tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32852724869064910632011-07-07T22:04:33.605-07:00Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-43517859388338250212010-08-27T21:27:00.000-07:002010-08-27T22:00:55.826-07:00We were recently turned on to Letterboxing by some friends. If you've never heard of Letterboxing I'll give you the basic run down... Letterboxing is like geocaching only with rubber stamps. You have your own stamp and notebook. You look up locations on letterboxing.org and go find said letterbox where you will usually find a rubber stamp and notebook. You put your stamp (name and date optional) in their notebook and their stamp in your notebook. The locations can be hard to find with a code to decipher or easy to find with number of paces to step or easily understood clues within a clever story. <div><br /></div><div>This is the beginning of our letterbox diary...</div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/THiTxK0cRTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/e7uI8ZMmGHY/s320/Turtles+on+the+Rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510316617014986034" /><div>Our first Letterboxing adventure was fun. It was a story about a turtle that went to find </div><div>a spot to sun himself and at the spot where the story ends was supposed to be a stamp.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/THiSJki3KTI/AAAAAAAAAME/tyGK9J4Q7fw/s320/DSCN0189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510314837214177586" /><div>The story was fun, the hunt was a great break from the car but try as we might we could not find the stamp.</div><div><br /></div><div>This one was in Spokane Valley, Washington.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/THiS6ApA-hI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hLzUnVW3XwI/s320/First+Letter+Box.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510315669389900306" /></div><div><br /></div><div>So we hoped for a better find on the next hunt which ended up being on our way home on the last day of the trip.</div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/THiTbiAnGZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/f1qIc-l5_YY/s320/second+letter+box.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510316245282920850" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In Missoula, Montana, there is a <a href="http://www.fs.fed.us/fire/people/smokejumpers/missoula/">Smokejumper's Training Base and Visitor's Center. </a></div><div><br /></div><div>Our clues led us to</div><div> the corner of a replica of a look-out tower. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/THiUvhyu6AI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8gJfuJdOQxk/s320/second+letter+box+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510317688333723650" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What will we find?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/THiVIuA5uFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jvgK-8gnwl8/s320/second+letter+box4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510318121111107666" />We put this stamp in our books....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/THiXMf87oDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kkPfHpUP-xU/s320/SmokeJumpers+Logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510320385079091250" /></div><div><br /></div><div>(The one we found here was a hand carved stamp of the parachute and wings. Very cool!)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/THiVc9D8JXI/AAAAAAAAAM0/bXFDGl78gEY/s320/second+letter+box+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510318468747765106" /></div><div>... and put our stamps in this book with a note that said, "Grandson of a 25 year vet of a Wildland Firefighter."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>More letterboxing stories to come!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-4351785938833825021?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-59837294451802957622009-10-07T19:44:00.000-07:002009-10-07T19:49:10.623-07:00I haven't posted here in WAY too long. I have pictures to post and stories to write but this is something I have to get down before I forget.<div><br /></div><div>Right now we are living with my parents in Marysville Washington and while we are here we are helping out around the house. I help with... something, I promise. Logan helps with dishes and cooking and each night when we sit down to dinner the boys tell my mom and dad, "This is Dad's World Famous (fill-in-the-blank)." It doesn't matter if it is pork chops, chicken or french toast; it is both world renowned <i>and</i> delicious to them. </div><div><br /></div><div>They think very highly of their dad. Not only is his cooking fantastic but he is the rock of our family, they know it and they love him.</div><div><br /></div><div>So do I.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-5983729445180295762?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-52740233264405159742009-07-29T19:24:00.000-07:002009-07-29T19:34:30.865-07:00Tonight Kevin and Nolan made a zip-line in their room. First I should say that we took Kevin's bed down and put it on the floor (just for something different - which they love). So their beds are parallel now, which makes for longer giggle sessions at night. But tonight they took a rope that they play with often and tied it from the foot of Kevin's bed to the foot of Nolan's bed. Then we heard them sending their "buddies" (stuffed animals) down the zip-line and having a blast. <div><br /></div><div>After a firm warning about the dangers of hurting the family jewels on the zip-line, I returned to see Kevin upside down on his shoulders with his knees over the top of the rope. </div><div><br /></div><div>I walked away thankful for Aflac. I know I say that a lot, but if you have kids that often get hurt <i>and</i> Aflac, you know why I am thankful. </div><div><br /></div><div>Little adventures like this make me think a lot about what they will be like as teenagers and men. I wonder whether Kevin will be as daring as he is now or whether Nolan will ever take a chance. We joke that Nolan will be an engineer that builds a rocket and Kevin will be the pilot, but if their personalities remain the same, that's not much of an exaggeration. </div><div><br /></div><div>In this case, the adult version would be that Nolan would design a zip-line to install somewhere on our lodge property and Kevin would give the tours.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can just see it now. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-5274023326440515974?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-3173991677579355182009-06-02T12:29:00.001-07:002009-06-02T12:35:33.511-07:00On the way to church on Sunday we were talking in the car. Kevin asked, "Dad, could I eat an ant?" to which Logan replied, "...Well, I guess you could, buddy, but there are other things that would be better.... and so the conversation went...<div><br /></div><div>Kevin: Yeah... crickets... I heard you could eat crickets. </div><div><br /></div><div>Logan: You can eat crickets. There are other bugs you can eat too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin: Like what?</div><div><br /></div><div>Logan: Like grubs...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin making a face: Only with ranch.</div><div><br /></div><div>*snort* Logan: Yeah, buddy, I guess you could eat anything with ranch.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin: even rocks.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-317399167757935518?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-66848775683263481092009-05-19T08:03:00.001-07:002009-05-19T08:06:41.912-07:00This morning at the breakfast table we had a conversation about who would win in a fight between a buffalo and a gorilla. According to Kevin the buffalo would win because he has "those spiky things", he is bigger and he can run faster.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Glad that's settled.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-6684877568326348109?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-16237658418452938102009-05-18T17:18:00.000-07:002009-05-18T17:21:16.777-07:00Nolan and I had a picnic today. After finishing lunch he laid down beside me and nestled into me. He was so content and peaceful. And after a long moment he asked,<div><br /></div><div>"Mommy, when do we get to live with God?"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I cherish moments like that. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-1623765841845293810?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-60897353130613818102009-05-02T23:15:00.001-07:002009-05-02T23:18:08.216-07:00<div>As we were saying goodnight this evening Kevin decided to quiz me...</div><div><br /></div>"Mom"<div><br /></div><div>"Yeah, buddy."</div><div><br /></div><div>"What is the scariest part of a monster:</div><div>A: The Teeth</div><div>B: The Arms or </div><div>C: The Feet?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Uuuu... the teeth?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yep. You get a medal."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-6089735313061381810?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-78835930242423967312009-03-05T20:16:00.000-08:002009-03-05T20:32:17.399-08:00<div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Here is what Kevin created tonight. His first Lego Creation all by himself</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>From This</div><br /><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309925192921135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnw_Lwl0VIM/SbCk1Gv2OkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2O4ux6sJ3lw/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" /></p></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p>To this</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309926324280069394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnw_Lwl0VIM/SbCl29Y1jRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GXYJPbREx08/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>And....<br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309927052655400674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnw_Lwl0VIM/SbCmhWzDFuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u9HkQVaTm6Y/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p> </p><p>Did I mention he did it by himself</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-7883593024242396731?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06970005962883016102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-21967206089300545422009-02-10T09:19:00.001-08:002009-02-10T09:46:45.316-08:00Kevin began going to school yesterday at the Christian school adjacent to the college campus where we live... AND BOY WAS THAT A GOOD DAY!!!<div><br /></div><div>After several months of home schooling we finally decided that sending Kevin to school would be the best thing for our entire house hold for several reasons. </div><div><br /></div><div>From Kevin's perspective: I had so much fun! I played spies out at recess with the guys. WE HAVE TWO RECESSES! And I got to go to the library and we had reading... We did math and writing too... and I made this for you and Dad... Did you see my new book mark? It is a ice cream cone with lots of scoops. And we didn't have gym class today, that is on Friday. And my show and tell is on Wednesdays. This week is "S" week so I have to take something for show and tell that starts with the letter "S". Can I have a snack, Mom? I am so hungry....</div><div><br /></div><div>I am grateful beyond words at the opportunity to send him to a safe place to transition into the world of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">going</span> to school. Usually if anyone asks me how I feel about it I just start to cry. That's all I can do because I am so intensely grateful. So after just one day, I am happy that he has buddies to play with, that Nolan and I get to spend some time together, that there is enough capacity in my mind to give good attention to other things at our house &amp; in our church and that there is better opportunity for me to fulfill my job duties in a more complete way. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lord, thank you for providing this opportunity. Thank you..... Thank you.... Thank you....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-2196720608930054542?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-44752001206415284402008-11-19T15:43:00.000-08:002008-11-19T15:44:17.089-08:00Still waiting. That little guy must be making some marvelous changes...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-4475200120641528440?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-26969469107361432502008-10-29T07:44:00.001-07:002008-10-29T07:44:40.434-07:00Still waiting....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-2696946910736143250?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-4748357614950883802008-10-06T21:24:00.000-07:002008-10-06T21:45:36.498-07:00Here is our new pet. It eats leaves... well it use to. Now it just sits there and does what it was created by God to do. When God is finished inside this small little package we will have a new pet that we will let go and allow once again to do what it is created to do. The coolest thing is that the boys are getting to see that creation some times takes a while. What they started with is not what they will end up with. How many life lessons are there held in side this little package made by Bobby because something his creator placed inside him told him it was time. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnw_Lwl0VIM/SOrn4nRki8I/AAAAAAAAADk/94U9dC-C9Pw/s1600-h/IMG_0319-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnw_Lwl0VIM/SOrn4nRki8I/AAAAAAAAADk/94U9dC-C9Pw/s320/IMG_0319-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254266875082476482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>I've also concluded that whatever God does, that's the way it's going to be, always. No addition, no subtraction. God's done it and that's it. That's so we'll quit asking questions and simply worship in holy fear. Whatever was, is. Whatever will be, is. That's how it always is with God.</em><br />Ecclesiastes 3:14-15<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnw_Lwl0VIM/SOroQjeDtTI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8SmGHfZOhA/s1600-h/IMG_0359-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xnw_Lwl0VIM/SOroQjeDtTI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8SmGHfZOhA/s320/IMG_0359-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254267286377968946" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-474835761495088380?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06970005962883016102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-39978612823511436962008-10-01T13:00:00.000-07:002008-10-01T15:00:48.580-07:00I can't believe it's the beginning of October already!!<br /><br />Well, school has gotten off to a great start! Kevin and Nolan LOVE school and we are able to have class 5 days a week, which is more than I thought possible for our unique and busy schedule. But The LORD knows what we are capable of and continues to surprise me with the energy and ability needed to teach two excited little sponges.<br /><br />Kevin is reading simple words now and points out words that he sees where ever we go. He is so proud of his letter formation which takes considerable consentration for him. I didn't think I would ever be able to get him do consentrate on seat work, but he is showing remarkable improvement and all because <em>he</em> is seeing the accomplishments he is making.<br /><br />Nolan is working on tracing lines. He is easily frustrated which makes me consider what his learning style is. I haven't put my finger on it, but I know with time we will get it figured out. And, he is still 3, turning 4 in November. So I don't push him too hard. He is thirsty for learning though, so I manage to get him engaged in our math work and some of our phonics.<br /><br />We are including library time in our school work, which my mom knows is a challenge for me personally. But once again I have learned from her example and know the value of library time. So we go, and the boys love it, and that's what matters.<br /><br />My dad found a gigantic version of "Skippy Jon Jones" which Nolan asks me to read to him every day. I was nearly in tears when he brought it in last week when they came for a visit. I had the pleasure of reading it to our whole family at a gathering some time ago. It is a great memory that I cherish... not because I got to read a story to my family (aunts, uncles, cousins and such) but because everyone was listening and laughing and really enjoyed it. - So I read it to Nolan often. It's a great tradition.<br /><br />Kevin found a pet yesterday. I will let Logan post about that one. *smiling, shaking my head and sighing* ...boys...<br /><br />So there's an update. I hope your fall season has been as sunny as ours in more ways than one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-3997861282351143696?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-33686414600852046092008-08-18T21:42:00.000-07:002008-08-18T22:24:20.336-07:00Can you buy "The Olympics" on DVD? <div><br /></div><div>Some statements we have heard since the Olympics began...</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin: "I'm going to swim like Michael Phelps... Mommy, can I take a bath?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Mommy: "Kevin, the back of the couch is not the pummel-horse, honey, there are no handles."</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin: "WHAT?! You can go to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">the Olympics</span> and jump on the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">trampoline</span></span>?!"</div><div><br /></div><div><div>From the bathroom, "Mommy, I need a towel... well, maybe two towels..."</div><div><br /></div><div>Nolan: "Is Michael Phelps on?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin: "Watch Mommy, I can vault over the side of the couch!"<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Nolan: "No, I don't want to watch a movie, can we watch the olympics?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Nolan: "Watch Mommy, I can do a flip over."</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-3368641460085204609?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-3393316930382000652008-06-29T19:22:00.000-07:002008-06-29T19:26:34.588-07:00An "upside down" - also known as a somersault. <div><br /></div><div>If you don't remember something Nolan might say that you "got for" something.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-339331693038200065?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-45621435776638784392008-06-22T13:53:00.000-07:002008-06-22T14:03:59.540-07:00Here are a few recent "-isms" and funny quotes from our boys. I might be a little biased, but I think our kids are pretty funny...<div><br /></div><div>Nolan on pottying: "Mommy, I twinkled!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin on Harrison Ford's latest movie: "I want to see Indian-and-a-Jones."</div><div><br /></div><div>I've probably put this one on a blog already but it makes me laugh every time... When Nolan asks for chocolate milk (which he does for every meal) and we say he can have regular milk, he asks, "Well, can I have regular milk with chocolate in it?"</div><div><br /></div><div>After we got home from a week at Nana's Kevin promptly parked himself on top of our couch. He looked right at home. Logan said, "Buddy you've been waiting all week to sit on the top of the couch huh?" Kevin replied, "Yeah. If I sit on top of Nana's couch she will hang me up by my toes."<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>More later...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-4562143577663878439?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-31084486363752376542008-06-07T16:45:00.000-07:002008-06-07T17:14:22.761-07:00I realized that it has been a month since I posted here. A lot has taken place in the last month and we have been quite busy. Here are a few snapshots of the last month:<div><br /></div><div>Recently when asked his full name Nolan responded, "Noly-spinoly".</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin has become the biggest fan of movies he has never seen: Spider Man, Indiana Jones, Narnia and Pirates of the Caribbean. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nolan's soccer team and Kevin's soccer team played each other at the season's Championship game. Nolan's team won... He never played a single minute in any of the games. - Kevin played in every game we were here for. When he wasn't distracted by friends or the grass, he followed the ball around on the field pretty well. - I coached Nolan's team... I'm not sure how we made it through the season.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin's doctor told us at his (overdue) 5 year check that kids his age should watch only 30 minutes of TV a day. So we have severely limited the TV watching for everyone in the house. I was nervous about that but their imaginations and behavior have changed for the better. I see the benefits of it daily but I have seemed to loose hours out of the day in exchange for the changing of this tide.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a yard sale. When he was told that he could keep the money from the toys he sold he went crazy putting things in the "sell box". We stopped him when he tried to put his brother in the box. :) Just kidding.  But we had to stop him from putting nearly all of his toys in it. - He seems to be learning the value of earning money.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nolan was oblivious to the concept of a yard sale and got upset when people started walking away with his toys. But pizza and a movie made up for that. </div><div><br /></div><div>School has been coming along slowly but surely. Nolan can count to 45 and Kevin can read simple three letter words. It is amazing to me that I have been able to teach him that. Sometimes I don't think they are paying attention at all. And then they repeat the instructions I have given them or demonstrate a skill I've tried to teach them. - They are amazing.</div><div><br /></div><div>And today, our trip to the waterfront to tour a Navy ship was so fun! After getting out of line on a bathroom hunt we waited for about 30 minutes before being taken on the ship. Kevin was bouncy he was so excited and taken back by the sailors who greeted him. Nolan got to ring the bell in the helm of the ship. What great fun! - Then we climbed the stairs to the bridge over Saturday market and watched the Rose Festival Parade for a while. After that we ate greasy hot dogs for lunch and braved the crowded MAX line on the way home. Whew! What a great day!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today is the first day of vacation for us. What a great kick off. Next week we will be unplugged and as disconnected as possible. Catch you on the flip side!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-3108448636375237654?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-20528457330085538772008-05-07T15:08:00.001-07:002008-05-07T15:46:46.089-07:00We have  been visiting my family this week and staying at my parent's house. And as we are here I have discovered that I don't challenge my children to progress in their development enough. Nolan still needs help with his shoes and going potty. Kevin doesn't tie knots for the play things he straps on and interrupts conversations all too often. While I am positive my mom doesn't intend to make me feel any certain way I am acutely aware of these inabilities through their interactions with her and so I have been contemplating ways to urge my boys to move forward a bit, become more independent. - Of course the other half of my heart longs for them to stay little, but that is irrational and impossible, so I am doing my children no favors by allowing them to remain immature, right? <div><br /></div><div>I decided to surprise them with lunch at McDonald's today. We got there and got our food and went to sit down. The place I chose for us happened to be next to a young woman (I think) who is developmentally delayed. This person is an employee of McD's and asked several questions several times in a language style commonly associated with a 2 year old. Kevin responded marvelously by answering the questions over and over and over again while eating his food as quickly as possible without being rude. I was very proud of him for his manners and kindness. </div><div><br /></div><div>After we ate we moved to the play place that is three "stories" tall. You parents know what I'm talkin' about, this thing had three levels, two twisty slides, three places with steering wheels, and tower at the top. "SWEET!" was Kevin's exclamation as he entered the space and Nolan tagged right along. After a little while Nolan started to cry and despite my best efforts I could not coax him down. Another mom asked if I wanted her to go get him, to which I nearly replied, "Why, do you think I'm too fat to get up there?" but I didn't. - So up I went to get him and literally drag him down (because every parent knows how ridiculously difficult it is to do anything besides), all the while telling him that if he wanted to come back up he would have to do it himself because I was not climbing back up again to get him. "Okay Mama." - And we both sat and rested when we got to the bottom. - After a few minutes he wanted to get down and go again and I reminded him, "You have to do it by yourself, Nolan. I'm not climbing in to get you again." </div><div><br /></div><div>"Okay Mama," and off he went.</div><div><br /></div><div>The boys played for quite some time, 35 minutes or so and when I finally said it was time to go, Nolan happily started down the mountain... and then got stuck in the same spot as before. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sticking to my guns I told him he would need to slide down it just like before and he began to cry... not the whimpering "I don't want to" cry but the "I'm scared out of my mind and I can't get down" cry. </div><div><br /></div><div>With several other parents watching I tried for a long time to coax him down. I sent Kevin up to grab his feet and pull him down (no dice). I spoke in a very calm tone (as calm as one can sound in a super tall echoey area) and tried to get him to come down for TWENTY minutes. - I nearly decided to just sit there until he came down, but then I realized that it was drawing more attention than I care to be responsible for, and so I went in after him...again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nolan has been sleeping for almost two hours and I don't know if I will wake him up. He was exhausted by the end of it, as am I.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's time for my baby to become a kiddo. </div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-2052845733008553877?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-18143965765409973302008-04-09T11:07:00.000-07:002008-04-09T11:18:01.600-07:00Spam is a favorite dish of my husband and my son Kevin. They love to make it when mom isn't around because I can't stand the stuff. Usually they make it on a "man day" as they like to call it. They have particularly weird traditions for those times which I will neither understand nor divulge to protect the innocent. :) It's all good fun I'm sure, but it's weird.<div><br /></div><div>Spam is also a form of irritating communication from people you neither know or have interest in. I have gotten such comments on this blog, which stinks because it's a blog where I share the lives of my boys with my friends and family so that we can all feel a little bit closer. I don't know whether someone is taking the time to log onto public blogs one at a time or whether they have a sophisticated sort of way to do it to lots of blogs all at once. I don't really care which one it is, I would just love for it to stop happening to this blog. If any of my FRIENDS out there know how to help make that happen, I would love to know. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-1814396576540997330?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-30025223012479845742008-04-03T14:47:00.001-07:002008-04-03T14:49:50.413-07:00During a home schooling session I asked Kevin and Nolan: "How can you tell that it is spring?" <div><br /></div><div>Kevin replied, "The sun."</div><div><br /></div><div>"What does the sun do?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"It cares for us... and gives us light... and... it burns bugs when they come out to catch some sun."</div><div><br /></div><div>That's my boy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-3002522301247984574?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-13886739965920839312008-03-28T12:02:00.001-07:002008-03-28T12:06:50.012-07:00"Mom, What would happen if I barbecued a napkin?"<div><br /></div><div>Kevin asked me this question at lunch today and my mind immediately pictured him at 12 in the back yard of our home standing over our barbecue and holding a napkin. I nearly laughed out loud but he would not have known why and I didn't want him to think I was laughing at him. </div><div><br /></div><div>Still glad we have AFLAC.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-1388673996592083931?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-77687711280922327862008-03-21T11:19:00.001-07:002008-03-21T11:29:55.712-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/R-P8yDxeWQI/AAAAAAAAACw/ULAhnZbaldU/s1600-h/Nolan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180261933342677250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/R-P8yDxeWQI/AAAAAAAAACw/ULAhnZbaldU/s320/Nolan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Nolan liked cheering more than running but everyone needs an assistant right? His team won their first game. Nana, Papa and Kaytlyn were there in time to cheer him on... and hold him while his team played so I could keep coaching. We're working on the staying with the team and playing the game part.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/R-P8dzxeWPI/AAAAAAAAACo/2N34SIe3d3g/s1600-h/Kevin+on+the+field.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180261585450326258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQP6YVU9eCM/R-P8dzxeWPI/AAAAAAAAACo/2N34SIe3d3g/s320/Kevin+on+the+field.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Kevin ran with the purple shirts and tried to get to the ball. An eternal optimist he said, "Maybe next time I'll get to kick the ball." He is learning a lot about playing on a team. He has a great coach. I'll have to remind him to tell the yelling mom on the sidelines to stop coaching his team for him. - His team also won thier first game with Nana, Papa, Kaytlyn, Dad and the yelling mom to cheer him on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-7768771128092232786?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-21840372206319417722008-03-12T23:44:00.000-07:002008-03-12T23:50:40.341-07:00On Sunday our friend Kenli visited from Texas. When the boys saw her at PUMP it was like she had never left. Kevin sat by her in worship and when she came to have dinner with us Nolan promptly drug her out to the play ground and all over the play structures. ~ We had good conversation, a lot of laughs and took some great photos. The boys always seem to turn on the charm for her. <div><br /></div><div>Kenli, it was good to have you in our home again. I know you are not leaving until Saturday or something but we probably won't get to see you before you go. Come visit again soon! And have a good time in Amarillo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-2184037220631941772?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-54141360779947032262008-03-01T20:35:00.000-08:002008-03-01T20:37:10.033-08:00"Camel-ope": A sweet, juicy fruit with orange flesh and a greenish-grey rhine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-5414136077994703226?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-38809834880901336152008-02-08T08:12:00.001-08:002008-02-08T08:43:19.959-08:00While reviewing the letter "Ii" during our school time I asked Kevin to give me a sentence involving one of these words: indian, igloo, pig, ice, fire, icecream. This was his sentence:<br /><br />"The cowboy kills the indian who licks the icecream and kills the pig who lives in the igloo and sits by the fire melting the ice."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-3880983488090133615?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-83973637789698978652008-01-23T17:59:00.000-08:002008-01-25T09:08:41.645-08:00The Travelator... that's what it's called! Have you seen "American Gladiators" yet? It's a competition that requires great athletic prowess and extreme courage. And in this competition there is a segment in which the contestants run up a ramp moving the opposite direction that they want to go, up hill no less, and they have to grab the rope that is half way up the track to get themselves to the top.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well, evidently there is a "travelator" of child proportions at the play structure near our house. Kevin has been able to traverse this contraption with skill and strength that would blow competitors his age and size out of the water. But alas, on Wednesday the travelator got the best of him. With a tight grip on the chain he lost his footing and in about half a second he swung full circle and hit the play structure with a clang so loud I heard him hit from 20 feet away. Thinking he'd probably hit his shoulder I waited for just a second to watch him recover and go on his way. But he didn't. He came to me kind of dazed and said, "Ow Mom!"<br /><br />Then blood began to run down his face. I asked a friend to go in a building and get something and called Logan who seemed to be by my side in a matter of seconds. Thinking quickly he scooped Kevin up and took him to see someone on campus to try and determine whether we would need to take him to the ER or not.<br /><br />Evidently it was a tough day at the playground. Another kid apparently lost two teeth.<br /><br />But Kevin, the Gladiator, is already itching to get back to the playground. We'll probably go today.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-8397363778969897865?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-12037455114625527512008-01-13T08:12:00.000-08:002008-01-13T08:33:34.790-08:00Logan clicked through all of the channels this morning to find the weather forcast. Finding only stories about wrecks, rape and war he turned it off disappointed. I commented about the situation while Kevin walked over to the window.<br /><br />"Cloudy, Dad, no sun," he said.<br /><br />"Thanks buddy," I said with a laugh and turning to Logan I said, "There's your weather forcast."<br /><br />Logan commented on the intelligence of our son to which Kevin said, "My head is helping me."<br /><br />"Your head is helping you?"<br /><br />"Yep."<br /><br />Then he looked out the window again and looking at Logan said, "Foggy."<br /><br />Again with a chuckle I said, "There's your update."<br /><br />"Foggy?" Logan asked.<br /><br />"Yep. It's air that is fog that hides stuff. And when you go over here <em>(running over to the kitchen)</em> it moves over there. When you go over here <em>(running to the front door)</em> it moves over there. It hides stuff when you go through it."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-1203745511462552751?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-88931144202975672202007-12-24T13:12:00.000-08:002007-12-24T13:22:00.485-08:00The prayer from Kevin last night...<br /><br />Heavenly Father, thank you for this day... thank you for all that you done for us... please be with Mary and help her body to feel better... please help me to sleep good and keep bad dreams far, far away... please help me to make good choices and <em>please</em> help me get my mind off of those <em>presents... ... ... </em>and ...thank you for Jesus... amen.<br /><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-8893114420297567220?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-40001357130195025382007-11-30T19:25:00.000-08:002007-11-30T20:00:08.139-08:00About a year ago we were in the car headed somewhere and Kevin says, "Mom, I would really like some snow." It sounded like an order at a fast food joint. He was very matter of fact and when I didn't say anything he said again, "Mom, I really want it to snow." I responded with the standard parent answer, "Well, when it's cold enough and the rain freezes then maybe we'll get some snow." This wasn't good enough for Kevin and so he says, "No, Mom, I really want some snow." I responded at this point with an equal level of attitude, "Kevin, I do <em>not control the weather</em>." ~ He had to think about that for a second and then said, "You don't?"<br /><br /><br /><br />And so began our discussion (again) about how God is in control of all things... though I can see how this might be news to a little kid whose life is dictated to him by people twice his size. So we got that straightened out.<br /><br /><br /><br />Then a couple of weeks ago as we were travelling through heavy rain for a family outing Kevin seemed quiet and sort of sad. Logan asked Kevin about what was bothering him and he told us that he needed some sunshine. We talked to him about praying to God and letting him know about his desire for some rays. We also talked about how God knows what the earth needs so if it keeps raininng it doesn't mean that God isn't there or isn't listening, its that God knows just how to take care of his world and so we should be patient. So he prayed. And as we got to our destination we were struck with sunlight. It stayed sunny until we were on our way home.<br /><br /><br /><br />hm...<br /><br /><br /><br />Last week as we were again in the car on the way to a play date I heard from the back seat, "God, could you please make it sunny? We need some sunshine." I didn't say anything, but I was proud of him. And as we played strong rays of sunshine shone through the windows. - He noticed.<br /><br /><br /><br />And I'm not saying that God gives Kevin the weather he wants when he wants it. That would be silly, right? Well, now you can read an accurate account of the most recent weather event in our little family from my friend Kristi's blog. <a href="http://mylifethemusical.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-their-be-rejoicing.html">CLICK HERE</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-4000135713019502538?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-42349487342427997572007-11-12T21:20:00.000-08:002007-11-12T21:35:17.769-08:00On the way to Wal Mart tonight from the back seat came some questions. These are not abnormal questions... just a sampling of the ones we hear every day... Think if you can about how you would answer them. Sometimes, the simpler the better?<br /><br />Kevin: Dad, how do people make dirt?<br /><br />Dad: God makes dirt.<br /><br />Kevin: Dad, how do people make wood?<br /><br />Dad: God makes wood.<br /><br />Kevin: Dad, how do people make houses?<br /><br />Dad: Well, son, they take wood and they cut it ....<br /><br />What about snow?<br /><br />God makes snow.<br /><br />Silence for a moment...<br /><br />Kevin: It's kind of cloudy tonight.<br /><br />Yep, it's cloudy.<br /><br />Even though I can't see them I know the stars are there and even though I can't see it I know the moon is there. Just like God is always there.<br /><br />And so began the explanation of faith... That's faith, buddy. Faith is knowing that something is there even though you can't see it. We know that God is there, even though we never see him...<br /><br />What about snow?<br /><br />What do you mean?<br /><br />What is snow?<br /><br />Snow is frozen water.<br /><br />What about hell?<br /><br />WHAT?<br /><br />Hail, you know, hail.<br /><br />Breathing a sigh of releif... Hail is water that is frozen harder than snow.<br /><br />Does it hurt?<br /><br />I don't know...<br /><br />Really <em>really</em> big pieces hurt.<br /><br />Then getting out of the car and going into the store...<br /><br /><br />Dad, did you know that God followed us all the way up here and he'll follow us all the way home?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-4234948734242799757?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-89985184993061535872007-11-01T15:07:00.000-07:002007-11-01T16:15:56.318-07:00With Halloween safely behind us it crossed my mind this morning that I had better figure out how to ration the candy. We didn't collect all that much, but Nolan was determined to open and sample every piece in his bag. So I began with the rule that there would be "no candy until 10am". Sounds reasonable right? Well, we were out of the house at 10 so enforcing the rule took minimal effort. The question then was when the candy consumption could begin. So I quickly thought of the hard and fast rule of "no candy until after (fill-in-the-blank)" which at the time was lunch. After lunch we proceeded to our house where the sight of the candy bags nearly insighted a riot. Kevin had been wanting to try the "gummy bones" he was interested in and Nolan was still interested in sampling everything. And then a feeling of generosity swept over my children.<br /><br />"Mom, can I go down to the lobby and share my candy?" Kevin asked.<br /><br />With a feeling of dread that nap time would be ruined I reasoned with myself that generosity and kindness far outweighed the need for naps. So down we went, to share the candy, a kind of reverse trick or treating. And as always Nolan was four steps behind us, bound to do whatever his brother was doing, blissfully naive to the fact that soon his stash would not be sample-able. We gave out three or four pieces of candy and Kevin asked who else he could share with and the field trip began. Student after student smiled and said thank you to a small piece of candy handed to them by sticky hands and a big grin. "Hala-allawee," Nolan would say occasionally. Kevin would just stand in front of them, say, "...stop!", hand them candy and then go about his business.<br /><br />Then we got home. Whew!... no need for rationing or rules for the candy... and the best part is that it was their choice. They wanted to give it away... right? Yay for kindness! Yay for generosity! Yay for sharing! Yay for no more candy in the house! And then, the question...<br /><br />"Mom, when can I get more candy?"<br /><br />"Next year at Halloween."<br /><br />"Next <em>year</em>?" And then I felt it... you know what I'm talking about... that calm before the storm... that realization that made the lump in the throat... and the tears...<br /><br />All of a sudden the happiness of sharing and generosity was clouded by the sadness of the empty bags.<br /><br />All in all it turned out okay. Kevin understands that what he did was a good thing though he is still not happy about his candy being all gone. Nolan doesn't really know what's going on yet, he was still working on a sucker when we got home that he nursed along while he was giving all of his candy away. And I'm writing this down now so that when they are older we can look back on this event and reinforce the goodness of sharing.<br /><br />Scenes from the next episode: The effects of a sugar crash...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-8998518499306153587?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-68636321480038045252007-10-09T14:41:00.001-07:002007-10-09T14:47:36.301-07:00Kevin came out of his room last night in his typical hero garb: the sweats with the hole in the knee, a particular t-shirt he likes, his new bow fashioned out of a stick and some string, one white sock and one gray sock and one black glove. Logan asked him, "What are you looking for?" Looking around the room he said, "I don't want to be Luke Skywalker, I need to fight evil with <em>two</em> gloves."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-6863632148003804525?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-23851322600785964032007-09-29T09:10:00.000-07:002007-09-29T09:16:56.375-07:00After telling me about a dream in which he and his dad faught together and won against a particularly haneous bad guy Kevin went on to tell me that Dad going with him was like Aaron going with Moses (a bible story that we'd talked about the previous Sunday in Bible Class). And here is how the conversation progressed...<br /><br />Logan: Who was Aaron?<br /><br />Kevin: Moses' brother.<br /><br />Logan: Who did they have to talk to?<br /><br />Kevin: Pharoh.<br /><br />Logan: Why did Aaron go with Moses?<br /><br />Kevin: Because Moses was 'magining everyone in their underware and it was scaring him out of his mind!<br /><br /><em>That's my boy!</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-2385132260078596403?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-6147383132881523642007-09-15T09:29:00.000-07:002007-09-15T09:33:51.775-07:00The other day Kevin said something that made the rest of us (three) laugh out loud. This is not abnormal. He's one of the funniest kids I know. But I said, "Kevin you are so funny," to which he replied with a giggle in his voice, "Thanks Mom, you're not so bad yourself."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-614738313288152364?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-57544964872199928852007-09-04T10:21:00.000-07:002007-09-04T10:36:57.153-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The following is an excerpt from an email that I got from my sister about my nephew, Gavin. He is the coolest 3 year old I know.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><p style=""><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have to tell you we got honorable mention on the radio this morning.  Last night Mike was scheduled to dance with the dance team for Josh Grason and one other guy, (I don’t know country).   We thought it would be cute for Gavin to wear his wranglers which when we got to the fair we discovered were just a bit too big.  They kept falling down and just would not stay up. </span></span></p><p style=""><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p style=""><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We needed a belt, but of course we didn’t have one on hand.  I dug and dug and found a rubber snake at the bottom of his back pack.  So we looped that rubber snake through his belt loops, tied it into the front, and went with it.</span></span></p><p style=""><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p style=""><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">After the first singer began to sing, Icabod Cain from 94.1 came and sat down beside us.  He noticed the snake and just had to hear the story.  So we told him about it and this morning he told the story on the radio.  It was really cute, and he said good morning to Gavin on the radio.</span></span></p><p style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">WOO HOO GAVIN!!!</span></span></p></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-5754496487219992885?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-19254718326342567682007-08-24T21:34:00.000-07:002007-08-24T21:41:32.132-07:00I know that chocolate milk has great power over my boys. At one point Nolan traded me in for Jessie...<div><br /></div><div>"Mama, I have chockit milk?"</div><div>"No son, it's bed time." </div><div>"I want Jessie."</div><div>"Why, because you think she'll give you chocolate milk?"</div><div>"Yes."</div><div><br /></div><div>Today though I became fully aware of the power chocolate milk can have on a kid. Nolan had just come out of his room from nap time. And in true form he crawled up on my lap, snuggled me, and asked, "Mama, I have chockit milk?" And with that I heard Kevin rustle in the covers on my bed, take a deep breath and say..."Did someone say chocolate milk?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah. It took me a minute to stop laughing too. ~That kid is amazing. I know he hears everything we say but that is ridiculous. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Disclaimer: I believe that chocolate milk is one of the few frivolous pleasures in life that should not be kept from a child. But I do limit my children's intake of the wonderful substance. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-1925471832634256768?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-67572558177689209742007-07-25T08:18:00.000-07:002007-07-25T09:05:50.918-07:00In the car this morning...<br /><br /><br />Kevin singing...<br />"I know that Jesus is well and alive today,<br />He makes his home in my heart,<br />Never more will I be all alone since He<br />Promised me that we never would <span style="font-style:italic;">park</span>..."<br /><br />"Kevin, it's 'never would part'... Jesus promised that we never would have to be separated from him or his love."<br /><br />"Mom, do you remember at Nana's church... when they dipped those guys in water?"<br /><br />"Yes, that's called being baptized."<br /><br />"Why did they do that?"<br /><br />"Because those boys decided that they are ready to follow Jesus' teachings... they are ready to obey Him."<br /><br />"Will I be 'bantisted' when I am an older boy?"<br /><br />"If you choose to obey Jesus... if that's your choice."<br /><br />"That's my choice."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-6757255817768920974?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-34199692711755976232007-07-24T07:50:00.000-07:002007-07-24T08:07:43.179-07:00We recently had Logan's parents at our house for a visit. One early afternoon we went to Chucky Cheese's for lunch. I don't remember going there when I was little (though my dad thinks we did - and I believe him, I just don't remember). So when we walked in I was AMAZED. The marketing they have goin' there is incredible. They have pizza deals with pizza, drinks and tokens included in one of several options. Chucky is everywhere. Lights, moving parts and music are also everywhere. And somewhere along the line Kevin heard someone say, "If you've got one, you've got fun," which is a slogan to go with the tickets. Basically for ten bucks you can buy 30 tokens for which you might win 100-150 tickets which will "buy" you a toy from the "prize" counter that you could get at the dollar store and will end up in the garbage within a week... so you've thrown away 10 bucks.... BUT YOU HAD A GOOD TIME DOIN IT!!! Don't get me wrong. We had a good time. The pizza was good, the soda was endless, the games were a blast and we spent time together with our family. It was a good experience and as far as spending money goes, it wasn't a bad purchase. I digress... So Kevin hears someone say this slogan somewhere along the way because it came back around in the car a few days later...<br /><br />"Mom, can we go to Chucky Cheese again?"<br /><br />"Not today, son, that was a special treat that we'll only get to do once in a while."<br /><br />"It was fun, Mom. I liked the snow bike ride."<br /><br />"You rocked that game, Buddy."<br /><br />"We need to get more token money."<br /><br />"Yeah, when we go again."<br /><br />"If you've got one, you've got fun."<br /><br />End conversation as mom contemplates the marketing tools used at Chucky Cheese's...<br /><br /><br />Nolan-ism:<br />"Cheezy Jesus" : The place where you can eat pizza, play games, win prizes and have fun!! (Jesus not included in the price of the pizza.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-3419969271175597623?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-39812177564953764462007-07-13T14:54:00.000-07:002007-07-13T14:55:59.364-07:00"Peahpin" Definition: the color you get when you mix blue and red.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-3981217756495376446?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-21197750371998254942007-07-13T07:51:00.001-07:002007-07-13T08:29:22.306-07:00Some day Kevin is going to Africa. This is a fact that we have been aware of for about a year and a half. Ever since our friends, the Grauls, went to Africa Kevin has had his mind set on it. The animals, the land, the people. The fact that Egypt and Moses are <strong>REAL</strong> and that he could go there... they are all things he is <em>very</em> interested in. And our friends, Jessi, Elice and Tersa are headed there next summer.<br /><br /><br /><br />We were reminded of this fact this morning when he told a story about his bear ("Zaza") going to Africa...<br /><br /><br /><br />Zaza went to Wambiti, in Africa. It takes 4 days to get there and he saw all kinds of animals. Now he is done with his nap and he's getting packed to go again. Be sure to take the Spider Man playing cards, the blankie, a snack and a rope. All of the essentials. I don't think that Wambiti is a real place... (Jessi? Ike?) but whether it is or not, this boy (or his bear) goes to Africa in his head nearly every day.<br /><br />This reminds me of another Kevin/Africa story... This past school year he had the opportunity to raise money for an organization called Heifer International. You can purchase a number of animals in different flocks or herds to be sent to families in Africa and other parts of the world. They provide food and income for the family they are sent to. When we talked to Kevin about it there was no question in his mind about whether he would do it. And he faithfully and patiently sat in a common area on campus for several lunch periods and "asked" people for their change. Everyone was incredibly supportive. We planned to supplement for the cost of the flock Kevin chose to send but it wasn't necessary. Kevin raised enough money to send two orders of animals. - The only disappointment that he had was that he didn't get to take the animals to the people in Africa.<br /><br />He's going. Start saving your pennies.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-2119775037199825494?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-86989755677865482942007-07-09T21:47:00.000-07:002007-07-09T21:56:11.349-07:00I could teach my kid to swim, right? ~ I better not try... I haven't <em>really</em> swam since my sister and I got toted to the pool in Lynden to be thrown around by one of five uncles. - But Kevin is absolutely convinced that I should have him in lessons right NOW.<br /><br />"When are my swimming lessons, Mom?"<br /><br />"Are we going to that big pool with the swimming lessons today, Mom?"<br /><br />"I really need swimming lessons, Mom."<br /><br />"Can you call the pool and sign me up for swimming lessons, Mom?"<br /><br />Pick any of these questions (they are just the ones that I remember) and pretend that Kevin is asking them about 10 times per day.<br /><br />Should I explain the complexity of a budget to a four and a half year old? He just might be the kid to understand it, but how do you sum it up into three sentences or less?<br /><br />One thing is for sure; this kid is driven.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-8698975567786548294?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-12127927396031897412007-07-09T13:08:00.000-07:002007-07-09T13:27:37.056-07:00Nolan has been an interesting kid since the beginning. The <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> beginning of him was... a surprise. The having of him was... a struggle. The raising of him, I think, will be something of a miracle. - He's my little introvert with the strength of Bam Bam from the Flinstones. He is quite strong. But he just can't stay upright. This poor kid inheritted his mother's sense of balance. I feel quite sorry for him. - My mom said that she couldn't take me anywhere without bandaids. I fell down ALL of the time. - Now I know how she felt.<br /><br />I call him my little introvert because he'd rather be at home, in his room or at his table, by himself. He plays with Kevin but not like you'd expect. I'll have to write about that another time. And he definitely has his opinion about things but he is also very loving and very eager to please.<br /><br />Nolan didn't walk until he was 18 months... he could have, he just didn't care to. He doesn't drink juice... he'd rather be thirsty. He does not like it when his room, or the house for that matter, are messy. And he does not like crowds. Church on Sunday is about all he has ever been able to handle without getting agitated or weepy. And even now he usually snuggles into me and buries himself as much as possible under his Eeyore.<br /><br />I just don't know what to make of him. And I am not sure if I am doing the best job of mothering him. He is so very different from Kevin... I try not to treat them differently but they are so very different in personality...<br /><br />I try to think of what they are like... fire and ice or North and South... but that doesn't even do them justice. They are just different... like... an oak tree and a V-6 engine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-1212792739603189741?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-44825215808943842342007-07-06T19:07:00.000-07:002007-07-06T19:09:04.235-07:00"Mom... how many more days until Fire Works Day comes again?"<br /><br />"363 more days, Buddy."<br /><br />"Okay, Mom... Good night."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-4482521580894384234?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3285272486906491063.post-167306133329250302007-07-06T19:00:00.000-07:002007-07-06T19:04:34.486-07:00I have realized lately that I talk about my boys... A LOT!!! What can I say? They are great kids and I love to talk about them because they amaze me SO much every day. But... that's all I do when I'm with other people. At least that's how it seems to me. And while I know those around me care for my kids I'm not so sure everyone is as amazed as I am at them.<br /><br />So I thought I would share some of the things that I think are amazing on this blog. That way if you want to know about it, you can read here. If you don't want to... you'll be missing out, but my feelings won't be hurt. ...and I can talk about them all I want.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3285272486906491063-16730613332925030?l=mylittlesuperheros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10745095198491060149noreply@blogger.com0