We have a really great thing going with the Goodrich cousins. Sadie is 9 months older than Eliza and we get a bunch of her and Macie's hand-me-downs. When Eliza grows out of these clothes they get passed back to Dezzie.
Today while getting ready for bed, I commented that Eliza's jammies were getting a little too short. She let me know that we should give them to Dezzie. Then she asked me when she would start wearing my clothes. "When I grow bigger and bigger I need to wear mommy clothes. Then, mom, you can wear grandma clothes."
I told Eliza that when she grows up she can buy her own clothes, but she insisted that she needed to wear my "mommy clothes." I finally realized she wanted to wear my clothes because she was worried that as she grew her clothes would not fit--she didn't want to go naked to the store to buy new ones.
I explained to her that we would make sure to go shopping before she "grew out of" the clothes she was wearing. Glad we got that one all cleared up.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Boys and Barbies
Davis and Eliza usually get along well. There is OF COURSE the occasional fight (by occasional, I mean 4 or 5 a day), but usually I find the kids making forts, jumping on couches, or reading to each other (I wish they were actually reading, but they just recite books via memory--I get a kick out of it when one corrects the other. "No Davis, it is 'thirsty' not 'firsty'").
There has been one fight, however, that seems never to be resolved. It is the argument over who gets to choose the movie. Eliza is thrilled with all movies Barbie (12 Dancing Princess, Swan Lake, and Fairytopia) while Davis endlessly requests The Incredibles (or anything superhero). Last week, Davis finally conceded. He let us know that Barbie: Fairytopia would be good, but NOT Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses. His exact words, "When I watch those girls dancing, it makes the peepee dancers inside of me wake up and I have to go to the potty."
Well, I'm glad that he cleared that up for us. I thought his objection was that the movie was Barbie related, but no, it is the peepee dancers.
Yesterday when we visited the redbox (dollar movie rental machine) Davis was "Okay" with the Island Princess Barbie movie. In fact, he was the one who requested to watch the end of the movie after preschool.
There has been one fight, however, that seems never to be resolved. It is the argument over who gets to choose the movie. Eliza is thrilled with all movies Barbie (12 Dancing Princess, Swan Lake, and Fairytopia) while Davis endlessly requests The Incredibles (or anything superhero). Last week, Davis finally conceded. He let us know that Barbie: Fairytopia would be good, but NOT Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses. His exact words, "When I watch those girls dancing, it makes the peepee dancers inside of me wake up and I have to go to the potty."
Well, I'm glad that he cleared that up for us. I thought his objection was that the movie was Barbie related, but no, it is the peepee dancers.
Yesterday when we visited the redbox (dollar movie rental machine) Davis was "Okay" with the Island Princess Barbie movie. In fact, he was the one who requested to watch the end of the movie after preschool.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
We Found the Camera!!
In May, Davis and Eliza discovered the joy of "taking pictures" with the camera. I would find them sneaking around the house snapping shots of whatever--usually this meant carpet, tv, toys, etc. After repeatedly telling them that they shouldn't play with the camera, I took the camera and put it away where they couldn't get to it. Unfortunately, in that memory I also remember thinking, ". . . now I need to remember where I am putting this."
For nearly 3 months, we've been scouring the house. At first I blamed the disappearance of the camera on Davis, but after searching his usual hideouts (toybox, bathroom cabinets) we gave up! I secretly knew that I probably had something to do with the disappearance of the camera (remember aforementioned memory), but it is so much easier to blame these things on a four year old! Well, tonight, D found the camera sitting behind a picture frame on the roll top desk. Hoorah!! We are so happy because we were about to bite the bullet and purchase a new one. I was so glad to have these pictures because they included graduation and Roger's blessing. So even though these pictures are 3 months old, I just have to post them. I am amazed at the color change in Rogers hair. He was a definite brunette on his blessing day, but is now a decided blonde. Too bad the camera was missing to capture the dark roots, blonde growth. You'll just have to take my word for it that it was very cool!!
For nearly 3 months, we've been scouring the house. At first I blamed the disappearance of the camera on Davis, but after searching his usual hideouts (toybox, bathroom cabinets) we gave up! I secretly knew that I probably had something to do with the disappearance of the camera (remember aforementioned memory), but it is so much easier to blame these things on a four year old! Well, tonight, D found the camera sitting behind a picture frame on the roll top desk. Hoorah!! We are so happy because we were about to bite the bullet and purchase a new one. I was so glad to have these pictures because they included graduation and Roger's blessing. So even though these pictures are 3 months old, I just have to post them. I am amazed at the color change in Rogers hair. He was a definite brunette on his blessing day, but is now a decided blonde. Too bad the camera was missing to capture the dark roots, blonde growth. You'll just have to take my word for it that it was very cool!!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
"I---I Will Survive!"
Well, I decided that if I survived last week, I can survive anything. Last weeks 'Top Ten List':
10) Start of preschool--I was teaching, and actually got nervous the night before school (what if my lesson doesn't go as planned? Wait a minute, why do 4 year olds even care--not your harshest critics?)
9) Month 3 of Rogers face rash
8) 3 on call nights, no sleep for D those nights, a total of 104 hours worked-- both of us!!
7) Preparing for sharing time
6) Writing the Primary Program
5) Itching, coughing, sneezing, runny noses-- for mom, Davis, Eliza, and Roger.
4) Losing my keys in a walk across the street--I am not sure how they can get lost in 20 feet of distance, but they did!!
3) Mowing my yard in the dark because that is the only free time I have
2) Flood in the basement (I was the cause, remember that mowing in the dark--I flipped the hose into a window, apparently it was on at a trickle)
1) Cleaning up basement flood with 3 kids in tow! Thank goodness for good neighbors who helped move large peices of furniture and let the kids come play at their house for a few hours.
BUSY WEEK, HUH! Having said that, I am happy, healthy (well, the sniffles are clearing up), I have a spare set of keys, the Primary Program is written, Sharing Time went well, I have 3 great kids (who sometimes share--sometimes), my husband is a very hard worker with a steady job, and the mess in the basement is the impetus for new carpet and a bathroom remodel. Life is good!
10) Start of preschool--I was teaching, and actually got nervous the night before school (what if my lesson doesn't go as planned? Wait a minute, why do 4 year olds even care--not your harshest critics?)
9) Month 3 of Rogers face rash
8) 3 on call nights, no sleep for D those nights, a total of 104 hours worked-- both of us!!
7) Preparing for sharing time
6) Writing the Primary Program
5) Itching, coughing, sneezing, runny noses-- for mom, Davis, Eliza, and Roger.
4) Losing my keys in a walk across the street--I am not sure how they can get lost in 20 feet of distance, but they did!!
3) Mowing my yard in the dark because that is the only free time I have
2) Flood in the basement (I was the cause, remember that mowing in the dark--I flipped the hose into a window, apparently it was on at a trickle)
1) Cleaning up basement flood with 3 kids in tow! Thank goodness for good neighbors who helped move large peices of furniture and let the kids come play at their house for a few hours.
BUSY WEEK, HUH! Having said that, I am happy, healthy (well, the sniffles are clearing up), I have a spare set of keys, the Primary Program is written, Sharing Time went well, I have 3 great kids (who sometimes share--sometimes), my husband is a very hard worker with a steady job, and the mess in the basement is the impetus for new carpet and a bathroom remodel. Life is good!
Monday, September 3, 2007
D is a real doctor
D really is Dr. Millar. He was on call last night and did 2 cases-- an apendectomy and a mesenteric torsion (in human speak this means he fixed a lady's bowel that was wrapped around some arteries). I figure if he has to be at the hospital in the middle of the night, he might as well be enjoying himself (unfortunately, his fun is someone else's pain).
He's done a few gall bladder surgeries and a laparoscopic apendectomy. I know he is in the right field because he comes home excited on those days, even though he is running low on fuel--he"forgets" to eat-- a phenomenon I have never been able to understand. I "forget" to do the laundy or pay the bills, but can't seem to "forget" to eat. Unfortunately, I could do to "forget" a meal or two every now and again, but alas, that doesn't seem to be my downfall.
He's done a few gall bladder surgeries and a laparoscopic apendectomy. I know he is in the right field because he comes home excited on those days, even though he is running low on fuel--he"forgets" to eat-- a phenomenon I have never been able to understand. I "forget" to do the laundy or pay the bills, but can't seem to "forget" to eat. Unfortunately, I could do to "forget" a meal or two every now and again, but alas, that doesn't seem to be my downfall.
Back to School Changes
Fall is in the air!!
This means many things at the Millar home:
1) 7:30 A.M is marked by roudy junior high kids whose bus stop is right in front of our house (we still haven't fixed the artwork (graffiti) presumably left by said kids on the lightpost outside of our house last spring). I forgot about those kids, but was painfully reminded last Tuesday morning.
2) Davis and Eliza FINALLY get to start preschool. They have been asking about when school was going to start for weeks. I keep telling them, "fall." When I let them know this morning that preschool was starting tomorrow, Davis asked if the leaves were going to fall off tomorrow too.
3) Eliza gets to start much begged for "ballet class." After months of bugging me about starting dance last spring, I told her that she would have to wait until "fall" to take class. When I finally signed her up a few weeks ago, I felt I should be fair to Davis, so I asked him if he wanted to take dance too. He looked up at me and said, "NO MOM, I want to take golf." GOLF? I didn't even know he knew what that was. I guess he has seen dad swinging his club in the yard. So we called D's nephew, Couper, who is a senior in high school and asked him if he could teach Davis. Davis is very excited about his golfing lessons with cousin Couper on Saturdays.
4) Sweater and Turtleneck season is upon us--my favorite kind of clothes-- but are worn best in the fall before you have to cover them up with snow jackets.
This means many things at the Millar home:
1) 7:30 A.M is marked by roudy junior high kids whose bus stop is right in front of our house (we still haven't fixed the artwork (graffiti) presumably left by said kids on the lightpost outside of our house last spring). I forgot about those kids, but was painfully reminded last Tuesday morning.
2) Davis and Eliza FINALLY get to start preschool. They have been asking about when school was going to start for weeks. I keep telling them, "fall." When I let them know this morning that preschool was starting tomorrow, Davis asked if the leaves were going to fall off tomorrow too.
3) Eliza gets to start much begged for "ballet class." After months of bugging me about starting dance last spring, I told her that she would have to wait until "fall" to take class. When I finally signed her up a few weeks ago, I felt I should be fair to Davis, so I asked him if he wanted to take dance too. He looked up at me and said, "NO MOM, I want to take golf." GOLF? I didn't even know he knew what that was. I guess he has seen dad swinging his club in the yard. So we called D's nephew, Couper, who is a senior in high school and asked him if he could teach Davis. Davis is very excited about his golfing lessons with cousin Couper on Saturdays.
4) Sweater and Turtleneck season is upon us--my favorite kind of clothes-- but are worn best in the fall before you have to cover them up with snow jackets.
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