Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Our Big 2nd Grader, Caleb!


We are so proud of our 2nd Grader! He came home from the first day of school in a great mood. I'd say that's a pretty good sign that it's going to be a great year. He says his teachers are so nice and he's already earning lots of "Space Bucks" to buy a prize on Friday (he is highly motivated by those kind of rewards). So, in order that I don't leave anyone out, it's Caleb's turn for Mom's essay of things I love about him (Sorry I'm getting wordier with each one)...

He'll take on a challenge. One of my favorite challenges he took on was learning "I Am a Child of God" in Mandarin for Primary a few months ago. He took it so seriously. He paced the house with the little slip of paper that had the words on it, singing "Wo shir shung dee hi tsur..." (or something like that!) until he had the whole thing memorized. Another one that he stuck with was challenging himself to learn all the state capitals this summer. He wanted to surprise his Dad, who had learned all the capitals when he was in elementary school. He worked hard on this challenge, coming up with his own memory hooks and asking me to test him all the time. On Family Night a couple of weeks ago, Caleb was ready and excited to share his talent. Brad had no idea he had done this, so when Caleb asked him to quiz him on the state captials, Brad gave him some easy ones. Caleb kept saying, "ask me another one!" until Brad had asked him all fifty states and was just laughing in disbelief. Caleb was so pleased with himself that he exclaimed, "I need to write about this in my journal!" And he did right away. I hope all this random knowledge stays with him when he actually needs to know it in school!

Reading takes him away. Speaking of challenges, he loved doing the library's reading program this summer because he loves books. Books have always been so magical for him. He can get so engrossed in a story that he completely tunes out the world. I've actually had to remind him several times not to walk while reading, and I often have to say, "Put the book down and let me see your eyes," in order to ensure that I've got his attention. One challenge we've had at bedtime is getting him to put the books away to go to sleep. We've found him under the covers with teeny little penlights, or even reading in what seems like total darkness. He can't get enough. Some of his favorites these days are Encyclopedia Brown and the Chronicles of Narnia.


He loves sports. These days his love of sports may even be rivaling his love of books. He loved watching the Olympics and his favorite sports were swimming, volleyball, and running. We would let the kids watch a few minutes of the previous night's games before bed at night. He and Lauren would chant, "Go U-S-A!" over and over. The other night he got us all to play beach volleyball with a blow-up ball in the living room. He can be quite competitive. We even heard him refer to himself as "The next Michael Phelps." He is also playing soccer right now, and we love seeing how his skills are starting to develop. He loves to do "trick plays" and try to fool his opponent with his fancy footwork. Sometimes he doesn't even want to stop for a water break.


He's brave. The other day, I found a couple of Tomato Hornworms (see photo) in our tomato plant. They are huge and very gross, in my opinion. Caleb and I looked on the internet and read some info that said that the best way to get rid of them is to remove them by hand, but to be careful because they cling very tightly to the stems and ooze green stuff all over. (Y-U-C-K!) Caleb jumped right in and said, "I'll do it Mom!" He barely flinched as he pulled those little suckers off the stems as I nearly fainted (but tried to act cool)...

He loves God's creatures. Although he didn't have a problem getting rid of the Tomato Hornworm, for some reason it bothers him when I kill ants in the house. We've had a couple of ant invasions and when I start frantically spraying them with Windex Caleb will be saying things like, "All they want are a few tiny crumbs." or, "They aren't hurting anyone." Or my favorite, "Why are you killing God's creatures?!"
Look what Caleb let Lauren do to him...


He's a great big brother. Being the oldest child has it's positives and negatives (I happen to know this from experience). As I watch him interact with Lauren and Andrew, it makes me so happy when he treats them kindly. He and Lauren spent a lot of time together this summer and most of the time they would have rather played together than be apart. They had fun building pillow forts, having "battles" in the hallway--Polly Pockets vs. Star Wars, pacing the backyard plotting their next adventure, making "Caleb's Corner" and "Lauren's Lounge", playing "Baby Ball" with Andrew, water painting, drawing and coloring, and reading stories. They definitely had their difficult moments, but I really tried to stay out of their arguments and let them work it out, and I think they made some progress. I know Lauren is going to miss having him around during the day.

I'm going to miss having him around all day, too. I think every Mom wishes she could be a fly on her child's shoulder at school, but it is also really rewarding to watch your child grow up and be confident enough to take everything that comes at them at school all by themselves. Sure love this guy!

Friday, August 8, 2008

Lauren's Latest


I had so much fun thinking of all the things I love about Andrew, that I thought it would be fun to do that for the other kids as well. Where do I start with this girl?


She's our "Mamasita". This means "little mother" in Spanish--and is one of Brad's nicknames for her. In fact, I've heard her introduce herself to someone like this: "My name is Lauren, but my Dad calls me Mamasita". The name fits her perfectly--not only because some say she's a mini-me, but also because she loves to be a little mommy. She has always loved babies, especially her baby doll named Sophie, who has been loved. Sophie's clothes are dingy and her face has a big black mark on it, but she's still Lauren's favorite baby... next to Andrew, who is the target of most of her affection. From the time Andrew was born, she seemed especially in tune with his needs, and very eager to help him however she could. I remember one instance several months ago when he was fussing in his carrier and I was trying to get ready. Without any prompting, she got his blankie, his binky, pulled the shade down, and gently rocked him to sleep. I stood back and watched in awe as she knew just what to do to make him happy.

She takes care of herself. I've always said about Lauren that she just never needed me very much. When she was a baby she preferred her own bed over my arms for sleeping, she learned to dress herself at a young age, she potty-trained herself before her 2nd birthday, and there are many other examples of her remarkable independence. For instance, when she was about three years old Brad and I heard the water running in the bathroom in the middle of the night. When Brad went in to see what was going on, he found Lauren trying to put her head under the faucet. When he asked what she was doing, she explained that her ear was hurting so she wanted to put some water on it. The next day the doctor found the problem--an ear infection. We were so sad for her, but also were scratching our heads because rather than come and tell us she was in pain, she just took care of it herself.


She's tough. At two or three years old, if she would fall or get hurt, she'd often say, "that actually didn't hurt." She showed this toughness a couple of weeks ago when she went to get her shots. I had done all I could to prep her before going in--we had planned a playdate with Whitney for right after she was done (which was the one thing she wanted to do), she brought her doll Sophie, and I had her favorite pink gum hiding in my pocket for her reward. It took me by surprise when as soon as she got up on the table, she started into a fit like I've never seen before. She was kicking and flailing around and crying. I ended up having to hold her on my lap and wrap my arms and legs around her so she wouldn't move. At that point I whispered in her ear that it will hurt more if she's moving around like this. Suddenly, she calmed down and stopped crying. She took the four shots in her arm so bravely, only saying "ouch!" a couple of times. When it was all over, and I was praising her for being so brave, she said, "That didn't hurt...I didn't even cry...I just said ouch one time!"

"Mom, you look so beautiful." This is one of Lauren's favorite things to say to me lately. It is very sweet to hear, however, it usually means that she's trying to get herself out of trouble. The other night she had lost a privelege and was absolutely distraught. She was crying and carrying on. I was bathing Andrew, and she came in to tell me how upset she was. Here's our "conversation":

L: "Mom, I'm not your daughter!"
Me: no response
L: "I'm never going to clean anything ever again!"
Me: silence
L: "I'm going to go live somewhere else with just Dad!"
Me: nothing
L: (long pause) "But you're still so beautiful."
Me: still nothing
L: (quietly, in her sweetest voice)"Maybe you can come live with us."

This girl can turn anyone into a complete marshmallow.

"What are armpits for?" I think I read somewhere that an average four-year-old asks somewhere around 500 questions a week. Lauren might be beating the average. She's very curious about the world, and especially about people. She loves to observe and interact with others. Most of her questions lately are about how to spell things, but I thought the armpits question was one of her best.

She doesn't want to be like the Zoramites. For some reason, Lauren has gotten hooked on the Zoramites. After reading in the Book of Mormon the other night about how the Zoramites prayed repetitive prayers and said how great they were, she announced, "we do NOT want to be like the Zoramites!!" Since then she has been asking in her prayers "to help us that we don't even THINK about the Zoramites". Out of the mouth of babes.

She loves Jesus. She has the sweetest prayers, and often prays for Jesus, even though Caleb tries to discourage this practice. The other day in the car, she suddenly exclaimed, "I just really want to SEE Jesus!" Just today I complimented her on being so helpful. Her reply was, "I'm thinking of Jesus right now, that's why I'm doing this."