A story by Elise

The things you do for love...

Today I put on mascara right before Stephen got home so he would think I looked nice all day long.

I sang a song to Lincoln to help him fill his diaper this evening. (It didn't work)

I let Sammy beat me at Mancala. But not Mason. Sammy needed to win, Mason needs to learn to lose.

I let Elise have a foot bath and be with me during quiet time.

Where does he come up with this stuff?

Sammy: "Mommy, when you die you are going to turn into an angel. When I die I'm going to turn into a skeleton."

Sammy doesn't read yet

Me: "For they knew..."
Sammy: "I was just going to say that! 'For they knew...'"
Me: "...that the prophets..."
Sammy: "Argh. I was going to say that. [pause] What was I going to say?
Me: "...that the pro--"
Sammy: "I was going to say that! '...that the prophets...'
Pause
Sammy: "I forgot what it says."
Me: "...had testified..."
Sammy: "...had testified..."
Pause
Sammy: "I can't read that word."
Me: "...of..."
Sammy: "...of..."
Pause
Sammy: "You just say it and then I'll say it."
Me: "Sounds good."
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BONUS
Where is that scripture located?

Kisses

The other night after I tucked Mason in he called, "Hugs and kisses!" (this is a common phrase here--whenever the kids perceive someone is leaving--the room, the house, whatever--they call out "Hugs and kisses!" in varying tones of desperation). Anyhow, I went back for hugs and kisses.

Mason gave me Eskimo kisses, butterfly kisses, regular kisses and then asked, "What other kinds of kisses are there? Oh yeah! Lion kisses!" I leaned in (not knowing what lion kisses are), and he licked my cheek.

Lion kisses are now outlawed.

Mason's birthday wish list

• pipes
• a journal to write stories and draw pictures in
• electrons
• screws
• wood/house/wall paint 

The short-lived life of Sam the snowman

We had snow (again) on the ground this morning. When it snowed a couple of days ago, Mason wanted to make a snowman, but it was Sunday, so we didn't let him. This morning, however, was not Sunday, and this is what he came up with:

He built every bit of it himself, and named it "Sam". By the end of the day, Sam was defiant to the sun:

And now is a blob on the ground. It was nice knowin' you, old buddy.

I looked out my window, and what did I see?

It sure wasn't popcorn on my apple tree!!

Guest blogger...me!

I was asked to do a little write up on cloth diapering for a cute little blog...check it out!

Musical beds

Here's my last night...

10:30pm--I throw up and go to bed

3-4:45am--Mason wake up, needs to throw up but can't quite make it. I make a bed for him on my floor. No sooner do I get him down than Sammy comes upstairs screaming about a scary dream he had. I make a bed for him on the floor. I climb in bed. Stephen asks me to close the door because the little bit of light shining in kills his head (he hasn't been able to sleep because of a massive headache). I close the door and climb back into bed. Mason throws up into his bowl. I clean that up and get some water for him. I climb back in bed. Sammy wakes up again freaking out about another scary dream. I tell Stephen he should go to the boys' room because no one is there and maybe he can rest. He goes down to Sammy's bed. I put Sammy in Elise's bed, which wakes up Lincoln, so I bring him to my bed to nurse. I climb back in bed. Sammy comes in my room, still freaking out, and wants to get in his bed so he can turn on his light. Stephen comes back upstairs after being kicked out of bed by Sammy. I put Lincoln back in his bed. I get back in my bed and sleep until 6:30, when Lincoln is awake again. I nurse him and he is almost back to sleep when I have to get up for some reason. I climb back in bed and toss and turn until 9:30am. I am useless all day...hopefully this is just a 24-hour bug that we all have!

What a night...please everyone sleep tonight!!!