So Wednesday’s huh?

I’m sitting outside my boys door right now, as they take turns sneaking up to the door. They need to be sleeping, staying in bed, but I’ve already made threats and followed through with them so what else can I do but stand guard at the door?

By the way I just spent the last 25 minutes unlocking my own bedroom door which they so nicely locked me out of when I told them it was bedtime.  

 
I wish it was my bed time.
On today’s date in my planner I had written “Free Day!!!!” so promisingly. This meant that besides preschool pick up and drop off I had no engagements. I had big plans on organizing, cleaning and mostly working on paint touch ups and other fixes in the bathroom I had started in September. I thought the kids would play nicely downstairs and outside bothering me only for snacks and drinks.

I couldn’t have been more wrong because they never once went outside or downstairs. Every time I suggested it they would say “no I just want to be with you.” Sweet to a point. 

I barely got a single load of dishes done.

But we did do some yoga together!

And we did a big floor puzzle, well Harper did it while I cheered him on with hints.

They played nicely with toys together, then broke a glass and spilled my coffee.

Willem sang a Doc mcstuffins song 500 times.

I found them both in my bed where Chad was sleeping, reading in the dark. Willem was reading “Brown Bear Brown Bear” word for word but holding the book “Honk Honk Beep Beep.”

I didn’t put up a very big fight when Harper insisted on wearing his shirt backwards, even to preschool, and his boots on the wrong feet.

My free day wasn’t so free and that’s okay. It has to be. I’m greatful for my phone, the window to the world, my book I can hold and flip pages with one hand, my instant camera to capture random moments. I don’t know how moms before smart phones held it all together. 

My monkeys are still jumping on their beds- and today was a failure according to my plans- but I still loved it. Still greatful for my time with these boys. 

   
   

Did God Make Poop?

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Harper is just about to turn 5 and his brain is working full speed. He’s picking up social cues, learning the alphabet and digging into theology.

Harper has been asking a lot of questions about God. This is good, we want him to question, to learn and to put things together. This is also insanely annoying at times:

Mom did God make that bathtub? Why?

Mom did God make me? Why?

Mom did God make dirt? Why?

Mom did God glass? Why?

I try to treat each question with respect both to Harper wanting to learn and to God, not wanting to dismiss the importance nor the message that yes, God made everything or at least gave man the knowledge to make it.

Last night I asked Harper if he wanted to pray at bedtime. He said yes and continued on:

Dear Jesus. Mom did God make the sky?

Yes

Why?

To put something above us

Where does God live?

He is everywhere

No, like what city does God live in

Oh, He lives in heaven

Where is heaven?

It’s a special city that we go to live in when we die. Now Harper lets say prayers.

Okay. Does God make poop?

God gives us food and we eat the food and our bodies turn it to poop so kind of.

Does God make pee?

God gives us drinks and our bodies turn them into pee.

But, does God make potties?

Yes God makes potties.

This is the point where I’m not annoyed and pray for Harper over his questions because we just need to go to bed. I was able to stop the questions but only temporarily because the next morning he started asking more:

Mom why do we have to die?

Because we aren’t made to live on Earth forever in our bodies, that’s why we grow and get older.

But everyone has to die?

Yes eventually

Why?

Because God wants us to come live with Him in heaven.

Like your old grandpa? He’s in heaven with God?

(We stopped at my grandparents grave sight around Christmas and I had explained to Harper that they had died and what that meant)

Yes like my grandpa.

So when is that boy going to heaven?

What boy Harper?

That boy, my older cousin?

I don’t know. (and I don’t know what or who he was talking about, it’s slightly creepy but to be fair he’s had a lot of confusion about what exactly cousins are- he asked if a girl we walked by at target was his cousin… so who knows who or what he was referring to).

This has continued. I stopped writing this yesterday and of course at bed time there were more “did God make…” questions that I tried to have grace in answering but again told him it was time to be quiet. Even in playing he asks me if God or Santa made each toy. I’m hoping this “phase” (oh how I’ve loved that word as a parent) is almost over but if you have and quips to deal with 5 year old theology, please, please share it with me.

 

 

 

Christmas Letter 2015

I always thought I’d look forward to writing a Christmas letter, truth is I ended up loathing it. Just one more thing to send out in the snail mail. I’d have to write it up, analyze it, add photos, order prints, buy stamps… no thanks. That being said 2015 was a nice year despite some bumps (leak in the roof) and sadness (losing my grandmother) so I’ll recap for those who enjoy reading letters as they drift into the mail as I so moderately do.

Chad– Chad has made leaps and bounds in his career at Rapid City Regional Hospital. In July he was awarded Employee of the Month after only 15 months in his position and out of 10,000 employees. He also took a second position at the RAU or rapid admissions unit. He has really enjoyed the RAU and they have been good to him (he had all major holidays  off!) and now they are working on expanding the unit as well as giving the nurses more direct responsibilities making it an even better place to be for his career. Chad didn’t get to go mountain biking much, weather and schedule had a lot to do with this, but we did squeeze in a lot of family camping and time exploring the lakes on our stand up paddle board, he was also able to really dive back into climbing over the summer. As the weather cooled he was forced home more where he has been renovating a fort/swingset for the boys as well as house projects like a barn-wood bar and taking down kitchen cabinets for me.

Harper– Harper is in 2 preschools this year. He continues his communication preschool that he has been at since turning 3. His speech has come far and we are proud of his progress but we worry it has come too far: from a pretty much non-verbal child to one who rarely knows how to be quiet and has picked up a couple not-so-nice words. He has also started a private preschool in order to further help him prep for kindergarden, he loves this preschool and refers to it as “big preschool” where he gets turns at being captain, gets to go on field trips and plenty of time to play outside. He has made many friends this year in his preschools as well as at church. He even has one friend that is a girl (Harper is not a big fan of girls for those that don’t know) he sometimes refers to her as his “girlfriend” and other times as his “sister.”

Willem– Willem has been the epitome of a two-year old. He’s sassy and smart. In November he potty trained so that’s big news. He loves following Harper around, doing whatever Harper is doing and eventually hitting Harper. Luckily he is very laid back still and will just hang out with me. We’ve really enjoyed our alone time together while Harper is at preschool. Every day as soon as we drop Harper off Willem orders me to go to the grocery store, he just likes getting to do things alone with me I think. Well, that and it’s a store full of food.

Me– Maybe this is why I hate writing Christmas letters, what do I write about myself? 2015 was great? It kind of was, the camping and paddle boarding was great, I loved really stepping into the role of stay at home mom including all the drop offs, soccer games and tons of trips to the park. In May I took the boys to Arizona then to Mississippi to see my mother get married. We had a great time, a total adventure including a early morning ER run and both boys seeing the ocean for the first time. I started remodeling the bathroom and hope to finish it in 2016 (haha). I finished painting the interior of our house (though now it needs a lot of touch ups thanks to some boys scratching off paint on almost every wall upstairs). Obviously I’ve spent half of the year pregnant so I definitely slowed down a lot. My garden was originally destroyed by an early hail storm but we replanted and still had some success, learned from some mistakes.

All in all a good year for us. Looking forward we see Harper turning 5! And myself turning 30! Yikes. And of course welcoming a new baby boy, names still pending. Once it warms up we will spend even more time in the forest, at the lake, letting the boys get dirty and muddy but until then we still have plenty to do and prep for in our little Main Street house.

If you took the time to read yet another mundane Christmas letter then I’ll at least wish you a Happy New Year, may your 2016 be filled with caffeine (because it rhymes, and coffee is good).