I am torn between two worlds. It is a paradox of my own making and I take responsibility for it. I am perplexed as to how to live with other people who's ideas of daily life differ greatly from my own and what battles I should choose to fight. What began as a plan to keep the peace has turned into me feeling the need to fight for my normalcy.
One thing I have learned is that I am unprepared to deal with older children. I have to face the fact that what I expected and what is reality are very different. Now I am faced with the daunting task of trying to regain some equilibrium and keep some relationships. There are many changes that will have to take place in the days/weeks to come in order for the remainder of our experience to be successful and I only pray I am up to the task.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
This Moment in Time
Ah, but time flies. It seems like I just cannot pull my life together enough to put it on the blog. I checked my readership today and well, I guess if I don't post, no one will check in.
So for the update, as in years past, I have survived Christmas again. I used the word "survived" simply because that is a bit how it felt this year. With the uncertainty of the economic climate, money is tight and worries high. I guess you could say my life is a Marine's haircut, "high and tight". I sat in my quiet house on Christmas night, after children were settled and in bed and thanked God for the miracle of Christmas. I know that I have always referred to Christmas miracles as a nostalgic, "wonder of the season" kind of thing but the miracle was evident this year in our house as somehow I did Christmas for more people on a smaller budget. All in all it was a nice day of rest, relaxation and family, exactly what it is meant to be.
Of course this time of year always makes me reflect, another purpose of the season, and I have had some very surprising thoughts. Mostly I've been surprised at how I've grown up in 2009. There is a contentment in my heart as I look back on the past and I am grateful for that. It is funny to me to think that while we are at a most uncertain moment in history, I am most certain about my place in the world. Even as I type that sentence, I realize that it is too concise. Many hours of worry, prayer and outright pleading with the Lord have brought me to this moment of placing my life into a "Times New Roman" sentence on your computer screen. Of course I know that there will be days when I question, again, the direction and purpose of my path but for now I am happy in the respite of peace from the endless distractions of my human mind.
I cannot help, as now I stand on the precipice of a new year, but to think about what the future will bring. This year brought with it more troughs and peaks than an amusement park ride and yet the upcoming year looks to be poised for the same adventure. It's a good thing I've grown to enjoy roller coasters.
So here is my goal; (set to coincide with the time of year when all resolutions are made) to find and enjoy the good, learn from and move through the bad and keep a place in my heart for all I learn.
May your New Year be bright!
So for the update, as in years past, I have survived Christmas again. I used the word "survived" simply because that is a bit how it felt this year. With the uncertainty of the economic climate, money is tight and worries high. I guess you could say my life is a Marine's haircut, "high and tight". I sat in my quiet house on Christmas night, after children were settled and in bed and thanked God for the miracle of Christmas. I know that I have always referred to Christmas miracles as a nostalgic, "wonder of the season" kind of thing but the miracle was evident this year in our house as somehow I did Christmas for more people on a smaller budget. All in all it was a nice day of rest, relaxation and family, exactly what it is meant to be.
Of course this time of year always makes me reflect, another purpose of the season, and I have had some very surprising thoughts. Mostly I've been surprised at how I've grown up in 2009. There is a contentment in my heart as I look back on the past and I am grateful for that. It is funny to me to think that while we are at a most uncertain moment in history, I am most certain about my place in the world. Even as I type that sentence, I realize that it is too concise. Many hours of worry, prayer and outright pleading with the Lord have brought me to this moment of placing my life into a "Times New Roman" sentence on your computer screen. Of course I know that there will be days when I question, again, the direction and purpose of my path but for now I am happy in the respite of peace from the endless distractions of my human mind.
I cannot help, as now I stand on the precipice of a new year, but to think about what the future will bring. This year brought with it more troughs and peaks than an amusement park ride and yet the upcoming year looks to be poised for the same adventure. It's a good thing I've grown to enjoy roller coasters.
So here is my goal; (set to coincide with the time of year when all resolutions are made) to find and enjoy the good, learn from and move through the bad and keep a place in my heart for all I learn.
May your New Year be bright!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
My nine year old wrote this today at school, I thought it was pretty good.
This is what I think about Christmas.
I see a dark sky on Christmas Eve. I hear people singing Christmas Carols. I feel cold, icy snow fall on my head. I smell a strong scent of peppermint in the air. I taste sugar in the sugar cookies. I see lights on houses. I smell pine by the Christmas tree. I hear jingling jingle bells. That is what I see, hear, smell, fell and taste on Christmas.
This is what I think about Christmas.
I see a dark sky on Christmas Eve. I hear people singing Christmas Carols. I feel cold, icy snow fall on my head. I smell a strong scent of peppermint in the air. I taste sugar in the sugar cookies. I see lights on houses. I smell pine by the Christmas tree. I hear jingling jingle bells. That is what I see, hear, smell, fell and taste on Christmas.
The Italian
So I'm babysitting a seventeen year old Italian boy today. Okay, so babysitting is probably not the right word but really he's just hanging out at my house while the area rep. is out of town for the day.
It's been very fun but I am now changing my name to United Nations
It's been very fun but I am now changing my name to United Nations
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Thanksgiving
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings each morning, thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you Lord, that I can see. There are many who are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off the effort of rising, thank you, Lord that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, and tempers are short, thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you, Lord for the food we have. There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for the gift of life.
Author Unknown
Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you Lord, that I can see. There are many who are blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off the effort of rising, thank you, Lord that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, and tempers are short, thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you, Lord for the food we have. There are many who have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for the gift of life.
Author Unknown
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The Big Date
So much fun! My boys went to Preference and I had as much fun in the prep as anyone should be allowed. I figure this is great practice for when my own kiddos start this process! I love it.
Here are the pics!
The boys and me.
Her knight in shining armor or maybe just Prince Charming.
The dates
Quentin has a black eye due to a soccer game run amok. We decided to do the cover up thing for the dance. I never thought I'd be putting make-up on my seventeen year old, male exchange student.
Here are the pics!
The boys and me.
Her knight in shining armor or maybe just Prince Charming.
The dates
Quentin has a black eye due to a soccer game run amok. We decided to do the cover up thing for the dance. I never thought I'd be putting make-up on my seventeen year old, male exchange student.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The New Way to Swear
I had an interesting discussion with a friend the other day. Both of us are serving in our church with the young women and have found that many girls use text messages as actual words in English.
I find it interesting when I hear a gal say OMG when I know she would never actually say the individual words that make up that text word. WTF is another one I find interesting. Even when the person puts WT(Freak) in the comments. My question is this, do people really think that by abbreviating the swear word it's not swearing? Even if we're just writing it? Is it less offensive if we allow ourselves to pretend that what we're saying is not what we mean?
I think this is just one more way the general public removes themselves from having to be responsible for what comes out of their mouth. I guess it feels like we're keeping things at arms length or something, plausible deniability?
I find it interesting when I hear a gal say OMG when I know she would never actually say the individual words that make up that text word. WTF is another one I find interesting. Even when the person puts WT(Freak) in the comments. My question is this, do people really think that by abbreviating the swear word it's not swearing? Even if we're just writing it? Is it less offensive if we allow ourselves to pretend that what we're saying is not what we mean?
I think this is just one more way the general public removes themselves from having to be responsible for what comes out of their mouth. I guess it feels like we're keeping things at arms length or something, plausible deniability?
Monday, November 9, 2009
For the first time I have been solicited for baking advice.
Give me a moment....this may never happen again.
Okay, here goes;
Gingerbread houses are not that hard, believe it or not! Really, I promise. They are however very time consuming so here are my tips for creating a gingerbread house.
1) Buy a kit! No really, the first two houses in my previous post are both made from two Costco kits combined together.
2)If you really want to make your own gingerbread, use a basic gingerbread cookie recipe. You can find them all over the Internet but here's the one I used;
1 C butter, margarine or shortening
1 C brown sugar
1 C molasses
5 C flour
1-1/2 t cinnamon
1/2 t cloves
2 t baking soda
1/2 t salt
1/3 to 1/2 c water
"in a large mixing bowl beat butter until softened. Add sugar and beat until fluffy-three minutes. Add molasses and beat well. Combine dry ingredients and add to the batter a little at a time, mixing in each addition. Divide dough in thirds and shape into balls. Cover with plastic and chill for several hours."
bake 10-12 minutes @ 350
3) Find a pattern online
You can create your own but that is a lot of time it's easier to use someone else's work.
4) Work with a friend. Especially a friend who is good at decorating cakes. I work with a dear friend of mine every year. I am the house builder, frosting maker and candy collector, she is the detail icing work/Christmas tree maker and color coordinator. We work well together.
5)Make your royal icing and keep the air from getting to it (we just put a sheet of plastic wrap directly on top of the icing in the bowl. You have to put the wrap on the icing, not the bowl or the air will still get it. This stuff hardens quickly and is like cement once it dries.)
6) Plan on wasting a lot of money on candy.
Seriously, I buy extra candy because our houses evolve as we go. I spent $21 on Necco wafers and we didn't use one, they just didn't look right.
7) Have a vision. Try to have an idea of what type of house you want, otherwise you end up with a house that looks like a kindergartner made it. (That is good when you are actually making it with a kindergartner.)
8) Hot Glue. Seriously, use hot glue to build your house. Royal icing is great but takes even longer than hot glue to dry. Unless you are actually planning on eating the gingerbread, hot glue is fast and very effective and will keep your house standing long after it has been finished.
9) Plan on six hours! If you want a really finished looking house it takes at least this long to put it together and complete the fine details.
10) Don't be surprised if you spent the better part of the six hours following the completion of your house just staring at your creation. Sometimes it's just fun to sit and admire your handy work.
That's it! I hope you enjoyed this little "gingerbread houses" mini class from me because I sure as heck enjoyed spouting the information.
Happy gingerbread making!
Give me a moment....this may never happen again.
Okay, here goes;
Gingerbread houses are not that hard, believe it or not! Really, I promise. They are however very time consuming so here are my tips for creating a gingerbread house.
1) Buy a kit! No really, the first two houses in my previous post are both made from two Costco kits combined together.
2)If you really want to make your own gingerbread, use a basic gingerbread cookie recipe. You can find them all over the Internet but here's the one I used;
1 C butter, margarine or shortening
1 C brown sugar
1 C molasses
5 C flour
1-1/2 t cinnamon
1/2 t cloves
2 t baking soda
1/2 t salt
1/3 to 1/2 c water
"in a large mixing bowl beat butter until softened. Add sugar and beat until fluffy-three minutes. Add molasses and beat well. Combine dry ingredients and add to the batter a little at a time, mixing in each addition. Divide dough in thirds and shape into balls. Cover with plastic and chill for several hours."
bake 10-12 minutes @ 350
3) Find a pattern online
You can create your own but that is a lot of time it's easier to use someone else's work.
4) Work with a friend. Especially a friend who is good at decorating cakes. I work with a dear friend of mine every year. I am the house builder, frosting maker and candy collector, she is the detail icing work/Christmas tree maker and color coordinator. We work well together.
5)Make your royal icing and keep the air from getting to it (we just put a sheet of plastic wrap directly on top of the icing in the bowl. You have to put the wrap on the icing, not the bowl or the air will still get it. This stuff hardens quickly and is like cement once it dries.)
6) Plan on wasting a lot of money on candy.
Seriously, I buy extra candy because our houses evolve as we go. I spent $21 on Necco wafers and we didn't use one, they just didn't look right.
7) Have a vision. Try to have an idea of what type of house you want, otherwise you end up with a house that looks like a kindergartner made it. (That is good when you are actually making it with a kindergartner.)
8) Hot Glue. Seriously, use hot glue to build your house. Royal icing is great but takes even longer than hot glue to dry. Unless you are actually planning on eating the gingerbread, hot glue is fast and very effective and will keep your house standing long after it has been finished.
9) Plan on six hours! If you want a really finished looking house it takes at least this long to put it together and complete the fine details.
10) Don't be surprised if you spent the better part of the six hours following the completion of your house just staring at your creation. Sometimes it's just fun to sit and admire your handy work.
That's it! I hope you enjoyed this little "gingerbread houses" mini class from me because I sure as heck enjoyed spouting the information.
Happy gingerbread making!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Project '09
Here is our first, two years ago:
Here is '08:
And here is this year's gingerbread house. I think it's one of our best, you be the judge.
Here is '08:
And here is this year's gingerbread house. I think it's one of our best, you be the judge.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
streamofconsciousness
Mysonhasdecidedthathemustspeakinstreamofconsciousnesstypeofspeechit'sjustasmuchfuntolistentoasitistoread.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Ode To Cheetos
I am in a funk
I need a little chunk
Of cheesey goodness, crunchy and orange
To keep me from being a grump
I need a little chunk
Of cheesey goodness, crunchy and orange
To keep me from being a grump
I'm housebound, that is to say, I am bound to the house. I am stuck here like the two kids in the Cat in The Hat Story, staring out my window but in my case I am wishing children were healthy. UGH, I hate sick days, let alone 10 in a row.
I guess I will clean my house (again) because it's either sit here and wish it was clean or get up and get it done.
I guess I will clean my house (again) because it's either sit here and wish it was clean or get up and get it done.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
The derby was last night, the event itself was unremarkable which is always remarkable to me. There were 4 heats, he took 3rd twice, 4th once and 1st once. He was okay with the outcome as were we. Both of us stood looking on at the first race with our hearts in our noses hoping that no wheels fell off, no decals came undone or any meteorites from space landed on the track (hey, I have bad experiences with derbys, you can understand my logic here)
We were not the only purchased car at the derby and we all had a good laugh sharing derby horror stories. I'm pretty much convinced that the Pinewood derby exists to strike fear into the hearts of all parents.
We were not the only purchased car at the derby and we all had a good laugh sharing derby horror stories. I'm pretty much convinced that the Pinewood derby exists to strike fear into the hearts of all parents.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Update
Here's a little update on our week, Gavin had a program at school (last Friday) and it was fun. This photo is a long way away but he's the snake on the left!
This was yesterday, snowy and cold. The first winter storm of the season of which I have mixed feelings.
And here's the preview of the costumes. I know, it's sort of cheating to post these before Halloween but it may be the only time they are all dressed up together. My costume shall be shown at a later date! (Gavin: Skeleton guy, Quentin: Julius Ceasar, Lucy: Strawberry Shortcake, Won: Mario, Carston: Storm Shadow)
This was yesterday, snowy and cold. The first winter storm of the season of which I have mixed feelings.
And here's the preview of the costumes. I know, it's sort of cheating to post these before Halloween but it may be the only time they are all dressed up together. My costume shall be shown at a later date! (Gavin: Skeleton guy, Quentin: Julius Ceasar, Lucy: Strawberry Shortcake, Won: Mario, Carston: Storm Shadow)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I'm One of THOSE Parents
Now I've gone and done it...
And before I say this out loud, I must tell the story behind this decision.
In three days time we will attend our FOURTH Pinewood Derby. I HATE the pinewood derby. I hate it because my first two experiences were the worst parenting moments of my life.
My oldest son was excited for his first derby, he and I did our best to put a car together according to the rules on the package of the kit. When we showed up to the derby, we found out there were no rules when it came to car design or weight. (There were cars there that had bricks on them.) My son lost (it) on the first race. I don't know what snapped in that little brain of his but he threw the biggest tantrum of his young life. We spent most of the night in the hall lecturing about how a scout behaved.
Year two: We had long discussions about appropriate behavior and sportsmanship and we felt confident this would be better. No, it was not. We left after the first race (he spiked the front wheel of his car which proceeded to actually hit the ceiling of the gym and crack.) and didn't look back.
Year Three: We didn't go.
Last year, we had just moved into our new home when we were informed that the pinewood derby was in two days. Thanks to my mother in laws saving of all things sentimental, we were able to use one of my husbands cars from his pinewood derby days. Since this was my second son, and we didn't have to make a new car, we felt like we would give it another shot. He was a good sport and the car did okay so all in all, we considered it a good experience.
Flash forward to present day- the pinewood derby is on Wednesday and I've had the car kit for two weeks. I have not been able to make myself even attempt to create a car, (too many bad memories) and so I have done what I have ridiculed so many others for doing- I have purchased a car off EBay.
Here it is, the ULTRA FAST PINEWOOD DERBY CAR BSA WINNER
Yep, I did it, I bought a car for $61.00 and had it shipped overnight to make it for weigh in. I am a schmuck (yes, I know what that word means). I am mortified and yet so relieved. I'll let you know how we do and now that I've confessed my sins I will begin planning on what I am going to say if he actually wins.
And before I say this out loud, I must tell the story behind this decision.
In three days time we will attend our FOURTH Pinewood Derby. I HATE the pinewood derby. I hate it because my first two experiences were the worst parenting moments of my life.
My oldest son was excited for his first derby, he and I did our best to put a car together according to the rules on the package of the kit. When we showed up to the derby, we found out there were no rules when it came to car design or weight. (There were cars there that had bricks on them.) My son lost (it) on the first race. I don't know what snapped in that little brain of his but he threw the biggest tantrum of his young life. We spent most of the night in the hall lecturing about how a scout behaved.
Year two: We had long discussions about appropriate behavior and sportsmanship and we felt confident this would be better. No, it was not. We left after the first race (he spiked the front wheel of his car which proceeded to actually hit the ceiling of the gym and crack.) and didn't look back.
Year Three: We didn't go.
Last year, we had just moved into our new home when we were informed that the pinewood derby was in two days. Thanks to my mother in laws saving of all things sentimental, we were able to use one of my husbands cars from his pinewood derby days. Since this was my second son, and we didn't have to make a new car, we felt like we would give it another shot. He was a good sport and the car did okay so all in all, we considered it a good experience.
Flash forward to present day- the pinewood derby is on Wednesday and I've had the car kit for two weeks. I have not been able to make myself even attempt to create a car, (too many bad memories) and so I have done what I have ridiculed so many others for doing- I have purchased a car off EBay.
Here it is, the ULTRA FAST PINEWOOD DERBY CAR BSA WINNER
Yep, I did it, I bought a car for $61.00 and had it shipped overnight to make it for weigh in. I am a schmuck (yes, I know what that word means). I am mortified and yet so relieved. I'll let you know how we do and now that I've confessed my sins I will begin planning on what I am going to say if he actually wins.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
This is an actual conversation between myself and my six year old
"Mom, I love red ribbon week. We learn about drugs."
"Really? what do you learn about the drugs?"
"Drugs are bad, if you take them you will become allergic."
"You mean addicted?"
"yep"
"That's true. Do you know what drugs do to your body?"
"They kill your brain cells."
"Right, smart people don't do drugs."
"I know. I guess Elvis wasn't that smart."
"Really? what do you learn about the drugs?"
"Drugs are bad, if you take them you will become allergic."
"You mean addicted?"
"yep"
"That's true. Do you know what drugs do to your body?"
"They kill your brain cells."
"Right, smart people don't do drugs."
"I know. I guess Elvis wasn't that smart."
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Oh, For the Love...
I am the meanest host mother EVER!!!
This morning, as I awoke BEFORE the butt-crack of dawn I was made aware of the fact that my 17 year old was STILL ASLEEP! After clapping hands in the air above his sleepy little head and loudly speaking his name, he rose from his blissful slumber with TEN minutes until we had to leave.
Now, most people would think "Oh, I'm late, I need to hurry" but no, not my little pumpkin. Ten minutes is apparently plenty of time to take a ten minute shower, dress, untangle your Ipod ear buds and walk at a regular pace.
If this was the end of my story well, that would be good but I feel like complaining so just let me get it out. I ventured downstairs to see that the Korean was ready when, as I passed the stairwell leading into the basement, I meet said Korean in his pajamas. Pointing to his neck he says "my neck hurts". Seeking clarification and understanding so I ask "your neck or your throat?".
"throat"
"Are you running a fever?"
"no"
"Do you have a runny nose?"
"no"
"have you had anything to drink?"
"yes"
"do you have white spots on your throat?"
looking puzzled- "no?"
"Inside your throat, are there white spots?"
"no"
he asks-"can I go to the last two periods of the day?"
I say "will you feel better then?"
"no"
"Then why don't you go to the first two periods of the day and see if you feel better. If not, you can call me."
"I am tardy"
"not if you hurry"
Do not fear dear reader- all children were deposited at their respective schools and no one has requested to leave early...yet.
(side note: I will feel guilty if he turns out to have strep)
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE! My children rock!
my TWELVE YEAR OLD gets up to his own alarm, showers, eats and gets to school on his own, on time!
My NINE YEAR OLD gets up to his own alarm, showers, eats and does his homework. Then I get him to school on time.
It is my goal in these next 8 months to have fully self sufficient children OF ALL AGES!!
Wish me luck.
This morning, as I awoke BEFORE the butt-crack of dawn I was made aware of the fact that my 17 year old was STILL ASLEEP! After clapping hands in the air above his sleepy little head and loudly speaking his name, he rose from his blissful slumber with TEN minutes until we had to leave.
Now, most people would think "Oh, I'm late, I need to hurry" but no, not my little pumpkin. Ten minutes is apparently plenty of time to take a ten minute shower, dress, untangle your Ipod ear buds and walk at a regular pace.
If this was the end of my story well, that would be good but I feel like complaining so just let me get it out. I ventured downstairs to see that the Korean was ready when, as I passed the stairwell leading into the basement, I meet said Korean in his pajamas. Pointing to his neck he says "my neck hurts". Seeking clarification and understanding so I ask "your neck or your throat?".
"throat"
"Are you running a fever?"
"no"
"Do you have a runny nose?"
"no"
"have you had anything to drink?"
"yes"
"do you have white spots on your throat?"
looking puzzled- "no?"
"Inside your throat, are there white spots?"
"no"
he asks-"can I go to the last two periods of the day?"
I say "will you feel better then?"
"no"
"Then why don't you go to the first two periods of the day and see if you feel better. If not, you can call me."
"I am tardy"
"not if you hurry"
Do not fear dear reader- all children were deposited at their respective schools and no one has requested to leave early...yet.
(side note: I will feel guilty if he turns out to have strep)
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE! My children rock!
my TWELVE YEAR OLD gets up to his own alarm, showers, eats and gets to school on his own, on time!
My NINE YEAR OLD gets up to his own alarm, showers, eats and does his homework. Then I get him to school on time.
It is my goal in these next 8 months to have fully self sufficient children OF ALL AGES!!
Wish me luck.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Oh I've been a busy girl and to prove it, I have photos!
Here are some of the things we've been up to this past week;
We picked apples from a local tree for FHE,we came away with four-ten gallon buckets and a medium size box. Lots of fun. It's great to have two extra helpers.
That night the boys got asked to Preference, a formal- girls choice dance. They were excited and it took three days for the girls to reveal who they were.
Of course, we had to answer so I rented a helium tank and bought 100 balloons which be blew up and attached to a pumpkin.
Each balloon was filled with a strip of paper that had a smiley face on it. After popping all 50 balloons (two girls, 50 balloons each) they realized the real message was buried in the pumpkin. (I drilled hole in the bottom and shoved the small, saran wrapped note through.)
Great week but I had to take a nap on Saturday! So much fun!
Here are some of the things we've been up to this past week;
We picked apples from a local tree for FHE,we came away with four-ten gallon buckets and a medium size box. Lots of fun. It's great to have two extra helpers.
That night the boys got asked to Preference, a formal- girls choice dance. They were excited and it took three days for the girls to reveal who they were.
Of course, we had to answer so I rented a helium tank and bought 100 balloons which be blew up and attached to a pumpkin.
Each balloon was filled with a strip of paper that had a smiley face on it. After popping all 50 balloons (two girls, 50 balloons each) they realized the real message was buried in the pumpkin. (I drilled hole in the bottom and shoved the small, saran wrapped note through.)
Great week but I had to take a nap on Saturday! So much fun!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Marathon Prep
These are the things one must do to prepare for full Marathon Cheering!
Encouraging signage:
The inspirational music:
A full route map complete with parking instructions and alternate routes:
We are the BEST MARATHON SUPPORT TEAM EVER!!!
Encouraging signage:
The inspirational music:
A full route map complete with parking instructions and alternate routes:
We are the BEST MARATHON SUPPORT TEAM EVER!!!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Going, Going, Gone
I'm on my way to Washington for the weekend. My sister is walking the Portland marathon for the THIRD time! We are her official cheering section complete with T-shirts and bull horn. I'm super excited!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Boo
Our fifteen year old exchange student is afraid of ghosts. I mean really afraid of ghosts! It's not the Halloween kind or the Casper kind, I mean the evil spirit kind. I happen to believe in those too but not to the level of sleeping with the night light and talking the other exchange student to sleep in my room.
I'm not sure how to help our fifteen year old. He has had an experience in the past he says, one on which he has not elaborated and I haven't pushed. My plan is this; to explain that yes, I believe in evil spirits also but that we don't invite them into our home. In fact, not only do we not invite bad spirits but we do try invite the Holy Spirit to comfort and guide us.
What saddens me is that he does not feel safe and ultimately, I can't change that. I hope that in the next few days, through prayer we can help him to feel comfortable again.
I'm not sure how to help our fifteen year old. He has had an experience in the past he says, one on which he has not elaborated and I haven't pushed. My plan is this; to explain that yes, I believe in evil spirits also but that we don't invite them into our home. In fact, not only do we not invite bad spirits but we do try invite the Holy Spirit to comfort and guide us.
What saddens me is that he does not feel safe and ultimately, I can't change that. I hope that in the next few days, through prayer we can help him to feel comfortable again.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
ksl.com - Experts hope more kids learn how to argue
ksl.com - Experts hope more kids learn how to argue
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Friday, September 25, 2009
What I've Learned From the Belgian
Life is pretty fun with a 17 year old in the house. Things I've learned since I added an exchange student:
*I have good taste in music
*Rules are important to lay down from the get go
*By the age of 17, they seem to outgrow the need for constant food
*You can say anything when you say it with humor
*High school girls are still the same (even after 20 years)
*High school boys are the same (even after 20 years and even if they are from another country)
*One person can make/break a household
*My oldest likes having an older "brother" to look up to
*Facebook is a secret organization that is quietly taking over the world
*Apparently no one makes their bed until they graduate from college
*It's nice to have a big family where all the chairs are filled at the table
*I have good taste in music
*Rules are important to lay down from the get go
*By the age of 17, they seem to outgrow the need for constant food
*You can say anything when you say it with humor
*High school girls are still the same (even after 20 years)
*High school boys are the same (even after 20 years and even if they are from another country)
*One person can make/break a household
*My oldest likes having an older "brother" to look up to
*Facebook is a secret organization that is quietly taking over the world
*Apparently no one makes their bed until they graduate from college
*It's nice to have a big family where all the chairs are filled at the table
Monday, September 21, 2009
International House Of.....
Exchange students! Last night we welcomed exchange student number two, Quentin Vander Eede (17) from Belgium. We are super excited to have Quentin here, he speaks excellent English and is super outgoing and kind. He and WonSeok met a few weeks ago at a get together and hit it off so it was a pretty easy choice to host Quentin when we heard they were having trouble finding a host family.
As we were trying to decide, we couldn't help but think of my Grandparents and all their efforts to offer their home to many and we felt so impressed to follow in their footsteps that we said yes. I will admit though that I am secretly hoping for Belgian chocolate someday in the future! We'll see.
I'll post some pics of our Benetton ad family soon!
As we were trying to decide, we couldn't help but think of my Grandparents and all their efforts to offer their home to many and we felt so impressed to follow in their footsteps that we said yes. I will admit though that I am secretly hoping for Belgian chocolate someday in the future! We'll see.
I'll post some pics of our Benetton ad family soon!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I Will Survive
So I've survived my first Joy School teaching experience. Survived is about the right word for it too.
Things I learned at Joy School yesterday?
*Send the older sibling to a friends house.
*Children are possessive of their OWN toys.
*Doing the actions to the "Circle Song" makes you break a sweat
(totally counted as exercise yesterday!)
*Chocolate covered raisins are like gold.
*If you have a hamster, hide it.
*Two and half hours of teaching preschool is like five hours in mom time.
Things I learned at Joy School yesterday?
*Send the older sibling to a friends house.
*Children are possessive of their OWN toys.
*Doing the actions to the "Circle Song" makes you break a sweat
(totally counted as exercise yesterday!)
*Chocolate covered raisins are like gold.
*If you have a hamster, hide it.
*Two and half hours of teaching preschool is like five hours in mom time.
Monday, September 14, 2009
You Really Don't Know What You're Saying
Here are some words of wisdom/ideas I have discussed with our exchange student!
1) The Internet is inaccessible in winter due to the snow.
2) Basketball makes you taller.
3) It's okay to use metal silverware on cooking pots.
3) Ketchup is good on EVERYTHING.
4) You CAN sleep under the top sheet.
5) TV is inaccessible during the winter due to the snow.
6) Bacon is it's own food group
7) It's difficult to raise children in the US because you can't hit them.
8) Fluency of any language is considered met if you know more than 10 phrases.
9) EVERYONE loves a midnight snack.
10) There is NO SUCH THING as an inappropriate time to laugh.
1) The Internet is inaccessible in winter due to the snow.
2) Basketball makes you taller.
3) It's okay to use metal silverware on cooking pots.
3) Ketchup is good on EVERYTHING.
4) You CAN sleep under the top sheet.
5) TV is inaccessible during the winter due to the snow.
6) Bacon is it's own food group
7) It's difficult to raise children in the US because you can't hit them.
8) Fluency of any language is considered met if you know more than 10 phrases.
9) EVERYONE loves a midnight snack.
10) There is NO SUCH THING as an inappropriate time to laugh.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Ah, schucks!
Here's the first day of school for our little pre-schooler!
Don't you LOVE the back pack!
Don't you LOVE the back pack!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
GRRR
Do ya ever just have days where you're in a crabby mood? Today was that day for me. I just couldn't shake it.
Just wondering, what do you all do to get rid of crabbiness?
Just wondering, what do you all do to get rid of crabbiness?
Friday, September 4, 2009
Bang, Bang, Bang
I recently had the thought that adversity is the tool that God uses to chip away at the natural man so that our souls can break free. I have to remind myself that even though the dark enclosure of my natural self feels better at times, I know ultimately I want freedom for my soul.
It's hard to trust that the constant banging of the "adversity hammer" is doing any good but I guess that would be the practice of faith.
It's hard to trust that the constant banging of the "adversity hammer" is doing any good but I guess that would be the practice of faith.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The Man On The Floor
I went to WalMart yesterday,(please don't hold it against me.) because I had to pick up some cheap organizational containers. Coming through the front doors I noticed a man on his hands and knees on the floor. As I approached him, I wondered what on earth he could possibly be doing on the floor of WalMart, ick. Coming closer I realized that he was a janitor, complete with cart and all, and he was cleaning. It was then I realized that he was removing scuff marks from shoes with his bare hands.
I was impressed.
As I walked past him, I realized I was witnessing a great example of excellence.
Anyone can sweep/mop a floor, but this man was committed to getting the job done well!
It's rare that I find inspiration at WalMart, but yesterday I was grateful for the janitor.
I was impressed.
As I walked past him, I realized I was witnessing a great example of excellence.
Anyone can sweep/mop a floor, but this man was committed to getting the job done well!
It's rare that I find inspiration at WalMart, but yesterday I was grateful for the janitor.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Don't Worry, They're Washable!
For some reason today was the day we decided to clean out the toaster. I don't love doing this but as far as household chores go, this one is pretty simple. My six year old was very excited to help and as I was dumping the crumb collection out of the upside down toaster, the task of cleaning the crumb trays fell to him. It took me a minute to realize that he was simply holding the trays under running water without touching the crumbs, (It takes some elbow grease to clean my crumb trays. That should tell you how often I clean it.) I could see he was avoiding any sort of skin contact with said crumbs.
I told him that he would have to use his hands to get the crumbs off the tray and that it was okay to get his hands dirty, they were washable.
Isn't that the point of life really, that we're here to get our hands dirty in the service of others and our savior? I guess we shouldn't be so concerned with how big the mess is or how dirty we'll get but always remember that through faith everything is washable.
It's especially comforting to think that even the bad things we do, intentionally or not, can be removed. And while it's never okay to make bad choices just because we can fix it later, I am thankful that whether we soil our hands with service or sin, Christ will always help us wash away the dirt.
I am grateful for washable hands and a washable soul.
I told him that he would have to use his hands to get the crumbs off the tray and that it was okay to get his hands dirty, they were washable.
Isn't that the point of life really, that we're here to get our hands dirty in the service of others and our savior? I guess we shouldn't be so concerned with how big the mess is or how dirty we'll get but always remember that through faith everything is washable.
It's especially comforting to think that even the bad things we do, intentionally or not, can be removed. And while it's never okay to make bad choices just because we can fix it later, I am thankful that whether we soil our hands with service or sin, Christ will always help us wash away the dirt.
I am grateful for washable hands and a washable soul.
Friday, August 28, 2009
The Joy of School
I'm embarking on a new endeavor this year, I've decided to help teach Joy School for my daughter. At first I was so nervous about how much work it would be but now that I've read the manual and begun work on my lesson plans, I'm pretty excited.
Here's how it works; We have 6 students and 6 mothers. Our classes are two days a week which comes out to basically teaching two days a month. My classes in September will be on the body and all the lesson plans (scheduled to in 5-25 minute increments) are included for me. They have a list of reading supplements which can be used for each lesson or you can use your own books. There is a song CD and written lyrics provided.
This first month, each mom is responsible to help prepare some of the standard charts/supplies. For example, hand puppets/ weather charts and birthday hats. (I've got the weather chart) then all the supplies, including a box for each child with his/her own school supplies (provided by parents) are placed in a large Rubbermaid container so that all supplies can travel from house to house each week.
My first lesson is Sept. 15, I'll let you know how it goes.
Here's how it works; We have 6 students and 6 mothers. Our classes are two days a week which comes out to basically teaching two days a month. My classes in September will be on the body and all the lesson plans (scheduled to in 5-25 minute increments) are included for me. They have a list of reading supplements which can be used for each lesson or you can use your own books. There is a song CD and written lyrics provided.
This first month, each mom is responsible to help prepare some of the standard charts/supplies. For example, hand puppets/ weather charts and birthday hats. (I've got the weather chart) then all the supplies, including a box for each child with his/her own school supplies (provided by parents) are placed in a large Rubbermaid container so that all supplies can travel from house to house each week.
My first lesson is Sept. 15, I'll let you know how it goes.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Download Complete, One Item Remaining
I've often accessed websites and found the above message on my browser while waiting. It always makes me laugh when the "one item remaining" is the major part of the page, i.e. the check copy that I'm trying to see on my bank site or the photo of the car accident about which the article is written or the log in and password boxes of a commerce site. It makes me wonder, how could I hold my children off when they're driving me crazy about snacks? I could get the napkins, the cups and plates and then simply say don't worry, just "one item remaining", your snack. Or I could simply wash all the clothes but not the underwear. "Just one item remaining". Or maybe, when I'm really groggy in the morning and I'm up and functioning but I can't seem to get a full sentence out..."I'm sorry kids, mommy's brain is the one item remaining asleep."
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I was browsing through a Halloween costume catalog that came yesterday. I think the company that makes this catalog is confused with what holiday they are promoting. Here are some of their costume titles:
Anita Valium (straight jacket)
Pocahottie (Indian Princess)
Mrs. Freddy Kruger's Naughty Nightmare (A female Freddy Kruger)
I think someone should tell then that Halloween is not porn night.
Anita Valium (straight jacket)
Pocahottie (Indian Princess)
Mrs. Freddy Kruger's Naughty Nightmare (A female Freddy Kruger)
I think someone should tell then that Halloween is not porn night.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Who'd a thunk?
My Kindergartner met with his teacher for the first time today. It was his evaluation before actually starting school. She ran him through a series of basic questions about the alphabet, numbers and basic math. He did pretty well in my opinion and as we left the school with his older brother I said "You are pretty smart mister." To which my older son said "oh yeah, why is he so smart?" My brilliant Kindergartner responded with "Because I thunk everything I know."
Now wouldn't we all like to be so happy with ourselves each day? I'd love to go to bed each night happy in the knowledge that I "thunk everything I know".
Now wouldn't we all like to be so happy with ourselves each day? I'd love to go to bed each night happy in the knowledge that I "thunk everything I know".
So many times I have great thoughts for blog posts. No, really- "I have thoughts". I'll find myself in front of the computer thinking I'm going to write about something that has inspired/enraged me lately and all of a sudden, I have no more thoughts. What a bummer. It's funny how this electronic, income non-producer places so much pressure on my psyche. I blame this in part, on my stupid all-or-nothing personality. The need to either be perfectly well written or just no writing at all. I admire so many of my friends blogs that are always updated with the cutest pics of kiddos and friends doing super creative, fun things.
I take no pictures.
I have no friends. (I've asked all of them to do too many volunteer projects.)
My children watch a lot of TV.
Well, things are a changin' lassies! I'm going to extend myself an original Good Force Challenge- be more aware of others and the world around me.
Because I am of the species that requires challenges or format in order to get anything done, I must approach it from this angle. I am nothing, if not a great format follower! From now on let there be pictures, let there be mindless postulating on issues and events far beyond my control, let there be inspiration and let there be a new ability to actually place those mindless postulations and brilliant inspirations onto the screen before you!
I take no pictures.
I have no friends. (I've asked all of them to do too many volunteer projects.)
My children watch a lot of TV.
Well, things are a changin' lassies! I'm going to extend myself an original Good Force Challenge- be more aware of others and the world around me.
Because I am of the species that requires challenges or format in order to get anything done, I must approach it from this angle. I am nothing, if not a great format follower! From now on let there be pictures, let there be mindless postulating on issues and events far beyond my control, let there be inspiration and let there be a new ability to actually place those mindless postulations and brilliant inspirations onto the screen before you!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
It's official, school has started! I have gone to 3 orientations, found eighteen classrooms, opened two lockers, found one bus stop, met 12 teachers and purchased 10 binders. I'm so glad it's finally here.
Camo's orientation went well although we both came home and felt overwhelmed. I whispered many prayers as he went to school the next day that everything would go well,his locker would open and he would find his classrooms without trouble. I sat in the car preparing myself for whatever his reaction would be and was relieved to find that he had a great first day. Phew!
Won's first day is today and I am praying his goes well also. I did a really great job of getting him registered, finding his locker and classrooms and showing him the bus stop. I introduced him to some kids in the neighborhood so I'm hoping he'll start to feel included soon. I did realize later this morning that I forgot to tell him to pay attention to what bus number he was on so he could get back home. And I forgot to give him the card with my phone number on it. After a few phone calls I got the message to him and I think he should be fine. Here's hoping that my little fifteen year old from South Korea isn't feeling too small all alone at a big high school in America.
Camo's orientation went well although we both came home and felt overwhelmed. I whispered many prayers as he went to school the next day that everything would go well,his locker would open and he would find his classrooms without trouble. I sat in the car preparing myself for whatever his reaction would be and was relieved to find that he had a great first day. Phew!
Won's first day is today and I am praying his goes well also. I did a really great job of getting him registered, finding his locker and classrooms and showing him the bus stop. I introduced him to some kids in the neighborhood so I'm hoping he'll start to feel included soon. I did realize later this morning that I forgot to tell him to pay attention to what bus number he was on so he could get back home. And I forgot to give him the card with my phone number on it. After a few phone calls I got the message to him and I think he should be fine. Here's hoping that my little fifteen year old from South Korea isn't feeling too small all alone at a big high school in America.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Oh No He Didn't
My twelve year old just asked; "what do you do all day" (in THAT tone) and then followed up with "all you do is sit around". Oh yeah, he did. So guess who got all the mom jobs today! We'll see how snotty he is when he's had a day of dishes/laundry and food fixin'. Twirp.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
A Whole New World
I was sitting with my daughter on the park bench last night, waiting for soccer practice to be completed. We were playing a silly game and at the end, I reached and cupped her face in my hands and looked into her green eyes. The sun rested on her face and she was smiling in the most beautiful way and I couldn't help but wonder, will I remember this little face when she is grown? Will I recall this moment when I looked at her, with full attention, and saw what a sweet happy child she is? In that moment I wanted nothing but her happiness all her life. The best of every experience in her growing up years to help her be the most wonderful woman in her future. A whole universe of potential was reflected in those little eyes and I couldn't help but be grateful she was smiling.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
He Speaks Harry Potter
There may not be much we can talk about but I have managed to strike up a conversation about HP! Seems it is the new universal language!
Friday, August 7, 2009
And So It Begins
We have successfully acquired our foreign exchange student. Our first day has been quite fun and he seems like a really great kid. On an scale from one to ten, his English is about a five/six so there have been some silent moments after questions have been asked but all in all we seem to understand each other.
It was an interesting experience coming home from the airport. It felt not too unlike coming home from the hospital. For those of you who have had this experience, doesn't it seem like the world looks different? I noticed so many things from the freeway that I usually don't. I hope that our student's presence here continues to bring me the opportunity for greater awareness of the world around me.
Now, I need to go communicate to him our plans for the day. Wish me luck!
It was an interesting experience coming home from the airport. It felt not too unlike coming home from the hospital. For those of you who have had this experience, doesn't it seem like the world looks different? I noticed so many things from the freeway that I usually don't. I hope that our student's presence here continues to bring me the opportunity for greater awareness of the world around me.
Now, I need to go communicate to him our plans for the day. Wish me luck!
Monday, August 3, 2009
The Pledge
So my blogging the last year can best be described as sporadic. Now that my year from hell is officially over, I am most interested in resurrecting my blog to it's former glory (or lack thereof). I am most excited to write about the many thoughts (rational or otherwise) I have all the time but simply don't take the time to express.
Since I am preparing for our exchange student in four days, I thought I'd start there. It's been quite the process getting ready for this young man. I have been corresponding with him and his family via email for several months. It's been somewhat entertaining to read his thoughts because his writing level is about that of an eight year old sometimes. I have found myself mentally preparing for a young child. It wasn't until I saw his latest pictures that I realized he is in fact a young man. It's changed my perspective on how I will interact with him and what level of communication we will have. I am looking forward to learning more about young adults and understanding the process he will go through, not only as a teen but as a young man in a foreign country.
Although I do not know him, I know that God knows him and I pray every night that he will help us bridge the language/cultural barriers of our respective countries and remind us that we are in fact brother and sister.
Since I am preparing for our exchange student in four days, I thought I'd start there. It's been quite the process getting ready for this young man. I have been corresponding with him and his family via email for several months. It's been somewhat entertaining to read his thoughts because his writing level is about that of an eight year old sometimes. I have found myself mentally preparing for a young child. It wasn't until I saw his latest pictures that I realized he is in fact a young man. It's changed my perspective on how I will interact with him and what level of communication we will have. I am looking forward to learning more about young adults and understanding the process he will go through, not only as a teen but as a young man in a foreign country.
Although I do not know him, I know that God knows him and I pray every night that he will help us bridge the language/cultural barriers of our respective countries and remind us that we are in fact brother and sister.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Thank you!
To everyone who helped out, offered help and said kind words....THANK YOU! I'm so grateful for good friends! Have a great week!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Can you hear me breathing into the paper bag? It's soooo close, holy cow. I'm super excited but super tired. Only a few days left! And when I was saying that I'd be happy if we hit eighty entries, I really meant I'd be ecstatic when I hit ninety four!
Thanks to everyone of you who have graciously allowed yourselves to be roped into my insanity for a day or two. I couldn't do this without so many helping hands! And thanks for still talking to me when then events are over, you are true friends!
Thanks to everyone of you who have graciously allowed yourselves to be roped into my insanity for a day or two. I couldn't do this without so many helping hands! And thanks for still talking to me when then events are over, you are true friends!
Monday, July 6, 2009
Someone Said Thank You
This is a first for me. After three years of parade organizing, this is the first entry that has said kind things to me. It made me cry.
"Tiffany: [Our organization] does 8-10 parades in Utah County every year (for many years). You are the most organized and easy to work with parade Chairman yet AND American Fork's parade is one of the best and largest. American ForkCity is lucky to have you. We will read through your information andfollow the instructions exactly. We look forward to another greatAmerican Fork parade! Thanks for all your help, Beckie"
Never underestimate the power of a Thank You!
"Tiffany: [Our organization] does 8-10 parades in Utah County every year (for many years). You are the most organized and easy to work with parade Chairman yet AND American Fork's parade is one of the best and largest. American ForkCity is lucky to have you. We will read through your information andfollow the instructions exactly. We look forward to another greatAmerican Fork parade! Thanks for all your help, Beckie"
Never underestimate the power of a Thank You!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
I Love a Parade '09!
If you scroll down this page you'll see the countdown calendar I've had going for almost a year. It's down to almost two weeks and for those of you who want to know- we're up to 83 entries (despite my great efforts to keep it below 80). I actually had a woman call the Mayor's office to go around me and get in. (She's 2nd to last in the line-up. And yes, I'm smiling about that.)
I've got:
3 marching bands,
one horse-drawn band on a wagon,
4 stilt walkers,
5 clowns,
4 balloon artists,
one Cinderella (in a full-on glass pumpkin coach),
4 fire trucks,
2 ambulances,
35 motorcycles,
1 full size airplane (on a flat bed trailer)
Of course there's more but the rest are dance/cheer clubs and some performing groups and then the boring small business entries (gotta have 'em)
Oh-almost forgot I have a wild-west shoot out show and an extreme martial arts group for pre-parade.
So everyone keep me in your prayers that things go smoothly. It's gonna be another great parade!
I've got:
3 marching bands,
one horse-drawn band on a wagon,
4 stilt walkers,
5 clowns,
4 balloon artists,
one Cinderella (in a full-on glass pumpkin coach),
4 fire trucks,
2 ambulances,
35 motorcycles,
1 full size airplane (on a flat bed trailer)
Of course there's more but the rest are dance/cheer clubs and some performing groups and then the boring small business entries (gotta have 'em)
Oh-almost forgot I have a wild-west shoot out show and an extreme martial arts group for pre-parade.
So everyone keep me in your prayers that things go smoothly. It's gonna be another great parade!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Introducing....
Our latest addition: SALLY GEORGIA!
Sally Georgia (yes, that's her name) is a female Chinese dwarf hamster. She's only a little bug right now but will grow only a couple more inches by the time she reaches maturity. She's pretty cute.
Sally Georgia (yes, that's her name) is a female Chinese dwarf hamster. She's only a little bug right now but will grow only a couple more inches by the time she reaches maturity. She's pretty cute.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The Best Saturday EVER!
Woke up to this being walked through my bedroom door at 8:30 Sat. morning by Ctuck;
After I blinked a couple of times to really check if my eyes were working, I asked him where he got it. Apparently the next door neighbors were having a garage sale and he bought it, by himself, for five dollars.
I decided I'd go over and take a gander myself and ended up buying a huge refrigerator for $150! Yay! Now I finally have one for the garage.
The kids completed their Saturday chores so the house was clean
We decided to go fishing as a family after dinner. Here are the pics;
After I blinked a couple of times to really check if my eyes were working, I asked him where he got it. Apparently the next door neighbors were having a garage sale and he bought it, by himself, for five dollars.
I decided I'd go over and take a gander myself and ended up buying a huge refrigerator for $150! Yay! Now I finally have one for the garage.
The kids completed their Saturday chores so the house was clean
We decided to go fishing as a family after dinner. Here are the pics;
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Bicycle
Went for a bike ride on Sunday with the whole fam. I don't remember it hurting that much when I was seven. It doesn't help that I broke my coxix (yeah baby, used it in a sentence) giving birth to my first son. Seriously, I spend so much time trying to lift my fanny off that tiny little seat that my legs are jello on the flat straightaways. I hate bike rides, hate them I say.
My question is; who designed bike seats? I mean really, did you think that was enough space for the average 30+ year old butt? Is the seat meant to only support my spine? Because that's about where it feels like it gets to after I've been sitting for five blocks. I don't mean to throw stones, honestly but was there a vinyl shortage back in the day? Is there a mandate that states only three ounces of plastic can be used in molding a seat for a bike? Perhaps professional bikers have cheek implants we haven't heard about? You know, like Wolverine? A metal plate that slides across to make a platform!
Well anyhoo, I'm in the dark. This is one of life's great mysteries for me, right up there with why men don't ask for directions.
My question is; who designed bike seats? I mean really, did you think that was enough space for the average 30+ year old butt? Is the seat meant to only support my spine? Because that's about where it feels like it gets to after I've been sitting for five blocks. I don't mean to throw stones, honestly but was there a vinyl shortage back in the day? Is there a mandate that states only three ounces of plastic can be used in molding a seat for a bike? Perhaps professional bikers have cheek implants we haven't heard about? You know, like Wolverine? A metal plate that slides across to make a platform!
Well anyhoo, I'm in the dark. This is one of life's great mysteries for me, right up there with why men don't ask for directions.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
A Prince of a Fellow
My Lucy loves to play princess. We've got the dress-up princess dresses and she and her friend love to pretend. The other day, after she had her dress on and was ready to go, she looked around and said "where's my prince". I giggled and thought that was so cute but what was even better was when her big brother Gavin stepped up and said "I'll be the prince". He spent the next 15 minutes twirling not only Lucy around the floor but her little friend Alissa too. It was the cutest thing ever and if you could see Lu's face as she was dancing with her prince, it was priceless. I love moments like that.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Be Prepared
Cam and Colby left for Scout Camp this morning. I'm excited that Cam gets to go for the first time especially with his dad.
In preparation for camp, of course there are a million health forms to fill out including liability and emergency forms. On the medical release form, it requires parents to sign for emergency medical care in the event mom and dad can't be reached and there are life saving measures that need to be taken. It also gave me a place to list the medical procedures which I would NOT allow UNLESS I was contacted. You want to know the only medical procedure I listed for which they must wait before they contact me? AMPUTATION!
Seriously, I'm not too far outside the realm of possibility here. I figure if scouts can get struck by lightning, lost in the woods and drowned, loss of appendage/digits isn't such a stretch. Colby thought I was being silly and we had a good laugh but guess what surgery can't be performed for him either....!
While I really think my boys will be perfectly safe while they are away, a few prayers never hurt. Please add no lightning, raging storms or swimming issues to your list of things to pray about. Oh- and no loss of limb.
BTW: Cameron will be swimming the final leg of the swimming relay this week. He has to qualify or practice this week in the lake (very cold)so I'll let you know how that goes. Here's hoping those private swimming lessons last summer pay off.
Friday, June 12, 2009
I've debated for several days on how to post how excited and grateful I am about Banker's Table. As many of you know, Colby went into business with his good friends and joined forces on a new project called Banker's Table. It's a personal banking system to provide financial Independence and retirement wealth. It's been a long two years but we are finally seeing some fruit.
What I really want to say is that I am grateful for God's hand in our life. We have seen so many miracles, some big, some small and we continue to shake our heads at the wisdom of God. I believe that Heavenly Father knows each of us individually and while I doubt he enjoys watching us struggle as we grow I now understand that there is always a plan. I've always know that I owe all I am and all that I have to my Heavenly Father but now I am deeply convinced this is true and I am more focused on devoting my life to his purpose.
It is a time of miracles, I hope that we can all see them more readily in our lives because sometimes, in the dark, the miracles are hard to see.
What I really want to say is that I am grateful for God's hand in our life. We have seen so many miracles, some big, some small and we continue to shake our heads at the wisdom of God. I believe that Heavenly Father knows each of us individually and while I doubt he enjoys watching us struggle as we grow I now understand that there is always a plan. I've always know that I owe all I am and all that I have to my Heavenly Father but now I am deeply convinced this is true and I am more focused on devoting my life to his purpose.
It is a time of miracles, I hope that we can all see them more readily in our lives because sometimes, in the dark, the miracles are hard to see.
Frisbee; the great equalizer!
We've been playing Frisbee a lot as a family lately and I've found that it's a great game for anyone to play. My 5 year old can play just as well as I can. (No jokes please.) We've really been having a great time, all with a little disc made of plastic.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Bring It!
Ah, the smell of adolescence. I know, there's a song about that, "Smells Like Teen Spirit". Well I think teen spirit smells like poop.
It is time to man the fortress, prepare the turrets and light the fires 'cause this mom is taking no prisoners. When my son slaps me with sarcasm, I will reply with cool, calm collectedness. When my son is lazy, I will be inspiring. When my son is within an inch of his young life, I will turn and walk away. Here's the great thing; I remember! I remember the frustration he feels. I totally know that seething anger that is running through his veins when he gives me that look and you know what I say? Bring it on big boy! Your momma has been there, done that and I am ready!
It is time to man the fortress, prepare the turrets and light the fires 'cause this mom is taking no prisoners. When my son slaps me with sarcasm, I will reply with cool, calm collectedness. When my son is lazy, I will be inspiring. When my son is within an inch of his young life, I will turn and walk away. Here's the great thing; I remember! I remember the frustration he feels. I totally know that seething anger that is running through his veins when he gives me that look and you know what I say? Bring it on big boy! Your momma has been there, done that and I am ready!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Pick a Side
I'm reading "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusack. It's a good book in a distractedly-stream-of-consciousness kind of way. I like the aspect of the narrator being death, or the Grim Reaper or whatever way you wish to describe the gatherer of souls. I've been reading in short bursts and I feel that that is an appropriate strategy for attacking this book. I must confess though that I'm tired of Nazi-Germany-struggle- of-WWII books. I am totally convinced that Nazi's are bad. Not that this belief was up for debate before but I can solidly put myself in the Anti-Nazi category. My question would be this, after countless books have been written on this subject, after many stories of hope and tragedy have been told, have we learned anything? I will add another confession and that is, I don't think so. The more I read the Book of Mormon, books like "Night", "Number the Stars", "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas" and then today's news I'm not convinced. Human beings just repeat the same cycles over and over. I think that the question is not "have we learned anything" but "what kind of participant we will be"? Will we choose the side of protagonist or antagonist? I'm thinking that there will be many fooled into thinking they are the former and it won't be until the conflict is over and the books are written that the clarity will come.
We'll see.
We'll see.
Friday, May 29, 2009
I MADE this!
I made this canopy for Lucy's room today! I think it turned out really cute and it was super easy! I got the instructions and idea from Family Fun magazine, it's the best!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
The End is Upon Us
Here are my teacher gifts this year. It was so last minute so they're kind of simple but I think they're cute. I know the tin says "snacks" but I think you get the idea.
The card read:"Mrs. LeBaron; "It was a real TREAT learning from you."
This is the beach bag we made for Young Women's. They took forever to do but they turned out cute!
The card read:"Mrs. LeBaron; "It was a real TREAT learning from you."
This is the beach bag we made for Young Women's. They took forever to do but they turned out cute!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
A Size Too Small
I was perusing one of my favorite sites today and came across an add for T-shirts. These were really cute so I clicked on the ad and was taken to the T-shirt site. Of course, these shirts (out of L.A.) were stupidly expensive but what made me laugh was the size options. I kid you not...the size range was 1,2,3 or 4. Okay, so the 4 was an extra large. I thought, maybe I'm being a little harsh let me check out the size chart. Size 4 is about a size 10. When did size 10 become extra large?
Hey, T-shirt people here's a little fact; everyone who lives outside of L.A.- we actually eat food.
Hey, T-shirt people here's a little fact; everyone who lives outside of L.A.- we actually eat food.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
My Own Personal Amex Ad
One tent: $200
Six sleeping bags: $150
Fixin's for S'mores: $5
Camping in the backyard.....priceless
Friday, May 22, 2009
Do or Do Not
My son tried out for competitive soccer a couple of nights ago. He did a great job and was selected to play on an existing team taking one of three open spots. I am really proud of him and yet somewhat unnerved by the level of discipline required to participate. He is very excited about this opportunity and as long as that is the case, I will support him in this endeavor. I have lots of thoughts on the seriousness of competition at young ages but that will be a separate post.
Today I was thinking about the advice I gave my son as he was getting ready to play for the onlooking coaches. I told him "Just do your best." While he was playing, I realized that often times in the past I have counseled him to "try your hardest" and it struck me that there is a difference between these two statements. While I know that I have used them interchangeably, they really mean something very different. I think the greatest explanation of this can be attributed to Master Yoda when he says "Do or do not...there is no try."
While I think that giving things a good old "college try" is important I really believe that if someone goes into something expecting to "do" their best they will be more likely to succeed.
I am impressed that my son did his best
Today I was thinking about the advice I gave my son as he was getting ready to play for the onlooking coaches. I told him "Just do your best." While he was playing, I realized that often times in the past I have counseled him to "try your hardest" and it struck me that there is a difference between these two statements. While I know that I have used them interchangeably, they really mean something very different. I think the greatest explanation of this can be attributed to Master Yoda when he says "Do or do not...there is no try."
While I think that giving things a good old "college try" is important I really believe that if someone goes into something expecting to "do" their best they will be more likely to succeed.
I am impressed that my son did his best
Thursday, May 21, 2009
From an Anthropological Standpoint
My friend and I were discussing a book she was reading the other day. It is a story about women in China and it records a foot binding event that took place in the heroine's life. She, at the age of 8 (late by the standards at the time) had her feet bound to look like "lotus blossoms". It's really very disturbing to see photos of women who have had this ritual done and then to hear an actual account of how it took place. Our conversation then turned to all the different cultural rituals that take place, things from lip and ear disks to neck rings to genital mutilation. My friend made the comment about how grateful she was that our society doesn't do things like that and I couldn't help but point out that first, each culture finds those things appropriate for their members and second, Americans have their own weired ritual in plastic surgery. I think that somehow we assume that since we elect to have our bodies augmented and we do so under anesthesia that it's appropriate. I think it will make a great topic for a book in 150 years when anthropologists dig up skeletons of females with strange, gel-like disks on their rib cages. Can't you read it now? "One hundred fifty years ago, American culture valued large breasted women and it was not uncommon for women of many ages to have gel-like implants placed in their breast tissue, enlarging the breasts, often times at great personal risk to the woman participating in the procedure."
Monday, May 18, 2009
Went to Home Depot today to get some petunias. I am ashamed to even say I buy petunias because every one has them, in copious amounts. I have sadly learned though, that they are the only things I can grow.
Anyhoo, while I was perusing the flowers at the aforementioned Home Depot I was trying to calm my daughter who was freaking out (yes, FREAKING out) because there were....wait for it....BEES! My poor, poor Lulu. She almost won't come outside any more because she sees bees. (I'm sure there's something in that comment that could be spun around "I see dead people" but I'm at a loss.) I finally grabbed both sides of her face with my hands and had to look her in the eye while I went into another aisle where there were no bees.
Here I am with a cart of flowers I have to purchase (Maybe I should have just walked out, this post would have been much more exciting) and she's losing it. Finally, I got her to see that the bees just wanted to smell the flowers, not bother her. She calmed down enough to hold still and not cry while we checked out.
As we pushed the cart to the car she kept saying (whilst looking over her shoulder) "bees aren't mean, bees are happy".
It could "bee" a long summer!
Anyhoo, while I was perusing the flowers at the aforementioned Home Depot I was trying to calm my daughter who was freaking out (yes, FREAKING out) because there were....wait for it....BEES! My poor, poor Lulu. She almost won't come outside any more because she sees bees. (I'm sure there's something in that comment that could be spun around "I see dead people" but I'm at a loss.) I finally grabbed both sides of her face with my hands and had to look her in the eye while I went into another aisle where there were no bees.
Here I am with a cart of flowers I have to purchase (Maybe I should have just walked out, this post would have been much more exciting) and she's losing it. Finally, I got her to see that the bees just wanted to smell the flowers, not bother her. She calmed down enough to hold still and not cry while we checked out.
As we pushed the cart to the car she kept saying (whilst looking over her shoulder) "bees aren't mean, bees are happy".
It could "bee" a long summer!
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Poetry, Sheer Poetry
You are listening to the ultimate love song! Title: "My Life Would Suck Without You". I mean really, who wouldn't swoon when an angry girl professes her love?
"You got a piece of me, and honestly, my life would suck without you."
ah, now that's love.
"You got a piece of me, and honestly, my life would suck without you."
ah, now that's love.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Snarkety, Snark, Snark
I am in a snarky mood. I love this mood, mostly because I love the word snarky. I feel that snarkiness is most conducive to blog posting because so many of the commercial blogs I peruse are filled with copious amounts of snark. It really is my goal to fill this post with the word snark as many times as possible and feed the growing glow of snark in my life. Really, what else is there to do today? Nothing as wonderful as sassy, snarky posts that mean absolutely nothing and fill the world with a snickety, snarkety, sass.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Here Come the Cavalry
So, in response to the questions about the homeless man in the hollow- he is gone. I called the police the following day and asked what the law was regarding camping down there and was told that there technically is no law against it so really, he could camp if he wanted. However, he cannot set up permanent residence. The police agreed to see if they could find him and ask him what his intentions were. I never heard whether they found him or not but when some of my neighbors went down they said he had vacated the area but left a lot of trash.
My children have thought this is a great adventure but I have decided they will never go down unless they are in large groups. It's a fun place but I have learned, you never know who you are going to meet.
My children have thought this is a great adventure but I have decided they will never go down unless they are in large groups. It's a fun place but I have learned, you never know who you are going to meet.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The Man in the Hollow
We have a wooded area behind our home that we lovingly refer to as "the hollow". My children often explore there with friends and the dogs and yesterday was no different in that regard. What was different was the report they brought home; "mom, there was a guy asleep in the hollow." they told me. Immediately my mom ears perked up and I pelted them with questions. What was he doing? Was he alone? Did he have a tent? After a brief discussion, I was informed that he was alone, he did have a tent and he was sleeping.
Now, for every mom reading this, you know exactly what my reaction was- "crap, my children were in the hollow with a homeless man, alone". My second reaction was, "I need to call the police." I told my hubby that this wasn't gonna fly and that I knew something like this would happen eventually and what if he was dangerous. I resolved to speak with the police on Monday.
Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I was thinking about the man in the hollow. I felt a little shame from my first reaction to him. (Especially since I just finished reading "Same Kind of Different as Me") Of course, my greatest desire is to keep my family safe and in this day and age, you just never know. However, after talking with my husband, we decided that we would take him some supplies tonight.
We raided the food storage and found some canned goods (I also provided a can opener) and some toiletries and my husband took them to this man's tent.
I'll be honest, I was hoping when he returned that he would have some great story about how this man broke into tears at our generosity and turned out to be a great, humble man who had stumbled on hard times. I was a little disappointed and scared when my husband returned home urging me to call the police tomorrow and to keep the kids home until he was removed.
Either way, it's been an interesting topic of discussion for our family.
Now, for every mom reading this, you know exactly what my reaction was- "crap, my children were in the hollow with a homeless man, alone". My second reaction was, "I need to call the police." I told my hubby that this wasn't gonna fly and that I knew something like this would happen eventually and what if he was dangerous. I resolved to speak with the police on Monday.
Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I was thinking about the man in the hollow. I felt a little shame from my first reaction to him. (Especially since I just finished reading "Same Kind of Different as Me") Of course, my greatest desire is to keep my family safe and in this day and age, you just never know. However, after talking with my husband, we decided that we would take him some supplies tonight.
We raided the food storage and found some canned goods (I also provided a can opener) and some toiletries and my husband took them to this man's tent.
I'll be honest, I was hoping when he returned that he would have some great story about how this man broke into tears at our generosity and turned out to be a great, humble man who had stumbled on hard times. I was a little disappointed and scared when my husband returned home urging me to call the police tomorrow and to keep the kids home until he was removed.
Either way, it's been an interesting topic of discussion for our family.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I recently learned about a fun store called Oobees. Super cute stuff and they're having a huge sale. Check it out!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The Story of Dr. Saver, Lucy Cool-awesomeness and the Baby Narbles
(Mom walks upstairs to do some cleaning and find two small strangers who say...."
"Hello, I'm Dr. Saver (holds hand out to shake.) and this is Lucy Cool-awesomeness. We're protecting the baby narbles" ("mom, no, you can't move them, we're keeping them safe.")
Dr. Saver: (answers his cell phone) "Hello, this is Dr. Saver." "Yeah, she's right here." (hands the phone to Lucy and says;) "Lucy Cool-awesomeness, it's your referee."
Lucy Cool-awesomeness: (puts cell phone to ear) "Hi. I'm just getting dressed. I'm wearing my sparkly shoes."
(Mom leaves the room to fold laundry)
Dr. Saver: "Lucy Cool-awesomeness, where is your gun?"
Lucy Cool-awesomeness: "I don't want one."
Dr. Saver: "You can't save people without a gun."
LC-A: "I don't want one."
(mom interrupts; "Lucy Cool-awesomeness, it's time to get your hair done.)
(conversation between mom and Lucy Cool-awesomeness; "We're saving people. They're bigger than we are.")
Dr. Saver: "Lucy Cool-awesomeness, let's go outside."
(the two crime fighters go out to save the world.)
15 minutes later.....
(crime fighters run inside, shut door)
Dr. Saver: "MOM. MOM. Lucy is afraid. She saw a fly."
Lucy Cool-awesomeness: "Yeah, I don't like flies."
The crime fighting pair opt for television.
THE END
"Hello, I'm Dr. Saver (holds hand out to shake.) and this is Lucy Cool-awesomeness. We're protecting the baby narbles" ("mom, no, you can't move them, we're keeping them safe.")
Dr. Saver: (answers his cell phone) "Hello, this is Dr. Saver." "Yeah, she's right here." (hands the phone to Lucy and says;) "Lucy Cool-awesomeness, it's your referee."
Lucy Cool-awesomeness: (puts cell phone to ear) "Hi. I'm just getting dressed. I'm wearing my sparkly shoes."
(Mom leaves the room to fold laundry)
Dr. Saver: "Lucy Cool-awesomeness, where is your gun?"
Lucy Cool-awesomeness: "I don't want one."
Dr. Saver: "You can't save people without a gun."
LC-A: "I don't want one."
(mom interrupts; "Lucy Cool-awesomeness, it's time to get your hair done.)
(conversation between mom and Lucy Cool-awesomeness; "We're saving people. They're bigger than we are.")
Dr. Saver: "Lucy Cool-awesomeness, let's go outside."
(the two crime fighters go out to save the world.)
15 minutes later.....
(crime fighters run inside, shut door)
Dr. Saver: "MOM. MOM. Lucy is afraid. She saw a fly."
Lucy Cool-awesomeness: "Yeah, I don't like flies."
The crime fighting pair opt for television.
THE END
Saturday, April 18, 2009
My sister showed me this wonderful clip! What's that old saying? "Never judge a book by it's cover?" I cried.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Easter Adventure
Ah, the spoils of war!
Here's Lu striking a pose. I think it's all the sugar she'd been eating.
Here's a little Easter tradition my hubby's family does, the annual Easter egg competition. Each player gets two eggs (hard boiled of course), we draw numbers to determine our competitors and then each player faces off against his/her opponent. The object, crack the other person's egg. (This is very serious folks, my father in law prints brackets and keeps track of who progresses to the next rounds.) It's very fun and just a little taunt to the Bomstas and Smiths- the Olds' reign supreme! We've won every year!
Here's Lu striking a pose. I think it's all the sugar she'd been eating.
Here's a little Easter tradition my hubby's family does, the annual Easter egg competition. Each player gets two eggs (hard boiled of course), we draw numbers to determine our competitors and then each player faces off against his/her opponent. The object, crack the other person's egg. (This is very serious folks, my father in law prints brackets and keeps track of who progresses to the next rounds.) It's very fun and just a little taunt to the Bomstas and Smiths- the Olds' reign supreme! We've won every year!
Friday, April 10, 2009
Across The Sea
We have applied to host an exchange student in the fall. It will be a five month stay and he will attend the local High School. Assuming everything comes out clean on our background checks (I will be shocked and horrified if it doesn't) we will be hosting a 15 year old young man from Germany we chose from several student profiles that were given to us.
I am very excited and anxious about this new endeavor. On one hand I am excited to learn about parenting an older child, one in high school. On the other hand, I'm anxious about parenting an older child in high school. We have talked about this in family council and as a family we are looking forward to his arrival in August.
If anyone else is looking for this type of experience, they (DM Discoveries) are trying to place several students for the upcoming year. Each student is required to have $300 a month of their own money, speak English and abide by rules set by the host family. They must complete background checks in their countries and be responsible for their schooling here in the U.S. They are fully insured and tested for their ability to communicate. You can contact Kristene at 801.822.2590 or UT.KBaldwin@gmail.com
I am very excited and anxious about this new endeavor. On one hand I am excited to learn about parenting an older child, one in high school. On the other hand, I'm anxious about parenting an older child in high school. We have talked about this in family council and as a family we are looking forward to his arrival in August.
If anyone else is looking for this type of experience, they (DM Discoveries) are trying to place several students for the upcoming year. Each student is required to have $300 a month of their own money, speak English and abide by rules set by the host family. They must complete background checks in their countries and be responsible for their schooling here in the U.S. They are fully insured and tested for their ability to communicate. You can contact Kristene at 801.822.2590 or UT.KBaldwin@gmail.com
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Artisan Bread
I've been experimenting with a bread recipe I recently learned to make. Here is an Italian loaf I made this morning, the recipe was given to me by a friend who taught me how to make it. It was sooo yummy.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Thank You, Mr. Bucket
It was opening night of "Willie Wonka Junior" tonight and my Camo had the role of Mr. Bucket, Charlie's dad. He did an awesome job! It was so much fun to see him, he seems very comfortable on stage. Maybe I have a star in the making.
He's seen in the first photo with Willie Wonka and Mr. Salt (our cute neighbor, Jason)
In the second pic he's with two of his teachers (Mrs. Elison and Miss Gill) who were so great to come and see him.
In the third there is Veruca Salt, a couple of Oompa Loompas and Mrs. Bucket
The last is Veruca, Mrs. Beauregarde, Mrs. Bucket, some Oopma Loompas and the reporter!
It was so fun!
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