Warning Moms--Don't try this at Home...

Jonathan goes to Open Gym on Wednesdays. He is in a gymnastics class on Saturdays, and the gym is open to kids 5 and under on Wednesdays for an hour. Jonathan has fun jumping in the pit, sliding down steep mats, and jumping on the trampoline. It is low key and gets us out of the house.

So, today we went, and Jonathan decided he wanted to do the obstacle course. He was practicing cartwheels, and he kept landing on his knees. So, I said, "Jonathan, watch me. You want to kick up high and land on your feet." I proceeded to do a cartwheel. Okay, I should have stretched beforehand because I swear I pulled a glute muscle doing a STUPID cartwheel!!! Apparently, I am not as flexible as I thought I was... Maybe Janis will massage it out for me. :P

If I only had a Brain...

On Tuesday, I heard Jonathan's bus pull up to our house and so I quickly put Lauren down on the boppy on the couch. I unlocked the door and rushed outside to meet Jonathan at the curb. We were walking back to the house, Jonathan was telling me about his day at school, and then he stopped and asked, "Mom, is the door locked?" I said, "No..." My heart started to beat a little faster as I tried the doorknob. Well, you guessed it, I locked the door instead of unlocking it, and I did not have the keys with me!!!! CRAP!!! (I hope this word does not offend anyone, but it was exactly how I felt). I proceeded to turn the doorknob franticly and push on the door as if I had super-human powers, and the door would give in. Then, I took Jonathan's bus pass off of his backpack and tried to pop the lock through the door frame that did not work either. I went around to the back hoping that I did not have the pole in the sliding glass door frame. I yanked on the slider and sure enough the pole was in, and it wasn't budging. During this whole process, Jonathan kept asking, "Do we need to call Maggie's dad?" (Sidenote: Yes, we have locked ourselves out before. Back in September, Janis and I were headed to Jonathan's Back to School Night. Janis walked out with Jonathan without his keys; I shut the door without my keys thinking Janis had the keys. NOPE! Maggie, a friend from our ward, came and picked us up and took Janis and I to Jonathan's preschool. Jonathan played at their house. Afterwards, Ted, Maggie's HUSBAND, took us home and got us back into our house by using one of his tall ladders. Yes, the Ostler's saved the day for us.) Jonathan obviously remembers this experience and knew that Maggie's dad, who is really Maggie's HUSBAND, could help us. There was no way that I was calling the Ostler's to help us out of this one; I would be too embarrassed. We went to a neighbor's and borrowed her phone. I called Janis and asked him to come home and unlock the door for us. Luckily, Janis' work is just 10 minutes away. While we waited, we went around to the back so I could check on Lauren and make sure that she was ok. Poor Lauren. She was on the couch crying and no one was there to help her. Trying to make the best out of the situation, I decided to water our plants on the patio and take the clothes out of the dryer. Multi-tasking is essential to my sanity. Before we knew it, Janis was inside comforting Lauren. Jonathan and I went back around to the front and went inside. Jonathan said, "Dad, thanks for letting us borrow your keys!" Yes, Dad was our superhero for the day! I have to say that I have lost most of my brain since having kids! Hopefully one day I will find it again...

A Hard Day

Jonathan has been fighting a cold for the past week. He did not go to preschool today due to his runny nose, but he still was able to keep himself

entertained...

He brought a few of his puzzle creatures to me and said that

he was going to have them "race" and go to the finish line. I said, "Okay, sounds good." --having no clue what he was talking about until I went into the hall and saw the MAJOR race. I think he lined up every car he has along with his puzzle creatures (from Chick-fil-A) and his mini Cranium games (from Wendy's). Notice how nicely lined up the toys are. I wonder if he has a little OCD in him. I can't imagine where he would get that from...

Later on, Lauren was being very fussy. I think that she is getting a little sick too. She was screaming/crying, and Jonathan tells me, "Mom, Lauren is having a hard day." What a sensitive and perceptive boy I have!

And yesterday, after playing at the park for a little over an hour, he told me that he had a hard day (mind you it was only 2 pm). I asked him what made it so hard, and he said because he was digging so hard in the sand. Man, life's rough.

I went in to check on Jonathan tonight, and this is what I saw...

He was right; he did have a couple of "hard days." He was sprawled out on his bed looking completely SPENT!

Saying Prayers and "Schnuggle" Time

Jonathan volunteered to say the prayer for dinner time. He was doing a great job, and then he stops mid-sentence and asks, "Do we open our eyes or close our eyes during the prayer?" When he asks this question, he is opening his eyes wide with his fingers and then shutting his eyes closed with his fingers. (Yes, my eyes were open). So, I had to turn my head away from Jonathan because I did not want him to see me laughing about this. After I was struck down by lightning, I asked him to start the prayer over and to be respectful to Heavenly Father.

Later that night, he was saying his bedtime prayers. He was thanking Heavenly Father for the usual-- Mom, Dad, Lauren, etc. Then, he says, "Thank you for Chick-fil-A." Yes, we love Chick-fil-A! In fact, we went there twice today--once for "Free Breakfast Friday" and once for lunch. Apparently, this made quite an impression on Jonathan. Ya gotta love the things that kids are thankful for in their prayers!!!

After saying bedtime prayers, Jonathan asked me to "schnuggle" (cuddle) with him. I agreed--I was looking forward to laying down for a few minutes and just relaxing. The problem was Jonathan kept talking to me. I was ignoring him and just laying there with my eyes closed. Jonathan then started patting my cheeks. I still held strong. Next, he started flicking his hand up and down the pillow. And the final tactic--pounding the pillow. Ok, I lost it here. I just started laughing. Of course, he started laughing too. So much for trying to establish a quiet environment conducive to sleeping.