We were all watching Tangled, and we were near the end, when Rapunzel is crying over Eugene. Kellan said, "Mom, is he going to die?", and I said, "No, Kellan, watch, she is going to save him." He paused for a second, and then said, "How? Does she have a big Band-Aid?"

And now I'm going to get on a soapbox about how all the Pixar and DreamWorks movies are PG. What's up with that? Let's see more G movies!

I Laughed. And Then He Cried.

Yesterday Kellan was climbing a tree. And got his head stuck between two branches.

He needs whiskers, like cats. If his whiskers can fit through, so can his head.

Six Years And Counting!

Happy Anniversary to us!

Didn't we look like little tiny babies back then?

Coming Clean

Jesse wrote the post about his garden. It's not mine. I helped with the starts, but Jesse is the laborer. I told him next time he posts something to make sure he is logged in on his own account, or else everyone will think it is my post.

Here's something odd about my second-born child. Kellan likes to pretend he is a cat, or a horse, or any kind of animal. When he is in character, though, he'll say things like, "Um...meow...I need lunch, Momma Cat." or "Neigh! I have to go potty, Momma Horse! Neigh!"

A few nights ago, Kellan woke up in the middle of the night, and in turn woke me up by screaming "Momma Cat! Momma Cat!" Even in my sleepy tired state, I knew it was odd.

Conversations

Ian: Mom, Peter Pan has a knife. Did you know that?

Me: Um...yeah, I did know that.

Kellan: How did you know that? Did you go to his house?

No matter how many times I have told my kids that the movie they're watching is fake, they just don't get it.

The Garden

Happy Birthday, Ian!

One day, my creations will be the exact hue that I envision them. For now, though, at least our teeth weren't green after eating the cake.

Jesse's mom sent Ian a Transformers toy, which he absolutely loves. This picture doesn't quite capture the excitement that he felt, though. He also kept the card he sent him and tried to stash it in his underwear drawer.

The Beginning of the End

Today Ian turned five years old. I can't believe how old he is. I can't believe that he can start kindergarten. I kind of feel like this is the beginning of the end for me. It's fun being a mom of young kids--hard, tiring, sometimes mind numbing, but also fun. We can do whatever we want, whenever we want. The only schedule is the schedule we decide to have, and we can go on all sorts of adventures.

Then, when they start school, life just gets really busy. You have concerts and parent teacher conferences and sports and fundraisers....I'm not ready for all of that. I'm not ready for Ian to come home telling me the new words he's learned from the kids in his class. I'm definitely not ready for him to be disappointed and hurt by the things other kids do.

This is kind of ironic, because ever since my grandparents passed away (my grandma when I was pregnant with Ian and my grandpa when I was pregnant with Kellan), I realized that life is all about change. It's not supposed to be still. Everything is always changing, and one of the things we have to learn in this life is how to deal with change.  Part of life and change is death and dying. Part of change is sending your little boy to school and giving up part of the influence you have over him. It's easy (or easier), though, to give up your grandparents when they're old and uncomfortable, and all they want to do is rest. It's hard when you look at your little boy and think about all the things he hasn't learned yet, and all the ways he could be hurt. And--if I'm completely honest with myself--it's hard to come to grips with the reality that as his world expands, my importance diminishes a little.

Sorry for the downer. I love change! I do! Yay for change! I'm probably going to keep Ian back from kindergarten this year because I can't handle it!

Here's something funny he said the other day:

We were driving past a field where excavators and bulldozers were working, and Ian said, "Hey, mom! Do you think they're digging up pirate treasure or dinosaur bones?" He was super excited about the prospect of either one (who wouldn't be? those are both way more exciting than what they were doing.), that I just played along. I said definitely pirate treasure, because most of the dinosaur bones are in Montana or Utah. Which totally made sense to him.