A quick post on my last 10 mins... I was laying in bed getting ready for sleep to overtake me, when the door beside our room screeched open (one of the few times I'm thankful that Mike still hasn't wd40'd that sucker). I expected to see Noah run across the hall (as he does on average 3-4 times per night) and flick on the bathroom light sending a blinding stream into our room, but nothing happened. I waited. Still nothing. I thought maybe he had gone back to bed and then I heard a sound I couldn't quite place. It was a soft, streaming, padding sound. It contemplated it for a few seconds trying to place it, until it hit me. Once I placed it I was up and running. It was pee. The sound was pee hitting the carpet. I arrived at Noah's door and he was standing pantless in front of a puddle of fresh urine. He looked at me and lazily smiled. He was definetly still asleep. I asked him if he still had to pee and grabbed his hand to take him to the bathroom. He pulled away, smiled again and said, "nope, I'm done." Then he walked to his bed, climbed in, and promptly fell asleep.
Now that the puddle has been thoroughly soaked up and sprayed and disinfected and febreezed... I am going to resume my efforts to sleep. I do however leave a small warning with you, beware of sleep-peeing. It sounds like a blast, but it's not as much fun as it's hyped up to be.
Love from the Willmotts
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Trunk or Treat... Halloween 2010!
Halloween is an extremely fun holiday full of such traumatic traditions! This year my Dad and Mom came over Saturday morning and carved pumpkins and made treats with the kids. For as long as I can remember, my Dad has carved the pumpkins in our family and has always taken such joy in the chance to absolutely scare the pants off of us. So with no exception, this year he took out his sadistic 'tradition' on our poor children :)! This is how the tradition plays out: He lifts the lid off the pumpkin making a big to-do about all the 'guts' coming out. Once the children are nice and intrigued by the graphic nature of what's happening, he will take out a handful of guts and toss it down in disgust. The next handful is PUUUULLLED out while moaning and groaning about how hard it is to get out. By now the kids are intensely quiet and concentrating quite hard on the task. The third handful is REALLY stuck... SO stuck. He pulls and pulls and usually one poor child (Abby this year) gets up on their knees and ventures a look inside. And that's when... he SCREAMS... shaking and desperately trying to pull his arm out of the pumpkin as some unknown force pulls back from within. This was usually the point at which at least one of us as kids would book it out of the garage, kitchen, dining room, wherever we were. This year poor Noah looked like he was going to soil himself, Abigail startled then laughed like crazy and poor baby Elias started screaming from the loud noise. Thoroughly please with the result my Dad stopped once Mom told him to "CUT IT OUT!" Mike laughed, and well I videotaped it. I'm so grateful for parents who are intent on continuing tradition! LOL!!
This year because Hallow e'en was on a Sunday, we celebrated at our church on the Saturday night instead! We had what's called a "Trunk or Treat" and it was AWESOME!! This is how it worked, everyone dresses up, decorates the trunk of their vehicle, and then we all gather in the parking lot of the church. The kids trick or treated around the parking lot from trunk to trunk and collected more candy than we would have endured on a regular Hallow e'en and all in a fraction of the time!! Afterwards we all went inside the church where a committee of very talented members had decorated the gym. We had snacks, games and of course dancing and enjoyed a fun, safe and exciting Hallow e'en night with the kids!
It took a lot of convincing on Noah's part but we finally got him to agree to make his face "look dead". When he first saw my makeup he cried and tried to cower into Mike, who just pushed him, flailing and screaming, closer to me. I guess this sadistic 'enjoy your child's misery' characteristic is quite normal amongst fathers?!?! But regardless of our initial set back, Noah did eventually put his dead face on!
Abigail invited two friends from school so we had a full van. Although Abby was the one to invite her friends, it was Noah who stole the attention as he danced and romanced his way into Abby's friend's arms! What a funny kid!
Abby ended up winning a prize for the spookiest costume and she got a ribbon! She was so proud of herself! 
Aunt Rachel and Chris came too. The kids were pumped about that! Their costumes were ridiculously funny. They dressed up as Tetris pieces and fit themselves together quite perfectly for some great photo-ops. If that's not true love, I don't know what is!! Bahah!!
It was a great night. I'm not sure whether it was more fun for the kids or the adults, but either way, it was a BLAST!! We hope you all had a safe and happy Halloween!!! 
Love from the Willmotts
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Sunday, Sunday, Family FUNday!!
Look at this! Less than four days later and I'm writing another entry. GREATNESS...
Abigail had her primary presentation at Church today and her line was "Jesus understands when I am sad". She had been practicing it all week, so confident in her ability and extremely happy with her role. She told us that the first time she got up in an earlier practice to say it, she said this "Jesus understands when HE is sad" then she told us "But that's not right". So I then asked well what did your teacher say? To which she replied "She said nope wrong, so I said it the right way". So practice, practice, practice she went. However today when she stood up to say her line, it came out more like this "Jesus understands when I am SICK". I could see her small face contort into a look I often get from her which I believe roughly translates into "whatchu talkin' bout". I also noticed her ever so slightly shrug her little shoulders before she spoke into the microphone. But I must say, her little impromptu change really spiced up the show for me. When I asked her later why she changed it again, she told me "The girl who whispers my part to me said sick, so I whispered no sad, and she said no sick, so I did what she said because she says I can't read it, but really I can." I told her it was wonderful and internally laughed at her awesome obedience to the instructions she's given. We got about five hundred waves from her as she sat upfront and about three thousand forced little angel smiles. It was heartwarmingly (which spell check has kindly pointed out is NOT a word) adorable to watch! I am so extremely grateful to have our children in a program that allows for us to witness these precious moments!
Today we started our first week of Sundays without TV. Mike and I decided that in all that we've been doing to keep the sabbath day holy (going to church, not shopping, family scripture study etc. etc.) it maybe still didn't feel like we were accomplishing the level of sanctity in our home that the Lord expects. So, we evaluated our Sundays and came up with two things that had to go. One is that we have decided not to watch TV anymore on Sundays. For Mike this is a HUGE deal because he will now miss the majority of his football games (very very sad) haha. The second is that we have decided that we should no longer use Sundays as a day to get in a workout. Now this one was a HUGE deal to me as I enjoy running and tend to use it as a way to relax. This second sacrifice came about as Mike so kindly pointed out that if we were deciding that we shouldn't merely 'watch' sports events, then surely we shouldn't be 'participating' in any. I struggled for a short while to find a plausible argument to his logic but the only thing I could come up with was something along the lines of "umm shut up?!" Not the strongest argument, so regrettably at first, I agreed to forgo my Sunday runs in an effort to strengthen our sabbath day.
We are now at the end of the 'day without TV and running' and I must say it was an extremely peaceful, restful, hushed and happy day. Abigail and Noah played happily (minus the small fights), we had a fire and roasted marshmallows after dinner, Elias napped peacefully, and mommy napped too!! HUGE success!
Now the day wasn't perfect all around. There was that one incident... Allow me to quickly explain Noah's little mishap of the afternoon before I end this post. After we came in from roasting marshmallows, Noah disappeared downstairs to take one of his infamous 30 minute 'washroom breaks'. I could hear him chatting away to himself, or playing with the toys he has stashed beside the potty, And then I hear dreaded potty words: "DAAAAADDY come down, it's all over the place", "DAAAADDY it exploded". Now Mike was NOT going to go down there so I mentally prepared myself for the absolute worst. I trudged down the stairs expecting to see maybe poop on the floors? Walls? Toys way down at the bottom of the toilet bowl that I have often had to fish out with my hand? But shockingly Noah was standing in the middle of the bathroom pants down south, with tiny pieces of birdseed on every inch of his little body. It was in his hair, all over his shoulders, his feet were covered and it was stuck to his bum. I was a little taken aback by the situation. Oddly enough not because of the birdseed, but mostly because I felt super relieved that it was ONLY birdseed. I guess Noah had grabbed the container of birdseed we keep in the backyard before heading down to the potty and had somehow ripped the 'childproof' top off creating a birdseed explosion. He was quite pleased that the number 2 he had done in the potty was now "hiding under the bird food" as he so eloquently stated. So I had a really weird talk with him about how playing with birdseed while pooping (or at anytime I guess) is not such a great idea, shook him off, and cleaned that birdseed right on up. It was an interesting end to an otherwise calm and happy day!
The last thing that I will add is that Elias cut two teeth on the top today! Two in the bottom and two on the top, such a big kid now, and a precious little cutie!!
Happy Sunday to all!!
Love from the Willmotts
Abigail had her primary presentation at Church today and her line was "Jesus understands when I am sad". She had been practicing it all week, so confident in her ability and extremely happy with her role. She told us that the first time she got up in an earlier practice to say it, she said this "Jesus understands when HE is sad" then she told us "But that's not right". So I then asked well what did your teacher say? To which she replied "She said nope wrong, so I said it the right way". So practice, practice, practice she went. However today when she stood up to say her line, it came out more like this "Jesus understands when I am SICK". I could see her small face contort into a look I often get from her which I believe roughly translates into "whatchu talkin' bout". I also noticed her ever so slightly shrug her little shoulders before she spoke into the microphone. But I must say, her little impromptu change really spiced up the show for me. When I asked her later why she changed it again, she told me "The girl who whispers my part to me said sick, so I whispered no sad, and she said no sick, so I did what she said because she says I can't read it, but really I can." I told her it was wonderful and internally laughed at her awesome obedience to the instructions she's given. We got about five hundred waves from her as she sat upfront and about three thousand forced little angel smiles. It was heartwarmingly (which spell check has kindly pointed out is NOT a word) adorable to watch! I am so extremely grateful to have our children in a program that allows for us to witness these precious moments!
Today we started our first week of Sundays without TV. Mike and I decided that in all that we've been doing to keep the sabbath day holy (going to church, not shopping, family scripture study etc. etc.) it maybe still didn't feel like we were accomplishing the level of sanctity in our home that the Lord expects. So, we evaluated our Sundays and came up with two things that had to go. One is that we have decided not to watch TV anymore on Sundays. For Mike this is a HUGE deal because he will now miss the majority of his football games (very very sad) haha. The second is that we have decided that we should no longer use Sundays as a day to get in a workout. Now this one was a HUGE deal to me as I enjoy running and tend to use it as a way to relax. This second sacrifice came about as Mike so kindly pointed out that if we were deciding that we shouldn't merely 'watch' sports events, then surely we shouldn't be 'participating' in any. I struggled for a short while to find a plausible argument to his logic but the only thing I could come up with was something along the lines of "umm shut up?!" Not the strongest argument, so regrettably at first, I agreed to forgo my Sunday runs in an effort to strengthen our sabbath day.
We are now at the end of the 'day without TV and running' and I must say it was an extremely peaceful, restful, hushed and happy day. Abigail and Noah played happily (minus the small fights), we had a fire and roasted marshmallows after dinner, Elias napped peacefully, and mommy napped too!! HUGE success!
Now the day wasn't perfect all around. There was that one incident... Allow me to quickly explain Noah's little mishap of the afternoon before I end this post. After we came in from roasting marshmallows, Noah disappeared downstairs to take one of his infamous 30 minute 'washroom breaks'. I could hear him chatting away to himself, or playing with the toys he has stashed beside the potty, And then I hear dreaded potty words: "DAAAAADDY come down, it's all over the place", "DAAAADDY it exploded". Now Mike was NOT going to go down there so I mentally prepared myself for the absolute worst. I trudged down the stairs expecting to see maybe poop on the floors? Walls? Toys way down at the bottom of the toilet bowl that I have often had to fish out with my hand? But shockingly Noah was standing in the middle of the bathroom pants down south, with tiny pieces of birdseed on every inch of his little body. It was in his hair, all over his shoulders, his feet were covered and it was stuck to his bum. I was a little taken aback by the situation. Oddly enough not because of the birdseed, but mostly because I felt super relieved that it was ONLY birdseed. I guess Noah had grabbed the container of birdseed we keep in the backyard before heading down to the potty and had somehow ripped the 'childproof' top off creating a birdseed explosion. He was quite pleased that the number 2 he had done in the potty was now "hiding under the bird food" as he so eloquently stated. So I had a really weird talk with him about how playing with birdseed while pooping (or at anytime I guess) is not such a great idea, shook him off, and cleaned that birdseed right on up. It was an interesting end to an otherwise calm and happy day!
The last thing that I will add is that Elias cut two teeth on the top today! Two in the bottom and two on the top, such a big kid now, and a precious little cutie!!
Happy Sunday to all!!
Love from the Willmotts
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The world of blogging??!?
Well I have decided to start a blog! I decided months ago to start journaling because I keep feeling like I'm losing precious memories daily, BUT I have sucessfully completed about three entries. Horrible!! So I thought since I'm so current and cool, I would blog instead. It's so much easier to include pictures this way (because we all know that actual hard copies of pictures are just ridiculous)!
So here we are, the world of Willmott. All internet-y and stuff!! With any luck and much persistance, I will post more often on here than I write in my journal.
Here's to many posts of many memories for many years!
<3
So here we are, the world of Willmott. All internet-y and stuff!! With any luck and much persistance, I will post more often on here than I write in my journal.
Here's to many posts of many memories for many years!
<3
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