a prayer gets you in trouble! This is life with Lee. Late night at work for Lee. Braxton was asleep so Lee actually got to decide who was going to say the blessing on the food. Usually the kid wants to say EVERY prayer. Lee ended up saying it. Not sure that was the best thing. You'll soon see why I say this.
Quoting from the end of Lee's prayer, "Please help us both in our day's work, that I may do what is best for my patients and that Rachel might... (a long pause with deep thought) do whatever it is that she does here." He knew this wasn't going to be good so he ended appropriately after that sentence.
That's what happens when you keep your eyes open during the prayer. Makes it easy to see that a comment will be coming your way after the amen. :) We just laughed. I guess my day's recap of rockets, dump trucks, and Don't Break the Ice downplayed what actually got done!
--- Just in case you are worried about him, don't be. He's never actually in trouble. I just usually laugh and follow those things up with "You're lucky I love you." He makes life fun!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Junky music
So a few Sundays ago I was pretty stressed. I am not even sure what caused it now. I just know that I only had one thing I wanted and it was calm instrumental (piano) music. I told Lee that I was bummed because I just put Bryson down and the music was in there. I followed that up with "I don't want any junky music."
Of course Braxton had a question about this. We discussed that some people don't write music about good things. He had a hard time understanding this. I tried my best but the only examples I could come up with that I cared to answer even more questions about were songs about smoking, drinking, or drugs. We all know there are sadly more vulgar things in music but my little one is still so little... Plus Braxton knows from dad's medical lessons the hurt that these choices can cause the body. So there were not a lot of questions to follow. Dad hurried Braxton off to church. I followed a few minutes behind with Bryson.
While we were there one lady mentioned the power of music and what a joy good music is in her home. I leaned over to Braxton and told him that she didn't like junky music either. Braxton much louder than even his normal talking voice (which is already pretty loud) said, "Dad knows a song about smoking in the boys' room." It seemed to everyone else that Braxton was busting Lee for some car karaoke session. Dad was trying to explain to me while holding in laughter that the discussion on worthy music continued on their way to church. I knew this but couldn't keep myself from cracking up.
At least Braxton's listening to the things we say right? :)
Of course Braxton had a question about this. We discussed that some people don't write music about good things. He had a hard time understanding this. I tried my best but the only examples I could come up with that I cared to answer even more questions about were songs about smoking, drinking, or drugs. We all know there are sadly more vulgar things in music but my little one is still so little... Plus Braxton knows from dad's medical lessons the hurt that these choices can cause the body. So there were not a lot of questions to follow. Dad hurried Braxton off to church. I followed a few minutes behind with Bryson.
While we were there one lady mentioned the power of music and what a joy good music is in her home. I leaned over to Braxton and told him that she didn't like junky music either. Braxton much louder than even his normal talking voice (which is already pretty loud) said, "Dad knows a song about smoking in the boys' room." It seemed to everyone else that Braxton was busting Lee for some car karaoke session. Dad was trying to explain to me while holding in laughter that the discussion on worthy music continued on their way to church. I knew this but couldn't keep myself from cracking up.
At least Braxton's listening to the things we say right? :)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
My funny Bryson
This will probably be an ongoing list of cute things Bryson does. I'll add to it later too.
1. He growls at every animal. Whether it's real or just a picture, it doesn't matter. I think he thinks all of the animals sound the same. GRRRR! Even better than that is he even growls at some strangers. Not sure what that means.
2. This one says more about me than him I think. He blows on almost every bite of food. I have witnessed it with bananas and ice cream. I must overheat his food way too often and he assumes it all hits his tray that way.
3. Bryson says CHEEEESE as soon as he sees the camera. Actually it is EEEESE but it counts, right?
4. To go along with #3... At bedtime he tells his bear and frog "ni ni." He even pats them to sleep from time to time. Too cute!
5. He's been learning names of the body parts, particularly the face. We've really got to be careful with that one because he likes to poke... I mean point as you say their names.
6. Here's a fun game he played with dad. Totally a game too. Not a chance that it was a wrong answer. He was learning family members' names (Dad, Mom, Brax, Bryce). Several days in he thought he'd be silly. Anytime we said "dada" or he said "dada" his finger pointed to his own chest. Of course there was a big reaction from Lee and Bryson smiled a playful smile.
7. Actually part of #6 is wrong. He calls Lee "dada" and "mom mom" is what I answer to.
8. He is such a teenager already. Let me explain this. I put him in his bed at naptime and hand him his blanket. Immediately he pulls it over his head and rolls away from me.
9. Here's another behavior that is WAY too grown up for Bryson. When I am packing the truck to head out for errands I usually have him on my hip. It's almost a guarantee that I'll forget something and have to go back in. He screams and holds onto the door frame when I've crossed the threshold. The boy has a pretty serious case of road fever!
10. If someone tickles Bryson then he immediately tries to tickle himself. He laughs but I think that's mostly because everyone is laughing around him.
1. He growls at every animal. Whether it's real or just a picture, it doesn't matter. I think he thinks all of the animals sound the same. GRRRR! Even better than that is he even growls at some strangers. Not sure what that means.
2. This one says more about me than him I think. He blows on almost every bite of food. I have witnessed it with bananas and ice cream. I must overheat his food way too often and he assumes it all hits his tray that way.
3. Bryson says CHEEEESE as soon as he sees the camera. Actually it is EEEESE but it counts, right?
4. To go along with #3... At bedtime he tells his bear and frog "ni ni." He even pats them to sleep from time to time. Too cute!
5. He's been learning names of the body parts, particularly the face. We've really got to be careful with that one because he likes to poke... I mean point as you say their names.
6. Here's a fun game he played with dad. Totally a game too. Not a chance that it was a wrong answer. He was learning family members' names (Dad, Mom, Brax, Bryce). Several days in he thought he'd be silly. Anytime we said "dada" or he said "dada" his finger pointed to his own chest. Of course there was a big reaction from Lee and Bryson smiled a playful smile.
7. Actually part of #6 is wrong. He calls Lee "dada" and "mom mom" is what I answer to.
8. He is such a teenager already. Let me explain this. I put him in his bed at naptime and hand him his blanket. Immediately he pulls it over his head and rolls away from me.
9. Here's another behavior that is WAY too grown up for Bryson. When I am packing the truck to head out for errands I usually have him on my hip. It's almost a guarantee that I'll forget something and have to go back in. He screams and holds onto the door frame when I've crossed the threshold. The boy has a pretty serious case of road fever!
10. If someone tickles Bryson then he immediately tries to tickle himself. He laughs but I think that's mostly because everyone is laughing around him.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Boy was I wrong.
I have to write this down before I forget.
A few Sundays back we were sitting a bit closer to one of Braxton's favorite ladies, Sister Clifford. His love for this family started with candy each week from Brother Clifford. My little guy was always on the lookout for him when we entered the building. Soon he was sitting in their row snuggled up to Leah. Man was he disappointed when she left the ward. She knew he LOVES mazes and bought a book just for him. Now Sister Clifford carries it in her purse every Sunday and he begs her to draw "trickier" mazes on lined paper.
It must have been after one of those requests where Braxton decided he wanted to trace his hand. He does this quite often so nothing struck me about him moving the pencil in and out of his little fingers. Next he scribbled all over. Julie looked at him in a confused way I am sure because without hesitation he said "It's blood!"
I thought, "Oh how morbid." I couldn't believe my son was drawing a gushing cut right in the middle of sacrament meeting. Not something I had even seen him do at home. He doesn't talk that way either. I wanted to keep Braxton from going into detail about how this happened. We didn't need the story. So I asked for the pencil and took it to the point where I saw him start this bloody mess. I drew my best band aid. He shot me this look of disgust, probably wanting to say out loud that I had ruined his picture. He didn't though. He just started looking for the eraser.
Julie and I laughed. I said, "I guess moms can't fix everything."
Then he let me know, "This is the blood on the inside. Vessels, mom."
WHEW! Braxton absorbing medical lessons and then turning them into drawings is a lot better than the horror I thought it was.
A few Sundays back we were sitting a bit closer to one of Braxton's favorite ladies, Sister Clifford. His love for this family started with candy each week from Brother Clifford. My little guy was always on the lookout for him when we entered the building. Soon he was sitting in their row snuggled up to Leah. Man was he disappointed when she left the ward. She knew he LOVES mazes and bought a book just for him. Now Sister Clifford carries it in her purse every Sunday and he begs her to draw "trickier" mazes on lined paper.
It must have been after one of those requests where Braxton decided he wanted to trace his hand. He does this quite often so nothing struck me about him moving the pencil in and out of his little fingers. Next he scribbled all over. Julie looked at him in a confused way I am sure because without hesitation he said "It's blood!"
I thought, "Oh how morbid." I couldn't believe my son was drawing a gushing cut right in the middle of sacrament meeting. Not something I had even seen him do at home. He doesn't talk that way either. I wanted to keep Braxton from going into detail about how this happened. We didn't need the story. So I asked for the pencil and took it to the point where I saw him start this bloody mess. I drew my best band aid. He shot me this look of disgust, probably wanting to say out loud that I had ruined his picture. He didn't though. He just started looking for the eraser.
Julie and I laughed. I said, "I guess moms can't fix everything."
Then he let me know, "This is the blood on the inside. Vessels, mom."
WHEW! Braxton absorbing medical lessons and then turning them into drawings is a lot better than the horror I thought it was.
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