Time as length

Speaking of abstract concepts like time...

A couple of years ago, the kids and I invented a way for them to better understand time which worked surprisingly well for them. I thought I'd pass it along in case any if y'all have younger kids. (Actually, I'm lying. This is less about me wanting to be helpful and more about me not wanting to be perceived as loony if you see me do it!)

Time is one of those kind of abstract concepts that my kids had a tough time grasping. And I think it is even harder now that we are not always surrounded by analog clocks. JJ especially needs ways for ideas to become concrete (just imagine our conversations about God!)

I started showing them time as a measurement of length. I arbitrarily picked 1 foot as the measurement of an hour because it is easy to estimate. Then it followed that a half-hour is 6 inches, and ten minutes is 2 inches.

When they ask how long something is, I just show them the distance between my fingers. I was surprised at how quickly they caught on to it!

Now that KK is able to tell time on a clock, she doesn't need the system anymore, but JJ still uses it quite frequently.

Oh, and a side note: don't teach them how to tell time until you have to. (Spoiler alert: it happens in grade 1, sigh ;). When mama's having a bad day and just! needs! bedtime! it's a lot harder to sneak the kids into bed early once they can read the clock. Just sayin'.

Conversations with JJ: In the Kitchen

I can't believe I missed out on recording two years worth of conversations with JJ. He comes up with the craziest questions and is never satisfied with a simple answer. He blows me away with how smart he is (always smarter than I think) and is only limited by his ability to communicate his ideas.

And he's funny. Ever since he was a baby, he's loved to make people laugh. One of my rewards for being his mommy is that he makes me laugh all the time. Well, not all the time. There are plenty of times when I'm very much not laughing, but let's not talk about that right now.

I love when he combines his brilliance with his funny.

JJ is also my little kitchen helper. Even as a baby he loved to sit in the kitchen and just watch me do my stuff. I found, and continue to find, that things go a lot better for everyone if I can find a way to include him in my work. (KK loves to cook with me too, but she also loves her alone time and this is one way I can get her some time to herself). Now that JJ is five, he is actually helpful. I love guiding his little hands and chatting with him as we cook.

So yesterday, we were baking bread. I decided to mess with him a little when we were measuring herbs, thyme specifically.

Me: This herb is called time. You know, like on the clock. This is what 'time' actually looks like.

JJ was fooled for a moment, confused for another moment, but then quickly realized I was joking.

We started measuring out parsley and he got a little smirk on his face.

JJ: What's this one called, mommy? Gravity?

Brilliance + funny. That's my JJ.

The walkers

JJ comes out of school with an insane amount of energy, excessive even for him. He is intense, and loud, and bouncy. So bouncy.

His teacher says he is perfectly behaved in class, so I assume that he is just letting it all out once he is with me. Lucky me. And I have a wee bit of a problem with sneaking treats when the kids aren't looking. So whenever the weather is decent, we've been walking the mile home from school.

Despite this excessive amount of energy, JJ spends the entire walk whining that he's toooooooo tiiiiiiiiirrrrired. It kind of drives me crazy too, but the sunshine makes me happy, so it all evens out.

Today was a beautiful, warm day. A walking day.

We were walking draaaaaagggging along, with grumpy whines ringing in my ears, when I had a brilliant idea. It happens sometimes.

Me: Hey kids! Why don't you pretend you are brother and sister and you are walking home from school?!

Kids: Yeah!!!

...And off they go running, kind of like this, except this was two years ago...

... And they happily pretend to walk home, all the way home.

Well, ok then. The end.

True confessions: mommy snacks

You know what's one thing I love about this house?

The kids' bedroom is on the top floor and the stairs come down right beside my kitchen. Which means that when I hear them coming down the stairs, I have just enough time to shove the ice cream carton back in the freezer before they catch me.

This one might also find itself on the list of top reasons that my weight loss has stalled...

Ramblings on my lack of fashion sense

I am not fashionable. No wait, it's worse than that. I am fashion deficient. When God was making me, he considered "dresses self nicely" and then tossed it aside and chose "good at sudoku puzzles" instead.

It's fine, really. Don't be sad for me. And don't feel that you need to reassure me that I dress ok. Most of the time it doesn't bother me. I wasn't even aware of fashion until I was 18 and a cute boy pointed out that maybe I should look at what other girls were wearing (because skinny jeans weren't in anymore) (That was 1998).

Most of the time, I don't need to be fashionable anyways. I need stretchy. I need holds-up-well-to-crawling-on-the-floor. I need hides-baby-boogers-well. I need no-interesting-parts-to-yank-on. I need washable. So my wardrobe is pretty plain, but it suits me fine for now. It's only when I dress up - and by 'dress up' I mean wear jeans and something that is more than one color - that I feel a little insecure about my wardrobe. And wish I had a stylist. (So much of my life could use a stylist, sigh...)

I always wondered when would I know it was time to stop shopping in the junior section. Would I know? Would I wake up one morning and declare, "I'm a grown up" and henceforth happily shop in ladies wear? Or would I get approached by security one day, "Ma'am? (I get that a lot) I need to see some ID..."

Well, it happened... It's time.

Last weekend, I took KK out for a little shopping trip. Other than a few maternity items, I haven't shopped for new clothes for myself for two years. Our budget has been tight and I can't justify the expense and honestly, even I can tell that I'm so far gone that there's no catching up. But I had a gift certificate, so back to the junior section I went. And that's when I knew.

Nothing appealed to me. Something had happened in the two-year shopping break I took - everything went 80's.

Now, I'm not saying that 80's styles are bad. I know some of y'all can wear that stuff and look pretty rad, but I did all that already, in the 80's and ok, yes, most of the 90's (not a fashion star, remember?) and I just can't do that again.

So I looked through and found a few basic pieces I liked (read: stretchy) and headed to the cashier. But the line was really long, so I headed to the grown-up's wear department to pay and found myself looking around at all the beautiful clothing there. I didn't used to think grown-up wear suited me.

And that's when I realized... It has happened. I am officially grown up and ready to leave the junior section behind... well, for me anyways.

The littlest nut

It's been so long since I was blogging regularly that the blog hasn't been introduced to our littlest nut.

 

Blog meet DD.

He was born at the end of May and, though we were nervous about returning to the baby stage, he has been our easiest baby to adjust to. It was like he just slid into our family and we carried on without a hiccup. I think we are a lot more settled into our roles as parents now, so it was easier this time around.

 

 

He was a challenging baby to nurse, because he is tongue-tied, but we got it figured out eventually. Now, he's a pro! Sleep was great for the first few months, but now we are having trouble getting him to sleep in his own bed. I know this time is very short though, so we are getting through it ok.

 

He's a pretty happy kid who spends his days banging things together, watching all the action in the house, and soaking in the love from his big bro and big sis. They are amazing with him and it is so much fun to watch him develop through their eyes.

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His arms are always flapping and his legs are always kicking. He has shown little interest in getting mobile, which is perfectly fine with me - he'll be a busy little dude when he gets walking! For now, he is perfectly content to sit with a few toys and watch us all do our stuff.

 

He's quite a talker and though we aren't convinced that he is using words yet, he babbles, yells, sings, and growls constantly.

 

We are so glad that we decided to add him to our family. It is wonderful to hold another little one in my arms and he has brought so much joy into our lives!

 

 

It's time...

I love coming back here from time to time to read back on our stories. I'm sad that there's a gap in our record but then I came across this post that I wrote three years ago, which made me feel better.

My goal was to focus on being mommy more. I'll never feel like I'm doing a good enough job, but as I look back over the last couple of years, I'm proud to see that I've been way more intentional about my parenting. I've been busy teaching my kids plenty of mundane, yet important life skills. Skills like cutting their own nails, doing up their seat belts, working out arguments, and wiping their own butts. (You may laugh, but seriously, that last one was a much bigger ordeal than it should've been. Back when JJ was 3, not even the fear that a bear had eaten mommy was enough to get him to wipe his own butt and get off the toilet to come check on me!)

My favorite part of the post I wrote three years ago is this:

When the kids look back on this period of time, and wonder why there aren't any stories or pictures, I hope I can say to them, it's because mommy was too busy playing with you, doing crafts, taking the time to adapt my chores so that you could help me, finding ways to involve you in preparing meals, jumping in rain puddles, making birthday cakes that you talked about for months afterward...

While I can't say I've been awesome at playing with them (anyone else find imaginative play difficult?) and we are sadly way behind on our rain puddle jumping, I have been doing crafts, adapting my chores, and including them with meal prep. The birthday cakes have been less than impressive, but we've made some pretty amazing pizzas together.

We've been working for at least 3 years teaching the kids chores. And we are finally seeing some payback. They now have a good list of chores that they are able to do on their own or with a small amount of supervision. And as a surprise bonus for me, I find myself with a small amount of free time and the desire to write again.

So after little dusting off of the blog (and it looks like we are missing a kid's picture on here!), I'll be back.

KK's flower and KK's grandma, Part II

(This is part II to a blog post I wrote in June about how KK's grandma flower mirrored what her grandma was going through. Go here to read it again and the rest of this post will make more sense.)

In July, we quite spontaneously decided to join Peanut-lover on his required trip back to Canada. My mom was still in the hospital recovering from her bone marrow transplant and I was eager to spend some time with her.

When we returned home to Baltimore, I noticed two things about KK's flower. First, her flower was dying, and second, JJ's flower had planted a seed right beside it in KK's pot. So we had a baby marigold growing beside a dying pansy.

It really really bothered me.

It also really bothered me that I let the dying plant affect me so much. It was just a plant, but I couldn't help but fear that the mirroring of my mom's recovery that I had recognized earlier was continuing in what I was seeing in that pot.

I tried to save that pansy, but it just kept getting weaker until not even the stake would hold it up.

(tears)

At 12:13 pm, Tuesday Aug 23, I got the call that turned my world upside down. Mom had developed incurable complications from her bone marrow transplant and we needed to get there as fast as we could. She was not expected to last the night.

We made it to her side at 3 am the next morning, after 18 hrs of agony, wailing, pleading with God, and fearing we wouldn't make it in time.

Mom defied the doctor's prediction and made it through that night and 3 more nights, surrounded and cared for by her family.

At 12:48 am Sunday Aug 28, mama left us. My brother, her husband and I were at her side when she took her last peaceful breath.

My brother and I, supporting each other through the hardest thing we've ever endured

Visiting mama's grave for the first time

Words can't adequately capture what the past 3 weeks have been like for me. It hasn't been pretty... but that is not what this story is about.

To be honest, I have had a really hard time being able to see through my all-surpassing grief to rejoice for her new life - free of suffering, sorrow and pain. I know it is true that she is experiencing wonders none of us could even imagine, but it is not something I have been able to focus my thoughts on for comfort or to aid in my healing.

But God is good. And God loves me. Even when I don't like or understand his ways. He has given me a reminder to keep me moving forward in the right direction.

Meet KK's grandma flower #2:

 - a new body, blooming with vibrant colors,

strong enough to stand on its own.

Just like you now, mama.

KK's flower and KK's grandma

I know I owe a huge update... there are so many amazing stories that have come with this move to Baltimore. This is just one of them.

KK and her Grandma

Most of you know that my mom has leukemia and had a stem cell transplant in April. She came out to see us in March, just before she was hospitalized. We were in the process of getting the garden started, so she bought the kids each an egg pot with flower seeds inside.

JJ's marigold grew one plant quickly. KK's was a few days behind, but soon we saw five little pansies pushing their way up through the soil. The kids were so excited to see the changes in their little plants each day!

At the same time, my mom was preparing for her transplant and her health was constantly on my mind, and in the kids' prayers. I was surprised to find myself ultra-sensitive about anything having to do with my mom.

Just before my mom was to have her transplant, Peanut-lover found me bawling at the kitchen sink. While closing my window, I had knocked KK's flower pot into the sink, where it had shattered.  Since this was a gift from my mom, I completely fell apart when I broke it.

I managed to find one little seedling in the sink that looked like it had a chance, and replanted it. But I didn't tell my little girl for a few days. I just hoped.

When I finally told KK what had happened, she was a little upset, but it looked like the little plant had a chance at survival, so she wasn't too concerned.

Though the stem of that little plant was broken, it somehow managed to survive.

KK's surving pansy

It didn't take KK long to see that her brother's flower was way ahead of her little broken flower. She tried to be happy for him when we found the first marigold bud, but I could see the disappointment when she looked at her little flower. It was still just a bent stem with a couple of leaves.

JJ's first marigold bud

So I told her that her little flower was like Grandma. Just as Grandma was broken and needed doctors to help her get better, her flower had been broken, but we rescued it and took care of it. Though its recovery would be slow, one day, her little flower would bloom. Just like Grandma.

Soon, instead of being jealous of her brother's marigold and its many blooms, she excitedly watched to see what would happen with her little flower.

Excited to see that her flower is growing!

This is as close as JJ would get to posing with his marigold

Earlier this week, I called her out to the deck:

Examining her pansy

 To see this:

First pansy bud!

 KK's Grandma flower was ready to bloom!

And now:



 But because this little flower was broken, it wants to grow like this:

 So, just like Grandma, we give it a little support. And in its own time, it has bloomed.

Soon, Grandma will too.



Conversations with JJ: Theological discussion I never thought I'd have

I know I totally need to write an update, but I've been sick since the beginning of November (yep 3 months!) so the whole idea kinda sorta really super duper overwhelms me right now. We moved to Baltimore. I'll tell you more later.

But for now...

A theological discussion I never thought I'd have:

Oh, but first, a little background....

JJ really likes bathroom, uh, stuff. And talking about it. His answer to most questions is "poop". A recent discussion with daddy for example:

JJ: Daddy, why people not like pee or poop?

Daddy: Well, they're kind of gross, buddy! People don't really like to talk about them.

JJ: Oh. But I really like them. I like talk about them.

So, consider yourself warned.....

JJ: Mommy, does Jesus poop?

Mommy: Um, well yes, he did when he was a man.

JJ: But he not now because he's a girl?

Mommy: Well no. He doesn't now because he's a spirit. He doesn't have a body anymore.

JJ (*confused look* which yeah, I totally get): Oh. Where was his potty?...

...and continue potty questions ad infinitum.

Peanut-lover may face some pretty intense theological questions in his role as a scientist, but nothing like what I face right here at home ;)