After coming home from basketball practice:
Alex: MOM, I make three quarter!!
(Luckily I'm pretty in tune to Alexisms & basketball)
Me: You mean three pointer?
Alex: Yea!
Me: Good job!!
Alex: Mom, I eat tuna? I never eat tuna!
Me: Yes you do. I make tuna sandwiches all the time for your lunch.
Alex: No, not that tuna, tuna like Austin.
Me: You mean oysters? (Austin was eating stinky oysters weeks ago!)
Alex: Yes. Where you buy oysters?
Me: The grocery store
Alex: How much they cost?
Me: Around $2 a can.
Alex: Great! I buy 5 cans! (He just got $10 for having no cavities!)
I share this story because OYSTERS are a bizarre thing to like. At least I think they're disgusting YET all my children like them! James grew up getting oysters in his Christmas stocking and we've continued the tradition with our children. The fact that Alex LOVES oysters is just another little witness to me that he belongs in our family! And I'm so excited to see him get his can of oysters on the 31st! (Even though I hate it when everyone eats them and the house & their breath smell like oysters!)
Alex: Mom, what mission?
Me: A mission? Like when you turn nineteen and go on a mission to teach the Gospel?
Alex: Oh yea. I no have money for my mission. (He has a little bank that says tithing, mission, spending money.)
Me: I know, you should start saving so you'll have money for your mission. Maybe you'll go to Ukraine and you can teach Ivan.
Alex: That too far away and I forget where Ivan live.
Me: Well, I have his address .
Alex: I forget everything Ukraine. My phone code, Ivan house.....sigh.
Speaking of forgetting Ukraine, the other day Alex had a little tiff with Rylee (she bumped him with the empty arm of her coat as she walked by) and he threw the hacky sack at her as hard as he could. Needless to say, I was miffed, I sent him to his room and later went in to talk to him. He had reverted right back to that little boy that wouldn't look at me and just sat stoically awaiting his punishment. I gave my usual lecture on controlling yourself and that boys grow into men and they need to control themselves NOW so when they are men they don't get thrown in jail for hitting and blah, blah, blah. He just stared off into space. Eventually I asked him if he had anything to say for himself and his lip began to quiver. He broke down and said. "I can't forget Ukraine." Puzzled, I pulled him onto my lap, "Honey, I don't want you to forget Ukraine." He then explained, "In Ukraine, boys hit girls." Ah ha! I was so proud of him! This was the first time he has ever been able to verbalize his feelings and frustrations. He knows hitting is wrong-especially hitting girls but he's been conditioned to do it and he's having a hard time letting go of that impulse. The fact that he tried to explain himself and felt so badly just warmed me from head to toe! He's trying so hard to give up his old habits. He sobbed and sobbed while we talked about his Ukraine Dad hitting his Ukraine Mom and hitting girls in the orphanage. I made a big deal about how proud I was that he was able to tell me his feelings. I made a super big deal of his coming forward and told him that although I don't want him to forget Ukraine I do want him to forget the bad behaviors he picked up there and now that he told me, I can help him.
Last night we wrapped up our Harry Potter-a-thon. During the movie I caught Alex looking at me. (Background: Alex has a nervous habit of picking at/itching his face continually-he doesn't even realize he's doing it-so when I see him with his hands on his face I reach over and he gently push them into his lap and then he holds my hand for awhile but eventually lets go to try and itch at/pick at his face. At one point during the movie when I was sneaking a peek to see if his hands were on his face he caught me and asked, "Why you look me Mom?" "Because you're so cute." I whispered.") So, when I caught him looking at me during the movie I asked "Alex, why are YOU looking at ME?" He shrugged his shoulders then snuggled close to me and said very quietly, "Because I loves you so much!"
Ahh...moments like these, fleeting and few are what I live for!
Alex: MOM, I make three quarter!!
(Luckily I'm pretty in tune to Alexisms & basketball)
Me: You mean three pointer?
Alex: Yea!
Me: Good job!!
Alex: Mom, I eat tuna? I never eat tuna!
Me: Yes you do. I make tuna sandwiches all the time for your lunch.
Alex: No, not that tuna, tuna like Austin.
Me: You mean oysters? (Austin was eating stinky oysters weeks ago!)
Alex: Yes. Where you buy oysters?
Me: The grocery store
Alex: How much they cost?
Me: Around $2 a can.
Alex: Great! I buy 5 cans! (He just got $10 for having no cavities!)
I share this story because OYSTERS are a bizarre thing to like. At least I think they're disgusting YET all my children like them! James grew up getting oysters in his Christmas stocking and we've continued the tradition with our children. The fact that Alex LOVES oysters is just another little witness to me that he belongs in our family! And I'm so excited to see him get his can of oysters on the 31st! (Even though I hate it when everyone eats them and the house & their breath smell like oysters!)
Alex: Mom, what mission?
Me: A mission? Like when you turn nineteen and go on a mission to teach the Gospel?
Alex: Oh yea. I no have money for my mission. (He has a little bank that says tithing, mission, spending money.)
Me: I know, you should start saving so you'll have money for your mission. Maybe you'll go to Ukraine and you can teach Ivan.
Alex: That too far away and I forget where Ivan live.
Me: Well, I have his address .
Alex: I forget everything Ukraine. My phone code, Ivan house.....sigh.
Speaking of forgetting Ukraine, the other day Alex had a little tiff with Rylee (she bumped him with the empty arm of her coat as she walked by) and he threw the hacky sack at her as hard as he could. Needless to say, I was miffed, I sent him to his room and later went in to talk to him. He had reverted right back to that little boy that wouldn't look at me and just sat stoically awaiting his punishment. I gave my usual lecture on controlling yourself and that boys grow into men and they need to control themselves NOW so when they are men they don't get thrown in jail for hitting and blah, blah, blah. He just stared off into space. Eventually I asked him if he had anything to say for himself and his lip began to quiver. He broke down and said. "I can't forget Ukraine." Puzzled, I pulled him onto my lap, "Honey, I don't want you to forget Ukraine." He then explained, "In Ukraine, boys hit girls." Ah ha! I was so proud of him! This was the first time he has ever been able to verbalize his feelings and frustrations. He knows hitting is wrong-especially hitting girls but he's been conditioned to do it and he's having a hard time letting go of that impulse. The fact that he tried to explain himself and felt so badly just warmed me from head to toe! He's trying so hard to give up his old habits. He sobbed and sobbed while we talked about his Ukraine Dad hitting his Ukraine Mom and hitting girls in the orphanage. I made a big deal about how proud I was that he was able to tell me his feelings. I made a super big deal of his coming forward and told him that although I don't want him to forget Ukraine I do want him to forget the bad behaviors he picked up there and now that he told me, I can help him.
Last night we wrapped up our Harry Potter-a-thon. During the movie I caught Alex looking at me. (Background: Alex has a nervous habit of picking at/itching his face continually-he doesn't even realize he's doing it-so when I see him with his hands on his face I reach over and he gently push them into his lap and then he holds my hand for awhile but eventually lets go to try and itch at/pick at his face. At one point during the movie when I was sneaking a peek to see if his hands were on his face he caught me and asked, "Why you look me Mom?" "Because you're so cute." I whispered.") So, when I caught him looking at me during the movie I asked "Alex, why are YOU looking at ME?" He shrugged his shoulders then snuggled close to me and said very quietly, "Because I loves you so much!"
Ahh...moments like these, fleeting and few are what I live for!
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