who taught my two-year-old THAT??!

toddler looking surprised

It was a routine diaper change—nothing out of the ordinary—when all of a sudden Levi pointed to himself “down there” and enthusiastically said, “NUTS! NUTS!” with a big grin on his face (clearly impressed with himself).

I thought I might have heard him incorrectly so I just ignored it.

Moments later he said it again: “NUTS! NUTS!”

This baffled me a little since Ryan and I have talked about using “proper” names for body parts as he’s learning (knowing that kids have plenty of time to learn slang later).

But surely my husband taught him this. After all, it sounds like him…

Later that night I asked Ryan about it and told him what happened. We had a little giggle but Ryan reassured me that he’s not used the term nuts in that context with Levi.

We shrugged our shoulders and moved on. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

The next week Ryan was driving in the car with Levi when someone cut him off. “Aw, NUTS!” Ryan said (determined not to swear).

A light bulb clicked. Maybe Levi has just heard nuts used as an expletive and it was a coincidence that he was grabbing himself when saying it last week.

Never mind.

But then a few days later Ryan was changing Levi’s diaper when again he said, “NUTS! NUTS!” while pointing to himself.

Still unsure if he’d heard correctly, Ryan ignored it and continued with the diaper change.

And then this…

“NUTS! NUTS!” Levi said as he pointed to himself.

“BIG NUTS! BIG NUTS!” he then said as he grinned and pointed to Ryan (in the right area, I might add).

Apparently he knows what he’s talking about after all.

Where do kids learn this stuff?

And so it begins… Ha!

Dear friends, no doubt Levi learned this from some of our friends’ boys who are 4-6 years old. (Boys that age think the word “nuts” in that context is hi.lar.i.ous.) It was bound to happen eventually, but I was surprised that Levi learned it so early!! How about you? What have your kids said to surprise you lately?

Linking in with Chelsea at the Paper Mama.


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Adriel also writes for Click Clink Five. | Five minutes a day, unedited.

how to build a reading cubby house out of a cardboard box

Every kid’s room begs for a quiet corner, right? How about transforming that old dishwasher box into a reading cubby or a playhouse or a fort?!

little boy reading books in a reading cubby house

 

It’s the middle of summer here… which also means the middle of rainy season.

That means we have to get creative with our indoor play.

This weekend I got a dishwasher box that someone was throwing away…

A few dollars and a of couple hours later, we had this:

diy reading cubby house or quiet corner

Here are five quick tips for making your own reading cubby or fort out of a cardboard box:

1) Draw windows and doors on your cardboard box with a marker before cutting with a stanley knife.

2) Cut the windows out, making sure to leave plenty of box “in tact” so it won’t compromise the structure or end up flimsy.

3) Paint the box! You can skip this step if you want, but I found that a simple coat of paint or two transforms the whole thing. We had some leftover white paint in the garage from another project and it did the job perfectly.

4) Decorate the box by trimming the windows, drawing or painting on it (or let the kids do it themselves!), or adding names or words.

5) Make it cozy inside with few stuffed animals, a small container of books, a pillow, and a flashlight.

There you have it – an easy-peasy little cubby house or quiet corner that your kids will love!

little boy in a reading cubby house

Bonus tips for making your cubby house:

1) I wanted to use fun shapes for the windows so I used a star, diamond, square, heart, and circle. The corners of the star and the rounded heart and circle were harder to trim than the others for obvious reasons. To keep it even simpler, stick with squares and diamonds and rectangles.

cardboard cubby house

2) Cut in the base of the door above the floor (as pictured). If you cut it all the way through to the ground, the box will be much less sturdy.

3) Decide if you want to be able to join the kids or not. I purposely made the door just big enough so that I could squeeze in, but not big enough for my husband to fit. Haha, that sounds really bad! But actually he’s not very flexible so it would be torture for him to curl up in there. Making the door a bit too small for him gives him a good excuse to not go inside. (“Sorry sweets, daddy’s too big!”)

4) Think about the space it will live in. (In our case, the boys’ bedroom.) I was going to decorate the cubby with some pages from a vintage children’s book I have, but decided that since the room is so small (and already quite full!) I had better keep it very simple and clean-looking. I wanted it to blend into the room as much as possible, and not add to the clutter. (Well… blend as much as a massive cardboard box can!)

Dear friends, did you have a cardboard box cubby house when you were a kid? I sure did! I hope you and your littles can make a fun reading cubby or quiet corner together sometime soon.  Tell me, will you stick with a house-type cubby? Or will you get adventurous and build a ship or rocket or another fun cubby?


 

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the perfect mom? | my practices of parenting (and how my values shape them)

I’m a perfect mother. I have all the answers. I have it all worked out.

I never make mistakes. I always get it right. I know exactly what I’m doing.

Um……… no.

N.O.

In fact, I have a lot of ideals. I also have some ideas.

But more than that I have parenting values. And it’s these values that guide my actual behaviors as a mother – my parenting.

motherhood and parenting two little boys

for the record, the matchy matchy was totally unplanned thankyouverymuch.

When I read about Sarah’s Practices of Parenting Carnival recently I knew I wanted to participate. The thought of trying to articulate the things most important to me in my parenting is a little overwhelming, but even as a (relatively) new mom, I think it’s important to work through these things with my spouse and nail them on our hearts while our littles are still well and truly… little.

By no means do I have this stuff perfected. I’m still learning, and by learning I mean I sometimes get to the end of the day and say, “Oh God have I screwed everything up for good this time??”

I’m making mistakes and “rewriting” this stuff on the unwritten tablets of my family’s value system every single day.

But these are values. And it’s my values that guide my behavior as a parent… my parenting.

Please know as I share this stuff—these practices of parenting—that these are mine and I don’t write them to stir up others to compare or debate or whatever.

I write them so that they are more deeply engrained in my own heart.

And I write them because—let’s be honest—I write everything I don’t want to forget. Ha!

These won’t be in any special order, just the order they came to me as I sat down to brainstorm and write.

This will be a long post, so feel free to skim the bullet points and/or pause wherever your interest is sparked.

mom and two little boys swimming

My practices of parenthood:

The practice of emphasizing learning over grades.

I sailed through school with flying colors; Ryan scraped by with just enough to “pass”. We both know that this doesn’t make me smarter than him, it just makes us different. We recognize that grades don’t reflect intelligence and that each person is “smart” in his or her own ways. We are more concerned with our children’s learning than we are with their report cards, so our emphasis will always on the question, “are they growing and learning?” We encourage learning by actively reading to and with our kids and by being deliberate with real-life learning scenarios.

The practice of speaking truth and life.

Words have the power to bring life or destroy. We try to be very careful not to label our kids or speak to them in ways that would damage their little minds or spirits. This also factors into the way we speak about them, whether they are listening or not. It means that we even try to watch subtleties, for instance phrases like “good boy”. We don’t want our kids to grow up thinking they are only “good” when they’ve accomplished something or pleased someone, so we never say “good boy!” in response to something we’re pleased with. (We say things instead like “good job” or “well done” or “that’s amazing” or “good listening”.)

The practice of creativity, imagination, and play.

Kids learn best through play and we love the idea of fostering their sense of creativity and imagination through deliberate play. As parents we want our kids to “act their age” and enjoy their childhood. And we want to enjoy their childhood too! (What better way than to build forts and play legos??) This means being silly, having adventures, and keeping a sense of humor as best we can. And let’s be honest here friends, I enjoy my kids a whole lot more when I take the time to actually play with them. Go figure.

The practice of rhythm.

We have found that kids need structure and boundaries in order to thrive. (Adults too, in fact!) But adhering to strict “schedules” can feel stifling or make me feel like I’ve failed when they are interrupted. We prefer instead to have a rhythm to our days – a routine rather than a schedule. It’s helpful for the kiddos to know expectations and bring security, but it’s not obsessive clock-watching.

The practice of discipline as teaching, not punishment.

The root of discipline actually means “to teach, to instruct, or to cause to learn” and that’s my mission as a parent as I approach discipline issues. To me discipline is much more about teaching and training than it is about punishment. This is a great, big hot, sticky mess of a topic, but for now I’ll leave it with just saying the main question I ask myself when determining what is and is not appropriate behavior on my part when disciplining my kids is this: “Is this type of discipline (fill-in-the-blank) going to help my child learn to make their own good choices in the long run? Or will it just help them make mine?”

The practice of trust.

Trusting my husband and his wisdom and intentions as a dad, trusting my littles (that they really aren’t out to get me, even on “those” days!), and trusting myself and my own intuition… These are all difficult, but freeing acts of trust that make my parenting so much better (and more enjoyable!). Not only do I trust us, I also trust that God is bigger than our mistakes and short comings and can make something amazing out of our worst mess if need be.

daddy with a baby and a toddler in cloth diapers

{family: linking up with the paper mama}

The practice of family unity.

We spend time together. We enjoy each other. We play together. We read together. We work together. We want our kids to understand that we’re all on the same team. It’s not a kid’s team and a parent’s team. We’re in the game together.

The practice of independence.

It’s so important that each family member gets the time and space to do things that they enjoy best. This helps fill our emotional tanks and gives us fuel to be our best. It might mean building something in the workshop for daddy, writing for mama, music for Levi, or who knows what for Judah. (He’s still too little to know!) As much as we value unity, we also want to foster a healthy sense of independence.

The practice of inclusiveness.

We want to include our kids on family decisions as is age-appropriate. We believe their input is valuable and that their questions may help us to see circumstances or possibilities with more clarity. As a member of our family, each child has a voice that’s valuable and necessary and worthy of being heard.

The practice of hospitality.

Although we are not a “rich” family by some people’s standards, we are incredibly rich. We believe that it’s our responsibility and privilege to be generous with others by inviting them into our home, taking care of them, and helping to meet their needs in whatever way possible. This goes with our time and hearts as well as our possessions and resources.

The practice of listening.

We want our kids to listen when we speak, just as they want us to listen when they speak. Listening is critical to us genuinely valuing our kids and having a healthy family dynamic of openness and trust. When we are committed to listening, it helps us to not jump to conclusions or assume they are out to get us when they disagree or disobey!

The practice of humility.

None of us are exempt from mistakes or faulty opinions. We try to teach our kids that saying “I was wrong” or “I’m sorry” shows personal courage and is a way to demonstrate kindness and respect to someone else. This includes us parents! If either of us wrongs the kids in any way we are quick to admit, “mama was wrong” and ask for forgiveness. Kids need to see that it’s ok to make mistakes, and they also need to see how to deal with them in humility when they happen.

The practice of affection.

I make it a practice to tell my kids “I love you” and “I think you’re amazing” and “I like you so much” throughout the day – not just when saying goodbye or goodnight. I also like to give hugs and high fives and thumbs up and lots of grins and winks throughout the day. It’s important to me that my kids grow up feeling incredibly loved and liked by us.

mom with a newborn and a toddler

The practice of prayer.

We pray when we “need” things and when we don’t. We pray with thanks and we pray with hope. Our intention is to teach our children that no matter is too great or too small for God’s attention.

The practice of serving.

As a family we are called to serve one another. This means in both the big and the small. Sometimes serving can be as “little” as bringing someone a tall glass of water when they’re working in the yard without being asked. (Or responding to a baby’s cry in the middle of the night.) It’s learning to anticipate the needs and wants of the other and making them happen just because we can. It also means learning to serve with joy even when—especially when—it costs us something. We hope that as we teach our children to serve one another, they will naturally begin to serve others beyond our family as well.

The practice of volunteerism.

Building on “the practice of serving”, we look for opportunities to serve in our community and overseas with our children. We want them to see that volunteerism isn’t just for adults and that they have a valuable contribution to make no matter their age, talent, or experience. They are a blessing “as is” – not just when they’re grown-ups!

The practice of faith.

We are a family that has faith in the goodness of God and faith in the goodness of others. Living with faith helps us to see the world as a better place and helps us to pursue our dreams. (A cliché, but true!!) It also means having faith in one another – believing the best in each other (and in each other’s intentions!).

The practice of gratitude.

Grateful people are happy and contented people. Teaching my kids gratitude starts with simple things like appreciating whoever cooked dinner, always writing thank you cards, thanking God for blessings and provision, and finding things to be grateful for in difficult circumstances.

The practice of celebration.

We celebrate holidays, celebrate achievements, celebrate milestones, and celebrate life in general! In some ways it’s really just a more over-the-top form of thanksgiving, but I believe it’s an important part of making the most out of life.

family singing happy birthday to a toddler

The practice of tradition.

Tradition helps build memories and helps create a sense of family unity. We have traditions for holidays and milestones and most anything worth commemorating. Traditions help to mark the passing of time and also help build excited anticipation for the future.

The practice of valuing diversity.

The world is a big, big place with people from many nations, religions, interests, and beliefs. At the risk of (again) sounding cliché, we really do want to teach our children about the beauty and strength in diversity and help them understand why it’s so important. This means that as parents we have to value diversity, both in others and also in our own children. (For us it also means honoring each other’s cultures since we have a cross-cultural marriage.)

The practice of extending kindness.

Kindness is what paves the way for peace, charity, and good relationships on all levels. As a mother, I always want to treat my littles with kindness, as well as model to them what it looks like to treat others with kindness. When I treat my littles kindly, I get to the end of my day and can rest my head in peace knowing that I treated them as they deserve.

The practice of respect.

We feel it’s important to respect that our children are their own little people. We never force hugs, kisses, or affection. This goes for ourselves as well as with others. If someone gets offended because my child does not want to be held by them, or will not give them a “cuddle”, I’m sorry, but they will have to be the adult and get over it! Love is never forced, it always respects, and even littles need their space sometimes too.

The practice of responsibility.

The best way for children to learn responsibility is to be entrusted with it. We try not to do “for” our children things that they can do themselves. (Although we do things “with” them a lot!!) We want them to learn that responsibility is a privilege, not a burden or a right. And trust me, this one is hard right now because Levi has entered that I-can-do-everything-myself phase. (That’s one way to slow down a grown woman!) But even when my patience begins to wear thin, I understand that allowing him to “have a go” is an important part of his development process (not to mention my letting-go process as a mom!).

The practice of community and family.

We have a handful of good friends that are more than just friends, they are family, they are lifeline. We need them in our lives for so many reasons and our children need them too. They help keep us grounded and they help keep us afloat. They help keep us moving forward and they help keep us sane. They make our life better and we hope we make theirs better too.

The practice of extending grace.

I need grace. The kids need grace. My husband needs grace. If I am not extending grace to my littles and husband, then I’m setting them up to fail every single time. No mother wants to see her family fail, so why would I want to limit these precious loves to “perfection”? And if I’m not extending myself grace, then I will never be able to enjoy motherhood because I’ll constantly feel less than. below par. unable to measure up to my own expectations. Grace is the breath that gives life to the soul. Our family cannot thrive without it.

mom swimming with two boys

 

Dear friends, dang, this turned into a long, long list. And no doubt it will grow and morph and change and be edited as I grow and evolve as a parent. And I know I said it in the intro, but I’ll say it again… These things work for us (and are important to us), but I also don’t presume our way is the best way. It’s just *our* way. What are your practices of parenting? Do we have any similar ones? Or vastly different? What would you like to add? If you’re here with Sarah’s carnival, please be sure to leave me your link in the comments so I can come check out your practices over the course of the week.


 

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dealing with gender disappointment in pregnancy (and raising boys to be men)

How I dealt with gender disappointment during pregnancy when finding out I was having a boy… and how much I love being a mom to boys now.

two year old boy in a big cowboy hat

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We were convinced it was a girl. We wanted a girl. We even had chosen a girl’s name while we were still engaged.

So when the sonographer told us “it’s a boy” it came as a big surprise.

But the bigger surprise was how much disappointment came with hearing those three little words.

I was shocked by it in fact.

I genuinely thought I’d be happy either way.

But I wasn’t. I was sad.

(Ok, I was actually happy and sad – you get it, right?)

My husband squeezed my hand. Though I may have been hiding it from everyone else, he could read the look on my face. And he probably knew me better than I even knew myself.

It wasn’t just that the news caught us by surprise; the deeper issue was that I was ashamed at my sadness.

The guilt of it came immediately crushing down.

I was desperate that my baby would feel no sense of rejection over his life from us, even stemming from his time in the womb, and so the fact that I dealt with these emotions made me feel like a failure before he was even in my arms.

But over the next few days the news began to sink in.

I’m having a boy.

toddler in a cowboy hat playing harmonica

I always wanted a boy. It’s just that I always imagined having a girl first.

I had looked forward to tea parties, playing dress-up, dollies, and shopping excursions – all the things my little girl self enjoyed, and all the things I imagined my grown-up self to love all over again with a little in tow.

But as that boy news sunk in – as I gave up my ideas of little cardigans and leg warmers and cute mary jane’s – I began to get excited about having a boy.

Really excited.

two year old toddler in a cowboy hat

So excited that by the time he was born having a girl was the farthest thing from my radar.

And so excited, even, that when we found out our second pregnancy was also a boy, I was over-the-moon about being a mom to brothers!

Now that I have two boys on the outside I’m realizing more and more what a privilege it is to be a mom to boys.

This world is in desperate need of more “good men”. We’ve heard it a thousand times… and it’s true.

I have the privilege—the responsibility—to now raise good men.

little boy in a cowboy hat

And as much as I’d still love a girl to call our own, I’m also now so aware of the part I can play in history by raising wonderful boys… to be men.

I like it.

No, I love it.

I can’t imagine it any other way than to be a boy mom.

And for the record, I still get to have tea parties and play dress up sometimes. Yay.

family singing happy birthday

Pssst… Someone turned two on Sunday. We had a beautiful family day together (just us and a couple special aunties). He got a big box full of cowboy gear from Gigi and Grampy in America… and a new train set. (Such a boy!) His kid party was today (can you guess?? cowboy theme!), but more on that one later this week.

Dear friends, did you experience gender disappointment with your babies? Did it make you feel guilty or ashamed? How did you get over it?

P.S. A little shout out to some of my “boy mom” friends – Roz, Mandy, Rachel, GretaCourtney, and Rachel! You are great moms!!

 

cowboy: #5 of my 52 fotos project.
Linking in with other Project 52ers: Styleberry Blog and Courtney Kirkland.

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the cost of motherhood | how much are you willing to pay?

the cost of motherhood is high but the value of children is higher

 

So many of my earliest childhood memories center around playing house. Whether we were playing “Little House on the Prairie”, building a fort outside, or dressing and redressing our dollies, I always wanted to “play house” so I could be the mom, have babies, and mother the children.

Now that I am the mom (no longer playing house any more) I realize just how funny that is.

I wonder would my 8-year-old self have any idea what being a mom is really like?

Probably not.

Because being a mom is not just cuddles and kisses. Babies aren’t always easy to feed or put to sleep. They poop and spit on their cute outfits (and yours). They cry about everything (and sometimes for no apparent reason at all). And they are generally just a lot of work.

As much as I thought I had learned that from all my years of babysitting and childcare, becoming a mom for myself was a huge reality check.

Of course there are so many things on the other side of the coin too – like having no idea how exciting it is to watch a baby grab their toes for the first time, or the amazing feeling of freedom when a baby learns how to fall asleep on their own, or the way hearing him speak your name for the first time – mama – will cause you to melt into an absolute puddle.

All of these things must be experienced as a parent to be understood completely – the sacrifices and the joys.

And the reality is, there are moments when I want all the benefits and blessings of being a parent, without all of the responsibility and hard work of it.

{Eeek, I said that out loud – don’t judge.}

But that’s the deal with things of value right?

They cost a lot.

The price tag is high.

So if children are life’s most precious and valuable gift, then it makes sense that they come demanding a high investment from us:

Sacrificing our time. Giving our attention. Constantly listening. Endlessly learning. Seeking wisdom. Defining expectations. Creating home. Giving affirmation. Reassuring. Connecting. Loving. Comforting. Nursing. Nurturing. Believing. Serving without acknowledgement or thanks. Teaching. Playing. Giggling. Disciplining. Dreaming. Cooking. Laundering. Taxying. Correcting (ourselves). Examining our motives. Holding. Kissing. Losing sleep. Trusting. Apologizing. Forgiving.

Children cost a lot.

A lot.

But that’s only because they’re worth a lot.

A lot, a lot.

So even though my childhood notions of being a mother were a little bit skewed, there’s no doubt in my mind that these tiny jewels I now call my own are worth every “penny” they cost me.

The cost of motherhood—parenthood—is high, but the value of children is much, much higher.

Dear friends, some women would give anything—pay any price—for the opportunity to become a mom. (I always remind myself of them when I’m struggling.) I know we all know it’s worth it… but for those of you with children, do you ever struggle with the cost of motherhood?

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