Kendall and Sharon Batson: Gratitude

Friday, November 7, 2008

Gratitude

I was thinking that it had been a while since I'd made a post, but 2 months? Bad Sharon! I guess I've been a little preoccupied with everything else in my life lately. I've let a lot of housework go while I've played with the kids and I've spent more time with friends in my neighborhood.
Today is a glorious grey, rainy and cold day. I love these days. Maybe I'm weird, but sometimes I like the excuse to stay in and do "rainy day" type stuff. Today I sit fiddling at the computer while Eli is playing with brown play-doh. Why brown? Well it used to be different colors...they have all been blended. Since he's totally happy with that, I am too. Maybe some day he'll want individual colors again, but until then, why spend the money?
I am also thinking today of how grateful I am for a good husband. And I'm not just saying that because he made the bed 2 days in a row! (I have no recolection of him EVER doing that in our marriage so far-without being asked, that is). When we do find the time to spend together discussing our family, goals, desires, ideas, etc., it is so nice to see that we are still on the same page. No, we don't think exactly the same way, but we have the same goal in mind. That is both refreshing and reassuring.

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September 12, 2009
Oh to be in so much wonder of the world as a two year old! Noah looks at new things every day and loves to say, "Wow! Amazing!" Oh yeah and he calls everything wonderful too!

July 23, 2009
Since about May or so Eli has been very interested in how old he is. When we ask him, he says, "I freezer old!"
I made the mistake once of giving him 3 of some sort of treat, saying that he got 3 because he's 3 years old. Now, anytime I give him anything he says, "But I freezer old!" Meaning, I MUST give him 3!

A couple of weeks ago we were going to play with the Huismans. Eli knew he would see Greg and he started asking, "Mommy Greggars freezer old too?" "Yes, Eli, Greggars is 3 years old just like you." He thought for a moment and then figured out, "Oh! He same big are me!" I love 3 year old grammer.

Eli has also memorized when his birthday is. When we ask him he says, "My burfday is Febrary!" Since his birthday is on the 5th, I showed him that he could hold up all 5 fingers. Now when we ask him he says, really loudly, "My burfday Febrary fift!" with whole lot of spit and a very proud extended high five-style hand.

Today at the park Noah was having a blast climbing UP the slide. IT was a fairly tall slide and he felt very accomplished. When he would get to the top, he'd hang his head over and look for either me or Eli then say, "What doing?" Then he'd laugh and slide on down. This was repeated a bunch of times.

Some of Noah's phrases lately, "Where are you?" "Oh, there I are!" "I wanna hide" (usually under a blanket or a table, etc.) He'll tell us a whole lot of gibberish that we don't understand, while holding his hands out, palms up, like he's explaining something. Then he says, "K?", very know-it-all like we should know exactly what he's talking about.

11-09-08
"Don't mess with me!"
This is said as he waves his finger at me and gives me a squinted-eye look.

September 2008
"I wanna like pirate!" As he climbs up and sits on top of the toilet tank. Anyone seen that commercial?

"I wanna like friends!" This means that he wants to hold hands and walk toward whereever it is HE wants to go.

"I wanna sleep mommy." This means that I have to lay down and fall asleep with him.

"I wanna need it." He wants to need just about anything that anyone else has.

July 2008
This is what I heard from the back of the van tonight. "bacons? (translation: spankins? as in do you need spankins?). Time out! bacons! time out!" Wow, is this how I sound to him?

"Later! Catch the bus!" As he puts on his really cool free IKEA backpack (upside down, mind you) and is heading toward the door. But before getting to the door he had to come back and get his good bye kiss. He just wants to be like daddy and big brother!

"Out!", he screams to me, pointing his finger to get me out of HIS kitchen (which, by the way, he pronounces chichen). Hmmm...where would he get this kind of bossiness?