The Knights: May 2012

Logino

Logan has been getting scared at night because his fan will blow things in his room. So we have been teaching him that he can say a prayer and HF will make him feel better and help him to sleep. One morning he told me he had been scared and that he prayed and that HF really made him feel better. The cutest part is, he got out of bed and knelt in the middle of his floor to say the prayer. Then crawled back in bed and fell asleep. I told him he didn't have to get out of bed if he was scared and he said, "yes I do, I have to show HF respect." 05-'10
We were at a park that had the telephone toys. One pipe on one end, and Logan was near the other end. Mikah yelled in the pipe "I love you Logan" he looked around confused because he was all alone and said, "I love you too Heavenly Father, I know that you are true!" then went on playing as if this was a regular occurance. 04-'10
When you lay a blanket on the ground and sit on it he thinks it is called a party. He will always ask me to make a party for him. 09-'10
While talking a mile a minute he stopped and said, "the batteries in my mouth are broken." 3-'10
He told me to take a cat nap, and he would take a dog nap. 3-'10
He calls Mozzarella cheese, Cinderella cheese. 3-'10

Dilly Dally

While counting to 10...1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,purple,10! 4-'10
While playing kitchen with Daddy he told her to put something in the microwave for 2 minutes, she ran to the couch and buried her face in her hands and began to cry. When he asked her what was wrong she said "time out." (When she is in trouble she has to sit on the stairs for 2 min.) 2-'10
When she wants to be held she will stand at your feet and say "Can I hold you?" 1-'10
If she is mad at you she will flip your lip. 1-'10
When she wants your attention she will yell "Mamma Keith Knight, or Daddy Keith Knight" we all get Logan's full name. 1-'10

Keith during fhe: the golden rule is do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Logan: well there is the black rule. If people are mean to you, you can be mean to them. ************** Tonight Dylan was beyond tired. She cried about everything and fought us tooth and nail during bedtime. We tried to remind her that it was her choice to be happy and that she was choosing to be grumpy so if she wanted she could change her mind she could. She grumpily agreed to say her prayer tonight but not without informing us that she was NEVER going to get in bed again. Dylan's prayer: I am grateful for my parents. I am grateful for stores so we can buy food and eat it. I know heavenly father loves us and that he knows our names. I am grateful that we can choose to be happy. Please bless my friends to choose to be nice to me and to not pinch me. She finished her prayer much happier than it started. A while later she started crying and told me that she was saying bad words and when she does that it makes Jesus sad. She felt terrible. I was so happy to explain the atonement in children's terms. It was an emotional chat for both of us. I hugged and kisses her goodnight. And I think she fell asleep before keith and I left the room.

Keith helped the kids do their chores this morning so they could go outside and play. While making beds he discovered something pretty gross...if you have a weak stomach stop reading!

My kids have a bunkbed, Dylan sleeps on top and Logan sleeps on the full bed on bottom (it's bigger, and naturally the bigger kid gets the bigger bed, says Logan) Dylan's covers at the end of the top bunk are tucked under the mattress and sometimes hang down a little at the end of Logan's bed. Apparently Logan has been pretty lazy, and instead of getting out of bed to get a tissue he wipes his goobers on the blanket that hangs down. It shocked me, because he gets so grossed out by things like that! I thought for sure they couldn't be his! But he admitted to it. So tonight I made him get a tissue and scrape off all the goobers from the end of the bed. It made my stomach roll just thinking about doing it, and it made him gag the whole time. Sometimes I think parenting is hilarious. I am hoping next time he thinks about doing that he will remember HE has to clean it up. Then maybe...just maybe he will muster up enough energy to get out of bed, walk the 2 feet to his desk and grab a tissue.

Tomorrow he is going to learn how to use the washer, then how to make the bed on the top bunk. I will let you know in 20 years if my parenting skills measure up.

It cracks me up this parenting journey. I really thought my parents knew everything. I am still amazed at how smart my mom is. She just seems to know what to do, how to do it, and for how long. In the spirit if Mother's Day, I sure hope that I am doing something right as a mother. I love my kids. I love being a mom. I don't love goobers, but I did secretly love watching him be completely grossed out by cleaning them up.

Happy Mother's Day. I hope you are enjoying the journey.

P.S. All photos taken courtesy of my early Mother's Day gift...my iphone. BEST...THING...EVER!

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