Friday, January 30, 2009
"This is the best food ever!"
It isn't like I made anything special. It was chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries.
He must have been tasting the secret ingredient. (Love.)
Monday, January 26, 2009
"Tuesday," he said smiling.
He started singing Puff The Magic Dragon the other day. Where did he learn that? I didn't teach him. He often spells him name aloud and on paper. "c-o-r-b-a-n" or "c-o-r-b-n. Corban!" he says proudly.
He was so good to sit still for me tonight.
My kids teach me so much. Even when Corban upsetting her she still thanks him ("Thank you, brudder") when he gives her back her blanket or says he is sorry. She loves him so much. When he is at school she likes to ride in "brother's carseat" if we run errands. I will never forget the first time I intentionally split them up- I tried to do a mommy/Corban date, but when I dropped off Isabelle with Laurelyn, Corban cried the entire way to the dollar movie, was only distracted for a bit, and then started asking for "sister" and we had to leave early to go get her.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
We are reading one book a month and then watching the corresponding movie.
Harry Potter and . . . (read by date)
(1) the Sorcerer's Stone 2/17
(2) the Chamber of Secrets 3/17
(3) the Prisoner of Azkaban 4/17
(4) the Goblet of Fire 5/17
(5) the Order of the Phoenix 6/17
(6) the Half-Blood Prince 7/17
(7) the Deathly Hallows
We will read the book and then watch the movie on (or around) the 17th of each month. After we see the 6th movie in theaters we will read book seven. If anyone one wants to reread the series and watch the movies with us please do. You can even join us for movie night if you want to skip the reading.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
He started and ended it normal, but the best part:
"Fank you a Daddy and Izzy. . . and Mommy. . . . . Fank you a doors and closets."
He likes to keep us on our toes.
Sorry, Mom about the lack of pictures. Soon.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
One story I need to write down so I don't forget:
I was sitting in the hall by Corban's room the other night and he was really struggling with the concept of staying in his bed. When he finally calmed down and stayed in place I heard him talking as he and stared at the stars on his ceiling . . .
"good night stars, goodnight closet, goodnight doggie, goodnight mess . . ."
I had to stifle the laughter. He went on saying goodnight to everything for a few minutes and then suddenly was alseep.
He is a riot. That same night he was instructing me on how to go to bed,
"lay down, close your eyes, relax, have good dreams."