Tonight I was asking Sylvia what rhymes with chair? What rhymes with pot? Etc. She certainly knows how to rhyme, except for when I say, what rhymes with bean and for some reason, she is just too tempted to say, "WEINER!" She then asked me, "What rhymes with toilet?" I told her that I couldn't think of any real words that rhyme with toilet, just made up words like boilet, kroilet, moilet. She then said, "Mom, boilet's a real word!" I said, "Oh really? What does it mean?" She explained, "Like you BOIL IT in a pot!"
For Family Home Evening last Monday night we talked about compliments. The other day we were in Target and Isabel pointed out a checker with a flower in her hair. Isabel said, "I think her flower is really pretty." I agreed as I pushed our cart on towards the exit. I then stopped and said, "Do you want to tell her that?!" Isabel said yes (if I were to come with her of course.) So we walked back to where the checker was, I held Isabel's hand and we waited for a moment while she helped some customers. Once we had her attention I told her that Isabel wanted to tell her something. Isabel then said, "I like your flower!" and the checker of course was very sweet and said, "Thank you, I like your bow in your hair!" As inconvenient and weird as this seemed to me at the time, going very much out of our way to pay a stranger a compliment, I am so glad that I thought to encourage Isabel.
We are so proud of Luke! Last Saturday he completed his Gamma Math book. I know he was very frustrated and discouraged at times, but he worked hard and has now confidently defeated GAMMA! We gave him options on how he could celebrate, go to a movie, out to eat, etc. He chose to have unlimited video game playing time for the whole day, chicken tacos and homemade Oreo ice cream for dinner and a Mario Kart family tournament. They then watched Peter Pan and fell asleep in the livingroom.
Just so you know, according to Sylvia, cactus is pronounced cah-cuh-dus. Plural is cah-cuh-dus-es.
Luke gave me this note today.
This was such a nice note since I was sick yesterday and even though Joey was home and did a great job taking care of us, being a mom, you still never really get a day off. I thought about when I was nine, I never recognized all of the things my mother did for us, or noticed whether or not she was sick. I hugged Luke and told him that he is very mature. His response, "No I'm not, I laugh at the word, underwear."
