8.27.2014

Life Stills

















I really enjoyed my first post of Life Stills, just pictures from everyday life.  So here's another few.  I also wanted to share a heartwarming story about Logan.

Last night I was tucking him in bed when out of nowhere he told me, "Sometimes when Jack is crying, then I feel like crying.  My eyes water and I'm like, 'What is going on?'"

I smiled and told him that it's very common for twins to feel the same feelings sometimes, and that what he was experiencing was called empathy.  I will forever treasure his sharing that with me.  It reminded me how blessed I am to be the mom of twins.  How lucky it is that I get to experience this.

Then today during school, Jack got #1, #2 & #3 correct, and #4 wrong.  Then Logan did the same assignment, not knowing what Jack had written, and he got the same sequence-- the first three right, and the fourth one wrong.  Jack looked at it and said, "We're twins Logan.  That's why we got the same one wrong."  The interesting thing is that they both got it wrong the same way.  It fascinates me when I see examples of how their brains work identically.

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8.25.2014

"Those" Parenting Days




















Last Thursday I had one of those parenting days.  I woke up, exhausted, to the kids fighting, my husband out of town, and my day stretching like an eternity before me.  

We got through morning chores (making beds, getting dressed, breakfast...) and school, but barely.  When we finished it wasn't quite lunch, and I was at my breaking point.  I instructed the boys to put on shoes & sweaters and off we went.

Once outside, as predicted, our moods took a serious turn for the better.  The boys ran and laughed and found sticks, and I took pictures, which always soothes my spirit.  I was given not one, but two handfuls of wild flowers picked by my sweet boys, and at different points during our walk, each of the three of them slid their small hands into mine as we meandered.


I am so glad I thought to get out of doors with them.  It changed the whole day.

"You will never have this day with your children again...
just breathe and notice
smell and touch them
study their faces and little feet
Pay attention...
Enjoy today."
-Jen Hatmaker

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On Heaven

Logan and I talk about death a lot.  For a while in the spring he was really obsessed with it.  Worried about where he would live in heaven, what it would be like, who would take care of him, what he would look like, what his name would be there.  Lots of questions and lots of discussions, mostly at bedtime.

This summer my mom's dog passed away, so we talked a bit more about death.  Logan decided, after much deliberation, that dogs don't go to regular heaven.  They go to their own heaven.  It's called "Doggy Dead Place", he informed me, but it's much nicer than it sounds.  They have lots of treats and can meet their owners in real heaven on occasion.

Then this fall he woke up in the middle of the night sobbing.  I finally got out of him that he'd had a nightmare.  I told him we should talk about it so we could figure out how to help him feel better.  He was resolute that we not discuss it.  He cried and cried and cried some more.  Then he relented.

He had dreamed that I died.  And it made him so, so sad.  He doesn't ever want to live without me, he said, and the dream really shook him up.  I thought for a minute, then I asked him if my dad is young or old.  "Old?" he said cautiously.  "Yeah," I told him. (Sorry dad!)  "Papa is old, and guess what? His mom, Grandma Pansy, is still alive! So you don't have to worry about me dying. I am healthy, I don't smoke, I always go to the doctor... So I'm not going anywhere any time soon."

I also reminded him that when people die it's sad for us, because we miss them, but it's okay for them, because they get to go to heaven, meet God and see all their loved ones who have passed away before them.  It just breaks my heart that he worries about it like he does.

We got to talking about pacifiers one day, the boys and I, and Logan asked why they sent their binkies up in the sky, and Wyatt didn't.  I told them that they got to send theirs up with balloons because we were in the city, and here in Marshall we don't have helium balloons.  Logan said that he thought maybe we should have sent Wyatt's in the sky because then it gets to heaven for all the babies who are there, like Daddy's baby sister. 

Then he said, "Well, maybe you can fill my pockets with binkies when I die.  Then when I get there, I can give them to Margaret and all the other dead babies."  I teared up and nodded.  What else could I do?  This boy is just so tender.

8.24.2014

The Happiness Project :: MARRIAGE :: August

For August my Happiness Project goal was, appropriately, our marriage.  On the 8th we celebrated our eleven year anniversary, and despite the longevity of our wedded bliss, reading The Happiness Project shed some light on coupledom.

"There is no love.  Only proofs of love."


That is, hands down, my new favorite quote when it comes to relationships.  You can say you love someone, say you want to be there for them... but what truly speaks volumes is your actions.  For me this means doing laundry on time so he has jeans on Monday; making lunch for him when he comes home during the week; and making milk so he doesn't have to do it in the morning while three hungry kids wait.

It's the little things, like when he makes the bed, texts that he loves me or offers to do bedtime so I can blog, that let us know we are thinking of each other.  That we are putting our needs second to the other.


I am happy to have the opportunity to put Josh first on purpose.  He is so good to me, and I want him to know (through my actions) how much I appreciate and love him!

8.23.2014

Family Funnies

The kids are full of hilariousness lately.  
I wanted to share some of it with you.  
A lot of these funnies date back to the summer. Enjoy!

While in Washington we talked A LOT about cars.

The boys wanted to know, "Why are there more cars here?"  So I had to explain that Vancouver has more people than Marshall, and people in Marshall typically have four wheelers, not cars.

For me, driving the car felt like a weapon.  After nine months off the road, going 60mph on the freeway felt insane!  I felt better when Josh was driving.  And we both felt best when we had Logan in the car as he became the resident "Under Cover Cop Car Spotter".  We'd be driving when out of nowhere he would point and scream, "Undercover Cop! Undercover Cop!"

They really noticed all the police cars, ambulances and fire trucks.  I think that's because there is no police force (or fire station or EMT's) in Marshall. 

One time we saw a police officer with his lights on, speeding down the freeway and Logan goes, "I bet he's going to help someone in danger!"  I smiled at his sweet innocence until Jack piped up, "That, or he's just late for dinner."  Seriously. Where do they get this stuff?

I wasn't the only one who worried about my driving apparently because I swear that every time I got behind the wheel the conversation turned to getting pulled over and going to jail.  I tired repeatedly to tell the kids that I would not go to jail, or even be pulled over, because I wasn't breaking the law.  I don't speed or text while driving and always obey traffic laws.

The boys insisted that if I got pulled over I would go to jail and they would have to go to jail as well.  And according to my six year olds, you have to drink blood and eat spiders in jail.  So there's a little extra motivation for those of you who struggle to follow the rules of the road.

One day while driving down the road, the boys saw a HUGE monster truck.  "Blake's is bigger," they asserted, even though what their Uncle Blake drives is a small Toyota pick up.

Another day we saw a Porsche, and they agreed, "Aunt Julie's car is faster!"  
(She drives a Dodge Charger, which is fast, but probably not faster than a Porsche!)

When Wyatt started wearing shorts this summer (after nine months in pants), he would walk around rubbing his shins saying, "I have hair on my legs like my dad."  
Cracked.me.up.

The boys use a lot of words that are a bit old for their age, I think.  
Such as:
 Literally
Actually
As well

In addition to a grown up vocabulary, they also picked up some sayings from their cousin Ethan.  "You got mad skills, dad," Jack said to Josh one night.  They also call each other "a spaz" when they're acting crazy, courtesy of Ethan.

I overheard this conversation between Logan & Wyatt one afternoon:
Wyatt: I'm your worst nightmare.
Logan: You don't even scare me.
Wyatt: The thing is, yes I do.

Over fourth of July, whenever we would hear fireworks in our neighborhood, the boys would shout, "Someone's shooting a moose!"

On the way to Grandma's house, Wyatt started falling asleep in the car.  I shook his leg and told him to wake up.  "Can I sleep in the car?" he asked sweetly.  When I told him no because we were almost there, he goes, "But I want to sleep in the car. It's comfortable."

My boys were enthralled when we came back to civilization and they got to experience elevators and escalators.  Wyatt would tell me,"The elevator is dangerous!" while at the same time Logan would be saying, "I love elevators!"  The twins' enthusiasm would have made you think we were on a ride at the fair.

There is a handful of things the twins still say wrong that I adore.  I know all too soon they will correct themselves and I don't ever want to forget how they say them currently.

When there's something in the house and they don't know whose it is, they will ask, "Who is this's?" instead of "Whose is this?"

They also call breakfast "Bret-fist".

And when they are no longer holding on to something, they will say, "I had it, but then I let go'd."

At the park on the swing, they request that I "underdunk them" instead of "underdog".  Also at the park they have a friend named Melanie whom Logan consistently refers to as Lemony.

Wyatt got the hiccups at bedtime, and when I kissed him and told him it was time for sleeping, he replied, "But mom, I am hicking up!"

Jack was relaying to me the story of his first ice cream truck encounter, which was with his grandma.  The story started out genuine, but then he told me, "Grandma called it an Ice Cream Turner Bra."  He smiled real big and I said, "What?!? I don't think so."  Then he goes, "... I don't know why she does what she does!" while shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head.  Little stinker!

{Also of note, this summer Jack had his first bee sting.  He was with grandma & his cousins.  He claims he was very brave, and I was relieved to discover he's not allergic!}

When we first got to Vancouver, I told Wyatt that his toy car was in my purse.  He goes, "What's a purse?"  I explained it's something girls carry with their phones, wallets, etc. inside.  (I carry only a backpack in Marshall.) And he goes, "That is fascinating."

We were driving to my sister-in-law's house and on the way there is a farm with a giant poop log (a large baggie the size of a building full of manure) which smells quite delicious, as you can imagine, and Jack goes, "Well, that's a poop-a-potomus!"

Also while driving out there, we saw an Excursion Limo and Jack said, "That's the car you have to get when you have ten kids!"

Since arriving in Marshall, Wyatt's been saying some cute things as well.  On the playground we tend to find a lot of change.  He has taken to calling anything he finds (nickels, quarters, dimes or pennies) "coiny's".  "Mom, look! I found another coiny!" or "Mom, where's my coiny?"

And in typical Marshall fashion, he has stopped saying, "excuse me" and has started saying just "scuse" like the kids here do.  It's really adorable!

And last night, when we moved Wyatt into his new (queen size) bed, he pointed at the second pillow and said, "I need another boy on that one."  I think he assumed that since the twins shared a bed this summer, his big bed meant he was going to have a bed mate.

I am sure there are a hundred hilarious things I've forgotten to mention, but I'm happy to have gotten at least these ones down!  I will treasure them for years to come!