Well, it's official. Chloe will start preschool next year. She will be going to the Lutheran school in the next town (only 5 miles away). We registered her today. She got to see her classroom and meet her teacher. She is very excited! And I am very excited that I didn't cry while we were there!
Another cute story for you: Chloe was playing house again today. She was the mommy again, but this time she told Julia to be the daddy because she didn't want to be the daddy. Kevin asked why she didn't want to be the daddy. Her response? "Because daddies don't shop."
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Overheard
Chloe has started having more imaginative play lately. It's fun to watch her playing things she sees in real life. The other day she decided to play house for the first time. She declared herself to be the mommy. And what did Julia get to be? "Julia, you pretend to be the sister."
Julia had started to show quite the compassionate side. Yesterday Chloe got upset about something and was standing in the corner of the living room crying. Julia dropped her toys and ran over to Chloe. She gave her a hug and a kiss and said, "All better, Chloe?" When that didn't stop Chloe's crying, Julia started the process all over. Hug, kiss, all better? And yes, after three times through the cycle, Chloe was all better. Such a good sister.
Julia had started to show quite the compassionate side. Yesterday Chloe got upset about something and was standing in the corner of the living room crying. Julia dropped her toys and ran over to Chloe. She gave her a hug and a kiss and said, "All better, Chloe?" When that didn't stop Chloe's crying, Julia started the process all over. Hug, kiss, all better? And yes, after three times through the cycle, Chloe was all better. Such a good sister.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Back to Normal
Today has been our first "normal" weekday since at least a week before Christmas, and the girls and I are having a hard time adjusting. The week after Christmas we were at my parents' house. Two days later one of Kevin's brothers was here for almost a week. The girls absolutely loved having Uncle Eric here, but it definitely did not make for a very normal week. They had somebody visiting, which meant some extra excitement every day.
Now here we are, slowly trying to get back into a calm (and sometimes boring) swing of life. The girls spent much of the morning fighting over toys. The 45 minutes of Sesame Street they watched was the only thing that stopped the yelling.
I did a lot of cleaning on Saturday, but now I'm bored with that and feeling just plain lazy. We did get our shopping done at Walmart and Save-a-lot. I guess that's worth something. The Christmas decorations are all down. The house seems so big. And there's plenty of cleaning still to do! I guess our feelings over here can be summed up with Choe's declaration: "Mommy, I miss Christmas!" Here's hoping day two of "normal" is better than day one.
Now here we are, slowly trying to get back into a calm (and sometimes boring) swing of life. The girls spent much of the morning fighting over toys. The 45 minutes of Sesame Street they watched was the only thing that stopped the yelling.
I did a lot of cleaning on Saturday, but now I'm bored with that and feeling just plain lazy. We did get our shopping done at Walmart and Save-a-lot. I guess that's worth something. The Christmas decorations are all down. The house seems so big. And there's plenty of cleaning still to do! I guess our feelings over here can be summed up with Choe's declaration: "Mommy, I miss Christmas!" Here's hoping day two of "normal" is better than day one.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Snow Blues
Yes, I gave up on my 12 days of Christmas. The only one I can really still report is the 10th day. The girls were incredibly good during church. Chloe usually participates throughout the service, and I let her color her children's bulletin during the sermon. That Sunday neither girl needed crayons during the sermon, and Julia didn't even need any books to get us through the service!
And now why do we have snow blues? It snowed a fair amount on Wednesday night -- enough that the vehicles we followed home from the circuit Epiphany service thought it was necessary to go 35 in a 55 speed zone. It's hard to say how much we got. By the time we woke up, the wind had blowed in around making it hard to estimate. We finally got enough snow to go outside and play in it... but it's too cold to go outside. The wind chill was -10 yesterday. Nobody was eager to bundle up the girls to go out there. So here we sit, looking at the pretty snow, hoping we will have a warmer day so we can go out and enjoy it.
And now why do we have snow blues? It snowed a fair amount on Wednesday night -- enough that the vehicles we followed home from the circuit Epiphany service thought it was necessary to go 35 in a 55 speed zone. It's hard to say how much we got. By the time we woke up, the wind had blowed in around making it hard to estimate. We finally got enough snow to go outside and play in it... but it's too cold to go outside. The wind chill was -10 yesterday. Nobody was eager to bundle up the girls to go out there. So here we sit, looking at the pretty snow, hoping we will have a warmer day so we can go out and enjoy it.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Catching Up
On the fifth day of Christmas my children gave to me... time to go shopping without them. There is an amazing thrift store in my parents' town. I came home with three pairs of pants for Chloe, a pair of pants and two shirts for myself, 12 books, a board game, an icon, a candy dish, and a glass juicer for $8.80!
On the sixth day of Christmas my children gave to me... a sleep-deprived, crabby day. Too much excitement led to short nights of sleeping for the girls (and therefore, for everybody). Nothing special to note.
On the seventh day of Christmas my children gave to me... a quiet drive on the way back from my parents' house. Surprisingly they made it an hour and half down the road before they needed some books to read. Up until then, they were happy with just their babydolls, a steering wheel, and a toy phone.
On the eighth day of Christmas my children gave to me... a very peaceful church service to start off the new year. They were so good, I am utterly shocked. Is it too much to ask for all church services this year to be that good?
The twelve days of Christmas posting was Kevin's idea. I'm sure you've already noticed a trend here -- my children gave me peace, my children were quiet, my children were good. How else could I possibly finish these sentences? I'm 2/3 of the way done with these posts, so I will finish them. Here's hoping that the next 4 days will have something new and exciting!
On the sixth day of Christmas my children gave to me... a sleep-deprived, crabby day. Too much excitement led to short nights of sleeping for the girls (and therefore, for everybody). Nothing special to note.
On the seventh day of Christmas my children gave to me... a quiet drive on the way back from my parents' house. Surprisingly they made it an hour and half down the road before they needed some books to read. Up until then, they were happy with just their babydolls, a steering wheel, and a toy phone.
On the eighth day of Christmas my children gave to me... a very peaceful church service to start off the new year. They were so good, I am utterly shocked. Is it too much to ask for all church services this year to be that good?
The twelve days of Christmas posting was Kevin's idea. I'm sure you've already noticed a trend here -- my children gave me peace, my children were quiet, my children were good. How else could I possibly finish these sentences? I'm 2/3 of the way done with these posts, so I will finish them. Here's hoping that the next 4 days will have something new and exciting!
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