Friday, May 30, 2008
While in his room he is screaming from his perch in his loft bed because he lost a ticket for hitting his sister, and lost more by waking up his brother with his screaming. Wails of I don't want to lose tickets, give them back, whine, whine, scream, whine whine....ok, you get the pattern.
I can hear him start talking to himself and wonder what he is up to. The usual, my mommy is mean, I don't like her, I want my dad talk. But, wait a minute, yes, could it be...a new one. Jaxen has decided he is going to run away.
I walk into his room to see him swiftly packing up his beloved toys in his backpack. I ask what he is doing, and he matter of factly tells me that he is running away. I wonder if I should give Diane a call, because Grant's house is where he plans on staying. He then grabs another bag and proceeds to pack his first place ribbon from the science fair, his perfect attendance ribbon, and other life long momentos. Yes, he makes sure to grab the good stuff. Obviously he didn't need to pack clothes, Grant can share right?
I ask what I should do with all his stuff and his says nu'sing because he is coming back. I thought you were running away. Apparently he is just running away for one day.
While his is dragging his feet and pouting I ask if he would like to read a few books before he goes. He said he will read a little bit and then he will run away. Ok, I'll read to you a little bit and then you can go. After a few books, I ask if it was time for him to leave. He smiled and said, "I decided I am not going to leave...are you happy?"
Yes, Sonny, I love you and would miss you too much if you ran away...even if it was only for one day.
Now all I have to do it get him to unpack. If dealing with the HULK that turns my boy green was that easy, I would have it made.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
While at the father/son/child outing Jaxen saw someone who had brought a dog.
J: Dad, I think that dog will like us because he is brown, like us. You are brown and I am a little brown, right dad.
Two nights ago...
Ember is whining about her nose.
M: What's wrong.
E: My nose burns.
E: Because there is ketchup in it.
M: How did ketchup get in there?
E: I put it in there.
What in the world makes a 3 year old decide to put ketchup in her nose?! Hmm, lets not put things in our noses kids!
He has two nice, shiney, sharp new teeth. He tips the scales at 16 lbs 8 oz and he "talks" up a storm and loves to hang out and eat anything that isn't baby food. :)
1. Jaxen has really good balance. He started walking at nine months, and could "walk the snake" before he turned one. For those who don't get the reference, there is a snake fixture at Fiesta Mall. He could walk that thing over and over again (see #4).
2. Jaxen is a perfectionist. Not sure where he gets that from, but it has it's perks and drawbacks. He has to finish a project, and it can't contain errors, at least not any that he notices, or he gets upset and wants to start over.
3. Jaxen is very photogenic. He was posing for the camera before since birth. I have a really hard time picking out pictures when we have them done because they all look so good! He has even done some print work.
4. Jaxen is focused. He can sit and play Legos for hours. He has been able to build 25 piece puzzles since he was two. He is very analytical like that.
5. Jaxen is an artist. His pictures have more detail than most 5 year-olds. You can look at his artwork and know exactly, most of the time anyway, what he is drawing without having to ask for an interpretation.
6. Jaxen is very agile. He was the only one in his class that could get all the way across the monkey bars, as well as swing his legs up to sit on top.
7. Jaxen is a risk taker. He is willing to try everything. Seriously, if someone told him to jump of a bridge, he just might. He does stunts on the trampoline that freak me out.
8. Jaxen is confident. It is few and far between that Jaxen ever seems to doubt himself. He knows he can do just about anything he sets his mind to, and then goes out and does it.
9. Jaxen is athletic. He is really good and soccer, and is picking up t-ball quite quickly...even if he is the shortest on the team...he is the cutest...unless he is on a team with his sister, and then it is a tie.
10. Jaxen loves hot dogs and peanut butter and honey sandwiches. He would eat them every day (not together) if I let him. Although, he does tell his sister not to eat PB and J every day because it will "waste bread". He can eat and eat and eat and still be hungry...and skinny. Hmm, yet another trait that I haven't quite placed where he got it from.
11. When Jaxen grows up he wants to be a nurse so he can help people. He wants to take care of babies because they are fun to play with.
There you have it. 11 things about Jaxen that you may (or may not) have known. Next time someone tags me (or my son) I would prefer a list of 5, I'll even go for 7, but not 11. I tag Zach, because, frankly, if I did it, then I think Jill should have to too! :P
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
I sit here pondering the fate of our "stimulus" check. While many might have visions of big screen televisions, a new sofa set, maybe even a vacation...my visions are of food storage. When is there going to be another time that I get a nice check in the mail, for free, with "no strings attached"? Forget stimulating the economy, I myself with be working on stimulating all aspects of my food storage.
So I sat down and wrote out all that we needed, did the calculations, and was ready to spend a pretty penny on stocking up on food, including cabinetry of some sort to store it all in. (Who am I kidding, to store some of it in...the rest is all strategically placed around my house...bet you didn't know that my furniture is made out of #10 cans, did you?)
Come to find out that you can only by 300 lbs of storage per family per month through the cannery, and the options are limited to about 3 different items. Personally, this is the way to go (buying that the cannery)...I really don't want to can all this stuff myself. Time is money and I would rather pay the few more dollars and have it canned for me then sit and can over 200+ cans. I will probably do some canning of some of the stuff that cannery doesn't have though.
So, *sigh*, it looks like I need to slow down a little. Can't put the cart before the horse. But I now have a plan to get the 300 lbs a month, plus some other items that need to be had anyway. Things for 72 hour kits, like backpacks, maybe a wheat grinder, we are also having someone come out today and give us an estimate on a solar water heater. Heck, I don't know, seriously I have no clue what I am doing!
I hate to watch the news...and it seems lately like there is way too much going on. Too much to just sit back and think that everything is going to be OK.
So, my friends, as you sit and ponder the fate of your "stimulus" check, take inventory of your food storage, your family's basic needs for the next few months, and stock up! Even if you just put a little money into that, it will make a difference. Don't let the thought overwhelm you and keep you from doing anything.
As a Mormon, and I am sure some of you feel the same way, I am convinced that if something were to happen, we would have family and possibly friends congregating at our doorstep. I already get the comments, "If anything happens, I'm going to your house!" (And we are seriously far from a years supply for even one person!) Hmm, how to handle that would be the next step, I guess. I can't store a year supply for everyone. Maybe I should just add a couple more locks to all the doors...
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
A co-worker of Shaunton's invited Jaxen to be on a t-ball team for free...apparently they don't have enough players. So, after much ado, Jaxen decided that he wanted to give it a try.
We get there early and try to have Jaxen watch the teams that were playing before us. Jaxen is now a "Little Bandito".
Then comes the moment of truth. Jaxen starts off by playing outfield and kinda just stands there (kids can't hit that far...even if they did take in the field). When his team goes up to bat, he hits the ball and runs half way to first base before
There were a couple laughs in the stands...but I gave them "the look" and said give him a break, it's his first time playing.
After his adrenaline got pumping, he was ready
He swung the bat well, and made contact on the first try. They let the kids all hit until they make contact with the ball...so there are no "outs" at the plate based on swings. This also means that there is an endless parade of kids rounding the bases. Most of which went the right way around the first time. (Hey, they have had a few games and practices, my son is fresh off bench so-to-speak.)
Overall the first game was a hit!
Friday, May 2, 2008
On Thursday morning, as I am loading Jaxen up into the van for school, I look through the rear view and see the biggest brightest handsomest winning smile on Jaxen's face. I thought, wow, he must be really excited that I am going to be in his classroom today. My heart swelled a little, yeap, I am a pretty cool mom. But the smile was so darn cute, and so darn long, that I knew it wasn't really for me.
I asked him what was up. Nothing was the reply, the smile still lingering.
"You...happy?" I asked.
Hmm, then it dawns on me. I looked again through the mirror at his huge grin and out of the corner of my eye I see it... Ironhide virtually waving right at me.
Look at me *waving wildly* look at me in this bright package, I'm right here! You know you wanna look!
My muddled mind clears. "Did you see your gifts?" Just when I thought the smile couldn't get any bigger, he radiantly beams and says coyly, "yes".
I let out a sigh, "great now you aren't going to be surprised".
Come to find out, when Shaunton went back into the van, the bags got moved into the line of sight visible to a five-year-old through the crack in the back seat. Jaxen takes a minute to register that I am disappointed that he saw one of his gifts. He somehow manages to wipe that now cheesy grin off his face and tried to look a little glum. I look through the rear view and manage a smile and tell him I know it was an accident and that I am not upset.
*Clearing throat* "Hey you, um, the first time was an accident, now you are doing it on purpose!"
"Oh, sorry mom. I don't know what Transformer is it." I told him it was just a box, and if he didn't forget what it was I would take it back. (I know, mean huh?)
So the rest of the way to school Jaxen says, "I am going to read all the signs and look at all the cars so that I forget what you got me."
As we get into the van after school, he goes on to say slowly, "I think you got me ...Ironhide, but I don't know, that's just what I think". Hmm, the little snot was so sure of himself, I know, that he knows, that I know, that he knows it's Ironhide.