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Showing posts with label Bebo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bebo. Show all posts
Monday, January 31, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
My New Centerpiece
I was in desperate need of another plant for my living room, so imagine how thrilled I was to see that Luke had taken it upon himself to make one for me! I found him making his own Venus fly trap out of construction paper and tape, so I decided to jump in and help him finish the task after he worked about three hours on this by himself. My Venus fly traps are the ones whose spines are obtuse triangles, all the other leaves are his. I helped him trim the bottom so that it would fit in a spare plastic pot I found under our kitchen sink and afterwards he made paper beetles and slugs to fill the closed traps with.
Note the two black traps that have overeaten and must be trimmed for the health of the plant! :)
Note the two black traps that have overeaten and must be trimmed for the health of the plant! :)
"Pardon me, but there seems to be a Venus fly trap in your hair."
Sunday, January 2, 2011
A Sneak Peek!
During our Christmas break, we hired Leila to take some family pics in Long Beach. Here is a preview of some of the fun!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Monday, July 12, 2010
Breaking Some Bad News
Today I had to prepare my four-year-old Luke for tomorrow. Ermie, our 17-year-old cat, will go to the doctor. I do not expect her to survive. Luke has understood this day is coming within his limited knowledge.
"Mom, I don't want Ermie to go to the doctor and get a shot."
"I know sweetie. But everything will be okay. Sweetheart, sometimes when kitties are older they start to give us signs that they are failing. Have you ever seen Ermie barf?"
"Yes."
"How many times?"
"Um, a hundred?"
Thursday, April 8, 2010
I Love This Boy!
"My muscles are not working very good. I need some more potassium! I want to buy some more bananas today so that I can be healthy." - Luke
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
He's a Little Nervous Around Wild Dancing
"Can you please be careful to my head? That's how I can get hurt. Can you stop that please?" - Luke's response to me busting out my awesome dance moves.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
There's an Interesting Visual.
Luke loves space. He loves planets, stars, comets, moons, and especially space shuttles. A few days ago we were watching several liftoffs and saw a youtube clip of the Challenger disaster. He's been talking about it ever since.
"Hey mama?"
"Yes?"
"Some people died on the space shuttle. We have to help them. They need to go to the hopsital. [Long Pause] Can I help them?"
"Well...."
"Can we help them? Mama and Papa and Beboy and Aidan? Can we help them get better please?"
"Sure, that's a good idea." It's a nice thought. Why wouldn't we want to help, even if...we could certainly find someone in a hospital to help.
"We need to help them. We need to help Grandma Rhea, too, because she broke her hip. She is in the hopsital."
"Yes, she needs help, too. But she's getting lots of help. Guka is taking good care of her. We'll go see her soon. "
"Oh, and the nurses too. The nurses help. Right?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, they help her like you help Baby Aidan when you nurse him. They are nursers. For Rhea."
"Hmm..."
It really didn't help that I had just watched "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" only hours before this conversation. It certainly gave me a good chuckle.
"Hey mama?"
"Yes?"
"Some people died on the space shuttle. We have to help them. They need to go to the hopsital. [Long Pause] Can I help them?"
"Well...."
"Can we help them? Mama and Papa and Beboy and Aidan? Can we help them get better please?"
"Sure, that's a good idea." It's a nice thought. Why wouldn't we want to help, even if...we could certainly find someone in a hospital to help.
"We need to help them. We need to help Grandma Rhea, too, because she broke her hip. She is in the hopsital."
"Yes, she needs help, too. But she's getting lots of help. Guka is taking good care of her. We'll go see her soon. "
"Oh, and the nurses too. The nurses help. Right?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, they help her like you help Baby Aidan when you nurse him. They are nursers. For Rhea."
"Hmm..."
It really didn't help that I had just watched "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" only hours before this conversation. It certainly gave me a good chuckle.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
The Gas We Pass
I hear someone passing gas in the hallway.
I look, it's Luke.
"Oh, do you need to make poo-poo, Sweetie?"
"No. I'm just fart."
I look, it's Luke.
"Oh, do you need to make poo-poo, Sweetie?"
"No. I'm just fart."
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
You Might Think...
That presents are necessary for Christmas. You might even think that's what my boys want.
Nope. They've stopped playing with those toys. Except the helicopter and the light-up moon. But that's it!
What they really want is a box! At least this year.
It must be one in which they can sit or hide.
A box that's big enough for the both of them is great, too! Such fun!
If it's big enough, I can be quite a jokester. "Hey Be, here's a present I got for you. Open it up!"
(Excuse my mess, please. My hair, too. I was trying to mail Christmas cards.)
"That's not a present! That's Ermie!"
Then after much laughter, Ermie gets scared and runs away. Poor kitty.
Step one- open the box. Step two - put a cat in the box. Step three- make kids open that box! Yes, that's a much nicer version of a similar song.
Nope. They've stopped playing with those toys. Except the helicopter and the light-up moon. But that's it!
What they really want is a box! At least this year.
It must be one in which they can sit or hide.
A box that's big enough for the both of them is great, too! Such fun!
If it's big enough, I can be quite a jokester. "Hey Be, here's a present I got for you. Open it up!"
(Excuse my mess, please. My hair, too. I was trying to mail Christmas cards.)
"That's not a present! That's Ermie!"
Then after much laughter, Ermie gets scared and runs away. Poor kitty.
Step one- open the box. Step two - put a cat in the box. Step three- make kids open that box! Yes, that's a much nicer version of a similar song.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Bear Legs! Roarrrr...
I know it's winter and I wear nothing but pants, but I think it's time to shave my legs after the following conversation with Luke this morning:
"What is THAT?" Luke asks, pointing at my legs and crinkling up his nose.
"That right there? That's leg hair. I haven't shaved these legs in a while."
(But my armpits are nice and smooth. Always!)
"Oooooh, okay. That's yucky?"
"Well, it's not that yucky. It's natural, but here in America women shave."
"No. NO, mom. That's YUCKY!" He looks at me, gets eye-contact from about one foot away and makes sure I'm listening. He starts over-enunciating and speaking loudly to me at the same volume that some, um, not-so-brilliant older Americans speak to others who don't speak English.
"THAT'S. VERY. YUCKY!"
Okay, okay. I'll shave tomorrow. I have the flu.
Men.
(Update: I just shaved! Do I get a prize?)
"What is THAT?" Luke asks, pointing at my legs and crinkling up his nose.
"That right there? That's leg hair. I haven't shaved these legs in a while."
(But my armpits are nice and smooth. Always!)
"Oooooh, okay. That's yucky?"
"Well, it's not that yucky. It's natural, but here in America women shave."
"No. NO, mom. That's YUCKY!" He looks at me, gets eye-contact from about one foot away and makes sure I'm listening. He starts over-enunciating and speaking loudly to me at the same volume that some, um, not-so-brilliant older Americans speak to others who don't speak English.
"THAT'S. VERY. YUCKY!"
Okay, okay. I'll shave tomorrow. I have the flu.
Men.
(Update: I just shaved! Do I get a prize?)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The Little Be.
One of Luke's favorite books is The Little Pea,
an amusing story about a pea who does not want to eat all of his dinner, which just happens to be candy. (That's what you eat for dinner every night when you are a pea.) Eventually he finishes all his candy with much disgust and, as promised, gets his dessert...
Which just happens to be a plate of spinach. YUM!
Sorry to ruin the ending for you.
Tonight I made an almost entirely green dinner. We had roasted broccoli, a fresh watercress salad with lemon dressing and diced avocado, green beans with onion crunchies, Swiss Stake, and a plate of garlicky sauteed spinach that I left on a small plate for myself, you know, because I really like lemony, garlicky spinach. Luke ate about half of his dinner and proclaimed he was done. The boy was so far from being finished. Eyeing the extra plate of spinach, I had an idea.
"Hey Luke, don't you want dessert tonight?"
"Yes!"
"If you want dessert, then you need to finish your dinner."
"How many bites?"
"Twenty."
(I'm into big numbers when it comes to finishing food. None of this one or two bite nonsense. Can you tell I'm an American? I am. But I'm not obese or slightly overweight...anymore! Lay off, I "just" had a baby.)
"Okay."
So he ate half an avocado and about 10 green beans. "Hmm...I wonder if this will actually work," I thought to myself. He has been saying, "Maaaaaaaaammmm" with that reprimanding tone quite a bit these days in response to many of my ideas, especially my best ones.
He continued to eat until he met our goal.
"Finish all of it!" he said with a mouthful of food.
"LUKE! GUESS WHAT YOU GET FOR DESSERT?" I tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible.
"What?"
"SPINACH!!!!!!" I squealed. "Just like Little Pea!"
"Oooooooh!!!!"
To my surprise, he ate all of it and proclaimed, "I lick my dessert plate clean."
There was nothing to say to this except, "Yum. Yum. Extra Yum."
So we did, together, with smiles in our voices and twinkles in our eyes.
an amusing story about a pea who does not want to eat all of his dinner, which just happens to be candy. (That's what you eat for dinner every night when you are a pea.) Eventually he finishes all his candy with much disgust and, as promised, gets his dessert...Which just happens to be a plate of spinach. YUM!
Sorry to ruin the ending for you.
Tonight I made an almost entirely green dinner. We had roasted broccoli, a fresh watercress salad with lemon dressing and diced avocado, green beans with onion crunchies, Swiss Stake, and a plate of garlicky sauteed spinach that I left on a small plate for myself, you know, because I really like lemony, garlicky spinach. Luke ate about half of his dinner and proclaimed he was done. The boy was so far from being finished. Eyeing the extra plate of spinach, I had an idea.
"Hey Luke, don't you want dessert tonight?"
"Yes!"
"If you want dessert, then you need to finish your dinner."
"How many bites?"
"Twenty."
(I'm into big numbers when it comes to finishing food. None of this one or two bite nonsense. Can you tell I'm an American? I am. But I'm not obese or slightly overweight...anymore! Lay off, I "just" had a baby.)
"Okay."
So he ate half an avocado and about 10 green beans. "Hmm...I wonder if this will actually work," I thought to myself. He has been saying, "Maaaaaaaaammmm" with that reprimanding tone quite a bit these days in response to many of my ideas, especially my best ones.
He continued to eat until he met our goal.
"Finish all of it!" he said with a mouthful of food.
"LUKE! GUESS WHAT YOU GET FOR DESSERT?" I tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible.
"What?"
"SPINACH!!!!!!" I squealed. "Just like Little Pea!"
"Oooooooh!!!!"
To my surprise, he ate all of it and proclaimed, "I lick my dessert plate clean."
There was nothing to say to this except, "Yum. Yum. Extra Yum."
So we did, together, with smiles in our voices and twinkles in our eyes.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
My Conservative Son
Yesterday I was catching up on some of my favorite tv shows online during my break time when Luke walked into my room and peered at my computer screen. It's funny how it seems people always walk in and check out what you're doing during the most questionable moments. Not that I was watching anything terrible, but it was primetime tv, something we definitely don't let Luke watch. There, on the screen, was a couple embracing in a kiss. He looked and smiled. At that exact moment they started kissing a little bit more passionately. It was definitely a "Holy-crap-I-better-stop-this" moment. Before I could distract Luke or stop the video Luke looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know about this video" and promptly walked away.
Excellent judgement, son.
Excellent judgement, son.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
I Have the Power: An Experiment!
Today something wonderful happened. Luke pooped. In the potty. Without screaming or crying.
What a wonderful day!
He has shown quite a lot of interest in the potty training thing. Some mornings he'll wake up and want to wear underwear and he usually does pretty well. He'll happily urinate in the toilet until the dreaded pooping comes. For some reason he did not want to poop in the potty. Usually he would start to cry and scream, sometimes he would simply just hold it in an act of sweet rebellion. I don't know if he didn't like the sensation of sitting on a plastic seat while doing his business in contrast to his usual squatting or laying down or what. Today while we were eating gnocchi with a gorgonzola cream sauce, I noticed him squirming in his chair.
"Be, do you have to make poo-poo?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to go on the potty? I bought a special present for you that I'd really like you to have."
"No. No please make poo-poo on potty. Make poo-poo in diaper."
"But you aren't wearing a diaper right now. You don't want that stuff on your underwear, do you?"
"Nooooooooo."
"Okay then, come on."
Off we went. He was reluctant at first, but I knew he was close. Jay had just left and I really didn't want to change another poopy diaper while trying to mind the baby. We just had tacos last night, too. I plopped him on the potty and offered him something to read. I brought him his manners book and his wrapped present. He immediately demanded that I give the present to EJ (his 3 year old friend), but I said no way, that's for you! He sat, but said he wanted to poop in a diaper.
"I'm sorry, but I just don't have one for you right now." Then I walked away. I'm kind of mean, aren't I? I figured that he might need a little privacy. I knew he really had to go and I was just dying to see if one pleasant pooping experience could rid him of the necessity of being able to sit in it afterwards.
Two seconds after I walked away I heard him shout, "Hey mom! Look! Look!" (For a second there I felt like I was reading "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret.")
"Yes?!"
"I did it! I made POOP. POOP IN POTTY!!!!" The smile on his face was so adorable.
"YOU DID?!? THAT'S WONDERFUL!!!"
I helped him stand up, all while holding Aidan in my other arm. Then we wiped. And looked.
"WHOA! That was a big one! I'm so glad you don't have that big thing in your pants. Do you want THAT in your pants?"
He looks at me, then in the toilet. "NO WAY! I DID IT! I HELP ERFT! I HAVE POTTY POWER!"
Did it hurt, Luke?
"Noooooo....diapers hurt, not the potty!"
He's worn underwear all day with just one wet accident. I hope it sticks, but we'll just have to see how this goes. All I know is that he'll eventually come around. Until then all I can do is give him all the encouragement he needs to take yet another step in growing up.
While I couldn't find a youtube clip of our potty training video, I did come across this Japanese gem. Man, they just do everything better, don't they?
What a wonderful day!
He has shown quite a lot of interest in the potty training thing. Some mornings he'll wake up and want to wear underwear and he usually does pretty well. He'll happily urinate in the toilet until the dreaded pooping comes. For some reason he did not want to poop in the potty. Usually he would start to cry and scream, sometimes he would simply just hold it in an act of sweet rebellion. I don't know if he didn't like the sensation of sitting on a plastic seat while doing his business in contrast to his usual squatting or laying down or what. Today while we were eating gnocchi with a gorgonzola cream sauce, I noticed him squirming in his chair.
"Be, do you have to make poo-poo?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to go on the potty? I bought a special present for you that I'd really like you to have."
"No. No please make poo-poo on potty. Make poo-poo in diaper."
"But you aren't wearing a diaper right now. You don't want that stuff on your underwear, do you?"
"Nooooooooo."
"Okay then, come on."
Off we went. He was reluctant at first, but I knew he was close. Jay had just left and I really didn't want to change another poopy diaper while trying to mind the baby. We just had tacos last night, too. I plopped him on the potty and offered him something to read. I brought him his manners book and his wrapped present. He immediately demanded that I give the present to EJ (his 3 year old friend), but I said no way, that's for you! He sat, but said he wanted to poop in a diaper.
"I'm sorry, but I just don't have one for you right now." Then I walked away. I'm kind of mean, aren't I? I figured that he might need a little privacy. I knew he really had to go and I was just dying to see if one pleasant pooping experience could rid him of the necessity of being able to sit in it afterwards.
Two seconds after I walked away I heard him shout, "Hey mom! Look! Look!" (For a second there I felt like I was reading "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret.")
"Yes?!"
"I did it! I made POOP. POOP IN POTTY!!!!" The smile on his face was so adorable.
"YOU DID?!? THAT'S WONDERFUL!!!"
I helped him stand up, all while holding Aidan in my other arm. Then we wiped. And looked.
"WHOA! That was a big one! I'm so glad you don't have that big thing in your pants. Do you want THAT in your pants?"
He looks at me, then in the toilet. "NO WAY! I DID IT! I HELP ERFT! I HAVE POTTY POWER!"
Did it hurt, Luke?
"Noooooo....diapers hurt, not the potty!"
He's worn underwear all day with just one wet accident. I hope it sticks, but we'll just have to see how this goes. All I know is that he'll eventually come around. Until then all I can do is give him all the encouragement he needs to take yet another step in growing up.
While I couldn't find a youtube clip of our potty training video, I did come across this Japanese gem. Man, they just do everything better, don't they?
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