Quarters and more

Well, the exciting news is that Jr3 choked on two quarters on Saturday.  Sr had her and I was getting ready for bed.  I think she got them from Jr2's piggy bank.  We didn't know she currently had them.  Sr said she started choking and then stopped breathing.  He did the Heimlich (not necessarily recommended for children anymore, but much, much better than nothing).  The first I knew of it was when I heard her throwing up, due to the Heimlich.  I came out and saw Sr doing the Heimlich.  Since things were coming out, I asked her if she was o.k. and if she could breathe now.  She responded that she could, so Sr stopped.  Later when laying down, she saw some more of Jr2's money that she had dropped.  She very vigorously shoved it away.  I think she will remember this for possibly one more day before she tries it again.  We said a very heartfelt family prayer after this.

Jr2 continues to enjoy preschool.  I made Mayflower boats for the kids while they were in the bath after the last post.  They quite enjoyed them.  We also got some new toys at the local used toy/clothing store -- the children used their own money.  Jr2 now owns a harmonica and Jr3 own some plastic cling stickers to dress up ballerinas, etc.  She is quite into princesses and ballerinas currently.  She called her outfit today a ballerina outfit (the backup outfit for Roo's wedding).  She also enjoyed the princess outfits from the neighbor and they both enjoyed the Little People castle and Thomas toys.

Sr caught up quite a few hours at work this week.  I sorted through a mail pile holding two or three or so months of mail.  Thus is the excitement at our house.

Poop is not a toy!

Still losing that battle.

The week in review

Jr2 enjoyed preschool again this week.  He got to bring home the friends book and review everyone's names and likes.  I'd feel worse about how he doesn't know the other kid's names, except Thursday leaving preschool one of his classmates called him by another name.

We have some of the busy bags from the swap we are doing.  Today we got one where you match a picture to a page with a matching color.  It also has the name of the item.  Jr3 pulled the pictures off and ran around the house trying to find matching items in the house.  I'm not sure how helpful it will be tomorrow in church, since much of it is missing.

I've decided I need to sit down every night and add a bit to the blog post that will come out the next Sunday, so I don't forget the funny things the kids have done.  I've also decided that is not going to happen.

Sr was at work part of Thursday, until he came home to help me (I had a tiresome cold) and then most of Friday.  Jr3 had naps Friday and Saturday, thanks to car rides.  It's about the only way I can get her to take a nap.  Or go to bed.

Jr2 likes to help Jr3.  He likes to help Jr3 by carrying her places.  He can lift her an inch or so off the floor.  Jr2 is not so excited to receive this help.  Jr2 also like to move the furniture in his room.

Jr2 and Jr3 have both enjoyed the new desk we got this week from church members.  They colored at it.  Tuesday, they watercolored.  Then I taught them they should color on paper, not the desk.  Then they got bored of the paper and colored themselves.  Tuesday, Jr3 followed in her like-minded cousins footsteps and finger painted the house, with smelly finger paints of her own making taken straight from the holding area.  I was picking up Jr2 from preschool and Sr was watching Jr3.  This seems to be a favorite activity of hers when he is watching her.  I guess next time it will probably be on my shift.

In other news, there is no other news.  Have a good week.

Pizza, Princesses, and Pneumonia

So this week, we all went to scouts (sort of).  The wolves were making pizza.  A few weeks ago they made the dough.  This week we remade the dough before hand.  Jr3 feel asleep on the way, so I kept her with me.  Jr2 was most definitely not going to miss out on the pizza making.  In fact he helped with the remaking of the pizza dough.  When Jr3 woke up, she also wanted her daddy, so she got to help out, too.  They had a blast and so did I, since I got a break.  The scouts loved the pizza.

For our anniversary Saturday, we pulled out our wedding book like we do every year.  We called the kids over to look at it and we told them stories about the day.  When we opened the book up to the first picture, we asked the kids who those people were.  Since we don't look too much like those pictures right now (especially me -- no fancy, schmancy hairdos here), they didn't know.  So Jr3 ventured a guess.  She thought maybe it was a princess.  We ended up deciding it was a mommy princess.  It sure was fun to be a mommy princess.

Sr is almost over his bronchitis or pneumonia or whatever.  He felt good enough, and it was warm enough, that we took the kids over to the temple.  We walked around the back of the temple on the sidewalk.  Then we went to the visitors center.  Jr3 wanted to watch a video, so we watched the family video they have there, while the kids rocked in the little rocking chairs they have.  It was fun because this time we were the only ones in the movie, so we could talk with them about some of the things in the movie.

We also looked at the auditorium.  Jr3 like it enough she ran away to it when we weren't looking.  We finally found her there (thanks in part to Jr2's help).  She was just sitting there in a seat like she was waiting for the show to start.  

Also at the visitors center they hand out little stickers that say "Junior Missionary" and they talk to them for a second or two how they need to tell people about Jesus.  Then when Jr3 was talking to Sr, they talked about mommy missionary and daddy missionary and Jr2 and Jr3 as missionaries and they she announced that "Jesus is a missionary, too".

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Halloween

This year Jr2 was going to be a race car driver.  I was overly ambitious and was planning on making a pattern (first ever) and sewing it.  Needless to say, not even the pattern got made.  So Tuesday after taking Sr to the doctor (annual fall bronchitis / pneumonia - he's doing quite a bit better now), we popped over to Costco.  We found a knight outfit (apparently missing the pants, although I thought it had them).  Jr3 was already slated to be a princess.  We used a dress the neighbor gave us earlier in the year and poofed it out with her tutu from her last year's outfit.

We went trunk or treating that night and the kids loved it.  Then Thursday we went to the neighbors and Jr2 shared some of the candy from the trunk or treat with them and got new candy.  We were the first trick or treaters some of them had gotten in 15 years.  Our next-door neighbor even made them apple crisp and his wife gave them two of every kind of candy from the bag she bought.

Jr1 is preparing to take the ACT again and the SAT both in December.

Sr is trying not to be sick.  I am trying to not be such a stress case and be a bit organized (being on time is down the list aways -- sorry Moo).  We are also working on teaching Jr3 to ask for help when she wants a drink instead of pouring her own and flooding the floor with milk in the process.  It did help get us enough milk jugs for the Halloween skeleton we made, though.

p.s.  The neighbor took pictures of the kids in their halloween outfits and brought us a copy.  I just have to get the scanner hooked up to post this picture.  And don't complain too much about no pictures (except LizaB) -- at least I'm posting (hint, hint).  (Remember, when we visit each other we call it a change in boring.  I am all good with blog posts you think are boring, because for me they would still be a nice change.)