Sarah's pregnant. We're having another child. Going by our current brood, I'd say we're likely to have another boy. Maybe we're about due to have a girl. Who knows? God knows. The sex has already been decided, of course, but God usually lets us find out when we find out. A lady at church told us her sister (which means that me telling you makes it 3rd hand) had several ultrasounds saying she was having a girl, but she wanted a boy and prayed that it would be a boy. She felt that God answered her, so she went back to doctor and somehow convinced them to do another ultrasound, and then they saw she was having a boy. Does that mean she asked God to do a sex change and he did? If so, is the boy the same child or did God replace the whole baby? I feel really weird about the whole story.
I'm detracting from the real news here. We're having number 4. We will have 4 children under 4 years old. I suppose that's better than the 3 under 2 we had with Dawson's arrival. Maybe. Sarah is feeling rather tired from the whole thing. Her blog describes her feelings best. I laughed when I heard. I think of how much I love my little guys, and I'm excited about having another. I also feel tired.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
School and Halloween
Caleb and Noah just started school. They even ride the bus now in cute little car-seats. They wave from the window, and Noah blows kisses. I'm glad all the silly paperwork is done. The school has to have all the intake paperwork completed before anyone can start. Since they are in the pre-school program to catch up their communication skills and such, part of this paperwork involved the teacher writing a monstrous document with all of the goals and plans for the year.
Two days before Caleb started was Halloween, so they told us we could bring Caleb up for the party they were doing. I thought it would be good for Caleb to go and get used to everyone, so we bought costumes for Caleb and Noah, who has been in school for a few weeks already. They both picked out SpongeBob outfits. SpongeBob also happens to be one of the few costumes at Target that they would recognize. Either way, they love SpongeBob, or "Bob Bob" as Noah says.
At school, they did a little "Trick or Treat" journey around the school to a few participating classrooms. The Bob's both cried almost the entire time. Too many people around, too much commotion. At one point, a little girl whose mother had dressed her as the devil offered Caleb her pitchfork to try to calm him down. Oddly, that helped. SpongeBob took the devil's pitchfork. Oh well. They had a great time at the little class party afterward. They colored cookies with icing, ate chips and popcorn, made footprints on paper with paint-covered feet, and socialized a bit.
I know a fair number of people who would prevent their children from participating in the Halloween activities at school. My parents never did that. They just taught me about the meanings and what to avoid. I can see some merit and reasoning in both courses of thinking. No one at school is teaching that we should worship devils, they aren't scaring my children, and they said not to let the children dress as anything scary (devil girl's mom probably didn't read the memo, although she probably thought the outfit was more cute than scary). Aside from the some vague mentions of ghosts and witches, which they would have heard whether they participated or not, everything else was just a party with costumes. The children who came to our door that evening were another story, but, oh well. Easter and Christmas traditions come from equally dodgy cult festivals, and Halloween was just as "redeemed" as Easter and Christmas were. That is, the church replaced pagan festivals with a Christian one that had oddly similar traditions. Halloweens original meanings are just still up in all our faces. All things being even, I would just ignore Halloween, and when I had no children, I did. But now I see it as a bit opportunity to meet people in the neighborhood, parent and teachers at the school, and have fun with the children at the same time. The Bible says the days are evil anyway, so we should make the most of every opportunity.
We did take some cute pictures. Dawson especially looks cute in the dinosaur costume we got for him to wear in the evening while we passed out candy and walk around to talk to the neighbors and such. The boys even got a little candy in the process. I'll post some once I get around to pulling them off the camera.
Two days before Caleb started was Halloween, so they told us we could bring Caleb up for the party they were doing. I thought it would be good for Caleb to go and get used to everyone, so we bought costumes for Caleb and Noah, who has been in school for a few weeks already. They both picked out SpongeBob outfits. SpongeBob also happens to be one of the few costumes at Target that they would recognize. Either way, they love SpongeBob, or "Bob Bob" as Noah says.
At school, they did a little "Trick or Treat" journey around the school to a few participating classrooms. The Bob's both cried almost the entire time. Too many people around, too much commotion. At one point, a little girl whose mother had dressed her as the devil offered Caleb her pitchfork to try to calm him down. Oddly, that helped. SpongeBob took the devil's pitchfork. Oh well. They had a great time at the little class party afterward. They colored cookies with icing, ate chips and popcorn, made footprints on paper with paint-covered feet, and socialized a bit.
I know a fair number of people who would prevent their children from participating in the Halloween activities at school. My parents never did that. They just taught me about the meanings and what to avoid. I can see some merit and reasoning in both courses of thinking. No one at school is teaching that we should worship devils, they aren't scaring my children, and they said not to let the children dress as anything scary (devil girl's mom probably didn't read the memo, although she probably thought the outfit was more cute than scary). Aside from the some vague mentions of ghosts and witches, which they would have heard whether they participated or not, everything else was just a party with costumes. The children who came to our door that evening were another story, but, oh well. Easter and Christmas traditions come from equally dodgy cult festivals, and Halloween was just as "redeemed" as Easter and Christmas were. That is, the church replaced pagan festivals with a Christian one that had oddly similar traditions. Halloweens original meanings are just still up in all our faces. All things being even, I would just ignore Halloween, and when I had no children, I did. But now I see it as a bit opportunity to meet people in the neighborhood, parent and teachers at the school, and have fun with the children at the same time. The Bible says the days are evil anyway, so we should make the most of every opportunity.
We did take some cute pictures. Dawson especially looks cute in the dinosaur costume we got for him to wear in the evening while we passed out candy and walk around to talk to the neighbors and such. The boys even got a little candy in the process. I'll post some once I get around to pulling them off the camera.
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