Lunchtime lessons

Lizzy was munching some peanut butter crackers today, while I attempted to get Bear to eat some of his apple. Suddenly she tilted her little head to the side and said, "I wonder if we'll have beds then, Mommy." I asked her what she was talking about and she said, "After we get old and die, will we have beds?" I told her I have also wondered the same thing and then she asked if we would eat after we die. I don't know where her questions about death are coming from, but I tried to answer as matter-of-factly as she asked. I told her about the stories of Jesus in the Bible, and how he ate after he was resurrected. I'm pretty sure we'll eat, too. Then she asked what resurrected means. While balancing a cup of watered-down juice for the baby to experiment with, I did the best I could to explain the Atonement to my almost-three-year-old. She nodded, took another bite of cracker and went on to talk about princesses or ponies, or something pink and frilly. And I realized again how grateful I am for the opportunity that I have to be at home full time with my children. I don't have to miss these little occasions for teaching my children the gospel or bearing my testimony. I'll admit that I have moments when I feel like maybe being a stay-at-home mom is just me being lazy. I wonder if I ought to be pursuing some sort of Ambition, but it's just easier to spend my day making play dough doggies, and reading Fancy Nancy for the fortieth time. (I still love that book. It totally holds up to repeated readings.) Really, though, I've never wanted anything more than I want to be a good mom. I want to be the one they call to when the wake up from naps, knowing I will be there. I want to be the one to insist that yes, they really do need to go use the potty RIGHT NOW. I want to open the box of crayons for them so they can create their first masterpiece. I want to be there to discuss their lunchtime questions.

Somersaults

I know it's not the greatest video, but I think it's really cute how Barak wants to do everything his big sister does. I love his adaptation of the somersault, too. What amazing children I have!

A few funny things Lizzy has said in the last month or two

"Someday, we should all be pink bunnies."

"When we were in Eugene, I saw a lamp with no hippopotamus."

"I can smell your beans."

"It's soda, Daddy. If you call it 'pop', it won't answer."


Seriously, this kid cracks me up.

A post completely by Lizzy

We are playing in the apartment. I love you. This picture we're gonna put on our blog. We are living in this apartment. I love Daddy, and Lizzy, and Bear. That's all I wanted to say.

Love,

Lizzy

This morning,

Barak stood up in the tub and peed. Lizzy thought that was hilarious, so she started giggling, and her giggles made Barak giggle. I love that even though he didn't know what was funny, he still enjoyed the joke just as much as his sister.

Not so sad

Okay, I'll admit it. Having a washing machine in my apartment is AWESOME. I think I had done laundry for the 24 hours straight. I don't even care what kind of machine it is anymore. Also, I've been struggling to get Bear to sleep in his own bed and take scheduled naps. The goal for this week is to put him in his bed at 10 am and have him fall asleep without needing me to rock/ nurse him. There has been a lot of screaming. But do you know what? It's really quiet right now. Today (Day 3) it only took about 15 minutes, which is such an improvement! Next week's goal might be bedtime! Hurray!

Saddest Day Ever

The apartment we moved into has washer/dryer hookups. This was number one on my wish list when we started the apartment hunt, and it certainly didn't make things easy. I know that you can get reasonably inexpensive machines on Craigslist, and that was my initial idea. And then . . . I decided to dream big. I set my sights on glorious, brand-spanking new front loaders that I could cherish for decades. (At least one.) Talking Isaac into my way of thinking proved easy, and boy were we excited when we walked into Sears on Monday. We picked out a nice pair, and I looked forward to the "disinfect" cycle, which promised to kill allergens, and the 4 cubic feet of highly-efficient dirt zapping power. Today, they arrived. I already had piles of laundry waiting. The delivery guys came in, looked at our laundry closet and said, "Sorry, guys. This closet isn't deep enough. There's no way you're getting a front loader in there."

!?!

So we had to go back to Sears and get a regular old top loading washing machine. I can't help but feel that if I had just been satisfied with having a washer in my own home, I wouldn't be feeling so crushed right now. Not lugging laundry to a communal room where I have to pay extra should be so exciting. But instead I'm kinda bummed. (a lot.)