Yeah, it was a literal zoo. With animals and amphibians and all the accompanying sounds and smells.
But also as in, "Holy Cow it's a total ZOO IN HERE!"
Ninety-nine percent of the families in the greater DFW area went to the Ft. Worth zoo the Friday of Spring Break. (Possibly a slight exaggeration. But only by a few percentage points.)
The kids had a good time walking around the zoo. When they could wrangle and push and squeeze their way through the masses and get up close enough to the exhibits to actually see the animals it was even better.
Family Night this week revolved around watching the DVD of Bolt!
The hamster character in that movie is stinkin' hysterical. Love it when a kids movie has plenty-0-one-liners for the Moms and Dads. (All while avoiding crass innuendo - all too rare!)
For refreshment during our movie, we stuck with the dog theme and made puppy chow. Human variety.
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Tee-Ball is rough on me and Lauryn.
Yeah, yeah....Jonathan is coaching and both boys are playing. I understand. They're the ones standing in the wind for upwards of an hour and a half. Hitting balls. Catching balls. Running the bases. I guess they're doing a little bit of work.
But I'm convinced me and Lauryn exert more energy than they do, trying to keep our hair out of our faces.
It's been especially windy in Lubbock lately (even more so than ususal!) and stray hair whipping into your face for an hour and half is a mental beat down.
We've finally learned to wear baseball caps.
(I'm such a baby. I could never be expected to actually play a sport in these windy conditions. If it were up to me, games and practices would be canceled due to wind!)
You all know I am a proud mini-van driver. No SUV for this girl. Love those sliding doors!
Scoff if you must. But my mini-van and I plan on having many more happy years together.
Tonight, "Windy" (Get it? Get it? Cause she's a Ford Windstar? We're so clever.) came through for me yet again. I was able to pack in nearly 900 hot dogs and hot dog buns, 250 capri sun pouches, and about 8 giant bottles of mustard and ketchup.
As I was driving all that stuff home from Sams Club..just me and all the above mentioned food, crammed into my mini-van at 9:00pm...I had one of those "Is this really my life?" moments.
How did I arrive at the place where I'm driving around Lubbock, TX with 900 hot dogs? Ahh...the life of a Children Pastor's wife. Yep. This is indeed my life. Good thing I love it!
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Lauryn has suddenly forgotten how to blow her nose. She JUST.WON'T.DO.IT.
I go through all the same routines we've always done, which basically consists of holding a tissue to her nose and instructing her to blow. Nope. She sniffs instead.
No nose-blowing is happening.
So all day and all night she is either drippy or sniffy. Ugh.
She won't blow her nose, and she won't cough up/spit out the junky drainage that rattles around in her throat at night. Which leads to unending hacking and coughing.
My world is in a state of upheaval and sleep deprivation because my three year old doesn't know how to properly deal with her snot.
I'm open to suggestions.
Everyone in Ryan's class had to dress as a pig for the 1st grade musical; parents were tasked with creating a homemade costume.
Ryan wanted his pig to be muddy, so I let him take his shirt outside and use it to clean off my dusty patio table.
I realized when we got to the musical that most of the other moms of "muddy" little pigs utilized brown paint instead of actual dirt. Oh well. Nothing wrong with a little authenticity, right?
I thought Ryan might be a little embarrassed to wear a pink shirt, a snout, and a headband with pig ears attached.
Nope. He was good with it. The fact that every other boy in his class was dressed basically the same way helped. First grade boy solidarity!
I had a post yesterday about my Grandpa, so today I thought I would give some equal play to Grandma. Because truthfully, they're pretty much a package deal.
My grandma makes beautiful hand-sewn quilts, and is very generous in giving them to my family. My quilts really deserve a separate blog post at some point.
I've tried to photograph them before, and I just never feel like the pictures do them justice. I have visions of a beautiful portrait of all my quilts hanging on clotheslines above lush green grass, with huge beautiful trees in the background. I have no clotheslines...no green grass...no trees...and no camera to capture such a portrait. So that image will just have to live in our imaginations for now.
My limited efforts at picking up her skills at hand-quilting have been in vain. I tense up so much I break needles, and I have a terrible neck-ache when I finish. Then I compare my stitches to my grandmother's teeny-tiny machine-like stitches, and mine suddenly look like they were done by a 2nd grader.
However...I have managed to sorta-kinda pick up one of her other talents - embroidery. My stitches still look pitiful in comparison to hers, but I enjoy it and can complete a project without giving myself a tension headache.
I recently mentioned to Grandma "I was kind of thinking of trying to embroider some burp cloths for a friend..." and in about three days a package of soft white fabric and an embroidery iron-on transfer pencil arrived at my doorstep. Thanks grandma! Love ya!
Here are the burp cloths I sent to my friend Lisa for Baby Number Four, Samuel Hudson Cash, due to make his arrival March 16th. (I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE HIM!!!)
And now we have learned that I can't photograph quilts or burp cloths very well. Just imagine them a bit more colorful and altogether cuter in real life.
This week I was at a brief in-service regarding Sensory Impairment.
A lot of the kiddos I work with have Sensory Integration issues, and an Occupational Therapist was giving a review of when to make a referral for a sensory evaluation.
It had little to do with the rest of the training, but she briefly mentioned that the same part of the brain that processes scents also deals with memories, explaining in part why smells can trigger such strong memories and emotions.
As she said, "I'm sure most of you have at least one distinct smell that you associate with a person or place", my brain immediately went to:
Video games will never, ever be one of my strong suits.
Back in elementary school, when Nintendo first became so popular, I never even managed to rescue the princess. And this was after hours upon hours of playing time. (Mostly trying to impress boys.)
My husband just stared at me in sad disbelief when I admitted that I had never once conquered all the levels of Super Mario Brothers.
Anway...We're having a ton of fun with the Wii Jonathan purchased a few weeks ago; but I'm pretty pitiful to watch.
My six year olds skills pretty much match mine, and my 5 year old will probably surpass me shortly.
The boys have figured out that if they just hand Lauryn an inactive controller she thinks she's playing. They even shout encouraging things to her occasionally, just to keep up the ruse. Perhaps I should discourage this trickery, but it keeps the peace so I'm letting it go for now!
That's pretty much the chorus of Lauryn's young life.
Dylan has been trying to "curl his tongue" for a month now. He saw some friends at preschool demonstrating this trick and was determined to acquire the skill.
But at some point in my life, I was told that "curling your tongue" is genetic. I've always thought it was one of those things you could either do right away, or not do at all. For some reason I had it in my mind that you couldn't "teach" yourself to curl your tongue.
Dylan didn't believe that and kept trying. After a month of trial and error:
Tongue-curling SUCCESS! Who knew?
In other Dylan news....Imagine any quaint, stereotypical idea you've ever heard about "a boy and his dog", multiply it times 10, and that's how happy Dylan is to have Raider.
He's growing on me too.
Ryan requested a "Presidential Night" for family night this week. (His bookish, academic tendencies make my heart swell with pride.)
He decided the agenda for the evening:
First up: all our faces needed to be put on Mt. Rushmore. We had to squeeze Lauryn onto the end there, but I think she fits rather nicely.
We gave Daddy a little history test by printing off this picture of past Presidents and seeing how many he could name. Since I could only name about 10 (SHAMEFUL!), I was way impressed with Jonathan's substantially higher percentage.
Ryan quizzed Jonathan and I by reading some "presidential fun facts" I printed from this site and seeing if we could guess which President he was talking about. Dylan had fun calling out random guesses too; he rotated between, "The first guy!", and "Obama!", and "Abraham Lincoln!"
Jonathan brought home a current US Presidents puzzle. (Children's Ministers are an endless source of surprising family night resources.)
Lastly, we looked at all the US coins with the President's faces.
It was a pretty fun night. But it was totally overshadowed by another much more exciting endeavor.
Yep. We got a dog.
We were told he's a 7 month old "carkie"; half yorkie/half cairn terrier.
I think "carkie" is basically just a cute name for "mutt"...but he's a mutt with little to no shedding, which means he met my most important requirement.
I'm sure Raider will get a post all of his own in a few days. I need time to determine exactly what I have to say about him.....I will admit he's been pretty fun so far.
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Do you know of a mom, dad, grandma, aunt, or ANYONE who would be free to come spend a fun morning one Thursday a month with their child? Please tell them about Trinity Church StoryTime!
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Pass along this link and tell your friends and family about StoryTime.
We have a great time each month and we want more new friends to join us.
If you are a mom of a preschooler, I hope to see you there!
There is a particular breakfast cereal Ryan loves.
I only let him get it once every few months.
It's a fine cereal....
...but I really don't like greeting the day being forced to think about one of my potential "problem areas."
It's just not a good start to my morning.
I can't see this cereal without thinking about my own, non-cereal variety, OKAY!!??!!!???
Geesh malt-o-meal...GIVE A GIRL A BREAK!!!
My three year daughter grabbed my face and asked me,
"Mommy, do you love me everyday?"
"Yes, I love you everyday!"
"Everyday your WHOLE LIFE?!?"
"Everyday of my whole life."
I'm going to try and remember that she might need to hear those exact words when she's 12 or 15 or 17; when she's not 3 anymore, grabbing my face and asking me directly.
"I love you Lauryn. Everyday. My whole life."