Sunday Struggles

Kenzie's Sunday School teacher says she's "getting better" and is "learning to use her words." That means that she's clobbering the other kids only once in a while, and explains to them why she's doing it.

Mason hates the nursery. He sees us heading down the hall and starts crying. This time he spent most of the time in tears. There are several kids in there and lots of toys, but he just hates it. The ladies in there are very sweet and encourage us to keep trying.

I'm doing this today as a diversion from working on my class. I have a 2-1/2 hour lecture on Tuesday night at Seattle U. So, yesterday I decided to install a new operating system on my computer (the same one that held the draft of the presentation). Yes, it was a bad idea. So, I spent a couple of hours borrowing a computer (thank you Jackie) and then another bit getting it connected to the network...so that I can sit here and wait for my presentation to finish itself.

Alright, I'm getting on-task.

Ok, just one more. This morning Kenzie was interrupting Cindy and me unmercifully in the car. She doesn't like conversations to go on without her at the epicenter. She asked me why I was telling her not to interrupt. I told her that I felt like it was my job to teach her how to be polite and use her manners. She informed me, "Mom, you teach adults. Ama teaches kids." Arg. I never thought I'd be in a position of trying to explain my qualifications to a 3 year old, and being only halfway successful.

Identifiable

She wrote her name for the first time all by herself!

Santa Boundaries

Christmas is coming! On the drive into work yesterday I decided to start prepping Kenzie (since last year the picture shows her sitting on a stool in front of Santa).

• Me: Kenzie! Look, they're building Santa's workshop! Are you excited to go see Santa?
• Kenzie: Yes!
  
• Me: Are you going to sit on his lap this year?
• [pause]
• Kenzie: Mom, I like Santa and all. I'm just not comfortable sitting on his lap.
• Me (choking): Ok, honey, that's fine, whatever you want to do.
• [pause]
• Kenzie: Mom, when I see Santa I'm going to give him a BIG High Five and a handshake!
  

Happy Boy!

Water logged

I'm sure this one disqualifies me for Mother of The Year.

This morning I ran the bath for Kenzie, then went out to check on Mason before scanning email. He was playing in his room--looked very content and busy! I went into the living room, read one message (didn't reply), and then heard Kenzie say, "Mason!!! We don't go in the bath with our clothes on!" I ran to find him--full clothed--sitting in about 4 inches of water.

In Training

Cindy's got them in training already. Nice form, Helen!

Smooch

And So it Begins

Finally time to start a blog. Great intentions to write in their books, but here I sit. I'm hoping to jot down Kenzieisms and Masonisms as they happen. And they do happen.

Gearing Up

Before the candy hunt (Lexi, Kiley, Kenzie). They weren't so sure about the whole trick-or-treating thing.

It didn't take long. Soon they were running from house to house (entering each one, I might add). Lexi told one homeowner "OPEN THE DOOR!"

Once I dared to try to take Mason up to the porch with the three girls, Kenzie said, "MOM, why are YOU here?"

It's starting...

One Irritated Hunny

Mason didn't like his costume so much. (First picture of his uvula.)

cuties

Birthday boy

School girl