Saturday, January 31, 2015

My helper

Amelia was helping me out away the dishes one evening. I bribed her with the promise of an extra book at bedtime. She was game.

She tackled a stack of plates and started putting them away in the cabinet. These plates are stored vertically in the cabinet. When I put them away, I stack them up, turn them on their side and plunk them in the cabinet.

As I put away the other dishes, I could hear Amelia muttering away under her breath. I couldn't figure out what was taking her so long to put the plates as I was so focused on completing the task. It wasn't until later that I noticed the reason it took so long: she took all of the plastic plates out of the cabinet, organized them by color, and then put them away. Of course she did.

100 days smarter

The kids are both now 100 days smarter! Thursday 1/27 was the 100th day of school!

Can we...?

Amelia: mom can we go out to eat? Like at Applebee's? (As we drive by)

Mama: not tonight Amelia.

Amelia: awww...

Gemma: but, we love eating.....

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Monday, January 26, 2015

Happy 8th birthday William

Happy 8th birthday William!

He was dismayed this morning when he realized I was serious about sending him to school on his birthday. Apparently, last year, someone in his class got to stay home for his birthday and William thought this was an excellent idea.

I was more serious about sending him to school.

I tried to make it up to him by making birthday oatmeal. Oatmeal+ a hot chocolate packet+ chocolate chips + dried cherries+ little bit of milk= delicious.

Daddy, Amelia, William and Gemma teamed up to make some decorations. Watch for pictures of these as I was very impressed by these!

He chose to bring ice cream for his classmates. Who wants ice cream in January? William.

Gemma and I met him for lunch at school.

He decided he wanted pancakes from Bob Evans for dinner.

He requested a "dirt dessert" for his cake. It went over much better this time. The last time we made it ( for his 3rd or 4th birthday?), he was a little horrified about the resemblance to dirt and I'm not sure he enjoyed it. Poor kid.

Amelia's how to part 3

Now you all know how to disco and can have fun dancing!

Amelia's how to writing part 2

And the saga continues.

Also, I admit to teaching our kids how to disco, do the twist, do the potato masher, and the hokey pokey during our family dance parties.

While John occasionally takes part in these dance parties, he is most certainly not the responsible party in this matter.

Amelia's how to story part 1

Amelia's class is learning how to write how-to type writing. Each student had to write an instructional piece and turn in.

Amelia chose to write her assignment on the following topic:

How to dance the disco.


This has given John and I all kinds of entertainment.

My favorite moment perhaps was:

Amelia: here is my school assignment daddy. I have to finish coloring it before tomorrow. I have to bring it back and turn it in.

John: ohhh... It looks colorful! (He reads it and starts to smile). Wow! Amelia! What an interesting idea!

Amelia: I kind of picked it because of you.

John: you did? Whaaaa?

Amelia: yes daddy! Because you taught me how to disco!

John: you....I....I did?

Amelia: yes! Thank you daddy! (Runs off to play)

John: (stunned expression) whaaa? I don't even..... I didn't teach her how to disco!

(Face pales, loses color)

Oh no. How many people at school do you think she told that I taught her disco?

Mama: (endless laughing)

My apologies. All the pages won't fit in one email, so there will be 3 posts with the rest of her writing.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

How to play with a 2 year old

Gemma: Mama! Let's play!

Mama: Sure.  (stop what I am doing.  Dishes can wait, right?)

Gemma: We play blocks!

Mama: Sure!  Let's play blocks!

Gemma:  NO! You not sit there.  You sit here. (pats floor 3 inches to the left of where I am sitting).

Mama: Okay!  I'm ready!

Gemma: Yes!  (dumps a bucket of 213092123817 lego blocks on the ground.)  What color you want Mama?  Red or yellow?

Mama: Ummm...I am going to save the red blocks for a creation.

Gemma: No.  No.  You not save red.

Mama: Ok. Ok?  I guess.  I think I will save yellow blocks. (start hunting in the pile for the yellow colored blocks.

Gemma: NO! NO! NO!  You not have yellow blocks.  I have yellow blocks!

Mama: Huh..  Okay....

Gemma: Here.  You save brown blocks. 


Monday, January 19, 2015

We are learning science

We have a lot of science learning going on around here. Some of it is intentional and some by mistake, but it is happening!


1. Science fair. The science fair projects are in full swing right now. They have to be turned in by February 1 and both kids have elected to complete projects. William is investigating which types of household cleansers kill bacteria. Amelia is investigating if there is bacteria in yogurt.

In order to complete these projects, we needed an incubator. Bacteria grows best at 80-90 degrees. We could have set the whole house thermostat to this temperature, but that could be quite expensive as we typically keep it set at 62-65 in the winter time (82-85) in the summer. So, we built an incubator out of a giant plastic tub, a reading lamp, a wooden board, and a digital thermometer. It is hanging out in our closet as that is the most consistently warm place in the house. It does look funny though when you come into the room with the lights off. Hence the picture of the flowing green tub in the dark.

2. Pinewood race car derby is also in full swing. William and Amelia are both building cars this year with help from daddy. The race is the last weekend in January. Perfect timing with the science fair, right?

3. William was taking a shower in our master bathroom this weekend and I came in to check on his progress. Sometimes he doesn't get the soap completely out of his thick, thick hair on his head. When I came into our bedroom, a heavy smell hit my nose. By the time I got to the bathroom door, the smell was completely overpowering. When I opened the door, I could taste the scent in the air. It was reminiscent of hall duty in the middle school outside the girls' or boys' locker room. Apparently, William found my bottle of "nice" perfume that I bought before he was born when I had more funds for purchase for myself. I don't use this perfume much anymore as some days my most important appointment is walking the kids to the bus stop. According to him, he sprayed the bottle 4 times. I cannot possibly see how it was sprayed less the 10 times.

(Looking at the bottle, I would guess it was more that 4 times, but less than 10).

William and I then had to discuss the behavior of gases. A gas will spread out to fill the entire space it is in. It squeezes through doorways and fills a whole room or set of rooms.

We had to air the rug outside for more than 24 hours. All the towels had to be changed out. William needed different pajamas as did john and I (they were all in the bathroom). And the bathroom surfaces with perfume needed to be deep cleaned. John changed out his toothbrush as he thought he tasted perfume on it. I didn't notice ( which does not mean it wasn't there).

4. This last story requires some upfront admissions. There is a piece of this story in which I make a bad call. A very, very bad call that was dangerous. I will reassure you that everything turned out okay in the end and no lasting harm was done. I regret this decision and am relieved that nothing terrible happened. The story is pretty funny, but I cannot tell it without first admitting that I made a mistake- a big one.

So, onward.

Some days, Amelia has a club starting early in the morning before school. Sometimes William does. The one without a club cannot go to school as this time is not supervised and it is by allowed unless students are participating in a sponsored club*.


This day, I left William at home engrossed in a good book. I cleaned the bathroom before leaving and I lit a scented candle in the room. I was running around chasing kids into clothes, harassing them into brushing their teeth, checking backpacks, reminding about lunches, and locating library books.

When it was time to go, William was deeply engrossed in a book on the floor in the living room. It takes 4-6 minutes to get to our elementary school or 8-11 minutes total. I told William I was leaving. When I got back it would be bus time. He didn't even look up.

As I was backing out, I remembered the candle. But, it was on a non flammable surface, plenty of wax to burn, small flame that wasn't visible from a distance and I would be back in less than 15 minutes. Also, the timeframe for club start time and bus coming time frame are so close together. It is much more convenient to have the kid not attending club ride the bus than to make another trip.

So there is my bad decision. Leaving my almost 8 year at home with an open flame. I understand it could have been a big deal. A very bad big deal and this has certainly influenced my decision making since then (this happened in November).

Anyway, on the way home, I received a call from William. William chastised me for leaving a candle burning in the house as it was a very dangerous thing to do. He blew it out for me. I thanked him and agreed it was dangerous.

He then told me there was a "lot" of watery liquid left in the candle, so he poured it out for me in the sink. Only, when he turned the water on, it wasn't liquidy anymore. Just so I knew.

I couldn't even be mad. It was my mistake by leaving the candle burning. I'm just lucky he didn't decide to investigate the type of materials that burn.

However, this was an excellent time for a discussion about liquids turning to solids and the temperatures in which this happens.

5. Over Christmas, we traveled to North Dakota. Along the way, William acquired a Very Important glass of water in a disposable plastic cup. He tried to bring it in to a few locations, but he was not allowed. We went to eat at a restaurant and he was disappointed that the he couldn't bring it inside. He left it in his cup holder. There was maybe 1/4 an inch of water left in it. We were int he restaurant for a little over an hour. When we came out, the water was frozen solid and it was stuck in the bottom of the cup.

Again, solids vs liquids.

It's science!

Saturday, January 17, 2015

On kids that can read

It is very exciting to have kids that can read.  It makes you feel proud and accomplished as a parent.  It makes you feel reassured about their potential and that you adequately gave them the start they needed as babies/toddlers/preschoolers/etc to be successful in an academic manner.  Reading isn't everything, but it is SOMETHING and a pretty big something at that.

All that being said, life can be more difficult when kids can read.  It has repeatedly required that I discuss a topic or topics when I am least prepared to do so.  Here are some recent examples:


1.  Mom? What is a terrorist?  What is a terrorist attack?  (Amelia after reading the news crawler on the TV at a restaurant.

2. Mom?  Why do they sell napkins in this bathroom?  Wouldn't it be gross to eat in here? (Amelia in the public bathroom.  and yes.  It would be gross to eat in there.)

3.  Mom?  What does control top mean? (William while in a store, reading a label.)

4.  Mom?  What are human-ly raised chickens?  Chickens are human, are they? (William at the grocery store.  Mispronouncing humanely.  No chickens are not human.  Humane is a different topic all together.)

5.  Mom?  What do they sell at Hooters? (William from the backseat of the car.  While I understand Hooters is a restaurant, I am not sure what they are selling.)

6. Mom?  Why did you turn there?  It says No Turning ahead (various child from the backseat.  It does say no turning, but it means ahead of us.  Not here.)

7.  Mom?  Why are some animals endengered? Don't people care? (William, from the backseat on a trip to Minnesota.  Yes, he misprounces endengered.  I find it endearing).

8. Mom?  Why does that shirt say "_________"  What does that mean? (William or Amelia.  Take your pick as to what the shirt says.  There are many options.  My favorite was the one that they wanted explained reading "I'm with stupid".)

9.  Mom?  If the sign says "No food or drink allowed" why is that lady bringing in coffee?  Isn't that a drink?  (Either kid.  At top volume in maximum proximity to the person we are discussing.)

10. Mom?  What is Ebola?  Why are all the people talking about it. (William after overhearing part of a discussion in the waiting room at the dr office and reading the signs about it.)

On Middle Names...

This story was reported to me by our sitter, who watches Gemma a few hours a week while I work.


The sitter, who we will call Ms. A. here (she has not given me permission to use her name here, nor do I think it is fair to talk about people I know very well on the internet without their permission).

Ms A and Gemma were talking about middle names.  Gemma was surprised to find out Ms A had a middle name.  Very surprised.

I imagine the conversation went something like this:

Ms A: everyone has a middle name!  Even me!
Gemma: You?  You?  You have middle name?
Ms A: Yes.  Yes!  I have a middle name.  My name is Ms A __________   ________  ________
Gemma: Middle name?  You?
Ms A: That is right!  I have a middle name.
Ms A: Do you have a middle name? (She is fully aware of Gemma's full name, just asking to see if Gemma knows her middle name).
Gemma: Yes.  I do.
Ms A: What is your middle name?
Gemma: Bean.  My name is Gemma Bean.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Mama! Do dat again!

We love this phrase. We love it a lot!

A challenge

When the regular Simon says game just isn't challenging enough.

Gemma is observant

Yes she is.

What goes ca-thunk in the night?

William rolling/wriggling/wiggling himself off the bed. To land between the bed and wall.

Uncle Mike

File this one under Uncle Mike (my brother, as opposed to John's brother or nephew).


Uncle Mike likes to eat potato chips with cottage cheese. William was the only one of our kids brave enough to try it !

Meet our snow kitty

There was no SNOW in Minnesota when we arrived to celebrate Christmas! That changed overnight one day as we woke up to a dusting of snow. However, it wasn't enough for a full snowman. Luckily, our inventive kids came up with a snow kitty.

Everyone sing!

How do you get some sleepy Scrooges to sing?

Answer: Gemma

Snuggly stories

We had a little bit of snuggly story time with Grandpa Heidt at Christmas!

Myself

No! No! I do it myself! I not need your help!

A snowman

Look! I made a snowman with my lunch! Will you take a picture?

In which Amelia is delighted by math

Amelia loves math. I do not understand where I have gone wrong in raising my Xhosa, but this girl adores mathematics (actual, I kid. I a terribly proud of my girl and her affinity for math. Math was not ever a subject that made my heart skip a beat, so I don't totally understand her thinking, but I am so, so proud of her. I wouldn't change a thing.

The minute she got off the bus for her winter break, she was at the table, doing math problems she made up herself. When I suggested so go ahead and give the math a rest, she became more determined to do math. This brought on a fit of giggling which further developed into fall on the floor laughter as I pretended to be aghast by her continued math behavior.

A relaxing bedtime routine

Just one of the many ways we unwind and ready ourselves for sleep.

I cannot explain

Because I do not understand what is happening here. But, we have nativity figurines and Mr Potato head.

I have no idea

I have no idea what is happening here. It involves the angel from our nativity and many miscellaneous Mr Potato head parts.

Amelia's joke

Amelia loves jokes. William does too, but he doesn't remember as many as Amelia does.

Nuts

This one is from September 5.

Gemma loves nuts. It seems like a weird thing for a kid to like, but I guess there are worse things for her to eat. The word "nuts" is a little tricky to say, but always came out adorable. We tried multiple times to get her to say it without success. Here she is, requesting some "nuts" as well as contemplating climbing the shelves in our pantry like a monkey.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Perfect plan

We were at my parent's house for Christmas. They have an open stairway that goes up and down. Seeing something approaching a jungle gym, Gemma starting climbing up the outside of the railing. She is a little monkey shimmied quickly up to a heart stopping height.

Mama: Gemma! Get down! That's dangerous!

Gemma: I fine mom. I fine. This is perfect plan.

Mama: Gemma! No! Get down!

Gemma: perfect plan mom! I fine!


In the end, it was not a perfect plan and she ended up coming down quite safely. I still maintain this was not a perfect plan.

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Saturday, January 10, 2015

Amelia conversations

Amelia: Well, if you want scrambled eggs, you just have to kill the chickens and take the eggs!
Mama: No, eggs are not inside chickens.
Amelia: Eggs are inside people, right?

(long discussion about human anatomy versus chicken anatomy ensues)



Amelia and William got watches for Christmas.  Both of them have been more aware of the time and we have had many discussions about time recently.  Amelia, in particular, has been fascinated/interested in figuring out this time thing.


Amelia: MOM!  My watch says 6:11, but the clock in the kitchen says 6:13!  Which one is right?


or

Amelia: MOM! My watch is wrong.  Or my clock is wrong?  Why aren't all the clocks in the house on THE SAME TIME?


or

Amelia: It is 8:50.  I know that because my clock says 8:52.  I know that I just need to subtract 2 from the time in my room to get the real time everywhere else.

Mama!

Mama! Do thumbs up!

I copied what she is doing. Her reply: good job!

John gave her a thumbs up. She shook her head and went over to correct his form.

Games with grandpa Heidt

We weren't in town with free time on her hands, but we did squeeze some time in to go and visit Grandpa Heidt. We played games (chess, scrabble) and enjoyed ourselves very much!

Where are we going?

A video of Gemma and mama on our way to Minnesota to celebrate Christmas with grandpas and grandma.

Gemma's rules

Gemma has a great vocabulary (in my opinion).  However, her speech can be difficult to understand if you don't spend every waking moment with her.  Over Christmas, I was explaining to a few people about how her language rules to help them understand her better.


Rule 1: All c and k sounds are t's.

Example: tootkie (cookie), pint (pink), tandy (candy),  Tana & Haint (Cana & Hank)

Rule 2: All g's are d's.

Example: Demma (Gemma), Damma (Grandma- very similar to her name), Danpa (Grandpa), dive (give), deen (green), do (go)

Rule 3: most l's are y's.  This isn't a hard and fast rule.

Example: reay-ye (really), yeya-ow (yellow),

Gemma shows Zelda how to dance

This probably should have been with the previous post.

At Christmas, my dad heard Gemma and Zelda getting reaquainted. 

Gemma: Zelda!  Look at me!  Do this! (she wiggle her bottom half and waves her arms).
Zelda: (Watches curiously)
Gemma: Zelda!  Do this! (repeats dance moves)
Zelda: (does a little wiggling, Zelda style)
Gemma: Do THIS! (more dance moves)

and then I'm assuming Zelda wandered away to get away from the bossy cousin.

Playing catch up- conversations

Gemma is at that age.  You never know what will come out of her mouth.  She knows lots of words and isn't afraid to string them together in the most ingenious ways.  Or express herself exactly.


Conversation 1:

I was getting ready to exercise at home.  Since I am practically by myself, I don't go to great lengths to look nice at all.  This day, I was wearing old shorts and a disgusting tank top.  I came out of the bathroom to go downstairs.  Gemma appeared to be completedly engrossed in her Sesame Street show, when she suddenly turned and looked at me.


Gemma: Oooooo!  Swimming suit! I go to?
Mama: Nope, not swimming suit.  Mama is going to exercise.
Gemma: Ooooo- go swimming?  In swimming suit?  I go to?

She would not be convinced that I was not going to the pool.  I finally distracted her with the TV and made my escape, but it was a tough sell.


Conversation 2:


I just finished exercising and came upstairs to find Gemma playing with Daddy.  Gemma came running over to investigate.

Gemma: Mama!  You play too?
Mama: Sure!  Just let me change clothes (see above)
Gemma: Yes.  Yes.  You need shirt and pants and earrings.  Then you play with me.

Apparently, accessories are now required for play time.


Conversation 3:
Variations of this conversation have played out multiple times over the last few months.  It has happened a number of times and it is always hilarious.

We finished dinner.  Gemma ate the cheese off the top of her pizza and nothing else.  No vegetables or fruit despite my best efforts.  The other kids have done a good job with eating AND we actually have cookies (this is rare).  Gemma sat with us for 6 minutes, ate the cheese off her pizza and then went to the living room to play.

Mama: William, would you like to have a cookie?
William: YES!  Sure!  Thanks mom!
Mama: Amelia, would you like a cookie?
Amelia: COOKIE?  OF COURSE!
Gemma: (runs back into the room) I HAVE COOKIE TOO???
Mama: I'm sorry, you didn't eat enough of your healthy stuff to get a cookie.  You can sit down and eat your fruit and vegetables now, if you want.
Gemma: No thanks.  Cookie?
Mama: No (blah blah blah, repeat repeat)
Gemma: (approaches John who is eating his cookie at the table) Hi Daddy (big grin)!  I share with you??

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Happy Christmas at home

We got home January 1. Gemma was sick the day before, but had rallied in the morning. After being home for an hour, it became clear Gemma was still not feeling well. She wasn't feeling well and John wasn't feeling great either. I was in the kitchen making our Christmas dinner. When I called everyone to dinner, these two didn't respond....

Driving home

We did a lot of driving over Christmas. We drove to Minnesota. Then to North Dakota. The to the twin cities. Then back to Rochester.
Then home again.

On the way home, Gemma and I had this conversation:

Gemma: where we going mom?
Mama: we are going to our house! Gemma's house!
Gemma: what?
Mama: we are going to Gemma's house!
Gemma: no! I not go to Gemma's house! I go to grandpa's house!
Mama: ohh! We are all done grandpa's house. Now we are going to Gemma's house.
Gemma: no! No I not! I go to grandpa's house!

Dad! Daddy! Stop the car! I go back to grandpa's house! Stop the car dad!

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I a bean

All three kids have nicknames. William has always been our pumpkin. Amelia has always been our peanut. Gemma is our bean, which has been a great source of discussion for our family.

Mom: are you a monkey?
Gemma: nooooooooo
Mama: are you a pickle?
Gemma: noooooooo
Mama: are you a noodle?
Gemma: noooooooooo
Mama: are you a silly goose?
Gemma: NO! I A BEAN!

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Sunday, January 4, 2015

Poor baby

Gemma is sick, poor baby! She started running a fever in the night at the Gaedke's house. Just the place you want a sick kid! Out of town, middle of the night! She was very pitiful! We suspect it is the flu, although by the time we got her to the doctor, they declined to test her. The treatment works best in the first 48 hours. Since we were beyond the 48 hour period, they wouldn't give us meds, thus we didn't need to be tested.

I feel so bad for her, but I can't deny that I enjoy her snuggles a lot! She usually isn't one to sit and snuggle for even short periods of time, Mama has to get her snuggles while she can!

It's not New Year's Eve

We celebrated "it's not New Year's Eve" with the Gaedke family again. The kids play and the adults catch up. We enjoy our visits with them so much!

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Everyone SING!

In early December, our early childhood education teacher was visiting the house (as per normal here).  She and I were discussing preschools, our local school district after having Gemma run through the checklist of required tasks (flying colors, etc).  Gemma had quite enjoyed the attention of having TWO adults playing and cheering her on and was disappointed to find the attention shift away from her.   

So, she started singing her ABC's and dancing.

No shift in attention.

She stood between us and we both smiled at her and encouraged her, but we didn't quit our conversation.

Gemma stopped singing and dancing abruptly and shrieked "EVERYONE SING!" and then started her dancing/singing routine.

I started singing along with her, while still listening to our visitor.  Gemma, satisfied with me, rounded on our guest.  Midway through the song, she stopped and pointed at her and bellowed, "EVERYONE SING!"  and repeated it until both of the adults in the room were singing along with her and the attention shifted exactly where she wanted it: on her.

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Fast forward to Christmas time.  Almost every house we visited, we had a replay of this scenario.  All the attention isn't on Gemma?  She starts singing a song and then stops occasionally to demand everyone in the room sing along.  And I mean absolutely everyone.  No one is exempt from the singing.