A Real Princess

I just had to post this. After years, seriously YEARS, of wearing her crown across her forehead and years of said crown leaving impressions in said forehead, Ava has finally progressed... or at least her crown has. As of last week, she became a crown-on-her-head-where-it-belongs type of girl. That's right, no more dents in her head. The move came out of necessity after Ava (wearing her crown on her forehead) and one her friends bumped heads. The force of the bonk coupled with the crown against her bare skin actually cut Ava's forehead. From then on, the crown went on top of her head. I asked Ava if she was okay with the new placement of her crown and she replied, "Yes, because now that I'm four I can be a real princess, and real princesses wear their crowns on the top." There you have it, the official crown placement rules from a self-proclaimed official princess.

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Bone

Jax, as I've told many times, is obsessed with monster trucks. He eats with them, he sleeps with them, when he comes out of his room in the morning he always has atleast three in his hands. His favorite is Gravedigger, which he watches almost daily on Youtube with Daddy. If you're familiar with Gravedigger (and if you're not, don't worry, I don't judge) you'll know his theme song is "Bad to the Bone" which our little dude loves to sing. However, he's taken it a step further. As of late, he's requested we call him "Bone." Just yesterday, Andy was joking with Ava, making up silly names for her. When she told him those weren't her names he asked, "What should I call you?" to which Jax quickly replied, "Bone." Just plain and simple, "Bone." He didn't even look up from the page on which he was coloring, he just kept drawing (a monster truck, of course). It took us a few minutes to stop laughing. Then, this morning, before Andy left for school he asked Jax, "What's your name?" to which Jax responded, "Bone." So, apparently, it's sticking. Bone it is.

Safety First

I'm a worrier. I'm not ashamed. I may one day be a crazy old lady sitting in a corner, hugging myself and rocking back and forth... but we'll jump that hurdle when we get to it. For now, I'm a run-of-the-mill worrier. As a result, my completely safe, completely coordinated, very capable husband has to wear a helmet when he rides his bike to school. He's one of just a handful of BYU students who does this, I'm sure. He thought I was silly when I first demanded he wear his helmet, but caved when I agreed to allow him to keep his head shaved so he didn't get "helmet head." It's not that I just want him to be safe, because I do, but I want him to be a good example to our kids. Because Daddy wears his helmet, Ava knows she has to put hers on before saddling up on her bike.

Jax wears his on his trike. As a matter of fact, even as he drove his little ride-on car around the backyard he insisted on a helmet. Andy couldn't find Jax's so he went for the next best thing --- his.

Jax loved wearing Daddy's helmet and I loved that even at 22-months he knows our family's helmet rule, and is quick to follow it.

Making his monster face

Having a Ball

Ava has pink cleats. Actually, they're little black Nike cleats with a pink swoosh and pink soles. She's been waiting to wear them for several days now. Today, she finally got to lace those fancy things up and take them out on the soccer field. Because today our little princess started spring soccer. She's been counting down the days, not only because she loves soccer, but because she'd be on the same team as her friend A.J. (who also has pink Nike cleats).

The girls

The only problem? Today wasn't very spring-y. Rather than running in the sun, on green grass with birds chirping in the background, these poor kids played on a windy, cold, overcast, grassless day.

Things started out good, the excitement seemed to keep Ava warm. She worked on kicking and passing drills with her teammates and after 20 minutes, it was game time. At this point, she had enough adrenaline pumping through her veins to keep her legs moving. She chased the ball, was aggressive, had several great kicks and even came *this* close to scoring a goal.

Throw-in... her favorite!

She was smiling and giving it her all, and then, the cold kicked in. I don't know at what point she realized she had no feeling in her fingers, but I saw it on her face as soon as it hit her. She looked at me, a little scared and ran off the field. I quickly bundled her in a blanket and rubbed her body for warmth. After a few minutes, she was back on the field. A minute later, she was back off. Again, I warmed her up and back in she went.

Running back on to the field together

But then, she got kicked in the leg, not hard, but she got two shots this morning and that just happened to be where the kick landed. I think the cold coupled with the kick made the pain seem much worse. At that point, she was done. She and A.J. both ran off the field and bundled up together in a blanket. Despite our attempts, neither myself nor A.J.'s parents could convince the girls to give it another go. They had checked out. Ava said, "We'll go back out on Saturday" (their next game day).

This is how Jax watched the game.

Despite checking out in the end, Ava did great! She played hard, she tried her best and she had fun! Ultimately, that's what it's all about. And she had a great little cheerleader in her baby brother who kept yelling, "Go, Ava!" "Get the ball, Ava!" Not to mention, she looked darn cute in her little soccer uniform!

Palm Sunday

Our Family Home Evening lesson this week was about Palm Sunday (which is this Sunday), which celebrates Jesus's entrance to Jerusalem the Sunday before He was crucified. On this day, as the Savior rode in on a donkey, the people laid palm frawns and their coats on the ground in front of Him. After telling the kids the story, I let them act it out.

Jax was Jesus, and used Ava's stick horse as a donkey... complete with sounds effects.

I made makeshift palm frawns with pencils and green tulle, and just grabbed a few coats off the coatrack. Simple, but the kids loved it and reenacted it several times. The best part is, it stuck. I overheard Ava telling the story of Palm Sunday to her little friend today. I couldn't help but smile.

Big Boy Bed

After a few foiled attempts to escape the confines of his crib, Jax is now sleeping in a big boy bed. Okay, actually it's just his crib mattress on the floor, but he's not in a crib anymore. That's a big deal! We had planned to move him into Ava's toddler bed when we moved to Mississippi (she'll be getting a twin bed) but we had to move Operation Big Boy Bed up a month-and-a-half for fear Jax was going to break a bone.

The operation commenced last night. I really expected Jax to take to it well. He loves Ava's bed and is constantly asking to sleep in it. He "helped" Andy take apart his crib and said bye-bye to it when Andy took it out to the dumpster (not wasteful -- necessary, that thing was on its last leg). However, when it came time to actually sleep on it, he just wasn't having it. First, he slyly snuck out a few times -- smiling at me each time he popped his little head into my room. Then, there was the "Great Book Disaster" in which he decided to methodically remove as many books from his shelf as possible. Next, he chose the "shake your groove thang" method, choosing to dance in the dark, by the light of the hall light. After that, we kept the door open but put the gate up so he couldn't escape. That's when the crying began. I don't mind the crying. Well, it's not that I don't mind it, it actually breaks my heart. But, when it comes to sleeping I'm all about letting my kids cry it out, it's a necessary means to an end. I've done it when both were babies and it worked just fine. However, last night was especially painful. Jax cried for 30 minutes, screaming things like, "I want my Mama!" and "Mama, all done sleeping" and "Go bye bye, want to go bye bye." Finally, I caved and went in to hold him and explain to him that I was just in my room. I laid him down, tucked him in and left. Five seconds later, he was crying again. So, I gave in. I trudged back to his room, placed him on his mattress, and layed on the floor next to him. A few minutes later he was asleep... or so I thought. He must have sensed my absence because within five minutes he was back at the gate yelling for me. What was I to do? At Andy's suggestion, I closed the door. First telling the little dude how much I loved him, in case my actions made him doubt. So, he cried. It lasted about 15 minutes. It was some serious crying. But slowly but surely it got a little quieter, meaning he was moving further from his door, and eventually into his bed. Once he hit the bed, he was out.

Naptime today was quite a bit better. We did our normal naptime routine, I closed the door, he cried for 10 minutes, then it stopped. When I went in to check on him, here's what I found:

Conked out!

He'll get the hang of it. To be honest, I'd much prefer he cry because of the new bed, than cry because he broke a bone trying to climb out of the crib. The good news is, he does love his big boy bed for jumping!

Girly Fun

Ava's whole life has been surrounded by boys. All my closest friends with kids her age have boys. There's nothing wrong with that. She loves her buddies, but has been longing for girl friends. Well, ask and you shall receive. Ava has become quite close with a little girl from her dance class, A.J. They are only three months apart and get along like peas and carrots. At dance, they stand next to each other, they are always partners, they wait for each other while changing shoes, the hug each other when it's time to leave. It's really very sweet. It helps that A.J.'s mom and I have become pretty good friends too. Anyway, during a playdate at our house, the girls got their fill of girliness, playing make-up, dress-up, princesses and performing with Ava's microphone. Both repeatedly exclaimed what fun they were having.

They even let Jax get in on the dress-up fun!

After A.J. left Ava became sad and told me she was really going to miss A.J. when we moved to Mississippi. Leaving her little friend has been a big concern for our little girl. Brittany says A.J. talks about it often also, which has sent her into tears a few times. It's so sad, yet so sweet. We've assured the girls that they will keep in touch via Skype and can even be penpals. But until that time comes, we'll make sure they get as much play time together as possible!

Brittany (A.J.'s mom) and I recently signed the girls up for soccer and were sure to get them on the same team. I'm excited to see our tiny dancers on the soccer field, because if they're as chatty as they are in dance, I'm not sure just how much soccer they'll be playing :)