Dinner time is always an interesting time. Between reviewing the basics each night:
1. fold you hands to pray and don't start eating until we pray
2. use a napkin, not your shirt
3. sit at the table until we have all finished eating
to listening to our seven year old explain why each and every day manages to become "the worst day of my life", our dinners are never dull.
Tonight was no exception. As I sat back and listened to why today was, yet again, "the worst day of my life", or as I watched my napkin being absconded from my lap because Koby had already thrown his away and needed a new one (apparently going to get a new one for himself would have been asking WAY too much!), or listening to Ky complain of a belly ache and his inability to eat his dinner (until Dad excused him with the understanding that no dinner means no snack. Upon which Ky quickly returned to slurp down his noodles), I thought to myself, if I were being given grade on my parenting skills based this, I would definitely fail!
Yet it is in our darkest moments that we are often given a glimmer of hope. A moment. A moment that can make all the crud just disappear. Tonight was one of those moments. It began with a simple question and ended with a simple answer.
As we read through the devotional at the table, it prompted me to ask the boys, "Who sees and hears everything we say and do?" To which Ky responded without a moments hesitation, "Jesus and Obama!"
I love my kids! Moments like this help me to forget all that other stuff and just laugh!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
so long chipmunks!
Today was Ky's last day as a Chipmunk, last day of 3-year old preschool, and last day at KCDC.
first day of Preschool 9.8.09
last day of Preschool 6.2.10
He has grown a lot this year. He can write many of his ABC's, count to 100, and add and subtract basic facts. He loves to sing and loves to build. He loved being asked to be a helper at school so he could make a special stop by Aunt Shel's classroom for a quick "hello" or to try and get some candy from her. He made some new friends, went of some special field trips, and for the most part, enjoyed his time at school. He is looking forward to starting a new Preschool next year, but for now is excited to just have a little time off.
Samuel, Kyle and Ky
first day of Preschool 9.8.09
last day of Preschool 6.2.10
He has grown a lot this year. He can write many of his ABC's, count to 100, and add and subtract basic facts. He loves to sing and loves to build. He loved being asked to be a helper at school so he could make a special stop by Aunt Shel's classroom for a quick "hello" or to try and get some candy from her. He made some new friends, went of some special field trips, and for the most part, enjoyed his time at school. He is looking forward to starting a new Preschool next year, but for now is excited to just have a little time off.
Samuel, Kyle and Ky
Saturday, May 1, 2010
2 wheeling
He did it. He has been asking for about a week now to have his training wheels taken off. I tried to buy time, "remind me when dad gets home and we will ask him to take them off." He'd forget. The next day he would ask again. "Remind me when dad gets home and we will ask him to take them off."
The squeaky wheel gets the oil, and today, Ky got his training wheels taken off.
Kev took Ky outside and they practiced a few times in the grass, for safety purposes, and after about 10-15 minutes the boy was ready to ride!
As I type, Kev and Ky are on his first official two-wheeling bike ride down the street. I don't hear any cries for help, so at this point I am assuming the ride is going well. Hopefully my next post will not be titled "hospital"!
I think I am safe.
The squeaky wheel gets the oil, and today, Ky got his training wheels taken off.
Kev took Ky outside and they practiced a few times in the grass, for safety purposes, and after about 10-15 minutes the boy was ready to ride!
As I type, Kev and Ky are on his first official two-wheeling bike ride down the street. I don't hear any cries for help, so at this point I am assuming the ride is going well. Hopefully my next post will not be titled "hospital"!
I think I am safe.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
four
Ky celebrated his fourth birthday a few weeks ago and today went to the doctor for his 4 year well child appointment. I was so excited to find out his "stats" today, as the child has been growing like a weed and is currently wearing clothes that Koby wore in Kindergarten! People are often surprised when they ask him his age because he looks so much older than he really is.
With that being said, here are his four year old stats:
height: 45 1/4 inches...he is greater, greater than the 95 percentile
(koby was 42 inches at 4, he was 45 in. at age 5!)
weight: 45.2 lbs....he is greater than the 95 percentile
(koby was 37.4 lbs at age 4)
vision: 20/20 (left eye) 20/30 (right eye)
Dr. Rauwerda predicted that based on today's stats Ky could reach a height of 6'4". When kids are between 2-3 they try to estimate their adult height by a mathematical equation that is based on the height of the child's mom and dad. That estimation a few years ago was 6'3" and Dr. said it could vary by 2 inches. Therefore, we think Ky could end up in the 6'1" to 6'5" range. Wow!
Like Big Papa Chicago said, "I knew on the day Ky was born that this kid was going to be big just by looking at the size of his feet!"
Ky also received a whopping 5 shots today! We did not know there would be shots today, but once he heard the news, he was very brave. They administered two at a time and he did well with the first set (saying ouch, ouch, ouch) with the second set came a longer and louder ouch followed by the tears. The final shot was all tears. The nurse gave him a couple of band aids and a yo-yo for his bravery. That seemed to ease the pain a bit.
Right now he is napping, and growing!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
seedless oranges
Recently we bought a wonderful family devotional and have started reading it as a family after dinner each night. It's great because it has stories that the boys can relate to, even at 7 and 3. Although we sometimes wonder what, if anything, the boys are taking away with them each night, last night brought light to some of our wonderment.
We read about witnessing to others about Jesus. The little guy in the story did not feel comfortable talking to other kids about Jesus because none of the other kids at school talked about Him or if someone did, they were made fun of.
The boy needed to go to the store to buy oranges with seeds in them for a school project but became quickly frustrated when the grocery did not have them. He wondered how he was suppose to grow an orange tree without seeds. His mother then compared him to that seedless orange...a seedless Christian, not being willing to plant the seeds of the gospel.
So where am I going with this? Well, the devotional prompted us to talk about whether or not we scatter the "seed" of the Word of God. The boys and I realized that this was something we all could do a better job at. Later that night, Koby gave me a note:
"The Bible is true. I am telling you God is our Saviour"
Definitely not a seedless orange.
Ky received a special postcard in the mail today from Nama J, Aunt Shel, Kals, T, and little Jeongran, who spent last week together in Florida. He was so excited to get some mail and wanted to show it off!
We read about witnessing to others about Jesus. The little guy in the story did not feel comfortable talking to other kids about Jesus because none of the other kids at school talked about Him or if someone did, they were made fun of.
The boy needed to go to the store to buy oranges with seeds in them for a school project but became quickly frustrated when the grocery did not have them. He wondered how he was suppose to grow an orange tree without seeds. His mother then compared him to that seedless orange...a seedless Christian, not being willing to plant the seeds of the gospel.
So where am I going with this? Well, the devotional prompted us to talk about whether or not we scatter the "seed" of the Word of God. The boys and I realized that this was something we all could do a better job at. Later that night, Koby gave me a note:
"The Bible is true. I am telling you God is our Saviour"
Definitely not a seedless orange.
Ky received a special postcard in the mail today from Nama J, Aunt Shel, Kals, T, and little Jeongran, who spent last week together in Florida. He was so excited to get some mail and wanted to show it off!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
mom always says...
.....don't play ball in the house!
I can't tell you how many times I have said it. And yet the words no sooner leave my lips and the boys are right back at it, playing basketball in the house, using the walls as their hoop. Tonight, Koby had a first hand lesson in why this rule exists in almost every house across the country.
Exhibit A:
All I heard was a crash.
All I saw was a seven year old with a look of bewilderment on his face.
All I said was, "KOBY AUSTIN! THIS IS WHY I TELL YOU NOT TO PLAY BALL IN THE HOUSE! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I SAY THAT!(yada, yada, yada....I rambled for a few minutes on why parents have rules, why it is important to follow rules, Webster's definition of rules, and on, and on, and on...if you have children, I'm sure you can imagine the rant I was on)
Exhibits B, C, and D:
Koby ran upstairs, red-faced, and for once, speechless. A moment later, his wallet flew over the stairs (his non-verbal way of saying, "I broke it, I'll pay for it".)
We returned the wallet (and yes, all his money was still in there).
He retreated to his room once again and shortly after came down, apologized and gave me a peace offering he had hand-crafted while in his room:
A Build-a-Bear hanger decorated with stickers and pipe cleaner with a note attached that read, "I'm sorry I broke your fan"
Lesson learned.
Forgiveness granted.
20 minutes later, he was playing basketball again...
.....in the house!
I can't tell you how many times I have said it. And yet the words no sooner leave my lips and the boys are right back at it, playing basketball in the house, using the walls as their hoop. Tonight, Koby had a first hand lesson in why this rule exists in almost every house across the country.
Exhibit A:
All I heard was a crash.
All I saw was a seven year old with a look of bewilderment on his face.
All I said was, "KOBY AUSTIN! THIS IS WHY I TELL YOU NOT TO PLAY BALL IN THE HOUSE! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I SAY THAT!(yada, yada, yada....I rambled for a few minutes on why parents have rules, why it is important to follow rules, Webster's definition of rules, and on, and on, and on...if you have children, I'm sure you can imagine the rant I was on)
Exhibits B, C, and D:
Koby ran upstairs, red-faced, and for once, speechless. A moment later, his wallet flew over the stairs (his non-verbal way of saying, "I broke it, I'll pay for it".)
We returned the wallet (and yes, all his money was still in there).
He retreated to his room once again and shortly after came down, apologized and gave me a peace offering he had hand-crafted while in his room:
A Build-a-Bear hanger decorated with stickers and pipe cleaner with a note attached that read, "I'm sorry I broke your fan"
Lesson learned.
Forgiveness granted.
20 minutes later, he was playing basketball again...
.....in the house!
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