Thursday, February 7, 2013

Teasers

Ah, the seemingly eternal debate of what to blog about next. Do we write about the kids? or is it time for the next chapter in my trauma saga? or perhaps the announcement of my new career venture? or maybe grad school updates? or nothing whatsoever?

Any preferences?

My camera has been having some mechanical issues lately--the little sliding door that hides the battery and memory card has quit opening nicely. I tried off and on for over an hour the other day and still didn't manage to get it open. Chris came home from work and got it open on his first try. Figures. Today I attempted it myself yet again and success! So, you get the pictures from the camera until y'all tell me what you want me to post about, just to save myself the headache of deciding.

We pulled out the playdoh the other day. That can either be terribly entertaining...




or terribly heartbreaking.


I never was sure what triggered this particular meltdown, but he recovered soon enough.


And I took advantage of the opportunity to get some scripture study in.


Speaking of, I've started reading Preach My Gospel with the focus on parenting. I replace "missionary" with "mother" and "investigators" with "children". It makes for quite enlightening study. Thought I'd share in case the idea sparks anyone else's interest.

After we dropped Jane off at school this morning, we took a detour on the way home and stopped at a newly discovered playground.



It has a toddler-size playset in addition to the big one, which is perfect for my kids. We had all kinds of fun there.



Especially Megan. She spent a long time protecting this "baby plant" from "the bad bad pirates" who were "coming to kill it" but it was safe because "Megan the Great" was there and she was "the good pirate who don't let bad bad pirates kill baby plants." It was epic.


Of course, this all came after the discussion that sticks she picks up off the ground are already dirty so it's ok to put them back on the ground where they might get dirty. Such are the concerns of a three-year-old.

We enjoyed some swing time too. The last few times we've put Ben in a swing he's gotten really mad, so I was glad this time when he decided that swinging was fun.


Megan didn't like the sun in her eyes, so she found another way.


And then I pointed out that she could sit on the swing facing the other direction. She thought that was a brilliant idea. She even used the word "brilliant" while she moved around.

And speaking of words, Ben is learning how to talk. Just all of a sudden. For my own personal record, he can now say hi, bye, mommy, daddy, shirt, pants, socks, shoes, clothes, jacket, hat, hot, sit, pillow, blanket, pajamas, breakfast, lunch, snack, cereal, milk, applesauce, rice, orange, pear, banana (of course), nose, mouth, ears, eyes, tummy, cars, trucks, moon, tree, dog, cat, Caillou, George, TV, couch, floor, ouch, huh, uh-huh, un-uh, yay, prayer, please, thank you, amen, church, book, class... Those are the ones coming to mind right now. I'm sure there's more.

He has also adopted the DUCK LIPS, which apparently Chris was famous for when he was Ben's age.


It's not quite the same, though. Chris's lips have no meat to them, so they really can look like a duck bill. Ben, on the other hand, has inherited the Phillips lips. You know they were serious about it when they even put "lips" in their name.


My kids are experts now at unloading the dishwasher.


They are also experts at using my camera when I'm not looking.

And there you have it...all the randomness that currently is my camera's memory card, once I managed to wrangle it out of the camera. So I leave it to you. What do you want me to blog about next?

2 comments:

Liz, Karl, Madison, Brooklyn, Aubrey and Zachary said...

Can we request all of the above? Cuz that's what I want to hear. :) and I love your lips comment. Made me giggle.

Michael said...

Grad school, then career updates, then nothing, then the kids. Not in order of priority, just figured you could take a break in there and this one was about kids.