Thursday, April 30, 2009

Colorful Recycling





I took a quiet moment this morning to make a quick phone call. I knew it would only take about five minutes, but I also knew that five minutes is like two hours in toddler time.
Near the end of the call, Nathan decided to dump the entire ice cream bucket of crayons, markers, and who knows what else on the hall floor. My first thought was, "What a mess." However, it ended up being one of those "teachable moments" we future teachers always heard about in college.
As I was going through the contents and making quite a pile of the tiny, broken crayons, I had a light bulb moment. I remembered a project that I had seen in Family Fun Magazine a couple of years ago. They had used a mini heart shaped muffin tin, but a regular mini muffin tin would work just the same. Yes--I was actually going to complete a project I had read about in a magazine!
I found the simple directions on their website and we proceeded to make new crayons out of the old.
First I preheated the oven to 250 and took the paper off of all the pieces. Nathan and Teresa filled up a mini-muffin tin with the different colors. We broke a few into smaller pieces to help them fit.
We put the tin full of crayon pieces in the oven for about 15 minutes, let them cool, and then put them in the freezer for 5 minutes to help them come out. They tipped right out and we then had 12 new crayons to use.
They are really pretty and the possibilities are endless. If I ever get a mini heart tin, I will probably use Family Fun's original idea and use them for school valentines.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Where's MY book deal?

I read a snipet on Yahoo this morning that Bo the first dog is going to star in his own children's book. Seriously--I can't take it anymore. When am I going to get my book deal?
Well, actually, the truth is I have not started on my book nor do I have anything particular in mind for what type of book I would write . . . but I doubt Bo the dog did either.
Everyday I see someone else--famous or not--on TV promoting their new book. The best was an Oprah show talking about marriage. One woman got a book deal after she & her husband had sex every day for a year. Now, that's some research my husband would probably be willing to help out with, but it's already been done. No use going down that road.
Tonight I read "Oh! The Places You'll Go!" to Landen for his bedtime story. Our graduation speaker, V.J. Smith (who coincidentally is also a published author and rightly deserves to be), recited that book at my high school graduation. Graduation is all about "following your dreams" and "shooting for the stars." Dr. Seuss talks about that, but also the pitfalls that happen in everyone's life at one time or another. The challenge is to not let the day to day drudgery get in the way of those dreams. In fact, sometimes the steps closer to our dreams are in the drudgery. We must be careful not to miss them.
My biggest dream right now is for my husband and me to raise three kids to be socially acceptable, loving, honest, and Christian adults in this crazy world. Some days look promising, and others I feel as though I'm trying to move that mountain Dr. Seuss refers to.
If I have another dream, an honest to goodness published book with my name on the cover would be on the top of my list.
Until then I will continue to sift through the day to day for little bits of inspiration and leave them here.
So, maybe someday you can say, "I knew her when she was just a blogger." :o)

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

MS Walk Update

The date for the MS Walk is drawing closer. After the NW Spring Dinner Theatre this Friday, which I hope all of my local readers plan to attend, I will be able to focus on finishing things for the walk.
I sent in additional donations today which will bring our team total so far to $700! I am so humbled by everyone's generosity. At last count, we have 117 footprints to make--yeah!
If you would like to walk with us on May 9, no registration is necessary. Just show up at Plymouth UCC Church (corner of Melgaard and the "Runnings" road) between 9 & 10am.
I hope everyone had a good day today. It was sunny here, but very windy, so we did not get to swing and sing today!

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Logical Explanation

Late last week Nathan, Teresa, and I were going back in the house after playing outside. While my back was turned, Teresa walked around the other side of the garage where I couldn't see her.
"Teresa," I called, "T!" (T is her nickname--yes--another child with a nickname!)
Nathan came up behind me and calmly said, as the dog walked leisurely beside us, "Callie ate T."
The funniest thing was his tone. It was as if our dog just walks around eating people and it was the most normal thing in the world. Or, maybe it made sense to him that if Callie did take to eating people, she would go with the smallest one first.
I thought Nathan was finally OK with our keeping his little sister around, but maybe not so much. :o)

Friday, April 24, 2009

My Life's no Sitcom

It was brought to my attention this morning that I am not positive enough when talking about my kids. It seems that being a stay at home mom is not enough--I must be an eternally happy June Cleaver-type mom, too. I really don't do well in heels, though, so I hope I don't have to start dressing like her!
I have no desire to offend. I am sorry if I vent after a particularly difficult hour of church, or a 14 hour day of meltdowns every 10 minutes. I am only human--a human with not much outside human contact on most days. Even if my kids have absolutely driven me nuts in a given day, I think it goes without saying that I LOVE THEM MORE THAN ANYTHING GOD HAS EVER GIVEN ME IN THIS LIFE. Believe me, I also thank God for them several times a day--even when they are being especially naughty. I know that active, healthy kids are indeed a BLESSING. My pregnancy with Nathan showed me that nothing is a guarantee and I am still and always will be EXTREMELY HUMBLED that God not only gave our son to us to raise, but a perfectly healthy one at that.
That being said, I don't think there is anything wrong with telling it like it is, too. Yes--having a quiet hour while both little nappers are sleeping at the same time IS heavenly. But, so is taking them for a walk in the sunshine when they wake up. Reading a magazine by myself is a rare treat. But, so is having them all three sit down around me to listen to a story.
This is my life. When I started this mom thing, I had lots of support around me. But now, even though my local mom friends still live around here, their babies are my oldest's age or older. They are busy with school things and jobs, I am still busy with babies and toddlers, and the result is all of us not getting together in almost 2 years. Once upon a time, we had a craft club and got together for the occasional summer bonfire to bond. I hope someday we can continue those.
After I had Landen, went through PPD, and lost my teaching job, I went to a counselor for a couple months to sort through my thoughts. I had so much guilt for not loving EVERY minute at home with Landen. I felt instant relief when my counselor told me I didn't HAVE to love every minute of being a mom to love my son.
So, I resent when people imply that I should put that kind of pressure on myself to love it all or bottle it up.
I paid good money to learn that I don't have to be June Cleaver to be a good mom.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Swinging & Singing

When I was young, my mom logged countless hours in our backyard pushing me in the swing while we sang songs.
After I had my own children, it came naturally to do the same with them. All three like to swing--especially Nathan. He loves to swing in all weather, anytime of the day, and probably night if we would let him!
So far the boys haven't learned how to "pump" themselves, but they haven't had much motivation. They are smart enough to know that once they can push themselves, mom doesn't have to be there to honor their requests anymore either. We have our old standbys--the "ABC" song, the beginning of "Blue Suede Shoes," "Sing a Song of Sixpence," and "You are my Sunshine" are just a few of their favorites. Every once in awhile I will mix in a new one just to keep things interesting. Then that song will quickly become one of the favorites as well.
No sooner do I finish the song and push them as high as they can go, they are dragging their feet asking for another song. Teresa is also joining in. She can't talk, but she claps for the "ABC" song, so I am guessing that is one of her favorites.
Sometimes I think I have more important things to do, but I am sure my mom did, too.
I hope swinging and singing songs become of one of their favorite childhood memories as it will be one of mine.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Caring for your Introvert

As an introvert, I have a tendency to isolate myself without even realizing it. I saw this article posted on Facebook by a former teacher and I just can't forget it. The first time I read it, I wanted to shout, "This is me! Somebody understands me!"
When I am with my family or close friends, I can talk a mile a minute. In most other areas of my life however, I am quick to spend time thinking and hesitant to speak.
To make things even more interesting, I am married to an extreme extrovert. This is wonderful in social situations. David shines in the small talk department while I find it a waste of time. I will take time alone with my thoughts any day of the week. Social hours and graduation receptions stress me out. But, if David is there, he can usually strike up a conversation and I can follow with the wife or girlfriend of whomever he is speaking.
This is not so wonderful when I am having my quiet recovery time and David needs to verbalize his thoughts at the same time. It is very difficult for me to listen to out-loud thinking. I try to pay attention, but I am constantly trying to pick out what I really need to listen to. After a little while, it is just too difficult keeping up with the start-stop pattern and I go back to my own thoughts--thoughts that are quietly remaining in my head. :o)
Neither of us is right or wrong--it is just how we are. I think we complement each other quite nicely most of the time.
If you have an introvert on your hands, please read the instructions below. If you are an introvert, I think you will appreciate Mr. Rauch's thoughts on our section of the world population.

Caring for Your Introvert
By Jonathan Rauch
Atlantic Monthly March 2003

Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate?

If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?

If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans, that introverts process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

I know. My name is Jonathan, and I am an introvert.

Oh, for years I denied it. After all, I have good social skills. I am not morose or misanthropic. Usually. I am far from shy. I love long conversations that explore intimate thoughts or passionate interests. But at last I have self-identified and come out to my friends and colleagues. In doing so, I have found myself liberated from any number of damaging misconceptions and stereotypes. Now I am here to tell you what you need to know in order to respond sensitively and supportively to your own introverted family members, friends, and colleagues. Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts. It pays to learn the warning signs.

What is introversion? In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn't antisocial. It isn't a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: "I'm okay, you're okay—in small doses."

How many people are introverts? I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—"a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population."

Are introverts misunderstood? Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. "It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

Are introverts oppressed? I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I've read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics.

Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, "Don't you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?" (He is also supposed to have said, "If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it." The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.)

With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

Are introverts arrogant? Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I'm not making that up, either), "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so.

The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice? First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.

Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"

Third, don't say anything else, either.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Pancakes

It took me a few years to adopt the tradition of Saturday pancakes. David's grandparents always served their children pancakes on Saturdays and his mom carried it on when his parents were married.
One reason for my delay is before Landen started school, all of our days at home-- except for Sunday--felt very much the same. I was just as likely to make pancakes on Thursday as I was on Saturday. The other reason is I've always tended to resist the rule that you have to eat a certain food on a certain day. For example, some families always have soup on Sundays. I've always questioned--what if you come home from church and really would rather have roast beef or an omelet instead of soup? My creative right brain just cannot accept having the same food on the same day of the week for the rest of my life!
So, now on MOST Saturdays I serve up Grandma Rosemarie Melius' pancakes. The kids love to help me stir the ingredients. This morning was Teresa's first time helping me stir. Sorry--I do not have a picture of the occasion. I was too occupied making sure the pancake batter all stayed in the bowl and on the counter!
My family LOVES pancakes--Landen especially. Someday I would like to do an experiment and see how many meals in a row Landen could have pancakes and not get tired of them. I was never much of a pancake fan until I had these.
Grandma Rosemarie was a wonderful grandma and one of my dearest friends. I am glad I can now make these pancakes and her famous molasses crinkles for my family. I rejoice that she is in heaven, but still once in awhile wish she were here to share conversation over coffee. At her house, the coffee pot was always on and ready for visitors.
I hope your family enjoys these pancakes as much as Claire and Rosemarie Melius' descendants have for many years!

Favorite Pancakes
(I always double for my family)
1 egg
1 cup buttermilk OR milk
1 T oil
1 cup flour
1 T sugar
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. soda
1/4 tsp. salt

Blend egg, oil, and milk and then add dry ingredients. Beat until moistened and pour onto greased griddle.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Fed Up Friday

It has been a productive week and a good one, too. Not as peaceful as last week, but I'll take it. However, today I am FED UP.

I am fed up with people not taking responsibility. Right now I am dealing with about 1/3 of a play cast that isn't coming to practice. To make matters more frustrating, they requested I drive over to school for MORE somewhat-productive practices. (I cannot and will not.) I shouldn't be surprised, since this is my third play and we've probably only had a full cast attend 5 practices amongst all of them. My strategy has been to let them learn from their lack of responsibility, but somehow they have always pulled it together in the end, so not much learning is being done I am afraid. I refuse to be stressed about it. My job is to guide them and make sure they don't mortally wound themselves while building the set. But, I do find it frustrating.

I am tired of texting. That is ALL I see kids--and some parents--do anymore! To make matters worse, they spell words like "school" weird like "skewl." What is this--revenge of the English class drop outs?? By the way--YOUR means YOUR and YOU'RE means YOU ARE. My biggest texting pet peeve, however, is talking to someone (especially someone I may only see a few times a year) and have them take out their phone and return a text while I am talking to them! (And--no--I am not talking about HS students here.)

I am tired of the negativity. (How ironic since I'm being negative today!) Our family no longer watches "Squawk Box" or "Mad Money" during meals. I absolutely could not have those people spouting off about the stock market or downturned economy while I was trying to have a pleasant meal with my family. It was giving my ulcer a "stimulus" to act up again!
I'm no Pollyanna, but COME ON! This world is not perfect and it never will be. It is no worse in this era than it has been before--read your history books. To quote my Great Grandma Kallas--"This world was never meant to be heaven." If we all take care of our own little corners of the world, the world has no choice to become a little better place. This is another negative thing about technology. We are now able to see everything bad that is happening and has happened in the world as soon as we log onto the Internet or turn on Fox News.
I just spent a weekend with my parents and sister last weekend, and even though we talked almost constantly, it is funny how the downturned economy or crooked government never came up. It was nice. And you know what? I haven't noticed anything bad happen because of our lack of attention given to those issues over our cups of coffee.
There--I think I'm done. You know, most of the time life flows along just fine and I really have no complaints--or not many anyway. So, please forgive me for being FED UP today!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Mission: Organization

When I last posted yesterday afternoon, I was on my way to look through one plastic crate for the boys' summer clothes. My project, including a few breaks, ended at 9:30pm last night.
I first went through the crate to make sure there was nothing that the boys should be wearing right now. I found a couple pairs of jeans that Landen missed the boat on, but figured Nathan might like having some brand new jeans next year for a change. (He actually loves his brother's hand me downs, for which I am very thankful!) I also found a few things Landen could wear to school now along with some summer clothes and put the larger sizes back in the crate. Teresa and I headed downstairs with a pile of summer clothes to put in the boys' dresser.
When I opened the dresser drawers, I realized that some of the things in Landen's drawers were getting too small and Nathan's drawers were horribly disorganized. First thing, Nathan became the proud owner of his brother's 4th of July 2008 Old Navy tshirt. He put it on right away and called it his "pepperoni" shirt. You know, like the song--"Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony. Stuck a feather in his hat and called it PEPPERONI"? It took me forever to realize what song he was requesting on the swings when he kept asking for the "Pepperoni Song"! Of course, it was "Yankee Doodle"!
With hand-me-downs behind me, I realized that Nathan's "new" clothes would not fit in his drawer with the old. Since that drawer had both dress clothes and play clothes in it, I decided to hang up all of the boys' "Sunday" pants and shirts in their closet. I noticed as I hung up the first few pairs of Nathans's khakis that the closet pole was leaning a bit. A few seconds later, the pole, everything hanging on it, the shelf above and the bedding on it came crashing down. My handiwork had failed! I had gotten so tired of waiting for David to finish the closet last summer that I went to Menards, bought what I needed, and did it myself. He was impressed and I was, too. It turns out I missed the studs on two of the brackets (even with a stud finder) and used screws that were too short.
With the drill & screws at school (play set construction week), there was nothing we could do about it last night. I cleared out the trim boards we had been storing in there and put a plastic shelf unit on the floor to hold their clothes until we can hang them once again.
After teaching a piano lesson, making and eating supper, and putting 2 of the 3 kids to bed, I headed to the store room to put Nathan's too-small clothes in a plastic tote. While I was in there, I realized that I had a few totes of boys' clothes that my friend Rachel could take home for her baby boy when she visits in a few weeks. So, I pulled those out. Then I realized they all said "12-24 months" with a mixture of each inside. With all of my kids in bed by then and David working outside, I decided I could do a better job than that for her. I went through every outfit, organized them according to size, and kept anything unisex that Teresa could wear.
When I finally finished that project, I was ready for bed, but feeling very good about all I had accomplished. I have definitely expanded my knowledge of the boys' clothing inventory sizes 12 months through 6/7 in this house!
I hope we can get the closet put back together tonight. What will my next spring project be? Stay tuned . . . .

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Keeping Inventory

One of the many tasks of a mother is keeping inventory in the home. This can be quite an overwheming task since this responsibility applies to EVERYTHING that comes into and goes out of the house.
"Do we have any more toothpaste?"
"Do you have string for my toy semi trailer?"
"Mom, where is my other elbow pad (that you have kicked around the closet for a year, but I now magically cannot find)?"
"Are there any more razors?"
"No Pepsi?"
"No more Schwan's ice cream?"
"Do we have duct tape/white paint/super glue?"
And the question I ask myself every day . . . "Why is there always only one shoe and glove per child? I KNOW I buy them in pairs!"
I have to say, I usually do pretty well. I keep a running shopping list and on a good day can make it from the bathroom to the kitchen and remember to write down anything we need from there. I have thought of putting a note pad in the bathroom, too, but so far I haven't gotten that far.
As a rule that I try to keep one, and hopefully two, extras on hand of everything we use often. After living blocks away from a grocery store for my first 22 years, I didn't really know what David was thinking when he built several large pantry shelves in our utility room. I also wondered why we had to buy the biggest deep freeze we could find with our wedding money. Now the shelves are filled to near capacity with reserve groceries and, especially when we get a quarter of beef, the larger freezer is a necessity.
Once in awhile, something catches me off guard. I come up a cup short on flour after I have started the pizza dough or realize I am down to my last tablespoon of cocoa and the brownie batter is waiting. This is when I am especially thankful for my neighbors who come to my rescue.
Now I am off to go through the boys' clothes to see what they have for the summer months. I should remember from last fall, but a mom can only keep track if so much. And, yes, most importantly, the Pepsi and ice cream supply is currently sufficient.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Rocks

Landen has a new hobby--collecting rocks. It started last fall when he found some neat rocks with fossils. Ever since the snow has melted, every rock he finds outside is a potential prized possession.
Landen stuffs his coat pocket full of rocks on every outing. I frequently pick up his coat from the entry floor and find it surprisingly heavy with the weight of his newest finds. I don't know how he can stand to play outside with a coat that is that heavy! A few days ago, I found a rock in the dryer. He had stuffed a few into his jeans pockets and had gone unnoticed when I sorted laundry and transferred it to the dryer. Right now there is a small paper bag in our garage labeled "Landen's rocks" from his grandparents' house this past weekend.
Most of the time I just throw the rocks back into the landscaping if they don't look particularly interesting (and Landen is not with me). So far he hasn't caught on to my sneaky behavior.
Going on walks with Landen is nearly impossible since I prefer to speed walk behind the stroller and her prefers to treat each walk as a carefully executed treasure hunt. Since we live in the country, there is no safe route. Every road is graveled with millions and millions of rocks.
Landen started with a shoebox, but that is quickly becoming too small. He has requested a larger box, but I think his Dad has a better plan--creating a pretty pile of rocks outside.
As far as collecting things goes, I suppose rocks are one of the best things to collect. After all, they are free and, like I said, everywhere. I just hope he keeps his enthusiasm for rock collecting for someday when he needs to help pick rocks in the field!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Sharpie

Landen can never remember the name for Sharpie permanent markers--and he asks for one often. It seems he always has something to label and only a "Squinchie" will do.

Is Spring Really Here?


After our weekly blizzards, I guess I gave up on spring arriving altogether. I haven't even been paying much attention to the weather forecasts lately. I just figure it is going to be too cold and/or windy to play outside.
It was a looonng morning--and that was just the first hour! After the kids had visited grandparents every day since Friday, they were going through what I refer to as "grandma detox" this morning. They've all done it since they were tiny babies. Then it was them wanting to be held all day long as they had just experienced with their loving grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. for several days. Now it is my undivided attention they want. And snacks. All of the time.
After what felt like a full day, but was only a few hours, I sat them in front of the TV to maintain the bit of sanity I had left and went outside to take out the trash. Oh, happy day, it was actually WARM outside!
I let them finish watching "Olivia" and then we were outside playing and working in the yard for most of the day. I even let the boys have a picnic outside for lunch. I think Callie the dog was most excited about that idea as she scored several chips and most of their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches! I brought Nathan and Teresa in for naps earlier, but Landen stayed out until 3pm. After everyone was awake again, we went back outside for more fun.
I hope we can have another day just like it again soon.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Happy Easter!

"For God so loved the world that he gave his only son, so that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life."

Happy Easter!

On a secular note, I hope the Easter Bunny leaves a big basket of chocolate at your house! I also hope the Easter Bunny doesn't notice that a few Reese's Peanut Butter eggs are already missing when he arrives here!

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Catching My Breath

I don't know if it is the sun shining and somewhat warmer temps, the new behavior chart that has been working, or whatever else, but I have felt like I am catching my breath this week.
Coming home from Aberdeen on Monday night, I remembered when I last felt like this. My first year of teaching was one of the most stressful years of my life. Any teacher will tell you the first year is the hardest because every lesson plan, every test, every bulletin board is a brand new creation and there is no one else who can do it. I was just thankful I only had 30-some papers to grade instead of 100 as I would have had at other area schools. Whenever there was an "off" day, I felt like I could breathe again and hopefully get ahead to be ready for the next day.
Having the three kids at home has been much like that first year of teaching--only different lessons are taught--some successfully and other times not. With our relatively quiet days lately, I feel like I've been given a glimpse of the light at the end of the toddler tunnel. Maybe this week is just a sort of "inservice day" or "snow day" in my world, but I am enjoying the breather as long as it lasts.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Know a good plumber?

There is something wrong with our toilet.

Everytime I go to use it, I hear "MOOOMMM!", "Laura?", or "Waaaaaa!" the moment I sit down.

I really need to get that thing fixed.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Who's Your Daddy?

Today was good for blog material . . .

Late this morning, Nathan came running through the house shouting exuberantly, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"
I looked up to see the UPS truck pulling in the yard.

So I wonder--who told him???


Have a good weekend!

So Puzzling

I never tire of seeing my kids learn new things! Nathan and I sat down to do a puzzle together a little while ago. Usually I loosely line up the pieces and he fits them together as we go along.
Well, today as I was lining up a corner for him, he was ignoring my work and was busy assembling Cookie Monster's head all by himself! I still helped a little with the 24 piece puzzle, but he fit most of the pieces. With each piece he correctly fit together, he gave me a smile and satisfied nod.
It made my day.

Jabberbox

Bonus! Two posts today! :o)


Landen has been my little jabberbox since he was born. He has his Dad's social nature and loves conversation. He was only a few months old when he started making a growling sound from morning until night. He was happy as could be--he just needed to make noise. He was the only baby at his daycare and basked in the attention Vickie and his friends Thomas and Tess showered upon him.
After the growling passed, he started with his own Landen language. We couldn't understand much of what he was saying until he turned two, but before that he could converse in jibber jabber like no one I have ever seen. Always the socialite, it made some people uncomfortable when toddler Landen "talked" to them because they didn't know how to answer him. I just assured them that we didn't know what he was saying either--we just nodded or said, "Oh!" and that made him happy.
When he finally got the hang of speaking English, there was no turning back. We found out he had absorbed quite a lot while his brain was figuring out language. At 5, he now has quite the vocabulary, frequently telling me he would be "delighted" to help or he "enjoyed" something he did. He is also a very "curious" (his word) learner and has tons of questions.
I just wish some of the questions had easier answers! Most of the time I just answer the really tough ones with "because that's how God made it" and that usually satisfies him. Some are particularly sweet, like early last summer when he asked me if Teresa would be a baby forever, or a few weeks later when he asked me if we could keep Teresa forever. In a previous post, I mentioned how he recently wondered when she would "talk like a human." I never know what is going to pop into Landen's head next, but I do know he will share it with me as soon as it does!
One particular funny conversation happened awhile back when he was wondering how Teresa came out of my tummy (he has never been concerned with how she got in there in the first place). It went something like this: "How did Teresa get out? Did it Teresa hurt? Were you asleep? Can I have some more macaroni and cheese?"
That brings me up to last night. Determined to keep speaking right up until the last second before their bedroom door was closed for the night, Landen asked me one final question, "Mom, Where do they make wooden barrels?"
My answer? "I don't know. Ask your Dad in the morning."

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

The Circus

It comes once a year and if you have kids, you know it is THE place to be. It is, of course, the Shrine Circus. Aberdeen hosted theirs last week and thankfully we were all healthy and ready to go by Sunday. Papa Butter and Grandma Shirley joined us again this year, which made it even more special.
The kids LOVED it, which is all that matters to me. I don't go to the circus to be entertained myself, although the elephants never fail to impress me. They are always awesome to see. It really is unfortunate that my parents never paid $3 to let me have an elephant ride when they had the chance--now it is $10! My children will have to be deprived of elephant rides, too, I am sure. If they want to spend $20 some day on their own kids, that will be up to them.
I have many circus memories as a child--my favorite probably when they sold balloons at intermission. I had a fascination with shiny mylar balloons and that was always my treat of choice. I noticed when we returned with Landen four years ago (after a several year hiatus between junior high and having my own child) that the Shriners had discontinued selling the balloons. I can think of several explanations why, but I was still a little disappointed to not see the red-hatted men emerging from behind the bleachers with their huge bunches of balloons.
No matter--now everything lights up or flashes! Since our boys are old enough to be influenced by all the flashing souvenirs, David and I like to spoil them once in awhile, and since they get in free anyway, we let them pick one thing they wanted as a souvenir. Landen picked a snow cone in a flashing cup and Nathan decided he wanted a sword. I have watched kids with those light up swords my whole life, but I never thought I would own one! Now I do--I am such a lucky mom!
But, back to the circus itself--for those couple hours, something magical happened. All three kids were mesmerized by the animals, performers, and clowns. The boys traded their souvenirs from time to time without arguing. I was reminded why we return year after year. Sure, the acts are almost always the same, but for our children it is new every year. Their smiles, laughing, and looks of awe are my favorite part. When the lights go down and their eyes get big, I get almost as excited as them to see what the first act will be. Everything went so smoothly, the ring master's announcement at the end of the circus caught me by surprise.
And, when she ended with the customary "May all your days be circus days," I wanted to answer, "You have no idea."