Riding the Wave!

So it all started one day back in December when we were getting ready to go to Pack Meeting. I told Will the normal stuff like, "Get your socks and shoes and coat on and wash your face off..." and blah blah blah and then I added something atypical: "...and comb your hair!" We must have been in a hurry because I don't normally turn hair responsibilities over to kids under the age of 8. So I was delighted when Will came to me in his socks and shoes and coat and messy face with dripping wet hair. He told me excitedly, "I did it with a knife!" At first I freaked but then realized he couldn't remember the name of a comb and got it confused with a knife. Phew. Off we went to Pack Meeting where Will's hairdo was greeted with much appreciation from some of the other mothers. None of the fathers would notice something as important as a 4 year-old's first hairdo.

The weeks passed and Will got better and better at doing his hair with a knife and realized he could get it big and cool. The farther up it stuck and the fluffier it was, the better. It started drying in ways I didn't even know possible (and in ways I would have been so jealous of in the 8th grade!) and Will decided he was the awesomest thing on two legs. I'll just let the pictures speak a thousand words.

I AM the beef...

Here are two ways two of my kids have flattered me lately:

Will: We were reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar for a bedtime story and we got to the part where the hungry little caterpillar becomes a big fat caterpillar and Will stopped and asked me, "Was he as fat as you?"

Anne: I was getting dressed in my closet when Anne unexpectedly walked in on me and I shrieked and asked, "What are you doing?" She just answered, "Oh, I just came to put Dad's jeans away." She handed me my jeans and left.

Waahh.

Here's the beef...

So here are my favorite kids' quotes recently:

I noticed that Isaac had started to take his own initiative to shower lately. He was getting up early in the morning and showering, being careful to leave his wet towel lumped somewhere. After a few times of Isaac doing this, I noticed that the "kid shampoo" had been in my bathroom for the last week or two but Isaac had been showering in the other bathroom. Hum. So one time I asked him what he had been using to wash with when he showered? He answered casually, "Oh, a cryptus smoothie." Hum, how mysterious. I had to go peek at his secret cleaner and there is was: Suave Citrus Smoothie. Good enough. Now let's just hope he's been using the cryptus shampoo (that was hidden) and not the cryptus conditioner (that was out in plain sight).

Will helped me make some deliveries this month. I didn't do Visiting Teaching visits, but rather "drop-offs" and while we were out, we took some stuff to some people that had just had babies. Three-fourths of the way finished, Will got back into his seat and declared, "Mom, this is awesome!" I asked him, "What's so awesome, Will?" And he responded, "All this doing!"

But my favorite was when Will was helping me again, this time browning the hamburger and onions for the spaghetti sauce. After some of the grease had leaked out of the meat and it started to jump and spit, some of it splashed on to Will. Of course I did the whole, "Oh, Will, are you okay? I'm sorry you got burned!" And Will leaned into me and started rubbing my shoulder and back and reassured me, "Oh, it's okay Mom. I still love you anyway!"

Cream O Weber

So we haven't had cottage cheese forever! I don't know why, we're just not in the habit I guess. But the other day it sure looked good at the store so I got a big container of it. At home, I offered some to Will. He didn't remember "cottage cheese" by name but when I showed him some in a bowl, he got excited. He dug right in and declared, "This is good! It's made out of crumbs and milk, huh?"

I love taking showers...

...because when I get out I find little surprises. Like this:

Let's hear it for fine motor skills, Lilly!

Silly Rabbit!

Has it really been that long since I posted???

So I was thinking lately of (Great) Grandma Sykes and how she used to call us "honey lamb" sometimes. I decided to give it a try for fun. When I called Will "honey lamb" he looked at me weird. Lilly's turn. I was helping her out of the van when I told her, "Jump down, honey lamb." Lilly got mad and told me, "I'm Lilly. I'm honey rabbit!" I quickly agreed and was quickly puzzled. She does love that stuffed rabbit of hers, that must be it. Maybe.

Hum...

After a few minutes, it sunk in: what I usually call Lilly is "honey bunny"! No wonder she was so mad. Silly Mom.

The Ham

Okay, so I didn't do a post last week so I'd better do two this week, right? Well, mostly I need to do one because Will hasn't had his fair share of blogtime. (That sounds so lame.)

So I was reading over my journal from June of this year and found some grand stuff on Will and I couldn't decide which part to put in so I decided to put it all in! It starts with Father's Day:

Tonight I was putting Will down (David was gone—had two meetings on Father’s Day night! I had to swear about that!) and before I started singing to him while he was lying in bed I was softly kissing Will’s elbow. I was kind-of doing it absent-mindedly and not giving much thought to it until he took his arm away and started blowing fiercely on his arm, turning it over and over trying to get down to his elbow. “What are you doing?” I asked him. He answered, “Nothing… (pause) trying to get something off…kisses...I don’t like them on me.”

Sheesh, sorry.

So after Will sanitized his arm, I sang him the Nephi song, “I will go, I will do, the thing the Lord commands…” and then Will told me it was time for him to sing his song. What?? Will has never sung me a song. He’s just now saying the prayer by himself! So Will launched into his own beatiful one-lined song, “The thing is a predatory thing!” Ah, music to a mother’s ears.

Yesterday at 7 Peaks (I was at 7 Peaks alone with the 4 kids—Dave was at Youth Conference) I was in the wave pool with the kids and Will morphed into some kind of animal. (I never found out which kind of animal it actually was.) He started stalking around in the water, biting the waves with his mighty jaws and scooping up fish in what must have been claws. He came over to me and told me that he was Keek-cess and that I should watch how Keek-cess swam and caught fish which I did with much interest. I’m sure everyone around us found my Keek-cess son very interesting too.

Today after church Keek-cess returned. This time Keek-cess was jumping off the fireplace mantle. And at bedtime, Keek-cess had a new improved name that Will had to say four times to get right and I had to repeat eight times to get right: Keek-a-boo-cuss-es. I wonder if he will remember that in the morning? I guess that’s why I keep a journal.

June 19, 2007 Will held up four fingers, “What does this spell?” I answered, “Four?” He corrected me, “No…cinnamon roll!” Then he held up seven fingers, “What does this spell?” Anne added her two cents and she answered, “Ten!” Will got mad, “No! I’m spelling food!” He was pretty mad and added the correct answer, “Cereal.” Lastly he held up 10 fingers, “What does this spell?” Of course I was cluelss so he explained, “Oatmeal.” Good to know.





Also on 6/19 someone tooted and added, “Excuse me.” Will responded, “You’re welcome.”