My kids are known for their random knowledge. They must get it from their daddy who knows EVERYTHING. Seriously...everything. My kids know every truck their is and more dinosaur names than most adults (can you identify a papsauralophus or a michelinasaurus?!). They know the city of every professional football team. Whenever we walk into the bank, the bank manager starts quizzing my kids by naming a city and waiting for them to name the NFL team. They can't be stumped. Even C, who just turned three. It's pretty crazy.
But the piece of knowledge they know that I deem "Most Random" is.... (drumroll).... the Chicago Bears fight song. I don't even remember how it started, but they insisted on figuring out the words to the Bears' fight song. (Yes, I know we don't live in Chicago, and we don't really root for the Bears.) So we youtube-d it. Now, we'll be walking in the grocery store or playing at the park and one of the boys will feel so full of Bears pride that he will start into the song as loud as possible.
"Bear down, Chicago Bears!
Make every play clear the way to victory.
Bear down, Chicago Bears!
Put up a fight with a might so fearlessly.
We'll never forget the way you thrilled the nation with your T-formation.
Bear down, Chicago Bears!
And let them know why you're wearing the crown!
You're the pride and joy of Illinois, Chicago Bears! Bear down!"
Next time you see them, ask them to sing it for you. It's pretty cute. And, just to put in my two sense, the Bears do have the best fight song. We youtube-d a few other teams' songs that they wanted to hear, and most of them were pretty bad.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Kids' Words
One of the things I love most about kids is how they say whatever is on their mind. There's no filter. Oh, the things they say! Their words can be funny:
Sitting down to dinner tonight, P put the bowls of chili in front of the boys, and they each lit up saying, "oh! Oh! OH!" like it was a plate of chocolate chip cookies.
Their words can be endearing and wise beyond their years:
C- "Mom, do you know how we can be like Jesus?"
Me- "How?"
C- "Helping you to believe in Jesus."
(not a bad answer for a three-year-old)
And their words can be stumping:
Out of nowhere, in the car last week, A said, "Mom... you know when we have more kids in our family? What color will they be? Do you think that they can have white skin like we do?" We ended up having a great conversation about how God paints with lots of different colors and how boring the world would be if it was only one color. We talked about how the way people look doesn't make any difference in their personalities, and we even hit on how the four of us have different eye color and hair color and that those things don't matter. But here I am a week later wondering where on Earth that question came from? What was working in his little mind that made him ask for siblings that have the same skin color as us? I didn't know it had even crossed his mind that they might NOT be the same color? Oh, how I would pay money to get a glimpse into his little mind to see how it works.
Sitting down to dinner tonight, P put the bowls of chili in front of the boys, and they each lit up saying, "oh! Oh! OH!" like it was a plate of chocolate chip cookies.
Their words can be endearing and wise beyond their years:
C- "Mom, do you know how we can be like Jesus?"
Me- "How?"
C- "Helping you to believe in Jesus."
(not a bad answer for a three-year-old)
And their words can be stumping:
Out of nowhere, in the car last week, A said, "Mom... you know when we have more kids in our family? What color will they be? Do you think that they can have white skin like we do?" We ended up having a great conversation about how God paints with lots of different colors and how boring the world would be if it was only one color. We talked about how the way people look doesn't make any difference in their personalities, and we even hit on how the four of us have different eye color and hair color and that those things don't matter. But here I am a week later wondering where on Earth that question came from? What was working in his little mind that made him ask for siblings that have the same skin color as us? I didn't know it had even crossed his mind that they might NOT be the same color? Oh, how I would pay money to get a glimpse into his little mind to see how it works.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Not so Terrible Twos
I think I might have posted something about this when A was this age, but I'm amazed again this time around.
The twos get a bad rap. They are dubbed "terrible twos" and as a first-time mom, I feared A's second bday expecting this overnight horror child. Maybe I'm the only mom that thinks this, but the twos weren't so bad. I actually liked the twos. They are learning so much. Language is growing exponentially and the words that come out of their mouth make me laugh so much.
Then, they turn three. As a mom, I breathe a sigh of relief that we've missed this horrible stage completely. But oh, the threes. My sweet little boy morphed overnight into a completely self-confident, independent kid, which would be great if he wasn't THREE. My little C now questions EVERYTHING I say, challenges EVERYTHING I ask him to do. I feel like I battle all day. One example.... for lunch, I made C a sandwich. PBH (Peanut Butter and Honey...what's not to like about that?). He's been a little picky lately, so I asked him if he would like me to take the crust off for him. His answer...
C-No.
So I bring him his plate.
C-No... no crust please.
He threw in the please, so I humor him and start taking off the crust.
C-(now getting more angry) NO! I want my crust! Put it back on! I want my crust!
I'm not one for much drama, so I put the crust on the plate, and move on to making my sandwich.
C-(now screaming) I don't want crust on my plate! I don't like crust! No crust!
Seriously! There is an internal need for three-year-olds to battle, and it is oh, so wearing on their mommas. We're not even one month into the "Trying Threes" and I'm wondering when this stage will end.
So what's a momma supposed to do? Breathe. Deep breaths. Pray for strength and wisdom. And pick the battles that are worth fighting. And realize that with everything, this is a stage. My sweet C will return someday... soon, I hope.
The twos get a bad rap. They are dubbed "terrible twos" and as a first-time mom, I feared A's second bday expecting this overnight horror child. Maybe I'm the only mom that thinks this, but the twos weren't so bad. I actually liked the twos. They are learning so much. Language is growing exponentially and the words that come out of their mouth make me laugh so much.
Then, they turn three. As a mom, I breathe a sigh of relief that we've missed this horrible stage completely. But oh, the threes. My sweet little boy morphed overnight into a completely self-confident, independent kid, which would be great if he wasn't THREE. My little C now questions EVERYTHING I say, challenges EVERYTHING I ask him to do. I feel like I battle all day. One example.... for lunch, I made C a sandwich. PBH (Peanut Butter and Honey...what's not to like about that?). He's been a little picky lately, so I asked him if he would like me to take the crust off for him. His answer...
C-No.
So I bring him his plate.
C-No... no crust please.
He threw in the please, so I humor him and start taking off the crust.
C-(now getting more angry) NO! I want my crust! Put it back on! I want my crust!
I'm not one for much drama, so I put the crust on the plate, and move on to making my sandwich.
C-(now screaming) I don't want crust on my plate! I don't like crust! No crust!
Seriously! There is an internal need for three-year-olds to battle, and it is oh, so wearing on their mommas. We're not even one month into the "Trying Threes" and I'm wondering when this stage will end.
So what's a momma supposed to do? Breathe. Deep breaths. Pray for strength and wisdom. And pick the battles that are worth fighting. And realize that with everything, this is a stage. My sweet C will return someday... soon, I hope.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Randomness
Yesterday it was 40 degrees... maybe warmer. If the ground wasn't so wet, I was going to take the boys for a scooter ride/walk around the neighborhood. Today. It's 20 degrees and the snowflakes are still slowly fluttering to the ground. I know I shouldn't complain. It is January, so 20 degrees is normal and expected. But to go from 40 to 20 over night is a little... shocking. So, "hello winter. I guess you finally decided to show up."
It's one of those days when I can not believe how slowly the clock is ticking. We have nothing planned. Nothing. So, I wanted to remind myself of a few things that I love:
-One of C's most used words is "cu-cuz" for because. Oh I love how sweet it sounds!
-When A is in a super sweet mood, he still calls me "momma". Melt my heart.
-I made hot chocolate the other day thinking it would be a fun treat. A's reaction "Mom, you don't make hot chocolate very good. Miss Kelly makes it better. That's cuz she makes it on the stove and you put it in the microwave. Maybe next time you should try it on the stove instead. Can I have warm vanilla instead?" Warm vanilla is basically just heated up milk. Yep... he turned down hot chocolate for warm milk. Wasn't hard for me to say "yes" to that one.
-My sweet, sweet friend M came over the other night for a glass of wine after the kids went down. We hadn't seen each other in awhile with the holidays, and it was so good to catch up. Two hours FLEW by. I couldn't believe how fast it went. After she left, I still had a whole list of things I wanted to ask her about. I love having the kind of friends that you could hang with for hours and love every minute.
-Gak. My kids are downstairs playing with Gak. It's a mixture of cornstarch and water. A weird half-solid-half-liquid kind of mixture. It's keeping them entertained long enough for me to take a short break. Love it.
It's one of those days when I can not believe how slowly the clock is ticking. We have nothing planned. Nothing. So, I wanted to remind myself of a few things that I love:
-One of C's most used words is "cu-cuz" for because. Oh I love how sweet it sounds!
-When A is in a super sweet mood, he still calls me "momma". Melt my heart.
-I made hot chocolate the other day thinking it would be a fun treat. A's reaction "Mom, you don't make hot chocolate very good. Miss Kelly makes it better. That's cuz she makes it on the stove and you put it in the microwave. Maybe next time you should try it on the stove instead. Can I have warm vanilla instead?" Warm vanilla is basically just heated up milk. Yep... he turned down hot chocolate for warm milk. Wasn't hard for me to say "yes" to that one.
-My sweet, sweet friend M came over the other night for a glass of wine after the kids went down. We hadn't seen each other in awhile with the holidays, and it was so good to catch up. Two hours FLEW by. I couldn't believe how fast it went. After she left, I still had a whole list of things I wanted to ask her about. I love having the kind of friends that you could hang with for hours and love every minute.
-Gak. My kids are downstairs playing with Gak. It's a mixture of cornstarch and water. A weird half-solid-half-liquid kind of mixture. It's keeping them entertained long enough for me to take a short break. Love it.
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