Assimilation and Accomidation

If my very tired brain serves me well, that's what I learned in Child Psych...that as children we assimilate new information into old categories or make new ones. Lord knows I probably am calling it the wrong thing, but I remember the idea. ANYWAY every once in a while my kids do something that takes me back to that class that I loved, and yesterday it was Chloe.

The preschool class at out Moms group learned that "A" is for alive. Jesus is alive! I.E. the story of Easter. So after class I asked Chloe was she learned, and not only did her animation make me smile, her assimilation of new words did too.

She said, and I quote:

"Jesus He had an oowie (very sad). And He go in the tomb brush And he alive!"

Tomb brush. She's never really heard or still doesn't understand the word tomb, so to her it sounded like tooth, so she assimilated it to tooth brush.

It was darling with a capital "D".

Twi-light-on the content

Okay now, to be fair I have never read the books
And I have heard that the books are fantastic.

But seriously, the movies are kinda, well sorta, CHEESY.

Unlike most vampire movies which are written by men and usually with a lot of T&A, this was written by a woman. So at first I thought, hey it might be interesting, but it has a watered down plot, and the moments where it is supposed to evoke strong emotions, it makes me want to laugh.

Vampires that sparkle? Seriously, bedazzled vampires?

Then the fact that Bella is devoid of all emotion, and completely self-centered and stupid, bugs me. WHat kind of heroin is that? The movies so far don't make me want to cheer for her happiness; quite the opposite.

And Edward, all he is is super sappy, constantly spouting off meanless "romantic" things, which are generic at best.

Honestly, the only character I kinda liked was Jacob, and you know he's not going to win, the sparkly sap oozing vampire will get the girl. In fact my money is on Jacob dying to protect her, while she still pines to be a vampire.

Note to all teenage girls going ga-ga over Edward: real love does not look like that, and if it did, you wouldn't want it anyway.

That about sums it up.

Feelin down in the dumps these days with no good reason for it.
Maybe I've been watching too much Seasame Steet and Oscar's rubbing off on me, who knows!

Family Matters

The past few weeks have seen the blessing of family.

Brian, the girls and I went to Corona to watch 2 of my nephews while their mom and dad were away for a night, and though watching 4 kids can be crazy...especially at meal time and fights over toys, it was a blessing all the same. After bath time, we sat on a large bed and read stories together, and in the pale light of lamps in the evening, I smiled and hoped my brain would remember that moment forever. My girls and 2 of my nephews smiling and enjoying the books with glee. Serena proudly reading to us from the Storybook Bible, Noah and Chloe trying to sneak a few more books in before bed. It was a precious moment.

Then last night we went to celebrate my cousin's first birthday at Pump-It-Up. Our family filled the room, laughing, climbing, racing each other. All the kids
red-cheeked and sweaty, but certainly not stopping. Chloe and Abby "driving" around with each other, and climbing bounce houses while holding hands. Serena having made yet another new friend and bounding around after her. Not to mention 2 pregnant bellies promising to grow our joyous family even more. I looked around, and I loved it, and I felt joy, pure joy.

Last week Brian and I thought our own family would be expanding. A late period brought the joy and nerves of "what if". We started imagining our life with 3 kids, being joyfully outnumbered. It would change everything, but every child always does. Then Aunt Flo graced us with her presence, and the "what-ifs" turned into "guess nots". And I still don't know how I feel about it, I guess ambivalent would be the best word. Relieved and let down, happy and sad, free and burdened with the thoughts, all at the same time. But, what I do know is that if God never blesses us with another child, my girls are enough. And if we add to our brood, then it will be a blessing too.

I always thought I'd know when I was "done", and after my miserable pregnancy with Chloe I swore that I was. But that thought of a plus sign on a stick lingers in the back of my head constantly. Is it just "the grass is always greener on the other side" kind of thing? Or do I really want this? When we were on our vacation to Sea World I thought "This is not something we could do with a baby or small toddler, I am fine with being done." But then that "what-if" brought all the thoughts of maternity clothes, and baby bottles flooding back, like a raging torrent, Washing away any "done-ness" I felt sure about before. Life is funny like that sometimes. I trust in my God to provide us with the children He planned for us, so I leave it in Hid hands to decide...I just wish He'd share His plans with me so that I could rest in them.