That old ploy...

Tonight at dinner we had a first. We ate spaghetti, garlic bread, green beans, and applesauce. As parents, Steven and I are pretty easy going when it comes to how much vegetables our kids must eat. For green beans, they must eat as least as many as their age. In Emma's case this typically means five. However due to her extreme dislike of green beans, (she eats other vegetables really well) Steven told her she must eat one and if she wanted another piece of garlic bread, she needed two more. A few minutes later she chirps "I ate one, Daddy, do I have to eat any more?" Steven said that if she wanted more bread than yes she did.

This time he happened to be watching her more closely and she failed to notice that Dad was watching her stuff her green beans under the edge of her plate, out of sight. It brought to mind the many times as a child that I sat at the table staring at a vegetable after everyone was done eating (usually cooked spinach or lima beans) in utter disgust, waiting for my parents to forget I was in the kitchen so I could put it in the garbage. I distinctly remember one time in particular that I stuffed a large amount of lima beans in the legs of the table and under my plate, feeling terribly clever all the while.

Steve was really good about not letting her see his amusement with her behavior and both of us continued to watch the drama with secret smiles. There was a lot of gagging and even a brief scraping of the tongue with a finger. Finally after a large drink of milk, the first green bean was consumed. She never did finish the other two, and also never got her second piece of bread. Tonight I think she was too tired to deal with more than the emotion she put into eating the first one. Kids are great.

Last week Mary started 6th grade. It has been quite an adjustment. Free time is now at a premium. I can't wait till we settle into a routine and I have a little more time during the day. She is enjoying her classes, some more than others of course, and is doing really good. Mary is also continuing her Viola this year. She is still able to go to the school twice a week to have music with other 6th graders.

Isaiah has started cross country this week. He has practice 3 days a week with a meet on Friday. Adding homework, reading and Scouts to his schedule, he is very busy. He likes his teacher Mrs. Golden and so far 4th grade is treating him well.

Rebekah is thrilled to be in school. She is in a combo class this year, with 3rd graders. She will be getting her first homework packet on Friday and is very excited. She is a child that I don't really have to remind to do her homework. She and Mary both lost another tooth on Sunday.

Emma had a birthday (finally!) on Sunday. She is absolutely thrilled to be five. Monday morning she asked me if she was in school now. She is very excited to have her first loose tooth. She has been frequently asking the past while how old a person has to be to have a loose tooth. Although her tooth wasn't very loose, I am confident that in her enthusiasm her tooth will come out sooner rather than later.

Benjamin is also doing great. I can't believe how tall he is getting. He often makes Steven and I laugh in disbelief at his grasp of words and sentances, he reminds us of Emma in that way. He can also usually be found with a car, dinosaur, or lightsaber lost in noisy make believe for quite a while.

Maybe not...

Just a quick note about the new kitty. In my last post I wrote about the adjustments Callie was going through. She wasn't able to accept her sister after all. She hissed, growled, stalked and batted at her. Co-Co, who I nicknamed Moaning Myrtle, spent most of her time at our home hiding in the bathroom behind the toilet. She was the sweetest kitty, she loved to be petted, but was very nervous and shy. Callie not only didn't get along with the new kitty, she started being hostile to us as well. She hissed at and tried to bite Steven and also hissed at Isaiah. The kids are really dissapointed. There were tears, but the best thing for both of them, was for Co-Co to go to a different household where she won't have a hostile sibling. Callie is already happier and purring again. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that our cat is onery... because the rest of us certainly are.

Callie's sister

Today we got another cat. Callie's sister's old owner moved across the country and didn't want to keep her. Her name was Missy, but we think we will change it to Co-Co. (The last half of the word calico, Callie is named from the first part of the word). From what we have been told her personality is a lot less fiesty and independant than Callie. Her behavior up till now is backing that up. She has spent the hour since she arrived hiding behind the toilet. When we got Callie, even as a kitten she explored the whole house and was very curious.

Callie was for the first little bit, very curious about the new arrival. After that passed she spent some time hissing at her. That too has passed, and now Callie is busy ignoring her. One of our original thoughts for taking a second cat was to give Callie some company...we'll have to see if that part works out. When/if Co-Co decides to come out of the bathroom, I will post a picture of both of them.

On a totally unrelated topic, I am tired of the heat and want Fall to arrive. I love crisp mornings and falling leaves. Last year it seemed as though one week was summer and then the next week we went straight to winter.