God has been so incredibly kind to us.
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Daddy's been reading Calvin and Hobbes comics to the kids. They enjoy it so much, I figure its worth the frequency increase of such linguistic terms as "nincompoop" and "booger brain" in our house.
"MOM, DAD, ITS CHRISTMAS!!!"
I grumpily ushered him back to his bed, as he enthusiastically instructed me "Mom, say, 'you have two seconds to improve my mood!". It was then I realized even my grumpy protestations about him getting back in bed were playing the role he wanted. I had dark thoughts about this whole re-enacting stories thing. But then he burst in at 7:30, and climbed onto my bed, beaming, with a basket of sandwiches (which I think Daddy had helped him make before leaving for work) saying, "I made these for you, Frog, so that you will be happy. We have no iced tea" (from Frog and Toad)
I wanted to get a shot of the kids all in their Sunday finery...
Mariam had been reading her Baby Animals book, and was not happy at being conscripted for a photoshoot.
Kuzzles valiantly did her part to keep Mariam in the picture...
Daddy was recruited to make sure Mariam did not die of asphyxiation...
Mariam was released from her picture taking duty. She got back the Baby Animal book and was pleased.
Daddy tried to help the other 3 kids look in the right direction by asking them how many fingers he was holding up behind Mommy's head. The all spontaneously started pointing and shouting their answers.
Even Mariam got to color like a big kid, now that she is no longer obsessed with eating wax.
These were the kind of pictures I was able to get of Josh and the kids in the evenings with my old camera. You get the idea, it captures the essence of our storytimes, but not the expressions.
With the new fancy camera, I can actually capture the expressions.
Jenny keeps making up stories about “Duh magic pwincess who never dies”, esp when Isaiah is trying to role play some game with her and she has to pretend to be a dying soldier or the “poor man” getting beaten on the way to Jericho “NO NO, I AM DUH MAGIC PWINCESS WHO NEVER DIES”
Evidently the magic princess can do magic things like pull her head in like a turtle, save everybody, and know everything. The magic pwincess is also very POWERFUL, in case you were wondering. I kind of gently tried to dissuade her from the magic princess's magical powers
"Jenny, magic isn't always a good thing. We're not really supposed to do magic”
“Um, Mom, dis is pwetend”
Also, when Jenny said “Duh magic pwincess knows evewything.”
Me: “Only God knows everything”
Jenny: “Duh magic pwincess is wike God”
Me: “Um....”
Jenny: “Dis is pwetend”
"Jenny, magic isn't always a good thing. We're not really supposed to do magic”
“Um, Mom, dis is pwetend”
Also, when Jenny said “Duh magic pwincess knows evewything.”
Me: “Only God knows everything”
Jenny: “Duh magic pwincess is wike God”
Me: “Um....”
Jenny: “Dis is pwetend”
She was being "QUEEN Pwincess Leia" |
I've noticed the kids have really started to "gel" now. They hang out as a group, initiate stories and games together, and really interact like a little gang, the way I remember from my childhood. I don't know if it was hitting the 4 kid mark, or the oldest turning 5 yrs old, or our new Draconian screentime policy, or Calvin and Hobbes. Whatever it is, I am grateful, as it warms my heart to hear their shrieks and laughter as they pretend to be Calvin, Susie, and the "Leaf Pile" from Calvin and Hobbes. Even if it means they are running through the apartment throwing comforters at each other....
Another time, I found Jenny
and Isaiah dancing about,
“CREAK” says Jenny.
Isaiah burst out with “Mom,
help help my bike is trying to kill me!”
Then he helpfully instructed me to say “Its not trying to kill you sweetheart, it was just a dream”, when I comply, they then laugh uproariously. For some reason when Jenny's the homicidal
bicycle she has to wear a pink dress up skirt on her head.
They did
this 20x, while laughing maniacally till Daddy came home.
Where is Mariam, you may ask? She alone could not be bribed into this photoshoot with the promise of a skittle. She eschews photoshoots, and alters her usually cuddly in-the-thick-of things personality to be aloof when mom gets the camera out.
Jenny has been asking lots of questions lately
“Why is there not a Jennysday?”
“A what?”
“Like Wednesday, or Tuesday. Why is
there not a Jennysday?”
“Uh....”
“I think it was because people did
not know I would come”
She is also asking lots of questions
about her body and how things work. I was trying to explain viruses
to her (she wanted to know why she and I had thrown up last week) and
probably doing a terrible job. “Its....like bad computer code
uploaded into your body”
“What's computer code?”
I backtracked.
“There are instructions in your body
how to make blood, how to make bile, how to make lots of things.
Viruses are like germs that have bad instructions, they trick your
body into following their instructions, that hurt you, and make you
throw up. Then your body figures it out and fights back”
“But why? Why does your body obey?”
“Bodies get tricked. They aren't
always tricked. Keziah and Isaiah didn't throw up. Just you and
Mommy's did”
“But why, why was my body twicked!??”
she was upset. I think she felt it was a failing, that Isaiah and
Keziah passed some test that she failed. Jenny is competitive about
everything. Even her immune system's susceptibility to viruses....
Once, before bed, I had curled up with
Jenny and decided to tell her a little about what I know about how
your circulatory system takes oxygen to all the cells in your body.
She was fascinated. For the last week, its been a ritual, in the gap
between storytime and prayertime, she wants me to curl up with her
and says “Mommy, tell me about blood!”
So we've exhausted all my knowledge on hematology, the white blood cells, blood typing, blood transfusions,
hemoglobin, heart rate, and blood clotting. There really isn't
anything more I know about blood, so I'm going to have to read up on
this now, especially as Kuzzles followed suit, and now wants to curl
up with me and says “Mommy, teww me about bwood!”
Isaiah has his saintly moments. We were
getting out of the car, and he had unbuckled himself and gotten out,
running to the door while I was still wrestling with the girl's
restraint systems. I yelled to him to stay in my line of sight or
suffer punishment, and so he plopped down on the grass, still in my
line of sight, looking up into the sky. When I got to him (with 3
kids in tow, from the car) he looked up at me, peacefully beaming.
“Mommy, I was talking to God. I asked Him 'who are you?'” he said
smiling up at me. I melted. Just when I couldn't look any more
angelic, he gently kissed Mariam.
Isaiah goes into the hall closet which
is stuffed to the gills with my things. “MOM! SHUT DOWN ALL THE GARBAGE MASHERS
ON THE DETENTION LEVEL!!” he hollered. Now every time I look into the closet, I think of the garbage masher in Star Wars....
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addendum of happenings a couple weeks later, because it took me so long to publish this post....
When Jenny requested her nightly “tell
me more about blood”, I (exhausted all that I know) turned to Josh
“Josh, do you know anything more about blood”
“Mommy and Dadd have told you
everything they know about blood, Jenny.”
“Mommy and Daddy didn't do biology in
college, we did physics---”
“You should have done biowogy!”
“Mommy learned about stars and
cool---”
“You should not have done phydix!! I
want to know about blood! Why did you do phydix? You should have done
biowogy!”
Josh gently explained to her that when
Mommy did physics was before she knew she would have a little girl
who wanted to learn about blood, and then he immediately segued us
into prayertime so Jenny had to drop it.
After all the songs and prayer, I
thought Jenny had forgotten it, till a mournful little voice piped
up, breaking the silence before bedtime kisses. “Mommy, why didn't
you do bof phydix and biowogy? You could have done bof.
You should have done bof.”
“Maybe you can do both in college,
Jenny”
“No, I wanted you to do it. I
want to know about blood”
(The human anatomy book is now on its
way via the US Postal Service.)
Mariam will sing (her version of) the
backup vocals for Bad Lip-Reading's strange Yoda song (Seagulls Stop it Now). Josh showed it to them, and they were enthralled. At first I was less than enthusiastic, but now, even when Mariam is cranky and crying,
and I start to hum the Yoda song, and she reluctantly began singing
the backup vocals.
Skyping aunt Sarah for her birthday,
Jenny put on 2 party hats and said she was a “Sarahsaurus” (I
think her idea of a triceratops). Isaiah started excitedly telling
her about the pale horse, the red horse, and the dire names of each
of the riders of the apocalypse. I think its one of his favorite
pages of his picture Bible, along with the 4 beasts in Daniel....
“And who did Persia eat?” etc.
Kuzzles is being potty trained, and
gets to pick between various candies for using the potty. One of her
favorite is the post-valentine discount little candy hearts that I
picked up from dollar tree. Josh's mom calls them “conversation
hearts” because of the words printed on them, and Kuzzles picked up
the terminology from her. It never sounds the same twice when Kuzzles
requests them, the first few times I was utterly confused. Today it
was “Scogervation heawts”.
Due to Keziah's potty training, there has been more candies in the house. Isaiah stole some skittles and lied about it.
I told him he would not have candy for a long time, because of the stealing. (I was thinking 3 days). Jenny jumped in “Isaiah, you will not have candy till you're EIGHTEEN.”
I told Jenny “It'll be before that.”
Jenny went up to Isaiah, “Isaiah, you can have candy when you're SIXTEEN.”
The skittle episode ended rather dramatically, with me threatening to burn the skittles if there was more theft/lying for them. I explained that lying is bad for his soul. I talked about how his eternal soul was of much greater worth than skittles. And that God---who loves us---does not want him to lie, and the devil---who hates us---wants him to lie.
Isaiah wept, and I worried that I had overdone it, and wracked the poor kid with guilt.
“Why are you crying, Isaiah?”
His tearstained face looked up at me, very worried---
“The devil will not eat my skittles?”
I think I need to leave the kids theology to Josh....
Mariam loves candy with a deep and
abiding passion. She'll run up “Nanndies! Nanndies!” For a while
I was trying to be firm, and only give candy to the one who did the
work, but Mariam can weep heartbroken tears, and also started to run
up and sit on the potty chair when Puzz needed to use it.
Mariam
has been talking more but Puzz still sees herself as her
self-appointed interpreter. “Mariam wants milk in a bottle” over
mariams wails “Bobbul! Bobbul!” while shaking the waterfilled
reject angrily. (in all the hullaboo of switching Mariam to milk from
a cup and only water in the bottle----we are all sleeping through the
night for the first time in a month!!!)
When
Puzz is getting rewarded for potty usage, Mariam often comes up doing
a desperate frenzied dance as she cries out “Nandies! Nandies!”
Puzz will say 'Mariam wants half [a candy]” and I will then get her
half a candy. They are all happy.
Mariam has almost an uncanny ability to
sense if I am eating a little bit of chocolate in the kitchen. She'll
run up at the faintest crinkle of a wrapper and do an adorable little
“Nanndies! Nanndies!” beneath me. Then she somehow manages to
smear about 2 chocolate chip's worth of dark chocolate all over her
face and hands.
She also loves to to name the various
parts of your face. “Nos!” “mouf!” “EES!” while pointing.
You just have to prepare yourself so she doesn't gouge your eyes out
as she names “AAAYYYSSS!!!”
Both Keziah and Jenny will come up to
me and kiss my belly. “I kissed duh new baby” Puzz will say,
beaming up at me. Even Mariam will come now, pull up my shirt, and
gently kiss my belly. Isaiah prefers to come up and say “I'm gonna
pop the baby out” and proceed to try to push on my belly.
Baby Sadar #5 continues to kick and grow!