It's the most wonderful time of the year... my children of course want a hippopotamus for Christmas, well, at least an alligator, a platypus, Legos, a dog house (for the play puppies, not the real dog), a million princess barbies, more Legos and everything that happens to come on the computer, TV screen or mail order catalog.
Mostly, my children are just as excited to unwrap a bottle of ketchup or bag of chips because for them- it's all about the unwrapping.
After previous experiences, I no longer put any presents under the tree until Christmas morning. Even Christmas Eve has backfired since we all came down to find our surprises already opened by a very proud Tiger. But this year, the kids found wrapped presents from their grandmas and stacked them themselves. OK. I'll let them have those presents (Grandma after all knows us well and double wrapped all the gifts in heavy duty boxes).
Rhino has carried his presents with him, smelling them and just holding them close. Tiger has opened his a few times but now has an endless supply of paper and tape to re-wrap his gift so that he might enjoy the same experience tomorrow (and yes, he does look surprised every time). Puppy keeps counting hers to make sure Tiger hasn't touched them and Monkey is just ecstatic to hold any box and call it her own... much to Rhino's dismay who quickly corrects her.
Homeschooling has made this Christmas season a little different. No class parties to bake for, teachers gifts to prepare (one year I had 27 between the 2 boys!) and no time to shop during the day without any kids. Luckily I became a fan of online shopping years ago (let's face it- I was always at school with the kids and very rarely alone) and once again Santa received help from UPS and Fed Ex. The kids got so excited every time "that" knock came or they saw the truck stop, we decided to leave a box of cookies and carton of milk for them both because it felt like we were waiting for Santa (nobody can prove the sleigh is red... it might be brown sometimes too)!
The downside to being so prepared is having a curious Tiger that can uncover anything that even remotely smells like a present. Doors, sheets, ropes, locks- nothing keeps a Tiger away from his prey!
I know the children will love their gifts- I just hope they love them as much the second (and in some cases TENTH) time they open them...
My kids get to open quite a few gifts on Christmas morning and even starting a few days before (what's Christmas without pajamas), but the gifts are not all door busters. Some finds come from the thrift store and others the grocery store. In fact, you will actually find bottles of ketchup under our tree. There are a few toys and desired wish list items but they'll be next to the shoes, pants and underwear... like I said, my kids are happy to open anything and since I buy those things anyway, we wrap them up and let them count as a gift.
We spent sparingly this year, something we always set out to do and after all was said and done, all four children's Christmas fit into a large Target bag. It'll be small, but they are so sweet and innocent that they'll act as if we've given them the whole world!
In addition to buying for our own children, we opted to spread our blessings and had the opportunity to provide Christmas for another family through the Heart 2 Home organization. I wasn't sure we'd be able to pull it off at first but Mr. Zookeeper saved some extra money that we were able to share. It was an amazing experience. They too are getting underwear and shoes with just a simple toy but I was literally crying as I walked through the store with this family in mind. I have never met them and knew so little but felt so close to them. No sacrifice was too great and it was a wonderful feeling to wrap the presents with my children and talk about what we were doing. We were Santa's helpers because we can have the same magic that Santa Claus has; the magic of giving. (And might I just add, after sacrificing the money to this family, a friend kindly employed me to play with her son for a few hours a day and just yesterday she gave me an envelope that contained the exact amount of money that we spent- blessings all around!)
Last week school finished for me and the children (I got 3 A's and a B- just saying) and we quickly turned to baking and everything Christmas-y... and of course re- wrapping more presents. The kids are bursting with excitement and I'm not too far behind them... it'll be nice to have Christmas morning arrive so that Tiger can have the green light and I can stop hiding things (and losing things) and locking the whole house up. I LOVE to watch my children's faces light up as they unveil their long awaited anticipation- even for underwear! Shopping for your children is an excellent way to get to know them better. Conversations about what they want and need and how they want to serve others. Christmas movies and stories, caroling at any hour of the day and sharing favorite memories while cutting out a batch of sugar cookies. This year I will also think about the other family that we were blessed to know and help this season, from one mother to another I already love her and her children.
I will think about Christmases past and those who are no longer with us but forever live in traditions and memories. I will think of Christmas present because today is a gift and we get to choose how it's wrapped. And because I am a planner, I will think about Christmases yet to come; I will remember all year round to teach my children about our Savior, the real reason for such a wonderful season.
After going through our children's wish lists the kids anxiously asked me what I wanted Santa to bring me. This was one of the few times (in my entire life) I was speechless. I thought long and hard but as it turns out, every morning is Christmas morning for me. Sure there's work to do but my day is full of surprises, gifts of love and I get to spend my time with my family... a little less ketchup on the tables and more in the bottles would be great but I don't think even Santa has that kind of magic! Truth is, I couldn't think of anything to put on the list because I already have everything I ever wished for!
With a grateful heart and a cheery spirit, Merry Christmas!
12.01.2011
Safe with a Thankful Heart
I have so many things that I am grateful for. I could list them all and the post probably wouldn't be any longer than usual ones but instead, I would like to share a personal story.
The month of Thanksgiving has just ended and mine ended with a bang.
Yesterday, I was at the church with three of my kids. I was making some copies and getting ready for a church meeting later that night. Tiger, Puppy and Monkey were all playing together and the job was running smoothly. I was nearing the end of my tasks when Tiger wanted to take over at the copier. I could not let him do so; who knows what he would have put on the machine and copied let alone how much the machine costs!
When he would not listen, I had to be firm and he left the room angry. Seconds later, I heard a door and ran out after him.
It was freezing temperatures and Tiger had no shoes, I thought there was no way even he would run away in this condition, still, he was nowhere to be found.
I saw a teenager at the door, I figured she must have been trying to get in and that was the door-noise I heard. At first I felt fearful that he would pull the fire alarm, he does that and I wanted to get to him first. I casually walked the halls and called out his name. Nothing. I walked faster and called out louder. I became desperate and started yelling as loudly as I could while frantically checking inside every door and behind every corner. Now I was praying he'd pull the alarm!
I know my son. He runs away often but never turns down a trip to french fry city. "Let's go get some french fries, come on, I'm getting in the van..."
Tigers always come running at that invitation, but mine was not turning up. I was trying to stay calm for the girls' sake but it was no good. My heart was pounding and my mind racing. The girls were now yelling just as loudly as I was.
I second guessed my logical thinking and headed outside. I circled the building in record time and then repeated just in case he turned up. I was calling out to him and then noticed a change in the parking lot. Not only had the teenager left, but a pick up truck that had been parked off in a corner was also gone. My imagination is far too great and I feared the worst.
I called out to my grandmother. She passed away when I was 12 but I know she is with me and looks after my Tiger. I believe she is his personal angel that keeps him safe when I can't. I looked up and cried, "Grandma, please find him and keep him safe until I get there." I then cried to my Father in Heaven to help me get there, wherever 'there' was.
After searching for 10 minutes, I called Mr. Zookeeper for reinforcement, time was of the essence and I needed help.
I dialed my mom who lives six hours away, just because I needed to and when she didn't answer I called out to my grandma again. (Any neighbors within view might have had another reason to question those Mormons always talking to the dead!) I cried some more and then called Mr. Zookeeper again.
I couldn't find Tiger!
I left the girls in the warm foyer as I went to go get the number for the police (we have that number along with the fire department handy). As I came back in the hall, the girls were screaming that they'd heard Tiger call my name.
I listened. I heard nothing. I called out and listened again. Still nothing. Then, out of the dark, I heard his quite voice, "Mom?"
I tracked it like a mother wolf and came upon locked doors. Using my keys I threw the doors open, still he wasn't there.
I searched some more and called out, my voice echoing in the big empty chapel. "Tiger, where are you? Mommy needs you!"
"I'm here, Ta-da."
He was crawling around the floor on his belly underneath the benches. I asked him where he had been, knowing he couldn't answer me and followed his eyes as he glanced towards the table where the young men bless the sacrament each Sunday.
I didn't know whether to hug him or spank him! Since I was in the church and had asked for angelic help, I chose to wrap my arms around his scrawny body and squeeze him as tight as I could. I explained how hiding from mom was a very bad idea. He looked puzzled at my wet eyes and trying to break from my death grip asked, "now we get french fries?"
This incident is not unique in events, we have these crazy moments everyday here at the zoo regardless of how hard we try to convince Tiger that he should not drive the car to Egypt to hike a pyramid or backpack to Africa to kill a rhino- he is a boy with an imagination and obviously places to go.
Whether they run away from you or just grow up, hold your children and tell them how much you love them because one minute they're there, but the next they could be gone.
Thus, as the month of official Thanksgiving ends and the joyous season of Christmas begins, I am thankful for my children and the adventures they take me on. I am thankful for my health and that I can chase them down and that my blood pumps freely as my heart leaps out of my chest. I am grateful for my sweet girls that never stopped looking out for their brother and heard his cries. I am thankful for Rhino who has his own issues but wouldn't run anywhere- especially away from me. I am thankful to a husband that lets me call him frantically any time of the day.
Indeed, I apologize to the teen that I left out in the cold and to the pick up truck driver that I almost sent the police after.
But foremost, I am thankful for the knowledge that I have of Eternal Life. For a Heavenly Father that shows me what it means to be a parent. We all have special needs and in our own ways, run away from Him sometimes. Alas, no matter how we try to hide and think we're just fine scooting around under benches, he knows what's best for us. He never stops calling out to us. He unlocks doors that we unknowingly close and he embraces us with open arms!
I am thankful that my Heavenly Father, creator of worlds has entrusted me with such a special family. It is a duty I do not take lightly and I am thankful that He is constantly by my side in raising them... and finding them. I am thankful for a thin veil that allows us to call upon the power of Heaven and the angels there when our mortality leaves us in need. I have learned so much about the power of prayer, faith and hope. The power of french fries is strong too but unlike heavenly things, they have their limits, as was this case.
In God, we are always safe! For that I am thankful and my heart is full...
The month of Thanksgiving has just ended and mine ended with a bang.
Yesterday, I was at the church with three of my kids. I was making some copies and getting ready for a church meeting later that night. Tiger, Puppy and Monkey were all playing together and the job was running smoothly. I was nearing the end of my tasks when Tiger wanted to take over at the copier. I could not let him do so; who knows what he would have put on the machine and copied let alone how much the machine costs!
When he would not listen, I had to be firm and he left the room angry. Seconds later, I heard a door and ran out after him.
It was freezing temperatures and Tiger had no shoes, I thought there was no way even he would run away in this condition, still, he was nowhere to be found.
I saw a teenager at the door, I figured she must have been trying to get in and that was the door-noise I heard. At first I felt fearful that he would pull the fire alarm, he does that and I wanted to get to him first. I casually walked the halls and called out his name. Nothing. I walked faster and called out louder. I became desperate and started yelling as loudly as I could while frantically checking inside every door and behind every corner. Now I was praying he'd pull the alarm!
I know my son. He runs away often but never turns down a trip to french fry city. "Let's go get some french fries, come on, I'm getting in the van..."
Tigers always come running at that invitation, but mine was not turning up. I was trying to stay calm for the girls' sake but it was no good. My heart was pounding and my mind racing. The girls were now yelling just as loudly as I was.
I second guessed my logical thinking and headed outside. I circled the building in record time and then repeated just in case he turned up. I was calling out to him and then noticed a change in the parking lot. Not only had the teenager left, but a pick up truck that had been parked off in a corner was also gone. My imagination is far too great and I feared the worst.
I called out to my grandmother. She passed away when I was 12 but I know she is with me and looks after my Tiger. I believe she is his personal angel that keeps him safe when I can't. I looked up and cried, "Grandma, please find him and keep him safe until I get there." I then cried to my Father in Heaven to help me get there, wherever 'there' was.
After searching for 10 minutes, I called Mr. Zookeeper for reinforcement, time was of the essence and I needed help.
I dialed my mom who lives six hours away, just because I needed to and when she didn't answer I called out to my grandma again. (Any neighbors within view might have had another reason to question those Mormons always talking to the dead!) I cried some more and then called Mr. Zookeeper again.
I couldn't find Tiger!
I left the girls in the warm foyer as I went to go get the number for the police (we have that number along with the fire department handy). As I came back in the hall, the girls were screaming that they'd heard Tiger call my name.
I listened. I heard nothing. I called out and listened again. Still nothing. Then, out of the dark, I heard his quite voice, "Mom?"
I tracked it like a mother wolf and came upon locked doors. Using my keys I threw the doors open, still he wasn't there.
I searched some more and called out, my voice echoing in the big empty chapel. "Tiger, where are you? Mommy needs you!"
"I'm here, Ta-da."
He was crawling around the floor on his belly underneath the benches. I asked him where he had been, knowing he couldn't answer me and followed his eyes as he glanced towards the table where the young men bless the sacrament each Sunday.
I didn't know whether to hug him or spank him! Since I was in the church and had asked for angelic help, I chose to wrap my arms around his scrawny body and squeeze him as tight as I could. I explained how hiding from mom was a very bad idea. He looked puzzled at my wet eyes and trying to break from my death grip asked, "now we get french fries?"
This incident is not unique in events, we have these crazy moments everyday here at the zoo regardless of how hard we try to convince Tiger that he should not drive the car to Egypt to hike a pyramid or backpack to Africa to kill a rhino- he is a boy with an imagination and obviously places to go.
Whether they run away from you or just grow up, hold your children and tell them how much you love them because one minute they're there, but the next they could be gone.
Thus, as the month of official Thanksgiving ends and the joyous season of Christmas begins, I am thankful for my children and the adventures they take me on. I am thankful for my health and that I can chase them down and that my blood pumps freely as my heart leaps out of my chest. I am grateful for my sweet girls that never stopped looking out for their brother and heard his cries. I am thankful for Rhino who has his own issues but wouldn't run anywhere- especially away from me. I am thankful to a husband that lets me call him frantically any time of the day.
Indeed, I apologize to the teen that I left out in the cold and to the pick up truck driver that I almost sent the police after.
But foremost, I am thankful for the knowledge that I have of Eternal Life. For a Heavenly Father that shows me what it means to be a parent. We all have special needs and in our own ways, run away from Him sometimes. Alas, no matter how we try to hide and think we're just fine scooting around under benches, he knows what's best for us. He never stops calling out to us. He unlocks doors that we unknowingly close and he embraces us with open arms!
I am thankful that my Heavenly Father, creator of worlds has entrusted me with such a special family. It is a duty I do not take lightly and I am thankful that He is constantly by my side in raising them... and finding them. I am thankful for a thin veil that allows us to call upon the power of Heaven and the angels there when our mortality leaves us in need. I have learned so much about the power of prayer, faith and hope. The power of french fries is strong too but unlike heavenly things, they have their limits, as was this case.
In God, we are always safe! For that I am thankful and my heart is full...
11.15.2011
Old dogs and new tricks
I have always hated oatmeal. I wanted to like it, I tried to like it but could never stand the texture in my mouth. I had heard for many years the many health benefits and oh, how I wanted to join the ranks of healthy rib sticking oatmeal eaters.
After C-sections, I'm limited as to what I can eat and after having Monkey, I was served my regular broth and jello; then came the oatmeal (but I guess you saw that coming). I gagged as it came into my room and wondered why they would put me through such torture after they'd already cut me open. I stared at the bowl and knew that if I didn't put this into my stomach, I would get nothing else and if I didn't eat, I didn't have strength to walk and if I didn't walk, I didn't get to go home or get to see my baby in the NICCU.
There I was. A grown woman, now mother of 4 and I was making faces as the spoon of oatmeal came at my mouth. I tried making airplane sounds, that doesn't help. (oh the guilt I felt for every time I came at my children with an airplane imitating spoon!) I touched the oatmeal with my tongue only to spit it out. I tried smelling it a minute and closed my eyes.
When your stomach has staples in it, laughing and coughing does not bring warm fuzzies. Gagging is worse.
The nurse came in and asked if I was done while reaching for my plate. She was very good at her job because when I started crying she quickly stepped back and had the look of "don't mess with a mommy on medication" know- how about her. I said I was trying but just didn't like it. She offered to bring me some peaches and I nearly hugged her (of course she still kept her distance, the whole mommy on medication thing- they can turn on you at any minute. The peaches came but to my surprise it was a slice of a peach and she told me to put it in the oatmeal. I don't know why she wanted me to ruin a perfectly good slice of peach!
I did as told (I'm good at that) and took the first bite. I was swallowed and must have had a look of pride because the nurse clapped for me and got excited for my accomplishment. We truly lose ALL pride when having babies.
Well, it's been 3 years since that experience. Over those 3 years I have continued my quest to eat a bowl of oatmeal with many failures but still a few successes. I tried different fruits, different liquids, different add ins and even different oatmeals (brand and textures). I even tried putting it on my toast and plugging my nose. (I don't recommend the whole nose plugging thing unless you have a tissue close by) I never went back to the airplane but did try a fire engine a time or two (that doesn't help either, it just calls the kids in to watch your failure- which does not help promoting them to taste it with you).
Still, I never gave up. I was determined to add oatmeal to my list of breakfast foods!
I am proud to say that today, yes this very day, I ate a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. No gimmicks, no sounds and no rag in sight. I ate it (and only had a slight twitch in the face) and while I've still yet to love it as much as my cocoa puffs, I dare admit I may have enjoyed it a little bit. Perhaps it was the strawberries, the sugar (WHAT?), or the sure taste of victory that did it for me but either way- I did it.
I did it and I'll do it again, Sam I am!
So, as it turns out, even moms can learn to like new foods! Maybe there is still hope for the sausage and hash brown epidemic that fills my house; or the six pounds of ketchup we go through a week; or the never ending french fries; or the ....
After C-sections, I'm limited as to what I can eat and after having Monkey, I was served my regular broth and jello; then came the oatmeal (but I guess you saw that coming). I gagged as it came into my room and wondered why they would put me through such torture after they'd already cut me open. I stared at the bowl and knew that if I didn't put this into my stomach, I would get nothing else and if I didn't eat, I didn't have strength to walk and if I didn't walk, I didn't get to go home or get to see my baby in the NICCU.
There I was. A grown woman, now mother of 4 and I was making faces as the spoon of oatmeal came at my mouth. I tried making airplane sounds, that doesn't help. (oh the guilt I felt for every time I came at my children with an airplane imitating spoon!) I touched the oatmeal with my tongue only to spit it out. I tried smelling it a minute and closed my eyes.
When your stomach has staples in it, laughing and coughing does not bring warm fuzzies. Gagging is worse.
The nurse came in and asked if I was done while reaching for my plate. She was very good at her job because when I started crying she quickly stepped back and had the look of "don't mess with a mommy on medication" know- how about her. I said I was trying but just didn't like it. She offered to bring me some peaches and I nearly hugged her (of course she still kept her distance, the whole mommy on medication thing- they can turn on you at any minute. The peaches came but to my surprise it was a slice of a peach and she told me to put it in the oatmeal. I don't know why she wanted me to ruin a perfectly good slice of peach!
I did as told (I'm good at that) and took the first bite. I was swallowed and must have had a look of pride because the nurse clapped for me and got excited for my accomplishment. We truly lose ALL pride when having babies.
Well, it's been 3 years since that experience. Over those 3 years I have continued my quest to eat a bowl of oatmeal with many failures but still a few successes. I tried different fruits, different liquids, different add ins and even different oatmeals (brand and textures). I even tried putting it on my toast and plugging my nose. (I don't recommend the whole nose plugging thing unless you have a tissue close by) I never went back to the airplane but did try a fire engine a time or two (that doesn't help either, it just calls the kids in to watch your failure- which does not help promoting them to taste it with you).
Still, I never gave up. I was determined to add oatmeal to my list of breakfast foods!
I am proud to say that today, yes this very day, I ate a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. No gimmicks, no sounds and no rag in sight. I ate it (and only had a slight twitch in the face) and while I've still yet to love it as much as my cocoa puffs, I dare admit I may have enjoyed it a little bit. Perhaps it was the strawberries, the sugar (WHAT?), or the sure taste of victory that did it for me but either way- I did it.
I did it and I'll do it again, Sam I am!
So, as it turns out, even moms can learn to like new foods! Maybe there is still hope for the sausage and hash brown epidemic that fills my house; or the six pounds of ketchup we go through a week; or the never ending french fries; or the ....
10.27.2011
Sisterhood Teamwork
I just wanted to take this opportunity to remind myself that we are all players on the field and are fighting for victory on the same team.
Because I like analogies, I choose to relate my thoughts in the form of a volleyball match. Volleyball is not played alone but like most sports, it consists of players using their strengths to help the team progress. Even if one player could play and win alone, which is highly doubtful, that is not the way the game was meant to be played. We try out to find what we can offer the team- what our strengths are and where we excel. We train everyday so that when game time comes, we bring our best to the court. We focus on the match and we talk to one another to ensure we're all playing the same game.
I was always a back row digger. I could not set or spike to save my life (unless a trampoline was provided and then I looked like a monkey who got tangled up in the vines). I left those roles to people who played them well. Sure, I took my turn in rotations and always tried to improve but it was never a talent I fully acquired. I remember watching on as the coach commented on the designated setters' ability to grab, control and direct the ball with just her fingertips, and how she made it look so effortless. Every time I tried that I thought for sure I would lose a finger! Then there was the gal who came from behind and threw all of her power at the target all while being mid air. Yes, there I thought I would lose a foot or knee but the net usually caught my fall.
I was not very good at either position but I ruled my own. I was terrified of jumping into the air to spike or leaving the set up all in the strength of my wimpy fingers but when that ball was coming at me, regardless of where it was heading or how much speed was behind it- I was there. I'm afraid of heights but have never been afraid to hit the floor. Knee pads protected me as I threw my body at the ground at just the right moment to scoop up the ball and keep it in play. In fact, I spent most of the game on the ground just returning every power hit that came my way; and I loved it!
Then, there was the teammate that sat on the bench and watched us play. She was the designated fill in- if someone got injured or was having a hard time, she was there, ready to take over. Sometimes she was needed and sometimes she was not but she was always there ready to help wherever and whenever she was called. This teammate was priceless.
We all took turns serving, because the only way to score is to serve.
I don't play much volleyball anymore but I do still spend a lot of time on the floor taking hits. I continue to be a back row digger as life's challenges come at me full force and sometimes never ending.
The important thing is not that I retire from the game, but that I continue my training. And the harder the tournament becomes the sharper i need my skills to be. I must keep my body fit to meet the challenges but I must also remember to keep my head in the game. Luckily, we have many coaches to help us do just that.
Also, we need to realize, that when injury comes, we must allow ourselves to heal before we throw ourselves back into our demanding positions. We have subs who are cheering us on and ready to step in and help if we will only accept the time out. Indeed, one player cannot play every position at once or every game without an off season for resting and rejuvenating.
We shouldn't feel bad that we can't retrieve, set and spike all at once. Furthermore, we shouldn't judge ourselves against one another. If your job is to set, why concern yourself with spiking? Acknowledge the talent in the other positions and be willing to rotate as needed but don't spend countless hours putting down your spiking abilities if you will never be called on to spike outside of practice! Don't judge my digging skills if you yourself have never been a back row digger and don't judge your setting skills against my digging; they are not the same and you are skilled in one thing while I am skilled in another- together we compliment the play and prepare the ball for the spiker, who is also good at what she does. Practice all positions but master the talent that has been given you.
It does no good to belittle a teammate or compare ourselves. The only good is to rally together and realize that we are on the same team and bring different strengths that enable us to do the job we have to do. United we win, separate we fall. We must practice, prepare and train ourselves constantly working as a team. When it comes time for the tournament, we must put our game faces on and give the loudest war cry ever heard- because we are women- and when you get enough of us on the same court; we can do anything!
(and then refreshments will follow...)
Because I like analogies, I choose to relate my thoughts in the form of a volleyball match. Volleyball is not played alone but like most sports, it consists of players using their strengths to help the team progress. Even if one player could play and win alone, which is highly doubtful, that is not the way the game was meant to be played. We try out to find what we can offer the team- what our strengths are and where we excel. We train everyday so that when game time comes, we bring our best to the court. We focus on the match and we talk to one another to ensure we're all playing the same game.
I was always a back row digger. I could not set or spike to save my life (unless a trampoline was provided and then I looked like a monkey who got tangled up in the vines). I left those roles to people who played them well. Sure, I took my turn in rotations and always tried to improve but it was never a talent I fully acquired. I remember watching on as the coach commented on the designated setters' ability to grab, control and direct the ball with just her fingertips, and how she made it look so effortless. Every time I tried that I thought for sure I would lose a finger! Then there was the gal who came from behind and threw all of her power at the target all while being mid air. Yes, there I thought I would lose a foot or knee but the net usually caught my fall.
I was not very good at either position but I ruled my own. I was terrified of jumping into the air to spike or leaving the set up all in the strength of my wimpy fingers but when that ball was coming at me, regardless of where it was heading or how much speed was behind it- I was there. I'm afraid of heights but have never been afraid to hit the floor. Knee pads protected me as I threw my body at the ground at just the right moment to scoop up the ball and keep it in play. In fact, I spent most of the game on the ground just returning every power hit that came my way; and I loved it!
Then, there was the teammate that sat on the bench and watched us play. She was the designated fill in- if someone got injured or was having a hard time, she was there, ready to take over. Sometimes she was needed and sometimes she was not but she was always there ready to help wherever and whenever she was called. This teammate was priceless.
We all took turns serving, because the only way to score is to serve.
I don't play much volleyball anymore but I do still spend a lot of time on the floor taking hits. I continue to be a back row digger as life's challenges come at me full force and sometimes never ending.
The important thing is not that I retire from the game, but that I continue my training. And the harder the tournament becomes the sharper i need my skills to be. I must keep my body fit to meet the challenges but I must also remember to keep my head in the game. Luckily, we have many coaches to help us do just that.
Also, we need to realize, that when injury comes, we must allow ourselves to heal before we throw ourselves back into our demanding positions. We have subs who are cheering us on and ready to step in and help if we will only accept the time out. Indeed, one player cannot play every position at once or every game without an off season for resting and rejuvenating.
We shouldn't feel bad that we can't retrieve, set and spike all at once. Furthermore, we shouldn't judge ourselves against one another. If your job is to set, why concern yourself with spiking? Acknowledge the talent in the other positions and be willing to rotate as needed but don't spend countless hours putting down your spiking abilities if you will never be called on to spike outside of practice! Don't judge my digging skills if you yourself have never been a back row digger and don't judge your setting skills against my digging; they are not the same and you are skilled in one thing while I am skilled in another- together we compliment the play and prepare the ball for the spiker, who is also good at what she does. Practice all positions but master the talent that has been given you.
It does no good to belittle a teammate or compare ourselves. The only good is to rally together and realize that we are on the same team and bring different strengths that enable us to do the job we have to do. United we win, separate we fall. We must practice, prepare and train ourselves constantly working as a team. When it comes time for the tournament, we must put our game faces on and give the loudest war cry ever heard- because we are women- and when you get enough of us on the same court; we can do anything!
(and then refreshments will follow...)
10.15.2011
10.13.2011
vanishing act
I have been away. Not so much from life or writing... in fact, my classes have me doing more essays per week than even I have enough words for... but I've tried to distance myself from the typical things that busy up my day.
When I go in to have a baby I leave everything everything at home (truthfully- I've never even taken a suitcase of personal things) and my husband and I go in to do one of the hardest things that exist. Bringing life into this world is hard work and I'm grateful for the months that we have to prepare ourselves for it.
Now, I did not take a break to have a baby but I did take a break to bring new life into my world.
There is nothing wrong with filling your plate from time to time, multitasking is fine when appropriate but when something is troubling us or requires our best effort, we should devote everything we have to it- if it really matters. And if it really does matter than everything else can wait. I don't try to multitask when in labor but rather am focusing on breathing; I am hoping and anticipating for that very moment when the breath of a new life takes mine away.
I would not dream of making calls, answering emails or doing dishes at that time because I wouldn't want to miss it. Life happens and can't be ignored but sometimes it needs to take a backseat to living. I have tried making every breath my kids take just as important to me as the first one. I'm not insane or unreasonable, I'm not talking about following them around or documenting their every move (oh wait, sometimes that's exactly what I do)- but after all, we lived full lives the entire 9 months we were carrying them (except for when they had us vomiting or on bed rest)but when it came to hear a heartbeat, feel a kick or time a contraction- we were there with all of our being completely devoted to the moment (then we blogged or scrap-booked about it).
I have a full plate, my children are a 24/7 all you can eat buffet but luckily I have been blessed with a hearty appetite. That said, I'm just like every other mother and even I get too full at times. Thank goodness for antacids (the husband, the bath, the nap and the ice cream)!
The last few weeks have toppled on top of me. My schedule filled up quicker than I could control (I didn't even have time to take regular potty breaks) and I found myself crossing things of the list that were important but just weren't first priority. I wasn't looking for a leisurely boat ride but a lifesaver that would save me from drowning. Trying to get ready to leave town is always hectic but adding exams, meetings and make up work to all of it made me feel overwhelmed. I just didn't have time to do it all.
The part I don't like to admit. Too often, my kids are the ones that got crossed off. Granted, I made it up to them with a week in Disneyland but as I come back home and try to get back in the swing of it all, I find myself repeating some of the same thoughts and behaviors. I love the tender moments I had with just me and the kids. Sharing, talking and hugging (Okay, it was sharing my ice cream, talking about where the ketchup and french fries were to be purchased next and hugging all the way off of ride that children didn't want to leave- but still, that's my life and I love it!).
I love my children so much. I gave up my mind and body to them years ago and don't want all of that stuff back- I gave it without the expectation to ever see it again. There is a piece of me in each one of them and they make up the majority of me. I never knew who I was, what I wanted or how strong I could be until they all taught me. With all of that, I am still a person and my saw needs to be sharpened. The more I get used and abused the more trips I need to the blacksmith. I need to constantly remind myself of that and not feel guilty or ashamed.
Most things I do are good, some are better and there's those few moments that are the best. As I reflect on this, I can always place my family in the best. No time ever spent with a child is wasted.
My challenge to myself is to remember this and when it comes time to reorganize my to do list I always have them at the top. I spend too much time saying, "just a minute" and not enough minutes just to hear what they're saying.
I'm not talking overboard obsession. After-all, they need a break from me just as much as I need a break from them (maybe even more)but just be careful not to overload myself with good things that I don't have any time for the best. Saving the best for last sometimes means losing your favorite flavor Starburst to the unexpected visitor that you feel compelled to share with (better believe I eat the red ones first from now on).
When the contractions start we don't say "just a minute", we drop everything and devote our attention to our babies' needs. We focus our breathing to minimize the pain and reach for our husband's hands because even though he can't do the work for you, it feels so much easier with him by your side and holding you tight. No push is too hard and no pain too great because a miracle is about to happen any minute.
One of my favorite things about newborns is the time you just spend holding them. Funny thing is that we end it usually before the child is ready to. They always need us and our love. I still look to my mom to let me know she's there and everything's all right. The older they get the harder (and more awkward) it is to rock them, but that doesn't mean we have to give up that time. Babies first tell us they love us by laying silently on our shoulders or smiling when we rescue them from the dreaded mess they just made in their diaper. The older they get the more they can say. I treasure my conversations (as odd as they usually are) like I treasure the rocking and sometimes we can still do both.
I just wanted to remind myself what really matters to me so that I can remember to make it my first priority. Even when life gets hectic, and especially when the list gets too full; My marriage, my children and my self deserve the best.
So, forgive me if I take a little time to fill my well and sharpen my saw. It may seem like a vanishing act but really, I was just feeling some contractions and I don't want to miss any miracles...
When I go in to have a baby I leave everything everything at home (truthfully- I've never even taken a suitcase of personal things) and my husband and I go in to do one of the hardest things that exist. Bringing life into this world is hard work and I'm grateful for the months that we have to prepare ourselves for it.
Now, I did not take a break to have a baby but I did take a break to bring new life into my world.
There is nothing wrong with filling your plate from time to time, multitasking is fine when appropriate but when something is troubling us or requires our best effort, we should devote everything we have to it- if it really matters. And if it really does matter than everything else can wait. I don't try to multitask when in labor but rather am focusing on breathing; I am hoping and anticipating for that very moment when the breath of a new life takes mine away.
I would not dream of making calls, answering emails or doing dishes at that time because I wouldn't want to miss it. Life happens and can't be ignored but sometimes it needs to take a backseat to living. I have tried making every breath my kids take just as important to me as the first one. I'm not insane or unreasonable, I'm not talking about following them around or documenting their every move (oh wait, sometimes that's exactly what I do)- but after all, we lived full lives the entire 9 months we were carrying them (except for when they had us vomiting or on bed rest)but when it came to hear a heartbeat, feel a kick or time a contraction- we were there with all of our being completely devoted to the moment (then we blogged or scrap-booked about it).
I have a full plate, my children are a 24/7 all you can eat buffet but luckily I have been blessed with a hearty appetite. That said, I'm just like every other mother and even I get too full at times. Thank goodness for antacids (the husband, the bath, the nap and the ice cream)!
The last few weeks have toppled on top of me. My schedule filled up quicker than I could control (I didn't even have time to take regular potty breaks) and I found myself crossing things of the list that were important but just weren't first priority. I wasn't looking for a leisurely boat ride but a lifesaver that would save me from drowning. Trying to get ready to leave town is always hectic but adding exams, meetings and make up work to all of it made me feel overwhelmed. I just didn't have time to do it all.
The part I don't like to admit. Too often, my kids are the ones that got crossed off. Granted, I made it up to them with a week in Disneyland but as I come back home and try to get back in the swing of it all, I find myself repeating some of the same thoughts and behaviors. I love the tender moments I had with just me and the kids. Sharing, talking and hugging (Okay, it was sharing my ice cream, talking about where the ketchup and french fries were to be purchased next and hugging all the way off of ride that children didn't want to leave- but still, that's my life and I love it!).
I love my children so much. I gave up my mind and body to them years ago and don't want all of that stuff back- I gave it without the expectation to ever see it again. There is a piece of me in each one of them and they make up the majority of me. I never knew who I was, what I wanted or how strong I could be until they all taught me. With all of that, I am still a person and my saw needs to be sharpened. The more I get used and abused the more trips I need to the blacksmith. I need to constantly remind myself of that and not feel guilty or ashamed.
Most things I do are good, some are better and there's those few moments that are the best. As I reflect on this, I can always place my family in the best. No time ever spent with a child is wasted.
My challenge to myself is to remember this and when it comes time to reorganize my to do list I always have them at the top. I spend too much time saying, "just a minute" and not enough minutes just to hear what they're saying.
I'm not talking overboard obsession. After-all, they need a break from me just as much as I need a break from them (maybe even more)but just be careful not to overload myself with good things that I don't have any time for the best. Saving the best for last sometimes means losing your favorite flavor Starburst to the unexpected visitor that you feel compelled to share with (better believe I eat the red ones first from now on).
When the contractions start we don't say "just a minute", we drop everything and devote our attention to our babies' needs. We focus our breathing to minimize the pain and reach for our husband's hands because even though he can't do the work for you, it feels so much easier with him by your side and holding you tight. No push is too hard and no pain too great because a miracle is about to happen any minute.
One of my favorite things about newborns is the time you just spend holding them. Funny thing is that we end it usually before the child is ready to. They always need us and our love. I still look to my mom to let me know she's there and everything's all right. The older they get the harder (and more awkward) it is to rock them, but that doesn't mean we have to give up that time. Babies first tell us they love us by laying silently on our shoulders or smiling when we rescue them from the dreaded mess they just made in their diaper. The older they get the more they can say. I treasure my conversations (as odd as they usually are) like I treasure the rocking and sometimes we can still do both.
I just wanted to remind myself what really matters to me so that I can remember to make it my first priority. Even when life gets hectic, and especially when the list gets too full; My marriage, my children and my self deserve the best.
So, forgive me if I take a little time to fill my well and sharpen my saw. It may seem like a vanishing act but really, I was just feeling some contractions and I don't want to miss any miracles...
9.12.2011
Bowling with a Side of Fries-
When I started homeschooling the kids I also decided that I wanted to read the scriptures with the kids as well. I'll write that story in a novel post of it's own someday but for now I'll just get on with it... you're welcome.
It just so happened that with starting, stopping and even throwing in a summer vacation, we read our final pages of the children's edition of the Book of Mormon on my anniversary- since none of them got me a gift it was the least they could do. To celebrate such a feat- we decided to go somewhere we could be destructive and not be asked to leave!
I don't know if you've ever been bowling at the zoo but I can tell you a little bit about what it's like taking the zoo bowling.
Excitement everywhere. We couldn't wait for Mr. Zookeeper to just get home already. We love the fact that he has a job and pays for us to do fun things but geez, it sure does get in the way of our fun sometimes! Moving forward.
We get there and I immediatly lay down the law that we are there to bowl and not play lazer tag or other conveniently placed arcade games. Mr. Zookeeper pays, I can't watch so I start ordering our shoe sizes. After putting everyone's shoes on I realize why we run barefoot. I exchange 3 pairs of shoes and then exchange another 2 pairs. Finally, we'll all dressed. Time to get balls. It doesn't matter what that giant number on the front of the ball says or means, they all choose according to color. Monkey has an 11 lb purple ball, Puppy a 7 lb pink ball, Tiger lugs around the 10 lb orange one, which he insisted on holding and Rhino settled for the 9 lb teal ball that matched his shirt.
All is well and after the second frame, we realize that this is going to take forever! The kids were already getting antsy and Tiger started bowling in the empty lanes. Mr. Zookeeper paid for two rounds so he asked the kind young man (who will probably think hard before having children of his own after helping us)to give us two lanes so we could bowl simultaneously. It took me about five minutes to understand what we were doing but I can be taught and caught on after Mr. Zookeeeper spoke slowly and used his hands and slow movements to demonstrate the new set up. He would help two kids on one side and then bowl himself while I did the same thing on the other side and then we'd switch sides. So basically, we had two full games going at once so no one was waiting long. If I had arranged it, I would have just put boys on one lane and girls on the other... but who needs simple, right?
Mr. Zookeeper and I were constantly bent over carrying balls that were too heavy for its user but so pretty. Luckily there were assisting thingy-s,k the racks you put the ball on and push then it goes down the lane, smacks the bumpers and knocks over all but 3 pins. Those kept me from having to granny shot on top of the children so I was grateful for those... I bet they have a name, whoever invented that definitely had children (or was a worker that had to constantly go get balls that weren't thrown hard enough).
Thirsty, Mr. Zookeeper knows he cannot get a drink without sharing. So he comes back with a water bottle and five straws. Okay, I guess we're all sharing that one, then? A few minutes later two ladies showed up with a root beer for each of us, sorry we drank all of your water honey- you should have said something about the straws...
Switch.
Everyone's having fun and no one can sit still. Puppy insists on getting nothing but a spare. Her strike really upset her because she didn't get the chance to get a spare that time. Rhino really wanted to bowl like his dad, but after carrying the ball on his own he realized it wasn't that cool to bowl like a grown up. Monkey didn't care about the 5 strikes and numerous spares her 11 lb ball took out but she sure squealed and got excited every time it popped out of the ball return. Tiger, wait, where did Tiger go?
Those places know what they're doing with advertising. Though the snack bar was off to the side, Tiger found out. Apparently he was tired of watching the screens all around us pop up with burger and fry combo meals because I found him sitting at the snack bar yelling orders to ladies behind the counter.
Tiger returned and took his turn bowling but he seemed too calm for Mr. Zookeeepr just bringing him back from the snack bar empty handed. Ah, that's it. His french fries took time to cook and were now being delivered... I am much meaner than my counterpart... but it worked out in everyone's favor since they decided it was okay to share.
Only 7 frames done, are you kidding me? I couldn't even focus on my own score because I was trying to keep everyone moving without breakdown or injuries.
"Monkey- get your head out of the ball return!"
There was a young couple bowling next to us that appeared to be courting. They smiled, giggled and were constantly encouraging and coaching the other (dead give away- when I play my spouse, it's for blood!). Anyway, I kept apologizing for our children taking their balls, seats and almost their food but they never said anything, they just smiled. My guess is we saved them from going anywhere close to third base that night...
The fries were all gone so Tiger took note as to what else was offered on the screen. He was now offering good behavior to earn pizza...
Finally we made it to the tenth frame on our first lane. Just trying to get done and end happily, I threw my ball and hoped for the best. A strike! Okay, let's do that again. What, really? I had no idea I could do that twice in a row. I did get cheated on my third try though as one pin stood, laughing at me or so it seemed. An even score of 100. Monkey bowled a 79 and Puppy an 83. Mr. Zookeeper almost won with a 96, Rhino did 75 and Tiger got an 89. We raced to finish the second lane and get home for dinner before Tiger ordered the whole left side of the snack bar menu and Rhino caught on that they sold dinner.
Everyone bowled well and overall did great (we didn't hit any one else with our balls, just their pins). The boys tried hard but could not bowl over the sound of the girls' awesomeness! We all bowled better in the second lane and Monkey, along with her pretty purple ball took the grand prize home with a 119.
You'd think it would have been a moment of gladness. Not every child gets to go bowling, get soda and french fries but instead of gratitude and delight I had to carry out a screaming Tiger that didn't get enough french fries and pizza and talk to a Rhino about how we went there to bowl, not eat. Monkey didn't want to return her ball but eventually gave in and Puppy was just happy to get those hurting shoes off (Monkey might have been grateful for that too but she took hers off in the third frame).
Another day, another experience out with the wild. I love spending time with my family but the next time we try bowling I think we'll do one lane, one time and eat french fries before we go...
It just so happened that with starting, stopping and even throwing in a summer vacation, we read our final pages of the children's edition of the Book of Mormon on my anniversary- since none of them got me a gift it was the least they could do. To celebrate such a feat- we decided to go somewhere we could be destructive and not be asked to leave!
I don't know if you've ever been bowling at the zoo but I can tell you a little bit about what it's like taking the zoo bowling.
Excitement everywhere. We couldn't wait for Mr. Zookeeper to just get home already. We love the fact that he has a job and pays for us to do fun things but geez, it sure does get in the way of our fun sometimes! Moving forward.
We get there and I immediatly lay down the law that we are there to bowl and not play lazer tag or other conveniently placed arcade games. Mr. Zookeeper pays, I can't watch so I start ordering our shoe sizes. After putting everyone's shoes on I realize why we run barefoot. I exchange 3 pairs of shoes and then exchange another 2 pairs. Finally, we'll all dressed. Time to get balls. It doesn't matter what that giant number on the front of the ball says or means, they all choose according to color. Monkey has an 11 lb purple ball, Puppy a 7 lb pink ball, Tiger lugs around the 10 lb orange one, which he insisted on holding and Rhino settled for the 9 lb teal ball that matched his shirt.
All is well and after the second frame, we realize that this is going to take forever! The kids were already getting antsy and Tiger started bowling in the empty lanes. Mr. Zookeeper paid for two rounds so he asked the kind young man (who will probably think hard before having children of his own after helping us)to give us two lanes so we could bowl simultaneously. It took me about five minutes to understand what we were doing but I can be taught and caught on after Mr. Zookeeeper spoke slowly and used his hands and slow movements to demonstrate the new set up. He would help two kids on one side and then bowl himself while I did the same thing on the other side and then we'd switch sides. So basically, we had two full games going at once so no one was waiting long. If I had arranged it, I would have just put boys on one lane and girls on the other... but who needs simple, right?
Mr. Zookeeper and I were constantly bent over carrying balls that were too heavy for its user but so pretty. Luckily there were assisting thingy-s,k the racks you put the ball on and push then it goes down the lane, smacks the bumpers and knocks over all but 3 pins. Those kept me from having to granny shot on top of the children so I was grateful for those... I bet they have a name, whoever invented that definitely had children (or was a worker that had to constantly go get balls that weren't thrown hard enough).
Thirsty, Mr. Zookeeper knows he cannot get a drink without sharing. So he comes back with a water bottle and five straws. Okay, I guess we're all sharing that one, then? A few minutes later two ladies showed up with a root beer for each of us, sorry we drank all of your water honey- you should have said something about the straws...
Switch.
Everyone's having fun and no one can sit still. Puppy insists on getting nothing but a spare. Her strike really upset her because she didn't get the chance to get a spare that time. Rhino really wanted to bowl like his dad, but after carrying the ball on his own he realized it wasn't that cool to bowl like a grown up. Monkey didn't care about the 5 strikes and numerous spares her 11 lb ball took out but she sure squealed and got excited every time it popped out of the ball return. Tiger, wait, where did Tiger go?
Those places know what they're doing with advertising. Though the snack bar was off to the side, Tiger found out. Apparently he was tired of watching the screens all around us pop up with burger and fry combo meals because I found him sitting at the snack bar yelling orders to ladies behind the counter.
Tiger returned and took his turn bowling but he seemed too calm for Mr. Zookeeepr just bringing him back from the snack bar empty handed. Ah, that's it. His french fries took time to cook and were now being delivered... I am much meaner than my counterpart... but it worked out in everyone's favor since they decided it was okay to share.
Only 7 frames done, are you kidding me? I couldn't even focus on my own score because I was trying to keep everyone moving without breakdown or injuries.
"Monkey- get your head out of the ball return!"
There was a young couple bowling next to us that appeared to be courting. They smiled, giggled and were constantly encouraging and coaching the other (dead give away- when I play my spouse, it's for blood!). Anyway, I kept apologizing for our children taking their balls, seats and almost their food but they never said anything, they just smiled. My guess is we saved them from going anywhere close to third base that night...
The fries were all gone so Tiger took note as to what else was offered on the screen. He was now offering good behavior to earn pizza...
Finally we made it to the tenth frame on our first lane. Just trying to get done and end happily, I threw my ball and hoped for the best. A strike! Okay, let's do that again. What, really? I had no idea I could do that twice in a row. I did get cheated on my third try though as one pin stood, laughing at me or so it seemed. An even score of 100. Monkey bowled a 79 and Puppy an 83. Mr. Zookeeper almost won with a 96, Rhino did 75 and Tiger got an 89. We raced to finish the second lane and get home for dinner before Tiger ordered the whole left side of the snack bar menu and Rhino caught on that they sold dinner.
Everyone bowled well and overall did great (we didn't hit any one else with our balls, just their pins). The boys tried hard but could not bowl over the sound of the girls' awesomeness! We all bowled better in the second lane and Monkey, along with her pretty purple ball took the grand prize home with a 119.
You'd think it would have been a moment of gladness. Not every child gets to go bowling, get soda and french fries but instead of gratitude and delight I had to carry out a screaming Tiger that didn't get enough french fries and pizza and talk to a Rhino about how we went there to bowl, not eat. Monkey didn't want to return her ball but eventually gave in and Puppy was just happy to get those hurting shoes off (Monkey might have been grateful for that too but she took hers off in the third frame).
Another day, another experience out with the wild. I love spending time with my family but the next time we try bowling I think we'll do one lane, one time and eat french fries before we go...
9.08.2011
Living our Happily Forever After...
Eleven years! Wow, time really does fly by when you are having fun...
It was a fairytale wedding and the happy ever afters just keep on coming. Of course life gets in the way of never-ending playtime and occasionally our ship gets caught in a storm or two (or seven)but if I was ever stuck on a deserted island I'd want to be there with my husband and kids. Rhino could tell us anything we needed to know about the animals judging by the climate and time zone, Tiger would hunt and kill our dinner, Puppy could build us anything out of sticks and duct tape and Monkey would find a way to beautify any dwelling and probably even convince the birds to join her in singing... Together they would make enough sound and messes that no natives or their wild co-habitants would dare approach our camp...
Mr. Zookeeper would be my anchor, my wings and my constant reason to bust up in laughter (and yes, I do also occasionally burst out in song as well). No matter how we plan, something always seem to go wrong... Now I know how Gilligan felt. Luckily for us, we prefer comedies over dramas so we always have a reason for a good laugh.
Our wedding day Mr. Zookeeper had a broken foot and left me driving all over Southern California and pushing his wheelchair up and down every hill in 5 different theme parks(though I think there were a lot more hills going up rather than down.)
Our first anniversary we had planned to spend quietly on a mountaintop with a view and picnic. It was the first time all year that Mr. Zookeeper had to work on a Saturday so we got a late start. That wouldn't be a huge problem except I was 8 months pregnant... by the time we got halfway up the mountain I had already stopped to potty three times and was ready for a nap. So, we just pulled over on the side of the road, walked uphill about 10 feet (just so we could see over the car) and called it good.
I can't remember what we did for our second, third and fourth anniversaries- but I am sure it was awesome.(That's what happens when every other day feels like you're celebrating!)Because we frighten most babysitters, we have usually spent our anniversaries with the children. A special dinner, a movie or game and then put the kids to bed... I'd like to say that's when we'd get out the candles but given the energy level of us versus our zoo animals- let's be truthful- we probably fell asleep before 10:00 pm- just because we could!
Fast forward to the 9th anniversary. All 4 children were born and Mr. Zookeeper had lost his job- twice- that year so we knew we were going to have to be creative with our plans. We decided to let it be a day of firsts. We ate food, watched movies and played games that we'd never done before.
Our tenth anniversary we spent on vacation without children. The first day we enjoyed just being alone together and the other two I spent catching up on sleep. We ate out, cooked in and just relaxed. Eventually we missed the kids and rescued Grandma.
This year Mr. Zookeeper woke up before the sun. I woke up after hearing him trip all through the dark house while trying to be quiet. I kissed him farewell (on the cheek to avoid his cold)and watched him leave for the airport. Distance makes the heart grow fonder; that must have been what his boss intended as he sprung this trip on us yesterday.
I started the day off with the kids and their schooling and then I learned that we had no pressing assignments. I thought it a shame to have to do work on my special day (I consider every event a holiday)so we closed the books and went swimming instead.
I had the feeling that I was forgetting something. Still, we moved forward. Everyone had a great time (kind of hard not to when you are the only ones in a public city pool)and I only had to save Tiger's life once. He thought he could swim faster and get away with crossing the pool without me, but he was quickly reminded that I don't make idle threats. The poor lifeguard didn't know whether to help me or just stay out of my way but I managed to get all 4 kids into the changing room without slipping and falling flat on my face. No time for a towel when you're making good on your word; follow the rules or we go home.
We're changing and I start thinking about maybe taking the kids out for an anniversary lunch. My mind was quickly made up as I realized what I had not forgotten to pack but what obviously fell out of the bag. I'm free spirited but am not a supporter of sitting in restaurants without underwear on, so, I convinced the kids that they really wanted a donut from the front lobby and quickly headed home. I was driving extremely cautiously because all I could think of was what if I get in a car accident, the news shows up and is live and they have to remove a layer of clothing...
I no sooner walked in the door and my phone was ringing. I stepped over the towels that Tiger took out of our bag (and found my undies) and saw the caller ID. It was Mr. Zookeeper and just like eleven years ago, I got all giddy and couldn't wait to talk to him. We talked about our day thus far, shared a good laugh at my expense and bid each other farewell again until he flies in this evening (or calls me to, from and leaving the airport just because he can't stand to be away from me- or because I told him to).
Eleven years. Wow. Time really flies when you're having fun and I am having the time of my life. I quote Dr. Seuss,
"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because your reality is finally better than your dreams."
I usually can't fall asleep because I'm waiting for a child to catch on to the meaning of nighttime. But, as I'm up I'm also thinking about how blessed I am. I am grateful for the knowledge and blessings that I have. As a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints, I don't just get my husband (or family) for time- I get them for time and all Eternity. We were married and sealed in a temple of God and He has promised that as long as we live worthy, we will always have each other. Things happen but that promise is all I need to reflect on; We are a Forever Family and we get to have this and all the time to come together. That's a powerful belief but I believe it with all of my heart. It is the reason I smile, laugh and share the crazy life we live.
I don't normally care for never ending sequels; but when it comes to my own love story- it's that perfect scene that has no ending because we just keep living happily ever after!
I'd nominate you as head Zookeeper every month and give you special parking; Happy Anniversary to the Love of my Life!
...and thank you for considering me more awesome than fishing AND the Playstation 3...
It was a fairytale wedding and the happy ever afters just keep on coming. Of course life gets in the way of never-ending playtime and occasionally our ship gets caught in a storm or two (or seven)but if I was ever stuck on a deserted island I'd want to be there with my husband and kids. Rhino could tell us anything we needed to know about the animals judging by the climate and time zone, Tiger would hunt and kill our dinner, Puppy could build us anything out of sticks and duct tape and Monkey would find a way to beautify any dwelling and probably even convince the birds to join her in singing... Together they would make enough sound and messes that no natives or their wild co-habitants would dare approach our camp...
Mr. Zookeeper would be my anchor, my wings and my constant reason to bust up in laughter (and yes, I do also occasionally burst out in song as well). No matter how we plan, something always seem to go wrong... Now I know how Gilligan felt. Luckily for us, we prefer comedies over dramas so we always have a reason for a good laugh.
Our wedding day Mr. Zookeeper had a broken foot and left me driving all over Southern California and pushing his wheelchair up and down every hill in 5 different theme parks(though I think there were a lot more hills going up rather than down.)
Our first anniversary we had planned to spend quietly on a mountaintop with a view and picnic. It was the first time all year that Mr. Zookeeper had to work on a Saturday so we got a late start. That wouldn't be a huge problem except I was 8 months pregnant... by the time we got halfway up the mountain I had already stopped to potty three times and was ready for a nap. So, we just pulled over on the side of the road, walked uphill about 10 feet (just so we could see over the car) and called it good.
I can't remember what we did for our second, third and fourth anniversaries- but I am sure it was awesome.(That's what happens when every other day feels like you're celebrating!)Because we frighten most babysitters, we have usually spent our anniversaries with the children. A special dinner, a movie or game and then put the kids to bed... I'd like to say that's when we'd get out the candles but given the energy level of us versus our zoo animals- let's be truthful- we probably fell asleep before 10:00 pm- just because we could!
Fast forward to the 9th anniversary. All 4 children were born and Mr. Zookeeper had lost his job- twice- that year so we knew we were going to have to be creative with our plans. We decided to let it be a day of firsts. We ate food, watched movies and played games that we'd never done before.
Our tenth anniversary we spent on vacation without children. The first day we enjoyed just being alone together and the other two I spent catching up on sleep. We ate out, cooked in and just relaxed. Eventually we missed the kids and rescued Grandma.
This year Mr. Zookeeper woke up before the sun. I woke up after hearing him trip all through the dark house while trying to be quiet. I kissed him farewell (on the cheek to avoid his cold)and watched him leave for the airport. Distance makes the heart grow fonder; that must have been what his boss intended as he sprung this trip on us yesterday.
I started the day off with the kids and their schooling and then I learned that we had no pressing assignments. I thought it a shame to have to do work on my special day (I consider every event a holiday)so we closed the books and went swimming instead.
I had the feeling that I was forgetting something. Still, we moved forward. Everyone had a great time (kind of hard not to when you are the only ones in a public city pool)and I only had to save Tiger's life once. He thought he could swim faster and get away with crossing the pool without me, but he was quickly reminded that I don't make idle threats. The poor lifeguard didn't know whether to help me or just stay out of my way but I managed to get all 4 kids into the changing room without slipping and falling flat on my face. No time for a towel when you're making good on your word; follow the rules or we go home.
We're changing and I start thinking about maybe taking the kids out for an anniversary lunch. My mind was quickly made up as I realized what I had not forgotten to pack but what obviously fell out of the bag. I'm free spirited but am not a supporter of sitting in restaurants without underwear on, so, I convinced the kids that they really wanted a donut from the front lobby and quickly headed home. I was driving extremely cautiously because all I could think of was what if I get in a car accident, the news shows up and is live and they have to remove a layer of clothing...
I no sooner walked in the door and my phone was ringing. I stepped over the towels that Tiger took out of our bag (and found my undies) and saw the caller ID. It was Mr. Zookeeper and just like eleven years ago, I got all giddy and couldn't wait to talk to him. We talked about our day thus far, shared a good laugh at my expense and bid each other farewell again until he flies in this evening (or calls me to, from and leaving the airport just because he can't stand to be away from me- or because I told him to).
Eleven years. Wow. Time really flies when you're having fun and I am having the time of my life. I quote Dr. Seuss,
"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because your reality is finally better than your dreams."
I usually can't fall asleep because I'm waiting for a child to catch on to the meaning of nighttime. But, as I'm up I'm also thinking about how blessed I am. I am grateful for the knowledge and blessings that I have. As a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints, I don't just get my husband (or family) for time- I get them for time and all Eternity. We were married and sealed in a temple of God and He has promised that as long as we live worthy, we will always have each other. Things happen but that promise is all I need to reflect on; We are a Forever Family and we get to have this and all the time to come together. That's a powerful belief but I believe it with all of my heart. It is the reason I smile, laugh and share the crazy life we live.
I don't normally care for never ending sequels; but when it comes to my own love story- it's that perfect scene that has no ending because we just keep living happily ever after!
I'd nominate you as head Zookeeper every month and give you special parking; Happy Anniversary to the Love of my Life!
...and thank you for considering me more awesome than fishing AND the Playstation 3...
8.31.2011
Eaten and Beaten... then chewing some more!
The last eight days have been full of change. In fact, the first three days I felt like I was being eaten alive. Nothing was working, the phone was ringing off the hook and I couldn't get organized no matter how hard I tried. I went to bed exhausted and wondering what I had signed up for! Homeschooling three kids now instead of just the two has proved to be a learning experience for all of us.
Having a child in regular classes, starting in Kindergarten and picking up grade level teaching is definately pulling this seasoned fish out of familiar waters.
Puppy can't get enough work and it is so much fun to watch her learn and grow- in just a week she has already amazed me! And the time we get to spend one on one is priceless. I now have that individual time with each child and I treasure every minute... well, not so much the times when I'm getting beaten up over a math assignment but still, most of the time it is bliss. I learn as much from them as they do me- and maybe more since I'm technically in four grades...
My own school week got off to a rocky start. Actually, I don't remember the first two days because I was drugged up on medication. A mosquito bite landed me in urgent care where I received a tetanus shot, a steroid, some goo and gauze as well as an ace bandage that I must wear for a few days or until the swelling goes down. One should really rent a home by the water prior to buying so as to find out in advance if one is allergic to the massive mosquito population.
The first week I felt eaten and beaten by the overwhelming assignments and to- do list and the second week I felt eaten and beaten- literally! I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew (even with MY big mouth).
As much as I enjoyed homeschooling last year, I found myself questioning as to whether or not I was making a mistake in doing it again. Thursday proved to be much calmer and I felt, for the first time that week like I had oxygen again. I regained my strength only to have it taken again by a bug. Now, three days into this week I feel as if I am gaining some control back.
I guess, my point in all of this yo-yoing is that just because something is good or right does not mean it is going to be easy. And just because something is hard doesn't mean it's wrong. When things go as planned I can pat myself on the back and go right to sleep. Yet, when things are out of my hands, I must get on my knees and ask My Father in Heaven to guide me by the hand and show me the new way to go. I have been very blessed. I feel like the opportunity to teach my children at home has filled in the gap that I've had. Sending the older two kids off to school at age three left me feeling robbed in a way of years that I didn't get to have them at my side. I needed the help, no doubt and it was invaluable but still left me wanting for more time with my children.
This opportunity has given me time back somehow and now I feel closer to each child than I ever have. I truly share each struggle and achievement with them and I am the first one to catch them as they fall or high five them when they cross a finish line.
My own adventure in schooling has taught me that it's ok to ask questions, to learn at your own pace and to not have to be the top of the class. Given my other responsibilities, it is impossible for me to always make my grades top priority but the more I focus on the journey rather than the destination, I become engulfed in what I am learning and find myself wanting to do more; but this time it's for me and not for a teacher's praise. At the end of the year it's not how many A's you've earned, it's how many things you've learned. Only two semesters has brought me knowledge that has been beneficial in helping my children and myself grow. I am grateful for this opportunity as well and for modern technology that makes it possible to learn in any situation.
I've been eaten and beaten and we're not even through the second week of school yet. But, that's okay because I plan on doing a lot of chewing myself. We've got a chunk of life to bite into and fortunate for us, we've all got big appetites...
Having a child in regular classes, starting in Kindergarten and picking up grade level teaching is definately pulling this seasoned fish out of familiar waters.
Puppy can't get enough work and it is so much fun to watch her learn and grow- in just a week she has already amazed me! And the time we get to spend one on one is priceless. I now have that individual time with each child and I treasure every minute... well, not so much the times when I'm getting beaten up over a math assignment but still, most of the time it is bliss. I learn as much from them as they do me- and maybe more since I'm technically in four grades...
My own school week got off to a rocky start. Actually, I don't remember the first two days because I was drugged up on medication. A mosquito bite landed me in urgent care where I received a tetanus shot, a steroid, some goo and gauze as well as an ace bandage that I must wear for a few days or until the swelling goes down. One should really rent a home by the water prior to buying so as to find out in advance if one is allergic to the massive mosquito population.
The first week I felt eaten and beaten by the overwhelming assignments and to- do list and the second week I felt eaten and beaten- literally! I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew (even with MY big mouth).
As much as I enjoyed homeschooling last year, I found myself questioning as to whether or not I was making a mistake in doing it again. Thursday proved to be much calmer and I felt, for the first time that week like I had oxygen again. I regained my strength only to have it taken again by a bug. Now, three days into this week I feel as if I am gaining some control back.
I guess, my point in all of this yo-yoing is that just because something is good or right does not mean it is going to be easy. And just because something is hard doesn't mean it's wrong. When things go as planned I can pat myself on the back and go right to sleep. Yet, when things are out of my hands, I must get on my knees and ask My Father in Heaven to guide me by the hand and show me the new way to go. I have been very blessed. I feel like the opportunity to teach my children at home has filled in the gap that I've had. Sending the older two kids off to school at age three left me feeling robbed in a way of years that I didn't get to have them at my side. I needed the help, no doubt and it was invaluable but still left me wanting for more time with my children.
This opportunity has given me time back somehow and now I feel closer to each child than I ever have. I truly share each struggle and achievement with them and I am the first one to catch them as they fall or high five them when they cross a finish line.
My own adventure in schooling has taught me that it's ok to ask questions, to learn at your own pace and to not have to be the top of the class. Given my other responsibilities, it is impossible for me to always make my grades top priority but the more I focus on the journey rather than the destination, I become engulfed in what I am learning and find myself wanting to do more; but this time it's for me and not for a teacher's praise. At the end of the year it's not how many A's you've earned, it's how many things you've learned. Only two semesters has brought me knowledge that has been beneficial in helping my children and myself grow. I am grateful for this opportunity as well and for modern technology that makes it possible to learn in any situation.
I've been eaten and beaten and we're not even through the second week of school yet. But, that's okay because I plan on doing a lot of chewing myself. We've got a chunk of life to bite into and fortunate for us, we've all got big appetites...
8.16.2011
reptiles, rainstorms and races
Sometimes being grateful is also being content. I am extremely grateful for all of my many, many blessings but too often I get caught up in every little thing that I over complicate life. I am really good at weathering the storm and running races but feel useless when the sea is calm and the race is completed.
I am a dreamer, a preparer and a fixer. There's nothing wrong with that. I love that about myself, I work well under pressure; but while I'm busy keeping the ship afloat amongst raging waves and thinking about tomorrow, I need to enjoy today and the gentle breezes as they come, even if they stay for long periods of time.
This weekend Mr. Zookeeper reminded me about the joy of a moment. We shared lots of little moments together, as a family and he even let me enjoy a few moments alone. He reminded me that I can still create, even though I can no longer create life. He encouraged me to embrace sunlight and renew my passions of the past. He helped me to re-discover who I am and I learned a few things about who I've become.
Because I am a fixer I have a hard time with things I cannot control. I cannot fix everything and some things are better as they are. I must learn to love things that may seem broken at first but are really just as they should be.
Because I like to be prepared, I often get in over my head. I have many fears and so I overcompensate with extra preparation hoping to avoid unnecessary or unwanted trials. In this, I fail to recognize that even I have limits. I focus on my own plans and tend to forget that not all things can be planned or prepared for. That's part of life. We prepare the best we can so we don't have to fear; we can just enjoy life as it comes knowing we're doing the best we can. Some things are better left a surprise and all things should be enjoyed, whether they were planned or not.
Because I dream, I spend a lot of time thinking about things that aren't realistic. When we sleep, a part of our brain shuts down to rest- this is the part that warrants reason to our thoughts, which is usually why our dreams are so off the wall... They are just random thoughts have no rhyme or reason. We should never stop dreaming of a better tomorrow but not at the expense of sleeping through today.
I love my life and am very grateful for everything and everyone in it. That said, I am convinced that we can always do better, try harder and get a little closer to perfection if we just dream, prepare and fix a few things.
One thing I have learned from the animals of the wild and the animals in my home is that patience accompanies hard work. Yes, we must work hard for what we want or need but we must also be patient for the right time and place to reveal itself. We must watch and wait but always be ready to act at a moment's notice.
Alligators are viscous killers. They attack their prey and win because they exert all of their strength toward their goal and while they use force and strength, they often win out in the ability to stand their ground for as long as it takes for their victim to give up the struggle. But even these hunters don't spend their days attacking everything that comes into sight. Instead, they lay, almost lifeless in the sun and focus all of their energy on renewing their strength. In fact, their survival depends on it.
While there are times we need to stand our ground and attack things head on, there are other times that we need to reserve our energy and just enjoy the sunlight on our face.
A lighthouse is always shining bright and tall but does not go looking for ships to rescue. Instead, she is there, steady and ready to act whenever the darkness comes.
Some storms never fully pass but the rain doesn't affect you the way it did before. One can either rock the boat and remove the shelter to increase the rain flow or use the shelter to make needed repairs and prepare for the next adventure.
I am at a new place in my life and I am not sure what to do with it at times. You work so hard training for and running a specific race that crossing the finishing line leaves you wondering what to do next. If we dwell on the last great race or that one track, we'll never notice all of the other exciting and fulfilling games there are to play. And just because we can no longer run doesn't mean we can't still compete, it just means we get to learn new skills and realize we have so much more to give than what we originally thought.
Sometimes, to be grateful means to be content.
I will always remember the struggles and victories of every great race but will try harder to be content with letting them be memories. I can look back but cannot stop running forward. I will not stop dreaming, preparing or fixing things but I will try harder to enjoy the days full of sunshine instead of always watching and preparing for the next storm.
I can embrace life while remembering the past and not knowing the future. I can learn to be content because ultimately, I am so very grateful. Sometimes we need to steer the ship and other times we need to let go and see where the breeze takes us next...
I am a dreamer, a preparer and a fixer. There's nothing wrong with that. I love that about myself, I work well under pressure; but while I'm busy keeping the ship afloat amongst raging waves and thinking about tomorrow, I need to enjoy today and the gentle breezes as they come, even if they stay for long periods of time.
This weekend Mr. Zookeeper reminded me about the joy of a moment. We shared lots of little moments together, as a family and he even let me enjoy a few moments alone. He reminded me that I can still create, even though I can no longer create life. He encouraged me to embrace sunlight and renew my passions of the past. He helped me to re-discover who I am and I learned a few things about who I've become.
Because I am a fixer I have a hard time with things I cannot control. I cannot fix everything and some things are better as they are. I must learn to love things that may seem broken at first but are really just as they should be.
Because I like to be prepared, I often get in over my head. I have many fears and so I overcompensate with extra preparation hoping to avoid unnecessary or unwanted trials. In this, I fail to recognize that even I have limits. I focus on my own plans and tend to forget that not all things can be planned or prepared for. That's part of life. We prepare the best we can so we don't have to fear; we can just enjoy life as it comes knowing we're doing the best we can. Some things are better left a surprise and all things should be enjoyed, whether they were planned or not.
Because I dream, I spend a lot of time thinking about things that aren't realistic. When we sleep, a part of our brain shuts down to rest- this is the part that warrants reason to our thoughts, which is usually why our dreams are so off the wall... They are just random thoughts have no rhyme or reason. We should never stop dreaming of a better tomorrow but not at the expense of sleeping through today.
I love my life and am very grateful for everything and everyone in it. That said, I am convinced that we can always do better, try harder and get a little closer to perfection if we just dream, prepare and fix a few things.
One thing I have learned from the animals of the wild and the animals in my home is that patience accompanies hard work. Yes, we must work hard for what we want or need but we must also be patient for the right time and place to reveal itself. We must watch and wait but always be ready to act at a moment's notice.
Alligators are viscous killers. They attack their prey and win because they exert all of their strength toward their goal and while they use force and strength, they often win out in the ability to stand their ground for as long as it takes for their victim to give up the struggle. But even these hunters don't spend their days attacking everything that comes into sight. Instead, they lay, almost lifeless in the sun and focus all of their energy on renewing their strength. In fact, their survival depends on it.
While there are times we need to stand our ground and attack things head on, there are other times that we need to reserve our energy and just enjoy the sunlight on our face.
A lighthouse is always shining bright and tall but does not go looking for ships to rescue. Instead, she is there, steady and ready to act whenever the darkness comes.
Some storms never fully pass but the rain doesn't affect you the way it did before. One can either rock the boat and remove the shelter to increase the rain flow or use the shelter to make needed repairs and prepare for the next adventure.
I am at a new place in my life and I am not sure what to do with it at times. You work so hard training for and running a specific race that crossing the finishing line leaves you wondering what to do next. If we dwell on the last great race or that one track, we'll never notice all of the other exciting and fulfilling games there are to play. And just because we can no longer run doesn't mean we can't still compete, it just means we get to learn new skills and realize we have so much more to give than what we originally thought.
Sometimes, to be grateful means to be content.
I will always remember the struggles and victories of every great race but will try harder to be content with letting them be memories. I can look back but cannot stop running forward. I will not stop dreaming, preparing or fixing things but I will try harder to enjoy the days full of sunshine instead of always watching and preparing for the next storm.
I can embrace life while remembering the past and not knowing the future. I can learn to be content because ultimately, I am so very grateful. Sometimes we need to steer the ship and other times we need to let go and see where the breeze takes us next...
8.11.2011
Second Hand Lions
I have always been a succor for thrift shops. Occasionally I'll pass on getting the cart thinking I'm going to just find a few things... and then BAM! -out of nowhere you find a rack that says buy one get one free and everything is in your size! I love those days. Of course, you have to act fast because chances are there's another hungry lion that looks about the same size as you heading your way. That's when you start piling hangers into your cart and then sorting from there- hey, it's a jungle out there and it's every woman for herself.
In addition to thrifting, I also have no pride about jumping into dumpsters. I try and stay clear from the grocery stores; that never ends well. My brother and I used to go driving down the alleys of Las Vegas with our spotters focused on anything that caught our attention. Good Times.
My favorite experience? Big Lots. One time I found a giant bag full of neon colored plastic pineapples. They unscrewed open and served as double drink coolers. I thought it was ingenious. I took my treasures home and proudly showed off my find. I was more excited than anyone else apparently but they were just jealous. To show my finders keepers gentler side, I gave pineapples out to all of my friends and family, well 35 of them anyway.
My least favorite experience? Jumping into a dumpster full of promise and hearing, "Ouch!" Apparently that one was already taken. I booked it for home rather than meet my victim's acquaintance. Took me a few weeks to start digging again.
It's one thing to see a couple of artistic teenagers rummaging through junk and a completely different scenario as a mom and four kids. I can see us now. There we are in our minivan rolling into a back alley and stop alongside the dumpsters. I roll down the windows so the kids don't suffocate because I can't leave them alone in the car with it running. The kids all have their snacks and mom's peaking her head over the edge while jumping and yelling, "look what I found!" Social services show up with the police to make sure everything's OK and after I convince them that I'm just cheap and not too poor to feed and clothe my children we head for home. The kids are so excited that as soon as dad gets home and asks what we did today they all fight over each other to be the first to shout that they got to sit in a police car and also to show him what Mommy got out of the trash.
Mr. Zookeeper would only laugh at me if he had to bail me out of jail, so, for now, we'll just stick to thrift shops.
I've been looking for some desks and tables for home school. I was waiting for someone to leave four matching ones in front of my house but after a week of disappointment; I figured it was time for plan B. I had no luck with the newspapers or local ads. Google failed to deliver and I was close to purchasing them for full price (GASP).
I thought I'd try my creative streak and make some. I could have built them from scratch but thought I'd skip a step and get some old dressers or end tables that I could convert into desks and then get some chairs or stools to complete the set.
"Get in the van kids, we're going to the thrift store."
The kids love it as much as I do because they always walk out with a handful of stuff... They have to carry it because the cart is usually full of the things I find. What? I need a free hand to help steer the wandering child so it only makes sense that I get the cart and we can't very well ALL push a cart... Moving on.
I started scoping out the goods and became discouraged. Nothing was measuring up to what I had envisioned. We took a walk out into the yard and then the Hallelujah Chorus began. Well, it was actually Monkey crying that she had to go potty but there was still a light shining down through the worn out warehouse ceiling. I couldn't leave because right in front of me were three child sized school desks with chairs attached, an adult table big enough for my stuff and a computer, a chalk board easel and a smaller table with a toddler chair. It was like someone donated my entire classroom! (although next time I need the larger chalkboard, thanks)
Monkey really had to go. While I was afraid to lose my treasure to someone else I was more afraid she'd pee on one of the chairs so we raced off.
The thing with my family is that we have to stick together because no one can be trusted alone. The boys can't go with me into the girls room so that always proposes a problem. Really Monkey, next time- go before we leave the house.
I had Puppy in the doorway of the bathroom so she could see Monkey. Rhino was close to the desks so he could see if anyone got to them. Tiger was playing in the dresses a few feet from the door Rhino was holding and I was right in the middle so I could see everything and everyone... it's a good thing the bathroom wasn't on the other side of the store or I'd have needed a lot more animals!
We gathered up and put our name on the classroom furniture.
Excited and revived we went on a shopping spree.
Rhino found a giant stuffed Gronkel, a camouflage hat and a green shovel for the new 12 ton sandbox we got over the weekend. Tiger found a bag of K'nex, some gloves that sparkle (at least he traded in the 2 barbies- THANK YOU to whoever donated those K'nex), an orange old navy baseball hat and a pumpkin shaped candle. Don't ask.
Puppy found a new doggy to add to her collection, a bucket, a shovel and a cowgirl hat. Monkey found a set of four- soda can sized plastic figurine princesses to play with; Cinderella, Ariel, Belle and Snow White. We had a little issue when we discovered there was no Sleeping Beauty but when I gave her a brightly colored purple bucket to carry her toys in, she kindly got up off the floor. I also found a pair of sneakers that had flowers on them and won Monkey's approval. We found her a shovel and headed to the check out.
Everyone had their hands full and we got a lot more than we had come for... can't imagine why my kids act spoiled at times... but it was such a good deal!
How good of a deal you might ask?
One store bought desk (without the chair) would have cost me $42.00 plus shipping. A put-it-together-yourself table (again, without the chair) was $19.99 for local pick up.
The total bill for three desks with chairs, a table, sand buckets and shovels, toys, gloves, hats and a pair of shoes....
wait for it.....
$42.25
Yeah- that's my second hand lion awesomeness you just felt.
So, I will wave my second hand banner high and forever shout my war-cry in the name of thrift stores. They're not as cheap as the free pineapples but there's also not the risk of jumping in on someone or getting arrested either.
Thrift shopping is not for everyone, I understand. It takes a certain mentality to stalk the racks like a lion after its prey. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose but that's part of the thrill of hunting. Not everyone wants to wear other people's things. I draw the line at underwear but my wardrobe resembles a napkin half of the time so I've got a fifty- fifty chance that the second hand lions are probably better than the first.
It's probably better that only some prides want to thrift shop because I'd hate to have to throw the kids in the cart, pull them by the hand or leave them dangling behind, as I race throughout the store with my eyes focused on you making sure you don't take my stuff.... we only like to do that with strangers!
In addition to thrifting, I also have no pride about jumping into dumpsters. I try and stay clear from the grocery stores; that never ends well. My brother and I used to go driving down the alleys of Las Vegas with our spotters focused on anything that caught our attention. Good Times.
My favorite experience? Big Lots. One time I found a giant bag full of neon colored plastic pineapples. They unscrewed open and served as double drink coolers. I thought it was ingenious. I took my treasures home and proudly showed off my find. I was more excited than anyone else apparently but they were just jealous. To show my finders keepers gentler side, I gave pineapples out to all of my friends and family, well 35 of them anyway.
My least favorite experience? Jumping into a dumpster full of promise and hearing, "Ouch!" Apparently that one was already taken. I booked it for home rather than meet my victim's acquaintance. Took me a few weeks to start digging again.
It's one thing to see a couple of artistic teenagers rummaging through junk and a completely different scenario as a mom and four kids. I can see us now. There we are in our minivan rolling into a back alley and stop alongside the dumpsters. I roll down the windows so the kids don't suffocate because I can't leave them alone in the car with it running. The kids all have their snacks and mom's peaking her head over the edge while jumping and yelling, "look what I found!" Social services show up with the police to make sure everything's OK and after I convince them that I'm just cheap and not too poor to feed and clothe my children we head for home. The kids are so excited that as soon as dad gets home and asks what we did today they all fight over each other to be the first to shout that they got to sit in a police car and also to show him what Mommy got out of the trash.
Mr. Zookeeper would only laugh at me if he had to bail me out of jail, so, for now, we'll just stick to thrift shops.
I've been looking for some desks and tables for home school. I was waiting for someone to leave four matching ones in front of my house but after a week of disappointment; I figured it was time for plan B. I had no luck with the newspapers or local ads. Google failed to deliver and I was close to purchasing them for full price (GASP).
I thought I'd try my creative streak and make some. I could have built them from scratch but thought I'd skip a step and get some old dressers or end tables that I could convert into desks and then get some chairs or stools to complete the set.
"Get in the van kids, we're going to the thrift store."
The kids love it as much as I do because they always walk out with a handful of stuff... They have to carry it because the cart is usually full of the things I find. What? I need a free hand to help steer the wandering child so it only makes sense that I get the cart and we can't very well ALL push a cart... Moving on.
I started scoping out the goods and became discouraged. Nothing was measuring up to what I had envisioned. We took a walk out into the yard and then the Hallelujah Chorus began. Well, it was actually Monkey crying that she had to go potty but there was still a light shining down through the worn out warehouse ceiling. I couldn't leave because right in front of me were three child sized school desks with chairs attached, an adult table big enough for my stuff and a computer, a chalk board easel and a smaller table with a toddler chair. It was like someone donated my entire classroom! (although next time I need the larger chalkboard, thanks)
Monkey really had to go. While I was afraid to lose my treasure to someone else I was more afraid she'd pee on one of the chairs so we raced off.
The thing with my family is that we have to stick together because no one can be trusted alone. The boys can't go with me into the girls room so that always proposes a problem. Really Monkey, next time- go before we leave the house.
I had Puppy in the doorway of the bathroom so she could see Monkey. Rhino was close to the desks so he could see if anyone got to them. Tiger was playing in the dresses a few feet from the door Rhino was holding and I was right in the middle so I could see everything and everyone... it's a good thing the bathroom wasn't on the other side of the store or I'd have needed a lot more animals!
We gathered up and put our name on the classroom furniture.
Excited and revived we went on a shopping spree.
Rhino found a giant stuffed Gronkel, a camouflage hat and a green shovel for the new 12 ton sandbox we got over the weekend. Tiger found a bag of K'nex, some gloves that sparkle (at least he traded in the 2 barbies- THANK YOU to whoever donated those K'nex), an orange old navy baseball hat and a pumpkin shaped candle. Don't ask.
Puppy found a new doggy to add to her collection, a bucket, a shovel and a cowgirl hat. Monkey found a set of four- soda can sized plastic figurine princesses to play with; Cinderella, Ariel, Belle and Snow White. We had a little issue when we discovered there was no Sleeping Beauty but when I gave her a brightly colored purple bucket to carry her toys in, she kindly got up off the floor. I also found a pair of sneakers that had flowers on them and won Monkey's approval. We found her a shovel and headed to the check out.
Everyone had their hands full and we got a lot more than we had come for... can't imagine why my kids act spoiled at times... but it was such a good deal!
How good of a deal you might ask?
One store bought desk (without the chair) would have cost me $42.00 plus shipping. A put-it-together-yourself table (again, without the chair) was $19.99 for local pick up.
The total bill for three desks with chairs, a table, sand buckets and shovels, toys, gloves, hats and a pair of shoes....
wait for it.....
$42.25
Yeah- that's my second hand lion awesomeness you just felt.
So, I will wave my second hand banner high and forever shout my war-cry in the name of thrift stores. They're not as cheap as the free pineapples but there's also not the risk of jumping in on someone or getting arrested either.
Thrift shopping is not for everyone, I understand. It takes a certain mentality to stalk the racks like a lion after its prey. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose but that's part of the thrill of hunting. Not everyone wants to wear other people's things. I draw the line at underwear but my wardrobe resembles a napkin half of the time so I've got a fifty- fifty chance that the second hand lions are probably better than the first.
It's probably better that only some prides want to thrift shop because I'd hate to have to throw the kids in the cart, pull them by the hand or leave them dangling behind, as I race throughout the store with my eyes focused on you making sure you don't take my stuff.... we only like to do that with strangers!
8.03.2011
The Talent of Balance
We have been talking a lot about talents around here. Noticing little gifts that we're good at have made it easier to build self esteem when there is always so much to be worked on.
The great news is that we all have talents. Some birds are excellent singers while others really know how to shake a tail feather. There are comedians who can't leave you with a straight face. Some animals have strength while others show intelligence beyond their years. There are those who live independent and others who are always surrounded by loved ones.
What may be considered a weakness can also be a strength, and, likewise, what serves as a strength must be nurtured to prevent us falling weak to it.
Tiger, for example, does not care what others think- there is great freedom in that and we all wish we could wear our swimming suit, snow boots, head phones topped off with a cowboy hat and walk into church declaring that we are the sheriff.
Rhino has the ability to live simply. He simply does not realize he should shower without being told, simply will not eat foods outside his favorites and simply obeys regardless of what he is asked to do (except eat healthy foods). He loves to draw and has an excellent memory... I just wish he would remember to shower before getting dressed.
Monkey has spirit and determination. This usually lands her in the time- to- think-chair as we try and harness her lioness power and keep her from eating rhinos, tigers and puppies but it has also saved her life more than once. She knows what she wants and is not afraid to fight for it- even if it takes all night.
Puppy is afraid of everything. I take full responsibility as I too carry a flashlight when I walk to the bathroom either for needed light or protection. We are both working on replacing our fear with faith. In the meantime we use our caution to keep Rhino from over eating, Tiger from running away and Monkey from joining the gypsies. She is afraid of not having Tiger to play with or Monkey being upset. She is more afraid of losing friends and respect than she is of her own wants and desires. And even though she should be in bed, boy can she dance.
Mr. Zookeeper has no concept of time. This is good in that he doesn't care when I'm late but then, he doesn't notice if he's late either... we'll leave that one alone. Mr. Zookeeper is one of the kindest people I know. He can talk to anyone about anything. Though he may not be quick to defend himself that same power makes him very quick to forgive... I know this first hand but we'll leave that one alone too.
Me? I am extremely talented (what? It's my blog so I can write whatever I want)but the one that sticks out most right now is my ability to beat the odds. I don't believe in failure. No experience is ever wasted if you learn something from it and just because it takes a thousand tries to make a light bulb- you still did it. In my case, it would be five years of potty training a tiger, seven years of therapy feeding a rhino, six years of speech therapy, eight years of near death experiences and well, you've read my blog- you know what kind of crazy stuff goes on around here!
I have two favorite Chinese proverbs:
"The branch that bends with the wind does not break" and
"Do not fear going forward slowly; fear only to stand still."
It's seems like the only thing that moves quickly around here is meal time and messes- those are continuous events!
Indeed, I don't believe in failure. If one thing doesn't work than we try something else. Of course this gets me into trouble in that I am rarely content to just let things be. (I say this as I am currently remodeling my entire backyard) But, this talent has also served my family well in the many obstacles we've overcome.
We all have talents but the trick is to balance them. We should be careful not to overrun ourselves. Using our ability to think, yet another talent, we can develop our talents and know when to use them and when to restrain.
That said, Puppy asked me why Tiger likes sitting on the table playing with Legos. I replied that God gave him the talent to focus intently on one thing and because he keeps working at it, he's getting really good at building things. She seemed to agree and then opened a new can of worms,
"So, like because he keeps working on being naughty he's getting really good at that too?"
Like I said, balance in all things...
The great news is that we all have talents. Some birds are excellent singers while others really know how to shake a tail feather. There are comedians who can't leave you with a straight face. Some animals have strength while others show intelligence beyond their years. There are those who live independent and others who are always surrounded by loved ones.
What may be considered a weakness can also be a strength, and, likewise, what serves as a strength must be nurtured to prevent us falling weak to it.
Tiger, for example, does not care what others think- there is great freedom in that and we all wish we could wear our swimming suit, snow boots, head phones topped off with a cowboy hat and walk into church declaring that we are the sheriff.
Rhino has the ability to live simply. He simply does not realize he should shower without being told, simply will not eat foods outside his favorites and simply obeys regardless of what he is asked to do (except eat healthy foods). He loves to draw and has an excellent memory... I just wish he would remember to shower before getting dressed.
Monkey has spirit and determination. This usually lands her in the time- to- think-chair as we try and harness her lioness power and keep her from eating rhinos, tigers and puppies but it has also saved her life more than once. She knows what she wants and is not afraid to fight for it- even if it takes all night.
Puppy is afraid of everything. I take full responsibility as I too carry a flashlight when I walk to the bathroom either for needed light or protection. We are both working on replacing our fear with faith. In the meantime we use our caution to keep Rhino from over eating, Tiger from running away and Monkey from joining the gypsies. She is afraid of not having Tiger to play with or Monkey being upset. She is more afraid of losing friends and respect than she is of her own wants and desires. And even though she should be in bed, boy can she dance.
Mr. Zookeeper has no concept of time. This is good in that he doesn't care when I'm late but then, he doesn't notice if he's late either... we'll leave that one alone. Mr. Zookeeper is one of the kindest people I know. He can talk to anyone about anything. Though he may not be quick to defend himself that same power makes him very quick to forgive... I know this first hand but we'll leave that one alone too.
Me? I am extremely talented (what? It's my blog so I can write whatever I want)but the one that sticks out most right now is my ability to beat the odds. I don't believe in failure. No experience is ever wasted if you learn something from it and just because it takes a thousand tries to make a light bulb- you still did it. In my case, it would be five years of potty training a tiger, seven years of therapy feeding a rhino, six years of speech therapy, eight years of near death experiences and well, you've read my blog- you know what kind of crazy stuff goes on around here!
I have two favorite Chinese proverbs:
"The branch that bends with the wind does not break" and
"Do not fear going forward slowly; fear only to stand still."
It's seems like the only thing that moves quickly around here is meal time and messes- those are continuous events!
Indeed, I don't believe in failure. If one thing doesn't work than we try something else. Of course this gets me into trouble in that I am rarely content to just let things be. (I say this as I am currently remodeling my entire backyard) But, this talent has also served my family well in the many obstacles we've overcome.
We all have talents but the trick is to balance them. We should be careful not to overrun ourselves. Using our ability to think, yet another talent, we can develop our talents and know when to use them and when to restrain.
That said, Puppy asked me why Tiger likes sitting on the table playing with Legos. I replied that God gave him the talent to focus intently on one thing and because he keeps working at it, he's getting really good at building things. She seemed to agree and then opened a new can of worms,
"So, like because he keeps working on being naughty he's getting really good at that too?"
Like I said, balance in all things...
7.29.2011
Scrapbook: Bear Encounter (Grandma Bear that is)
Grandma Bear is sweet and cuddly, always helping to look after her grand-cubs. Because we were all too busy taking headcount instead of taking pictures, I decided to document a few highlights from our week. Had we taken pictures, these are what some of the captions would have said...
a week in advance:
Here are the kids asking every five minutes when grandma Bear is going to get here.
Here is Rhino asking if he gets to get on the airplane too- and this sad one is Rhino after I told him not this time.
Monday:
This is Mr. Zookeeeper and I trying to sleep in on his day off, but the kids were too excited.
Here's the whole family piling into the van to go get Grandma Bear from the airport and here's a picture of the kids' faces when they finally see her- Tiger couldn't yell loud enough and Puppy couldn't stop smiling.
Here's Mr. Zookeeper jumping with the kids at Airborne... and here's the disgruntled employee telling him that he can't stay in the foam pit that long. She insisted on helping Tiger get out more quickly, we had a good laugh watching her try and explain the rules to him every time he jumped back in and lay there... we probably should have stepped in but she was trying so hard to seem important that we couldn't stop giggling long enough to add our assistance; and remember, if we touch the foam too much- it will eventually fall apart... so we can jump in the foam pit but we must get out as quickly as possible and never, ever build a tower with it!
This is Tiger jumping without ever stopping and here's mom trying to keep up without passing out or tripping on the mats. Off to another potty break! (Jumping is very different after having four kids!)
There's Monkey jumping in her own little space and Grandma Bear looking on. There's Rhino in the background playing dodge-ball with himself- I think he won that round.
That's the UPS man driving away after dropping off five large boxes full of school supplies. This one shows the kids opening said boxes. (Note Grandma's face as they tear into the packages and remove all manner of filling)
Here's Mr. Zookeeper fixing mom's broken side mirror on the van, and on the ground is the piece he just broke off.
At the movies to see "Zookeeper"
Everyone enjoying the movie! Mom's not in the picture, not because she was taking it but because she had to get up four times for popcorn purchases and kids' potty breaks- (but I'm sure the movie was hilarious...)
Tuesday:
The kids splashing at Noah's Ark
Grandma and mom looking for someone Else's lost boy... notice the relieved look on mom's face as it's not her kid that went missing!
Tiger running ahead- he was excited. Rhino soaking his underpants under the sprinkler- that got him excited. Puppy giggling as she runs in circles tapping her toes in the water and Monkey looking around to figure out what in the heck is going on... oh, and there's Tiger jumping off of the sign that says, "no climbing". And this blurry one has mom's finger in the way as she ran to stop Tiger from taking off his swimsuit.
The kids getting mom and Grandma out of the mazes we got ourselves lost in and then us all exploring the bear caves. Great grab, Grandma- Tiger almost got away with that one!
Floating some boats down the river... with the kids assisting. Tiger couldn't reach from the shore so he just jumped in. Sorry to the other mom who gagged at seeing Tiger in the water that she wouldn't even put her fingers in and sorry to her little boy that learned the hard way that Tigers don't like to share.
Here's Puppy and Monkey loving the sand. Rhino and Tiger climbing. Here's the stage where we saw some awesome moves- Rhino- that is the most unique version of the robot I have ever seen!
Here's the maze that we lost Tiger in... he decided to head back to the stage and do some more dancing. This Mom and Grandma moving the herd to the next park.
Trying to figure out how to turn on the golf cart (I made Grandma drive and enjoyed the backseat)
Lunch by the waterfall. Grandma made me drive on the way back... she's always pushing me out of my comfort zone but- as she says, now I can take the cart out on my own and not have any more crazy walking adventures with broken wagons...
Hurrying to make up for too much time spent resting by the waterfall (had to get the cart back at a certain time)
The kids soaking their heads in the secret garden's little pool (they should really put up signs if they discourage that... so difficult as a parent to tell them no when my hand's not forced... decisions, decisions)
Here's the kids getting further and further into messes with the delivered boxes of school supplies... Oh look, they brought down all of the blankets to play with too.
Mom and Grandma escaping to a girls night out... Taco Salads!
Not much of a girl's night out- we looked through the garden center of Lowe's and then bought some nail polish... but I won't tell anyone about the king size snicker's bars we ate in the car!
12:30 am- mom and Grandma sitting in the living room talking- as if they didn't have enough time to talk in four days!
Wednesday:
Everyone sitting around when we should be loading up in the van... we were all so tired!
Trying to have fun jumping but it was too hot! Kids eating ice cream, soda and freeze pops because it's too hot to jump. (you know, you shouldn't have to pay to play and pay for refreshments because it's too hot to play... someone will be hearing from me!)
Us leaving the too hot jumping center- Monkey sound asleep after being in the car for only two minutes and the rest of them screaming that they still want to go swimming... there's mom with a confused look on her face trying to decide how to please everyone.
The kids getting wet at the splash pad. Everyone's smiling again.
Grandma driving away to get some lunch. Mom's running Monkey potty while pulling Puppy and Tiger along... Rhino's oblivious in the middle of a sprinkler- hopefully he won't notice he's alone for a few minutes.
Tiger trying to take off his swimsuit. Rhino sitting on a sprinkler. Puppy running in circles while sticking her toes in the water and Monkey standing on a rock ready to yell at anyone who splashes her- there's the scared face of the boy who splashed her (I really hope he doesn't need therapy...)
Eating some lunch. Tiger's eating only the middle of the french fries (he doesn't eat the ends) and the girls are eating mom's frosty (Dangerous ground, girls). Rhino finds us and eats everything that's left over, which quickly became a second lunch.
There's the kids and those boxes again...
Here's mom and dad heading to the temple while grandma babysits (LOVED IT!) Here's mom and dad getting a bite to eat and enjoying their own french fries without having to hide or share them with Tiger.
Mom and Grandma spending another night talking! Talking about memories, promises and improvements. A thin veil.
Ahh... everyone's sound asleep!
Thursday:
Grandma runs some errands while the Zoo gets some dishes and laundry done. (I'm pretty sure we've already scared Grandma with all of our messes but since it's the last day, we'll clean up a little... save the rest for when we can't play with her anymore).
The kids re-empty their boxes and scatter cut up paper throughout the rooms.
We all pack up to head to the real Zoo and find Monkey asleep in the middle of the stairs.
Tiger covered in Marker (literally), wearing his long pants and long sleeved shirt with his sheriff hat... the rest of us have on shirts and sunblock. He leans over Monkey and yells at her to get up.
She heard him and we're heading out.
Mom excited she got us there without getting lost!
Walking through the park and fossil exhibit. That's the poor man that Tiger thought was interesting... he even pulled on his clothes (not sure why he was so fascinated with this man). Giggling under our breath, we turned and ran out of the building.
Elephants, rhinos, monkeys and then a carousel ride. Here's a candid snapshot of the employee who saw Tiger and asked if he was dressed up as Freddy Krueger... (I told you the marker was everywhere).
A picture of Mom after washing the sunscreen out of her eyes- of course she runs into an old school friend after getting red eyes and sweating from walking up a hill but always good to see a friend!
Snack time and a rest. There's the table that we cleaned up by spilling our water. And there's the second one.
The reptile rooms. Rhino reminding us all that he knows everything there is to know about alligators. Here's Rhino yelling at Tiger because while the sign says it's a crocodile, he really wants to see a real life alligator so this one will be an alligator. (Maybe now he can move on in life)
Dinosaurs (special appearances at the zoo). Rhino knew every species before we even got to the plaque that made the rest of us feel a little less dumb.
Tigers, camels and giraffes. The kids loved seeing the giraffes at eye level while they were eating. And hey Grandma- there's the orangutan that you thought was so amazing... and there he is right after he regurgitated his lunch and you had a different kind of feeling for him.
Mom carrying Tiger. Apparently his sheriff attire was beginning to feel a little warm... no worries- I like to carry the backpack and a 50 lb Tiger while sweating myself! (I took off the backpack to ride the carousel and found I had major armpit sweat marks happening so I put it back on and didn't remove it again until we got to the van!)
Realizing what time it is and running to the train (we paid for it- we're riding it- so run faster kids!) Grandma's face when I told her we walked up a hill when we could have walked around the display... and then Grandma's face when she found out I walked her down the same hill, around a corner through a maze and over some tracks all to find out the entrance was a few steps away from the first hill we climbed by the display... oops!
Driving to meet Mr. Zookeeper for dinner and hurrying to get there and eat before Grandma Bear's flight leaves.
Mom driving, Grandma trying to read Mom's directions. There's the flashing light telling mom to slow down and stop going two miles over the speed limit (that's about how fast I speed). Oh, and there's the other one... but it was flashing because I was two miles under. I can't win!
There's us guessing which road to take and making our decision. Here's us realizing we chose the wrong one. It's OK- we've found a new way. Lost. Found and then Lost again...
Okay- here's us laughing now that we've found our way and realizing why Mr. Zookeeper bought me a GPS for my thirtieth birthday; I should really remember to bring that along...
Excitement in the front seat as we see the restaurant; disappointment as I miss the entrance. Here's our U-turn! There's our second U-Turn and parking.
Calling Mr. Zookeeeper-we got there first- HA! (He knows I'm a terrible with driving and directions so he usually leaves when I get there and says he's five minutes away... smart man, keeps him from wasting time waiting for all my U-Turns)
The kids eating at the all you can eat buffet; Tiger- French fries. Puppy- Mashed Potatoes. Monkey- ate too many fish crackers so she just played with her food and Rhino- corn dogs, pizza and french fries. Good to know that they will eat the same things regardless of how many choices I give them. Here's the adults' stressed looking faces after eating all we could- and here's us laughing about the idea of weighing ourselves before and after the feast.
Taking Grandma back to the airport; sad faces.
Here's Grandma running to catch her flight and here's Puppy throwing up all over Mr. Zookeeper's car... sorry you missed that one Grandma Bear.
There goes grandma Bear's airplane! See you next time!
What a week! What an adventure! and What a better way to have an encounter with a bear than a week's adventure with Grandma Bear! (Now I fear she may go into hibernation to recoup)
We love you- Thanks for all the memories (and talks)!
and bonus points for us; I think we actually wore the kids out! But take notice: If they retaliate on me- I'm sending them down to you....
a week in advance:
Here are the kids asking every five minutes when grandma Bear is going to get here.
Here is Rhino asking if he gets to get on the airplane too- and this sad one is Rhino after I told him not this time.
Monday:
This is Mr. Zookeeeper and I trying to sleep in on his day off, but the kids were too excited.
Here's the whole family piling into the van to go get Grandma Bear from the airport and here's a picture of the kids' faces when they finally see her- Tiger couldn't yell loud enough and Puppy couldn't stop smiling.
Here's Mr. Zookeeper jumping with the kids at Airborne... and here's the disgruntled employee telling him that he can't stay in the foam pit that long. She insisted on helping Tiger get out more quickly, we had a good laugh watching her try and explain the rules to him every time he jumped back in and lay there... we probably should have stepped in but she was trying so hard to seem important that we couldn't stop giggling long enough to add our assistance; and remember, if we touch the foam too much- it will eventually fall apart... so we can jump in the foam pit but we must get out as quickly as possible and never, ever build a tower with it!
This is Tiger jumping without ever stopping and here's mom trying to keep up without passing out or tripping on the mats. Off to another potty break! (Jumping is very different after having four kids!)
There's Monkey jumping in her own little space and Grandma Bear looking on. There's Rhino in the background playing dodge-ball with himself- I think he won that round.
That's the UPS man driving away after dropping off five large boxes full of school supplies. This one shows the kids opening said boxes. (Note Grandma's face as they tear into the packages and remove all manner of filling)
Here's Mr. Zookeeper fixing mom's broken side mirror on the van, and on the ground is the piece he just broke off.
At the movies to see "Zookeeper"
Everyone enjoying the movie! Mom's not in the picture, not because she was taking it but because she had to get up four times for popcorn purchases and kids' potty breaks- (but I'm sure the movie was hilarious...)
Tuesday:
The kids splashing at Noah's Ark
Grandma and mom looking for someone Else's lost boy... notice the relieved look on mom's face as it's not her kid that went missing!
Tiger running ahead- he was excited. Rhino soaking his underpants under the sprinkler- that got him excited. Puppy giggling as she runs in circles tapping her toes in the water and Monkey looking around to figure out what in the heck is going on... oh, and there's Tiger jumping off of the sign that says, "no climbing". And this blurry one has mom's finger in the way as she ran to stop Tiger from taking off his swimsuit.
The kids getting mom and Grandma out of the mazes we got ourselves lost in and then us all exploring the bear caves. Great grab, Grandma- Tiger almost got away with that one!
Floating some boats down the river... with the kids assisting. Tiger couldn't reach from the shore so he just jumped in. Sorry to the other mom who gagged at seeing Tiger in the water that she wouldn't even put her fingers in and sorry to her little boy that learned the hard way that Tigers don't like to share.
Here's Puppy and Monkey loving the sand. Rhino and Tiger climbing. Here's the stage where we saw some awesome moves- Rhino- that is the most unique version of the robot I have ever seen!
Here's the maze that we lost Tiger in... he decided to head back to the stage and do some more dancing. This Mom and Grandma moving the herd to the next park.
Trying to figure out how to turn on the golf cart (I made Grandma drive and enjoyed the backseat)
Lunch by the waterfall. Grandma made me drive on the way back... she's always pushing me out of my comfort zone but- as she says, now I can take the cart out on my own and not have any more crazy walking adventures with broken wagons...
Hurrying to make up for too much time spent resting by the waterfall (had to get the cart back at a certain time)
The kids soaking their heads in the secret garden's little pool (they should really put up signs if they discourage that... so difficult as a parent to tell them no when my hand's not forced... decisions, decisions)
Here's the kids getting further and further into messes with the delivered boxes of school supplies... Oh look, they brought down all of the blankets to play with too.
Mom and Grandma escaping to a girls night out... Taco Salads!
Not much of a girl's night out- we looked through the garden center of Lowe's and then bought some nail polish... but I won't tell anyone about the king size snicker's bars we ate in the car!
12:30 am- mom and Grandma sitting in the living room talking- as if they didn't have enough time to talk in four days!
Wednesday:
Everyone sitting around when we should be loading up in the van... we were all so tired!
Trying to have fun jumping but it was too hot! Kids eating ice cream, soda and freeze pops because it's too hot to jump. (you know, you shouldn't have to pay to play and pay for refreshments because it's too hot to play... someone will be hearing from me!)
Us leaving the too hot jumping center- Monkey sound asleep after being in the car for only two minutes and the rest of them screaming that they still want to go swimming... there's mom with a confused look on her face trying to decide how to please everyone.
The kids getting wet at the splash pad. Everyone's smiling again.
Grandma driving away to get some lunch. Mom's running Monkey potty while pulling Puppy and Tiger along... Rhino's oblivious in the middle of a sprinkler- hopefully he won't notice he's alone for a few minutes.
Tiger trying to take off his swimsuit. Rhino sitting on a sprinkler. Puppy running in circles while sticking her toes in the water and Monkey standing on a rock ready to yell at anyone who splashes her- there's the scared face of the boy who splashed her (I really hope he doesn't need therapy...)
Eating some lunch. Tiger's eating only the middle of the french fries (he doesn't eat the ends) and the girls are eating mom's frosty (Dangerous ground, girls). Rhino finds us and eats everything that's left over, which quickly became a second lunch.
There's the kids and those boxes again...
Here's mom and dad heading to the temple while grandma babysits (LOVED IT!) Here's mom and dad getting a bite to eat and enjoying their own french fries without having to hide or share them with Tiger.
Mom and Grandma spending another night talking! Talking about memories, promises and improvements. A thin veil.
Ahh... everyone's sound asleep!
Thursday:
Grandma runs some errands while the Zoo gets some dishes and laundry done. (I'm pretty sure we've already scared Grandma with all of our messes but since it's the last day, we'll clean up a little... save the rest for when we can't play with her anymore).
The kids re-empty their boxes and scatter cut up paper throughout the rooms.
We all pack up to head to the real Zoo and find Monkey asleep in the middle of the stairs.
Tiger covered in Marker (literally), wearing his long pants and long sleeved shirt with his sheriff hat... the rest of us have on shirts and sunblock. He leans over Monkey and yells at her to get up.
She heard him and we're heading out.
Mom excited she got us there without getting lost!
Walking through the park and fossil exhibit. That's the poor man that Tiger thought was interesting... he even pulled on his clothes (not sure why he was so fascinated with this man). Giggling under our breath, we turned and ran out of the building.
Elephants, rhinos, monkeys and then a carousel ride. Here's a candid snapshot of the employee who saw Tiger and asked if he was dressed up as Freddy Krueger... (I told you the marker was everywhere).
A picture of Mom after washing the sunscreen out of her eyes- of course she runs into an old school friend after getting red eyes and sweating from walking up a hill but always good to see a friend!
Snack time and a rest. There's the table that we cleaned up by spilling our water. And there's the second one.
The reptile rooms. Rhino reminding us all that he knows everything there is to know about alligators. Here's Rhino yelling at Tiger because while the sign says it's a crocodile, he really wants to see a real life alligator so this one will be an alligator. (Maybe now he can move on in life)
Dinosaurs (special appearances at the zoo). Rhino knew every species before we even got to the plaque that made the rest of us feel a little less dumb.
Tigers, camels and giraffes. The kids loved seeing the giraffes at eye level while they were eating. And hey Grandma- there's the orangutan that you thought was so amazing... and there he is right after he regurgitated his lunch and you had a different kind of feeling for him.
Mom carrying Tiger. Apparently his sheriff attire was beginning to feel a little warm... no worries- I like to carry the backpack and a 50 lb Tiger while sweating myself! (I took off the backpack to ride the carousel and found I had major armpit sweat marks happening so I put it back on and didn't remove it again until we got to the van!)
Realizing what time it is and running to the train (we paid for it- we're riding it- so run faster kids!) Grandma's face when I told her we walked up a hill when we could have walked around the display... and then Grandma's face when she found out I walked her down the same hill, around a corner through a maze and over some tracks all to find out the entrance was a few steps away from the first hill we climbed by the display... oops!
Driving to meet Mr. Zookeeper for dinner and hurrying to get there and eat before Grandma Bear's flight leaves.
Mom driving, Grandma trying to read Mom's directions. There's the flashing light telling mom to slow down and stop going two miles over the speed limit (that's about how fast I speed). Oh, and there's the other one... but it was flashing because I was two miles under. I can't win!
There's us guessing which road to take and making our decision. Here's us realizing we chose the wrong one. It's OK- we've found a new way. Lost. Found and then Lost again...
Okay- here's us laughing now that we've found our way and realizing why Mr. Zookeeper bought me a GPS for my thirtieth birthday; I should really remember to bring that along...
Excitement in the front seat as we see the restaurant; disappointment as I miss the entrance. Here's our U-turn! There's our second U-Turn and parking.
Calling Mr. Zookeeeper-we got there first- HA! (He knows I'm a terrible with driving and directions so he usually leaves when I get there and says he's five minutes away... smart man, keeps him from wasting time waiting for all my U-Turns)
The kids eating at the all you can eat buffet; Tiger- French fries. Puppy- Mashed Potatoes. Monkey- ate too many fish crackers so she just played with her food and Rhino- corn dogs, pizza and french fries. Good to know that they will eat the same things regardless of how many choices I give them. Here's the adults' stressed looking faces after eating all we could- and here's us laughing about the idea of weighing ourselves before and after the feast.
Taking Grandma back to the airport; sad faces.
Here's Grandma running to catch her flight and here's Puppy throwing up all over Mr. Zookeeper's car... sorry you missed that one Grandma Bear.
There goes grandma Bear's airplane! See you next time!
What a week! What an adventure! and What a better way to have an encounter with a bear than a week's adventure with Grandma Bear! (Now I fear she may go into hibernation to recoup)
We love you- Thanks for all the memories (and talks)!
and bonus points for us; I think we actually wore the kids out! But take notice: If they retaliate on me- I'm sending them down to you....
7.19.2011
My Immortal- the first year is Published!
I did it. What started as a way for me to record my life with my children has turned into my first published book.
I have written a few books, all have been turned down by publishers. I wasn't a person of interest one company told me. Another said I did not have enough titles behind my name and another did not even ask to read my manuscripts once they learned I was a new comer and had no famous connections.
I'm sorry- I thought I was marketing my writing, not my friends... Apparently I really was young and naive.
Looking back, I am glad I was not published. Not that I would change anything about what I've written but because it gave me the chance to see what I really was made of. I had a hard time writing after each letter of apology. I doubted if I'd ever write anything that would be of interest to anyone other than my own mother (love you mom!).
A year ago, I started writing for me. I always write with an audience in mind but this time it was the older version of myself and my children. I let others in on the secret because I love my life so much. I find so much joy in my children and job and could not consider myself grateful if I did not share. I recorded everyday memories as well as the once in a lifetime moments. It was a way to share my every day... and to perhaps blackmail my children years from now...
The book came in the mail today. It still really only means something to me. It's self published without the approval of a professional editor and probably has the mistakes to prove it; It'll never be a new york times best seller, but that's what makes it a limited edition.
Of course the wild animals got to the book before I did. They absolutely love getting packages in the mail and race to discover their contents regardless of who's name is on there. After fighting like a two year old and yelling out that it was my book, mine- I remembered that I was the mom and composed myself. I proudly showed them the book that they were a part of and once they realized it mostly words they lost interest. I wiped the fingerprints from the cover and put the new treasure on the book shelf... the very top of the book shelf. I debated wrapping it in plastic or putting an alarm on it but wondered if that was borderline obsessive... I guess it's fine for now.
While editing my posts and adding some pictures that Rhino drew for me- I was amazed at how many of those tales I'd already forgotten about. I spent hours reading about the life that I had a front row seat to and was reminded just how lucky I am.
96 pages! I couldn't believe it! No wonder it took me two days to edit. And you guys really read this stuff every week? Wow- you must be real friends to be that dedicated- and a sincere apology to all of those hours spent reading about my crazy life! I'll make a mental note not to be so long winded this next year... but who am I kidding? It takes me three paragraphs just to say hello! I love to talk and I love to write... as you can probably tell- this "hey I got published" has already turned itself into a chapter!
There is something about writing that makes you feel immortal!
So, thank you to all of you (whoever you are) that support me in this journey. I write for me and my children but gain so much strength knowing that I am not alone. Documenting our lives lets us grow closer- goodness! We're practically reading each others' journals! The fact is, we all have strengths, we all have weaknesses and we all need someone to share our lives with. I am glad to have shared my last year first on this blog and now in a book that can be passed down.
After Tiger was born, I started writing to be successful. (I even planned what I would say to Oprah but don't tell that to too many people.) In my own silly ways, I wanted my children to know that their mother was somebody. But now, ten years later, I don't need a publisher's or anyone Else's approval to write what's in my heart. Stories are meant to be told. And my children will always be my greatest success! Because of them- I have a mission, meaning, meltdowns and miracles. They're a wild bunch and they are all mine (yeah Oprah... you shut down your show just a little too soon...) I'd heard it before but finally experienced it for myself. To lose yourself in service to others is the best way to find who you've always been waiting to become. I'd still like to do without so many years of cleaning up poop but if that's what it takes, I'd do it again... I think.
In addition to compulsive storytelling, I'm a succor for hardcover books- even in this digital world. I love the smell, the look and the feel of the pages. Old, new, original or copied- I love to collect words! Now, I have added my own words to my growing collection and it's a beautiful feeling.
Did I mention how good my book looks on my shelf? :) I think I'll go walk past it again.. just one more time...
I have written a few books, all have been turned down by publishers. I wasn't a person of interest one company told me. Another said I did not have enough titles behind my name and another did not even ask to read my manuscripts once they learned I was a new comer and had no famous connections.
I'm sorry- I thought I was marketing my writing, not my friends... Apparently I really was young and naive.
Looking back, I am glad I was not published. Not that I would change anything about what I've written but because it gave me the chance to see what I really was made of. I had a hard time writing after each letter of apology. I doubted if I'd ever write anything that would be of interest to anyone other than my own mother (love you mom!).
A year ago, I started writing for me. I always write with an audience in mind but this time it was the older version of myself and my children. I let others in on the secret because I love my life so much. I find so much joy in my children and job and could not consider myself grateful if I did not share. I recorded everyday memories as well as the once in a lifetime moments. It was a way to share my every day... and to perhaps blackmail my children years from now...
The book came in the mail today. It still really only means something to me. It's self published without the approval of a professional editor and probably has the mistakes to prove it; It'll never be a new york times best seller, but that's what makes it a limited edition.
Of course the wild animals got to the book before I did. They absolutely love getting packages in the mail and race to discover their contents regardless of who's name is on there. After fighting like a two year old and yelling out that it was my book, mine- I remembered that I was the mom and composed myself. I proudly showed them the book that they were a part of and once they realized it mostly words they lost interest. I wiped the fingerprints from the cover and put the new treasure on the book shelf... the very top of the book shelf. I debated wrapping it in plastic or putting an alarm on it but wondered if that was borderline obsessive... I guess it's fine for now.
While editing my posts and adding some pictures that Rhino drew for me- I was amazed at how many of those tales I'd already forgotten about. I spent hours reading about the life that I had a front row seat to and was reminded just how lucky I am.
96 pages! I couldn't believe it! No wonder it took me two days to edit. And you guys really read this stuff every week? Wow- you must be real friends to be that dedicated- and a sincere apology to all of those hours spent reading about my crazy life! I'll make a mental note not to be so long winded this next year... but who am I kidding? It takes me three paragraphs just to say hello! I love to talk and I love to write... as you can probably tell- this "hey I got published" has already turned itself into a chapter!
There is something about writing that makes you feel immortal!
So, thank you to all of you (whoever you are) that support me in this journey. I write for me and my children but gain so much strength knowing that I am not alone. Documenting our lives lets us grow closer- goodness! We're practically reading each others' journals! The fact is, we all have strengths, we all have weaknesses and we all need someone to share our lives with. I am glad to have shared my last year first on this blog and now in a book that can be passed down.
After Tiger was born, I started writing to be successful. (I even planned what I would say to Oprah but don't tell that to too many people.) In my own silly ways, I wanted my children to know that their mother was somebody. But now, ten years later, I don't need a publisher's or anyone Else's approval to write what's in my heart. Stories are meant to be told. And my children will always be my greatest success! Because of them- I have a mission, meaning, meltdowns and miracles. They're a wild bunch and they are all mine (yeah Oprah... you shut down your show just a little too soon...) I'd heard it before but finally experienced it for myself. To lose yourself in service to others is the best way to find who you've always been waiting to become. I'd still like to do without so many years of cleaning up poop but if that's what it takes, I'd do it again... I think.
In addition to compulsive storytelling, I'm a succor for hardcover books- even in this digital world. I love the smell, the look and the feel of the pages. Old, new, original or copied- I love to collect words! Now, I have added my own words to my growing collection and it's a beautiful feeling.
Did I mention how good my book looks on my shelf? :) I think I'll go walk past it again.. just one more time...
7.12.2011
Go Team Zoo!
Me and the kids, we do everything together. We've always played together, eaten together, sometimes slept together (next time we'll buy a smaller bed) and sad to say even pottied together... one has to go and they all have to go (and I never get to go alone either out of Tiger's safety, a debate that must be settled right that second or just a keen desire to be near me!) Especially since we started doing school at home, we can't seem to get away from each other. We have our moments when we all retire to separate rooms for alone time or time-away, but for the most part, we really enjoy each others' company.
Some of this comes out of necessity. With young kids and the older ones having special needs, I keep everyone at arms length. Sometimes, if I'm really stretched, I'll put Tiger on my shoulders, Monkey on my back, hold Puppy's hand and voice direct Rhino. This is why I have four children and a tired body, but, it works. Our circus act keeps them safe and me sane.
Other times, though, we rally together to live life to the fullest. Naturally, if one person is doing something exciting, we all want to do it. One of my biggest complaints about being a grown up is driving. If I was rich I would not hire a chef or even a maid (though my husband might prefer I look into that one). No, I would a hire a chauffeur. I am very grateful that I can drive but it is one of my least favorite thing to do. Thus, I refuse to be a taxi.
Besides the fact that I can't afford to have the kids all in different activities, I don't want to have to drive them all over the place. In addition, the kids think they really, really want to do something and then go back to their same obsessions.I still want my kids to experience things- just not everything that we have to make a commitment for and pay money to do.
A year ago, Tiger was really into swinging a bat. We wanted to put his talent to good use so we showed him how to hit a ball instead of his sister. After watching him hit and already knowing he could run, we signed him and Puppy up for t-ball. We tried to get Rhino on the same team but there were age limits and we were told his size would intimidate the younger kids (not the kids I saw- they would have sent him running).
Because of Tiger's special circumstances, one of us parents had to be the coach so since I was the one with the pen, I signed up Mr. Zookeeper. Our experience was great all around. Like most T- ball teams, the kids were chasing after the ball like women after chocolate. It didn't matter what position they played or who was in their way- that ball was hit and they were there. There were just as many parents on the field as kids, sometimes more and everyone was cheering and yelling directions to the oblivious four year olds who were just out to swing a bat, throw a ball and earn their treat.
It was a lot of fun. Puppy stood in ready position most of the time while Tiger only joined the game to hit and run, after reenacting a dance scene from High School Musical 2. He spent the off times off at the park or locked in his car seat to keep him from playing off at the park (we removed it from the car and put it in the dug out area so he could be close by when it was his turn). It was a fun summer.
Next, Rhino really wanted to learn Karate. Puppy wanted to take dance. Monkey was in that not-interested-in-holding-still stage and Tiger just wanted to run. There was no way I could afford the classes let alone support them in it. So, I did the next best thing.
I ordered some instructional videos, bought a few outfits, robes and belts for the kick- bottom exercises and a few Tutu's and tights for the tight bottom ones and we all took the classes together in our living room. Tiger insisted he get a Tutu... Rhino was having nothing to do with it, so he was the DJ.
While Rhino thinks he's ready for a black belt after doing a few warm ups, Puppy has a great kick and Tiger does a mean plie; none of us are professionals. Still, we all learned a few new things and we had a lot of fun doing it. Plus, like any good team we had our cheers and spent our gas money and extra non-driving time on much needed treats.
Go Team Zoo!
I love having these times with my kids. As they get older their interests change and so do their opinions about how we do things. We may not always be able to do everything together but for now, we can and we do.
The newest hot topic is what sports to play in High School(too many movies, I think).
Monkey just wants to sing and dance, Tiger wants to do everything from swimming to fencing (and probably could do it all too) but since he'll probably run away from school, we'll more than likely get him involved in track. Monkey says she likes sports but I see her dominating the debate team and the Principal's office. Rhino is convinced he will play football and reminds me he'll be there in only six years... which means I'd better start working on my block...
Some of this comes out of necessity. With young kids and the older ones having special needs, I keep everyone at arms length. Sometimes, if I'm really stretched, I'll put Tiger on my shoulders, Monkey on my back, hold Puppy's hand and voice direct Rhino. This is why I have four children and a tired body, but, it works. Our circus act keeps them safe and me sane.
Other times, though, we rally together to live life to the fullest. Naturally, if one person is doing something exciting, we all want to do it. One of my biggest complaints about being a grown up is driving. If I was rich I would not hire a chef or even a maid (though my husband might prefer I look into that one). No, I would a hire a chauffeur. I am very grateful that I can drive but it is one of my least favorite thing to do. Thus, I refuse to be a taxi.
Besides the fact that I can't afford to have the kids all in different activities, I don't want to have to drive them all over the place. In addition, the kids think they really, really want to do something and then go back to their same obsessions.I still want my kids to experience things- just not everything that we have to make a commitment for and pay money to do.
A year ago, Tiger was really into swinging a bat. We wanted to put his talent to good use so we showed him how to hit a ball instead of his sister. After watching him hit and already knowing he could run, we signed him and Puppy up for t-ball. We tried to get Rhino on the same team but there were age limits and we were told his size would intimidate the younger kids (not the kids I saw- they would have sent him running).
Because of Tiger's special circumstances, one of us parents had to be the coach so since I was the one with the pen, I signed up Mr. Zookeeper. Our experience was great all around. Like most T- ball teams, the kids were chasing after the ball like women after chocolate. It didn't matter what position they played or who was in their way- that ball was hit and they were there. There were just as many parents on the field as kids, sometimes more and everyone was cheering and yelling directions to the oblivious four year olds who were just out to swing a bat, throw a ball and earn their treat.
It was a lot of fun. Puppy stood in ready position most of the time while Tiger only joined the game to hit and run, after reenacting a dance scene from High School Musical 2. He spent the off times off at the park or locked in his car seat to keep him from playing off at the park (we removed it from the car and put it in the dug out area so he could be close by when it was his turn). It was a fun summer.
Next, Rhino really wanted to learn Karate. Puppy wanted to take dance. Monkey was in that not-interested-in-holding-still stage and Tiger just wanted to run. There was no way I could afford the classes let alone support them in it. So, I did the next best thing.
I ordered some instructional videos, bought a few outfits, robes and belts for the kick- bottom exercises and a few Tutu's and tights for the tight bottom ones and we all took the classes together in our living room. Tiger insisted he get a Tutu... Rhino was having nothing to do with it, so he was the DJ.
While Rhino thinks he's ready for a black belt after doing a few warm ups, Puppy has a great kick and Tiger does a mean plie; none of us are professionals. Still, we all learned a few new things and we had a lot of fun doing it. Plus, like any good team we had our cheers and spent our gas money and extra non-driving time on much needed treats.
Go Team Zoo!
I love having these times with my kids. As they get older their interests change and so do their opinions about how we do things. We may not always be able to do everything together but for now, we can and we do.
The newest hot topic is what sports to play in High School(too many movies, I think).
Monkey just wants to sing and dance, Tiger wants to do everything from swimming to fencing (and probably could do it all too) but since he'll probably run away from school, we'll more than likely get him involved in track. Monkey says she likes sports but I see her dominating the debate team and the Principal's office. Rhino is convinced he will play football and reminds me he'll be there in only six years... which means I'd better start working on my block...
7.05.2011
Fire(works) and Ice(cream)
Nothing like kicking off the fourth of July weekend with a little swimming. They might look like mammals but deep down, all of the kids are part fish; they love the water. Being at an aunt and uncles house, we were the only ones around so it was calming to let everyone swim without having to keep them within arm distance. They could go down the slide, diving board (even Monkey) or just float around and I could still see everyone. The night was perfect and then we changed paces when we heard a BOOM!
Rhino's aren't usually very fast but when they need to, they can run very, very fast. Our Rhino had such a necessity. Not even his second Popsicle could convince him to stay within ear-sound or sight of the neighbors' evening of fireworks. We are accustomed to making speedy exits so we did just that.
Sunday was nice and relaxing without many sparks or alarming sounds. Of course I felt the need to feed a hungry mosquito while walking five feet from my car to the door (which was inside the garage) so the day was not completely uneventful but still calm.
Monday morning I was determined to enjoy my day. I woke up before everyone else (Okay- so it was like 10 minutes)and got the downstairs cleaned up since I couldn't do it the three previous nights. Not wanting to distract me from my cleaning, Mr. Zookeeeper offered to make breakfast so I could carry on (way to take one for the team hun'). Breakfast is a very big deal around here and Mr. Zookeeper rose to the challenge. We all enjoyed our feast and then the rest of the family enjoyed some good ole Mario Kart while I enjoyed some more cleaning... this time in the kitchen which also took one for the team's breakfast.
We had started a tradition about eight years ago to make homemade ice cream every fourth of July; since we'd never done it since, I thought it would be fun to give it another go. I made four flavors (to please everyone at least once) and concocted cookies and cream, mint and chip, berry and our own nut something... there was chocolate, peanut butter and mixed nuts- all my favorites!
In between flavors I got my game on as well. Puppy likes to JUST DANCE (a girl after my own heart). I was not going to be left out but did sacrifice a few moves so she could have the high score. It turns out that throwing a game to watch your kiddo beam is still very effective. I was afraid I'd lose too many pounds (or pass out- the benadryl was still flowing heavily) so we set off to find everyone else.
Mr. Zookeeper had disappeared for a while but we found him. Had we known what we were about to get roped in to we might have looked a little less harder. We found him cleaning and organizing the crawlspace/basement.... Sure- we'd love to help- be right back.
After being deserted by all, I too walked away from the 3/4 done project and enjoyed a nice nap... hey, it's cleaner than when we started.
Dinner and then off to get some sparklers. Mr. Zookeeper was going to just run to the store alone but decided to go potty first. Thus, we were all piling in the car before he had the chance to escape.
Rhino doesn't like fireworks. Never has and promises that regardless of how many times we try to turn him, he never ever will like them. Mr. Zookeeper has had to adjust to this. He LOVES fireworks and always saved up for months for the chance to blow things up legally in the front yard. Because he is so amazing, he has forfeited this love for Rhino's sanity.
After only buying sparklers... a bag of m&m's, 2 gallons of milk and 6 flyswatters (these sort of purchases are regular occurrences for us)we left the store. While Mr. Zookeeper could resist the piles of dynamite on the shelves, I guess the tents were too much for him. We all waited in the car while he went and scoped out the area.
Still mindful of Rhino, Mr. Zookeeper only got explosions that he felt Rhino could handle. In other words, the little pink and purple flowers that light up as they zoom in a circle. The show was anything but exciting but at least Mr. Zookeeper got to light some things on fire. Tiger has no aversion to fireworks. In fact, he was upset that he wasn't allowed to light anything without Dad.
"Where'd the matches go?"
"I don't know- wait- where's Tiger?"
Yes, I found the missing matches. Tiger wanted to see what 20 sparklers lit up in the kitchen could do.
If the simple poofs (there were no bangs, bams or booms) didn't send the kids indoors then the rain did. Rhino tried to convince me that his bedtime was at 8:30 and so it was more important for him to go to bed on time then to watch the fireworks show... nice try. Bedtime has meant nothing for the the last month so we'll make the exception for tonight.
We ate our ice cream and drove out to view some REAL fireworks...
"Does everyone have their headphones?"
Rhino had his shooting earmuffs so he could separate himself from the noise... Tiger always has his on and Puppy and Monkey didn't want to be left out so they faked a fear of noise as well.
We found the perfect spot. The kids all piled out. We only had 2 chairs so Mr. Zookeeper unlatched all of the car-seats and set them out for the kids. He was halfway through putting the van seat out on the pavement when my redneck radar went off. We agreed the car-seats would be adequate comfort for the time.
We watched surrounding neighborhoods light off their fireworks for about a minute when Rhino inquired if we were done now. Tiger ran down the street, Puppy peed on the side of the road and Monkey claimed to be freezing.
Second attempt to enjoy the evening. Rhino was in the front of the van with an ipod, Tiger in the trunk with the door open, Puppy in her car seat and Monkey wrapped up in a blanket with some fruit snacks.
Mr. Zookeeeper and I sat alone as we watched the sky light up. After being reminded yet again that Rhino was ready to go, we were happy to report that the city's show would be starting soon.
After having a husband and son that are obsessed with fire and blowing things up, I am always happy to sit and enjoy someone else's explosion.
The show started and I ran to point Tiger in the right direction. He was just as excited as I thought he would be and then 30 seconds later he was back to sleeping again... sure, he chooses the night that we are supposed to stay up late to make an early bedtime.
Puppy couldn't decide if she liked the fireworks or not. I think the final verdict was "like" but I can't be certain.
As usual, we prepared for a speedy exit. While it pleased the kids to finally get to go home, it had nothing to do with them. I became the night's dessert. I was trying to press on but when my forehead started swelling and getting hot, I had been bit by my last mosquito. It's one thing to impersonate Hercules with blown up arms and legs but I don't favor the Quasimodo look... it does nothing for me.
I went and stood alone in the dark trying to fend off the hungry beasts while Mr. Zookeeper put the van back together. We positioned the vehicle so we could still watch the finale. This was perfect until we realized that the van was no safer. The window had been down for too long prior and I got bit again. What can I say, I am irresistible.
With my head and arms swelling up- I was very happy I had decided to wear pants even though it was hot and was actually grateful to have been bit three days prior and had already gotten my medication for the summer. Mr. Zookeeper carried the kids off to bed and then helped me get there too. He held the ice pack on one arm while I held the heating pad on the other as well as my head. Not the most romantic close to an evening of fireworks but alas, we've learned to never plan too far ahead anyway.
So there was our Independence Day Celebration. Fire and Ice; a little something for everyone.
Fireworks for dad, ice cream for Rhino. Fire for Tiger and cool dance moves for Puppy. Monkey had it all as she stuck a sparkler in her ice cream. While my fire and ice came literally by the end of the night as I tried to nurse my wounds, I too enjoyed the excitement of the day. The hours seemed to fade as we got a day without all of the ordinary hassles. It was a perfect way to enjoy the freedoms that we have, and a perfect day to remember how blessed we are.
I couldn't help but get chocked up as I looked at the pictures in my family room. I always pause as I view them but today the declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the art work depicting the signing of the former gave me extra reason to reflect on the past and count my blessings. I couldn't help but sing a chorus or two in my heart as I watched the sky explode in celebration. (To spare everyone else- I did indeed keep them in my heart.)
I thought about my home and my religion. I thought about my family near and far. I pondered each one of my children and know how fortunate I am to raise them in a country that gives them rights regardless of their handicaps or gender. I am grateful for men and women who have stood up against adversity and made a difference. We continue to fight on and off the battlefield always remembering that In God We Trust.
I love birthdays! I couldn't think of a better way to spend honoring the birthday of my country than enjoying the freedoms that we have.
Thank you to all of those who have fought and continue to fight to give us these freedoms and a special thank you to those soldiers who let me spend a day with my family even if they couldn't do the same. God Bless You and may God Always Bless America!
Rhino's aren't usually very fast but when they need to, they can run very, very fast. Our Rhino had such a necessity. Not even his second Popsicle could convince him to stay within ear-sound or sight of the neighbors' evening of fireworks. We are accustomed to making speedy exits so we did just that.
Sunday was nice and relaxing without many sparks or alarming sounds. Of course I felt the need to feed a hungry mosquito while walking five feet from my car to the door (which was inside the garage) so the day was not completely uneventful but still calm.
Monday morning I was determined to enjoy my day. I woke up before everyone else (Okay- so it was like 10 minutes)and got the downstairs cleaned up since I couldn't do it the three previous nights. Not wanting to distract me from my cleaning, Mr. Zookeeeper offered to make breakfast so I could carry on (way to take one for the team hun'). Breakfast is a very big deal around here and Mr. Zookeeper rose to the challenge. We all enjoyed our feast and then the rest of the family enjoyed some good ole Mario Kart while I enjoyed some more cleaning... this time in the kitchen which also took one for the team's breakfast.
We had started a tradition about eight years ago to make homemade ice cream every fourth of July; since we'd never done it since, I thought it would be fun to give it another go. I made four flavors (to please everyone at least once) and concocted cookies and cream, mint and chip, berry and our own nut something... there was chocolate, peanut butter and mixed nuts- all my favorites!
In between flavors I got my game on as well. Puppy likes to JUST DANCE (a girl after my own heart). I was not going to be left out but did sacrifice a few moves so she could have the high score. It turns out that throwing a game to watch your kiddo beam is still very effective. I was afraid I'd lose too many pounds (or pass out- the benadryl was still flowing heavily) so we set off to find everyone else.
Mr. Zookeeper had disappeared for a while but we found him. Had we known what we were about to get roped in to we might have looked a little less harder. We found him cleaning and organizing the crawlspace/basement.... Sure- we'd love to help- be right back.
After being deserted by all, I too walked away from the 3/4 done project and enjoyed a nice nap... hey, it's cleaner than when we started.
Dinner and then off to get some sparklers. Mr. Zookeeper was going to just run to the store alone but decided to go potty first. Thus, we were all piling in the car before he had the chance to escape.
Rhino doesn't like fireworks. Never has and promises that regardless of how many times we try to turn him, he never ever will like them. Mr. Zookeeper has had to adjust to this. He LOVES fireworks and always saved up for months for the chance to blow things up legally in the front yard. Because he is so amazing, he has forfeited this love for Rhino's sanity.
After only buying sparklers... a bag of m&m's, 2 gallons of milk and 6 flyswatters (these sort of purchases are regular occurrences for us)we left the store. While Mr. Zookeeper could resist the piles of dynamite on the shelves, I guess the tents were too much for him. We all waited in the car while he went and scoped out the area.
Still mindful of Rhino, Mr. Zookeeper only got explosions that he felt Rhino could handle. In other words, the little pink and purple flowers that light up as they zoom in a circle. The show was anything but exciting but at least Mr. Zookeeper got to light some things on fire. Tiger has no aversion to fireworks. In fact, he was upset that he wasn't allowed to light anything without Dad.
"Where'd the matches go?"
"I don't know- wait- where's Tiger?"
Yes, I found the missing matches. Tiger wanted to see what 20 sparklers lit up in the kitchen could do.
If the simple poofs (there were no bangs, bams or booms) didn't send the kids indoors then the rain did. Rhino tried to convince me that his bedtime was at 8:30 and so it was more important for him to go to bed on time then to watch the fireworks show... nice try. Bedtime has meant nothing for the the last month so we'll make the exception for tonight.
We ate our ice cream and drove out to view some REAL fireworks...
"Does everyone have their headphones?"
Rhino had his shooting earmuffs so he could separate himself from the noise... Tiger always has his on and Puppy and Monkey didn't want to be left out so they faked a fear of noise as well.
We found the perfect spot. The kids all piled out. We only had 2 chairs so Mr. Zookeeper unlatched all of the car-seats and set them out for the kids. He was halfway through putting the van seat out on the pavement when my redneck radar went off. We agreed the car-seats would be adequate comfort for the time.
We watched surrounding neighborhoods light off their fireworks for about a minute when Rhino inquired if we were done now. Tiger ran down the street, Puppy peed on the side of the road and Monkey claimed to be freezing.
Second attempt to enjoy the evening. Rhino was in the front of the van with an ipod, Tiger in the trunk with the door open, Puppy in her car seat and Monkey wrapped up in a blanket with some fruit snacks.
Mr. Zookeeeper and I sat alone as we watched the sky light up. After being reminded yet again that Rhino was ready to go, we were happy to report that the city's show would be starting soon.
After having a husband and son that are obsessed with fire and blowing things up, I am always happy to sit and enjoy someone else's explosion.
The show started and I ran to point Tiger in the right direction. He was just as excited as I thought he would be and then 30 seconds later he was back to sleeping again... sure, he chooses the night that we are supposed to stay up late to make an early bedtime.
Puppy couldn't decide if she liked the fireworks or not. I think the final verdict was "like" but I can't be certain.
As usual, we prepared for a speedy exit. While it pleased the kids to finally get to go home, it had nothing to do with them. I became the night's dessert. I was trying to press on but when my forehead started swelling and getting hot, I had been bit by my last mosquito. It's one thing to impersonate Hercules with blown up arms and legs but I don't favor the Quasimodo look... it does nothing for me.
I went and stood alone in the dark trying to fend off the hungry beasts while Mr. Zookeeper put the van back together. We positioned the vehicle so we could still watch the finale. This was perfect until we realized that the van was no safer. The window had been down for too long prior and I got bit again. What can I say, I am irresistible.
With my head and arms swelling up- I was very happy I had decided to wear pants even though it was hot and was actually grateful to have been bit three days prior and had already gotten my medication for the summer. Mr. Zookeeper carried the kids off to bed and then helped me get there too. He held the ice pack on one arm while I held the heating pad on the other as well as my head. Not the most romantic close to an evening of fireworks but alas, we've learned to never plan too far ahead anyway.
So there was our Independence Day Celebration. Fire and Ice; a little something for everyone.
Fireworks for dad, ice cream for Rhino. Fire for Tiger and cool dance moves for Puppy. Monkey had it all as she stuck a sparkler in her ice cream. While my fire and ice came literally by the end of the night as I tried to nurse my wounds, I too enjoyed the excitement of the day. The hours seemed to fade as we got a day without all of the ordinary hassles. It was a perfect way to enjoy the freedoms that we have, and a perfect day to remember how blessed we are.
I couldn't help but get chocked up as I looked at the pictures in my family room. I always pause as I view them but today the declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the art work depicting the signing of the former gave me extra reason to reflect on the past and count my blessings. I couldn't help but sing a chorus or two in my heart as I watched the sky explode in celebration. (To spare everyone else- I did indeed keep them in my heart.)
I thought about my home and my religion. I thought about my family near and far. I pondered each one of my children and know how fortunate I am to raise them in a country that gives them rights regardless of their handicaps or gender. I am grateful for men and women who have stood up against adversity and made a difference. We continue to fight on and off the battlefield always remembering that In God We Trust.
I love birthdays! I couldn't think of a better way to spend honoring the birthday of my country than enjoying the freedoms that we have.
Thank you to all of those who have fought and continue to fight to give us these freedoms and a special thank you to those soldiers who let me spend a day with my family even if they couldn't do the same. God Bless You and may God Always Bless America!
6.28.2011
The House- Store
The kids were getting restless. It's too hot to go outside and they are only allowed to play in water (or even touch the nozzle) if I'm close by and give permission... granted that's the rule but it actually happening is another story (except for when I'm ahead of them and shut off all of the water). I love to play outside but am currently spending all outside time feeding the bugs that consider me their all you can eat buffet so I've opted for more inside chores and play.
After several games of hide and go seek (there are only so many places to hide), movie days, baking, bean buckets, ceiling golf and other typical indoor activities, we were getting bored quickly. Rhino is content playing solo with his stick but the the rest show their boredom in more disastrous ways. Tiger, for example, has grown a little tired of flooding the bathtub so he's trying out some new spider man stunts. Puppy just wants a snack all day long and Monkey has taken to painting the house again.
In attempt to occupy the girls and get a little cleaning done, I ventured to take them back to my childhood, at least the parts I want them to know about anyway.
I love grocery shopping. It is still one of those things I look forward to doing and I think I've even mentioned before how one of my favorite "alone time" childhood occupations was when I would unload and "scan" all of my mother's groceries when she got home...(that and playing Motorhome Hamburgers...) so today I taught my girls how to set up shop.
We got out our old keyboard and telephone; the first to enter the price and the second because it never fails that you get in the middle of a load and something doesn't have a price tag on it.
"Price Check on aisle 3"
Using an old computer mouse pad to scan in the items with bar-codes, the girls became fascinated with the idea and luckily we had plenty of counter space to load up the items, they were quite good at finding loose items to shop for (they get that from me). At the end of the counter were bags and baskets- each item was placed in it's appointed spot to go back as a return.
We rotated shifts (keeping it fair for all) so while one shopped, another worked the register and sorted the items and the last one re- stocked the shelves. The girls had a blast... and I found myself kicking them off the cash register a time or two to get my turn.
I marveled to watch their faces light up as if a whole new world had been opened up to them and I quickly remembered how many hours I myself had spent shopping, scanning and getting price checks. Some things were different this time around. I didn't mind restocking as much as I used to and (at the insistence of Puppy) we all wore costumes. The shelf-stocker wore an apron while the cashier had a name tag and had to ask how your day was going and if you found everything alright. She was looking forward to having a door greeter welcoming the shoppers but I convinced her that times were tough and we were a little short-staffed so she was content with posting sign letting viewers know that we were accepting applications. The biggest difference, however, was the shopper. It wasn't that she had to carry her purse (and in Monkey's case wear a dress and heels- she didn't get that from me) but that the shopper didn't need any coins. Monkey insisted that we pay for our items (at least I'm teaching her something) but when I got pennies out she threw them at me and had a fit. I implored her to explain her behavior so we could get on with it but she stormed downstairs. Thinking we'd lost her interest, Puppy and I moved forward with our play time when Monkey came marching back upstairs. With her high heels, purse and debit card in hand- she was now ready to complete her transaction (I guess she gets that part from her mom too). After swiping her card, and entering in a few numbers (yes, she even had her own PIN number!) Monkey went about her shopping.
Rhino was excited to get in on the fun until he learned we didn't carry any encyclopedias or food items at the time. Tiger was content having alone time in the Lego aisle so we let him be... other toy stores let you do it so we didn't feel the need to throw him out and even on the account of no shoes, shirt (or pants; we didn't deny him service. We believe the customer is always right - especially when it's a Tiger.
The loft was cleaned up very quickly and we found ourselves opening a clothing department just to get to keep playing.
I got to spend time with the girls, the toys were cleaned up, the laundry sorted and I got to play store instead of my usual household employment; maintenance. Movin' up the corporate ladder? Maybe I am. What started out as a time killer turned into a time marker- memories that we can have (and play out) over and over again since we've already got our setup costs covered, the rest is straight profit.
One of the best parts about being a mom is getting to relive your childhood as you become a part of theirs.
Times are different and games I played aren't the same ones kids are playing today (we didn't require a screen and a remote)- but it goes to show that not everything changes and in so many simple ways, you can still say, "like mother, like daughter" and have it mean something good.
I was happy to learn that while we have our own separate personalities and interests, we found common ground on the playing field.
Now, we just need to agree on the color we want our store name to be written on the billboard and what to do about double coupons on Tuesdays....
After several games of hide and go seek (there are only so many places to hide), movie days, baking, bean buckets, ceiling golf and other typical indoor activities, we were getting bored quickly. Rhino is content playing solo with his stick but the the rest show their boredom in more disastrous ways. Tiger, for example, has grown a little tired of flooding the bathtub so he's trying out some new spider man stunts. Puppy just wants a snack all day long and Monkey has taken to painting the house again.
In attempt to occupy the girls and get a little cleaning done, I ventured to take them back to my childhood, at least the parts I want them to know about anyway.
I love grocery shopping. It is still one of those things I look forward to doing and I think I've even mentioned before how one of my favorite "alone time" childhood occupations was when I would unload and "scan" all of my mother's groceries when she got home...(that and playing Motorhome Hamburgers...) so today I taught my girls how to set up shop.
We got out our old keyboard and telephone; the first to enter the price and the second because it never fails that you get in the middle of a load and something doesn't have a price tag on it.
"Price Check on aisle 3"
Using an old computer mouse pad to scan in the items with bar-codes, the girls became fascinated with the idea and luckily we had plenty of counter space to load up the items, they were quite good at finding loose items to shop for (they get that from me). At the end of the counter were bags and baskets- each item was placed in it's appointed spot to go back as a return.
We rotated shifts (keeping it fair for all) so while one shopped, another worked the register and sorted the items and the last one re- stocked the shelves. The girls had a blast... and I found myself kicking them off the cash register a time or two to get my turn.
I marveled to watch their faces light up as if a whole new world had been opened up to them and I quickly remembered how many hours I myself had spent shopping, scanning and getting price checks. Some things were different this time around. I didn't mind restocking as much as I used to and (at the insistence of Puppy) we all wore costumes. The shelf-stocker wore an apron while the cashier had a name tag and had to ask how your day was going and if you found everything alright. She was looking forward to having a door greeter welcoming the shoppers but I convinced her that times were tough and we were a little short-staffed so she was content with posting sign letting viewers know that we were accepting applications. The biggest difference, however, was the shopper. It wasn't that she had to carry her purse (and in Monkey's case wear a dress and heels- she didn't get that from me) but that the shopper didn't need any coins. Monkey insisted that we pay for our items (at least I'm teaching her something) but when I got pennies out she threw them at me and had a fit. I implored her to explain her behavior so we could get on with it but she stormed downstairs. Thinking we'd lost her interest, Puppy and I moved forward with our play time when Monkey came marching back upstairs. With her high heels, purse and debit card in hand- she was now ready to complete her transaction (I guess she gets that part from her mom too). After swiping her card, and entering in a few numbers (yes, she even had her own PIN number!) Monkey went about her shopping.
Rhino was excited to get in on the fun until he learned we didn't carry any encyclopedias or food items at the time. Tiger was content having alone time in the Lego aisle so we let him be... other toy stores let you do it so we didn't feel the need to throw him out and even on the account of no shoes, shirt (or pants; we didn't deny him service. We believe the customer is always right - especially when it's a Tiger.
The loft was cleaned up very quickly and we found ourselves opening a clothing department just to get to keep playing.
I got to spend time with the girls, the toys were cleaned up, the laundry sorted and I got to play store instead of my usual household employment; maintenance. Movin' up the corporate ladder? Maybe I am. What started out as a time killer turned into a time marker- memories that we can have (and play out) over and over again since we've already got our setup costs covered, the rest is straight profit.
One of the best parts about being a mom is getting to relive your childhood as you become a part of theirs.
Times are different and games I played aren't the same ones kids are playing today (we didn't require a screen and a remote)- but it goes to show that not everything changes and in so many simple ways, you can still say, "like mother, like daughter" and have it mean something good.
I was happy to learn that while we have our own separate personalities and interests, we found common ground on the playing field.
Now, we just need to agree on the color we want our store name to be written on the billboard and what to do about double coupons on Tuesdays....
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