Miracle of miracles; I'm posting to my blog again! It has been three months. Unforgivable!
It amazes me how many excuses children come up with to not stay in bed. There are the usual; "I need to go to the bathroom." "I'm thirsty. I need a drink of water." Then there are the scary ones; "There's a monster in my closet, or under my bed." "I'm scared of the dark."
But until last night, I hadn't heard this particular one. I was both amazed at the creativity and amused by the ridiculousness of it. Funnier still, it was given by my three year old! I understand why it was so hard for Ethan to go to bed last night. He fell asleep late in the afternoon and wasn't able to be awoken until almost 6:00pm. So when bedtime rolled around at 7:30pm, he was not quite ready to settle down. But it was bedtime; no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
After giving the usual excuses ("sometimes I get cold" or "sometimes I get scared") Ethan stood at the top of the stairs and said, in a very pathetic, sad, whiny voice, "But sometimes I get lost." Talk about lost, I lost control of my laughter! This may be funnier to those who have seen our house and know how the upstairs is laid out.
Picture a long, straight hallway. At the far end, facing the street, is the master bedroom. There is a small room directly to the right of the master (while facing the master door), which is the laundry room. Heading down the length of the hall (now facing away from the master door), you will reach the boys' bathroom on the right, the computer room, also on the right, and at the opposite of the master, is Joey's room. Directly to the left of Joey's room (while facing his door) is Nick and Ethan's room. It's a straight hallway, impossible to get lost in. No twists and turns, no hidden passageways, no trick doors. Just a straight strip.
As if to prove that he gets lost, we heard Ethan playing around in the computer room, where Andrew sleeps. Daddy yelled up the stairs to "get back in your room, and in your bed." Ethan calls back down, "See, I get lost." What an amusing boy he can be.
Andrew is growing quickly. He now has six teeth on top, and none on bottom. We can feel they're in there, just not poking through yet. He has his 15 month check up yesterday and is doing well. He had to have three shots, a finger poke to check iron levels, and his teeth painted with fluoride, so he had an unpleasant time. But he sure charmed the nurse before that. She was pleased to see he hasn't lost his cheeks. Those are not likely to go away anytime soon.
He has been up and walking a little bit. I think he has gotten up to ten steps in a row, once. He like to practice standing and walking, and it won't be too much longer before he is walking and running all over the place.
Nick and Joe are doing well in school. Nick's handwriting has improved greatly since the beginning of the year. And he is finally starting to read a bit and getting really good. He has very clear diction, which I find impressive.
Joe had to created a project and present it to his class on "Working Together". He made a diorama of him and his brothers cleaning the room. Each of the boys had a job to do. So, one person was picking laundry, one was picking up toys, and one was picking up garbage. It was well done and he got the highest score possible on his presentation! Very proud of how well they are doing in school.
Christmas is coming up quick, and we are really looking forward to spending with our families again. It's the best part of the holidays. I just wish I could make my children understand that, as well. They are very focused on the "getting presents" aspect, and I am very tempted to cancel gifts all together, at times. I know part of it is the age they are, and the fact that we live in a country of abundance. We are very blessed. But this gives them a false sense of entitlement that I find disturbing.
It is lunch time, so I need to go get the nuggets into the over. I believe, also, that I have a stinky Fella that needs to be changed. My eyes started watering a couple minutes ago, so it's past time to get him changed.
