Ode to the Loves of My Life

Very few of the few people who read my blog have met my children. Well, this post is dedicated to them and their fabulousness.

Lucas (aka Lukster-miester, Lukey, and young padawan)
One year old
Only child of mine who will eat peas, breast fed, and weighed 20 lbs before his first birthday
Has "evil" laugh when being mischiveous
Prefers to be carried by dad
Loves the outdoors, climbing on stools, Praise Baby, and making others laugh

Kyrsten (aka Ki-ki)
Four years old (in March)
Needs lots of sleep unless you would like to see her dark side - though you may see it anyway without any notice
Knows and uses way too many "grown-up phrases"
Prefers staying in her underwear all day long
Loves make-up, candy, playing with big brother, dressing up, singing and projects
Has the cutest little voice that includes switching b's for v's, ch's for t's, w's for l's and did you know today is Balemtime's day
Wrote a song called "What's Your Name" - it is an interactive song

Evan (aka bud)
Seven years old
Smart as a whip
Loves video games, playing outside, riding his bike (for miles), school and a million other things
Also prefers to be in underwear only
Is growing up too fast (i.e. used the phrase "as well" the other day)
Would eat noodles with just butter ("no sauce") for every meal
Writes poetry and just began a journal
Future is wide open for this kid

This is just a glimpse of the miracle that is my children. Only a creative and loving heavenly father could have created such wonder. As I think about them and their uniqueness I feel as if God is saying directly to me, "Happy Valentine's Day, Sarah!" What a gift of love each day is knowing them and being known as "mom."

Just sitting around...making up new words.

So, you may have heard about the dashing mayor of Detroit and the texting scandal with his chief of staff. That is a whole other blog, for a whole other person on a whole other day. Anyway, Natalie and I were watching the news and all the channels were discussing his press conference apology. They were interviewing several people and getting their opinions on whether he seemed sincere or not. As one man answers the question, he mentions something like the "malfeces of the mayor."

"Did he just say 'malfeces'?"

Ok, he did not say "malfeces." It was just what Natalie and I heard. I think he may have said "maleficient," but I can't be sure. Anyway, this led to the discover of said word "malfeces."

malfeces \mal-`fe-seez\ n. poopy talk (malfecious adj.)
1. I don't want to hear that malfeces come out of your mouth again.
2. Such malfecious language is not allowed in this classroom.

My goal is to try and work it into a real classroom situation. Shouldn't be too difficult with a room full of middle schoolers!