The Buckleys: SGOW

Thursday, January 13, 2011

SGOW

Bryan and I both feel very strongly about ensuring that each of children feel like they have an individual relationship with us and that they receive individual attention. I've had many promptings tell me that this is one of the ways that I will be able to help my children avoid the temptations of the adversary. With that in mind we've started a new family tradition: SGOW.

Each week one of the girls with be the Special Girl of the Week (SGOW) and get to go out or do something special with just Mom or Dad. It can be whatever is of interest to the child. So right now, while Ivy and Maya are still so young, it may be as simple as closing ourselves off in a room and playing just one on one or going to the park and swinging (or even running errands and getting to be held the whole time without being juggled with another sister would be fun for them). The point is that they get complete attention for a couple of hours.

Eleanore and Bryan kicked off the tradition last week and had a SPOW night on Friday. First they went to the park and played, then they went to McDonald's and got an ice cream cone and then they went to Target (Eleanore requested that part...lol, what funny girl). She was so excited to go on an "adventure" with Dad and I know Bryan enjoyed himself too.

6 comments:

Melissa said...: What a great tradition. I agree that it will help them against the adversary.; January 13, 2011 at 4:00 PM
Worle said...: I used to do daddy-daughter dates with my dad when I was little. I always requested we stop off at the ice cream store or 7-11 for slurpies. It was great. I still remember it today. One time he took me to a 50s diner and we danced. I still remember it today! I think it will provide memories for a lifetime!; January 13, 2011 at 5:19 PM
* Nancy * said...: Love this idea!
That's funny that El choose Target - that is something that Gabe would have chosen too! He loves going to Target to look at toys. :); January 14, 2011 at 10:54 AM
Kim said...: We do this with our girls too, they get to chose who they go with and usually an activity. they love it; January 14, 2011 at 11:24 AM
Sarah said...: Sounds familiar... DSP anyone? So fun that you are doing this! We should too. Syd gets quite a bit of one-on-one- but Macy not so much since she is younger. We should work on that! You'll have some great memories from this, I'm sure!; January 14, 2011 at 2:43 PM
The Buckley Family said...: I know, Sar...it is a 100% rip off of DSP. :); January 14, 2011 at 9:44 PM

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I want to remember it like this...

October 2010:

Both Ivy and Maya say "Dada." Maya says in her growly voice a very clear, "DAD!" They are growing up too fast.

Eleanore likes to look in the mirror next to our table while we are eating dinner and she'll often talk to her reflection. She'll say things like "Who are you?" Yesterday she said, "Bananas smell good. Dirty socks don't smell good."

Eleanore dressed up like a fairy and announced "I am a Fairy Gospel."

In preperation for Halloween, Eleanore has been talking about all the things she could be and pretending to be many different Halloween-like characters including a nice witch and a mean witch. The nice witch laughs like this "HaHaHa" (high pitched and smiling. The mean witch laughs like this "HeHeHe" (low voice and scowl).

September 2010:

A friend of my mine stopped by to visit and she had her friend's son, Adam, with her. Throughout our hour-long visit Eleanore kept repeating "Adam was a prophet, first one that we know..." over and over. I kind of felt bad for the boy (who incidently is not a member of our church and doesn't know that Primary song), but it was pretty funny.

Eleanore has picked up on a few phrases that I use...that I think I picked up from my pops. "I'm exasperated." and "Oh Fiddlesticks." The latter really makes me think of my Dad.

After Bryan brushed Eleanore's hair she turned and said, "Thanks, Sweetie!"

August 2010:

Out of the blue (during a converstation lull...the girl doesn't like silence) Eleanore will often suggest, "Let's chat!"

Eleanore announces. "I know Portuguese." We ask, "Really, what?" "Portuguese!"

My new name: "Momster." Sometimes, even "Momsterarooski."

Eleanore loves to give giant hugs (just what they sound like), big smackarooskis (big kisses), and little mouse hugs (whe touches my shoulder with both hands and then busts up laughing).

July 2010:

Walking outside, Eleanore began narrating: "It was a beautiful summer day..."

A few months ago a man in our ward fell of the roof. We were talking about it because we were going to bring them dinner, and haven't really talked about it since. Today when El woke up from her nap she whispered, "Mom, someone fell off the roof." I asked who, totally not knowing what she was talking about. "Brother Dumm." She announced. It was actually a man named Brother Barrett, but Brother Dumm was sick at the same time and Bryan went to visit him the same day. What a memory she has.

June 2010:

I often tell Eleanore that if we watch too much TV our brains will get mushy. The other day I told her it was time to turn off the TV and she said, "Yes, my hair is mushy."

I told Eleanore that the babies didn't feel good. She said, "Mom, when I'm a grown up I can be a doctor and take care of them."

Eleanore asked what "No problem" means. I told her it meant you'd be glad to do it. Since then, I asked her if she would like to finger paint, she replied, "I'd be glad to do it." I got the same response when I asked if she wanted a piece of candy.

May 2010:

"[Ivy] is a precious girl. I feel that in my heart," Eleanore after kissing Ivy.

"My hair is not a toy Mom," Eleanore to Mom after sitting through three attempts at French braids.

"It's hard being a big sister," Eleanore.

"I love you, I love you, I really, really love you," Eleanore singing very seriously and loudly.

Eleanore asked to watch a t.v. show called Max and Ruby, I told her, "No, I don't like that show. " She responded, " Then you go away and I'll watch it. I like it."

January 2010:

"Babies poop a lot," Eleanore to Mom as I changed yet another diaper. "Babies cry a lot," Eleanore to Mom about five minutes later.