A Number I Don't Want Him to Remember!!!

Today Wyatt tagged along to my Dr's visit since he had an orthodontist appointment afterwards.  After gettting my blood pressure and weight checked, we were waiting in the exam room when Wyatt asked what that thing was I had to stand on (my Dr has a digital scale that is very unforgiving...).  I explained that it was the scale that shows how much I weigh.  Wyatt's comment...

"WHOA, that was a BAD number!!!"

and then he must have realized how bad it sounded cause he immediately said,

"But it's ok mom.  I know it's because you're pregnant."

I'm not sure where he got the idea of what a good number or a bad number is on the scale (however he's right...it is pretty bad).  Unfortunately for me, he will remember that number for the next several years. 

He's been threatened heavily though if he ever tells what that number was!

The Truth

SPOILER ALERT:  Don't let your youngins read this :)

I wanted to document this because I know Lydia will appreciate it someday.

About a month ago, she lost a tooth and the tooth fairy completely forgot to visit, a first for us.  The next morning she came to me and was shocked that the tooth fairy hadn't come.  I decided that it was probably time for my nine year old to finally learn the truth so I told her that sometimes the tooth fairy gets tired and falls asleep before she remembers to leave money...hint hint.  Lydia was shocked.

"You mean, YOU'RE the tooth fairy?!  But what do you do with all those teeth?!"

I explained that I wasn't the tooth fairy for everyone, just my kids (although I'm flattered she thinks I could be that amazing ;).  She wanted to know why so I explained that when you are little, it's fun to believe in things like that, so parents pretend about some things so that their kids can believe.  I figured it was a good time to break the news about Santa (because I'm honestly surprised she hasn't figured it out by now) so I asked her if she could think of anything else that might not be real.  She didn't even hesitate,

"You mean, like the Easter Bunny?"

"yep, can you think of anything else?"

She paused, thinking,

"Well, I KNOW Santa is real!"

And that's where our conversation ended.  I think it's great that she still believes!!

That's a New One...

Actual quote that came out of Wyatt mouth just seconds ago...

"I'm so bored!  I'm even as bored as two porcupines and a weasel."


After  asking him to repeat himself (just to make sure I heard him right) I asked him where in the world he heard that from.  His response?


"Grandpa Wyatt"


of course

Basketball Star!

Wyatt just finished up his first season of city league basketball.  The boy has a new love!  His favorite things about basketball were that they actually kept score (unlike soccer and t-ball) and that he was on the Cougars team (which was undefeated).  So appropriate for this BYU lovin kid.

In his first game he scored 10 points and didn't pass the ball once.  After that we worked a little more on his skills as a team player!  He became a pretty good little defender and because he's so competitive and wanted to improve, he really listened to his coaches and worked hard at everything they told him to do.  At yesterday's game his team was ahead and the coach tried to sit him out for a while.  None of the other kids wanted to go back in so she let Wyatt stay, but she told him if he was going to stay on the court, he needed to start passing the ball to kids who haven't had a chance to score yet.  He did EXACTLY what she told him to and made sure all the girls on his team got a chance to shoot. (Greg was so proud of all his assists yesterday ;)

MY favorite part was watching how excited he would get after scoring (fist pumps in the air and all)....and then watching him SKIP back down the court (the only time Greg shook his head in defeat ;)

On the way home yesterday he kept asking if we saw how good he was at passing.  He's already been mentioning what a great defender he is, but now he's such a "great passer".  His confidence is definitely on the rise.  And if there were any doubt, it was confirmed when we got home and he brought up how awesome he was at basketball again.  This is how the conversation went...

"Mom, aren't I such a good passer now?"

"Yes Wyatt, you have really improved this season."

"Yeah, I'm like as good as Jimmer"

"Well, Jimmer has had a lot more experience than you, but if you keep practicing and working hard, you can be as good as Jimmer some day"

"Yeah....but I'm already like the Jimmer on my team!"

He may be a little TOO confident in his skills...

source

...but Greg says it's good for ball players to have a little swagger! ;)

Dallin's Dilemma

The other day during school, Dallin was keeping himself busy playing with Amy's toys (he takes full advantage of her being gone to preschool when she can't stop him from playing in her room).  He came out after a little while pushing this little pony car full of chalk and with a baby doll in it.  He was becoming increasingly frustrated that the doll wouldn't stay put and whenever he tried to push it down farther the door would pop open on the car which frustrated him even more.  He was screaming loudly during all this frustration and Wyatt was beginning to get upset because he couldn't concentrate.  I told Wyatt to take a break for a minute while I helped Dallin.  He asked what Dallin's problem was and I calmly replied, "Dallin's having a little dilemma because his baby doll won't fit in the pony car."

A few seconds later Lydia hollered from the dining room (where she was working on an assignment),

"Mom?  Do you have any idea how weird...and funny that just sounded?!"

Good point my dear!  We moms do say some crazy things throughout the day thanks to our children.  The part that makes me smile the most is that I have a daughter old enough to catch on to the humor in statements like that!

Hard Worker??? - July 13, 2012

Tonight Wyatt asked me the following question:

"When are you going to grow up and get a real job?"

I kindly reminded him that being a mom/homemaker IS A REAL JOB!

Greg quickly jumped to my defense and explained to him that dad's job is working at the dairy and mom's job is working at the house.

And because she felt further explaination was needed, Lydia piped up with:

"Yeah, that's why mom has to exercise all the time, cause she doesn't work hard outside."

It's definitely interesting to see what my kids REALLY think of me.

Words out of Wyatt's mouth this morning...

(sung to the tune of the "Farmer in the Dell")

"The farmer kissed his wife, the farmer kissed his wife..."

"The farmer don't know how to speak English, the farmer don't know how to speak English..."

"The farmer flung his underwear, the farmer flung his underwear..." (this verse was sung while putting his laundry away)


Seriously...this kid's mind!


In other news, our upstairs bathroom flooded over night from a broken toilet which also means the downstairs bathroom and Wyatt's bedroom flooded below.  We slept right through all the flooding...at least until the ceiling finally started dripping on Wyatt's bed and his screaming woke us all up.  Lucky kid made it out of the bed before the ceiling really let lose.  Fun times.

Another Parenting Fail...

Yesterday I was at the grocery store with all four children, who were actually being quite good.  There are some days I can't say that when dragging all of them along on a shopping excursion, but it was our first stop for the day and they were still acting like wonderful, well behaved children.  Towards the end of my shopping list, Dallin got a little upset at Wyatt and let out a couple screeches.  An older lady rounded the aisle pushing her cart with her elbows and plugging her ears.  She demanded that I "stop that baby from screeching" because it was hurting her ears.  I explained that he was two, and that he was just fine (mostly because he had stopped and WAS just fine!)  She continued on with her rampage and when I pulled Dallin from the shopping cart and offered him to her since she seemed to think she could do a better job parenting him, she adamantly refused him and informed me that she already raised two children who NEVER screeched in stores and were ALWAYS well behaved.  I quickly pointed out that there was the difference...I don't have two children, I have four.  Her response..."WELL, maybe you just have too many kids!"

and that is where I sort of maybe snapped!  Ok, not sort of...I officially snapped.  I  had tried to be civil up until that point, but after that comment I didn't hold back any longer.  I let her know EXACTLY what I thought of her and her opinions.

Looking back, it may not have been the best way to handle the situation, but by darn, she made me mad!  She seemed like the type that probably goes around bullying poor mothers all the time so hopefully she will think twice about doing it again....but probably not.  She was not a nice lady.

The unfortunate part was that my children had to sit and be a part of the whole thing.  I explained to them afterwards that they WERE good children and that we most certainly do not have too many children!!!!  I even had another customer comment as I was at the check out on what good and well behaved children I had. (I'm sure she overheard the argument from several aisles over and that was her way of letting me know she was on my side ;)

When Greg got home yesterday evening, Wyatt ran our to greet him and the first thing he said was, "Daddy, guess what!  Mommy smack talked a lady at Winco today!"

Yep.  No need to point out how that COULD have been a great teaching moment for my children if I would have been the bigger person and walked away graciously. 

But really....my six year old thinks my "smack talking" skills are pretty awesome.  I guess I'll take that for now and work on being more charitable next time.

New Word of the Day - May 26, 2012

Tonight while preparing tacos for dinner, I pulled out a brand new box of hard taco shells and found that most of them were broken.  As I was pulling them out of the box, the following conversation took place:

M:  Wow Wyatt (who had requested the hard shells), these taco shells are hammered.
W:  What does hammered mean?
M:  It means they are crushed and broken.
W:  Oh....isn't that what happened to our soccer team?

Yep, I'm not only impressed with his memory, but that he can so quickly and easily relate new words that he's learning.

Does This Dress Make Me Look Fat?

Yesterday I stooped to an all time low as a mother and asked my 6 year old son this question.  His father was already gone to church meetings and I knew between Wyatt and Lydia, Wye would be honest.  His response:

W:  "Well (slight pause) KINDA"
M:  "Really?" (but not all that surprised)  "Well, what part looks fat?" (because I wanted to see if he thought the fat part of my body was the same as what I thought it was)

He stood up, walked over to me and pointed to my chest, and then he said "and your shoulders look kinda fat too."

Love it!  And love him because we all know he could have pointed out so many other areas!  I won't worry too much about my fat "chest" and although I wish I would have inherited my mom's petite shoulders and not my dad's broad ones, there's really not a whole lot I can do about it.

I'll take his honest opinion any day...as long as it is a little skewed!

Mr. and Mrs.

Yesterday Lydia and Wyatt thought it would be funny to switch roles...

They came into the office dressed like this, and in her gruffest voice Lydia said, "I'M THE MAN". 

 And Wyatt, while fanning himself with a piece of paper, said in a high shrilly voice, "AND I'M THE MAM."

Learning From the Scriptures??? - February 1, 2012

This morning we were having our usual family scripture study time before school.  We are currently reading in Mosiah in the Book of Mormon and Greg was reading Mosiah 21:3.  Now, I should point out that Amy and Dallin are pretty much MIA during scripture time...their attention spans last about 2.3 seconds and then they spend the rest of the time running around and causing distractions for the rest of us.  Not this morning though. When Greg read that scripture, Amy's little ears perked up and she blurted out as loud and clear as could be, "DUMB ASS?!" 

I'm always amazed at what kids DO hear, even when you think they aren't listening.

The Boss!

This kid LOVES to talk!

(why yes, he is related to me)

And every day at 11:30, I get a full and DETAILED account of how his day at school went.

Seriously...I hear every detail from when he steps off the bus at school to when he gets back on the bus to come home...every detail. (and I love it!  Especially since I have to PRY information from Lou!)

Last Wednesday's update has been my favorite so far.  The first thing he said when he walked in the door was:

"Guess What!  I'M THE BOSS OF CHASING GIRLS!!!"

And then he went on to give me a very detailed account about how Dallin (one of his friends) has been the boss of chasing girls and the rest of the boys do what he says, but he's moving soon so they needed a new boss.  So Dallin had everyone line up and raise their hands if they wanted to be the boss.  They all raised their hands  (naturally)  and he thought about it for a minute and then he picked Wye.  And everyone else said "Oh Man" and Wye said, "YES!"  So, it's official.  He is now the boss of chasing girls.  And the best part?  He didn't even have to wait for Dallin to move.  He got to start his Boss duties the very next day.  Oh my, I am laughing just typing this because it cracks me up at how funny these little kindergarten boys can be.  So there you have it...my son, the BOSS....of chasing girls...lovely!

Ouch!

Tonight we discovered that Aimer's footed p.j.'s are just a little worn out...

Her little toes kept poking out and when I suggested that we would maybe need to just cut the feet off, she said... "NO, that would very hurt me!"

(she may not talk much, but when she does, she says some of the funniest things!)

Reproduction 101

Well, either I'm a REALLY good teacher, or my son is a natural born dairy farmer.

Remember a few posts back when I posted about our home study of the body?  And remember how I mentioned we covered the reproductive system?  And then there was the mention of Wye's quick learning of female anatomy?  Well, during our discussion of the female reproductive system, we talked about ovaries and how eggs are released and then fertilized.  Lou has friends that are twins and wanted to know how twins are born so I explained that two eggs were released and fertilized. That lesson obviously made a huge impression on Wye...

I say this because a couple months ago I found out that my best friend is expecting her 4th baby.  Yesterday she shockingly announced she is having TWINS!  I'm so excited for her, but boy am I glad it's her and not me!!!  When I shared the news with my kids, Wye loudly exclaimed:
"OH, So that means she hatched TWO eggs!"

So there it is...future dairy farmer (because let's face it, a cow's reproductive system is pretty much the same as ours), or a future gynecologist.

And actually, come to think of it...I have another story about Lou and her understanding of our amazing lesson on reproduction.  A few days after our little lesson, she came upstairs and asked me if the reason Wye was left-handed meant that his egg came from the left ovary....

OK, so maybe I'm not the best teacher!