.: Good Friday

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Good Friday

Usually when I publish a post I read over what I've written to make sure it makes sense, and I do a spell check. From time to time I get Tony to proofread it, as I did with my last post 'The Angels Are Calling'. I trust Tony's proof-reading skills and usually go off to bed telling him to publish it when he's done. But, I think I need to fire Tony because I always end up with sentences such as "Tony organized a small service project to clean up their front yard (Tony since their Hometeacher)"! Of course it doesn't really matter as it's just a personal blog, but the perfectionist in me always cringes at my own writing errors.

Today is good Friday... the quietest day of the year when no one is working and all the shops are closed. Actually, Tony is working to do some catch up work while no one else is in the office. I am enjoying a day at home with the boys. Here I am blogging away, pretending that my house is peaceful and quiet, ignoring the fact that the TV is way too loud and there is fighting going on behind me. Actually, there is peace now as they've sorted the problem out themselves, and this post that I started creating earlier today has literally taken me 3/4 of a day!! About every other sentence I have had to stop typing to clean up a mess, clean out poopy pants, get food (at least 5 times!), hang out the washing, jump on the trampoline with Noah, answer the phone, vacuum up the spilt powder on the carpet (more snow for the trains), admire the lego creations and train track designs, help Ashton do some cutting, etc etc.

I've been really dedicated the past few weeks at walking in the evenings for 45 minutes. I like to take Noah with me and push him in the buggy as when I am walking up the hills it gives me a better work out and strengthens my arms. When we get back home Noah immediately tells me he needs to stretch (which of course he doesn't since he is pushed the whole time). Here is a cute photo of a little boy who loves to copy what his mummy does;

Ashton has been in school for 10 weeks now and yesterday we had his first parent/teacher interview. I am so relieved and happy that he is doing well at school and has such a fabulous teacher. His teacher (Mrs Davies) showed me a picture he coloured in and I think this is such a beautiful picture for a 5 year old.

Ashton loves to use every colour/crayon when he is doing a picture. His teacher gave me his collection of pictures during the first term so I have displayed them all on an artboard. Ashton is very proud of all his colouring-ins;

During the week, in our usual mad rush to get to school on time, everyone got in the car with their seat belts buckled up, only to discover the car wouldn't start due to a flat battery. Boy, I really take it for granted how nice it is to have a car that always starts and gets me so many places during the day. I called my friend Alice (the Balloonist) to tell her I'd be late getting to her place and she offered to take the boys to school for me. The boys were so excited to get a ride to school in her decorated 'balloon car';

While Ashton and Hayden were playing together this afternoon I got this cute photo of Noah lying on the couch with his dolls (he hardly ever plays with dolls, but for some reason this week he's taken a liking to them). Don't worry, he's very 'boyish' with them and although you can't see it in the first photo, one of the dolls has its arms and legs missing. Noah has been tossing the parts around the house!!!

A funny little story to finish off with:
A couple of Sunday's ago I made dinner for Caleb's family. I decided to make a chicken, broccoli casserole. It's a good thing I did because it turned out the family had been receiving way too much lasagne! I arrived at their house, but I stood by the car for awhile with the casserole on the front seat waiting for my friend Alice to arrive with her balloons. As I was waiting, the Bishop's wife, Nikki, came up to talk and 2 of her boys jumped in the back of my car to talk to my boys. As we were laughing and talking away (not paying too much attention to the boys) Nikki's oldest son aged 8 appeared from nowhere, and as quick as lightening took a running leap into the front seat of the car. Before we could say a word he had put his knee right in the middle of the casserole! About 20 seconds later after we'd gasped and checked out the damage, Nikki's second boy Nathan, age 7, literally flew from the back seat of the car to the front seat, planning on leaping out the front door, but in his quick haste didn't see the casserole and stood on it! By this point Bishop had approached the car, saw the look on our faces and the messed up casserole, and was shaking his head in embarrassment. It really ended up being quite a laugh because anyone who has boys can understand how something like that could happened. I think Caleb's family were hungry enough that they ate it anyway. I managed to grab a quick photo... for a knee and foot in it, it didn't look too bad.

2 comments:

Grandma's Cookie Jar said...: I am so impressed with how great Ashton colors and stays in the lines and his creativity with colors! He's a budding artist! The casserole story was hilarious! I'm sure it wasn't to you. It reminded me of a story when I decorated a book shaped cake and told Michelle (8yrs old) NOT to touch it. We were in the car and of course her 'fingers' made 'an impression'. I was none too happy! How silly of me! Your boys are healthy, lively and 'all boys'! Be grateful they are healthy and active. Our sweet angel Kirsten turned '20' today! Horray! :o); April 3, 2010 at 4:42 AM
Sandi N said...: Thanks for sharing all of these wonderful life stories with us. I can just picture Ashton in his "imaginative" outfits. His coloring is amazing for a boy much less a 5 year old. He has always been very artistic and inventive. I once took a caserole to church in one of those Molly Mormon Casserole Carriers and just as I got to the door of the church, the whole thing slipped out of the carrier and smashed (glass dish) on the sidewalk....that one was all my fault! Thanks for sharing your testimony, too! Love, Sandi; April 3, 2010 at 10:37 AM

Funny Comments

Ashton walking into the supermarket quietly whispers to himself: "Please can I have macaroni and cheese, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

Ashton: "I want to live with Jesus." Mummy: "Why?" Ashton: "Because he be nice to me and he gives me bread and water!"

Mummy, examining Ashton's legs, and thinking: My goodness, what hairy legs. Ashton, unimpressed with Mummy's examination, pulls away: "Don't touch them. I'm growing Daddy legs!"

Hayden gets upset at Ashton: "Right Ashton, that's it! I'm telling Jesus on you!"

Ashton with a cold: "I'm snotty as a piggy."

Hayden: "The sun is burning my eyeballs."

Hayden: "Mummy, how come your penis is missing?"

Hayden: "I get the bigger piece of cake because my skeleton is bigger."

Hayden (3yrs old) sees me get dressed in the morning and stares at my breasts with a confused look..."What thooooose be for???"

Hayden: "I don't want to finish my pizza, it's got blood all over it."

Hayden: "Ashton hit me in the heart."

Hayden learns the planets at Preschool: Mercury, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Penus!

Hayden (shopping with me and whining): "My brain hurts forever because you haven't buyed me anything."

QUOTES

Like the changing leaves of fall...My little boy is now a man.
--Author Unknown

Boys are God's way of telling you that your house is too neat!
--Author Unknown

There never has been, nor will there ever be, anything quite so special as the love between a mother and a son.
--Author Unknown

Boys are found everywhere - on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.
--Alan Marshall Beck

Something For A Giggle....

I Owe My Mother ....

My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE. "If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."

My mother taught me RELIGION. "You better pray that will come out of the carpet."

My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL. "If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"

My mother taught me LOGIC. " Because I said so, that's why."

My mother taught me MORE LOGIC. "If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."

My mother taught me FORESIGHT. "Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."

My mother taught me IRONY. "Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."

My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS. "Shut your mouth and eat your supper."

My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM. "Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"

My mother taught me about STAMINA. "You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."

My mother taught me about WEATHER. "This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."

My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY. "If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"

My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE. "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION. "Stop acting like your father!"

My mother taught me about ENVY. "There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."

My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION. "Just wait until we get home."

My mother taught me about RECEIVING. "You are going to get it when you get home!"

My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE. "If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way."

My mother taught me ESP. "Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"

My mother taught me HUMOR. "When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."

My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT. "If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

My mother taught me GENETICS. "You're just like your father."

My mother taught me about my ROOTS. "Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"

My mother taught me WISDOM. "When you get to be my age, you'll understand."

My mother taught me about JUSTICE. "One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!