It’s going to be an interesting Christmas.
Scout has only claimed he wants the following four things:
#1 — Pills and Medicine (his most popular answer by a long shot).
#2 — A mean scary mask so [he] can scare everyone. (Lately he has added that he wants it to be a witch mask).
#3 — Pistachios
#4 — A Ball. (This is only because when he sat on Santa’s lap, and didn’t respond with anything he wanted, Santa started suggesting. A dozen or so suggestions in, Scout finally agreed that a ball sounded good.)
Then I have Icka who is only obsessed with one thing.
FOOD.
And then there is Micah, who for the first time provided a list.
Isn’t it a little boring to give socks and white tee-shirts?
What next??? A 12 pack of toothbrushes?
I guess this is the year to bend the rules a bit, and get each of them what I want them to have.
Scout’s two latest that Micah finds hysterical and I find pretty funny:
He first asks an unsuspector, “_______, Guess what?”
When they say, “what?”
He sings…..
“Ring around the rosies…pocket full of boogers!”
And then he rolls!
And thanks to Belly:
Anytime he does a “gas ball” (our term for flatulence), he instead announces to anyone around us that, “he burned a hole in his shorts.”
Classy….real classy.
Uncle Ray came down for Thanksgiving, and might have fallen in love with Navy. Even though her snoof was out of control all weekend long!
#1 — Navy is an official walker. I could have claimed this a while ago, and had I helped her, I could have probably claimed this at eight months. but now, at 10 months, she is an official walker. She got her P.R. the other day at 20 steps. She is capable of turning completely around while walking, of walk-stop-walk walking, and clapping and walking. Nice work Sweets.
#2 — Scout was climbing something this morning and said, “Mom…..I can totally do this!” So milestone number two, is my son’s use of the word “totally”. Maybe he will surf.
This year’s Thanksgiving was great. We went back and forth to both of our parent’s houses, and crammed in two feasts. Uncle Ray and Aunt Val were in town for ours, and my dad made a stop in after getting home from Africa a few hours earlier. (I definitely have a lot of my dad in me!)
The highlight of my day was the Turkey Trot. Not only did I complete the entire 5K without stopping (which has never happened), but Scout tried the children’s race for the first time. He totally had his game face on while he was lined up with the hundreds of other kids. Micah lined up with him while Icka, Skilly, Calin and I were in the crowd to cheer him on. When the race started, it took a few minutes for Scout to show up, but when he did, it was a priceless sight. He was running his very hardest, and was really pumping his arms. He wouldn’t even look up to see us because he was determined. Skilly jumped in the race with him, and tried to help motivate him. Unfortunately about 50 yards past us (250 yards in total), he was pooped. I guess he did a decent job as a 2 1/2 year old in a race for 5 year olds. The best part was how excited he was to tell Jake all about his “running race”. So when he finally got to see Jake later that night, he even showed off his running skills.
Micah broke out his Letterman’s jacket from high school the other day. In the same bag, we found my cheerleader sweater and his UCLA Aloha Bowl football jersey. Scout tried it on, and you could tell Micah was so proud. Pretty cute.
Scout has a new contraption. He runs down the slide, bounces on the ball, and flips over into “puffy” stuff. I might have been worried about his neck, except that I saw it about the 30th time he did it. I figure if something was going to break….it would have already happened. Plus — do ghosts have bones to break?
Who is that girl with all of that gorgeous hair you ask?
Thanks to Bergstrom’s….it’s Navy!
At least she looks feminine.
Until she goes ballistic!
But Mama made it all better.
Everyone at church loved her pigtails until I lifted her headband to show that she was a fraud. How classic is this headband! I love it! The best part is that Micah didn’t have a clue, and just said that he was amazed at how golden her hair was getting! Classic!
But the joke was on me when we stopped by Dr. Thein’s house after church. He peaked in and told me how big she is getting. Little did I know that she had pulled her headband down, and looked like the bearded lady. So when he thought she was getting bigger, he was probably wondering what type of hormone was misfiring!
There is no secret that I love Dr. Thein. Scummy totally does too. So after a lazy morning of taste testing donuts (they approved of Stan’s), we got the bright idea of walking one over to Dr. Theiny’s house. We were going to make a sign for all of the kids to hold up that said, “You delivered all of us!”, but we skipped that part. We made the trek over after noon (mind you, that we are all still in pajamas) with a donut for the world’s greatest doctor. After about 10 doorbell rings and a bunch of kids peaking in the door, we just left the bag on the doorstep for him to find. Too bad we didn’t have a pen to say who had left it.
So today after church, I told Micah to drive by his house to see if he was outside. When he saw me, he said, “Hi Lindsey….I was going to call you. There was a donut on my front doorstep, and I figured it was from you.” Can you say stalker?! I blame Scummy.
(This whole scenario might sound a little sketchy, but he loves me and the Scumball. I mean….who wouldn’t?!!)
President Monson gave a great talk in General Conference last time, and in it he mentioned a class that put “warm fuzzies” in a jar. I went out the next day to get something similar, and Scout has been earning his fuzzies ever since. He assigned colors, so he is yellow, I am white, Micah is blue, Icka is pink, and Nonie is red. Every time he does something nice for someone, or chooses the right, or says please and thank you without prompting, I give him a yellow fuzz.
Today in church, he was WAY better then usual. He whispered instead of using a loud voice. When he found vampire teeth, he played with them quietly instead of scaring everyone. He was doing a sticker book with Micah and didn’t get overly excited or frustrated by anything. He didn’t go up to the organ to play a few notes. You get the picture. So in an effort to keep it going, I turned to him and said, “Scout, you are being SO good. When you get home, you get 2 yellow fuzzies…and if you are reverent during the prayer (his favorite time to be stinky), you will get 3!” He thought for a second, turned to me and said, “And you get 1 white fuzz.” Guess I was being good….just not as good as he.
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