We have been watching a lot of Dora the Explorer here at the Durham house recently. I don't know what it is about that show that seems to just fascinate my children. Boo was a huge fan when she was young and Puck still watches it most mornings. But it is Little Man that is the biggest fan now. He knows where all the DVDs of Dora are and how to get them out of their cases and how to open the DVD player and the XBOX and try to get them in there. And he will ask for the show by name, although to be real honest at this point if you didn't live with him you would think that we let him watch The Simpson's because what comes out is "D'Oh" and that means Dora.
For real though, I'm not totally sure why it is that this show is so very popular in the 18 month -4 year demographic. I guess that if I were in that demographic maybe I would understand better what it is. As an adult though, I just have questions:
1) Dora is like 5, maybe 6 years old, and yet she runs around all over the place without ever letting her parents know what she is doing. Seriously, we have just recently started letting Boo walk to the post office alone, and it's only one street away.
2) Why is it that they always have to say the Spanish words and then follow it up with the English translation? Not saying that it is a bad thing to learn a new language, just I'm pretty sure that not everyone speaks Spanish. There was an episode the other day where twin brothers, who looked to be Swedish, automatically were able to speak Spanish to Dora. Weird.
3) Is it not weird/disturbing to anyone that Dora runs around with a talking monkey named Boots? Her parents seem to be totally fine with it, but again, it is a talking monkey who wears bright red boots.
4) Dora's backpack is from the same store as Mary Poppins' handbag it seems. I mean that kid carries everything you could possibly think of in that thing: scissors, markers, library books, life vests, ladders, English/Spanish dictionary, rope and stars...and it sings and talks to her too. I usually wear a backpack to the office or when I going somewhere, but her's is truly amazing.
5) Where does she live that every time she needs to go some place she has to cross rivers and climb mountains and out smart a fox that want to steal her stuff? "We are headed to the library to return my books. First we go over the crocodile infested river; nest we have to climb the nearly erupting volcano, and finally we go through the deep dark woods to get to the library." I think I would just keep the books and pay the fines.
6) One thing that might be really nice though would be to have the little insect mariachi band that plays every time Dora gets to a milestone of her journey. This would make it so much easier in the car to answer the question "Are we there yet?" "Have you heard the band yet, has the insect mariachi band marched past us playing the song yet? No? Then we are not there yet are we?"
Like I said earlier, I don't understand it, but for my kids its like baby crack (thanks Jon Acuff for that term). Peace and Love y'all.
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
The Big 2 and New Info about Dental Health
So the Little Man turned 2 today. It is hard to believe that this time two years ago, I had welcomed my son into the world. Time has gone by so fast. There have been such crazy changes in that time it's unbelievable almost. We went from being in a "big" church to no church (or ministry job) to living with parents (hard to do as a family of 5) and working for a scaffolding company, to being in a smaller church that has a big heart and loves us and all our children a great deal. God has blessed us in these last two years.
So they say that this is the age where the child begins to want to assert themselves a bit more and they get to be a bit more of a challenge, thus it is dubbed the "Terrible Twos" (honestly, I'm not sure why it is plural). With the girls, this didn't start really until the year after at 3. With the boy, well lets just say he got the memo early about asserting his independence.
It has been so different having him around. He is just something else. A few weeks ago he got me up about 4:30 in the morning and took me to the living room. Once we were there, he turned on the TV, which happened to be tuned to ESPN, and started watching the replay of Boise State and Tulsa from earlier that evening. About a week ago he took me to the living room about 5:30ish. I tried to get him to lay on the couch with me to go back to sleep, but he wasn't having it. Instead, he directed me to the kitchen, had me get him a Pop Tart and some juice, and then and sat on the couch and turned on SportsCenter. He is quite the little man.
I can't imagine my life without him now at this point. He is a very special little boy to his Moma and I as well as to his sisters. We love him very much, and are so happy to get to celebrate two years of him being a part of this family.
Now onto the new info about dental health. For those of you who don't know, I have a tooth that is discolored. The reason for this is the fact that as a Freshman in high school I had it broken in half one day at basketball practice. It has never really been the same colorwise since that day. I have come to terms with this. It seems however that it is something that stands out to young kids. Puck as of late seems to have noticed this. Tonight, as we lay on the couch trying to get her to go to sleep, she started telling me about teeth a bit. Mainly she informed me that if people drink lemonade, that will turn their teeth yellow...like my tooth that I have. So glad to know that that is the reason that the tooth is discolored, it is simply from all the lemonade that I drink. So remember, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, but realize that if you drink that lemonade, it will turn your teeth yellow. I guess that is chance you have to be willing to take. Peace and Love y'all.
So they say that this is the age where the child begins to want to assert themselves a bit more and they get to be a bit more of a challenge, thus it is dubbed the "Terrible Twos" (honestly, I'm not sure why it is plural). With the girls, this didn't start really until the year after at 3. With the boy, well lets just say he got the memo early about asserting his independence.
It has been so different having him around. He is just something else. A few weeks ago he got me up about 4:30 in the morning and took me to the living room. Once we were there, he turned on the TV, which happened to be tuned to ESPN, and started watching the replay of Boise State and Tulsa from earlier that evening. About a week ago he took me to the living room about 5:30ish. I tried to get him to lay on the couch with me to go back to sleep, but he wasn't having it. Instead, he directed me to the kitchen, had me get him a Pop Tart and some juice, and then and sat on the couch and turned on SportsCenter. He is quite the little man.
I can't imagine my life without him now at this point. He is a very special little boy to his Moma and I as well as to his sisters. We love him very much, and are so happy to get to celebrate two years of him being a part of this family.
Now onto the new info about dental health. For those of you who don't know, I have a tooth that is discolored. The reason for this is the fact that as a Freshman in high school I had it broken in half one day at basketball practice. It has never really been the same colorwise since that day. I have come to terms with this. It seems however that it is something that stands out to young kids. Puck as of late seems to have noticed this. Tonight, as we lay on the couch trying to get her to go to sleep, she started telling me about teeth a bit. Mainly she informed me that if people drink lemonade, that will turn their teeth yellow...like my tooth that I have. So glad to know that that is the reason that the tooth is discolored, it is simply from all the lemonade that I drink. So remember, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, but realize that if you drink that lemonade, it will turn your teeth yellow. I guess that is chance you have to be willing to take. Peace and Love y'all.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
4 Years and Counting
So Wednesday was Puck's 4th birthday. That simply floors me to think about. She is such a wonderful, beautiful, sweet, funny little girl. I really truly honestly can't imagine my life without my Puck. She makes us laugh all the time and she is so sweet. I know this seems to be getting mushy, but dude, it's my baby girl, what do you expect?
Ok so in honor of her birthday, here are a few Puck stories that I thought about.
1) Wednesday afternoon she asked me what it was that I had done with the handle to her Littlest Pet Shop wagon that she had brought into the living room. I told her that I hadn't done anything with it. She then informed me that I had taken off the handle to her wagon-and I am quoting here- "Duh!"
2) Before I started writing this tonight I went in her's and Boo's room and said a prayer over the two of them while they were sleeping. As I turned on the bathroom light so I would be able to avoid tripping over who knows what and walked to the bed I noticed something about Puck. As my baby girl was sleeping there with no blanket and curled into a ball, her hand was once again stuck down the back of her shorts. Even in her sleep she seems to have a fascination with her booty.
3) I'm sure this has been mentioned before, but she has a saying when she toots. When asked what she should say she responds by saying "Excuse me booty" as though she has just done something to offend that area of her anatomy.
4) The girl talks more than any human I have ever met. From the moment she wakes up she begins talking. It is as though she has been storing up all the words through the night and her little brain can no longer contain them and they must burst forth into speech. She continues to talk just about every waking moment that she has, even if she is playing peacefully by herself. She talks right up to the moment she falls asleep, and sometimes even then. I guess that is why she wakes up talking...it is simply a continuation of where she left off when sleep finally overtook her.
5) There is a reason that her nickname is Puck. In the play A Midsummer's Night Dream the character that opens and closes the show is a hobgoblin named Puck. Puck is all about the mischief. This is why I call her Puck. From the time she could crawl, she has been being ornery. I remember the house we lived in in Sweetwater when she was born. The hallway was pretty long and at the end was a bathroom. Once Puck started crawling, that bathroom was one of her favorite places to go. She would head down there and if the lid happened to be up on the toilet she would pull up and splash around in the water. Of course her momma and I didn't want her to do this, so we would return her to the living room. It all became a game for Puck. As soon as we set her down she would head for the hallway again...only this time she would check over her shoulder to be sure you saw her going that way. As soon as you made a move toward her, she would take off crawling just as fast as her little arms and legs would carry her laughing all the way.
OK, I'll stop there. It's late and I'm tired. Again, I'm blown away by the fact that my baby girl is 4 now. The time has flown by me in such a blur. God has blessed me greatly with two beautiful daughters, a handsome son and of course a beautiful wife. Peace and Love y'all.
Ok so in honor of her birthday, here are a few Puck stories that I thought about.
1) Wednesday afternoon she asked me what it was that I had done with the handle to her Littlest Pet Shop wagon that she had brought into the living room. I told her that I hadn't done anything with it. She then informed me that I had taken off the handle to her wagon-and I am quoting here- "Duh!"
2) Before I started writing this tonight I went in her's and Boo's room and said a prayer over the two of them while they were sleeping. As I turned on the bathroom light so I would be able to avoid tripping over who knows what and walked to the bed I noticed something about Puck. As my baby girl was sleeping there with no blanket and curled into a ball, her hand was once again stuck down the back of her shorts. Even in her sleep she seems to have a fascination with her booty.
3) I'm sure this has been mentioned before, but she has a saying when she toots. When asked what she should say she responds by saying "Excuse me booty" as though she has just done something to offend that area of her anatomy.
4) The girl talks more than any human I have ever met. From the moment she wakes up she begins talking. It is as though she has been storing up all the words through the night and her little brain can no longer contain them and they must burst forth into speech. She continues to talk just about every waking moment that she has, even if she is playing peacefully by herself. She talks right up to the moment she falls asleep, and sometimes even then. I guess that is why she wakes up talking...it is simply a continuation of where she left off when sleep finally overtook her.
5) There is a reason that her nickname is Puck. In the play A Midsummer's Night Dream the character that opens and closes the show is a hobgoblin named Puck. Puck is all about the mischief. This is why I call her Puck. From the time she could crawl, she has been being ornery. I remember the house we lived in in Sweetwater when she was born. The hallway was pretty long and at the end was a bathroom. Once Puck started crawling, that bathroom was one of her favorite places to go. She would head down there and if the lid happened to be up on the toilet she would pull up and splash around in the water. Of course her momma and I didn't want her to do this, so we would return her to the living room. It all became a game for Puck. As soon as we set her down she would head for the hallway again...only this time she would check over her shoulder to be sure you saw her going that way. As soon as you made a move toward her, she would take off crawling just as fast as her little arms and legs would carry her laughing all the way.
OK, I'll stop there. It's late and I'm tired. Again, I'm blown away by the fact that my baby girl is 4 now. The time has flown by me in such a blur. God has blessed me greatly with two beautiful daughters, a handsome son and of course a beautiful wife. Peace and Love y'all.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
So Sweet
Ok, I am laying on the floor of the living room this evening watching the end of LOST and Puck comes walking in. Not a big other than the fact that she is supposed to already be in bed and hopefully asleep at this point. She however is not, but she is so very sweet about it. She walks into the living room carrying a blanket with her and talking (she is always talking). Roni and I tell her it is time for her to go to bed.
Before she goes she drops the blanket near me so I pick it up. Within about 5 minnutes she is back and standing in the doorway from the hall to the living room. We are talking to her, telling her that it is time to go to bed, she has school in the morning and she didn't take a nap, things like that. I roll over and take the blanket that I have wadded up and playfully throw it at her. It hits her in the chest and she looks at me and in her sweet, innocent 3 1/2 year old way says "Hey F@*&%er".
I lay there not sure that I have heard her correctly. Roni jumps on it however. She is sitting in the rocking chair hear Puck and immediately says to her "How about calling him a silly head instead." So Puck says "Yeah...silly head" with all the 3 1/2 year old attitude she can muster it seems and we all laugh. She finally heads to bed. Roni wants to know what I think of her recovery and reaction to hearing such a word come from the mouth of our sweetly innocent little girl. I tell her that she did a good job to not make it a much bigger deal than it really was. She was afraid that if she made too much of it, Puck would continue to say it, much like she does with Shut-up.
Earlier this week. either Sunday or Monday, I was standing on the porch. I was minding my own business really talking to Roni a bit. Puck has a stick and is pretending that it is a snake. She proceeds to poke me in the butt with the stick, just on the right cheek, and tells us that the snake just "bited Daddy's butt." Roni again corrects her and she changes it to booty for the next time, but by now it doesn't really matter because Daddy is laughing so hard that I would not be able to correct her if I tried.
I have no idea where it is that she has picked up these words. Well, ok, she has heard her daddy use the word butt before. In fact I've probably called her a silly butt or some such. However it is strange to hear a 3 1/2 year old use such a word correctly. I am convinced that at times however, kids just figure out words. It's not that they are always taught them, or hear them and repeat what they have heard (if that were the case, my kids would have said some other things by now that they shouldn't). I really believe that sometimes, they just take a sound they have heard and they add a letter to it that they shouldn't and it comes out as something not nice.
Or perhaps she really doesn know what that word is and that is how she feels about me sometimes. Peace and Love y'all.
Before she goes she drops the blanket near me so I pick it up. Within about 5 minnutes she is back and standing in the doorway from the hall to the living room. We are talking to her, telling her that it is time to go to bed, she has school in the morning and she didn't take a nap, things like that. I roll over and take the blanket that I have wadded up and playfully throw it at her. It hits her in the chest and she looks at me and in her sweet, innocent 3 1/2 year old way says "Hey F@*&%er".
I lay there not sure that I have heard her correctly. Roni jumps on it however. She is sitting in the rocking chair hear Puck and immediately says to her "How about calling him a silly head instead." So Puck says "Yeah...silly head" with all the 3 1/2 year old attitude she can muster it seems and we all laugh. She finally heads to bed. Roni wants to know what I think of her recovery and reaction to hearing such a word come from the mouth of our sweetly innocent little girl. I tell her that she did a good job to not make it a much bigger deal than it really was. She was afraid that if she made too much of it, Puck would continue to say it, much like she does with Shut-up.
Earlier this week. either Sunday or Monday, I was standing on the porch. I was minding my own business really talking to Roni a bit. Puck has a stick and is pretending that it is a snake. She proceeds to poke me in the butt with the stick, just on the right cheek, and tells us that the snake just "bited Daddy's butt." Roni again corrects her and she changes it to booty for the next time, but by now it doesn't really matter because Daddy is laughing so hard that I would not be able to correct her if I tried.
I have no idea where it is that she has picked up these words. Well, ok, she has heard her daddy use the word butt before. In fact I've probably called her a silly butt or some such. However it is strange to hear a 3 1/2 year old use such a word correctly. I am convinced that at times however, kids just figure out words. It's not that they are always taught them, or hear them and repeat what they have heard (if that were the case, my kids would have said some other things by now that they shouldn't). I really believe that sometimes, they just take a sound they have heard and they add a letter to it that they shouldn't and it comes out as something not nice.
Or perhaps she really doesn know what that word is and that is how she feels about me sometimes. Peace and Love y'all.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Crash and Bash
So Tuesday night I was talking to Boo about what she wanted for supper. She informed me that what she wanted was Rama Noodles (Ramon Noodles for the uninformed). I told her that she needed to pick something else 1) because I didn't know if we had any and 2) I didn't want to fix them if we did. So we began to discuss this a bit.
I picked up my fists and told her, "I've got your Rama Noodles right here: this is Rama (my left fist) and this is Noodles (obviously my other fist)." Boo looked at me and raised her 6 year old fists to me and said "Oh yeah? Well this is Becky (left) and Sally(right)." Not exactly great and fear inspiring fist names, you know? So I said "Oh yeah? Well this is Thunder (left) and Lightening (you know)."
This exchange continued for a couple more namings. I had Crash and Bash, and Boo had Thunder and Crash I think. And then she ended it. She finally told me "Well this is God (left) and this is Jesus (right)." Really how do you top that? All I could tell her that I really didn't think it was right to name our fists God and Jesus, as in many ways it seemed a bit counter to what they are about--especially that whole turn the other cheek part. Something just wrong about having a fist named Jesus. Peace and Love y'all.
I picked up my fists and told her, "I've got your Rama Noodles right here: this is Rama (my left fist) and this is Noodles (obviously my other fist)." Boo looked at me and raised her 6 year old fists to me and said "Oh yeah? Well this is Becky (left) and Sally(right)." Not exactly great and fear inspiring fist names, you know? So I said "Oh yeah? Well this is Thunder (left) and Lightening (you know)."
This exchange continued for a couple more namings. I had Crash and Bash, and Boo had Thunder and Crash I think. And then she ended it. She finally told me "Well this is God (left) and this is Jesus (right)." Really how do you top that? All I could tell her that I really didn't think it was right to name our fists God and Jesus, as in many ways it seemed a bit counter to what they are about--especially that whole turn the other cheek part. Something just wrong about having a fist named Jesus. Peace and Love y'all.
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