Funny Things

Carson is doing a golf camp this week for 9-14 yr olds. I was asking him how the 14 yr old boys are.  He told me they are really competitive and always talking through everybody's back swings. He said they are always saying things like "I can do better than that" or "I'm just getting warmed up." So your basic teenage trash talk.

I asked him if they use any swear words. He said "No, they're not graffiti teenagers." I laughed and said "what's a graffiti teenager?" He explained "a kid who does graffiti on his school." Lol! Apparently that is the standard for a good kid.

We live in a rural, somewhat small town. Nearby is a little bit nicer town, Holly Springs. I was driving and there is one intersection in town that has a bunch of bamboo growing. Camille said "I see the bamboo...but I don't see the panda." I said "I don't think there are in pandas in Fuquay." Camille asked "they live in Holly Springs?" I laughed pretty hard. Holly Springs tends to have the nicer anything so if there were pandas around...they'd probably be there.

Swim!

I signed up Carson and Chloe for Swim Team this year. We had our first meet tonight. Chloe was terrified that she couldn't swim the half way that was required  (even though she's done it). She was just a big ball of tears. I tried bribing her with candy, that didn't work. She finally stepped up when she asked if I would take her to McDonald's for lunch AND let her stay up late and watch a movie in bed with me. She cried a lot tonight, but she did it (with a little help).

I have to wonder if I'm pushing her through her feat and helping her conquer it...or if I'm traumatizing her for life. I hope this doesn't scar her!

Carson did well and swam faster than I've ever seen him do. So fun to watch him.

Also today, Camille had her first dance class. She did so good listening to the teacher and being brave. No crying! Yay!

Announcement!

At this point, I've made the blog private so no one is reading this but me. I'm just doing it more as a mini journal.

So I am 8 weeks pregnant! Karl and I were quite content with our 3 kids. No one is in diapers! It's magical to have everyone potty trained. We were thinking we were probably done. Correction, I was thinking...Karl was 100% sure.  I just wanted to make sure so I asked Karl to pray and fast with me. I felt like I needed to know for sure or I'd always wonder.

I didn't really feel a strong answer. Karl felt like he should follow my inspiration. I went ahead and made an appointment to have an IUD put in. While these aren't permanent, it felt like I was making a final decision. Half way through the appointment i basically had an emotional break down, lol. I suddenly felt so sure this isn't what I should do. I started crying. The poor nurse was trying to comfort me. I apologized for wasting their time and told them I would not be getting an IUD.

The whole time I was texting Karl updates. He responded "well, I guess we're having another baby." Lol. And so...2 months later, I was pregnant.

I'm now 8 weeks and sick as a dog. My mind does an amazing job forgetting how awful it is. The love for your child must push out all the horrible pain and discomfort!  Can't wait to be done with the 1st trimester...more like week 16 for me...but I'm thinking positive!

We're excited. It's funny, I'm not "baby hungry" but just felt so sure our family wasn't done. I am telling myself this is baby #last though!

Another Chloe

These conversations embody our 5 year old.

#1. Karl explaining something complicated and she didn't quite follow "You'll just have to trust me."

Chloe: "No I don't. I trust myself."

#2.  Me trying to teach her how to ride a bike with no training wheels after she's been trying on her own with no luck..."Watch Chloe...Chloe are you watching?...Chloe!...Sometimes we learn by watching."

Chloe: "And sometimes we learn by doing!"

She 100% trusts herself and has always learned by doing. Parenting her is a whole new world. She learns her lessons the hard way, but there's no convincing her otherwise. She causes me a lot of frustration but she has qualities that I admire and can't wait to see in action as an adult. We just have to guide her and let her do her thing. Fingers crossed!

True Love

We are in trouble. Chloe told me tonight that she told Easton (a boy in her Kindergarten class) that she loves him. (She is constantly declaring her love to boys!) As I walked away, I heard her say (in a very romantic way) "I love him with all of my heart." Oh boy.

Eating Myself

Camille was having a snack yesterday. She yelled out "Ow!" and then started whimpering. I asked if she bit her tongue. She angrily pointed at her veggie straw and said "Dat made me eat myself!" I couldn't help but laugh. It makes sense though.

Chloe isms

Sometimes Chloe gets scared at night. But she doesn't say "I'm scared." She yells out "I'm getting the creeps." It makes me laugh, which means I usually go in to help her calm down.

Chloe calls hand sanitizer "hanitizer." Every time she says it I think, why doesn't everyone call it hanitizer? It makes so much sense.