Mason found me out! Because he is such a juice-"diva" (what is the masculine equivalent for "diva"?), I secretly add water to his juice so he's not taking in too many liquid calories. Well, for the last few days, this has been a conversation happening in our household:
"Mommy, I want some ja."
"Mason, say all your words."
"Mommy, I want some juice."
"What's the magic word?"
"Ple-ease..... and don't shake it mommy, okay? Don't shake my juice, okay?"
So, he saw me shake the juice/water to mix it together and now knows that I've been depriving him of the full juice experience!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
A Trip Down Memory Lane
This little boy was made possible because two people decided to enroll in the same speech class in this building in 1997.
Last weekend, Mitch and I divided things up a bit. Hunter traveled with me to Fargo for my sister's 30th birthday and Mason stayed home with Mitch, but had the opportunity to attend his mountain bike race in Elk River and see his Auntie Steph and cousins, Grace, Emma, and Ava. On the Sunday before we left Fargo, we went over to visit Moorhead State's campus (now Minnesota State University at Moorhead, but wasn't for me). Being there made me yearn for the good ol' days. If I could just go back for a week that would be great.
Mitch and I had a lot of fun in college and did the things kids typically do in college. I probably wouldn't have the energy for even a night of it now. But it's fun to think about nonetheless! :)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Get me to the Ho and Tel (Hunter and Mason)
I thought I should devote an entry to the darn things my boys say and do that are worth remembering years from now:
When we took Hunter and Mason to Red Wing, Hunter asked if we would be staying in a "Show and Tell." Before we even had a chance to respond, he said, "Oh wait, I said that wrong. Are we staying in a ho and tel?" Love it.
Mason and Hunter like to replace words in songs. One of their favorites is Lady Antebellum's "Need you now." Instead of "And I wonder if I ever cross your mind," they say, "And I wonder if I ever cross your butt." Oh "butt." That is one of their favorite words. Just uttering the word makes them break out into hysterical laughter. Their favorite words: butt, poop, poopy, pee, Anakin, Obi-Obi-Obi, etc. So bathroom humor and Star Wars is our world.
Mason likes to say only the first half of words now. I don't know if I can replicate it in print, but here goes: "I want to watch a sha" (show), "I want some ja" (juice), "I want a sna" (snack). You can probably also tell them my boys make thousands of demands each and every day.
During our niece Emma's birthday party, Mason spotted a DVD on the floor and with no help from us called out "New Moon!" "But that's not our New Moon."
Mason's new favorite word and question: "Why?" You can have pretty deep conversations by simply saying that one word.
Speaking of deep conversations.... Hunter has started to ask a lot of questions about Mitch's father, who passed away in June 2003. He is struggling to understand the concept of death and remarriage and everything else that goes along with that. On the night we spent with the boys in Red Wing, Hunter and I hung out at the pool while Mitch and Mason headed back to our room. Hunter asked many questions about Papa Roger and came to this conclusion: "Jesus is helping Papa Roger come back." I was very moved by his questions and thoughts.
Hunter completed a full two week session of swimming lessons. And he did it all for "Smash Brothers," a Nintendo Wii game. He was so frightened of the water at first. He told me he didn't want to get his eyes wet. When I told him to just close his eyes, everything turned around. Now he jumps into the pool no problem. Goes under water. He spent about six hours in the pool the other day. He has one heck of a tan!
More to come (when I can think of them.... I need to write this stuff down when it happens so I don't have to rely on my flawed memory)
When we took Hunter and Mason to Red Wing, Hunter asked if we would be staying in a "Show and Tell." Before we even had a chance to respond, he said, "Oh wait, I said that wrong. Are we staying in a ho and tel?" Love it.
Mason and Hunter like to replace words in songs. One of their favorites is Lady Antebellum's "Need you now." Instead of "And I wonder if I ever cross your mind," they say, "And I wonder if I ever cross your butt." Oh "butt." That is one of their favorite words. Just uttering the word makes them break out into hysterical laughter. Their favorite words: butt, poop, poopy, pee, Anakin, Obi-Obi-Obi, etc. So bathroom humor and Star Wars is our world.
Mason likes to say only the first half of words now. I don't know if I can replicate it in print, but here goes: "I want to watch a sha" (show), "I want some ja" (juice), "I want a sna" (snack). You can probably also tell them my boys make thousands of demands each and every day.
During our niece Emma's birthday party, Mason spotted a DVD on the floor and with no help from us called out "New Moon!" "But that's not our New Moon."
Mason's new favorite word and question: "Why?" You can have pretty deep conversations by simply saying that one word.
Speaking of deep conversations.... Hunter has started to ask a lot of questions about Mitch's father, who passed away in June 2003. He is struggling to understand the concept of death and remarriage and everything else that goes along with that. On the night we spent with the boys in Red Wing, Hunter and I hung out at the pool while Mitch and Mason headed back to our room. Hunter asked many questions about Papa Roger and came to this conclusion: "Jesus is helping Papa Roger come back." I was very moved by his questions and thoughts.
Hunter completed a full two week session of swimming lessons. And he did it all for "Smash Brothers," a Nintendo Wii game. He was so frightened of the water at first. He told me he didn't want to get his eyes wet. When I told him to just close his eyes, everything turned around. Now he jumps into the pool no problem. Goes under water. He spent about six hours in the pool the other day. He has one heck of a tan!
More to come (when I can think of them.... I need to write this stuff down when it happens so I don't have to rely on my flawed memory)
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Dreaded Moment
It happened this morning- June 28th, 2010- after swimming lessons. Hunter has been pleading with me to buy him "Smash Brothers" which is some kind of Super Mario Brothers game for Wii. The game costs fifty dollars and I had fantasized about Hunter earning the money to buy the game by doing little chores around the house. That will honestly take forever, even on the dollar-a-day allowance. So... I told Hunter that if he worked really hard at swimming lessons (10 total lessons), I would buy the game for him because he worked so hard. Well, 10 lessons in Hunter's mind isn't what 10 lessons is in mine. Somehow he had decided that if he completed one full lesson, he would be playing "Smash Brothers" within the hour. Not so, however. I told him again, "Nope, Hunter. Ten lessons. Then I will buy Smash Brothers." We went back and forth like this for a good ten minutes. I finally had it and told him that if he wouldn't stop complaining, I would just say NO to the whole thing.
Then he said it.
It broke my heart.
"I don't want to live with you anymore. I'm going to a new house." (So, it wasn't the teenage "I hate you" yet, but still... it burned)
My response: "I don't want you to go. I love you. I would be sad without you."
Hunter: "I don't want to live in your house. I'm going to live at Hudson's house."
We went back and forth like this for a few minutes. When we got home I asked Hunter what his plan was. We were in the garage at this point.
"I'm going to Hudson's."
Me: "How will you get there."
Hunter: "I'll drive."
Me: "Okay. I'll see you later then. I love you. I'll miss you."
I walked into the house and shut the down.
Hunter stood out in the driveway for maybe two minutes before he came in and said:
"But I don't know how to get there. You need to take me."
Me: "No, I can't. It's too long of a drive. You'll need to drive yourself."
Silence. We went back and forth a couple more times, Hunter insisting I drive him eight hours to Hudson's house and me telling him it was an impossibility.
More silence.
Finally, Hunter said, "Oh, I'm sorry Mom. I want to be with you. I'm sorry I said that."
All is well again!
I'm sure we'll go through this again tomorrow after our second swimming lesson. One down. Nine more to go.
Then he said it.
It broke my heart.
"I don't want to live with you anymore. I'm going to a new house." (So, it wasn't the teenage "I hate you" yet, but still... it burned)
My response: "I don't want you to go. I love you. I would be sad without you."
Hunter: "I don't want to live in your house. I'm going to live at Hudson's house."
We went back and forth like this for a few minutes. When we got home I asked Hunter what his plan was. We were in the garage at this point.
"I'm going to Hudson's."
Me: "How will you get there."
Hunter: "I'll drive."
Me: "Okay. I'll see you later then. I love you. I'll miss you."
I walked into the house and shut the down.
Hunter stood out in the driveway for maybe two minutes before he came in and said:
"But I don't know how to get there. You need to take me."
Me: "No, I can't. It's too long of a drive. You'll need to drive yourself."
Silence. We went back and forth a couple more times, Hunter insisting I drive him eight hours to Hudson's house and me telling him it was an impossibility.
More silence.
Finally, Hunter said, "Oh, I'm sorry Mom. I want to be with you. I'm sorry I said that."
All is well again!
I'm sure we'll go through this again tomorrow after our second swimming lesson. One down. Nine more to go.
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