I have fallen behind on the blogging. It is amazing how things happen almost every day and I think to myself, I need to remember that and write it down because it is something that took me by surprise or something cute. The problem is I always forget these times before I get a chance to write them down.
There are a few I can remember though.
I was in the car with Colin and Lauren several weekends ago and we saw an ambulance pass by. Colin asked where it was going and I told him somebody was probably hurt and needed help. He went on to speculate. "Maybe someone spilled bubbles and slipped and fell. I think they broke their chin off and died." I tried to tell Colin that probably was not the case, but he was convinced.
This morning I did Lauren's hair as usual in front of my bathroom mirror. Then I put her down on the floor and started putting my makeup on. Lauren looked up at me and said, "Pretty mama". Then she pointed at herself and said, "I pretty." I thought it was so sweet.
Jordan started taking Karate recently. His Karate class is a mix of Karate and gymnastics. So far he is loving it, but I remember in his first class he went to do a somersault on one of the padded wedges and he forgot to put his hands down. He landed right on his head. Since then he seems to be doing better at putting his hands down.
We have also been trying to get the boys to eat what we fix for dinner. The boys are so picky and I have found myself making 3 to 4 meals for dinner to try and please everyone. This was starting to drive me crazy, so this has changed over the past two months. It definitely is not perfect, but the number of meals I am making in a week has definitely decreased. Unfortunately, we have not been successful at getting the boys to eat more, but they do occassionally try something new. Jordan will usually take a little bite of something and manage to swallow it. Colin on the other hand will fight trying it and as soon as it touches his tongue he begins to gag and he runs to the trash can to spit it out. There was one night when we were eating spaghetti for dinner and it was a night that I refused to make anything separate for Colin. Everyone else would eat the spaghetti so if Colin wasn't going to eat it, he would just go hungry that night. We did have jello as a side that night though, so he ate some jello. We would not let him have seconds on the jello though until he tried a noodle (and it had to be bigger then the size of a pencil tip). I finally convinced him to try it with his jello. I put a little slice in the jello and tucked a spaghetti noodle in it. Colin actually ate it. Then he told me he wanted spaghetti and jello for lunch and dinner the next day. Needless to say, he only ate three bites of spaghetti tucked inside the jello for dinner the next night before he said he was done and wouldn't eat more.