Saturday, April 11, 2015

Dreams and more Dreams

Davis is a dreamer.  A night time dreamer.  Sometimes they are scary, sometimes crazy, sometimes downright funny.  Here are two of the latest conversations we had about his dreams.

I was talking about going in to the church at night, when it was dark, to practice the organ.
Davis:  I had a dream like that.  With buffaloes chasing me.
Darren:  In the church?
Davis:  Yeah.
Darren:  Did you get away?
Davis:  In the chapel, I hid behind the chairs.  (There was some more to the story about getting away from the buffaloes, but I was trying to get this written down and was laughing in my head at the same time and missed the rest of the story.  Something about running . . .)

Another day, we had all just gotten up and Davis said he had had a bad dream, so I asked him about it.
Davis:  My dream was about . . . (pause to remember what exactly he was going to tell me)
Noah:  A lava dog?  That would be awesome!
I have such weird boys.  But what's really funny, is that Davis's dream really was about lava.  He and Darren were by a volcano and lava was getting on them.

Sometimes Noah tries to tell me about his dreams, but he gets sidetracked after the first few sentences and walks away.


Sunday, March 15, 2015

All About Noah

Oh Noah.  Where do I even start trying to tell about such a unique soul?  Noah loves fruit and yogurt. He could probably eat a whole pizza by himself if I let let him.  He loves chocolate milk and juice.   He dislikes many, many foods, including most vegetables and most meat.   He does not like to cook, even though I try to persuade him to try helping me quite often.

Noah loves books.  Noah LOVES books.  He will sit and be read to as long as the reader can last.  He will sit and look at books quietly for a very long time.  He also loves watching TV and movies, Wild Kratts and Puss in Boots are his favorites.  He loves anything superhero.

Noah doesn't like to do hard things.  If someone else will do things for him, he will let them.  It took a very long time to help him see that he could take his own clothes off.  We are still working on teaching him that he can dress himself.  So far, putting on his own underwear is doable if accompanied by a little whining.  Clearing his own plate falls into that same category.

Noah has the most active imagination I have ever seen.  His is an imagination that creates worlds and characters, not so much art and pictures and projects.  Throughout the day, he is usually a baby tiger, a daddy lion, perhaps Captain Hook or Darth Vader, and occasionally a t-rex.  Often he will be completely immersed in whatever plot line he has created and will race his cars along the edge of the kitchen counter or use the dinosaurs we have for battles, or "verses" (like lion vs. tiger), as he calls them.  What he really loves is having someone to play in his world with him.  I join him there when I can and try to keep up with the changes in location, characters, and who is "good" and who is "bad."



With that imagination comes alot of drama.  He gets so excited to go to the zoo or watch a favorite movie or be a superhero.  But small things can bring big tears.  Someone pushes him or takes a toy or he falls down (which he does alot).  Luckily, all it takes is a good hug from mom and a cuddle with Pup and he is good again.



Noah loves to run.  But what makes it pretty fun to watch is he watches his own shadow as he goes.  He likes to see if he can run as fast as Dash (from The Incredibles) or the Flash.  When he was little, he would hold his arms bent, with the elbows high up in the back, and his arms would swing back and forth as fast as his legs would go.  He would often "wind up" before taking off.  Now, he still swings those arms with force and runs with a very determined face.




Noah doesn't care for anything educational.  I have about a minute of time in which he can focus and I try to teach him a letter.  Then, as we read books, I will have him look for letters he knows in the title. I can usually get him to find two letters before he say, "Just read, Mom!"

Noah constantly talks.  Sometimes questions.  Sometimes explaining the world he is seeing in his head.   With his sweet voice and beautiful brown eyes, he can be difficult to say "no" to.  He is the best cuddler I have ever met.  He likes to come get in bed with me in the morning and he snuggles right next to me.  He likes to be held.  During sacrament meeting, he will hold Pup (the green blanket with a puppy face which goes everywhere with us, yet gets lost multiple times a day because Noah will carry him around the house, drop him, and not remember where later.), suck on his two fingers, and be content to sit on Darren's lap.

When we are in the car driving somewhere in the afternoon, it is always a group effort to keep Noah from falling asleep.  Because if he does, anytime after noon, for any amount of time longer than 5 minutes, he will not go to bed until 10 or 11 pm.  Often we will be driving and the boys are trying to talk over each other and with me and I will not notice I haven't heard Noah's voice in a minute and he has fallen sound asleep.  And once he is asleep in the car, you simply can't wake him up and keep him awake.  It just can't be done.  

Noah loves Eva.  He likes to give her toys and talk to her.  Noah loves Davis.  About 10:30 am, Noah starts asking if it is time to go get Davis from school.  He loves to be involved in whatever Davis is doing.  He and Davis can play happily outside all afternoon in good weather.  They definitely play better outside when I am supervising from just inside the window where they don't have to compete for my attention and have a little free reign.

We love having Noah in our family.  He is so funny.  He has the best responses and questions and view of the world and I don't have a chance to write down all the things he says.  He a very sweet soul and a blessing in our home.


Saturday, March 14, 2015

All About Davis



Davis loves corn dogs and macaroni and cheese.  He loves the goulash I make (hamburger, noddles, cream of chicken soup, fiesta nacho cheese soup) and broccoli.  He does not like most cheese, Darren's spaghetti, sometimes yogurt, and most of the time milk.  He can make scrambled eggs by himself from start to finish.  He is good at pancakes and brownies with a little help.  He gets upset whenever I make cookies or cake or batter-based goodies without him.

Davis is more athletic than I ever expected.  (He used to hit his head on the wall when he got upset and he took soooo long to learn to walk.)  His favorite sport changes with whatever sport the kids are playing at school.  At the top is soccer and he is very good at it.  He is very fast and likes to race.  Right now he is playing basketball at school recess and loves it.  Any time the weather is warm enough, he begs Darren to go out and play soccer in the backyard or shoot hoops with our little hoop.

When Darren asked Davis what job he wanted when he grew up, Davis replied, "A policeman or a construction worker."  I asked why a construction worker? "Because I like to build things," he said.  Why a policeman?  "Because I already play good guy vs bad guy."  Both good reasons.

Davis is hating reading less as he learns more words.  He still reads like his mom - skims as he goes.  Unfortunately, he gets lots of words wrong because he looks at the first letter of the word and guesses the rest.  He has started his first chapter book, Magic Tree House #1, and is slowly moving through it.  He enjoys studying for his weekly spelling tests and remembers what he studies well.  He regularly gets 10/10 and often gets several of the challenge words correct.



With all that smart in his brain comes a bit of smart alec.  He doesn't like to listen to others much and has a problem with his tongue sticking out or his whiny "eehh" escaping when he doesn't like the answer to his question.  He can be a bit of a bad example to Noah, who would follow Davis anywhere.  That is why I don't take both of them together to the library.  Or the grocery store.  Or anywhere I need to get things done.



Davis loves his brother and sister.  If he could hold Eva and lug her around all day, I think he would.  When he and Noah get up early in the morning, Davis will read stories to Noah or they will go downstairs and play and play and play.  They get along fantastically until me or Darren are up, then they start to disagree and fight for attention.  When Noah is sad, Davis will do what he can to make him laugh.




Davis has a funny sense of humor and a cute, mischievous smile that makes me laugh.  We love having him in the family.  He is a good example to us all because he is often the one who reminds us to have family prayer at night and family home evening on Mondays nights.  He is a big help with Eva and a good brother to Noah.  We love Davis!

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Happy First Birthday, Eva!

My baby turned 1 on February 24th.  We had family over and a very fun party.  Lots of boys to "help" Eva open her presents.  She got a little toy-top table to practice standing at, two sweet little dolls, her very own real remote, which, ironically, she doesn't like as much as the ones we use for the tvs, and lots of very cute clothes.  She loved the cake and the excitement.








Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Christmas in Ferron, 2014: Shootin', Playin', Burnin', and a little Twister

What a great Christmas.  What a GREAT Christmas.  The whole family was together in Ferron and I loved it.

What do you do on Christmas Eve in Ferron?  Why, go shootin' out at the farm, of course!  Davis was apparently a crack shooter (is that even the right saying?).  Noah and James had enough quite quickly and took refuge in the car.

Darren

Davis


James and Noah


Marian and Noah


Noah


Grandpa, Davis, Ben


Natalie, Alex, Grandma

Christmas Eve all the boys slept downstairs on Grandma's extensive collection of twin mattresses.  We heard little voices for a long time after the adults had vacated the basement.  I think Jesse went down to quiet the herd after awhile.




All the siblings and spouses after the kids went to bed.  We had a rousing gift exchange game and Grandpa was the one encouraging a little competition.

Christmas morning was beautiful, fun chaos.  Our boys had been asking for light sabers for months, and luckily Santa got their letter and brought them some.  A great big thanks to Aaron for taking our Christmas morning pictures!






These Superman pajamas that Noah got for Christmas have been worn more than any other pajamas in the history of our little family.




Grandma and Grandpa were given a wii by the Fillmore Ralphs and it kept little and big boys entertained all day Christmas and much of the next few days.  The competition became fierce when Jesse, Aaron, Matt, Nic, and Darren took over the remotes.



And I just couldn't have a blog post without pics of Eva.





Max, chillin' with a gun.


The day after Christmas, it was back out to the farm to pick up wood and have a bonfire.  Grandma brought out zucchini which was eaten in 2.4 seconds.  Everyone loves Grandma's zucchini bread!




Breakfast at Grandma's house was no small affair.

Eva again.  Because she's so cute.

We headed to Fillmore for New Year's Eve (we were still homeless, so we went where the action was).  Jesse took us sledding in town and the boys could have stayed until it was too dark to see and too cold to feel, but me and Grandpa called it quits before that and took everyone with us.  Back at Jesse and Natalie's home we had the greatest cracker dinner and New Year's Eve feast ever.  So much great food.  I could have eaten Natalie's stuffed mushrooms all night.  It was fun to watch the little boys play Twister.  It was even more fun to watch the adults play Twister.  Well, I watched what I could see from in between arms and legs while playing.  It was a great way to end 2014!