I have decided that when you become a mom they should offer classes, like "How to build anything with Legos." Andrew can build anything with Legos...dinosaurs, bulldozers, bicycles, you name it...Andrew can make it. The problem is that when Andrew's at work and Jordan brings the Lego bucket to me, I think "Oh no, what's he going to ask for this time." Most of the time he's happy with what I come up with, but there have been a few occasions when Mommy doesn't get it right and he has a melt-down. As you can guess, Andrew constructed the above picture of an "Animal Train."
I told Andrew the other day that in the dictionary for the word "Munchkin," there needs to be no definition, just a picture of Megan. She is definitely a little munchkin. This is her new hang-out spot...in my rag box, under the counter, between the garbage can and the wall. As you can see, she thinks she is so funny when she goes to sit in there.
I was having a little problem with Jordan running the other way when I told him to come to me. I remembered Alison having a similar problem with her kids when they were little and how she had a family home evening about obeying. For our activity, I had Jordan run to me when I would say the word, "obey," and we made a game out of it. He had so much fun and it actually does work when we're at the park now. I just feel a little weird when I yell out "Obey," like he's a dog or something.
Jordan got a little carried away with his painting the other day, which is a little surprising since usually he doesn't like being messy. He likes to paint my old symphony music that I had saved for scratch paper. One time he got a hold of some music that I actually did need for a fireside I was playing in. My stand partner got a kick out of it.
A couple of weeks ago I ended up sleeping in Megan's room every night because Andrew was congested and his snoring was keeping me awake. After I stopped sleeping in there, Megan had a really rough night and was crying out in the night. I realized it was probably because I wasn't in there anymore and she was lonely. I put her baby in bed with her and that did the trick. She just needed a friend!
We got a book a while ago from the library about mommies and one of the pages says, "My mommy cuddles me." Lately, every morning when I get Jordan out of bed he asks, "Mommy cuddles me?" He gets his blankie and gives me mine and we just lay there together for a few minutes giving kisses and cuddling with eachother. It is precious time that I look forward to every morning.
Well, I just got a call from the Relief Society president. A sister in our ward could use a visit, so I'm off. I think my quiet time was well spent...what do you think?