I finally cut her hair- well, it's been trimmed before, but this was a much bigger deal. Luckily, it's curly, so you can't really tell where she yanked her head the wrong way and got snipped a bit askew! I love it. And I'm hoping it helps start a bit more growth. Here she is- Princess Bradly...
I have to start recording the cute little things my kids say because as I have more of them my brain power is definitely decreasing. Unfortunately for me these are a few of the moments that show the mom-side of me that's not the best!
We were getting ready to head out and help Uncle Janson (just got back from his mission in France!) get some stuff done for school and jobs and such. I'm running around trying to get the kids to listen and get dressed and all that. I hear Lorenzo ask, 'where are we going'. So, I just say that we're gonna drop him and Brads off. Jokingly! He thinks about it for a sec and then says, "But, I'm just a kid!" It was so funny and cute, and yet, so pathetic.
So, we are playing with some little cousins who are kinda bullies and Lorenzo comes running to me crying. He's quite sensitive. And, I'm quite done with breaking up fights every two seconds. So, I tell Lorenzo to push him back. We have conversations like this about him and Bradly all the time because she is so mean to him and we are trying to get him to stick up for himself. So, it just comes out that I tell him to push him back. Well, we get over that and then later I try talking to him about what happened and what he should do. Actually, I ask him, "what should you do next time?" He's still a little emotional about it, but he says with a shaky voice, "push him back." I definitely had some steps to retrace on that one.
Then there's Bradly. As I'm helping her wash her hands she looks up and says with the cheeriest little voice, "Mom, I'm so happy! You not scary anymore!" Not that my yelling at her ever phases her in the slightest, but I'm pretty sure that was in reference to me arguing with her moments before.
I am certain I am not in the running this year. What a horrible mother!!!
A few weeks ago I was not quite feeling up to par (well, I am enormously pregnant!)so Chris took the kids out for a little hike. Lorenzo asked if I was going and I told him I needed to stay home because I wasn't feeling good. So, they head out and go on their trek with dad. A while later I hear the door open and little footsteps running fast towards our bedroom. Lorenzo and Bradly both have their hands behind their backs (surprises are the big thing these days) and all of a sudden a bunch of rocks are thrown in my face. "ta da, mom these are for you to feel better!" It was so precious. They had "picked" a bunch of rocks for me cause I was sick. Well, a few weeks pass and we are in Utah visiting family. Lorenzo had gone to help my little sister, Markki, clean her room. Soon I hear him running upstairs full speed. He comes to see me with his hands behind his back and says he has something to make me feel better- I'm thinking maybe he found some chocolate and knows that that always makes me happy...- but, he whips his hands out and shows me the rocks he found downstairs! Of course, I felt better. Whether sick or not, rocks are the symbol of brightening ones day around here. And really, it doesn't matter what it is, but seeing how excited a little one is to bring you something, well, you can't help but feel better. Who needs flowers?
