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Peanut and Harry Potter

Peanut has recently discovered Harry Potter.  It was something we have been talking about having her read for a while.  The only reason that I put it off so long is she scares so easily and Harry Potter not only has some heavy themes but some scary scenes.  Her two best friends have been pestering her to read it and then the first book came up as t book for her book club, so I thought it was probably time.  We were at a book fair and I suggested she buy it for her book.  She was reluctant as she had a different book she wanted, but she bought it in the end (bought both actually, I only pitch in for so much at book fairs, if they want more then the set amount they have to pay for it themselves, but that’s a story for another day).

It took her one day to read it and she LOVED IT!!!!!!

When she was done she immediately came to me and said. “I NEED the next book, it is essential for my survival.”

She repeated this several times a day until I convinced her to check out the second digitally from the library.

She read that in one day, despite being quite ill at the time.

Harry Potter has resulted in a new obsession for her, it may have even replace science as her favorite thing, I’m not sure but here are some of the things she has shared with me about Harry Potter.

  • She already has her next birthday theme all planned, Harry Potter and Potion making.
  • She wants all the Harry Potter books.  She wants them in soft cover so that she can hug them.
  • She has finished the first book in Pottermore and is happy to be a Ravenclaw.
  • She felt guilty, like she was betraying us, because she was imagining that she was related to Harry Potter.  I told her that was not a betrayal of her own family and that she didn’t have to feel guilty.
  • She personally identifies we Hermione and I think that’s a perfect fit.  If you knew her you would see how she is a real life Hermione, same idiosyncrasies, same personality, same hair.
  • She is beside herself with excitement because the book club that caused her to read it is here at our house.  She’s been working on her book club plan ever since she finished the book.

I could go on, and she has, but I will let you imagine it for yourself.

I LOVE seeing my kids learn to LOVE new things, especially when they are things that I love as well.  It was hard not to push it on her.  Loving something, especially books, is not something you can really give to someone, and you can ruin it for them if you try to hard.  I’m glad this one worked out and I’m excited to see her learn to love more things.  I hope she takes to Lord of the Rings as well.  That will be fun!

What was something new and exciting that you or your kids recently learned to love?  How do you share the things you love with your kids?


In extreme emergencies

Peanut stopped me after dinner to, as she put it, “have an adult conversation” The other kids went upstairs and she asked me what the word assolence meant.  It took me until she told me it had something to do with growing breats that I figured out that she meant adolescent.  I explained to her that it was just another word for being a teenager.

She told me that sometimes it’s really awkward to ask me questions about stuff like that.  We talked about how even though it’s awkward it’s important she ask me about that stuff.

She responded “and in extreme emergencies, Dad.”

It’s nice to know I’m the preferred parent.

Remembering the Hard Stuff

Cardio appointments are always a mixed bag emotionally for me.

On the one hand I spend the whole time being SUPER grateful that Peanut is well and that we have not been to the Cardio in two years.  SUPER grateful for the miracle of her life.

On the other hand I relive, especially in the time between doing the echo and seeing the doc, every fear and pain that I went through when she was born until I stopped being in a constant dread of her dying, which was at about 19 months.

This last Cardio appointment was a little nerve wracking for me, we were there a few months early because Peanut had been complaining about feeling short of breath, which can be a sign that something has gone wonky with her heart.

She is fine.

But that current fear reminded me.  It reminded me to pray and feel grateful.

I feel very blessed to have wonderful doctors, wonderful family, wonderful friends, and a wonderful Father in Heaven who has helped and continues to help me and Peanut.

I think remembering past trials is probably always like that, you remember what the pain was like, you can feel it the same way you can feel someone’s pain when you see them get hurt badly.  Sometimes it’s even more then that.  Sometimes you relive the pain.  Hopefully, you relive the joy too, the relief you felt when the trial ended or when you understood what it was all for.  Hopefully you pray just as hard as you did during the trial after the trial, prayers of gratitude for what you learned, for help received.  I always try to remember to do that, to pray with as much fervor as I did in that PICU.

How do you remember the hard stuff?

Clones are people too

Here are a few things that I’ve overheard from my kids or conversations I’ve had with them in the last little while.

Cake: “Oh, I just LOVE the smell of art!”

Cake: upon seeing a fountain light show “It’s like splashy water colors!”

Lunchmeat: He wanted me to play a game with him and gave me a wand “You don’t hold a wand like that!” he critiqued me for about five minutes on my wand technique.  I apparent stink at wands.

Peanut: This one is more me talking to Peanut, We were watching Star Wars Rebel’s and she was talking about how the new storm troopers were real people, unlike the clones. I said “Close are people too baby, clones are people too.” We then had quite the long discussion on if clones are real people or not.

Words are Important

I had a conversation yesterday with Peanut about the importance of words.

It started because I was helping her cook some Cinnamon rolls. I told her to get a spoon and instead she got out a rubber spatula. I stopped her and marked the fact that I had told her to get a spoon but she had done something else. I told her how when I said “Spoon” I wasn’t saying “Anything you can get something out of a bowl with” I meant “Spoon”. I explained to her the reason I had told her to get a spoon and showed her why the rubber spatula wouldn’t work as well.

I then stopped her cooking and told her I needed to explain something to her. I said that words are important, when you use a word it has a very specific meaning and that it is very important to be sure that you listen to the words people say, not just the general idea behind it. If you don’t, you wind up with spatulas when you need spoons.

I told her that words are powerful. They are the way you understand people, and if you use them carefully, they are the way you can be understood. Words must be respected and used thoughtfully. I told her that people bring their life and experiences with them and they communicate that by the words that they choose. I told her that relationships, countries and wars have all started and ended because of words, specific words, the wrong or the right ones.

I’m not sure how much of this lesson got though to her, but I feel it was an important one.


We enjoy and spend a lot of time trying to understand what people really mean, trying to understand why they chose the word they chose, what context and connotation are they bringing with that word. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think very many people are careful with their words. They say spatula when they mean spoon.

Husband and I often quote a line from the movie “The Princess Bride”. (P.S. if you have not seen this movie your childhood was sad and you should go fix that as soon as possible). The line is where Inigo Montoya says “You keep using that word, I don’t think it means what you think it means.” We say this to each other when we are talking about experiences we had where we couldn’t understand the meaning behind what people were saying because the context or actions didn’t match the words they chose.

I think a lot of hurt, confusion, and misunderstandings would be prevented if people took the tact about words that I was trying to instill in Peanut.


What do you think? Are you careful with your words? Do you think I’m over-analyzing things? Do you have a word that has a special connotation with it that might be unusual? Do you think words are important?

Forehead’s and Lego’s

So Meatloaf has started crawling this last week. He’s started with pushing his legs while his forehead is on the ground. That has lead to some interesting rug rash.

Peanut of course wanted to know why it was called a forehead.

My biggest concern with the crawling is the Lego’s. We have a TON of Lego’s in this house, and keeping them off the floor is not something that Lunchmeat is very good at.  I mean, when you Lego’s look like this

IMG_20140315_130615_678it’s something you worry about. Husband caught him with a Lego guy in his hand and trying his darnedest to get it into his mouth.


The White Dress

As you saw in yesterday’s post, Peanuts Grandmother made her a white dress for her baptism. It is BEAUTIFUL. Lace and beads. When we were visiting them this summer they planned the dress together.  When Bubush came for Meatloaf’s birth she fitted it to Peanut. My mother is amazing and talented. I look at the stuff she makes for the kids and try to figure out what it would cost in the real world.

Peanut loves the dress, so she wants to wear it every Sunday.  One Sunday, right after her baptism she was all dressed and ready.  She decided that she would give a gift to her primary teacher.  She got it and then decided to wrap it.  For some reason she decided that the carbon paper she had been playing with the day before would make a GREAT wrapping.  Apparently she had completely forgotten what I had told her about how messy carbon paper is.

She came downstairs just as we were about to walk out the door with a little package in her hand, leaning against the lace at her waistline.

I then expressed my surprise and dismay. There was a black mark across her dress. I told her to put the package down and go wash her hands. She dropped the package and walked into the bathroom.  A few seconds later she walks out with a washcloth she is dabbing at her dress, and black hand prints all over the dress.  I loudly told her “Stop!  Stop touching your dress!”  She put her hands up like someone in a stickup.  I asked her “Why didn’t you wash your hands?”

Her reply “I thought the dress was more important then my hands!”

What do you say to that?

I switched her into a different dress and spent the car ride to church trying to explain to her how that had been a REALLY bad idea until Husband made me stop.

When we got home I cleaned all I could from it.  There were still a few black marks I could not get off by blotting with water.  I called a friend of mine who owns a dry cleaning business.  I asked him what to do and he recommended a cleaner.  I bought it and it got the rest out.  Any shadows that were left washed out when I rinsed the cleaner out of the dress.

The next Sunday Peanut wanted to wear the dress again.  When we left church we walked through the grass.  Apparently it was wet enough that Peanut kicked mud up the back of the dress.

Out came the cleaner again and the dress was white once more.


While I was thinking about these events I realized that it’s a good analogy for sin and repentance.

Our souls are white, clean and beautiful.  We mess up some things we can wash out ourselves, some things we can’t, we have to consult and expert.  With the experts help we can get clean again.  And we turn around and sin again.  But the expert is there to help us and we can be perfectly clean again.

That’s life, and repentance is part of it.  An ongoing part of it.  Once won’t be enough, we will have to turn to the Lord for His expert help over and over.  But as long as we do, we can be white and clean again.

Peanut wore the dress to church the next Sunday, it’s still clean.