Monday, January 30, 2012
Nut Brown gave Rose Pink a unicorn pillow pet for Christmas and it's her new favorite toy. Lately she's been pretending to be a queen and the unicorn is her husband. To show familiarity, she refers to it as her 'unic', which is pronounced 'eunuch'. My daughter is married to a eunuch. hee hee.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Here is a series Rose Pink created:
Monday, January 23, 2012
Some of their favorite performers include Johnny Cash, The Lovin' Spoonful, and John Mayer, and they know most of the words to a lot of Simon & Garfunkel due to Mr. Brown favoring that duo.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Mr. Brown had miscalculated the calibration of lunch and dinner times, and the other nibbles he'd brought proved inadequate to requirements, so Rose Pink and Nut Brown ended up mooching somewhat off the other mum as they went around the museum. However, as they were winding up, Mr. Brown got out the packages of swedish fish for them that he'd promised. He had only brought two; and as he gave them to our very deserving offspring, the little boy from the other family said, 'Oh! Swedish fish! May I have some?'
What to do? On the one hand, our kids had earned the reward. On the other hand, they had been eating out of the other family's lunchbox. On the third hand, sharing builds character (or something like that). But back to the first hand, it was a treat that the kids had made choices to earn. Mr. Brown said to them, "I know that I promised you this treat, and you have certainly earned it. But as your dad, I promise that if you will share your treat with our friend, I will make it up to you when we get home."
Both kids chose to give their packages of swedish fish to the other little boy. We were touched by their willingness to share, and also by their trust in Mr. Brown to keep his word. When they got home, he gave each of them TWO packages of swedish fish. It also reminded us of how our Father often asks us to do the same: give up what we want now, or maybe even feel we have earned, in order to help someone else, and promises to make up to us what we have given up. I wish I could show as much trust in Him as our children did in their father.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Rose Pink: Nut Brown climbed on top of the hippo and I can't get up on top of the hippo and he's going to have all the fun and I won't have any of the fun! It's not fair!
Mom: That sounds bad.
Rose Pink: Humph. pause Mom, could you give me a boost on to the hippo?
Mom: Sure, I'd be glad to.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
The children lately are such treasures. They are so fun to be with and I really enjoy their company. We made paper chains for Christmas decorations together. Although once I showed them how to connect strips into links to make a chain, they each strung a few links together and then Nut Brown wandered off and Rose Pink started making other things out of strips instead: a firework, and a person shape. I finished the chain by myself, and we added their little chains and they were very proud of 'our' handiwork.
Two days ago Nut Brown got up before Rose Pink, and she wouldn't let him turn on the light to find his clothes before he stumbled out of the bedroom (he likes to get dressed right away), so when he did come out, he was wearing a shirt of Rose Pink's that said, "Everybody loves an Irish girl!"
Mr. Brown and I make no secret of our attraction to each other, and our perceptive kids have certainly picked up on it. We have one bathroom in our house, and Rose Pink came in to get something while I was in the shower the other day. She said, 'Wow, it's hot in here!' and I replied, 'That's because I'm in here taking a shower!' She rolled her eyes and said, 'No, Mom, I meant the temperature.'
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Since the kids started sleeping in a bunkbed, Nut Brown will grab my neck when I bend in to hug him goodnight and threaten never to let go. (Rose Pink's rendering of their beds is above.)
Tonight, reading scriptures, Mr. Brown said to Rose Pink, 'Your verse, verse thirteen, the last verse, just like you've always wanted.' Rose Pink said, 'What? I've always wanted to read verse thirteen?!?' Completely puzzled. Mr. Brown said, 'No, you've always wanted to read the last verse.' She cried, 'oh right! You're right! I have always wanted the last verse!'