Today Porter's wart started to fall off. He told me it must just be his lucky day. I asked him what else was lucky about today. He said it was that his school stuff wasn't scary. (He had gone for his assessment today. At first, he didn't even want to go with the lady and had to be coaxed. When he came back though, he said he wanted to talk to that lady every day. She was very nice. I asked what she had talked to him about. He said, "just rhyming, like rain and train." He said she asked him his name and if he had gone to preschool. He told her that he hadn't been to any preschool. I guess he forgot about all the preschool he does at daycare). Porter has a friend over right now. Dallin is desperate to be included. He put on his Wolverine costume in the hopes of impressing the friend. So far, Porter is making sure that Dallin gets shunned though. It must be hard to be a little brother. I guess I will have to start having friends over for Dallin too.
On a whole other note, Porter surprised me in the car by just saying, out of the blue, "I'm glad we get to choose things. If we followed Satan we wouldn't get to choose. He would just make us eat whatever he wanted for dinner." Then he asked why Heavenly Father would let Satan do that. I said Heavenly Father didn't want Satan to be bad but Satan was Heavenly Father's son and he chose to be bad. Porter said, "like Scar on Lion King because Scar is Mufasa's brother and Mufasa is good and Scar is bad. Scar wanted everyone to follow him." (Then there was some more Lion King plot discussion). At the end, Porter said he didn't understand why anyone would follow Satan. It wouldn't be fun. I was so impressed with how much he understood. Too bad these moments are few and far between.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
trash talker
Porter has started talking like someone from a video game or a movie. Before starting a wrestling match with Dallin, Porter will yell, "say your prayers Dallin" or "you wanna piece of me?" He also tells Dallin to "lock and load" before they go witch hunting (which they do all the time. Dallin firmly believes that witches are all around us and he and Porter have to go hunt them down. At daycare, Dallin's hunting partner is Koen).
Tonight Joe told Porter and Dallin that he would get them each a new toy if they slept on their own for two weeks. Sleeping on their own means that they can't come in and get me in the middle of the night. Porter was all psyched up to try until he realized that Joe hadn't said two days. He had said two weeks. Porter doesn't think he and Dallin can do it now. It will be too hard. At this point, I actually sleep better on the boys' floor then I do in a bed. I am so used to sleeping on the floor.
Tonight Joe told Porter and Dallin that he would get them each a new toy if they slept on their own for two weeks. Sleeping on their own means that they can't come in and get me in the middle of the night. Porter was all psyched up to try until he realized that Joe hadn't said two days. He had said two weeks. Porter doesn't think he and Dallin can do it now. It will be too hard. At this point, I actually sleep better on the boys' floor then I do in a bed. I am so used to sleeping on the floor.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Do you ever stop doing something for a while and then fall out of the habit? That is what happened lately with the blog. Though I have had a computer for about a week now and internet access for just as long, I haven't been able to think of anything to write about. For the weeks when I couldn't write, I could think of things to say almost daily. The boys would say something funny or cute and I would wish I could write it down (Joe suggested pen and paper, but that seemed like too great of a hassle). But once I had the ability to blog again, I was at a total loss for what to write about. I don't think I have gotten over my writer's block, but oh well. (This same thing happens to me with scripture reading. If I miss more than a day, it is hard for me to find the motivation to start back up again).
Today, I took Porter to register him for school. Porter does not want to go to school yet. Dallin does. I told Porter they might want to talk to him for a minute alone to make sure he knows enough to go to school. He said "I don't." Joe and I tried to remind him of all the things he can do, like spell his name and count and listen to directions, but he is sure that he doesn't belong in kindergarten because he can't read yet. Dallin, on the other hand, tried to pack his "packpack" and kept asking if he was going to come too. He would like his friend Koen to come too. I hope Porter doesn't get so nervous during his kindergarten assessment that he refuses to talk to the teacher or anything.
Here is a non-exhaustive list of the things that I was going to write about in the past couple of weeks:
(1) Dallin kicked Porter one the night and told me that his foot did it. The next morning he woke up and promptly punched Porter in the nose, making Porter bleed. Porter was screaming and I asked Dallin why he had done that. He said it was his Wolverine claws. He told me we had forgotten to nip them. Later that day, Dallin punched Porter in the stomach. Dallin is becoming a bully.
(2) last night Porter wanted to something to eat while he was in bed. I told him it was too late. He kept begging and I kept saying no. Finally he started to cry and said, "parents are supposed to feed their kids when they are hungry." I felt bad then and brought him a piece of cheese.
(3) Because I have to lay on the boys' floor for them to fall asleep, I am always in their room at night. It is not enough for me to be on the floor anymore, Dallin needs more. He has very specific patting and rubbing needs. He will tell me that he wants me to pat him "in the middle" first and then rub his face and then his back. He also needs me to arrange his blankie so that he corner he likes to rub and chew on is in his right hand. One night he also wanted me to hold his hand. When I held it, instead of him holding one of my fingers like he usually does, he held my whole hand. I made me feel like he is not such a little boy anymore. He is getting bigger.
(4) Porter tells us that he is allergic to foods that he doesn't like. So far, he is allergic to: all vegetables, especially carrots, peas, broccoli, tomatoes and celery; eggs; corn bread; meatballs; potatoes; tuna fish; oatmeal; garlic bread; pickles; chicken noodle soup and chicken and dumpling soup (but not tomato soup); and pasta (but not the kind that is in macaroni and cheese). I can't imagine how he survives with such severe food restrictions. Probably the same way his dad manages to survives on such a limited diet.
Today, I took Porter to register him for school. Porter does not want to go to school yet. Dallin does. I told Porter they might want to talk to him for a minute alone to make sure he knows enough to go to school. He said "I don't." Joe and I tried to remind him of all the things he can do, like spell his name and count and listen to directions, but he is sure that he doesn't belong in kindergarten because he can't read yet. Dallin, on the other hand, tried to pack his "packpack" and kept asking if he was going to come too. He would like his friend Koen to come too. I hope Porter doesn't get so nervous during his kindergarten assessment that he refuses to talk to the teacher or anything.
Here is a non-exhaustive list of the things that I was going to write about in the past couple of weeks:
(1) Dallin kicked Porter one the night and told me that his foot did it. The next morning he woke up and promptly punched Porter in the nose, making Porter bleed. Porter was screaming and I asked Dallin why he had done that. He said it was his Wolverine claws. He told me we had forgotten to nip them. Later that day, Dallin punched Porter in the stomach. Dallin is becoming a bully.
(2) last night Porter wanted to something to eat while he was in bed. I told him it was too late. He kept begging and I kept saying no. Finally he started to cry and said, "parents are supposed to feed their kids when they are hungry." I felt bad then and brought him a piece of cheese.
(3) Because I have to lay on the boys' floor for them to fall asleep, I am always in their room at night. It is not enough for me to be on the floor anymore, Dallin needs more. He has very specific patting and rubbing needs. He will tell me that he wants me to pat him "in the middle" first and then rub his face and then his back. He also needs me to arrange his blankie so that he corner he likes to rub and chew on is in his right hand. One night he also wanted me to hold his hand. When I held it, instead of him holding one of my fingers like he usually does, he held my whole hand. I made me feel like he is not such a little boy anymore. He is getting bigger.
(4) Porter tells us that he is allergic to foods that he doesn't like. So far, he is allergic to: all vegetables, especially carrots, peas, broccoli, tomatoes and celery; eggs; corn bread; meatballs; potatoes; tuna fish; oatmeal; garlic bread; pickles; chicken noodle soup and chicken and dumpling soup (but not tomato soup); and pasta (but not the kind that is in macaroni and cheese). I can't imagine how he survives with such severe food restrictions. Probably the same way his dad manages to survives on such a limited diet.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
what's going on
What is that kid's book about the horrible, no good, very bad day? I can't remember but I know that I feel like complaining for a minute. The following things are annoying to me of late:
(1) my laptop has been broken for several weeks and I need to get a new one. I hate the desktop and I hate having to go to the basement to use the computer. Much like with the bike debacle this summer, Joe and I have different ideas about what my computing needs are and how much we should spend to fulfill those needs. It may be a while before the computer is replaced and I have a bad feeling I will end up with a Mac or something because he can get a free ipod out of it. Erg.
(2)My work life has changed a bit lately and I feel very overwhelmed with the amount of work I suddenly have. I have never had a particularly easy schedule at work but it has increased just recently and I don't know what to do. I have never had a time when I am constantly bombarded by emails and calls while I am home during the week, like I am now. People seem to have forgotten that I don't actually work at home during the day. I work 30 hours a week at the courthouse and the other 10 hours early in the morning, in the evenings, etc. I am thinking of foregoing my telecommuting for little while and working 4 tens to be able to actually get away from work when I am home.
(3) I hate my camera. All the pictures are blurry. Joe bought it for me last year for Christmas and I hate to say that I don't like it nearly as well as the one I had before. I took pictures of the boys at the Treehouse museum in Ogden today only have about two workable pictures. Double erg.
That is enough of my grievances for now.
Because of the lack of laptop, my blogging has lapsed (though I don't think it really matters to anyone). Dallin had a particularly funny day the other day. I intended to remember all that he said, but now I have forgotten most of it. I do remember though that I came home, carrying the mail and told the boys I had something for them. Their Friend magazine had come in the mail. Dallin took it and threw it. Then he yelled, "I don't want this. Porter is not my friend. I don't want to be Porter's friend."
Dallin has also developed an odd interest in toe lint. He checks his toes several times a day and tries to check everyone else's too.
Porter and Dallin had their yearly checkups last week at the doctors. All is well. They have both grown a lot. Porter is 5 inches taller than last year and Dallin is 6 inches taller (I can't imagine how someone who eats as little as Dallin could grow so much). They are no longer on the short end of the scale. Hooray. Porter also has perfect vision. Porter had to have three shots. It was terrible. I didn't tell him beforehand so he wouldn't worry, but it still took me and a resident to hold him down while the nurse gave him the shots. Dallin spent the whole time asking if he would get a sucker too even though he didn't have to have shots. He got mad that we wouldn't give him a better view of Porter's torturing.
(1) my laptop has been broken for several weeks and I need to get a new one. I hate the desktop and I hate having to go to the basement to use the computer. Much like with the bike debacle this summer, Joe and I have different ideas about what my computing needs are and how much we should spend to fulfill those needs. It may be a while before the computer is replaced and I have a bad feeling I will end up with a Mac or something because he can get a free ipod out of it. Erg.
(2)My work life has changed a bit lately and I feel very overwhelmed with the amount of work I suddenly have. I have never had a particularly easy schedule at work but it has increased just recently and I don't know what to do. I have never had a time when I am constantly bombarded by emails and calls while I am home during the week, like I am now. People seem to have forgotten that I don't actually work at home during the day. I work 30 hours a week at the courthouse and the other 10 hours early in the morning, in the evenings, etc. I am thinking of foregoing my telecommuting for little while and working 4 tens to be able to actually get away from work when I am home.
(3) I hate my camera. All the pictures are blurry. Joe bought it for me last year for Christmas and I hate to say that I don't like it nearly as well as the one I had before. I took pictures of the boys at the Treehouse museum in Ogden today only have about two workable pictures. Double erg.
That is enough of my grievances for now.
Because of the lack of laptop, my blogging has lapsed (though I don't think it really matters to anyone). Dallin had a particularly funny day the other day. I intended to remember all that he said, but now I have forgotten most of it. I do remember though that I came home, carrying the mail and told the boys I had something for them. Their Friend magazine had come in the mail. Dallin took it and threw it. Then he yelled, "I don't want this. Porter is not my friend. I don't want to be Porter's friend."
Dallin has also developed an odd interest in toe lint. He checks his toes several times a day and tries to check everyone else's too.
Porter and Dallin had their yearly checkups last week at the doctors. All is well. They have both grown a lot. Porter is 5 inches taller than last year and Dallin is 6 inches taller (I can't imagine how someone who eats as little as Dallin could grow so much). They are no longer on the short end of the scale. Hooray. Porter also has perfect vision. Porter had to have three shots. It was terrible. I didn't tell him beforehand so he wouldn't worry, but it still took me and a resident to hold him down while the nurse gave him the shots. Dallin spent the whole time asking if he would get a sucker too even though he didn't have to have shots. He got mad that we wouldn't give him a better view of Porter's torturing.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
sayings
Porter banged into a table leg at daycare on Wednesday and it left a bump on his face. I asked him what happened. He said, "My legs wouldn't stop so I ran into the table. I think they are broken."
Dallin yelled at me today at Target. Usually, I get called a "fart poop" but today he called me "damaged."
Joe told Porter that he would get him a baseball bat that pings when it is summer. This morning Porter told Joe that it was summer. Joe asked why he thought that. Porter said, "because the sun is bright." Joe told him that the sun can be bright even in the winter. It has to be warm to be summer. Porter has asked for an exact number of days until it is summer.
Porter and Dallin have been playing "surfing." (Porter holds one end of a rope and Dallin holds the other and they run around the house). Dallin calls Porter "sir" whenever they play.
Dallin yelled at me today at Target. Usually, I get called a "fart poop" but today he called me "damaged."
Joe told Porter that he would get him a baseball bat that pings when it is summer. This morning Porter told Joe that it was summer. Joe asked why he thought that. Porter said, "because the sun is bright." Joe told him that the sun can be bright even in the winter. It has to be warm to be summer. Porter has asked for an exact number of days until it is summer.
Porter and Dallin have been playing "surfing." (Porter holds one end of a rope and Dallin holds the other and they run around the house). Dallin calls Porter "sir" whenever they play.
christmas
Porter and Dallin had a nice Christmas this year. They were happy with everything they got and didn't make requests for new toys for almost a week (which is a big deal for kids who ask multiple times a day to go to Target, Toys-r-us, etc. to get a new toy). We also got to see family, which was very nice. Jacob came over that morning at the end of present opening. My family came a bit later for brunch, sledding, etc. We saw Erin and Isaac the next day. (Too bad I was too lazy to get out my camera and record any of these events).
one of our greatest gifts was the Christmas Pooh we received. She has spent all of her free time sitting under the Christmas.
Here are some present-opening pictures
Before Christmas, we went to see the Elves at Gardner Village,
met Santa at the mall,
one of our greatest gifts was the Christmas Pooh we received. She has spent all of her free time sitting under the Christmas.
Here are some present-opening pictures
Before Christmas, we went to see the Elves at Gardner Village,
met Santa at the mall, 
wore elf hats that we got from Santa,
and decorated Christmas cookies (this is Porter with, in his words, "the greatest cookie ever" which he decorated)
(Dad and a cool helper making the cookies)
Friday, January 1, 2010
way behind
These are some pictures from the boys birthday parties. At Porter's they all dressed as Scooby Doo characters
Dallin's birthday was at a bouncing house
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