Penelope's Revenge

Penelope has found a way to bring Linus to his knees: get her sticky fingers around a lock of his hair. Penelope hasn't shown much interest in smiling at or interacting with people outside our family, but a couple of things can get her pretty excited: her butterfly teething toy, and her red, patent leather Mary Janes.

Moses belched on-demand
Moses!! (Then, in spite of myself) How do you know how to do that already?

From watching Penelope!

For a couple of months now I've been having a story night once a week with each (verbal) kid for a few minutes after bed time. I tell them stories about me, them, or family, and I give them the opportunity to tell me stories, if they'd like. This week Moses' story night stories went something like this:
One time when I was two, Herbie hit me in the head, AND HE DIDN'T EVEN SAY HE WAS SORRY!

One time I was playing with (insert long, detailed description of a car) and Ruby took it from me, AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN SAY SHE WAS SORRY!

Speaking of story night ... Herbie's teacher told me that Herbie had shared a story with the class that I'd told him about a time Woo was warned by the Spirit and followed it. She was very impressed, which was my main purpose in telling him, of course. In a less impressive event, Herbie took cheese slices to school for share bag. He had two different kinds, but passed them out indiscriminately barking, "You get what you get, don't throw a fit" to each kid. He may or may not think he's in charge.

Ruby got up too early three mornings this week to read. I'd like her to read as much as she wants. The problem is that when she doesn't get enough sleep she's ridiculously scatterbrained. I asked her to unload the dishwasher yesterday. The dishes (unbeknownst to me) hadn't been washed yet. She put all of them away anyway. When she gets this way, I mostly just pray that she won't do something to hurt herself. Especially as she leaves the house in the morning.

Woo has been insistent that Linus try harder to talk. He's finally repeating our words when we read to him and "reading" his verse of scripture with some accuracy. He's reached that stage where he can say the last word of a sentence when being helped with his prayers. Mom is "mom." Dad is "dad'n." Ruby is "Ruby;" and everyone else (including himself) is "baby."

I've reached that point where I'm realizing that I'm getting old, and some of my pride is departing with my youth. I have some grey hairs that I pluck regularly. At a music share night with the Young Women, I had no idea who/what they were playing. It finally dawned on me that I also have no idea why I've thought I was too cool for a minivan for so long (and I'm kind of embarrassed that I was). I went shopping for clothes and couldn't find a single shirt that I liked in 3 stores (styles these days!). I even thought I had cataracts for a short while. Turns out my contacts that are 10+ yrs old have a lot of scratches and protein deposits on them.

Woo went on his annual cleaning binge this weekend. It was wonderful! He started by going through his closet, organizing it and putting (some!) in a pile for DI. He then moved on to his office, where he unpacked several boxes, decided he could live without even more stuff, and better organized his electronic junk (er, I mean equipment). And tonight, he removed his camelback from the refrigerator!! (That camelback has been the bane of my existence every grocery shopping trip for the last year ... )

Well, that's about it. Hope you all had a great week!

Old Memory:

I remember being allowed to stay up and watch Taxi. I believe it started at 10pm. I sat on Mom and Dad's bed (blankets on the living room floor), while Mom went to pick up Dad, who was working late on the house in Lindon? I was babysitting? I think that maybe once or twice Tyson was allowed to watch with me.

I also remember watching Air Wolf after our Saturday evening baths. We thought that was really cool. I know that I watched enough of the Muppet Show and the A-Team to think they were great, but I don't think it happened often. I also watched Mr. Rogers and Sesame Street, of course.


Valentine's Week

Ruby brought me some scribbled on paper.
Mom can you read this? 
I told you Herbie! It's so fancy, not even Mom can read it! 

Moses: Mom, have you ever tried underwear over your pants? 
Me (thinking way, way back): Uhhhhhh, I don't know ... 
Moses: Well, I am going to try it right now! 

Moses: It's name's Jenner. 
Woo: Where in the world did you come up with the name Jenner? 
Moses: I learned it from nobody. My body told it to me. 

Moses: A B C D Lightning McQueen! 
E F G, H I J K Lightning McQueen! 
L M N O P Lightning McQueen! ... 
Maybe I should look into educational Lightning McQueen material.

Linus got worked into the rotation for his first ever Daddy Day this week. I think he knew exactly what was going on because when Woo said, "Are you ready to go on your Daddy Day, Linus?!" He bounced up and down and said, "Nah (yes)! Yay! Yay!"

Linus doesn't get to go out and play in the snow much as a two year old, so Woo got him in his snowsuit and pulled him around in the sled at the ice rink and the park.

Herbie is very concerned about safety. He mentions it in all of his prayers. I catch him telling the other kids that something isn't safe.

As I pass his room at night to head downstairs, he always yells, "Good night, Mom! Be safe!" 

Parenting success or paranoia?

Penelope has a vice-like grip that is scratching her face, belly, bum, and anything else on her body that is exposed, but she enjoys sticking her legs straight up in the air and playing with her toes the most. Compared to everything else, it's probably pain free.

Woo spent a lot of time Valentines day working on a parody of a sappy youtube valentine that some friends had sent him. He originally wanted me to help, but then decided to kill two birds with one stone by also making it a gift to me.

He arranged his hair in a Lyle-Lovett-like bouffant, wore a dressy coat, tied a receiving blanket around his neck, and took off with Herbie, his camera man (who did a surprisingly good job for a 5 year old), to the park for the production.

I had an exhausting week with too many out-of-the-house activities. I helped at Ruby's class Valentine's party, oversaw the Young Women's auction one night (which went very well, thank you), and drove to the temple with a couple of other young mothers another. I was definitely feeling it by Friday. Thankfully, Saturday and today (and hopefully tomorrow) have been relaxing and just what I've needed.

Well, that's about it. I hope you all had a great week!


Happy Birthday, Linus!

Linus turned 2 on Monday. He seemed to know enough about what was going on to get super excited and dance and laugh every time we sang "Happy Birthday" to him.

Grandma and Grandpa came for a pretend birthday for him and Moses before they left on their mission. There was one sticky moment when Moses got to open his present and Linus got a little confused because it was actually his birthday.

He also did well at his checkup, he's now on the growth chart for weight, and head circumference. Still below the chart for height, but just barely below, and closer to it then he was last time.
Moses (getting frustrated, arguing details with his older brother and sister): You guys don't know more than me!
Ruby: Oh yeah? What's two plus two? (Which, of course, had nothing to do with what they were arguing about.)
Moses: One!
Penelope decided to develop stranger anxiety just in time for being around lots of "strangers" at Grandma and Grandpa's farewell. She'd cry whenever I'd walk away from her and was mostly fine being held by someone else, unless she caught a glimpse of me or heard my voice. Then it was all over. She'd cry, get red in the face and kick her squishy little legs. So helpless :).

Woo spent a lot of emotional energy debating with old high school friends online. It started out being about why people leave the church, turned into how people can/can't believe in the compatibility of science and religion, and probably several other turns and twists.

He spent some time ranting to me, which was, of course, preaching to the choir, but I think he enjoyed writing his thoughts and beliefs out in a concrete form.

The present to us from the other side of the debate is that words like "ethnocentric" and "subjective" have entered our family vocabulary. There isn't much you can't sound like an expert on if you include one of those words.

Ruby was assigned her first report (at least, that I can remember). It was supposed to be on birds. She said she wanted to write about hawks, white ones. We were pretty sure that she picked that because someone else (super cool?) in her class had announced that's what they were going to do. Woo tried to win her over to his side with lots of YouTube clips of Ostriches, but in the end she chose parrots. 

Herbie got invited to the party of the year: S--'s Bigfoot party. He spent a lot of time carrying around the large invitation with a picture of a Bigfoot on it, and from Herbie's account a lot of the other little boys were carrying theirs around at school and on the bus.

I threw in a roll of tape in S--'s present since it had been such a hit with my kids for Christmas. Not so, with S--.
Me: Did he like his present? 
Herbie: Yeah, but not the tape. 
Me: Oh? What did he say? 
Herbie: He said, "Here, Mom, this is for you," and handed her the tape.
Next week the Young Women are having their fundraiser for camp. My group (the MiaMaids) are over the auction part of the program. For our activity this week, I divided up assignments between my girls, which was a relief in many ways (many hands make light work ... ), but waiting for my girl to get to back to me about finding someone to agree to be the auctioneer was almost as stressful as calling around to find an auctioneer myself. It all turned great in the end, and we should have a good night.

Well, that's about it for the week. We're excited for Grandma and Grandpa to be headed for Hong Kong!

Old Memory: Dad's Early Jobs

I remember hanging out with Dad when he worked at Nautilus. I was probably about 5. He carried around a clipboard and sometimes helped people use the machines. He was a personal trainer?

There was a guy who also worked there that wanted me to say that my nose was my belly button, and my belly button my nose. He thought it was really funny. I didn't get it (and still don't).

Earlier then that I remember Mom taking us to the end of the road in BYU's trailer park to see Dad load a garbage truck (super exciting for a little kid). I remember not expecting to see Dad at all, and being totally shocked and excited to see him. I think this only happened once? Dad was filling in for a friend for a day or something.

I also remember dropping Dad off at a construction site for his "first job." He had just graduated?

Later, I remember visiting Dad while he was working on the Tanner Building. We ate lunch with him on the grass on the south side and ran around. I remember Dad telling us about the man who had fallen and died. We asked him if he was ever up high. He said yes. Mom looked worried.



Penelope has reached that fine time in life where she has gigantic, blubbery thighs and teeny, tiny feet. She also has a great name for switching out the vowels: Ponolop-O, Panalap-A, Pinilip-I, Punulup-U, Penelope.

Ruby's class spent some time learning about the Chinese New Year. Her new dream now is to learn Chinese in college and live in China: perhaps on a mission, perhaps teaching English, or perhaps just to live. 

Ruby was mentioned in someone's testimony today for being kind and friendly to a visitor. Ruby got very embarrassed and a little mad. She may have no fear of people, but she really doesn't like everyone's attention to be on her.

I can't remember what I accused Moses of, but he responded with a loud, "NO, I AMN'T!!"

I can't even say it, but he did a fine job of it.

I put a couple of coats of green on the dining room doors. First thing out of Ruby's mouth? "Wow! Neon green?? I love neon green, Mom!!"

Neon green was not my intent, but I hear neon is back (in home decor????). Anyone planning a visit in the next few weeks, prepare yourself for the visual assault.

Linus and Herbie have really started to hit it off. They've bonded over dogs and cookie monster, mostly. Sometimes Herbie, the dog, will chase Linus around the house for a rollicking good time. Other times they're both dogs; and even others, they're grunting and pretending to eat everything in sight, much like cookie monster.

The bad news is: Woo was sick much of this last week.

The good news is: He finally got around to reading Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling. I think he's enjoying it ---even laughs sometimes.

Well, that's about it. Hope you all had a great week!