Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Kindergarten Diaries: Oct. 7

Grace: Mom, I have a secret. Don’t tell Claire. Promise? There is a boy in Claire’s class. And I’m in love with him. I used to love this other boy. But I’m over with him. 

Mom: What makes you like this new boy?

Grace: I don’t know. 

Mom: Well, what made you like him over the other boys? 

Grace: I don’t know. They just didn’t impress me. 

Mom: Have you ever talked to him? 

Grace: No. 

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Raising 'Em Right

Mom, how does Sally get to town walking upside down? 

Well, son. Let’s find out. 

She’s not going to make it! 

Thank goodness for Neddy Buttercup. 

Friday, September 25, 2015

Future Wildcats

We’ve done college basketball games. They loved the popcorn. 

We’ve done college baseball games. They loved the hot dogs. 

This year, we’re trying our hand at college football. Well, sorta. 

We made it as far as the tailgate. And so far, they’ve loved the whole experience. The eating, the people, the dogs, the playing. Maybe next year we'll try the football. 

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Splitsville, Part 1

A few months ago, I made the silly mistake of asking the girls where they wanted to go for breakfast. And by silly, I mean STUPID. So, so stupid. 

Because, of course, they couldn’t agree on a place. Grace wanted to go to the pancake place (her general name for restaurants that serve pancakes) and Claire wanted donuts. They argued round and round and we ended up just eating at home. Grace was devastated because she loves eating out, so I told her that one of these weekends, I’d take her to the pancake place just the two of us. 

She’s asked me about it several times over the past few months, but the time was never right. This past weekend, I finally made good on my promise. 

Scott took Claire to get donuts and Grace, Henry and I went to the pancake place where neither of us had pancakes. (Side note: while eating donuts, Claire told Scott: "I look kind of like your date." How adorable is that?)

On the way there, Grace was explaining why this was such a good idea: “Sometimes we just need apart time. Sometimes you and Daddy argue and sometimes Claire and I get mad, so we just need to be apart.” 

Scott and Claire agreed to bring Grace a donut, so Grace wanted to surprise Claire with a stuffed animal. When they were reunited, Grace whipped out the stuffed animal and said “Surprise!” 

Claire loved it and Grace came running to me, “She loves it! She loves it!” 

Turns out absence does make the heart grow fonder. 

Up next weekend: Mom, Claire and Henry head one way. Dad and Grace go the other. 

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

So Much Love for These People

One time in college I thought I might end up living on the East Coast. No really, I did. I know, I can’t believe it either. 

For one, I’m a midwesterner through and through. I mean I have a picture of hay bales on my living room wall for crying out loud. I’m certainly not East Coast material. 

For two, I could never live that far from our families. This past month has shown me just how much I rely on them for support, help, love and laughs. Just in the past few weeks: 

1. A few weekends ago, my brothers and my parents helped us put in a new sliding door, replace two toilets and fix a flooring issue. IN ONE DAY. They were here for a total of twelve hours and then came back the next morning to finish up a couple of things. 

2. Then a few days later, my parents came over to trim up the overgrown trees and bushes. I think they were here for about twelve hours that day, too. I didn’t even realize we needed it so badly — they just offered because they are AMAZING. Yesterday, they came back again to help finish it up. Why? Because they are AMAZING. 

3. My mom comes over during the week to help watch Henry while I work. And cooks dinner for the whole family once a week at Family Dinner Night. It's a magical couple of hours during the middle of the week that I get to spend with the people I love most (miss you Carrie) and eat my mom's home cooked meals, which make everything right in the world.

4. My sisters and mom spent the day with us painting rocks, blowing bubbles and generally making memories at the local mini-maker faire. Oh, and helping me clean up an explosive poopy diaper. But you probably don't want to hear about that. Oops. Too late. :) 

5. Scott’s parents drove up two weekends in a row to celebrate Scott’s birthday and then to help us celebrate at the pep rally before the first football game. 

6. And his mom just recently drove up to spend some time with the girls and Henry for the afternoon. 

I feel so immensely grateful for the love and support of all these people. I don’t know what we would do without them. 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Goodnight, Sleep Less Tight

For the entirety of the girls’ lives, I have checked on them each night before I go to bed. I cover them up, untangle their arms from the sheets, remove their books and whisper I love yous. 

This summer as I continued this nightly check, I noticed their little toes were hanging off the bed. And yes, they were still in toddler beds. 

I know, I know. They are five. But inertia plus my own indecisiveness led to still having toddler beds at the age of five. 

I knew it was time (or past time). So, I started brainstorming ideas. Bunk beds, loft beds, connected twin beds, regular twin beds. I finally settled on regular twin beds. 

It’s a bit of a tight squeeze, but they fit and the girls LOVE their new big girl beds. 

Scott’s a fan, too.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Overheard: It Just Infects Me

Mom: Grace, what are we going to do about these fits?

Grace: *Thoughtful pause.* I don’t know. We can’t stop them. I just get so sad when someone yells at me. 

Mom: But no one yelled at you, Grace. You were mad that your tablet was out of batteries. 

Grace: Ya, I just get so sad. It infects me. And I can’t stop it. 

Mom: But maybe we could try to think of another way.

Grace: It just infects me. 

Mom: Maybe you could find your teddy and hold on to him until the feeling passes?

Grace: I try that all the time. But it just gets stronger and stronger. I’ve tried that millions of times. It just infects me.