Beth loves to have conversations with people. She will do whatever she can to come up with things to say. Sometimes it's hard for a 2-year-old to think of things to talk to grown-ups about. When Chris gets home from work, she'll follow him around asking him things like, "Are those your keys?" Yes, Beth. They are.
Yesterday, Beth was attempting to chat with Grandma and Grandpa. She looked at Grandpa and said, "Are you standing there?" Yes, Beth. He was.
Last week, Beth was enjoying a lengthy conversation with her 15-year-old cousin, Jamison. He was really cute interacting with her. Beth, apparently, ran out of things to say. She said, "I have a rash on my bottom." Jamison just looked at her. He had no idea how to respond. So Beth repeated it. (You have to respond to Beth or she just repeats the sentence over and over.) Finally, after she informed him of said rash the third time, Jamison said, "Cool." And Beth was satisfied.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
A little bit of Nathan...
Yesterday, Nathan and Sarah were in some sort of mood. It was not a fun mood. I think the word annoying is appropriate, but a little tame. We could not get them to calm down for bed--or for anything. I thought I would go crazy.
The two of them were in the bathroom brushing their teeth. Nathan was making these weird squawking sounds at the top of his lungs. He has very loud lungs. (Why don't we call a whisper talking at the bottom of our lungs? Just wondering.) I was at the end of my rope. I marched in the bathroom and Nathan got in BIG trouble. He was shocked. He was stunned. He was stupified. He said, "But Mom, I was the funny one." Oh, so it's not annoying. It's funny. My bad.
And then today: Nathan came upstairs to tell me that Sarah had hidden one of his toys. I said I would go down to solve the problem if he would take care of Beth in the bath. This consists of his watching her to make sure her face doesn't go under the water. If she goes under, he yells loudly. I came back upstairs and overheard Nathan saying, "So...is your day going well?"
Beth said, "Yes," and the polite conversation was ended. I thought it was funny anyway.
The two of them were in the bathroom brushing their teeth. Nathan was making these weird squawking sounds at the top of his lungs. He has very loud lungs. (Why don't we call a whisper talking at the bottom of our lungs? Just wondering.) I was at the end of my rope. I marched in the bathroom and Nathan got in BIG trouble. He was shocked. He was stunned. He was stupified. He said, "But Mom, I was the funny one." Oh, so it's not annoying. It's funny. My bad.
And then today: Nathan came upstairs to tell me that Sarah had hidden one of his toys. I said I would go down to solve the problem if he would take care of Beth in the bath. This consists of his watching her to make sure her face doesn't go under the water. If she goes under, he yells loudly. I came back upstairs and overheard Nathan saying, "So...is your day going well?"
Beth said, "Yes," and the polite conversation was ended. I thought it was funny anyway.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Where was I when this was going on?
Sarah likes to take pictures. She got the camera the other day and boy, did they have some fun! They acted out fighting scenes...here you watch it. (By the way, apparently I needed to do some laundry. Everyone dressed themselves. I am now aware of our family weakness: matching. We will forgo phonics and math on Monday to work on fashion. It is a desparate situation.)
Oh, to make it work most wonderfully, you will need to turn up the volume on your computer. But you will also need to scroll to the bottom of my blog and turn off my playlist. I could remove the playlist, but I like it. This music makes me happy.
Oh, to make it work most wonderfully, you will need to turn up the volume on your computer. But you will also need to scroll to the bottom of my blog and turn off my playlist. I could remove the playlist, but I like it. This music makes me happy.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
From the past...
So, I was searching my e-mails trying to find a message from my friend, Neal, wherein he taught me some stuff about how to use Windows Movie Maker. I can't find it. But I did find this story I sent to my brother, Jacob. It's still funny a year later. Shall I share? (Originally written 25 July 2008.)
We felt like we should do something extraordinary to celebrate Pioneer Day last night (Chris had to work during the day), but we were too tired and hot to go out of our house. Instead, we watched a family movie: Return of the Jedi. In the past, when Chris has shown the kids Star Wars movies, he has carefully selected certain parts of the show--not editing for content, just to make it shorter. I suggested that we, for the first time, let the children see the whole movie. As it started, I couldn't get into it. So, I picked up a book. I watched and read and read and watched. Then I started wondering, have I outgrown Star Wars? Is it possible that I, Megan, could no longer get excited by Han Solo mistakenly knocking Boba Fett into the Tarlac Pit? I was a little saddened to think that I could be maturing. Afterall, I still get a laugh out of Homer and Bart. (But only when the kids aren't watching. That way, I can maintain my hypocritical self-righteous horror at the crassness and inappropriateness of the show.)
Anyway . . . the movie progressed towards the end. I looked up from my book during what used to be my favorite scene of all time, in all movies:
"Now... go, my son. Leave me."
"No. You're coming with me. I'll not leave you here, I've got to save you."
"You already... have, Luke. You were right. You were right about me. Tell your sister... you were right."
I felt my eyes fill with tears despite myself. And I couldn't help but think, "I've still got it." I think I'll be a fanatical fan until my dying day. Well, that's all.
We felt like we should do something extraordinary to celebrate Pioneer Day last night (Chris had to work during the day), but we were too tired and hot to go out of our house. Instead, we watched a family movie: Return of the Jedi. In the past, when Chris has shown the kids Star Wars movies, he has carefully selected certain parts of the show--not editing for content, just to make it shorter. I suggested that we, for the first time, let the children see the whole movie. As it started, I couldn't get into it. So, I picked up a book. I watched and read and read and watched. Then I started wondering, have I outgrown Star Wars? Is it possible that I, Megan, could no longer get excited by Han Solo mistakenly knocking Boba Fett into the Tarlac Pit? I was a little saddened to think that I could be maturing. Afterall, I still get a laugh out of Homer and Bart. (But only when the kids aren't watching. That way, I can maintain my hypocritical self-righteous horror at the crassness and inappropriateness of the show.)
Anyway . . . the movie progressed towards the end. I looked up from my book during what used to be my favorite scene of all time, in all movies:
"Now... go, my son. Leave me."
"No. You're coming with me. I'll not leave you here, I've got to save you."
"You already... have, Luke. You were right. You were right about me. Tell your sister... you were right."
I felt my eyes fill with tears despite myself. And I couldn't help but think, "I've still got it." I think I'll be a fanatical fan until my dying day. Well, that's all.
Albion Basin
On Monday evening, we went with a few other families to hike to Cecret Lake in Albion Basin in Little Cottonwood Canyon. Late July is wildflower season in that area. I've been there before but not for several years. Now I think I have to make a habit of going there every year at this time. I'm a big fan of wildflowers. Utah doesn't always seem to have the brightest and fullest array of flowers. But in one way, it makes me appreciate more every little flower. I took some photos. Photos can't really capture the beauty...but that's the way it is with life.
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