March 21, 2011

Koper Kidisms

Steven: Why do the letters on your shirt look like that?

Me: Because the people who made it thought it would make the shirt look cool.

Steven: Oh, did you buy that shirt for Dad?

Me: I can't wear cool shirts? If it's cool, it must be Dads?

Me: Steven, put your backpack and folder away, por favor.

Steven: What's por favor?

Me: It's Spanish for Please (Has he learned nothing from years of Handy Manny and his bilingual tools? Because I really have.)

Steven: Is seemo a salamo a word in Spanish? (basically, he started making up sounds and asking what they meant in Spanish)

Me: What did you do at school today that was fun, Steven?

Steven: Learned the letter U.

Me: Cool

Steven: (yelling!) And we have UNDERWEAR in our U-box!! (basically the most excited he's been in a while. Underwear are hilarious!)

Gabby: "Can this be for mine?" (Translation: May I borrow this?)

Today I read most of the first two chapters of Wuthering Heights outloud to Gabby. Not that it's literature that I find appropriate for a 3-year-old, but because she was snuggling with me while I read it and asked me to read to her. She sat quietly through paragraphs and pages about atmospheric tumult, Mr Heathcliff soliloquising an undertone of peevish displeasure and outbursts such as, "you deserve perpetual isolation from your species for your churlish inhospitality." I assumed she was asleep when she suddenly asked, "What does that word mean?" As if she had understood everything perfectly well up until a particular word stumped her.

Jack's current words/phrases: - said while pointing to item he wishes to have.

Daddy! - When Daddy is on Skype.

Daddy, all done? - When we're done talking to Daddy.

Hi! Bye! - to everyone in the grocery store or post office or wherever we happen to be. Usually accompanied by waving.

Ineehop (I need help) - while bringing me the Jack in the box and wanting the clown to go inside, or a container he can't open, or when wanting out of his carseat and pulling on the straps.

Saw-eee (Sorry) - when told to say sorry to Steven, Gabby or myself after we've been hit, pushed, pinched or wounded by close-range projectiles. Many, many times a day.

Yay! - When excited.

Kee-kee!!! (cookie)- this is cried out in desperation while franticly pointing the area of the counter where I keep any cookies we have.

Doggie - when seeing a dog...or any other animal.

ckkkkkkk (like in his throat, like he's trying to clear it) - He watched Steven growl loudly at a black bird once to scare it away from our car in the Walmart parking log. Now this sound is directed at all birds Jack sees. And it's what a lion says if you ask him.

Owwie - Usually said while crying and pointing to a bumped head or pinched finger. It is very sad.

he-go (here you go) - when handing me anything - a slimy piece of banana he's not interested in anymore, or a pair of scissors I didn't know he had.

Mommy - that's me. This is my favorite of Jack's word. I love to hear him talk to me, look for me, pound on the bathroom door screaming for me while I beg for just a minute alone. Okay, maybe I don't always love hearing it. But most of the time.

March 14, 2011

I can’t decide…

I can’t decide which of these videos is cuter. So I’m posting both. I’m sorry that this is probably totally boring to anyone who did does not share DNA with this child. But I think he is precious.

One of Jack’s favorite games : “Where’s your….?”


He knows elbows – really, he does. Just tonight he got hung up on Elmo vs Elbow and I had to get it on camera!

And this is Jack watching the above video on my computer, still playing the game along, saying “hi” and “bye” to himself and then trying to recreate the scene with the pillow that was in the background and of course, Elmo. Oh my gosh. He’s so stinking cute!


March 13, 2011

Soccer Videos


This post is mostly for Steve so he can watch his son play. The rest of you are welcome to enjoy it, though. As I was putting gel in his faux-hawk before the soccer game, we talked about the importance of David Beckham hair. I think it helped. Steven is #8. Please ignore the screaming soccer mom.

Steven scoring a goal:

Steven bowling a kid over with the power of one kick. Not that I’m glad he knocked a kid over or anything. I was just impressed with how hard he kicks. And the kid was fine. Don’t judge me for posting this. Or being strangely proud of it.

Steven shooting (and Gabby seeing a butterfly!):

…and missing.

Steven scoring a goal:

Steven scoring a goal:

Keeping up with the Kopers: Soccer Videos

March 9, 2011

Truly Random

I took the kids on a hike at the State Park this afternoon. I, of course, forgot my camera. I wanted to share our adventures with Steve so I took pictures on my phone which doesn’t take the best pictures, but it works. I am totally behind technology and don’t have a smart phone so moving pictures from my phone to my laptop takes an extra step or two, but I did it today to share the pictures with Steve. Since I uploaded all the pictures from my phone, I looked through them and enjoyed looking at some of the old (and very random!) pictures that I had long forgotten were on my phone. Join in the fun:



Jack before his first haircut

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Gabby playing outside with no pants.



Jack’s weird way of enjoying his new stroller.


Some shoes I thought were cute and thought about buying for Steven and took a picture to think about it some and decided against them.

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Gabby’s bruised up face after falling face-first on the sidewalk



Steven’s random swollen eye



Something I wanted for Christmas…and got thanks to the picture emailed to Steve.


And finally, our hiking trip today:

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March 4, 2011

Jack’s Driving

The kids were playing outback on their own this morning. Gabby was at the door and I heard the Power Wheels going. Which meant only Jack could be behind the wheel since Steven is at school. I grabbed the camera and here it is. He has no fear.

March 1, 2011

I don’t even have female servants…

So, yesterday I was skimming Proverbs 31 for some verses to share at my MOPS group. We were talking about the "Lost Art of Mothering" - things like making our kids' clothes, growing our own vegetables, baking from scratch, making candles, etc. Basically, things I don't do. Things I want to do. Things I make excuses for not doing. "My husband is deployed (my current FAVORITE excuse for getting out of just about anything), I have three kids and I don't have time...I kill plants, I don't know how to garden..." So, as I was already feeling a little convicted about my lack of homemaking lately, I read through Proverbs 31. I didn't really read it, I just skimmed through it quickly looking for a few key words to share with the group before I demonstrated how to make homemade apple sauce.

And there she was. The Proverbs 31 Woman. She was staring me right in the face. She was asking me how my excuses were really working for me. She wanted to know why I wasn't giving my family my best. Why I wasn't giving God my best. And it stung. I sat there as the ladies were starting to file into the room. I knew things had to change. I have to change the way I do things on a daily basis. I have to change my schedule. I have to make time for the things I'm called to do, and stop doing things that I do because I'm too tired, or too sad or too stressed to do the things I'm called to do.

Proverbs 31:10-31 is where you can find the Proverbs woman and all that she is. Here are just a FEW of the verses that I’m focusing on today. My starting blocks.

13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still night;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her female servants.

17 She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.

26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.

30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.


She’s sewing, she’s cooking, she’s working eagerly and vigorously. She does not eat the bread of idleness. She clothes her household, herself and her bed. Almost everything she does is with her hands or with her words. How busy and productive and hard working are my hands? How wise are my words?


Today, I set my alarm back 30 minutes. Up while it is still night. I have homemade chicken noodle soup starting in the Crockpot. I plan to clean my house – make it a peaceful place for my family, today. I plan to get out my dusty sewing machine and mend some thumbnailCAR8TWHLclothes that have needed to be fixed for months. I plan to clean out the closets and make sure everyone’s wardrobe is ready for spring and make lists of what we need to buy to get there. I may not select wool and flax or hold the distaff and grasp the spindle with my fingers, but I can hit up Dittos for Kiddos consignment sale this week, and mend some torn clothes. I may not bring my food from afar – but the chicken was all the way in the freezer in the garage. It’s a start.