Sniffles and Laughs

Oh my gosh you guys (*Drama Queen alert*).  I had such a terrible head cold last week, and it lasted pretty much all week.  It started on Monday and really, I'm still sniffling a bit today. All of that is to say, I didn't blog for the past 2 weeks because I was sick all of last week.  I'm not sure how that math works out, but in my stuffed up mind, it does.  SO, since I pretty much missed a week of doing things like blogging, emailing, cleaning the house and what's it, this post is going to be short and sweet so I can get to some of those other things too.

We watched "Frozen" for the first time on Friday (and for the second time last night). There's a Mickey Mouse short on the DVD in the bonus features that we also watched. For whatever reason, this particular short tickled Finn to no end. Here's a clip of his natural reaction to this video:

He's too much right? Josh and I were cracking up watching him crack up, and I hope you did too a little. Now, the laundry is calling out to me, and I must answer, so that's all for now.

It Needed To Be Done

The weather was absolutely GORGEOUS today, and half of the snow in the backyard was gone, so I put the boys in play pants and snow boots and sent them into the backyard to stomp around for a bit. And stomp they did!

 

 

 

They certainly made a right mess of themselves and my laundry room, but it was worth it. Especially when Josh walked in the door and the boys surrounded him exclaiming, "It was the best mud day ever!"

Yes. Yes it was.

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Typical Deacon

It takes Deacon forever to get anything done. I'm talking forrrr.evvvv.errrrrr...

And here's why: Deaconland is an AMAZING place and so he tends to go there quite often. He can't stay away it seems. Take this morning for example. I took this video:

Want to know what he was doing? Or rather, what he was supposed to be doing? Making his lunch. He had finished making his sandwich and was on his way to the fridge to get his drink and fruit/vegetable. The fridge, by the way, is only maybe 3 feet away from where he was making his sandwich. However, somewhere over that 3 feet a magic portal opened and Deacon was clearly once again swept away into Deaconland.

This happens all the time you guys. ALL the time. The other week he needed scissors for his homework. He walked from the table to the where the scissors are (2 feet, maybe) and then stood there just staring into space. Josh walked by and said, "Deacon you're getting scissors for your homework." Deacon looked up and said, "Oh yeah!" Then he got his scissors and went merrily on his way back to the table to do his homework. (Homework, btdubs, takes Deacon almost twice as long as it takes Zeke to do because Deacon cannot stay focused. One second he's doing his homework, the next he's lining up his erasers in one formation or another to attack an invisible enemy. How did we get there? I don't know!)

Now, I love this kid, and I LOVE his imagination, but I'm not going to lie. There are times when it really frustrates me. Times when he's been at the table for almost an hour doing homework because he kept taking little trips here and there to Deaconland.  Times when I'm trying to get them all out the door to school (quite possibly the most stressful 5 minutes of my day as it is) and he's standing there with one sneaker and his hat on and nothing else, just daydreaming. Times when he's so lost in his current adventure that he doesn't realize he's spilling milk or food all over the floor as he sets the table. I know it needs to be embraced and I'm working on that - working on gently calling him back rather than losing my cool and yelling at him.  After all, I've spent my fair share of time lost in my own little worlds.

I guess I know where he gets it from then? It's a good thing we're both so darn cute.

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He Has Such a Sweet Heart

Some time during September or October, I don't remember when, Zeke made this in Sunday school:

 

 

They learned in Sunday school about helping each other and one of the worksheets to go with the lesson spelled out the word HELP. So when he got home, Zeke cut the word HELP out, added "each other" to the end and made it into a sign.  Being really pleased with himself, Zeke then decided to bring the sign in to school to give to his teacher.  Now, because his teacher is wonderful and good about nurturing his sweet side, she hung it up on her big classroom display:

 



 

Doesn't that just warm your heart? I hope my boy always stays this sweet, and always has teachers (and other adults) in his life who recognize it and nurture it like this teacher. And that's about all.