While Mom's Away...

Our church is doing a drive-through Christmas lights display this year for the community. Last night, I went down to help direct traffic and wave people through the display. It was 3 hours outside in the parking lot (and 16 degrees) so the kids stayed home with Levi. And Joel. And our friend Joel Bannister. No problem, there are 3 adults, only 2 kids, right?

Well...apparently Ethan realized that with mommy gone, slightly less attention would be payed to his whereabouts, and much of the adult attention in the house would be geared toward the basketball game on TV. He seized the opportunity.

Offense 1: Yogurt was swiped from the fridge, fed to the dog, smeared on the dog's head and back, and globbed all over the kitchen floor.
Aftermath: Adults were laughing too hard to dole out appropriate punishment.

Offense 2: Parmesan cheese was swiped from the fridge, carried through the house, and sprinkled liberally in Ethan's bed.
Aftermath: Appropriate discipline was administered. Offender spent the next 30 minutes crying for Mommy. I would not have been sympathetic.

But Emmaline went to sleep for Levi with slightly less screaming than usual, and the Christmas light display was a success! No frostbite, nobody run over in the parking lot (there were some near misses), and about 80 cars came through!

You can still feel the crusty yogurt spots on the dog's back. It may be time for a bath.

Reflections

I caught Emmaline today standing by the shiny oven door, smiling, cooing sweetly, and giving her reflected self slobbery kisses.

She Walks!

It's official! Steps have been taken! If you are thinking, "Aww, I wish I could have seen those precious first teetering steps in person," well, me too! I was doing the dishes and Levi was dishing up some ice cream when Joel called from the living room, "Dude...she's walking."

In other news, we got our first ever Christmas tree on Saturday morning! We packed up the van to bursting (the dog did not fit very comfortably), and headed out to the national forest. Ethan got his picture taken with Smokey the Bear when we stopped to get our permit. When we got to the national forest, Levi and Joel hunted for a tree while Ethan, Emmaline (on my back), and I stomped around in the snow and tried to keep Samson from eating a partially-decayed deer head that some hunters had apparently left behind. Yeah. Gross. Anyway, the tree hunt was a success. It is a little too big for our house (funny how they grow when you get them inside), but it looks nice. Ethan runs straight for it every morning. "Pretty Christmas tree! Mommy turn lights on!"

Baby, It's Cold Outside

It is currently 5 degrees outside, but it feels like -12. Brr! I am thinking about starting to wear long johns under my clothes...inside. We had talked about going to get our Christmas tree this afternoon, but I think maybe we will wait 'til a warmer day!

We had about 6 inches of snow the last few days, so Ethan got to get all dressed up in his winter gear and play in it yesterday. I didn't take any pictures because I couldn't find his gloves and he was wearing Emmaline's purple mittens. Whoops. She did not miss them, because the sleeves of her snowsuit are about 4 inches longer than her arms. So she sat on the back steps and flapped her little sleeves around, watching Ethan play in the snow. I think she'll enjoy the snow a little more when she can walk in it. She's so close, and quite eager, using anything she can find to hold onto and walk, including her little rocking chair and Shadow the dog.

Speaking of Emmaline, we had a 1st Birthday party on Thanksgiving day!

Double X

Oh, what a difference a chromosome makes.

Ethan used to scream every time I tried to hold him still and put his shoes on.

Emmaline recently spent the better part of half an hour sitting on my lap by the coat closet, handing me shoes to put on her feet and fussing if I was too slow at switching them.

Baby Tights

Chubby baby legs in tights may be the cutest thing in the universe. St. Bernard puppies are a close second, but they don't quite measure up. The house is a wreck, the dishes need to be washed (and why am I blogging instead of doing these things, you may ask), but I have a little girl in pink tights, all's right in the world. Sorry, Robert Browning.

Eeyore

I found a box of books in our shed a few months ago. Not sure where they came from, but we kept a few. One of them was about using your children's personalities to relate to them and help them feel secure and fulfilled. I think it's interesting, but it obviously has its limitations and should be used with a grain of salt.

Anyway, after reading that book, I decided that Ethan seems to lean toward the melancholy side. He is a pretty tender-hearted little guy, more thoughtful and serious than other kids his age that I've been able to observe. I don't know how his little personality with develop as he grows up, but that is where I'd put him now.

Ironically, Ethan's favorite little stuffed animal right now is Eeyore.

Does it ever seem like the more adults you have in the house, the less-supervised the kids are? Everyone thinks someone else is keeping an eye on them. That is how when Levi and Joel were home for lunch today, Ethan managed to swipe my scissors and carry them off to his room for sneaky experimenting. I came to find him, and he came out his door, guiltily offering up the scissors.

"Did you cut something?"
"Wes (yes)"
"What did you cut?"
"Eyoh's eoh (Eeyore's ear)"

We are still working on r's and y's. Anyway, I made a big deal about not playing with Mommy's scissors, and how we don't cut our toys.

"Eeyore is so sad that you cut him! We need to be gentle and kind to our toys."

It took the scissors back to their drawer, and I could hear Ethan down the hall saying, "Sorry, Eeyore, sorry Eeyore." My little speech seemed to have sunk in.

Then my little guy's tender heart came out. I got a little teary. He came in to where Levi and I were sitting, eating lunch. He was carrying Eeyore and looking pretty miserable.

"Daddy, Eeyore's crying."

Could I ask for a sweeter kid?