Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Halloween '08 - Gouls, Goblins, Evil Jedi and Pop Stars

Well, Halloween has come and gone. This year, only one of the children did what was expected of them. For Elizabeth, the choice of going as Hannah Montana was not even really a choice. When we asked last month, the name spurted from her lips so fast it sounded more like "Hnamntna!".

The most important part of the above costume, according to the Squirrel, were the black boots (thanks Nana!) Beth has fallen in love with these boots. She wears them as often as she can now. On more than one occasion, she has even attempted to wear them to bed.

The surprising choice in costume came from David, the pacifist. He loves playing the hero and really loved the Iron Man movie this summer. His first choice was, of course, Iron Man. Well, that was before he got his hands on the costume catalog (thanks Nana!) After perusing the catalog, I am sad to report that my son was seduced by the Dark Side of the Force. The following picture says it all.

Pray for us.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Kids and Chores

One of the questions I get asked frequently when people find out that we are having twins is: "How are the other kids handling it?" The truth is that they are very excited.

Of course it means that they are having to make some changes in their lives. Some are big changes. For example, they are losing their private rooms. They are now going to be moving in together. Not a big deal for them, honestly. Since the summer break started, they have asked to camp out in each others' rooms most nights anyway. I think that level of enthusiasm may diminish once they are forced to really live in the same space, but we will see about that.

Another big change that is happening is with housework. Marcy is finding some tasks already harder to do just because of the fatigue that comes with two alien spore sacks growing in her womb. (It really is a miracle, isn't it?) So, we are doing what loving parents throughout the centuries have done: we are putting the kids to work.

The hardest part about asking for kids as young as David and Beth to do real housework is getting past the idea that housework is supposed to be fun. When you are a kid, anything that the grown-ups do looks like grand fun: driving the car, painting the house, cleaning the kitchen. When you are finally given the opportunity to do the work, you try and imitate what you have seen the grown-ups do. Once the fun of the imitation is over, it is time to throw down the cleaning rag and find something else to play with. It is a sad day in the lives of children when you realize that work is not always fun.

To help with this reality, we have tried to break down their chores into smaller bites. Simply telling an 8 year old to clean her room is not specific enough, we have found. Often the job is left incomplete. Of course, the child is disappointed when you fold your arms, look around the room, frown and say, "This isn't clean!" Because, honestly, in her 8 years of experience, trying really hard to get the room clean should count for something. So, I have spent a good deal of time going over all of the things that they need to do to get a particular room clean. We then wrote these down like a checklist so that they can focus on one thing (like making the bed) before moving on to another task.

I am hoping this will help to teach them not only how to clean up their rooms and really help out around the house but also how to organize large jobs into smaller jobs to make them easier to swallow. Who knows? Right now, house work is still fun and exciting. Man, I wish I could still think of it like that.

Fishing Trip with Grandad


David and I went on a trip to Lake Texoma with Marcy's dad, Mike. We went boating, fishing and rode around the water on Mike's new toys, a couple of neat jet-skis.

We left Friday night and set out trot lines right on the boat dock. We caught about half a dozen of the biggest catfish I had ever had the pleasure of being a part of catching. (There is a rumored curse over Bryant men and fishing, but that did not seem to damper our good fortune on this trip.) We eventually let most of the fish go, except for a couple of real silver beauties which we filleted and I cooked for the kids for dinner last night. Here is a look at a few of the monsters:

We slept in the forward cabin of Mike's boat and woke to a rather windy day on the lake. We took the boat out to a sheltered cove and swam in the lake. David, having recently gotten over his fear of diving, made some spectacular leaps from the back of the boat.

All-in-all, it was fabulous fun and some great male bonding time (yes, there was spitting involved, although it was less than copious).

Thanks again, Granddad for all the fun!