Helping hands...

Aiden pretty much slept the whole day yesterday. He was fine before church, but fell asleep soon after Sacrament meeting started. Then I found out after church that he slept through nursery as well! Later we were at Grandma & Grandfather's house and he slept most of the time there too! He said he felt fine, but all that sleeping just isn't like my little Aidee, so we asked Grandfather and Uncle Marc to give him a Priesthood blessing. (Karam was at home.) I was sitting on the loveseat holding him on my lap while they administered to him. I was more than slightly amused when halfway through the blessing Chase (who was standing behind me on the loveseat) chose to join the circle by placing his hands on top of Grandfather's and Marc's! :D Someday he's going to make a great little Priesthood holder!

Anatomy 101

***Warning... "explicit" discussion... (between a 3 & 4 yr old)***

Conversation overheard (by me) between my 4 yr old niece, Madison and my 3 yr old son, Chase:

Madi: You have a penis?

Chase: Yes. You don't have a penis?

Madi: No, I have a jay-jay.

Chase: I don't have a jay-jay. Um, who cut 'it' off?

Madi: Um, the penis-guy, I guess.

Who knew there was one of those guys? I guess it only makes sense. ;)

Grandfather's apprentices

So, as I mentioned previously, my dad came over to replace our dishwasher. Aiden & Chase were ready and willing to lend a hand. They love working/ playing with Grandfather's "toodles" (as they call them... I'm sure it came from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse).

I'm sure it's not difficult at all to work with one child on your back and another elbowing his way into the cabinet right along side of you...

A few of the most amusing moments to me:

Grandfather: "Chase, you need to move so that I can see what I'm doing."

Chase: "But then I can't see."

Aiden: "Grandfather, you're in my way!"

Thankfully Grandfather is very patient and is teaching my boys how to be "handy". I know they'll appreciate it (and so will their mom and their wives...) when they get older! Thanks, Grandfather!

Brainless

So Grandfather came over today to replace my dishwasher... that's another post... and he needed a different size wrench than what he had so he went home to get one. Aiden & Chase insisted on accompanying him. They walked out the door, but Aiden promptly came back inside to say, "Bye, Mommy. I wuv you." I said, "Bye. I love you too." He asked, "You're not coming wiff us?" I said, "No." He asked, "You has a hegache?" I said, "Nope." He said, "What's in your head?" My quick, unthinking response, "Nothing." Um... Wait... That's not what I meant. He was already gone.

"I has a secret"

We went over to watch the Christmas Devotional at my parent's house tonight. When it was time to go, the boys decided they wanted to sleep over! Aiden tried once before but came home around 2 a.m. Chase has never even attempted it. They kept stalling me when I was leaving. They forgot to kiss me. They forgot to hug me. They forgot to wave. They forgot to say, "I love you." At one point, Aiden informed me that he had a secret and needed to tell me in my ear. So, I leaned over to listen. Then I thought I was leaving for sure until Aiden informed me, "I has another secret to tell you." I again bent over, lending my ear. He turned my head and said, "Not in your ear, in your mouth." As he put his lips to mine, I thought "the secret is a kiss", but NO! He started whispering in my mouth! I failed to hear what he was saying, either because my mouth "ears" weren't working or maybe I was just laughing too hard!

Seriously?!?

Anybody else out there who is a little sensitive about people talking about you behind their back? Is it really just me?!

When you feel like you've been doing your best at something (and feel like you've succeeded) but then find out that other people are saying how unorganized things are or whatever (completely unsolicited, behind your back), do you feel personally affronted?! Am I really the only person that is bothered by things like that?

When you walk into a room and people suddenly stop talking, and it's obvious they were talking about you, do you doubt their sincerity? Do you wonder what else they're saying about you?

When people "snub" you or someone you care about, do you care?

I feel like I'm so sensitive, and yet I just don't know how NOT to be offended by these "little" things. I just don't.

I'm not innocent. It's not like I NEVER gossip. It's not like I only say all good things about people. When I DO say something negative, it's about some way I've been wronged or something that has happened to me personally involving another person. Not that that's good or really "ok", it's just a little more "justified" to me than simply judging and critiquing people for no other reason that to criticize and find fault. Especially when they're nice and friendly to your face.

Perhaps I'm just the most insecure person I know. Maybe if you're super secure you really don't care what other people say or do or think. Then again, if you're super secure, I don't think you would feel the need to find fault with other people either. Not caring is probably the happier way to be... to be indifferent to the cruelty out there. I just know I'm not one of those people. I never have been. Maybe someday I will be. Maybe. Maybe it's better that way. Or maybe it's just insensitive. I don't know... Do you?! Am I really alone in this?!

Christmas past and present...

2005 (4 months)- "What? There's a stranger holding us? Hi Mom. Hi Grandma. Hi Grandfather." 2006 (16 months)- At least somebody's having fun... Santa, Grandfather?
2007 (28 months)- "Santa? What's the big deal? I like him... to talk to... just don't ask me to sit on his lap!"

2008 (3 yrs, 4mths)- My babies are really growing up! They will talk to Santa, sit on his lap, and even SMILE! (And what lovely smiles... even if I do say so myself!)

"THE" talk...

So this morning Chase hurt "himself" on the toilet. While he was complaining about the pain, he suddenly asked, "Mom, did you make these?" (talking about his ahem*** testicles*** lol) Before I could think of a response, he asked, "How did you make me?" The rest of the conversation went something like this:

Me: I grew you in my tummy.

Chase: How did I get in there?

Me: Well, mommies have eggs inside them and daddies have sperm. They get together and it creates a baby that grows in the mommy's tummy. (I borrowed this explanation from Staci.)

Chase: So I cracked?

Me: Huh? No... Wait, What?!

Chase: Well, I'm not in there anymore.

I guess it's only logical that the egg had to crack at some point, right?! The boy is ALWAYS thinkin'.

The curse strikes again...

I had to say that I was thankful to be able to watch Brayden, right?! Now his grandparents suddenly arrived for an extended stay and I'm no longer watching him... possibly for the whole month. Possibly forever. So, I take it all back. All that I said I was thankful for. I take it all back! What was I thinking?!? (I don't mean I'm no longer thankful... I just should've known not to say it out loud... or in writing... oh, you know what I mean!)