Holiday Confusion

I know its Halloween, but I have Christmas on the brain.
What will produce the most glees on Christmas morning, with the least amount of cash.
What do I want?
What am I going to buy, for everyone?  My brain is a buzz.
What will my husband choose?

Body Temp

I was recently reminded that my daughter always felt hot as an infant even though her temperature was normal.  We were constantly stripping her down, because she would be overly warm, red and fussy.  Once she was down to a onesie she would calm down.
What reminded me of this you may ask?
The fact that she does not like fleece jammies, she wants just lightweight pjs (long sleeves and pants are required).  She is happier when her heating vent is closed.  She does not like sleeping with a blanket, she only wants her sheet on.  She would rather carry her coat then wear it.  She runs hot, and has no desire to be dressed warmly just because it is the conventional norm. She constantly complaining its too hot mommy, in the car or with a coat on.  Yet, she can't stand using the bathroom since the season changed.  "No, cold potty mommy."

Snow Day

School was delayed this morning, which means AM kindergarten was canceled. When my wee one woke up I showed her the snow, she said, "Oh Hoshy want to make a snowman."  She was right, unfortunately the snow was about as dry as anything.  

But look I went outside and played with them! Which was good because Pinky up there, lost her boot, and somehow slipped outside without socks.  Photo-documentation I was outside in the snow.  Unfortunately if I'm outside, there is no one to take our picture. 

Look isn't my child gorgeous?  Maybe that isn't a very masculine adjective, but that's just because most men aren't gorgeous, my son on the other hand....  Seriously made bank when he was born, because he is also a super genius.  

 P.S. He was amazed to find his dad's all out hat in the hat box this morning, he thought it was awesome.  The hat not so awesome, but my son looked awesome in it.

Sick Child

My daughter vomited on Monday.  It was awesome, right after three girls showed up for Joyschool.  My children love vomiting on me, so luckily its easy to clean up.  Thankfully she stopped by 5 pm.  Which meant, life could go on by Tuesday evening. But look how cute she was. She looked like a really big baby, although I guess just a long baby, since she is only like 22 lbs, and I know babies that are that big.

Its now late Wednesday and no one else is sick.  Yippy!

Butterfly, scratch that, Robot Butterfly?

Here is my butterfly.  She decided she wanted to be a butterfly for Halloween, when her brother and I first started talking about it.  I couldn't think of a better costume for her this year.  She has stuck with it.  Once when she first saw my Trick or Treat pillow, she wanted to be a princess, but I told her she was a butterfly princess and she was cool with that.  Last week was her Halloween Party at joyschool.  It was changed days and I missed it! because of the Kindergarten field trip.  I was so sad I cried, then I made my husband go, with the four other moms. (HA!)  Two days ago she declared she wanted to be a pink robot butterfly.  What does that mean?  How could I not appease this cute girl? So assuming I don't started vomiting, which is very likely considering how many times she vomited on me today, I'm try to figure out how to transform a butterfly to a robot butterfly.

Any ideas?

Great thing about this costume, FREE! Grammy bought the butterfly dress up, last year for her, not for halloween.  Then I spent a buck or so on the headband, but the antennaes I made with pipe cleaners we already had, and material that we already had. Oh, wait! not so free, I spent $10 on the sweatshirt.  :( sad day.
But back to pink butterfly robot.  IDEAS, now! Go!

Cowboys

Everyone under 4 feet tall has cowboy boots in the house, so I can't figure out why they didn't want to go as a cowboy and cowgirl?  We would get a different shirt apparel.  We could even go with a jean skirt.

 Although I think those are great pink cowgirl jeans. (Sure she lost her diaper butt filling up the pants, but still.) K, so Halloween only comes once a year, can't waste it on ideas that aren't yours, but why doesn't anyone want to play cowboys and Indians? 

 Its like Woody found out, its all about space, and robots.

There is always next year... even though she has been wearing those boots for a year, she still has at least another year before they fit.

A Great Work

I've been studying Teaching, No Great Call:  A Resource Guide for Gospel Teaching, in an attempt to endure the sunbeams.
My favorite thing in the manual so far was a quote from Elder Faust,

The Lord has a great work for each of us to do. You may wonder

how this can be.  You may feel that there is nothing special

or superior about you or your ability….

The Lord can do remarkable miracles with a person of ordinary

ability who is humble, faithful, and diligent in serving the Lord

and seeks to improve himself.  This is because God is the

ultimate source of power.

It gives me courage with my sunbeams.  I know at different months I have loved my job of teaching three year olds, but now I think it might be the end of me.  It wears me like nothing else in life has.  Every week I wonder if I can ever return.  At this point I think maybe I can endure until the end of the year.  Yesterday in a full on panic attack, I decided to count weeks, I only have 8 more lessons.  I can survive. Hopefully... You may wonder what happened in the last few months?  Two families moved in with three year old girls. Between those two girls, a deaf child, and five other three years old, I am becoming like an old crusty rubber band, ready to crack and break at any second.
(Actually I think all of them have turned four by now.)
But I guess the Lord has a great work for me to do, even though I have no great ability and I have no training as a behavioral specialist. The other thing I try to remember, is the great work might not be apparent to my mortal eyes.

Also in attempt for some deep spiritual mediation to prep myself for today..  I read Jean A Stevens talk from April 2011 Conference, titled Become as a Little Child.
This quote spoke to me.

“… we cannot see our Heavenly Father, but we can listen for His

 voice to give us the strength we need to endure the challenges of life. 

See if I listen for his voice, I can endure the next 8 weeks, especially if that is the plan the Lord has for me.