I just realized my last post left you hanging for over a week! So sorry – my bad.
Truth be told, nothing much happened worth reporting. And then it was Thanksgiving and Brad and the kids were off the whole week and we were cleaning out closets and decorating for Christmas <yawn>. Beg pardon. I’m boring myself.
But to wrap up what happened with the gate, Brad and I were able to get the gate back on its track, then over the holiday, Brad managed to take part of the motor apart and figure out what was wrong with it. So the repair bill was…nothing! Yay for no repair bill!!!
Now that we’ve settled that, here’s the latest. Matthew lost ANOTHER front tooth! So now he sings (all together now) “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth…”. I lost one of my front teeth at a very young age. I think I was 2 or 3 when I was running and tripped and fell against the corner of my mom’s nightstand. So I got to hear that song every Christmas until my grown-up replacements finally came in. Now I get to torment the next generation with it!
In other news, ’tis the season for wish lists, and this year, Peter decided to make sure his wishes were clearly known. I never even had to ask him to me a list – he just disappeared for an hour or so one afternoon with the Target and Toys ‘R Us toy catalogs and emerged with this.
I understand a good deal of the list, but there are a few columns with letters that I have stared at and repeatedly tried to figure out. I finally gave up. I think Egyptian hieroglyphics might be more readable. I should probably teach him to use Microsoft Excel so he can type it up for me.
Then, yesterday morning, he came to me with a GREAT idea ! He said he wanted to cut out the coupons from the Target toy catalog and mail our relatives each one, with a note explaining what he wanted for Christmas! It took me a while to explain why we would not be doing that. EVER. He capitulated, then asked if he could at least write a note to the relatives. I told him he could, as long as I was allowed to read it before it was mailed. The note he wrote was fine, except for the brief mention of how he’s been working on his wish list. I decided to let him mail it. I’ll call my sister before it gets there to explain.
Matthew saw what Peter had done and decided he, too, wanted to make a wish list. Here’s his:
Finally, there’s Samuel. He can’t write many words, so he asked me to write it for him. I don’t have it in front of me right now, but I think I can duplicate most of it:
- Hot Wheels
- Christmas decorations
- Christmas lights
- Glue gun
- Glue sticks
- Lego remote for the Wii
So clearly we should buy our 5 year old a glue gun and glue sticks for Christmas. Maybe he could learn to use it without burning himself. Then I can let him take over all the hot gluing in our home, since I’ve been burned one too many times by ours!
He can’t write his wish list, but he has learned how to make stick men and women. My favorites are the ones he draws with me in them, because I’m always the one with the hair. That’s hair – singular. See me at the bottom with my one hair? Pretty.
At least I didn’t get marked out.