetings, and in general being very busy.  With family on top of that, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.  I hope we’re getting to the point where things get into more of a rhythm soon.  We’ve got football starting in a couple of weeks, and Kathleen’s schedule should be more established, hopefully letting her leave more work at the school so she can be with us when she’s at home.

So I guess family reunions aren’t really my thing.  I think once it gets beyond aunts and uncles, it’s too far; my parents don’t see their cousins often, and it doesn’t seem like there’s really a point to me being there.  It’s nice to have second cousins, I suppose, but my life isn’t really enriched by having lunch with them.  We had a big reunion for some of Kathleen’s very extended family, and with all the scheduling issues and general business, it just seemed like an added stress rather than a good time.  The kids were pretty miserable with nothing to do, and I was pretty grumpy too (just on principle, really).  I really feel like we should put that kind of attention and time into people more attached to us; for example, I would rather have gone camping with Isaac than have him get yelled at by some distant cousin of Kathleen’s for playing with the curtains when he’s bored to tears.

Anyway, family is great, but the dose has been a little big these past few weeks, and I think we could all use some time to settle down.  And clean out the fridge.

Some Site Tweaks

I’ve been tinkering with the site theme a little bit.  It really makes me aware of how lazy I am that I use free themes rather than making my own.  Anyway, this one will do until I get less lazy.  I cleaned up some formatting issues on the Surfing page and added a few Google ads just for grins.  Anyway, that’s the new look, hope you likey.

Impulse Buy

Ok, I did something rather impulsive today.   I’m the one who is usually campaigning for less pets, so I’m not quite sure why I decided to adopt a new kitten today.  She caught my eye as I was leaving the store and I called Zach as I walked to the car.  When he didn’t answer I thought, it’s probably for the best.  I don’t really want to clean up after one more cat and I don’t pay much attention to the cats we already have.  But Charlotte is such an animal lover, wouldn’t it be fun for her to have her own kitten.  And kittens are so funny to watch run about and attack everything in sight.  (now you know what it’s like inside my brain) Zach returned my call as I was loading the boy into the car (he had Charlotte with him at home) and I explained that a kid was giving away free kittens.  Being the head Zookeeper, of course he thought we needed another specimen and reccommended that I pick one out.  So I pulled my car up to the front of the store, picked out the little gal who caught my eye and drove home thinking, ‘am I going to regret this?’  So the title isn’t entirely accurate, because she was free meaning I didn’t exactly buy her, but I suppose I bought into the idea of getting her so it kinda works.   We might name her Jill Pole (a friend of Eustance Clarence Scrub in the Narnia series).  Then we’ll have Jack and Jill and Eustace and those who don’t know will think her name comes from the nursery rhyme about the youngsters fetching a pail of water. 

Snapshots of Isaac and Charlotte

I was adding to my log today and I went back and read some old entries.  It was fun to read about some of the ways Isaac and Charlotte related to each other.  Here’s a few entries that I thought were of interest.

(this is from when Charlotte was only 6 days old)  1.20.06 I laid Charlotte on a blanket in the living room and went into the kitchen to get something. Charlotte let out a cry, and as I went from the kitchen to the living room, Isaac came running towards me crying. I found Charlotte soaking wet with my cup and some ice next to her. I assume Isaac tried to give her a drink of my ice water which resulted in him spilling ice water all over her face and shirt.

2.8.06 Today during scripture reading time I was holding Charlotte and Isaac kept leaning over and saying ‘kiss, kiss’ then he’d give Charlotte a kiss. The funny thing was after the kiss he’d act like he was picking the kiss back up and then putting it back on his lips.

3.10.06 I was in the kitchen when I heard Isaac saying ‘door, do or.’ I went into the living room to find Isaac had placed his toy truck on Charlotte’s lap and was trying to teach her how to open the door. He’d say ‘door, door’ and put her little hand on the door of the truck.

3.12.06 I found Isaac showing Charlotte a book. He placed it on her lap and was turning pages and babbling.

3.21.06  I opened the freezer to get some meat out for dinner and he grabbed a burrito. Rather than fight with him, I decided to let him carry it around a little. Next thing I know he tossed it on Charlotte’s lap and said his rendition of her name!

Before bed I was cleaning out Charlotte’s nose with one of those bulb syringes and she was crying. Isaac could see that she was unhappy so he ran over and hit me on the head to get me to stop.

5.5.06  Charlotte was sitting in the high chair and Isaac was playing with her and trying to entertain her. I heard both of them laugh and looked over to see that Isaac was dancing on the table and laughing and Charlotte was watching her brother and laughing. I think that’s the first time that she’s ever laughed when no one was physically touching her!

Charlotte’s Crazy Smile

Ok the series of Isaac posts needs a little balance, so here’s something about Charlotte. She is such a silly unique girl. No-one who knows her can deny that she’s innately ALL GIRL. Sure she’ll growl and drive one of Isaac’s trucks around the room, but most often you’ll find her carrying a doll around the house trying to wrap it up in a washcloth that is way too small or wearing high healed shoes that are three times as big as her feet. Some of her favorite things to do are brush my hair and bring me my shoes. If I take off my shoes and leave them where she can get them she’ll bring them to me every 15 minuets or so until I decide to just wear them again or put them in my room where she can’t get them. When she saw my closet organizer that was filled with shoes she smiled really big and said “shoes!” Yesterday she was carrying a toy dog and a bottle around. She loves to put on hats and seems to think that Isaac’s bike helmet is just another hat to accessorize with. She has been bringing it to me and saying ‘hat’ and insisting that I put it on her. What really makes me laugh is that every time she sees me point a camera at her she gives me this crazy squinty-eyed, wide-mouthed smile.


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The mind of a mechanic in the body of a 3 year old

Every time I took Isaac to WalMart he would insist on going to the bike section and riding the little red bike. So when his birthday rolled around we bought it for him. The funny thing to me is that over the last two days he has spent more time studying how the bike works than actually riding it. He has such an innately mechanical mind. He loves to turn the pedals and watch the wheels go around. Last night he said ‘m om, the tracks are moving around and around.’ It took me a moment to realize he was actually talking about the chain, but I had never taught him the word chain so he equated it with track wheels on a bulldozer. He continues to be so enthralled with how the bike works, constantly telling me about what he’s discovered and naming all the parts. Today I had to tape the handlebars to the floor so the bike would remain upsidedown while Isaac moved the pedals with his hands and studied how the gears worked!

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