My little gnomes had a great time. Stayed out too late, had too much candy, but had a ton of fun trick-or-treating. More tomorrow Halloween makes me tired.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
PKs (Pastors Kids)...
Eli and Emerson are what is known in my profession as Pks or Pastor's kids. I've heard lots of different kinds of stories about how having a parent as a minister affects the kids growing up, some for better, some for worse. Since they're still really little I'm not overly concerned about any of that quite yet, but it is kind of difficult sometimes to be the mom of 2 year old twins and the pastor during the service.
Marcus serves as the tech. person in the church right now (sort of by default) and so he does his best to manage the technology during the service and our kids too. They were in rare form this morning, probably due to waking up at 6:30 am and so the first part of the service was conducted with Emerson in my arms.
As I was doing the Call to Worship Emerson kept tapping the microphone. So I would say a line and then swing away from the microphone during the congregations response and then repeat the process.
We also had a really small service this morning and so Eli and Emerson were the only kids. It's kind of funny to do the children's moment with just my kids, especially because they're two. I did a 2 year old version of what I had planned and then I told them to fold their hands so we could pray. When I did that Emerson pointed to Marcus and said, "daddy pray too."
She's used to us all praying together and she wanted to make sure he too had his hands folded.
They went to sunday school and I got to finish my service without a child in my arms.
After the service I asked Emerson how sunday school was and she kept pointing to the door and then putting a finger to her lips and saying "shhhh..." I could not figure out what she was trying to tell them.
When I talked to the teacher she told me that they borrowed a wagon from another member in our congregation (It's a small town so people walk to church and the wagon was used to transport the refreshments for fellowship). As a joke the teacher said, "Shhh... don't tell that we took the wagon without asking." So Emerson was indeed telling me about sunday school, telling me about not telling about the wagon.
Finally, one last note. Eli learned a very valuable PK lesson. We haven't been able to find his backpack that his gram bought him. We had an event last week which included a rummage sale. As we were helping clean up we found his backpack for sale on the table.
Let this be a lesson to him that if he leaves his things at a church they might be donated or sold for 50 cents. He's very happy to have his bag back haha.
Marcus serves as the tech. person in the church right now (sort of by default) and so he does his best to manage the technology during the service and our kids too. They were in rare form this morning, probably due to waking up at 6:30 am and so the first part of the service was conducted with Emerson in my arms.
As I was doing the Call to Worship Emerson kept tapping the microphone. So I would say a line and then swing away from the microphone during the congregations response and then repeat the process.
We also had a really small service this morning and so Eli and Emerson were the only kids. It's kind of funny to do the children's moment with just my kids, especially because they're two. I did a 2 year old version of what I had planned and then I told them to fold their hands so we could pray. When I did that Emerson pointed to Marcus and said, "daddy pray too."
She's used to us all praying together and she wanted to make sure he too had his hands folded.
They went to sunday school and I got to finish my service without a child in my arms.
After the service I asked Emerson how sunday school was and she kept pointing to the door and then putting a finger to her lips and saying "shhhh..." I could not figure out what she was trying to tell them.
When I talked to the teacher she told me that they borrowed a wagon from another member in our congregation (It's a small town so people walk to church and the wagon was used to transport the refreshments for fellowship). As a joke the teacher said, "Shhh... don't tell that we took the wagon without asking." So Emerson was indeed telling me about sunday school, telling me about not telling about the wagon.
Finally, one last note. Eli learned a very valuable PK lesson. We haven't been able to find his backpack that his gram bought him. We had an event last week which included a rummage sale. As we were helping clean up we found his backpack for sale on the table.
Let this be a lesson to him that if he leaves his things at a church they might be donated or sold for 50 cents. He's very happy to have his bag back haha.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Snuggle bug...
Last night on two different occasions Emerson and piggy made the trek down the over the baby gate, down the hall, up the hope chest, and into our bed.
Each time she snuggled underneath the covers between me and Marcus, and each time she put her arm around my neck and snuggled right next to me.
It was so sweet. However, she needs to learn to stay in her bed. So each time Marcus carried her back.
She's always been a snuggle bug and I love it.
She's a little possessive though. Today I was rocking Eli in my arms. He just wasn't himself, when Emerson saw me she came over and laid right down on Eli and said, "mama me." She has to learn to share her mama.
Each time she snuggled underneath the covers between me and Marcus, and each time she put her arm around my neck and snuggled right next to me.
It was so sweet. However, she needs to learn to stay in her bed. So each time Marcus carried her back.
She's always been a snuggle bug and I love it.
She's a little possessive though. Today I was rocking Eli in my arms. He just wasn't himself, when Emerson saw me she came over and laid right down on Eli and said, "mama me." She has to learn to share her mama.
Friday, October 28, 2011
I've never been so happy to spend $629...
and all I purchased was a one month supply of my Crohn's medication. Due to the crazy cost I haven't been able to afford my medication since August. Some unexpected blessings finally made it possible.
As I was filling the prescription the Pharmacy Tech looked at the price and asked, "Do you know how much this costs?"
Then she took my insurance information and she freaked out again, "Do you realize that you have a $750 deductible."
Why yes, I knew both of those things.
I have awful insurance because I have Crohn's, and because I have Crohn's I need a medication that costs $750 a month and no generic exists. It's a fun messed up cycle.
This is not okay. For everyone who claims that the United States does not need health care reform then they are far more privileged than I am (and all things considered in many areas I suppose I could be considered privileged, although I'm still the 99% haha a little joke for all of you following the occupy wall street stuff. Okay now a side note. When we were in town today, filling my prescription, we drove by the city hall area, they had an Occupy "Name of City" there were 3 people there. I told Marcus I might need to go help them occupy, it was just kind of sad.)
Any way I had the same conversation with the lady as I was paying for my medication, "Do you know how much this costs?" She was almost afraid to tell me. I am just happy that for this next month I have my medication. You have no idea how big of a relief this is for me.
Thank you to the amazing blessing gifted to me.
As I was filling the prescription the Pharmacy Tech looked at the price and asked, "Do you know how much this costs?"
Then she took my insurance information and she freaked out again, "Do you realize that you have a $750 deductible."
Why yes, I knew both of those things.
I have awful insurance because I have Crohn's, and because I have Crohn's I need a medication that costs $750 a month and no generic exists. It's a fun messed up cycle.
This is not okay. For everyone who claims that the United States does not need health care reform then they are far more privileged than I am (and all things considered in many areas I suppose I could be considered privileged, although I'm still the 99% haha a little joke for all of you following the occupy wall street stuff. Okay now a side note. When we were in town today, filling my prescription, we drove by the city hall area, they had an Occupy "Name of City" there were 3 people there. I told Marcus I might need to go help them occupy, it was just kind of sad.)
Any way I had the same conversation with the lady as I was paying for my medication, "Do you know how much this costs?" She was almost afraid to tell me. I am just happy that for this next month I have my medication. You have no idea how big of a relief this is for me.
Thank you to the amazing blessing gifted to me.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Cute things...
I feel like at this age they are constantly doing or saying things that I think are adorable. Of course it's probably mostly adorable to me but it's my blog so I get to share even if no one else cares.
1.) A few mornings ago I was sitting in our rocking chair reading. Eli and Emerson usually play by themselves really well in the mornings and I try not to disturb them at all (I'm trying to foster independent play that doesn't involve being attached to me).
They were both in the living room, it was quiet, we were all happily engrossed in what we were doing. When I looked up from my book I noticed Emerson...
1.) A few mornings ago I was sitting in our rocking chair reading. Eli and Emerson usually play by themselves really well in the mornings and I try not to disturb them at all (I'm trying to foster independent play that doesn't involve being attached to me).
They were both in the living room, it was quiet, we were all happily engrossed in what we were doing. When I looked up from my book I noticed Emerson...
She was sitting exactly like I was sitting, engrossed in her book. So much focus and concentration. I realized that she was doing exactly what I was doing. Spending the morning reading. It melted my heart. She "read" her books intently for about 20 minutes.
2.) Yesterday, Emerson decided that piggy needed a diaper. So I obliged because I think her love of piggy is adorable.
Piggy in a diaper. Of course not to be out done Eli decided his blanket needed a diaper...
Which was pretty much the most hysterical thing I've ever seen. This boy and his blanket. He insists on dragging it every where.
He was adjusting the diaper.
4.) Eli is also getting much better and remember things or attempting to tell me things. Emerson and Eli both have trouble keeping their pants up. They're scrawny. The other day they were playing when Eli came to me and said, "sissy pants"
He then pulled me by the hand to show me that Emerson's pants had indeed fallen all the way off.
He also gave me a report of his time with Marcus. They went to the park (Which Eli and Emerson call the "wee"). I asked Eli what he did with daddy he told me, "daddy, wee, wagon. He went with his daddy to the park in the wagon. Adorable.
5.) We live in a very small community surrounded by farms. Recently they've been finishing up one harvest and preparing their fields for another season of planting. In preparation they've been spreading cow manure everywhere and so it smells quiet strongly.
We were driving to the store when we passed a field with a fresh layer of manure. Emerson got the most panicked look on her face, scrunched up her nose, and said, "mama, mama, nose."
I guess she's not quite used to being a country girl.
On unrelated notes:
They still won't nap with the exception of two days ago when I somehow managed to get them both asleep for about an hour.
We also cannot get Emerson to wear her glasses. We're not suppose to force the issue but she won't even put them on at this point. Any suggestions?
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
My little Artists...
The other day I was feeling ready for a mess so I pulled out some paint and decided to let Eli and Emerson make some Halloween paintings.
They both had a great time. Emmy was a little more serious about the actual painting working very carefully and intently. Eli was more excited about the paint in general. I was really proud of him though because he started finger painting on his own free-will and didn't freak out. There was a time when he couldn't handle anything on his hands. We've come so far.
She was so excited to show me the picture. (Eli wouldn't hold his for me).
Eli's finished paintings.
Emmy's finished paintings.
Now of course everyday they ask to paint. I will say as ready I am for our weather to cool down it is nice that the mess could go outside instead of my house.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Emerson...
I wish there was some way I could preserve, or even describe this child of mine.
She's nuts in the most wonderful way. She's compassionate, she funny, she's stubborn, loud and demanding. Lately, she's been talking more and more.
It's not always words but she chatters non-stop. Talking on the phone is one of her new favorite things and when a parishioner called me this morning, to let me know they wouldn't be at church, Emerson loudly demanded "TALK TALK."
Of course as cute as I think they are I'm not going to subject church members to my children's phone babblings at 9 in the morning that's what grandparents are for.
So after getting of the phone we called her granddad and gram and she filled them in on a few things including, "mama's necklace." Which was her new fascination today. So much so that before we could go to church I had to dig out random necklaces for both of them from my jewelry box.
Later, she she called her gram again and her conversation went something like this, "gakdljfakjdkfj adkfhakdf;akdfa akdhfdakfkadjf yeah."
Did I mention she says yeah? It's hilarious.
Emerson do you want to be a doctor? "Yeah"
Emerson do you want to go to church? "Yeah"
What makes it even better though is you can't trick her. Emerson you want to go to bed? "No"
I pretty much have the best time asking her yes or no questions all day just to see how she's feeling about things.
She also talks to Eli all the time, asks him questions, tells him to do things, give him hugs. Today at dinner she was babbling, "akjdf;kahdk;fhad bubba cuckoo cuckoo." Eli seems to understand her though.
She also recently started saying Hello, except she can't say her l's so it's more like ewwoah.
When she can't find us she shouts "Ewwoah"
When she wants a door opened she knocks and shouts, "ewwoah, ewwoah"
She cracks me up (and frustrates me and challenges me) but I love her little personality and it was in full force today.
She's nuts in the most wonderful way. She's compassionate, she funny, she's stubborn, loud and demanding. Lately, she's been talking more and more.
It's not always words but she chatters non-stop. Talking on the phone is one of her new favorite things and when a parishioner called me this morning, to let me know they wouldn't be at church, Emerson loudly demanded "TALK TALK."
Of course as cute as I think they are I'm not going to subject church members to my children's phone babblings at 9 in the morning that's what grandparents are for.
So after getting of the phone we called her granddad and gram and she filled them in on a few things including, "mama's necklace." Which was her new fascination today. So much so that before we could go to church I had to dig out random necklaces for both of them from my jewelry box.
Later, she she called her gram again and her conversation went something like this, "gakdljfakjdkfj adkfhakdf;akdfa akdhfdakfkadjf yeah."
Did I mention she says yeah? It's hilarious.
Emerson do you want to be a doctor? "Yeah"
Emerson do you want to go to church? "Yeah"
What makes it even better though is you can't trick her. Emerson you want to go to bed? "No"
I pretty much have the best time asking her yes or no questions all day just to see how she's feeling about things.
She also talks to Eli all the time, asks him questions, tells him to do things, give him hugs. Today at dinner she was babbling, "akjdf;kahdk;fhad bubba cuckoo cuckoo." Eli seems to understand her though.
She also recently started saying Hello, except she can't say her l's so it's more like ewwoah.
When she can't find us she shouts "Ewwoah"
When she wants a door opened she knocks and shouts, "ewwoah, ewwoah"
She cracks me up (and frustrates me and challenges me) but I love her little personality and it was in full force today.
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