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Mother’s Day

Jonathan and Emma have been obsessed with Mother’s Day this week.  Something about it being the theme at school I guess… This evening Jonathan has been trying to brainstorm all the things he should give me.  He says he’s giving me a card and a cut-out heart.  Bryan recommended the gift of a clean room […]

Cauter Snake

Jonathan and Bryan have a game – one quotes a movie line and the other tries to identnify the movie. They’re amazingly good at this. They’d been playing this for a round or two when the following transpired:

Getting married, part 2

Getting married, part 2

Here’s a conversation that occurred just before church today:

Jonathan (leading Emma by the hand): “We’re going to the temple to get married!”

Emma: “Wait! I have to get a baby in my tummy.”

Me (wanting to correct her order here, as my children often get these mixed up – apparently babies are things that appear in every woman who gets married): “You get married before you have a baby in your tummy.”

Jonathan (in a “silly Mom” kind of way): “Nooo.”

(and to Emma): “Now let’s get married.”

Emma: “Wait! You leaved the baby.”

She runs, gets a baby doll, and stuffs it under her dress. Then she and Jonathan go down the stairs, hand-in-hand, move to the living room, and start twirling and humming.

Jonathan (when done twirling): “Now let’s go to the hospital to get the baby out.”

Emma: “But she’s still growing.”

She follows him to another area anyway.

Jonathan (to Emma): “Go: ‘Aaaahhhh!'”

Emma: “Aaaahhhhh!”

Jonathan (in his “baby” voice): “Waa!”

“Hurry! Get the marble away so she doesn’t eat it.”

And then they are coming back up the stairs, Emma protectively holding the baby doll.

As a clarification – we’ve started pointing out all the little toys the children need to keep cleaned up so Kathryn won’t get to them in the near future (including the “Hungry Hungry Hippos” marbles). Thus far, we’ve not had much luck. Hopefully they’ll learn soon, or they may lose certain toys for a while!

What makes a superhero?

What makes a superhero?

Recently Jonathan has been calling himself Batman. Emma is usually either Robin, Catwoman, or Superman – depending on the day. But on the car ride back from preschool on Thursday, Jonathan announced, “I’m not a superhero anymore. I’m just a kid now.”

Me: “What made you not a superhero anymore?”

Jonathan: “Kisses and hugs.”

Me (wondering what exactly had happened at preschool that day!): “Who gave you kisses?”

Jonathan: “No one.”

Me: “Who gave you hugs, then?”

Jonathan: “No one.”

Me: “Oh, so how did you get kisses and hugs to make you not a superhero anymore?”

Jonathan: “Moses [his baby doll] blew a kiss downstairs into the kitchen and into my nose.” [Pause.] “And she blew a hug into my mouth. And it made me not a superhero anymore.”

Emma (sounding like she’s crying now): “I’m not a superhero anymore, either.”

Jonathan: “Yeah. Your baby kissed you too. We’re not superheroes anymore. But that’s OK. It’s good. We wanted to be kids again. Huh?”

Emma (sounding happy again now): “Yeah. We wanted to be kids again.”

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Jonathan's blood cells

Jonathan’s blood cells

Jonathan was trying to convince me to let him have a treat last night. I was actually okay with it, but needed him to wait a bit – I was taking care of Kathryn. This was the conversation that followed…