Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Two Snot Boys...
And What To Do With Unruly Boots... Sunday afternoon, while I was at work, Rayna climbed up in her daddy's lap and proceeded to point to various features and count them off. She pointed to his eyes and informed him he had two eyes. Pointed to his hands and told him he had two hands. Pointed to one hand and told him he had five fingers. Pointed to his ears and told him he had two ears. Pointed to his mouth and told him he had one mouth. Pointed to his nose and told him he had one nose. Pointed to the holes in his nose and proclaimed proudly that he had two snot boys! (Translation: NOSTRILS!) At least her daddy was carbonated!
Last Friday, Doug got off the school van and headed straight down to the corral where we were working with the horses. I paused long enough to check his back-pack for any school notes. As I was reading a note, Rayna began scuffing her boots through a particularly deep ash pile. I yelled over at her to get out of those ashes. She was a little slow of hearing. It took a second scolding to move her from the fun she was having kicking up those ashes and making a real mess of her boots. Meanwhile, I read in the note that Doug had been really good at school, EXCEPT he had insisted on kissing his cowboy boots several times during the day. I looked up from the note and informed Doug that his boots were going straight into "time out" and that he wouldn't be able to wear them for a day since he had been disruptive in school and kept kissing them. Doug hung his head dejectedly. Rayan, overhearing my sentencing, ran over and declared, "My boots need to go in 'time out' too, because they wouldn't stay out of the ashes!" So, as soon as we got back home I took away Doug's boots (to his utter sadness) and Rayna's boots (to her utter delight). I felt kind of odd 'disciplining' her by taking away her boots as she was happily bubbling, "Thank you so much, mommy!" Somehow that just didn't seem right! Ever feel like your kids have your figured out and you suspect they have just outsmarted you, but you aren't sure exactly HOW?
Well, Monday, after we had brought the horses in from the pasture, Rayna went inside her gandparents' house to warm up while I continued working with the horses. After she had been running around in their house for a while, she suddenly peeled her boots off and declared they needed to go into "time-out"! She made quite a show of banishing her beloved boots into "time-out". Her puzzled grandparents asked her why she was making her boots go in to time out. She replied indignantly, "My boots walked IN the horse poop instead of AROUND it!" She had the manner well in hand, though...teaching her boots to behave themselves!
Sometimes I wonder what all is going through her mind...like just now...she walked out of here and up the stairs softly commenting to herself, "I guess I don't really like spiders, actually." We haven't seen any spiders today or spoken about them...why she would be commentating upon them to herself as she climbed the stairs, I have no idea! ¶ 11/15/2005 08:55:00 AM
And What To Do With Unruly Boots... Sunday afternoon, while I was at work, Rayna climbed up in her daddy's lap and proceeded to point to various features and count them off. She pointed to his eyes and informed him he had two eyes. Pointed to his hands and told him he had two hands. Pointed to one hand and told him he had five fingers. Pointed to his ears and told him he had two ears. Pointed to his mouth and told him he had one mouth. Pointed to his nose and told him he had one nose. Pointed to the holes in his nose and proclaimed proudly that he had two snot boys! (Translation: NOSTRILS!) At least her daddy was carbonated!
Last Friday, Doug got off the school van and headed straight down to the corral where we were working with the horses. I paused long enough to check his back-pack for any school notes. As I was reading a note, Rayna began scuffing her boots through a particularly deep ash pile. I yelled over at her to get out of those ashes. She was a little slow of hearing. It took a second scolding to move her from the fun she was having kicking up those ashes and making a real mess of her boots. Meanwhile, I read in the note that Doug had been really good at school, EXCEPT he had insisted on kissing his cowboy boots several times during the day. I looked up from the note and informed Doug that his boots were going straight into "time out" and that he wouldn't be able to wear them for a day since he had been disruptive in school and kept kissing them. Doug hung his head dejectedly. Rayan, overhearing my sentencing, ran over and declared, "My boots need to go in 'time out' too, because they wouldn't stay out of the ashes!" So, as soon as we got back home I took away Doug's boots (to his utter sadness) and Rayna's boots (to her utter delight). I felt kind of odd 'disciplining' her by taking away her boots as she was happily bubbling, "Thank you so much, mommy!" Somehow that just didn't seem right! Ever feel like your kids have your figured out and you suspect they have just outsmarted you, but you aren't sure exactly HOW?
Well, Monday, after we had brought the horses in from the pasture, Rayna went inside her gandparents' house to warm up while I continued working with the horses. After she had been running around in their house for a while, she suddenly peeled her boots off and declared they needed to go into "time-out"! She made quite a show of banishing her beloved boots into "time-out". Her puzzled grandparents asked her why she was making her boots go in to time out. She replied indignantly, "My boots walked IN the horse poop instead of AROUND it!" She had the manner well in hand, though...teaching her boots to behave themselves!
Sometimes I wonder what all is going through her mind...like just now...she walked out of here and up the stairs softly commenting to herself, "I guess I don't really like spiders, actually." We haven't seen any spiders today or spoken about them...why she would be commentating upon them to herself as she climbed the stairs, I have no idea! ¶ 11/15/2005 08:55:00 AM
