And so it goes. . .

Instead of falling asleep during his naptime today, Adam got up and went to the bathroom seven times. Awesome.

Odds and Ends

Lucy had a concert at MMHS this week. It was a hodge-podge of local choirs: a few elementaries, a junior high, a high school, and a community chorale all singing together. Each school performed impressive classics, like centuries-old folk songs, some swinging spirituals, stuff written by Haydn, and the obligatory adaptation by John Rutter. Except our school. Our elementary school sang "Bad Day" and "We Will Rock You" complete with stomping feet, clapping hands and other motions. It actually added some variety in there quite nicely. If they had only used a minus track . . .

In other news, some kids have learned some things around here.

This one

tackled one of these babies:
He came, he rode, he conquered.
(To clear up any confusion, this is not the exact model he used.)

And this one
tackled one of these babies:

He came, he sat, he conquered . . . almost.

(This is the exact model he used.)

His biggest challenge seems to be recognizing the difference between feeling like he has to go and actually having to go. I used a different method to train this time and it was a hit for both of us. I didn't feel like I needed to bang my head against the wall more than once or twice. And that, my friends, is unqualified success.

And, FINALLY . . .

Top Ten--March 2010

10—K: Do you think I’ll do more good or less good in the program?
M: Uh, more good.
K: Like 25 times more good or never-ending more good?
M: Oh! Definitely never-ending more good.
K: Thanks, mom. You’re the best.

9— Soooooooo, I’m wondering . . . is there an innate human need for preschool children (ahem, Isaac) to roll around on the floor in their blankets 20 times a day? Seriously, if I trip over that kid one more time . . .

8—K: Mom, I was diddle-daddling on the way home.
Question to self—where did Kye hear the term “diddle-daddle?” Cause I’m pretty sure I’ve never used it. Perhaps he was thinking of “dilly-dally,” which I’m pretty sure I’ve never used either. Must be from a book.

7—Oh, spring weather, why do you tease me so? Why do you come in warm, enticing spurts and then dash all my springly hopes with snow? In the words of Anne (Shirley) Blythe, “Snow in (spring) is an abomination. It’s like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.” I hear you clucking, Anne.

6—Isaac: It’s nice to have a mom that’s always nice to you, like when no one else wants to play a game with you and she asks you to play a game with her.

What else are mothers for, Zeeky-boy?

5—M: Kye, would you please get Adam a few crackers?
K: Argh! Work, work, WORK!

4—A: Kye, dat’s a big no-NO! Don’t push my brudduh.

3—M: Kye, what are you doing? (As he ran outside before school, spinning around, with his face lifted to the snow-filled skies.)
K: I’m trying to get a piece of snow up my nose.

Of course you are!

2—M (noting daughter’s dejected expression after family scripture study): What’s wrong, Lu?
L: I miss President Hinckley.
M: Ummmmmmmmm, Lucy? He’s been dead for 2 years now.
L: I know. It’s just that when we were reading Helaman 3:30, I thought of him. (*sigh*)

1—I got a day off. Did you get that? A. DAY. OFF. It was wonderful. In lieu of a weekend to Costa Rica that didn’t work out, Zach gave me a day all to myself. I went shopping, went out to lunch with friends, got some errands done, went to the library, came home to a clean house and then got to go on a date with Zach. It was very refreshing. I can highly recommend it. Thanks, hhbl.