10/13/09

Five. Five? Five!!


I fell in love with Benton from the first time I saw him all scrunched up and partially formed in that ultrasound picture yesterday. I guess it wasn't yesterday that my husband and I held hands and watched two lines appear on the test. Yesterday they didn't pull a wriggling baby out of me, unwrap the cord from his neck and put him, wailing, into my arms. It just seems like it. Since yesterday, aka October 4, 2004, my 7lb 1oz bundle of joy has grown up! He turned 5 last week. Now instead of screaming for hours on end, he talks for hours on end. He creates art as often as he is able. The other morning, he asked if he could have his markers and paper. I told him he needed to get dressed and make his bed first. He sighed heavily. "It's just that art is the only thing on my mind." We're doing pre-school at home together and he soaks up knowledge like a sponge. He reads (as long as they are three letter words that follow all phonetic rules involving short vowel sounds); he writes (as long as the previous applies); he quotes commercials, Bible verses and theme songs; he makes up stories ( I wonder where he gets that); he loves animals (I really do wonder where he gets that); he keeps us entertained and on our toes. Here is an example of a few questions hurdled in my direction today: "If a quadruped has 4 legs and a biped has 2 legs, what to they call an animal with 1 leg?" "Why does glass make things look bigger than they are?" "Can you set the timer so I know when I can get up? Only don't set it for long."

Benton counted down his birthday for weeks. He planned his party--dinosaur theme; invited two friends--Soren and Kyler; filmed his infomercial; and waited. It must have seemed like forever. The week before his birthday, Paul took on the challenge of the dinosaur birthday cake. No ordinary dino would do. This one had to be 3 dimensional and a replica of a real dinosaur. I was in charge of making the cake. I used funfetti cake mix, but since cake mixes are not as dense as this one needed to be, I had to do some tweaking. I made 4- 8" rounds and 2- 8" squares per the instructions of the architect.

The architect, after careful research, pondering and measuring, crafted a skeleton for what would become an Argentinosaurus.
The skeleton became sandwiched between cake layers, cut in the necessary shapes, and glued together with strawberry cream cheese frosting.
I also got the great pleasure of tinting the frosting. I started with a rather brilliant shade of bright green and my challenge was to turn it to a shade of green between "sage and peat moss."

The artist took over from there, carefully applying the crumb coat before slathering the beast with a thick layer of moss green butter cream.
Here is our decorated dino before he spent the night in the deep freeze.
The morning of the party, we hooked up with Soren and Kyler and headed to the Kroc center for a morning of floundering in the pool.
The kids had a blast, and I almost used my allotment of 109 pictures. after we were all dried off, we came home for a special lunch of dino shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, grapes and dinosaur fruit snacks.
and, of course, the cake.
Happy birthday, my sweet boy!

9/26/09

If You Give a Mom a Muffin

I found this on a friend's Facebook wall and couldn't resist passing it along. For those of you who don't read a lot of children's picture books, it's a take off on the fabulous "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie/a Pig a Pancake," etc books by Laura Joffe Numeroff. So after you indulge in a great read for the kiddos, here's one for the moms.

If you give a mom a muffin,
She’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She’ll pour herself some.
Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.
She’ll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she’ll find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She’ll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan for supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook (”101 Things To Do With a Pound of Hamburger”).
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The check book is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.
She’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the two year old’s diaper.
While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.
Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.
She’ll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
And chances are…
If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

by Kathy Fictorie

9/24/09

Birthday Wish List

As Ben's birthday gets closer, he wants to make sure the whole world knows what he wants. He has filmed his own info-mercial to tell you all about it. The interpretive movement is his original chirography.
Here's a link to the real thing. I promise he does not sit around and watch TV all day. He is, however a prolific artist, so you can see how such a thing might have some appeal.

9/21/09

Female Bonding

I had a hard time coming up with a title for this post: Rub-a-dub-tub, 3 women in a toilet didn't have the right ring to it. Dippy-dip-dank, 3 moms in a tank works a little better, but I wasn't sure where to go from there. The rest would have to involve honest toddlers, toy trucks, a toilet bowl, some canola oil, an out of town hubby, a cell phone, yarn, a paperclip, a coat hanger, and a Super Mom (well, 3 of them, but the superest mom is the one that finally succeeded).
Are you intrigued yet?
So my friend Meghan was watching the boys on Saturday so I could go to a baby shower. (The baby shower was fun, the baby was cute, the food was yummy). My children wanted nothing to do with me when I got there, so I visited with Meghan for a bit. Next thing you know, Nathaniel has a bloody nose (an aftershock of the one he got the day before). Once the bleeding stops, I say, "OK, now it's really time to go." I stop in for a quick trip to the restroom. I dispose of the bloody tissues from the nose fiasco and try to flush. Nothing. I try again. Nothing. The only thing in there is tissue! What have I done?! I have breaking toilets at other people's houses. I tried the plunger. No dice.
I called in Meghan for reinforcements. Maybe there is some sort of trick to it. At a different angle. I notice something red and plastic at the bottom. Meghan rescues a pickup truck from it's watery resting place. Maybe that was it. Nope. After some groping and digging, it became apparent that something else was in there. Wedged as snug as a truck in the throat of a toilet, there was no moving it. We dumped soap in the basin hoping to lubricate the wheels and get things moving. Nope. We tried vegetable oil next. Another failure. (I don't know about Meghan, but my skin felt so soft and supple the whole next day...). Meghan's husband is out of town, so we called mine and made a back up plan for him to do some plumbing after work. In the meantime, he gave us a couple of ideas. The string and paperclip scenario flopped. The coat hanger wasn't working either until Meghan's mom rode in to save the day. Just as we were about to call it quits and wait for 6:30, out rolled pickup number two. (I'm sorry. I just could not resist that one).
I asked Nathaniel if he put anything in the toilet. His reply: "I put a car in there. Then another one." At least he was honest. Christian's answer was similar. Hard tellin' who instigated the event. As Meghan and I were arguing over whose fault it was (I claimed it was mine since it was my kid. She thought it was hers because she hadn't supervised well enough), her mom reminded us that these things happen. I just want to know why they happen so often?! Meanwhile, Meghan and I got in a very unique bonding time for an hour or so in her bathroom. Almost worth it :)

9/17/09

What follows is quite possibly the worst poetry ever written. Continue at your own risk.

'Twas right before dinner and all through the house
the creatures with screaming in a pitch that would surely frighten a mouse.
The stockings were piled up high in a bowl
in hopes that no guests would arrive that I didn't know.

The children jumped gladly on top of their beds
while I hoped that no injury would come to their heads.
With Daddy working away in the heat
Mommy stood guard at the stove with the meat.

When out of the bedroom there elapsed such a quiet
I sprang from the stove to see what had caused it.
Away to the bathroom I flew like a flash,
opened the door and sucked in a gasp.

The afternoon sun warmed up the small room
While the gentle breeze spun around a perfume.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a toddler in pink looking proud as a pear.

With a little old painter so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it would make me sick.
More rapid than eagles the curses they came,
though I reined in my tongue, in my mind still they stayed.

"What in the name of heaven have you done!" I said, feeling faint.
The proudest reply came, "I paint!"
The smell of nail polish assaulted my nose;
He was painted in pink from his head to his toes.
So I grabbed the camera and took these photos:


9/15/09

Another Zoo Trip



This one was our first field trip now that we have officially started school around here. It was also the second day of school. The Predator's of the Serengeti exhibit opened for members only on Friday, so we were all over it. We packed our lunches and made it to the zoo by 9:30am. Parking was, well, a zoo. I'm pretty sure all of Oregon and Washington turned out for the event. We had fun anyway though. Before we left, we read a Bible Story (Daniel and the Lion's Den) and colored pictures of lions. On the way up, we talked about predators--animals that hunt other animals. Benton had a hard time with that one. "Why did God make some animals to kill and eat other parts of his creation?" Gulp. Anyone have a good, theologically sound, scientifically accurate answer for this one? A question as astute as that one deserves better than, "That's just the way God made it." I'll have to do a little more research. While we waited in line to get in, I gave each of the boys a lion trading card/fact sheet that I printed from here. They loved having something to hold--for a while. And if nothing else, I felt good about at least trying to teach them something. The lions and cheetah's were in hiding (can you blame them with that many people gawking at them?), so we cam home and watched this video. The boys didn't seem to notice the difference.

9/14/09

Full Scale Search and Rescue

Benton has a stuffed arsenal of what he calls "comfort friends." The group consists of Puppy (a girl), Evelyn (a boy elephant), and Stitches. Stitches was a gift from Salem Hospital the night Benton got his first stitches. Clever name, eh? He has been the one constant in the group of comfort friends. The one "must-have" in order to sleep or go on a long road trip. And a few weeks ago, Stitches went missing. Friends and family were notified to be on the lookout, the toy box and stuffed animal basket were checked and double checked. The bed was looked behind, the van searched thoroughly. All to no avail. Benton handled the situation remarkably well. The other day, we had the following conversation.
Ben: I'm starting to think I will never ever see Stitches again.
Mom: (Sobbing on the inside) Why is that, buddy?
B: He's been gone a very long time on his adventure.
M: How do you feel about that, Benton? (I didn't want to make a big deal about it and freak him out if he wasn't worried about it).
B: Kinda sad. But happy because he is having a lot of fun. (long pause). Unless he was attacked my hungry lions and they ate his legs off and he can't walk home.
M: (Still can't think of a blessed thing to say).
B: But he's made of stuffing, so he wouldn't taste good to a lion.
M: (Biting a hole in my tongue)
B: So the lion probably brought him home for his baby.
M: (Not sure if he was brought home as a friend or a snack).
Today, I had planned a full scale search and rescue operation after school. Paul and I were more traumatized by his departure than Benton. Meanwhile, the boys's room could use a thorough going through anyway. Before I got a chance, the boys's bedroom door burst open, spilling out a four year old walking on air. "MOM! LOOK WHAT NATHANIEL FOUND!!" And clutched (around the neck) in his fist was our beloved Stitches. We spent some time catching up. His adventures included running, jumping, skipping and swimming in a pool.
It turns out, Stitches was hanging out behind the toy box. Benton proceeded to chase Nathaniel around the living room saying (and I quote) "Nathaniel, you are my very veryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryvery
veryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryververyvervyvervyveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryvery
BEST BROTHER!" (I may have missed a very or 100).