Monday, November 25, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
When her turn comes, she marches up to the podium with the other kids in her group. She waits patiently in line, then steps up the two steps to grab the microphone. You can barely see the top of her head over the pulpit, but she says in a clear loud voice, "My testimony is strengthened when I share the gospel!" A smile is threatening to split my face and tears are pricking my eyes. Then....
She won't let go of the microphone and says "I want to say it again!" Bless the hearts of her teacher and the primary leader who was helping the kids, they let her say it again. Everyone was laughing. I couldn't stop. I was crying I was laughing so hard. Luckily a song was next and the kids were loudly singing about the prophets as they pulled her away from the pulpit. She threw a bit of a fit, but her teacher knows just how to calm her and had her standing in front of her seat singing along with the other kids in no time.
I'm so grateful for patient, determined teachers and leaders that are in place to help Maggie. I'm grateful for a loving, supportive husband, and for an adorable and exhaustingly active son. I'm grateful for an energetic, stubborn, outgoing, curious daughter. My family brings me so much joy. I love them.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Brandon is wondering if maybe we should hold her back a year because she'll be one of the youngest in her grade. Opinions? He said he had a hard time sometimes being a young one as well. I don't want to make school unnecessarily difficult for her. Luckily I've still got a year before that decision needs to be made. I know she definitely won't need the help academically, but maybe socially...
Monday, September 16, 2013
Anyway.... thought summer would be awful, turns out it wasn't. YAY! We had lots of fun outings with family and friends. Here is a barrage of pictures to prove what fun we had in no particular order:
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Saturday, April 20, 2013
I wish there was some explanation other than “Life” for why I can’t get done all the things I want to. Like staying up to date with my blogging. My most recent excuse is that my computer is up in my bedroom, which I only go into at night. Day time hours are spent running around elsewhere, and by the time I’ve made it back to my room I just collapse exhausted on my bed next to my husband who holds me for the 2 seconds it takes for me to fall asleep, then rolls me back to my side of the bed when he’s finally tired, 20 minutes later. I’m never around my computer. And I’m not going to type this all up on my phone. Sorry friends. So I need a laptop right? Maybe someday. Luckily (?) Brooks is feeling sick and won’t let me put him down. So while Maggie is at school, I can’t do my dishes, sweep, mop, work out, vacuum, shower, dust, scrub, cook, or sew like I normally would. I’m “stuck” holding a lightly sleeping baby. It’s nice.
I’ve had so many things on my mind lately, things that have happened, or that Maggie has done. Now that I’ve sat down to write about them….they’re gone from my brain. hmm… So, I guess an update. My daughter talks a lot. Almost constantly, if I’m honest. Lately it has been ALL about the alphabet. She loves spelling and telling you what sounds which letters make and what colors or foods or musical instruments start with said letters. Maggie has figured out phonetics. If she’s in the mood she can spell almost anything. Which has me wondering: HOW can Hooked On Phonics actually work? We pronounce almost nothing phonetically. Here are some sample words that she’s insisted she is spelling correctly: caoo (cow) scroo(screw) jackit(jacket) thu(the) nee(knee) shoo(shoe) Really, why are there so many silent letters in our words? A friend says she just “blames the British.” That’s fair. Maggie’s also suction cupped herself to braille. It’s so wonderful! She can tell you the dots of all the letters and most of the numbers. We just have to work on her understanding the feel of the letters and words. She loves it though. Loves her braille class every Friday and loves to “scribble” on the Perkins Brailler we have at home.
So we spend all day talking about letters. It’s kind of fun, and also gets old fast. And so I’ve lucked out that it was recently Easter. Maggie LOVES Easter eggs. (As she says, “I don’t WANT real eggs or scrambled eggs. Mommy can have real eggs. Maggie wants TOY eggs.” She knows what she likes.) I started with a few eggs in her basket that had some jelly beans and chocolate eggs. After the mess that followed that mistake we’ve now switched to dry pinto and lima beans. Man, it was a sticky mess. She didn’t eat the candy, it just got sticky and nasty from so much handling. This girl can spend literal hours emptying and refilling Easter eggs. So when I’m done talking about letters and being told by a 3 year old that I can’t spell correctly, I plop her on the floor with a bag of beans and some eggs. They must be the kind with the two halves attached with the miniscule strip of plastic though. There is no enjoyment in an egg that is in two separate pieces. What strange eccentricities evolve for comfort and continuity of routines.
Oh! Videos! I believe I’ve talked about this before, but here it is again because it’s been such a great success. I love looking through old photos and seeing past activities and friends and such. I wanted to provide that experience for Maggie. We’ve started taking videos of life for Maggie. Especially of things that we’d take pictures of, that were a special occasion and should be remembered. Now we’ve got a bunch of memories for Maggie to reexperience. When she hears the sounds the computer makes when starting up she immediately asks to watch videos. I love it. She has her favorites of course. Walking in sand, crashing a cart, talking about her first day of school, jumping in a bouncy castle, riding a pony. I’m so glad to have found a way to help her remember our fun times together.
One last quick note, since I’ve been working on this post for over a week now, coming back to the keyboard for a few more sentences every time I walk by the computer. I just read THIS post by my friend Kelly. I’d like to piggy back onto her ah-ha moment. I love my life. I am very proud of what I do. I LOVE my children. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I wouldn’t trade my insanely messy kitchen, the pinto beans scattered allllllll over my living room floor, the baby sweetly snoring in the bed on my right, or the singing I hear from the next room as Maggie’s waking up. (I have to hurry if I’m going to finish before she demands some attention) I love my career choice. And I love that my husband is willing and able to work so hard so that I can be at home with our kids.
PS. If someone did want to come clean my kitchen, that’d be great. I love Maggie helping me cook, but making 3 types of cheesecake yesterday for our scout fundraiser tonight has made a HUGE mess.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Most recent example: Every time I go anywhere during the day, I now have to get two kids into and out of the car. (BTW I had a baby in December-more on that here) I think to myself, “Man, this would be easier if Maggie was just a little bigger and she could get into her carseat by herself.” About two weeks ago, I was struggling with Brooks crying in his seat and Maggie whining about wanting to go home and eat lunch. I opened her door, put her hand on her carseat and told her to climb in. I was done dealing with the whining and I knew that would at least keep her close to the car. I put Brooks in on the other side, then came around the car and Maggie was in the car, trying to get into her seat. She took forever, but she got it!
Why do I doubt her? I think to myself, Well when she’s older or bigger or understands better, then she’ll be able to do such and such. Truth is, a lot of those things she can do now, if I just let her. As a parent it’s really so much faster, cleaner, and usually easier to do things yourself for your children. However, if you do everything for them, they will grow up with a crazy sense of entitlement and be able to accomplish little to nothing on their own. I believe in letting your kids help you cook, clean, rake leaves, take out the trash, carry in groceries from the car. As the oldest child of 6 I always made my younger siblings do things for me; or at least help me. I mean really, part of the reason you have kids is so you don’t have to do chores for a while. Am I right? :)
My problem is that I don’t always make Maggie do things. It’s horrible, but I do have this mind set that she’s different. She’s special. It’ll be too hard for her. She’ll make such a mess, I’d much rather just do it myself. I don’t want her to hate doing such and such because I tried to make her do it too young, or before she really understands. And deep down, there’s the fear that maybe she can’t do it. I have these feelings yet I get frustrated with people who do things for her.
Many people treat her like a big (ish) well spoken baby. They want to carry her everywhere and pick her up when she falls. Give her everything she wants and do whatever they can to stop her from crying. I’m glad I’ve at least moved past that part. I know she’s a toddler, perfectly capable of walking, and of communicating what she wants and needs. Just because what she wants is usually not what’s happening doesn’t mean you should give it to her. She, like everyone else, has to learn that not everything can be the way she wants it to be. She’s even pretty good at calming herself when a situation she doesn’t like is explained to her.
I get to help people realize that she needs to walk, not be carried, so she can learn the layout of a place and how to get around in it. That when she screams because some other kid is playing with a toy she wants, don’t take it from that kid and give it to her. Just tell her to wait her turn. She has to share like everyone else. And that when she falls down, please don’t pick her up unless she’s screaming and bleeding. Let her pick herself up. I know Maggie’s going to fall a lot, and she needs to know how to pick herself up.
Now I get to tell people to let her walk without holding her hand, let her climb into the car by herself, make her be a part of the preschool group and go inside from recess when it’s time, even though she doesn’t want to. She’ll get over it.
I let Maggie figure out how to get into her carseat by herself and now she gets into and out of her high chair, climbs up and down the slide in her room and goes potty by herself. There may be a bit of a mess involved, some spilled juice or toilet paper on the floor, but Maggie insists on doing these things by herself now that she knows how. I have to let her. I have to consciously think, Yea, Maggie can do this. Yes she can help me make cookies, and it’ll be a mess, and that’s ok because then she can help me clean it up. I need to let her try instead of assuming she won’t be able.
I am so proud of Maggie. I’m glad she’s so daring and adventurous. It’s inspiring. I love her!