Thursday, February 27, 2014

He made it back for picture day! Phew!

Kindergarten has been a little rough for Jackson's immune system.  He has been more sick in the last few months since school started than he has in all 5 years leading up to kindergarten.  Poor guy.  In fact, he was sick the entire week of picture day last semester and they did NOT have a picture make-up day.  WHAT!?!?  Who doesn't have a school picture make-up day??  My child's school, that's who!  I was so disappointed that my little man wasn't going to have kindergarten pictures.  Until, that is, I got a letter in his weekly folder (last week) that informed me that class pictures were today, AND they would be taking individual pictures as well with packages that could be ordered when the proofs come in.  This news almost made me cry, I was that upset that he didn't get kindergarten pictures.  But then, my little man got a stomach virus that wouldn't go away the week of picture day- AAUUGGHH!  Seriously!?  But, thankfully, he stopped vomiting just in time to make it back to school for PICTURE DAY!!!  I'm so relieved and excited for his kindergarten picture day today!  And so was he!  He stopped anyone who would listen to him to ask them, "Do you want to see my smile for picture day!?!", to which every one (including strangers) sweetly replied, "Of course, I do!".  Thank goodness for patient staff and parents that indulged my 5 year old's request to share his handsome picture day smile.  He's so cute and sweet he makes his mama so proud.

Here is a sneak peak at my little man before school this morning-


And, of course, Austin needed to show off his "'cool picture day mile"-


Saturday, February 15, 2014

Love Day 2014

It's no secret that I LOVE Love Day!  So many nay sayers talk about how it's a made up, commercialized holiday.  blah blah blah.  I just ignore them.  Maybe it is made up, but if you're going to make up a holiday, sign me up for the day that celebrates all of those you love!  As for the commercialization, that's an individual choice- just like Christmas.  Each of us chooses to make it about gifts or about the "true meaning".  I don't care about gifts; in fact, I would much rather just get a loving note for Jim and my boys.  That's why I love Love Day.  It's a chance to tell those we love just how much we love them.  Not that we shouldn't every other day of the year, but shouldn't we celebrate Christ more than once a year?  We all intend to do be completely loving and Christlike all year long, but it's just not reality.  At least, it's not for me.

Sadly, this years Valentines kind of went the same as Christmas.  I'm still sick about half the week, add to that that this week was completely crazy with finals and life and yadda yadda yadda.  Heck, I didn't even have the desire or will-power to decorate this year, which is so totally unlike me.  So, again, I vow that next year will be better, but for now, here's how we did celebrate-

First, Jackson's class Valentines.  We chose to go with the "You blow me away, Valentine" theme.  We filled little baggies with a bottle of bubbles, a Blow Pop sucker, and some Cry Baby bubble gum.  Every thing fit perfectly, even the pre-made note for each baggie.  It looks like I planned it so perfectly, but it was sheer coincidence!  I mean... oh, the hours and hours I painstakingly put into make them look so perfect...



On actual Valentines Day I planned to write each boy and Jim a special letter letting them know just how much I loved them, but... I had a final the night before and I didn't think to do it ahead of time.  We did buy the boys a few things out of the dollar section at Target (which they loved!), and they were sent so many Valentines from all over the country from family and friends.  Thank you for all those that thought of our boys, they were so excited to read each one.  The kept saying, "What?!  We have more???".  They couldn't believe how many people love them.

Jim and the boys kinda went all out for me this year.  Jim bought me TWO dozen roses, and a box of chocolates, and the boys each gave me a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates- Dove chocolates, the only candy I can eat right now.  (Weird, I know.)  BUT the best surprise of all- Jim surprised me with a 4 day weekend at home!  I had no idea he took time off and I was THRILLED!  Best Love Day gift ever!  I, however, have misplaced Jim's Valentines card, I already admitted I didn't write him a sweet letter, and he was with me when I picked up some Zour candies and Mountain Dew- my gifts to him.  So, yeah, we were kind of crazy commercial this year, but it was a really good day.

Because Jim had the day off he got to attend Jackson's Love Day party at school!  We were in charge of the Love Day temporary tattoo table at the party.  Jim entertained the children and their parents with his "temporarily permanent" tattoo humor.  I have to admit he is pretty funny at times.  
I did catch a couple pictures of the boys playing and blowing bubbles at the party in-between my temporary tattoo artistry.




All in all, it was a good day despite our commercialized celebrations on this made-up, commercialized day.  I hope every one had a wonderful and LOVING Love Day!

Monday, February 3, 2014

Finally! Footie jammies for daddy!

Ever since I met Jim he has DESPERATELY wanted a pair of footie pajamas.  This ginormous man who is almost 6'4" has always dreamed of his own pair of footie jammies.  And then we had children.  Children who also love footie jammes and wear them all the time.  Needless to say, sick jealousy ensued.  I began to hear even more often how much Jim would really really love a pair of footie pajamas.

Well Christmas 2013 came around and I was determined to find or make the man some footie jammies.  Somehow, my mom found footie pajamas in Jim's size!!  Bless that woman!  Jim and I don't give Christmas gifts to one another (and it is a huge stress relief during a usually stressful season), but I was so excited to get him the surprise footie pajamas he has always dreamed of!  And then morning sickness set in; and well, we all know by now that I didn't get much accomplished last Christmas, so I never got around to ordering the beloved jammies.  I did, however, tell and show Jim what I found and secretly decided that I would get them for him for Valentines day.  Guess what came in the mail...


That's a happy man!  Unfortunately, now he's vowed to wear them during our hospital stay when baby #3 is born.  I apologize, in advance, Covenant Women and Children's...

All you need is a brother and a box

All moms and dads know that if you really want to entertain your child give them a box.  That's it.  Just a box.  But what's even better than a box?  A brother and a box!  ...so mommy and daddy don't have to do the pushing.  Ironically, Austin was better at pushing Jackson, that Jackson was at pushing his "little" brother.

Enjoy!


Only my son...

Recently, I was at a Relief Society meeting and I met a woman who also had 2 boys the same age as mine.  We were exchanging stories about our older sons misbehaving in school- which Jackson has been doing on a daily basis to his exhausted mother's dismay.  This woman told me about her son (Jackson's age, 5 or 6) who put his hand down the back of a little girl's pants at school because she bent over and he saw her butt crack.  I laughed and laughed with this fellow mom and her son's "adventures", while secretly grateful my son hasn't done something like that.  Yeah...

The. very. next. week- Jackson had a substitute at school for the first few days of the week.  We were super excited about this because every day he had the substitute he came home with the fantastic news that he had been on green all day, which means he'd made good choices all day and hadn't gotten into trouble.  HOORAY!!  Since the week before he was on yellow and red all flippin week. Sigh.  On Thursday, his teacher returns and this time when he comes home I find out that he had to go the principal's office.  WHAT!?!?  My son!?!?  I mean, he's a chatter and loves to giggle at the worst times possible, but to be sent to the principal's office does not sound like my child.  Turns out, while the substitute was teaching his class, he decided to pull down his pants and rub his bare butt on the floor.

Why?  Apparently he was trying to get a laugh.  Yeah, real funny...

Part of his discipline was to write an apology letter to his principal.  If you can't read it it says, "Dear Mrs. Bowman, I am sorry for pulling my pants down in class.  I'll never do it again.  Jackson"



The same week, Jim took Jackson to speech therapy and as they were leaving Jim was joking with Jackson and said something to the effect of, "you better watch it or I'll bop you on your noggin".  In a full waiting room of children, their parents, and some elderly grandparents, Jackson screams, "Yeah, cause your noggin is your penis!".  Jim quickly said, "um, no, no your noggin is your head, not your penis" but the damage had been done and this scene was already entertaining the very large audience in the waiting room.

After this "interesting" week, I can't help but shake my head and sigh while telling my husband, "You know, none of this would have happened if we had girls like I wanted".  Girls don't randomly decide to pull down their pants to rub their butts on the floor or stick their hands down an unsuspecting pair of pants.  Girls don't think noggins are penis'.  Girls don't find fart and poop jokes funny from toddlerhood into adulthood.  I was and still am a very "girly" girl and I always thought I would have girls.  I never imagined that I'd only have boys when I became a mother.  The thought never crossed my mind.  My boys give my patience a run for its money every day.  And honestly, I wouldn't change a thing.  Some day these stories will be funny; and I will miss hearing little giggles coming from their room at night because someone figured out a way to slip the word "poop" into a sentence.  Some day I will miss hearing the story of how they got the huge hole in their jeans at school for the second time in a week.  And some day their little tiny voices will be big, deep robust voices of the men they will grow up to be, and I will desperately long to hear their little boy voices say their prayers at night.  I don't know what I'm doing most of the time with my boys, but I can't imagine my life any differently.  I was born to be a mother of boys.