I suppose all boys are amused by bodily function humor, and mine are no exception. One of Evan’s favorite phrases these days relates to that. Whenever anyone in the family, (usually himself or his brother) passes gas, to put it nicely, he has taken to saying “Did someone step on a duck?” He learned this phrase from his comedic dad, and I can’t decide if I should laugh when he says it or just shake my head and roll my eyes. He’s pretty amused by himself and just laughs like crazy after he says it. Anyone else smell a class clown in the works?
25 Jun 2007
24 Jun 2007
He wants what he wants.
Seth is pretty *opinionated* about what he wants. He’s not afraid to let you know when he wants something to eat, wants to go somewhere, wants someone to pick him up etc. Well, a couple of days ago he was playing with some cars while his big brother wasn’t in the room. He loves to push cars around the room and make vroom-vroom type noises just like his brother (didn’t we cover that monkey see, monkey do thing already?) Well, I was sitting at the end of the couch with my arm on the armrest and Seth had a car in his hand and was riding it along the edge of the couch. He kept walking around and around the couch, pushing the car in his hand. Every time he got to where I was sitting, he would get upset at me because I was in his way. He would look at me and yell “no” and push my arm off of the armrest and out of the way so his car would have a clear path to continue its jouney. It was so cute and hilarious at the same time. I put my arm back up on the couch a couple times just to see what his reaction would be. It was the same each time. So after 2 or 3 times I kept my arm off the couch and just let him continue around without impeding his path. He kept walking around the couch with the car for several more rotations before he decided to change paths and push the car around on the floor.
16 Jun 2007
A sad, yet happy, day.
My paternal grandmother, “Grammie,” passed away recently and I went to the funeral on Thur. We were not really close and had not seen each other since my wedding almost 10 years ago (or shortly thereafter, I can’t remember). She was always kind and loving to me, but due to circumstances and my parent’s divorce at a young age we just never really got to spend any time together. But it was really nice to go to the funeral and remember her. They talked about her and told stories. Some things I remembered, and some things I learned about for the first time. And it was great to see so many other family memebers I haven’t seen in such a long time.
Although I felt sad, it was more because of knowing that I won’t have the opportunity to get to know her any better for awhile. I didn’t really feel any sadness for her. And although they talked about resurrection and heaven during the funeral, I felt such peace because I know for a surety that she is in a better place now. I don’t often talk about religion or my convictions with other people, but going to the funeral just strenghthened my testimony that Jesus lives. I know that the Gospel is true. I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is true. I know that we can all be together for eternity in the next life. I am so thankful for my Temple marriage and being married for time and eternity, not just “until death do us part.” And although I don’t understand how everything will work out in this life or the next, I know that God does.
7 Jun 2007
Maybe something is sinking in.
Being the 3 year old that he is I have to repeat most of what I say to Evan many times, and even then I’m not sure he listens to it. But lately I’ve been trying to teach him that he shouldn’t interrup other people when they’re talking. We’ve been working on helping him say “excuse me” when he wants to interject something into the conversation, and then waiting until it’s his turn to talk. Of course, this has been slow going sometimes because he’s so excited or impatient to share his thoughts with you.
Well, something must be sinking in somewhere because we were all in the car last night on our way home and Jonny and I were talking. Then Seth started babbling away in the back seat and just laughing and entertaining the heck out of himself. Evan turns to Seth and says, “You need to be quiet Seth. Mommy and Daddy are talking.”
Jonny and I just had to laugh. Hopefully that is a good sign that all the lessons we are trying to teach him are taking root someone in his little brain.
