Falling asleep at 7 pm. has its problems, like when you wake up your husband is ready for bed. Sigh. Anyway, due to Stephen's insistence that midnight is a time to be asleep I blog. First a clarification: that blog post about Internet volunteerism was written by Stephen not me. Yes I nap, I talk wtih family and friends, I care for my child and laugh at him when he runs from me naked because he doesn't want his diaper on, but I do not volunteer on the Internet when I can hardly get the motivation to work on my thesis.
My thesis, by the way, is going well. I have eight interviews and three more people who said they'd let me interview them. I'm shooting for 13-15 interviews so the end of interviews is in sight. My amazing mother-in-law is wonderful and comes over to our apartment or let's me come over to her house so that I can transcribe my interviews without little hands adding their own conversation to my interviews. Transcribing is annoyingly long and tiresome, especially when I have to listen to myself ask really dumb questions.
Why do I not work on my thesis when Stephen is home? Well, I'm a slacker and it seems that when Stephen is home I simply want to be with him and tell myself that I'll work on my thesis when Christian is napping. Ha!
So Christian's newest thing is knives. He's actually liked them for sometime but in the past two months he's had a growth spurt and is able to reach up onto the kitchen counter. Thus, if we do not put the knives at least four inches from the edge of the counter it seems he is able to know exactly where they are and grab his mighty sword. (by the way one wouldn't think he'd be able to grab it when you look at his height, but his feet are really long so he gets quite a bit of height quickly when he stands on his tiptoes). It freaks us out to death. He has gone for knives in dishwashers for months right away, I'm not sure how he knows exactly what is the most dangerous thing to go for, but he does. Sometimes I wonder where he gets it and then I see Stephen throwing and catching knives in our kitchen and I stop wondering.
6 comments:
Like father like son! Good Luck with the knives. Christian is so dang cute. I love the stage that he is in.
Oh dear--the knives. We keep all ours in a low drawer so we'll be sure to relocate them before we have you guys over. :)
I never put my knives in the dishwasher to keep my kids safe, but also because it ruins them.
Ha ha, hilarious, Rachel! Actually, I think all kids have a self-destruction instinct. Joshua did that once too; he came in waving a large chef's knife over his head. Good thing it seems like they have guardian angels watching over them. I'm sure both my children would be seriously maimed right now otherwise.
Tedious transcription. Amen.
So, of course we never want to say, "I told you so", but just so you know, a knack for finding knives might just be genetic (Joseph and Stephen and my brother seem to have it) or it could be that strange coincidence that all of them along with Hyrum who has the same knack, are BOYS:). Its just strange how they are wired in some of these things and the only way to explain it is divinely appointed gender rolls:). Elle wants to be a princess when she grows up and though she's never picked up on potty words, Hyrum has been saying any one he hears lately, today it was "shut up", and I've never heard Elle say that even though they are never apart, watch the same videos, same friends and books, etc..! So, though we should not program our children to behave a certain way (I asked for a tool set the same year my brother asked for a mini vacuum and we got them:) we can't ignore certain gender related characteristics that mostly come out the older kids get:). Good luck hiding the knives!!!
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