Listening
Do you ever just take the time to listen as your children are playing? I have come to think of nursing as the Lord's special time to force a busy mom to sit down, relax, cuddle with a baby, and watch and listen to her other children. I also love being in the age of technology where I can instant message Phil with all the happenings of the day! I keep him posted on all the funny (and not so funny) stories as they unfold.
Here were two conversations that had me in stitches yesterday:
Jubilee was wheeling Evi around in the stroller. (An umbrella stroller in the house is a great source of entertainment). Sawyer said, "Sissy, I wanna tell you a secret." He loudly said, "You wanna jump on the mattress?" (There is an air mattress on the floor of his room.) Of course, she said, "Yes!" She began to wheel Evi into his room and he said quite forcefully, "This is NOT for children! Only for big boys and girls." I helped position the stroller so the baby could be safe and still watch the shenanigans!
The other event happened while I was nursing Evi on the couch. Sawyer had his "shooting gun", which at this particular moment was something he put together out of knex toys. He had also made one for Sissy. If you have boys, you will understand that there is some sort of fascination, obsession, deep pull/drive, to the world of weaponry especially guns. Anything and everything will eventually be turned into a gun or will be shot. I will never understand it! Phil says it is just the way they are wired. Must be a defect on the Y chromosome (haha). Anyway, they were hunting dinosaurs and Sawyer comes running up to me and says, "There is a good dinosaur in the bathroom!! He is friendly. He doesn't eat people only grass!" Sissy proceeds to the bathroom and makes shooting noises. Sawyer runs to her side and demands, "Did you shoot that good dinosaur?" Sis replies with an emphatic, "Yes!" He asks again, "You shot him??!!" Again, "YES!" Sawyer is very upset at this point. He launches into a lecture on how the dinosaur was good and finishes it up with, "I AM NOT HAPPY WITH YOU!" At this point, stifling laughter, I stepped in to offer a solution. "Maybe you could put a band aid on him and fix him up?" To which I am told, "Mom.....he is already dead."
And now for the tale of Wall-E:
Last night we rented the movie Wall-E and it evoked quite the emotional response from the children. The first 20 minutes or so of the movie, sensitive Jubilee was very concerned that Wall-E was alone and sad. Every 10 seconds, no joke!, she was asking questions..."What is that robot doing, where him going, why he no have friends, why he sad." Lather rinse repeat, lather rinse repeat, lather rinse repeat. She got more emotional as time went on and starting sobbing. She decided that she didn't want to watch so she played in the playroom instead. She played for awhile and then wandered in and out of the living room sometimes interjecting that she was scared or asking questions. It was quite distracting and would have been annoying if it wasn't to darn cute!!
Sawyer watched with intent. He loves t.v. and would watch it all the time if we let him! He watched silently until the very end. Wall-E got his circuits fried and was damaged and his friend rushed back to Earth and to his home to find the parts and pieces he stored to try and fix him. When she did, he no longer recognized her and started on about his business which was collecting and compacting trash. She kept following him trying to get him to realize it was her. At this point, Sawyer starts sobbing. He was very upset that Wall-E wasn't "himself" and therefore was not ok. We had to assure him that everything was ok and it would turn out in the end. Which of course it did.
Here were two conversations that had me in stitches yesterday:
Jubilee was wheeling Evi around in the stroller. (An umbrella stroller in the house is a great source of entertainment). Sawyer said, "Sissy, I wanna tell you a secret." He loudly said, "You wanna jump on the mattress?" (There is an air mattress on the floor of his room.) Of course, she said, "Yes!" She began to wheel Evi into his room and he said quite forcefully, "This is NOT for children! Only for big boys and girls." I helped position the stroller so the baby could be safe and still watch the shenanigans!
The other event happened while I was nursing Evi on the couch. Sawyer had his "shooting gun", which at this particular moment was something he put together out of knex toys. He had also made one for Sissy. If you have boys, you will understand that there is some sort of fascination, obsession, deep pull/drive, to the world of weaponry especially guns. Anything and everything will eventually be turned into a gun or will be shot. I will never understand it! Phil says it is just the way they are wired. Must be a defect on the Y chromosome (haha). Anyway, they were hunting dinosaurs and Sawyer comes running up to me and says, "There is a good dinosaur in the bathroom!! He is friendly. He doesn't eat people only grass!" Sissy proceeds to the bathroom and makes shooting noises. Sawyer runs to her side and demands, "Did you shoot that good dinosaur?" Sis replies with an emphatic, "Yes!" He asks again, "You shot him??!!" Again, "YES!" Sawyer is very upset at this point. He launches into a lecture on how the dinosaur was good and finishes it up with, "I AM NOT HAPPY WITH YOU!" At this point, stifling laughter, I stepped in to offer a solution. "Maybe you could put a band aid on him and fix him up?" To which I am told, "Mom.....he is already dead."
And now for the tale of Wall-E:
Last night we rented the movie Wall-E and it evoked quite the emotional response from the children. The first 20 minutes or so of the movie, sensitive Jubilee was very concerned that Wall-E was alone and sad. Every 10 seconds, no joke!, she was asking questions..."What is that robot doing, where him going, why he no have friends, why he sad." Lather rinse repeat, lather rinse repeat, lather rinse repeat. She got more emotional as time went on and starting sobbing. She decided that she didn't want to watch so she played in the playroom instead. She played for awhile and then wandered in and out of the living room sometimes interjecting that she was scared or asking questions. It was quite distracting and would have been annoying if it wasn't to darn cute!!
Sawyer watched with intent. He loves t.v. and would watch it all the time if we let him! He watched silently until the very end. Wall-E got his circuits fried and was damaged and his friend rushed back to Earth and to his home to find the parts and pieces he stored to try and fix him. When she did, he no longer recognized her and started on about his business which was collecting and compacting trash. She kept following him trying to get him to realize it was her. At this point, Sawyer starts sobbing. He was very upset that Wall-E wasn't "himself" and therefore was not ok. We had to assure him that everything was ok and it would turn out in the end. Which of course it did.
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