Pierce informed me his name is Angel. Someone has an elevated and somewhat distorted view of himself, I’m thinking.
Solution: Charlotte and Ruby share a double bed. One dear daughter is a bit of a… bed hog, shall we say? I stuck a pool noodle under the sheet and mattress pad the full length of the bed right in the middle. Problem solved – until Little Miss Bed Hog realized she could scoot that noodle toward her sister’s side of the bed and claim more than her fair share.
One of Pierce’s Christmas gifts came in the mail in a box clearly labeled train set – but without any illustration. I didn’t open it, and it’s been in the living room for a few days. Pierce knows it’s for him, was told it’s full of rocks and that’s why it’s heavy. When asked what he wants for Christmas, he tells me rocks. (It’s complete with a mountain… thus my “rocks” answer. It’s sort of an exaggeration… but not quite. I think. I think he’ll love his ‘rocks’, either way.
Pierce came home from co-op talking about his teacher from co-op. He loves her. I asked him if he throws fits for Miss Jena. He acted appalled that I’d suggest such a thing. I asked him if she was nice to him. He said “She gives me BANANAS!” End of discussion, she’s amazing. (Note to self: keep bananas in the house at all times. It’s the way to the boy’s heart, it would seem.)
My floor was mopped twice in two days last week. It’s been four days. Time to mop again. I’m considering adding it to my daily chores list. Some things seem like I don’t do any more than I did when I had two kids. Other things never end.
Pierce’s tantrums have been less and less. Figuring out what makes him tick has been quite the ordeal, but finding the right privilege he’s anticipating and being fully prepared to take it away if need be is typically all it takes to talk him down. Pierce was my dose of humbleness. I didn’t think I had it all figured out, I think, but I did think I knew what I was doing in this whole motherhood bit. Then along comes Pierce. His birth was easy and nothing about him has been easy since. He’s a living, breathing bundle of contradictions and contrariness. And yet – he loves just as fiercely as he lives.
Ruby was reading to Charlotte today. She finished one sentence and stopped. And waited. And waited. And waited. After quite a few seconds passed, she informed me she was reading the period. Upon being questioned, she said that periods mean to wait. To quote her, “I’m waiting for my period to end.” She was indignant when I laughed. Funny, this seems like something I might have said once or twice… entirely different, and yet.
This dear daughter puts sassy in a whole new light. She comes up with some pretty wild stuff. Her teen years are intimidating and at the same time, I can’t wait to see who she’ll become. I can’t help but think that the man she marries better be made of stern stuff. She’ll lead him on a merry chase.
In other news, Ellie has at least two more teeth breaking in, biting me has become her new mealtime entertainment, Charlotte is determined and somewhat successful in teaching herself to read since I’m not getting it done fast enough, and we haven’t had baked oatmeal all week.
Mrs. Diaz @Chewing Crayons And Delaware says
So, I have a son named “Malachi” which actually means “Angel.” He’s the roughest, toughest, most challenging little person you’d ever meet.
I lamented this fact to a friend one day. “He’s supposed to be Angelic!” I cried.
My friend said “He is! What do you think Angels DO? They are fierce and tough, and everywhere they go, they fight with someone!” Well duh.
That explained a lot.
I kick myself for naming him “Angel.” Lol
Oh my. Ruby means fiery gemstone. Pierce is a form of Peter – “the rock”. I swore after Ruby and her fiery personality that we were naming them all quiet, gentle names. “The rock” didn’t seem so bad until I saw it in action. I’m thinking stong and unmovable looks like strong willed in childhood.
Charlotte Moore says
Hahahaha!!! Love it! Pierce with his fallen halo I can picture. Hehehe!!
Your children will have so many memories to look back on.
I can’t help but wonder what they will think as they look back – this is sheer craziness some days!
You ask Nolan how to spell adorable and he replies with “N-O-L-A-N!”
3 year-old boys are fun! Love and miss you guys!
Fun, yes – but oh my word, trying!
Mrs. Diaz @Chewing Crayons And Delaware says
Kirsten Pankratz says
I love how your kids make me laugh. I so need that some days!
I enjoyed my visit here today! Loved reading about you and your family! Hope to find time yo visit again and read more! Sounds like you have a fun household full of adorable children with plenty of zest for life! Enjoy their antics! Before you know it they will be making their messes elsewhere!