Josh's Science Project

Josh had his school Science Fair in February. Since he is in Honors Science he is required to go to the District Science Fair. Then he was selected to go on to the Regional Science Fair at BYU last week. Though he wasn't selected to go on to State he had a great project. He tested the thermal qualities of fabrics for winter campouts. Being a scout in Utah takes him on many cold/freezing campouts. So, it was only natural for him to chose this project. He selected 5 fabrics and tested them by heating a potato in the microwave. Then he wrapped each potato in the fabric and took the temperature of the potato with a thermal cuppler every 15 mins. It was determined that Thinsulate held the warmest temp for the longest period of time. We are proud of Josh.

A President, a Scientist, and a Travel Agent

Seth has had many major projects lately. First was his Presidents Report. His president was Gerald Ford. He had to research and give a 3 minute speech as that president. He learned that that Gerald Ford was born Leslie Lynch King Jr. and he was the only vice president to be an eagle scout. He did a great job and seems to enjoy the stage. Do we have politician on our hands?

In February Seth had his Science Fair. Since he had been learning about drugs in the DARE program he decided to do research on The effects of smoking On Our Lungs. It is scary all the things that are in cigarettes (among others; formaldehyde, tar and rat poison). I am surprised anyone who knows what is in them will smoke and live to tell about it. Then last week he had the State Fair. His state was South Dakota. He researched his state and made a informational brochure.
Hopefully this is the last of the major projects for Seth this year. The great thing about Seth is that he doesn't need to be watched over when he has papers or projects to do. He is a great writer and enjoys research.

Mothers - we have good days and we have...other days!

Sunday was one of those "good days". After church (we have the dreaded late schedule) Micah was a gem while Seth and I made dinner. He enjoyed playing with these balloons, and yes, he IS flossing his teeth with the ribbons.

Next I found him in the play box. Dinner was on the table before I even heard him complain.

Then we have those...other days

Micah was exhausting on Friday. It was one of those days a mother considers selling the kids to a traveling band of gypsies. I'm not saying I don't love the whining, throwing and hitting; it's just that I hat hit my limit. I think he had 8 time-outs that day. Bruce rescued my sanity with a date later that night. This is a pic of one of his tantrums. Isn't he cute? You gotta love the drool!

Then shortly after I took the pic of Micah; Kate had a meltdown and I sent her to her room. Being such a compassionate and caring mom, I snapped this pic before I talked to her and set her free.

It seems to me that our time-out chair doesn't work. So I have found a new time-out spot. The bonus to this location is that I can get so much more done while he is "serving his time". Okay, before someone calls child protection services I should mention he enjoys playing in the dog kennel and it wasn't even locked.

Surprise!

I generally like surprises but I am not a fan of the kind of surprise I got this week. On Monday, my smart and responsible first child came home from school and casually announced (not the first time),"Oh by the way, I need to build a catapult and it is due tomorrow." Surprise! This is the kind of announcement makes mothers cringe because it is loosely translated as, "I need you to stay up late to design, purchase material, and build my homework while I hang about and annoy, argue, and take credit for the final product because I procrastinated until last minute or I promise 'I just forgot' when I played video games all day on Saturday." Ugh!

Not today! I told him I was too busy to help him but if he designed it and determined what materials were needed I would take him to the store and finance the supplies. But that was all I was going to do to help. I admit that I did help "tweek" the design a bit but that was all I would do. He was going to use the hand saw and cut all the pieces (I was not about to allow a 13 yr old to use power tools, plus I figured it would build character), nail, and assemble everything himself. Fortunately for him, as we drove home we saw one of our neighbors in his garage using a table saw for some finish work. After some pleading and a pouty face he had compassion and cut the wood for him. I'm sure that saved him at least 2 hours. Now all he had to do was nail the pieces together.

As I was making dinner I heard whining from the garage. I resisted peeking in on him until after I was nearly done with preparing dinner. When I looked in on him, he was nearly in tears as the wood was splitting and he feared he would have to start over. Frankly, I had the same fear. Gratefully dad came home in time to rescue him. They glued and drilled and did whatever men do in the garage and ended up with a fine looking machine.

I have to admit I am proud of my son for pulling it off. He has a great mind if he would just apply himself...in a timely manner, instead of waiting until last minute. It will be fun to watch him grow up and make mistakes and have many successes.

My dwindling plastic dish supply

We have assorted plastic dishes for our young kids to use so that the breakable dishes don't get...well...broken. These plastic dishes have been dropped and thrown hundreds of times until child #4. He must have superhuman strength because many of these dishes have survived nearly 13 years and 4 kids. I am definitely frustrated as I really don't want to replace these dishes since he is our last child. This one is still usable but when his sister finds out...

Brunette Shirley Temple

Stand aside Shirley Temple. This brunnette has taken over. Our family has stick straight hair and does not hold curl longer than it takes to walk out of the bathroom. So when we decided to put curlers in Kate's hair we used the smallest rollers. We were very surprised to see the results. The amazing thing is that this was the end of the day. How did the curls remain? It was fun to see curls on her for a day.

The Perfect Mother Has Fallen

I have been the perfect mother to Micah who is now 22 months. I mean really, I should be. He is my fourth child. All that experience should make parenting a breeze, right? Micah has been one of those children that other parents have been secretly envious of. He is happy, quiet (speech delay - a blog for another day), peaceful, and plays calming by himself. Who wouldn't want a child like this.
Over the last few weeks I have felt my angelic halo has been slipping. No, I take that back. It has fallen off and completely shattered. Micah has decided that throwing is his new favorite pastime. It would be fine with me if he just threw a ball across the room. Or used soft, fluffy stuffed animals as a weapon. But, nooooo! He enjoys throwing heavy and hard things directly at people and animals. He will seek someone out (usually the cat or dog) just to throw something at them. I think he particularly enjoys throwing his sippy cup at me when I am asleep on the couch. What a sweet kid!
Just to spice things up he also enjoys hitting. Usually an open handed slap right across my face. Yesterday I put him in time-out for slapping me. After his mandatory 60 second time-out I talked to him about using nice hands. I get the impression it didn't click because he slapped me again while still sitting in time-out.
What is a perfect mom to do? Time-out (he was in time-out about 8 times yesterday) and showing him how to be gentle just isn't working. I've heard some people having success by hitting them back with a toy but I am not a fan of abuse. Do any of you have any suggestions? I am at my wits end.

This can mean only one thing...

I'm not sure who took this pic but it must be a sign.

Spring soccer is about to begin. Yea!

Blast Off!

My cub scout just completed his last cub scout derby. I'm a little sad to close this chapter.

The following are pics from previous years. I don't know why Seth looks younger in 2008 than he did in 2007.

2007

The year of the "Raingutter Regatta". As this ship requires no parental help to assemble Seth was free to creativity decorate his vessel. Glitter glue was an exciting addition.
Results: The ship did not seem to be sea worthy as the sail did not want to stay up and the boat flipped.

2008

The Pinewood Derby. Bruce (patiently) helped him with this awesome creation. Seth was sure this car was worthy of first place.

Results: He finished 4th. Not too bad!

2009

The space derby. Seth carved and painted this rocket himself. Doesn't it look cool. Green is his favorite color. I love this pic. Seth can't resist posing. Seth had high hopes for this derby as previous races failed to meet expectations.



Results: The first race ended disappointingly at take off. The rocket did not even move forward. Time for hero intervention. Hero dad used a cordless drill to wind the propeller. Now the planets have aligned, the tears have dried up, and the hope of an amazing take-off resumes. Ten, nine, eight...two, one. Blast off. The propeller spun furiously as it should but once again the rocket went nowhere. Finally the light bulb comes on. We were winding the propeller the wrong direction. Once we figured that out the rocket propelled itself forward but the race was pretty much done. So all-in-all Seth had a disappointing cub scout derby career. Maybe we will get it all figured out by the time Micah becomes a boy scout in 6 years.


Seth, we enjoy having you in our family. You are so much fun. You have just earned your Webelos rank. We are proud of you.

Draper Temple Open House

Our church has completed another beautiful temple in Draper, UT. We were fortunate enough to be able to take our three oldest children to the open house. The temple was majestic and beautiful! Kate was so excited. I seriously think that she was as excited about going to the temple as she would be to go to Disneyland. She was just giddy. Bruce couldn't wait to show her the bride's room. This is the room where the bride's get ready before they get married. There are a lot of mirrors, a beautiful ornate chandelier, and a gorgeous flowery rug. Simplistic beauty!
We are grateful for our marriage in the temple. We believe this binds our family together not just for this life but for eternity as well. I can't imagine a heaven without my dear husband and wonderful children. The following is a YouTube video tour and commentary about the temple.

My inheritance from dear ol' dad

My father has many wonderful traits I could have inherited. So why is it that I have to be the recipient of the less favorable trait of insomnia. I don't have it everynight but I still have to deal with it more often than I would like. Last night was a typical insomnia night. This was the schedule of events:

10:30 - 11:00 Go to bed with dreams of a great night sleep. Fall asleep immediately.

3:15 am: toss and turn for 45 minutes pretending that you are going to fall asleep any minute.

4:00 am: Storm down stairs in hopes that doing something totally boring will induce sleepiness.

4:10 am: Update your facebook status to "having insomnia again" and wonder why zero of your 159 friends are not up too so you can chat with them. Not even they guy from your ward in H.S. who now lives in China.

4:15 am: Get bored and start reading mommy blogs that make you feel better about youself because "at least I don't do that". Read posted comments too.

5:30 am: Return to bed because certainly you must be tired now. Toss and turn and finally fall asleep ten minutes before the alarm goes off. Sigh! Another unproductive, tired, zombie-like day. There is always tomorrow night.

Thank you dad. I think of you every night I am up for no apparent reason. The only consulation? I know you are up too. I love you dad!

My dad and his dad.

What happened to spring?

I could have sworn that spring started just last week. We have been enjoying beautiful warm weather until last night. This is what we woke up to:

We received 4-6 inches of snow. By 9 am the sun came out and it was beautiful! Kate and Micah couldn't wait to play outside.

Micah fell and couldn't get up. Gotta love those snowsuits.

Kate was trying to figure out how to swing.

Lady loves the snow. She was frolicking in the snow all morning.

Lets start the bidding at $1. Do I hear $1?

While I was on the phone I heard the lovely trickling sound of water. No it wasn't a peaceful zen waterfall but a toddler pouring his sisters water onto the floor. Kate came to me rather upset about the whole incident. This was our conversation

Me: "I know, what are we going to do with that boy?"

Kate: Without hesitation, "We could sell him."

Me: "Hmmm. How much do you think we could get for him?"

Kate: "One dollar?"

Me: "Why just one dollar?"

Kate: "Because he is one year old."

Me: "But he will be two soon."

Kate: "Well, okay, maybe two dollars. Or five. Okay, ten dollars. But that's all."

Clearance sale on an almost two year old boy.

Cheap! Only $10.

The boy and his dog

Micah loves our new dog. He enjoys climbing all over the dog until she gets tired of him and gets up and moves to another spot. He has an annoying obsession with the dog's food and water. He especially loves to play with the dog food while she eats. It doesn't seem to bother Lady at all. Earlier today I caught Micah sitting next to the dog while she was eating with the empty water bowl on his head like a hat. I'm not sure where all the water ended up. It's too bad I didn't have the camera ready. It was pretty funny.

However, a dog and a toddler create a great challenge. Here are a list of things I said before 9 am this morning.

1. Don't put your sister's shoe in the dog's water bowl.
2. Don't sit on the dog, she is not a horse.
3. Don't pull the doggie's ears.
4. Don't try to feed the dog Mr. Potato Head's ear.
5. Don't drive your cars in the dog's water bowl.
6. No, the doggies does not need a pacifier.
7. Stop throwing your cereal on the floor for the doggie to eat.
8. Don't put your shoe in the dog's water bowl.
9. No, the doggie doesn't need a milk bath.
10. Stop throwing dog food all over the kitchen floor. (I left the room for only 5 minutes only to return to find an entire bowl of food scattered all
over the kitchen floor. It was like walking through a land mine.)

I can't remember how Micah entertained himself before we got the dog but I'm sure there weren't so many ways to get into trouble.