Sunday, October 17, 2010

Spotlight on Andrew

Yesterday Courtney and Mallory were sitting in my room talking with me, when we heard Andrew "singing" in the bathroom.  I put "singing" in quotation marks because only by using the furthest reaches of imagination could you call it singing.

He sits in there and screams songs at the top of his lungs, with little attention to tune or rhythm.  I don't know how he has avoided deafness, because it is deafening to us who are outside the bathroom.  The echos inside his sound room must be ear-splitting.

He does this every day.  Then he'll go to primary and sing songs in a sweet little normal voice.

Here's an excerpt from the song we heard yesterday:
"Oh, may I always listen...
...TO THE STILL SMALL VOICE!!!!..."

It was cute to see Mallory understand the humor of the situation and hear her ensuing giggles.

Little Andrew has a funny way of looking at life.  He's made me re-think all of my parenting philosophies.  We've always thought he was sort of quiet and shy (which he is), but we've realized a lot lately how deeply he thinks about things.  In a sort of bizarre way.  To illustrate, I'll share a conversation from Friday.  We had been at gymnastics all day and Andrew was telling me about his friend Preston. 

A:  "I was tackling Preston, and tackling him."
Me:  "Did he want to be tackled?"
A: "No."
Me:  ....(pause)..."Did you stop when you knew he didn't want to be tackled?"
A: "No."
Me:  "How did you know he didn't want you to tackle him?"
A: "Because he kept saying 'stop'".
Me:  ...?
A: "But he should have said a prayer to Heavenly Father.  He would have helped him.  Instead, he just kept saying 'stop', 'stop'"
Me: !!!

Needless to say, we had a little talk about manners and friendship skills.  After which, Andrew said "I should draw him a picture to tell him sorry."

My apologies to the Browning Family for the treatment of poor Preston.  Hopefully, Andrew's social skills will improve a bit from this experience.   It may be a process, however.  Today in Sacrament, after being fairly reverent, he unexpectedly slid off the bench, and reached out and flicked a teen-age boy in our ward right in the back.  Twice.  For no apparent reason.

(Bob leaned forward and told the kid "you just flick him right back!")

Isn't amazing how Heavenly Father reminds us to pray and learn by sending us children who we really need to pray about?  No user manuals with each child, or training sessions before having children.  I think we kind of naively enter parenting with an expectation that our children will behave well, act in a certain way, and be predictable.  We all have a lot to learn.  (Including Andrew)  Good thing we love these little kiddos so much.

Monday, October 4, 2010

"Abbyisms"

I know, I have neglected this blog forever.  Pictures and posts are coming soon! I've been only using my new Mac laptop, instead of my old laptop which still has all my pictures on it.  That's my excuse for not posting.  That and being super busy raising my kiddos.

Here's four favorites from Abby lately:
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Abby: Mom, what is that?
Mom: It is called spinach.
Abby: What does it spin about?
Mom: It's just a vegetable called spinach.
Abby: Does it spin around in the soup and go up? (With accompanying hand motions)
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Courtney (while tucking Abby in bed, we have a ritual of us putting lots of blankets on her): Do you have enough blankets, Abby, or do you want 3 more on?

Abby:  Just one. I'm not a moron.
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Bob was laying on the bed, and Abby came up and started squeezing his bicep.
Abby: You're a Dad.
(Squeezing some more)
...You're a squishy Dad.
(Since then Bob has been lifting weights and recently put on 20 lbs for football season.  He's definitely not "squishy" now.)
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Abby has a doll named Grace.  Grace is a huge part of our family.  We've all taken turns holding her, helping her "stop crying", changed her diapers, etc.  We've all had to look for her late at night before bed when she has been missing, etc.  I think it is cute how many times I've come in the room to see Jace sitting all by himself, holding Grace, because Abby gave him the job of watching her.  Jace is really cute with Abby, he'll even ask to hold Grace just because he thinks it is cute how happy this makes Abby.

When I nurse my Taycie Grace, Abby sits near me, and "nurses" Grace.  Often I will be talking and interacting with Taycie Grace, and I'll notice Abby mimicking me exactly with her Grace.  It's so cute! (And humbling) She'll always say things like: "Mom, are you holding your Taycie Grace?  I'm holding my Grace." Her poor little Grace is starting to look dingy, but I'm afraid to throw her in the washing machine, because I'm worried that she'll get ruined and that would be just like a death in the family.

Anyway, today Jace and Aliysa were being goofy, and making up rhyming phrases.
Jace said something about "mace", and Aliysa replied "which I handle with grace".  Abby glared in a startled way at her, and in an angry warning tone said "don't you put a hand on my Grace!"

Ah, we love this spunky little two-year old (although she often insists that she is three.  Just now I asked her how old she is, and she replied without a pause: "twenty-one")