"My name is Norah and I'm hungry."
"Green is a lonely color." ??? She is always saying interesting things. She has quite the vocabulary for a two year old. You can really tell it when you look at her that she is always thinking and processing things.
"Daddy, are you hurt?" When she visited Nate at the hospital.
Norah was sleeping with me last night. In the middle of the night she left. I went to check on her and she had climbed back into her bed. She had the covers over her whole body. She even had them tucked in around over her her head. Kind of like a mummy. She's a little puzzling sometimes. I just keep watching her to see what she'll do next.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Counting Miracles
Starting a family text the day before Nate went into the hospital.
A male LDS nurse that is in scouting to talk about 50 mile hikes with Nate.
Being here in the hospital to get things rolling instead of having to wait for appointments and results.
Kylee.
Kylee.
Others I've forgotten and will add later when I'm not so tired.
Maybe I'll even write in paragraphs.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Things Norah has Said Recently
Be quite my people!
Absolutely! (When I asked her to clean something up)
I'll add more later.
Absolutely! (When I asked her to clean something up)
I'll add more later.
Friday, December 21, 2012
I never get a chance to blog and I am losing so many precious memories about my kids. Unfortunately our camera was lost on our Seattle trip. Fortunately I looked at the pictures of Nate and the four oldest kids going to see wicked before it was gone. I want to remember how they looked on he stairs of he paramount theater and Emma and Merian posing like the wicked poster.
I also want to remember the video of how Norah insisted on holding the cockroach at the pacific science center. She didn't even flinch. I think she was more confident than Derek.
It's after midnight. I just finished wrapping Christmas presents. I'm typing his on our iPod. I'm not going back to proofread.
I also want to remember the video of how Norah insisted on holding the cockroach at the pacific science center. She didn't even flinch. I think she was more confident than Derek.
It's after midnight. I just finished wrapping Christmas presents. I'm typing his on our iPod. I'm not going back to proofread.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Just some things so I can remember them when we all get old.
Megan likes to spell Norah with a silent "k": Knorah
Last Sunday morning I was awakened by a humming sound. Derek and Eliza were in our room playing. Derek told Eliza, "it's vibrating."
I wondered what they were doing so I asked, "what's vibrating?"
Derek's response, "That means it's shaking."
At breakfast that day he was talking about the flow rate of different liquids. I told him that was called viscosity and I totally expect him to use that word in the future.
Norah is not like our other children. She has always preferred to sleep in her own bed instead of with us. When she is cranky she tells me she is tired and goes to bed.
She also likes to go to church and will gladly go to nursery by herself. Maybe having so many mothers has made her less attached to me. Last week, when she saw Megan and Emma getting ready for the youth temple trip she got excited about going to church and asked them to help her get a dress. She actually cries when she is sick and I make her stay home from church.
Eliza is so good to Norah. She pretty much gives Norah what ever she wants. ie: green cups Eliza has even been so good to share her purse and flashlight and hasn't gotten upset when Norah calls it hers. We got Norah a purse and flashlight for a belated birthday present so Eliza has her stuff back now.
Last Sunday morning I was awakened by a humming sound. Derek and Eliza were in our room playing. Derek told Eliza, "it's vibrating."
I wondered what they were doing so I asked, "what's vibrating?"
Derek's response, "That means it's shaking."
At breakfast that day he was talking about the flow rate of different liquids. I told him that was called viscosity and I totally expect him to use that word in the future.
Norah is not like our other children. She has always preferred to sleep in her own bed instead of with us. When she is cranky she tells me she is tired and goes to bed.
She also likes to go to church and will gladly go to nursery by herself. Maybe having so many mothers has made her less attached to me. Last week, when she saw Megan and Emma getting ready for the youth temple trip she got excited about going to church and asked them to help her get a dress. She actually cries when she is sick and I make her stay home from church.
Eliza is so good to Norah. She pretty much gives Norah what ever she wants. ie: green cups Eliza has even been so good to share her purse and flashlight and hasn't gotten upset when Norah calls it hers. We got Norah a purse and flashlight for a belated birthday present so Eliza has her stuff back now.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Introducing Hyrum Peter
On September 20th we welcomed Peter into our home. We are so glad he is here and everyone loves him so much.
I wrote the following in my journal very late the night after he was born. It's brief, but it explains the kids reactions when they came to visit Peter for the first time.
"The kids we so excited to see our new baby. Michael was the first to hold him and held him at least twice. Megan and Eliza looked at him with pure joy. Derek asked how we knew if he was really a boy and wanted to check it out for himself. Norah was a sleep the first time she came, but when Nate brought the kids the next day she didn't want to give up her turn holding him and she started doing this little piggy when she saw his feet." I wish I could remember exactly what she said. Something like "It's a girl." When I explained Peter was a boy she looked thoughtful and said something like, "It's not a girl, she's a boy."
Norah has been a wonderful big sister. Michael was the first one to hold Peter when we brought him home. Norah said, "be careful with him, he's my baby." She told Grandma Johnson the same thing while Norah and I walked upstairs to give her a bath. She brings diapers and wipes without me having to ask when ever she finds out he needs a diaper change. She warns me each time not to cover up his belly button.
When we first brought Peter home everybody was taking turns holding him when he needed a brake to eat. We mentioned that Peter only drank milk. Norah brought over two GREEN cups filled with milk. When Emma asked what that was for she answered, "we are thirsty." When Norah explained "we" was her and Peter, Emma explained that Peter couldn't drink out of a cup. Then Norah asked, "he need a green top?" I love that she was willing to share her loved green cups and tops with him. Then, while she watched him eat, she thought I was feeding him with my elbow. Every time I say Peter needs to eat, she corrects me and tells me he needs to drink.
Eliza sings to him all the time and I have a hard time keeping her away from him while he sleeps.
Michael and Derek love having another boy. They've asked when he can move into their room and Michael has taken him up there to show him where he will be in a couple of years. (I don't know how they will fit!)
We are so glad he is here and part of our family. He's right where he belongs and he will make a great Johnson.
I wrote the following in my journal very late the night after he was born. It's brief, but it explains the kids reactions when they came to visit Peter for the first time.
"The kids we so excited to see our new baby. Michael was the first to hold him and held him at least twice. Megan and Eliza looked at him with pure joy. Derek asked how we knew if he was really a boy and wanted to check it out for himself. Norah was a sleep the first time she came, but when Nate brought the kids the next day she didn't want to give up her turn holding him and she started doing this little piggy when she saw his feet." I wish I could remember exactly what she said. Something like "It's a girl." When I explained Peter was a boy she looked thoughtful and said something like, "It's not a girl, she's a boy."
Norah has been a wonderful big sister. Michael was the first one to hold Peter when we brought him home. Norah said, "be careful with him, he's my baby." She told Grandma Johnson the same thing while Norah and I walked upstairs to give her a bath. She brings diapers and wipes without me having to ask when ever she finds out he needs a diaper change. She warns me each time not to cover up his belly button.
When we first brought Peter home everybody was taking turns holding him when he needed a brake to eat. We mentioned that Peter only drank milk. Norah brought over two GREEN cups filled with milk. When Emma asked what that was for she answered, "we are thirsty." When Norah explained "we" was her and Peter, Emma explained that Peter couldn't drink out of a cup. Then Norah asked, "he need a green top?" I love that she was willing to share her loved green cups and tops with him. Then, while she watched him eat, she thought I was feeding him with my elbow. Every time I say Peter needs to eat, she corrects me and tells me he needs to drink.
Eliza sings to him all the time and I have a hard time keeping her away from him while he sleeps.
Michael and Derek love having another boy. They've asked when he can move into their room and Michael has taken him up there to show him where he will be in a couple of years. (I don't know how they will fit!)
We are so glad he is here and part of our family. He's right where he belongs and he will make a great Johnson.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Elinore Rose
Lately, Norah has been taken to calling herself Norah Rose and will correct us if we forget the Rose part. She even did that to her nursery leader when we saw her at the park today.
Norah - uh, Norah Rose - likes to play outside, especially in the dirt. Today she was outside for a long time all by herself. When she came in she told me she had made beds for the rolly-pollies. Little did I know those beds were her shirt pockets that were stuffed with dirt and grass.
Yesterday she came to me and told me she had seen a fly and that she had named him Little Fella. Eliza heard her and then they went outside and made a house for him out of the wood we had on the back porch.
Derek, Eliza and Norah get along so well. It is fun to see them play together and Norah is definitely one of the big kids in terms of how she acts. (Although she starting to feel that something is about to happen and keeps telling us she is a baby and their isn't a baby in my tummy.)
Norah is an amazing talker and is constantly reporting on things using her favorite adjectives, colors.
Norah's favorite color is green, because Eliza's is, but Eliza graciously shares that with her, even if it means Norah has to have a GREEN cup with a GREEN lid and a green spoon. (Seriously, there have been times I've been tempted to throw away all those baby utensils and cup lids. None of the rest of my kids have used tops and it would make life a lot easier not to have special dishes.) Norah even insists that her eyes are green, even though they are a sparkling bright blue. I've been meaning to take her to a mirror to show her the truth, but I'm not sure if she'll even believe me then.
Norah - uh, Norah Rose - likes to play outside, especially in the dirt. Today she was outside for a long time all by herself. When she came in she told me she had made beds for the rolly-pollies. Little did I know those beds were her shirt pockets that were stuffed with dirt and grass.
Yesterday she came to me and told me she had seen a fly and that she had named him Little Fella. Eliza heard her and then they went outside and made a house for him out of the wood we had on the back porch.
Derek, Eliza and Norah get along so well. It is fun to see them play together and Norah is definitely one of the big kids in terms of how she acts. (Although she starting to feel that something is about to happen and keeps telling us she is a baby and their isn't a baby in my tummy.)
Norah is an amazing talker and is constantly reporting on things using her favorite adjectives, colors.
Norah's favorite color is green, because Eliza's is, but Eliza graciously shares that with her, even if it means Norah has to have a GREEN cup with a GREEN lid and a green spoon. (Seriously, there have been times I've been tempted to throw away all those baby utensils and cup lids. None of the rest of my kids have used tops and it would make life a lot easier not to have special dishes.) Norah even insists that her eyes are green, even though they are a sparkling bright blue. I've been meaning to take her to a mirror to show her the truth, but I'm not sure if she'll even believe me then.
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