Posts Tagged ‘kids’

Happy Valentines Day!

February 12, 2009

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I’m now writing a monthly column in our little tiny local paper.  My first one came out yesterday.  Is it at all surprising that this little tiny paper isn’t online yet?  I didn’t think so.  So here it is (and it isn’t  the Annandale Advocate, if you were wondering.  Like my glasses?):

I went out and did a little shopping with my 4 year-old today.  We hit our regular haunt:  Target.  Since moving here 8 months ago, we’ve become intimately familiar with the store.  Ask us where anything is and we could probably tell you both the aisle number and shelf location.  But I digress.

Lightbulbs, sneakers, cake mix and moisturizer.  That‘s what we had set out to find.  But not one to be deterred by the rigidity of a list, we did our fair share of browsing.   I soon noticed that the shelves and displays that had recently been home to Christmas Clearance were now celebrating Valentine’s Day.

All the usual suspects were present.  Conversation hearts, cupids, cinnamon gummy lips, stuffed teddy bears, chocolates, lacy under things, and cards galore.  The place practically oozed sweet nothings.

Without realizing it, I was making a mental checklist.

Conversation hearts taste like chalk.
Cinnamon gummy lips.  Red food coloring.  Sugar.  Ummm, No.
Teddy bears.  Please! Our house is already overrun with Webkinz.
Chocolates don’t  mesh with the diet.
Lacy under things.  Let’s see how that diet pans out first.
Cards are so much better caked with crayon and Elmer’s glue.

I guess you can’t call me a sucker for timed commercialism.

There was a time when those things appealed to the consumer in me.  Before I assumed the task of  finding just the right box of valentines at the last minute. Before volunteering to be the one to make a bazillion pink cupcakes for school parties.  Before I found myself amid the combination of sugar highs and bedtimes.  Before I became a mom.

Thirteen years and  four children later, I’m a little older and a heck of a lot wiser.

For instance, I know that the best way to divert a child away from the allure of candy is toy bribery.  We were soon moseying our way toward the coveted Star Wars  aisle.  With a child hanging off the cart humming the Star Wars theme song,  I asked myself,
“What do I really want for Valentine’s Day?”
Here’s what came to mind during our migration from the candy aisle to the toy department:

  1. To have everyone eat the dinner I’ve made without the threat of bodily harm.
  2. A conversation with my 13 year-old daughter without her rolling her eyes in that  “Mom, you’re so weird” way.
  3. A family drive without a discussion or demonstration of bodily secretions.
  4. Seven minutes in the bathroom.  Alone.  Without notes being passed under the door, a “Wherrrrrre’s Mmmommm?”, or a Lego emergency.”
  5. A complete telephone conversation without the words “texting”, “potty”, or “timeout” ever being mentioned.
  6. Someone to clean out the backseat of the van and remove the chewing gum, rotting apple core, missing library book, softball mitt, putrid sock, and caramel corn that have taken up residence.
  7. Time to finish the stack of parenting books on my nightstand before the kids become adults.
  8. To be able to eat my entire bowl of oatmeal and read the front section of the newspaper before having to take on the role of Princess Leia.
  9. To have someone besides ME replenish the toilet paper stash in all the bathrooms.
  10. To have an adult conversation with my husband without having to spell, sign, or mouth any words to each other.

We eventually emerged from Target toting light bulbs, sneakers, cake mix, and moisturizer … along with a Clone Wars battle droid, a couple of magazines, and Neutrogena MoistureShine Lip Soother in Glisten (I‘m a sucker for lip gloss).

On the way home, as he sat in the backseat with the chewing gum and the softball mitt, his little voice piped up,
“Thanks for the battle droid Mom.  Do you wanna play Star Wars with me when we get home?  I’ll be Darth Vader and you can be Leia.”

On second thought, the aroma of rotten apple cores is kinda growing on me, a conversation without the eye rolling would seem strange, and I probably don’t really need to eat the entire bowl of oatmeal anyway.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Someday…

January 21, 2009


Someday I’ll wake up and not have little toothbrushes to put away…

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Someday, I won’t have damp pink towels to hang up…

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Someday I won’t have elfin shoes to hunt for in the corners of my house…

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Someday my windows won’t have crayon dogs drawn on them…

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Someday I won’t have a playroom strewn with Legos…

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Someday I won’t have wee pajamas lying on my laundry room floor…

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I hope that day is a long way off…

Happy Wednesday.

Fact or Fiction Friday

November 14, 2008

I just love this guy.

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Jack’s the kind of kid that looks sweet and unassuming on the outside but who quietly observes and takes mental notes on the inside. Just when you’re least expecting it he’ll regurgitate these tidbits in the form dry and wry humor. He’s always been this way. I remember how his kindergarten teacher commented on how he “got” funny little nuances that all the other kids missed. He has a healthy appreciation for humor. This has immensely helped him make friends since sending him back to public school this year. I’ve heard from other moms how their kids think “Jack is really funny!”

At school the 5th graders are focusing on writing in preparation for some state writing assessment. Jack’s brought home several practice essays in the past couple of weeks. For posterity purposed I wanted to post his first essay. A hint of his sense of humor comes out in this. Word for word here it is:

Crushing Flys

Hi, my name is Jack. For this D.W.A. practice you have to write an experience you had with an insect. I do not have many stories. I’m usually not around insects. But I’ve figured it out.

It all started when my Dad told my sister and I to go play the piano. So we went into the piano room and waited. My sister got on the piano.

All of a sudden, I heard a buzz. “Buzz, buzz, buzz!”

I leaned over to the windowsill and saw a fly. It was one of those fatties that could not fly because of their weight. I don’t have a passion for an insect like this. I used to, but not any more. I wanted to test his dodgeing skills.

I looked around for something and found a file. Down it went towards the fly. Then, ZOOM, the fly jumped away. ZAZAM, SWISH! The fly kept getting away.

OK, now his dodging skills are complete. Time for smart and clever tests. I headed the file towards his back, but then, aimed it to where he’d run. With a CRASH I destroyed him. He wasn’t clever.

That was what I wrote about. Crushing flys. Just an ordinary fly story. I’m glad I met him, because if not, I wouldn’t have anything to write about. Oh, I crushed him right before I played that piano.

The End

Have a great weekend!

A Hometown Tour…

October 13, 2008
We’ve lived here now for about five months and the place is growing on us. It’s so far removed from how we grew up that it has been very educational living here in ‘the ruralness that is Idaho’. It doesn’t have a single traffic light! It’s the kind of place that you have to see to believe. Or at least for people like me who have never lived in a farming community. It doesn’t even have a single traffic light!
So, I thought I’d give you a little hometown tour so you know what I’m talking about.

This may not seem small to some, but to me this is TINY!

Fine example of cinder block and canvass architecture.

Fine example of cinder block and canvas architecture.

A cozy and quaint place to curl up with a book.

We've never actually patronized this branch. We travel to the library in the"big city". There's a campaign under way to expand this lovely building. I guess that's part of the "future".

I have no idea what goes on in here.

As the town grows, the need for barbers has followed, and so we now have at least three of these.

As the town grows, the need for barbers has followed, and so we now have at least three of these. Luckily I've got a great neighbor who does hair out of her house so I haven't had the opportunity to visit the barbers.

One of two fine non-franchise eating establishments.

One of two fine non-franchise eating establishments. A friend of mine took her daughter here right after moving from Portland and at the drive up window were two cowboys on horseback picking up burgers and shakes. No Kidding!

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The other one.

The other one. This is my kids' favorite place to get fresh banana milkshakes.

Looks like Jim's got a monopoly on the commerce here in town.

One of two in town. I guess folks never run out of stuff to pawn. Looks like Jim's got a monopoly on the commerce in this town.

Ok, so while I’ve had to get used to the fact that there is no Nordstrom in the entire state of Idaho, having to drive at least 20 minutes to find good groceries, Target, restaurants, movie theaters, and the gym, there are some things that I’ve always liked about living here.

Lots of roadside marketing.  (I wasn't kidding about the nectoren.)

Lots of roadside markets. (I wasn't kidding about the nectoren.)

Spacious rolling hills and snow capped mountains.

Spacious rolling hills and snow capped mountains.

Lots of room to roam.

Lots of room to roam.

Good, down-to-earth, hard-working, genuine people, many of whom have lived here a lot longer than me.

We used to pay an entrance fee to visit a working farm when we lived in California.  Now we have one right in our own backyard.

And plenty of farm animals. We used to pay an entrance fee to visit a working farm when we lived in California. Now we have one right in our own backyard. This little guy represents food storage to most people around here. I'm not quite there yet.

One of the biggest reasons we moved here was to raise kids. There’s lots of room to explore. The schools are small enough that kids can be involved in whatever they want without the pressures of competition. There’s a good mix of socio-economic levels so the feeling of entitlement isn’t as prevalent here as in other places we’ve lived. There are plenty of opportunities for service. And while it sounds like we’re in the middle of nowhere (which it seems to me at times), we are only about 30 minutes from the cultural mecca of Boise, which has become one of my favorite little cities. Great shopping, food, museums, and parks. It even has an Anthropologie!

So while I never thought I’d ever end up calling Idaho home, It’s starting to grow on me.

Thanks for stopping by for a visit. Take some potatoes with you and come back soon!

Now, what do you love about YOUR hometown???

Warning: Googling an image for "coming out of the closet" = bad idea!

I have a little confession to make. Remember how Gab spotlighted me on her blog not too long ago? Remember the interview I gave on how, where, when, and why we love homeschooling? Remember all the wonderful comments from all of you admiring, pondering, scratching your head, and considering my view about this alternately extraordinary way of life? Well, I’m counting on the fact that many admired my honesty on the issue when I make this confession. (Remember, I believe in being honest. ) Here it is:

My kids are now attending public school!!!

Now keep in mind, when I wrote the answers to Gab’s questions three weeks before it was published, I was gung-ho and ready to start another year of homeschooling. I had the curriculum ordered, the supplies put in their proper shelves and drawers. I was signed up to teach art at the local homeschool co-op and the kids even had new school pajamas. In fact, we dove in and started school and got two weeks into our studies before life took a U-turn.

In the spirit of Gab’s awesome interviews, and since I’ve been asked the same questions by many people, I thought I’d answer them in a mock interview with myself.

How did you come to decide to put your kids back into public school?

Maddy was playing volleyball for the middle school and thought taking choir would also be fun this year. So I contacted the school to find out if and how that could work. Maddy and I met with the counselor and in the course of that one meeting Maddy decided there were enough classes that she wanted to try that she might as well just go full time. So she started the following week.

That left me with the boys who were perfectly happy staying home with me. That weekend we went to a neighborhood family street dance put on by the crazy fun Bloglor family. It was then that I saw a need for my boys to become better friends with the kids in our ward and in our neighborhood.

Fact: To make and become a great friend, you must spend a consistent amount of time interacting with a person.

In our case, it was important to us that our kids make and become great friends with the kids in our church as well as the good kids in our community. The boys just weren’t getting that consistent time with these kids. They played with them after school and saw them at church activities but without the school interaction, they weren’t becoming close friends. So, while I saw no academic reason for sending them to school, I saw a need for them to strengthen “friend” skills. As lame as that may sound, I had a very strong impression that this was right for us right now.

So, three weeks after public school started, the kids joined the public school masses here in semi-rural Idaho.

How do you feel about such a big change?

Remember, I’m being honest here, right? I’m conflicted. Part of me is breathing a sigh of relief that the burden of educating my kids has been shifted from my shoulders to someone else’s. Although when I realize that that someone is the government, I shudder convulsively. But then I remember that learning does not happen only during the hours of 8am and 3pm. Learning happens all the time and we are still a huge influence on the education of our kids. I worry that the negative influences surrounding them at school might somehow contaminate their little souls. And then I remember what strong souls they are and what a solid foundation they have. I also worry that public school will be a big fat failure and that they will somehow resent me for sending them back. And then I realize I am more than equipped to bring them home if at some point we decide that public school isn’t working. I also have to remember and acknowledge that this was an answer to prayer.

What are you doing with all your free time?

Free time? You’d think I’d have lots of that now. I do still have Will for a year or two more and he’s been looking for someone to fill the shoes of his best playmate and brother Erik. So far that’s been a reluctant me. Although I do enjoy having him to myself, I am seeking out potential weeky 4-year old playmates. In the past couple of weeks though, he’s learned the names and sounds of half the ABCs. Poor guy. I didn’t realize how educationally neglected he’s been.

I was also recently called as the Primary Secretary to our brand-spanking new ward. That has kept me hopping and on the computer like a crazy person.

I am hoping to take some painting and photography classes in the near future. I would LOVE to hone my photography skills and get some great pictures of the kids.

What do you miss most about homeschooling?

That’s easy. I miss my kids. Honestly. When you are used to them being around everyday, all day, it’s a shocker when they’re gone for SO LONG everyday. By the time they get home, there’s only time for homework, piano practice, lessons, and dinner before they have to hit the hay. I relish days like today when they have the day off school to relax, play, read, waste time and enjoy being home together.

Do you consider yourself a homeschool drop-out?

Most definitely not. I consider our foray in homeschooling to be a great big success. We’ve all grown closer, we were able to piece together the links that went missing in a really screwed up experimental math program in California, the vacations and field trips we took cannot be duplicated, I have an intimate understanding of how each child learns and thinks that will be a huge advantage in the years to come, and my mind has been opened to people who choose to go against the grain and follow a road less traveled to create a better future for their family.