Sunday, October 17, 2010
While this blog is coming to a close, I think you'll enjoy one that's mighty similar:
Creative Family Moments.
This blog will be up for awhile longer though as I hope to save it! It's 3 years of precious quotes, stories, and pictures that I don't want to ever forget!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sam has a new appliance. A bright blue glow in the dark retainer with built in bite plate and hooks for moving teeth. To hold the glowing mass is a matching glow in the dark retainer case.
As you no doubt already know, buying a retainer is like buying a brand new iPod Touch...except it goes in your mouth and hurts and is much smaller and... most importantly, is known for "causing dogs to act uncharacteristically. They will hunt down this retainer because its smell calls out to them." At least that's what the orthodontist said.
So, given this investment we had a HUGE talk about the importance of never ever ever ever losing the retainer.
We went over the rules of where the retainer should and should not go, and that Sam should not breathe heavily on the dog making her nose sniff wildly. The latter rule came about as he walked in the door and tried it. Sigh.
What we never thought of lecturing about was the retainer case. Which was lost on the second day. Yet one of the rules is that you can't take off the retainer unless it is to put it in the retainer case... so mass hysteria erupted.
We looked in dirty laundry bins, violin cases, places I'd never seen before in the bathroom... and I even suggested turning out all the lights. After all, its glow in the dark.
All hope was lost.
Until Mike needed ice for his water.
And guess what we found in the freezer.
No one is admitting anything.
Friday, September 17, 2010
So, I admit, along with the children, that it seems unbelievable that it hasn't even been a month since school started. I wager it's because getting back into new routines and new schedules is, quite frankly, exhausting.
Anabelle came home today so excited. "Mom! Guess what?!? My teacher says today is a holiday!"
I smiled brightly back. The kids have been so excited about my new special project that they're eager to share new things with me as well. Yet, if I wasn't in 'the know' I would've had no idea whatsoever what she was talking about as she exclaimed, "It's CRINKLY BROWN PAPER DAY!"
Mike burst out laughing, and he truly didn't have any idea what she was talking about. "Is that what your teacher said?" he asked.
She smiled and nodded.
"You mean Constitution Day?" I asked.
"Yes!" she beamed.
Mike laughed some more. I laughed a lot once she looked away. She mumbled, "We had to watch a video called 'We Kids.' 'We the People' would've been a better title."
I can't help but agree with her. And all the Constitution Day talk made me really want to watch National Treasure, even though I know that's about the Declaration of Independence, which prompted a surprisingly intellectual discussion from my children. It made my heart so glad.
Then they got into an argument on who got the most guacamole and I was back to my normal self.
Katarina is loving--no adoring--band again this year. Her band teacher is so cool that he made it happen for seventh graders to play pep band for football games complete with tailgating. She came home happily filled with hot dogs and cheese curls and bursting with that victory energy that comes after a great performance. In addition, she completed her goal in cross country and finished, yet again, with a better ranking.
Sam started orchestra, and kiwanis kids, and he's still doing cub scouts. All his choice.
I had, however, never seen a boy scout play the violin before, and found it very picture worthy.
And, after all that, I'm exhausted. Thankfully, everyone is in their beds; everyone is actually asleep. I tiptoe, bleary-eyed, down the dark stairs to refill my water, and look towards the kitchen, and almost wet my pants.
My short scream from the sheer shock alerted Mike. The next morning when our alarm went off at 430 a.m. guess which mischievous husband moved the cat to the foot of the stairs?
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Please note: Katarina insisted that I not take any pictures of her in 'this horrible yellow uniform.' I sadly put away my camera, and then Mike showed up, as Katarina had just taken off running. He said he can't abide with no pics for sports, and took this picture. So thank him for this shot.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Then Mike started reading the books and got hooked. I, having never read one, went to a Women of Faith conference, heard that Max was speaking on David and Goliath and yawned. Seriously? What else could I learn from that? A lot, I found out.
Yet, book purchases slowed as I realized that a lot of the 'new' books were actually snippets of prior books put together. The best of the best. Not a bad idea really when you put together that the man has been writing for 25 years.
Then Thomas Nelson offered me an advanced copy of Max's newest book, Out Live Your Life, to review. Suh-weet! Gift for Grandpa! Then I began reading and my delight turned into full engagement. It's rare for me to say, "Read this book." or even "Get this book." but I'm saying it. In Max's unique writing voice, his illustrations take you down a path that you think is familiar until suddenly your vulnerable heart becomes aware of a new side. "Ohhhh..." New thoughts lead to new feelings and suddenly you've got a bit of mind renewing...and heart transformation.
The author begins by sharing a heart changing moment when in a short time frame he'd heard questions about what he would've done had he... been a German in WWII, or lived in the South during the civil rights. All hypothetical questions that, just like me, could only been answered with "I hope I would've...." But then someone asked him this: "When your grandchildren discover you lived during a day in which 1.75 billion people were poor and 1 billion were hungry, how will they judge your response?"
Don't be afraid; this book won't make you feel guilty. What it will do is stir your heart, your mind, and hopefully your feet to what God is specifically calling for you. It'll help you walk through the book of Acts with new eyes and perhaps walk through your own day to day life with new perspective.
I shouldn't have been surprised, but was, when I closed the book and saw in small font on the bottom of the back, the publisher's words: "One hundred percent of the author's royalties from Outlive Your Life products will benefit children and families through World Vision and other ministries of faith-based compassion."
So there you go. Oh, and the book is being released today.(ebook version won't be released until the 14th though.) I've provided links on the side of the website. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The Butterfly Effect is a beautifully illustrated book designed to lift your spirits into purpose-filled motion. The book describes people in history that have impacted our lives. One is a nobel prize winner credited with saving 2 billion people, but then the author begins to work his way backwards, attempting to find who exactly is really responsible with saving this amount of people. What was it that inspired these history changers to make such decisions and actions? It's an enjoyable read filled with little known stories in history. I was glad to have read the e-book version provided by Thomas Nelson/Booksneeze for review, and can see it making a nice coffee table book for guests to pick up and become engaged for ten minutes. It's a quick read.
For a gift book, I can give it 4 out of 5 book lights.
The Boy Who Changed the World is the child version of The Butterfly Effect by the same author, intended to inspire little ones that they can make a difference by the decisions they make, even as a child. It's the same stories, except with some parts deleted that were likely considered too violent or too descriptive for children. It's a good book, and as an adult, I enjoyed it, but for children it still comes across as several history lessons with pictures. Eager learners will perhaps still like it, but I believe the child who will appreciate this book will be old enough to read it himself, or for the 8 to 10 year old that still likes a parent to read a book to them at bedtime. I reviewed this as an e-book from Thomas Nelson/ Booksneeze, and while I could easily navigate it and zoom in on pictures and select text, I think this version would be much better in hardback form. As a children's book for older readers, I give it 2.5 out of 5 book lights.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Today we had such a moment after we'd been hunting for a car for Mike as the nights and early mornings progressed to chilly temperatures, and he's been riding his motorcycle. This weekend, we settled the hunt. Although we had been trying to find a small car like a Dodge Neon or Geo Metro, we found an old Suzuki Sidekick kept by an original owner and maintained by a professional mechanic. I've never seen a car this old kept so well. So for 1500, we added a member to the family. The kids loved it. And Mike promptly took them out for 50 cent ice cream cones leaving me in a blissfully quiet home -- which means that now I love the car too.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Anyway, on the third day he brought home papers from school. The first, he explained, was from when they played a game. You've heard of two truths and a lie, no doubt. Well it's the same except two lies and a truth. Mike and I eagerly wanted to know what he picked.
1. My favorite thing to do is video games.
2. Obama is a good president, in my opinion.
3. I have a sideways lightning bolt shaped wrinkle.
We started laughing, Mike and I both sure which one was the truth.
"Everybody got it wrong," Sam said.
"Yeah, no one guessed the wrinkle."
Mike and I looked at each other, both confused. "What?"
Then Sam proceeded to make the funniest face we'd ever seen, contorting his eyebrows funny ways until Anabelle said nonchalantly, "There."
Sam relaxed. Apparently these two had spent time discussing his SIDEWAYS lightning bolt shaped wrinkle on his forehead.
We couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Well I learned something new about you too," I said.
"But Sam, if video games aren't your favorite thing to do, what is?" Mike asked, later.
Sam pursed his lips. "I don't know... maybe Chuck E. Cheese?"
"Where," Katarina said, authoritatively, "you use tokens to play video games."
"Nah," Sam replied. "You get tickets and have to stop after a couple minutes. Doesn't count as video games."
I'd take a picture of the sideways lightning bolt wrinkle if I could, but I never could see what they were talking about. That probably means I'm a muggle.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
To: Subdivision Mgmt.
CC: My Blog
Dear Home Association Management,
It was me. The guilt is overwhelming, and I must fess up. I know I acted like it wasn’t me and just sniffed along with everyone else in the neighborhood when they were all sniff sniff “Do you smell that? It smells like vinegar! I wonder what’s going on?” I realize it was wrong to just nod and say, “Yeah. Weird.” and grab my mail and hustle inside, but in my defense, do you realize just how hard the water is here?
See, I was in the bathroom, leaning over the tub and attempting to decalcify our humidifier since my dear, poor young son was suffering from the worst case of sniffles I've seen. If you’d have seen his poor miserable face, you’d understand that I had to do something – I had to make the humidifier work at its best!
But when I opened up the humidifier casing it was the worst case of calcification I had ever seen; it was as if I was breeding chalk. Unbelievable considering it’s a new humidifier and had only been used for a month! So, I took up the brand new bulk size jug of vinegar into my bathroom, leaned over to pour a bit, and… well, my hands were wet so it slipped out of my hands... Yes, most of the gargantuan jug spilled into my bathtub.
I quickly went into crisis mode and flung up the bathroom window, cranked the ventilation fan, and slammed the bathroom door so the smell wouldn’t progress into my house. And thankfully it didn’t. But I had no idea the wind would carry the smell so powerfully, as if the vinegar spill was actually a tanker in the street.
Although, now that I think about it, the wind/ventilation fan effect does explain the uncanny timing all the school children have of ringing my doorbell when I’m baking cookies or pizza.
And, while I'm apologizing anyway, I know that I have not been keeping the ordinance to weed my flower bed every single day, but, again, in my defense, who really does besides the lone retired man who hates people down the street? Does the lady with the clipboard really have to evaluate all our flower beds? Honestly, do we really need that rule? Couldn’t we make it weed weekly or monthly, but not daily?
If you want a good rule, how about you address the school children who ring my door constantly? I’ll admit that at first I thought it was cute when they were trying to sell their services of watering my yard when it was raining. And again when they were trying to sell me curled up dandelions for a quarter. But the thing is, even after we reach the double digits of me saying no to them, they still come… last time they tried to sell me DumDum lollipops for a dollar… EACH. If this keeps up, I’m going to stop answering my door and do you really want that when your lady with the clipboard comes by to tell me my edging isn’t up to snuff?
I’m sorry, I was really writing to apologize for the vinegar scare and not to give my opinion. Please do not take away my pool key deposit. But, speaking of pools, I’d be remiss not to express my concern in how you’re handling the pool situation.
I’m very glad that the teenage vandals didn’t start in on the pool until the season was almost over, but the way you handled it… I just don't get. Granted, the man on the Home Association Pool Board was very kind to volunteer his time to dissuade the teenagers from their ways, but… frankly, I’m not sure his motorized wheelchair is fast enough to actually scare the teenagers. It did, however, scare the adults when he slammed his wheelchair into the pool gate... repeatedly. So much so, in fact, that I ran up to him the second time he did it to see if he needed help only for him to tell me he was just making sure the lock on the gate was working. “It’s usually open when it shouldn’t be,” he explained. “That’s how they keep getting in.”
I looked around. A few feet from the widely spaced bars surrounding the pool there is a big red button labeled “EXIT” that when pushed, opens the gate. I’m no genius but… I don’t think the pool gate lock is the problem. And I don’ think volunteers need to bang up their legs to find that out.
In conclusion, I’m sorry about the vinegar and your rule on Christmas lights being down by July is really a good one. The planes were flying a little too close for my comfort.
A resident who was surprised to find out the “Over the Hedge” lady must have been based on truth.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
So, I found out that today is National Dream Day. I didn't know what it meant, but that didn't matter, it sounded like a good holiday to have our annual event on, as Backwards Day could be interpreted as a bizarre dream the next day when you woke up.
And bizarre it has been. Even Mike got into the spirit of the day and came downstairs with his clothes on backwards, causing me to start the day laughing. The kids recalled that our names are the same even spelled backwards, but that we were to call them: Aniratak, Ellebana, and Leumas. They insisted we even call the dog, Ragus, which sounds very amusing, but gains strange looks when the neighbors dropped by unexpectedly and the kids were trying frantically to get the dogs attention by the name that still gave them giggles.
"Ragus! Ragus! Here, Ragus!"
Schedule went as follows:
8 a.m. Bedtime snack a.k.a yogurt/fruit smoothie
10 a.m. Dessert (Popcorn & mms) along with a movie. This year we picked Monsters Inc. I thought it was a good choice on Backwards Day and Dream Day when I thought about the plot, until I found out that Dream Day actually refers to the day that Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his "I have a dream speech" years ago and is one of three emancipation holidays to honor his work. In fact, to truly celebrate the day you are supposed to wear white and black in honor of the speech. I looked at the kids dressed in their typical summer garb, backwards. Yep, I had to stop telling them we were celebrating Dream Day too.
Noon. Dinner Time! (Chicken Tacos)
2 p.m. A trip to Chuck E. Cheese --- no food or drink orders, just playing games. Instead of the kids actually screaming and running away from Chuck E. yelling, "It's a big fat rat running a crooked casino for children!!!!" (thanks, Tim Hawkins.) they had the chance to win tickets from Chuck E. if they danced with them. I convinced Sam that would definitely follow Backwards Day philosophies so he joined in -- dancing when Chuck said to dance and when Chuck said to clap... well, I was glad I didn't see that he actually put his hand under his armpit, and well... made noises. Mike told me later. At the time, I had wondered why Mike was laughing so much....
Anyway, Chuck E. threw out loads of tickets pinata style and Sam didn't even try to collect them. Instead, he sat down... on a pile that landed in front of him, and waited until the kids left, then collected them. He explained this works like a charm so kids aren't trying to grab your tickets or, in the case of pinatas, candy from you.
4 p.m. Lunch Time (Light snack of fresh guacamole and some veggies/dip/chicken salad.)
7 p.m. Breakfast (Eggs, bacon, fruit, and a pop-tart for those that were still hungry.)
8 p.m. Watch Shaun the Sheep episode backwards
8:30 Get in bed in time to 'wake up'
9 p.m. It's dawn and everyone is asleep. And, in my opinion, ready to start school after an awesome summer.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I'll reveal why I know this in the very near future, but nevertheless, I felt the need to post some strange music in honor of the day. My kids, incidentally, don't find this strange--they find it hilarious. So I watched it again.
I still don't get it.
But hey, maybe you will. And, if you're feeling cantankerous, then maybe today is your day, as tomorrow is Kiss and Make-Up Day. If you're lucky you can take advantage of some of the free cards and great flower deals going on that day. Frankly, I find it a bit disturbing that everyone in my family has picked a fight today not knowing about Kiss and Make-Up Day tomorrow. I won't go into conspiracy theories, I'm just saying....
And speaking of weird, enjoy the Strange Music.
I've been itching to start a deep study lately so when Tyndale offered me the chance to review a Life Application Bible Study, I jumped on it. Life Application -- I love that title, as I don't want to simply read the Word and let it slip away. So I had lofty thoughts of doing the study as a family or maybe just as a couple to try it out.
Then I opened it up. "A Note to Readers" in tinier print than this blog with literally no spacing between sentences took my three times to not read. In other words, I tried and couldn't succeed-- it was that wordy, and, in essence, defending and documenting the history of the New Living Translation. What followed was the introduction about translation philosophy and methodology and the team... again in the same tiny print that makes newspapers and grocery receipts look like large print reading.
It's not until 15 pages into it that you get to the actual scripture and even then the commentary takes up more of the page than the verses and it's harder to read than my study bible. And I took Theology in college and read a 700 page textbook so I'm no stranger to commentary. This is simply not for the average person hungering to learn more. This is for someone who enjoys to immerse themselves in academic study.
Finally the questions. They start off very slow and very impersonal. A lot of what do some people, what to do some Christians, type of questions. If you're patient enough it gets to some good personal questions but I doubt many are going to get that far. If you choose this book for a small group, just know that most of your attendees are not going to be reading any of the pages prior to the questions. And I don't blame them. But if you want to have a goal of what to read on your own and then use the questions for discussion, then it's not half bad. 2.5 book lights out of 5.
Translation: Mom, will you....?
I'm having fun with it. Admittedly, I'm no hairstylist but I'm gradually getting better. Last night, Kat wanted two tight braids before she went to bed (for super wavy hair this morning). When I was done, I leaned back, admiring my work and said, "From behind you look like an American Girl doll!"
Then I proceeded to experiment wrapping her waist-long braids up and around her forehead to which she responded, "Except unlike a doll, I have a nervous system!"
Hmm... apparently I pulled a little much.
Sam has grown a new appreciation for Legos, especially anticipating our turn at the new Lego Harry Potter Wii games (which look hilarious) that we've requested from the library. Yes, you know times have changed when you can check out DS and Wii games from your local library!
Anyway, our living room became Lego-topia for a few days.
Given Mom's ability to only cope with one night of outdoor camping, I promised the kids they could camp in the backyard. Except we found out that not even two airbeds fit in our big tent. Anabelle didn't mind deflating them.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Cameras-- on a total tangent-- Remember when we had only 24 shots to work with and had to pay money for the film and the developing and had to wait for days until it was done and there was no editing unless you had a scanner... I'm still in awe. And going on a tangent like this makes me feel old. Anyhoo, I got home and asked the kids to hand over their SD cards. I imported a whopping 329 photos. Sheesh. And, found out that during my peaceful rose garden walk that the kids were quite busy. I deleted a third of the photos, but was surprised that two-thirds were really quite good... and/or entertaining.
Here, for mostly my personal enjoyment, is a video slideshow of all the photos my little photographers took in the course of 45 minutes. The video itself is about six minutes -- I'm trying to become bi-lingual so this is my first Windows movie (I speak Mac) and the captions didn't go where they were supposed to and the processor had problems with the music - in the big pause just imagine a rockin' sax solo - so... just enjoy the pics, and it looks better if you keep it orginal size -- full screen is available at a whopping 75 mb. (:
Friday, August 13, 2010
Today's best moment was a trip to the pool and watching the kids pretend to be penguins dancing in the ocean, then seeing them pretend to be synchronized swimmers in a dramatic fashion. (It was very funny.)
Then I got home and after cleaning the kitchen for what must have been the tenth time that day, the children walked in the kitchen and got out a most messy snack. I had a "THAT'S IT!" moment followed by a nice little reminder lesson on cleaning up after themselves and what that looked like.
Katarina smiled. "Great. It's the No Crumb Left Behind Act."
Sam burst out laughing. She's too funny for her own good. But I'll admit it, it's my new favorite moment of the day.
Very confused, it takes me minutes before I realize that someone has cut a 'collector's card' out from the back, expertly, as there are no other cuts anywhere on the box.
I look around the kitchen to see our youngest with wide eyes. I purse my lips and raise an eyebrow. "What?" Anabelle exclaims with a shrug. "I used safety scissors."
Explaining that you're supposed to wait until AFTER the cereal is gone, I open the box to transfer the cereal to a container only to find a gaping hole in the bag, leaking cereal at an alarmingly fast rate. "YOU CUT THE PLASTIC TOO?!"
She scrunched her face tightly, as if really embarrassed. "It got cut at the same time as the box!"
I tried really hard not to laugh. I failed. She looked relieved. Cuteness truly must be a child's greatest defense.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Always first on my summer to-do list is a trip to the library. The library program here is very different from previous summer programs but the kids got some tickets to go ice skating. Suh-weet!
In addition, some trips to see baseball games!
Many trips to the zoo and the science center, combined with hiking, geo-caching, a trip to the water park, more visits from friends and seeing the beautiful sand dunes, chatting in deck chairs, watching the fireworks...
Trips to the dentists, losing teeth...
A Harry Potter Movie marathon complete with butterbeer and a stop by the trolley cart right at the same time as the movie (Sam asks to repeat this event many times, and requests that next time it be followed by a great feast like in the books). Thanks to my birthday and father's day being on the same day, we treated ourselves to a chinese restaurant lunch and a Toy Story 3 matinee-- this made the summer highlight list.
Next, the BIG event of the summer-- a trip to North Carolina to see family and celebrate my brother getting married! The kids did fabulously on the trip -- all managing to carry their own carry on luggage and backpack each. I brought those Pop Top things that make soda cans turn into bottles and the flight attendants happily cooperated by giving the children their own can each to avoid possible spills. Sam said one of the highlights was getting to eat a Quizno's sandwich on the trip. My son loves a good cheesesteak.
Sam made an excellent usher, although he balked when he found out that ladies would actually be TOUCHING him when he led them to their seats.
Anabelle took her job as flower girl very seriously in the chapel that honestly looked like a castle.
Katarina enjoyed being a reader and getting the best seat in the house for the wedding and getting to see her uncle and then soon-to-be aunt's facial expressions during the ceremony.
Following the wedding was an awesome dance, and before we knew it, we had one exhausted family.
The day following the wedding we were able to spend more time with family and just enjoy each other.
Anabelle engaged fellow travelers in conversation on the plane on the way home. Of course, she ignored them the entire flight until we landed then whispered to me, "Is it okay to talk to them?"
The next thing I know I hear a voice that sounds remarkably like mine say, "So are you from here?"
Passenger answers then Anabelle continues. "Oh, then what was your trip for?"
Passenger gives a little more lengthy answer, now smiling.
"Well, I went to my uncle's wedding and got to be flower girl and saw Despicable Me at a movie theater and got a mood ring from my Grandma and... "
Passenger is now grinning ear to ear as they learn which color means excited and which color means flirty-- at which point Anabelle explains that this means you smile at boys you like.
We also managed to escape for a small camping trip. Sleeping in tents. No running water. No electricity. No real bathrooms close by.
I barely lasted one night. Of course, in my defense, it partly had to do with cows making noises that seriously made me wonder what they did at night, a flock of geese holding a party, dogs trying to out bark each other, our car battery dying at 3 a.m. and thus shutting off Mike's sleep machine, and a deranged rooster that someone trained to doodle-doo in a snooze-alarm style... as in every fifteen minutes until everyone is awake in the tri-state area.
Yet, with sleep-filled eyes, I cuddled with the kids in the early morning hours in their sleeping bags (it's cold in the mountains at night!) and listened to their account of their interpretation of the 'adventures' they heard going on in the middle of the night.
Here Sam is catching a fish... I mean flipflop with his bare hands. The creek/river was ice cold from snow melt, but so fun to wade in!
We also were able to see friends on this camping trip, which really was the highlight and our families enjoyed each other during the day exploring the wilderness until Mike and I reached full zombie status and drove quickly back to our nice comfy beds.
Anabelle found a beautiful heart shaped rock.
Anabelle summed it up nicely when she said, "I don't like sleeping outside, but I like being outside... in the wild." Yep. She's my daughter.
And... we walked in the door and passed out.
And if you're wondering, even the dog has had a busy summer full with playdates, running, and more. She's worn out too.
Yes, definitely not a boring summer.