Sit down.
Get off the table.
Get out of the sink.
Honey, do you really need that?
No, you may not eat the dog food.
Mommy, tell me a story about Tirzah, Azariah, Zebadiah and Jessica.
Tell me a story about when you were little.
How much milk did you get today?
Owwwww
Noooooo
Not me.
Can I have a snacky?
I'm hungry. (We finally taught them not to say "I'm starving" since they really weren't)
Are you glorifing God?
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
The Chores of my three year old
I recently bought a product called Accountable Kids. It is a board with pegs on it and the children have cards that go on the pegs. As they complete the chore they turn the card over on another peg. It has been working well, the children can look at the pictures and do what they need to without me needing to tell them what to do next.
This morning, I was in the barn doing my chores and Azariah came out in his PJ's crying while asking if I sold his goat. I told the children yesterday that we are going to sell our new buck and he doesn't want to, he afraid I am going to sell it without him knowing. I assured him I haven't sold it yet. He begged me not to sell it. I told him we needed to and that he needed to go do his chores. Tirzah came out with Zeb. She had done her chores and dressed Zeb for me. I was very pleased. Azariah went back in the house.
When I was done with my chores I went in the house and found Azariah with his chores done. There was only one problem, he isn't real good in choosing clothes to put on.
Azariah put on one of Zeb's sweatshirts and a pair of Tirzah's capri's. I believe he looked at the pile of clean clothes on the couch and chose a couple of items he liked and put them one, even though the sweatshirt doesn't really fit and the pants aren't long enough. I haven't told him he isn't wearing his own clothes because I was so pleased he did what he needed to do.
If we go into town I will make him change.
This morning, I was in the barn doing my chores and Azariah came out in his PJ's crying while asking if I sold his goat. I told the children yesterday that we are going to sell our new buck and he doesn't want to, he afraid I am going to sell it without him knowing. I assured him I haven't sold it yet. He begged me not to sell it. I told him we needed to and that he needed to go do his chores. Tirzah came out with Zeb. She had done her chores and dressed Zeb for me. I was very pleased. Azariah went back in the house.
When I was done with my chores I went in the house and found Azariah with his chores done. There was only one problem, he isn't real good in choosing clothes to put on.
Azariah put on one of Zeb's sweatshirts and a pair of Tirzah's capri's. I believe he looked at the pile of clean clothes on the couch and chose a couple of items he liked and put them one, even though the sweatshirt doesn't really fit and the pants aren't long enough. I haven't told him he isn't wearing his own clothes because I was so pleased he did what he needed to do.
If we go into town I will make him change.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
We have baby goats...
Azariah with the Buck and Tirzah with the DoeMocha, finally decided to have her babies last night at about 10 PM. She had a buck and a doe. They are light brown with some white on them. Everything went well. Here are some pictures of the cute little things. Names are yet to be given, though Tirzah has some ideas.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Two Children, Two Goats and One Bucket...
We arrived home from church to get ready for a get together. I sent the older two children out to fill up the goats water. Azariah wanted to go help daddy, but I informed him that he needed to help his sister and as soon as they were done he could go help daddy. This job for one child would probably take about 5 minutes, but with two it was a twenty minute comedy routine.
I looked out the window and saw that the bucket was not upright like it had been when they first ventured out. Tirzah held the hose but since the bucket was sideways no water was going in it. So Azariah decides to climb the fence right there, but that was a bad idea because it is only a wire fence and not real stable with a person climbing on it. He showed some thought and figured that out, so he then travelled to the other side of the pen and tried the fence on that side (right next to the gate). He had the same problem. By this time his sister had stuck her hand through the fence and put it upright. She was now filling up the bucket. Azariah did not notice so he decided to go through the gate. I was watching in case the two goats escaped (they didn't). Eventually Azariah went back to where Tirzah was on the same side of the fence and then the fun began.
Tirzah took a drink of the water (ditch water that is). Then doused her brother with it. After getting 'Riah wet she then decided her feet needed washed so she picks up her foot and washes it, not realizing that she was going to put her foot back in the dirt and this water would make her foot dirty once again. Azariah was not happy at being wet and tried to turn the water off. Some how the water bucket, I think due to the fence hitting it, was on it's side again. Tirzah was able to set it up right and did the same thing a second time, take a drink, wash off her feet and fill the pail. Finally the water bucket was at least partially full. I am not sure if it had anymore water in it when they finished then when they first went out but it sure was fun to watch.
My Father and Grandpa (Grandpa decided to sit in a chair instead of the ground...)
We also had the privilege of playing Crochet with the grandparents. Grandma Peg at 83 was comical to watch.
Grandma Peg palying Crochet...
When she wasn't hitting the ball more than once on her turn, she was pointing out someone else that would. And she also enjoyed hitting the wickes more than her ball. It was an enjoyable time. Grandpa, my grandfather, almost needed the backhoe to get up after he ate his hamburger on the ground, but he made it O.K. He did have this weird reaction to the Homemade Goat Milk Ice Cream that I made. It seemed that after he ate it, he started bleating like a goat. So did my Uncle Wylie, but then again they are my dad's relatives.
Grandpa at the game of Crochet...
I looked out the window and saw that the bucket was not upright like it had been when they first ventured out. Tirzah held the hose but since the bucket was sideways no water was going in it. So Azariah decides to climb the fence right there, but that was a bad idea because it is only a wire fence and not real stable with a person climbing on it. He showed some thought and figured that out, so he then travelled to the other side of the pen and tried the fence on that side (right next to the gate). He had the same problem. By this time his sister had stuck her hand through the fence and put it upright. She was now filling up the bucket. Azariah did not notice so he decided to go through the gate. I was watching in case the two goats escaped (they didn't). Eventually Azariah went back to where Tirzah was on the same side of the fence and then the fun began.
Tirzah took a drink of the water (ditch water that is). Then doused her brother with it. After getting 'Riah wet she then decided her feet needed washed so she picks up her foot and washes it, not realizing that she was going to put her foot back in the dirt and this water would make her foot dirty once again. Azariah was not happy at being wet and tried to turn the water off. Some how the water bucket, I think due to the fence hitting it, was on it's side again. Tirzah was able to set it up right and did the same thing a second time, take a drink, wash off her feet and fill the pail. Finally the water bucket was at least partially full. I am not sure if it had anymore water in it when they finished then when they first went out but it sure was fun to watch.
My Father and Grandpa (Grandpa decided to sit in a chair instead of the ground...)We also had the privilege of playing Crochet with the grandparents. Grandma Peg at 83 was comical to watch.
Grandma Peg palying Crochet...When she wasn't hitting the ball more than once on her turn, she was pointing out someone else that would. And she also enjoyed hitting the wickes more than her ball. It was an enjoyable time. Grandpa, my grandfather, almost needed the backhoe to get up after he ate his hamburger on the ground, but he made it O.K. He did have this weird reaction to the Homemade Goat Milk Ice Cream that I made. It seemed that after he ate it, he started bleating like a goat. So did my Uncle Wylie, but then again they are my dad's relatives.
Grandpa at the game of Crochet...
A Family Get Together
Friday, May 18, 2007
Nighttime Wanderings...
First the three year old comes in to sleep with me, being his mother I immediately check his clothes for "wet". Sure enough the pull-up leaked and I am up changing his clothes and putting him back to bed.
A few hours later my mom ears hear something...that wasn't the one year old throwing up was it? Surely not. I stay in bed for another 30 seconds willing it not to be so...I get it up and sure enough he threw up. But he is happy so I change his sheets and PJ's, put him to bed and go back to bed myself.
Forty minutes later my five year old comes and and says that she just threw up. She did not get any on herself, but it is all over her bed and beloved Oliver, a stuffed dog. The distress at that time was that Oliver was wet and icky. I rinsed him off, but he had to be put on the washer to be washed the next day. That was the most stressful part for my little girl.
Why did they throw up? I have no idea, but both were fine. These events happened Wednesday night then last night I am awakened by cries of "Mommy, I can't find Oliver, I had him and now he isn't there." As if a little stealer came in the night and took him just for fun. I go out to her and look for Oliver when she says "I have to go potty." She goes potty and I can't find the stuffed animal. Finally I find it above her on the table. But not just at the edge but the middle. I put it by her, but she is already back to sleep even without her precious Oliver.
I go back to bed and enjoy the sleep until the alarm goes off at 5 AM. I tell my husband in the morning "I can't figure out how Oliver was were he was." He informs me that she was probably making him do acrobatics and she threw him up and left him. Until of course the middle of the night.
Like a friend of mine says "I think the children get together before they go to bed and say 'you take 1 AM, you take 2 AM and I'll take 4 AM.'"
What a gift from the Lord. As we were waiting for the children to get there beds put out on the floor last night, we had to keep saying "Enjoy the children, enjoy the children." What were they doing you may ask? Well they sleep on crib mattresses that we place on the living room floor. During the day, we put these mattresses up. They were putting them out. The three year old put his flat on the ground and then both the three year old and five year old put their faces to the ground and pushed the bed where it needed to go using the tops of their heads, while the one year old took a ride on it. This was only stressful because it was taking a long time, but we did enjoy the moment nowing this is a precious time.
A few hours later my mom ears hear something...that wasn't the one year old throwing up was it? Surely not. I stay in bed for another 30 seconds willing it not to be so...I get it up and sure enough he threw up. But he is happy so I change his sheets and PJ's, put him to bed and go back to bed myself.
Forty minutes later my five year old comes and and says that she just threw up. She did not get any on herself, but it is all over her bed and beloved Oliver, a stuffed dog. The distress at that time was that Oliver was wet and icky. I rinsed him off, but he had to be put on the washer to be washed the next day. That was the most stressful part for my little girl.
Why did they throw up? I have no idea, but both were fine. These events happened Wednesday night then last night I am awakened by cries of "Mommy, I can't find Oliver, I had him and now he isn't there." As if a little stealer came in the night and took him just for fun. I go out to her and look for Oliver when she says "I have to go potty." She goes potty and I can't find the stuffed animal. Finally I find it above her on the table. But not just at the edge but the middle. I put it by her, but she is already back to sleep even without her precious Oliver.
I go back to bed and enjoy the sleep until the alarm goes off at 5 AM. I tell my husband in the morning "I can't figure out how Oliver was were he was." He informs me that she was probably making him do acrobatics and she threw him up and left him. Until of course the middle of the night.
Like a friend of mine says "I think the children get together before they go to bed and say 'you take 1 AM, you take 2 AM and I'll take 4 AM.'"
What a gift from the Lord. As we were waiting for the children to get there beds put out on the floor last night, we had to keep saying "Enjoy the children, enjoy the children." What were they doing you may ask? Well they sleep on crib mattresses that we place on the living room floor. During the day, we put these mattresses up. They were putting them out. The three year old put his flat on the ground and then both the three year old and five year old put their faces to the ground and pushed the bed where it needed to go using the tops of their heads, while the one year old took a ride on it. This was only stressful because it was taking a long time, but we did enjoy the moment nowing this is a precious time.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Home, home again
Well I am back in Colorado. I am so blessed to have the family that I have. The children and I arrived home at Midnight on Tuesday. We left Texas at 7 AM and arrived in Colorado at Midnight. I did not plan on travilling the whole way like that, but the Lord was ever so gracious in allowing me to be alert and awake to make it. We have enjoyed spending time with Daddy the last two days.
On our way home Zeb threw up four times. I am still trying to decide if it was McDonald's hamburger or if it was car sickness. It wasn't fun, but it helped keep me awake.
Still no goat kids. I should have some by Sunday.
On our way home Zeb threw up four times. I am still trying to decide if it was McDonald's hamburger or if it was car sickness. It wasn't fun, but it helped keep me awake.
Still no goat kids. I should have some by Sunday.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
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