Sometimes impromptu stuff is the best stuff.
Kind of like this Family Night, where Micah played with the kids for 45 minutes on our bed.
They might remember some of our lessons, but my guess is that the “Earthquakes” and “Baby Boo” will be remembered more vividly.
Poor Navy. I only know this, because I dealt with the exact same thing when Scout turned 8, but she is getting her first little surge of hormones — and WE ALL KNOW IT! This girl cries at the drop of a dime. She whines more now, than she ever has. She is also extremely dramatic over everything. For a tough girl like Navy, I wasn’t sure that hormones would ever get the best of her…but they have.
But now that we have talked about the teeny, tiny amount of hormones she is getting, she has actually tried to manage it a bit better. I told her, that as soon as she realizes that it is her hormones doing the crying, to just sort things out in her head. So just the other morning, as she tripped, she started to bawl. (Keep in mind that this girl has never cried over pain.) Then I saw her realize that she wasn’t in any sort of pain, and then get up and brush herself off. And that is when I knew that she heard what I was saying, and together we can see a tiny light at the end of this tunnel.
Babe — you are officially outnumbered during these nighttime shenanigans.
Long after Scout should have been in his bed asleep, I heard tinkering. When I finally went in to see what was going on, (because I wanted to go to bed myself), he was so stoked to show me his creation — his “battlebot”. I said three things. First, “Very nice work.” Second, “Put it where nobody can reach it.” And last, “Get to bed before I beat you.”
You’ll never guess which two of my kids were supposed to be cleaning, but instead were hiding with some Halloween candy.
I have one word….confiscated.
(Just like Scout’s last week!)
When we came home from church, and I noticed a really cool bug, I called Navy over to get it. She was loving the Praying Mantis we found, and played with it for a while.
Then I went in to where she was writing a note to our neighbor who is a 9 year-old bug lover and expert. When I saw that she was writing a note to Brennan, I was so pleased that she was going to give him the cool bug we had found. When I commented on how nice she was, she said, “Duh mom! This was already Brennan’s praying mantis. Scout let it out the other day from its cage, and we have been looking for it. Brennan has been so sad about losing it. Now he can finally have it back.”
Wow.
What a paradigm shift.
I guess there is a dad, who really knows his daughter.
So when he came back from a Baja fishing trip, and had all of these awesome shells he collected, he was granted permission to head back to Baja as often as he’d like.
At least from Navy!
When Dr. Carruth calls, needing help on a boy’s Eagle project, I answer.
And I volunteer Scout to be that help.
And then when Scout realizes his duties, he dominates the whole task of earning money for a shelter, and schools those older boys on their own project!
There is no secret, that I have a theory about the third child. Based on my own personal research, I find that the third child in a family is quite often the most difficult. That being said, I am determined to change my own theory into mud. So my method I have chosen to use…is brainwashing my third.
So every single day, when I see Dash, I call out a few things that he immediately knows the answer to.
I yell:
“Third time’s a …” then he calls out “CHARM”!
“Lucky number…” then he yells back “THREE”!
Then I whisper those same things in his ear over and over.
Please Dash…PLEASE be my easiest. I couldn’t bear if you ever turn stinky. You are heavenly, and I think you are literally here to break the mold.
If there even is a mold to break?!!!
You can only imagine my humiliation, when I received this text.
It was almost as bad as the humiliation I felt when there was a knock at the door five minutes later.
Stinking Navy!
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