Balance
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
No more eyeballs
Just as I was becoming acclimated to the regular use of the word "eyeball", it's been banished from our home. You see, as I was helping Henry get dressed for the meeting on Sunday, I accidentally poked him in the eyeball. He was understandably pretty upset. His poor little eye was all red and he had a hard time taking his hand away to let me look at it. He decided that we would no longer use the word eyeball, from that moment forward.
Finally, trying to calm him by whispering sweet nothings in his ear, I said the magical words that immediately stopped the tears. The hand was moved away, and my little boy looked questioningly into my face. I was able to assess the damage and determine there would be no long term affects from my accidental poke.
Now, I bet you're dying to know what I said to him. It was a question, really.
I asked him if he wanted to help vacuum that afternoon when we cleaned the house. He did want to, and he did help vacuum and did a great job.
Finally, trying to calm him by whispering sweet nothings in his ear, I said the magical words that immediately stopped the tears. The hand was moved away, and my little boy looked questioningly into my face. I was able to assess the damage and determine there would be no long term affects from my accidental poke.
Now, I bet you're dying to know what I said to him. It was a question, really.
I asked him if he wanted to help vacuum that afternoon when we cleaned the house. He did want to, and he did help vacuum and did a great job.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Eyeballs, eyeballs, and more eyeballs
I had the joy of spending the majority of my day with my two favorite 5-year-old boys today. Seems both of them share their love for the word 'eyeball'. It so must be a boy thing. If I heard it once, I heard it ten thousand times. Even when I asked them what they wanted for lunch, I was met with a unanimous chorus of "eyeballs" from the back seat.
We started our day with a trip to the bowling alley. Many of you might remember that this was our goal destination for our "family day", but we never quite got to play for various reasons. We did have success today. Jack and Henry are super competitive when they get together. I mean everything is a competition. At the end of two games, somehow these boys managed to tie each other both times. Here are some pictures of the bowling part of our day:
From there, we were off to Chik-Fil-A for lunch. The boys were anxious to go to the play area, so both of them wolfed down their lunches and ran off. They had fun climbing and pretending they were chasing or being chased by the bad guys (that they kept calling the "super glues" for some reason).
After that, we headed across the street to The Mad Potter. This is a place that has pottery that you can go in and paint yourself. The boys each did two projects. One of their projects was that they each painted a dinosaur. Here they each are with their completed masterpiece.
We decided a snack of ice cream was now in order. Jack requested chocolate and Henry selected the strawberry. Here they are enjoying their mid-afternoon treat:
After that, they both agreed that they wanted to go to the playground. So I found one in a small neighborhood. There was no one there and they just ran and screamed and played. The most fun thing was watching them fight. Not physically. But they each took their turn getting their feelings hurt and claiming that they were no longer friends. The other would then follow them around begging to be their friend again. I decided not to intervene, but to let them work it out themselves. I didn't realize boys were this "emotional" over their friendships. To their defense, it was the end of the day and they were both wearing out, and to their credit, they did seem to work it out fairly quick. Here are a couple of shots on the playground:
I loved this action shot of Henry jumping off the little car thingy.
And here they are trying to jump into the swings. After insisting that they wanted to swing, I did put them both in the little bucket things, but they both realized quite quickly that they were too big and that the bucket wasn't very comfortable.
In the end, these two boys love each other so much. No two more different boys could you find, but when they are together, all is right with their world. All they want is to be exactly where the other one is. I'm glad they have each other and that they love each other so.
We had such a fun day, and I got to experience what it is like to be the mother of twins. They are both such good mannered little boys, BUT, they are still little boys. I absolutely loved having Jack for the day, and I absolutely loved taking him home to his mother. Courtney, thanks for sharing him with me, but it's your turn next.
We started our day with a trip to the bowling alley. Many of you might remember that this was our goal destination for our "family day", but we never quite got to play for various reasons. We did have success today. Jack and Henry are super competitive when they get together. I mean everything is a competition. At the end of two games, somehow these boys managed to tie each other both times. Here are some pictures of the bowling part of our day:
From there, we were off to Chik-Fil-A for lunch. The boys were anxious to go to the play area, so both of them wolfed down their lunches and ran off. They had fun climbing and pretending they were chasing or being chased by the bad guys (that they kept calling the "super glues" for some reason).
After that, we headed across the street to The Mad Potter. This is a place that has pottery that you can go in and paint yourself. The boys each did two projects. One of their projects was that they each painted a dinosaur. Here they each are with their completed masterpiece.
We decided a snack of ice cream was now in order. Jack requested chocolate and Henry selected the strawberry. Here they are enjoying their mid-afternoon treat:
After that, they both agreed that they wanted to go to the playground. So I found one in a small neighborhood. There was no one there and they just ran and screamed and played. The most fun thing was watching them fight. Not physically. But they each took their turn getting their feelings hurt and claiming that they were no longer friends. The other would then follow them around begging to be their friend again. I decided not to intervene, but to let them work it out themselves. I didn't realize boys were this "emotional" over their friendships. To their defense, it was the end of the day and they were both wearing out, and to their credit, they did seem to work it out fairly quick. Here are a couple of shots on the playground:
I loved this action shot of Henry jumping off the little car thingy.
And here they are trying to jump into the swings. After insisting that they wanted to swing, I did put them both in the little bucket things, but they both realized quite quickly that they were too big and that the bucket wasn't very comfortable.
In the end, these two boys love each other so much. No two more different boys could you find, but when they are together, all is right with their world. All they want is to be exactly where the other one is. I'm glad they have each other and that they love each other so.
We had such a fun day, and I got to experience what it is like to be the mother of twins. They are both such good mannered little boys, BUT, they are still little boys. I absolutely loved having Jack for the day, and I absolutely loved taking him home to his mother. Courtney, thanks for sharing him with me, but it's your turn next.
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