The yucks overcame our house last week. Within hours three children and myself were taken out. Of course, Jason was not here...doesn't it always seem to happen that way?!?! I kept thinking about "The Devil Wears Prada" specifically Emily Blunt's line..."I am just one stomach flu from my ideal weight". How could she have wanted such a thing? I felt like death. Vanity would never trump health in my book.
We made it through this incredibly powerful bug. It lingered for days but we are all better now. However, my almost organized house is a wreck. The mail piled up along with the laundry. The four of us who were sick only consumed Gatorade from the bottle yet dishes filled the sink. If I ever doubted that I am needed to run this house, I know that indeed I am. I am getting everything back together this week.
I am also looking forward. Tomorrow is the first day of November. The month of thanks. Last year I posted daily on Facebook the things that I was thankful for. I plan to write about my blessings each day. I hope not to bore you but inspire you to offer thanks for the good (and the bad) in your life.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Old Friends
Today is the happiest day of my life. Well, that might be an exaggeration but it really is a great day! I was going to order a new pair of jeans. I found my favorite brand in the cut that I like on sale (really...super sale!). I pulled out my pre-pregnancy clothes to reference the too small size. Against better judgement I began trying on this clothes. Here comes the happy part...most of them fit! I have reconnected with my old jeans and it feels good.
I have memories with many of these jeans. Most women have experienced trauma when trying on jeans. I remember buying each one of them. I don't remember buying most of the slacks or shirts but boy do I remember the jeans. I remember when they became too big when I was really sick and I remember when they became too small because of my pregnancies. I remember when Sam wrote on my favorite pair with a Sharpie. I remember the skinny jeans ripping at the knee (who has fat knees?!?). I couldn't believe the feelings that I had today...excitement, nostalgia, and familiarity. Thank you jeans for making today great!
I have memories with many of these jeans. Most women have experienced trauma when trying on jeans. I remember buying each one of them. I don't remember buying most of the slacks or shirts but boy do I remember the jeans. I remember when they became too big when I was really sick and I remember when they became too small because of my pregnancies. I remember when Sam wrote on my favorite pair with a Sharpie. I remember the skinny jeans ripping at the knee (who has fat knees?!?). I couldn't believe the feelings that I had today...excitement, nostalgia, and familiarity. Thank you jeans for making today great!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Pecan Island
When Jason first announced that he wanted a camp, I was thinking that the inter-coastal canal in Orange Beach, AL would be perfect. He was thinking closer. He built our camp in the backyard and pulled it to a small lot near the Pecan Island Canal which takes us straight to White Lake. Phase One, as he calls it, consists of a bathroom/laundry room and a kitchen/living/bed room. He thought that I would go once or twice and be done with the whole thing. I discovered quickly that I am more of myself in Pecan Island. I am calmer and happier there.
We needed more room so he added a large porch and screened it in. This is Phase Two. Our porch almost doubled our living area. Everything was cozy until Genevieve came along. Luckily Jason loves a project so he started on an addition. He built "Mommy's Camp" (or Phase Three). I now have a beautiful bedroom, bathroom, and walk-in, cedar-lined closet. We got furniture from a friend who was remodeling and bought a studio couch and chair from World Market. Jason let me decorate with beautiful drapes and tons of pillows. My new room is fancier than the one at our home! I love being there. I can read or pray while the others are fishing and crabbing. I can work on projects and cook. I can spend time with my children without being distracted by laundry, dusting, and other to dos.
We have met so many people who have become our dear friends. We share meals and our fishing bounty. We also share hot fishing spots and trout lines. We attend mass at the simple church. Everyone knows when we are there because we usually have the only children attending. The regular parishioners overlook Sam's fidgeting and Genevieve's noises. Jason and one of the men always talk about the weather after mass. We don't know his name but we miss "Weatherman" when he is not there. There is a lady who makes the best pepper jelly and garfish patties. We bring her fresh jalapenos from Jason's garden and mason jars and she fills them up. The pianist and soloist always close with "Immaculate Mary" or "Amazing Grace" when we are there because they know that my children know every word and will sing with everything they have.
At first I agreed with Jason that I would not like Pecan Island. I really thought that I would go two or three times a year to be polite. Now I am the one encouraging the weekend trips. It is more than the crabs and fish, more than the friends, and more than the fun. It is the ability to do things that I can't do at home and be the person that I want to be without being bogged down by my every day life.
We needed more room so he added a large porch and screened it in. This is Phase Two. Our porch almost doubled our living area. Everything was cozy until Genevieve came along. Luckily Jason loves a project so he started on an addition. He built "Mommy's Camp" (or Phase Three). I now have a beautiful bedroom, bathroom, and walk-in, cedar-lined closet. We got furniture from a friend who was remodeling and bought a studio couch and chair from World Market. Jason let me decorate with beautiful drapes and tons of pillows. My new room is fancier than the one at our home! I love being there. I can read or pray while the others are fishing and crabbing. I can work on projects and cook. I can spend time with my children without being distracted by laundry, dusting, and other to dos.
We have met so many people who have become our dear friends. We share meals and our fishing bounty. We also share hot fishing spots and trout lines. We attend mass at the simple church. Everyone knows when we are there because we usually have the only children attending. The regular parishioners overlook Sam's fidgeting and Genevieve's noises. Jason and one of the men always talk about the weather after mass. We don't know his name but we miss "Weatherman" when he is not there. There is a lady who makes the best pepper jelly and garfish patties. We bring her fresh jalapenos from Jason's garden and mason jars and she fills them up. The pianist and soloist always close with "Immaculate Mary" or "Amazing Grace" when we are there because they know that my children know every word and will sing with everything they have.
At first I agreed with Jason that I would not like Pecan Island. I really thought that I would go two or three times a year to be polite. Now I am the one encouraging the weekend trips. It is more than the crabs and fish, more than the friends, and more than the fun. It is the ability to do things that I can't do at home and be the person that I want to be without being bogged down by my every day life.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Works for Me Wednesday (Once again on Thursday!)
About a year ago I was having a lot of trouble with my children wasting food and drinks. They would leave half-eaten plates of food on the counter or at the table and deny ownership. I decided to buy new plates, cups, and bowls and assign colors to each child. These new place settings are small which I like. We now have much less waste and I know immediately who the dishes are for if they are not put in the sink. I allow them to have one cup a day and they keep it in a certain place on the counter. They know to rinse it out and reuse it. I have less dishes to wash now too.
This was working so well that we now implemented a color system for towels. Each child has three towels for the week (along with their bathrobe) in their designated color . I wash these on the weekends. If they run out before then...they must drip dry (and then figure out how to wipe up the water on the floor!). I had to take this step because a certain child of mine felt it necessary to use THREE towels after her bath...one for her hair, one for her body, and one to go OVER the bathmat.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Genevieve's First Word
Genevieve now says "No". I don't know why I was surprised that this was her first word besides DaDaDaDa and MaMaMa. I say this word eleven thousands times a day. "NO, you cannot go outside." "No, you cannot have a friend over when your room looks like that." "No, you cannot bite the dog."
I say "no" about forty-seven times more that yes. I blame this on my children. They never ask me questions that I would answer yes to. They are always asking for expensive toys, adventures, or adding stuff to the schedule. If they would only ask things like:
"Can I clean the bathroom?"
"Can I fold those clothes for you?"
"Do you want some time alone?"
"Can you buy yourself those new outrageously expensive boots instead of buying us food this week?"
I would answer "YES" to these in a heartbeat! Jason and I had to tell Annelise no today. It was hard because I knew that she really wanted a yes. I couldn't say yes because I couldn't add any more activities to our already hectic schedule. I saw the disappointment in her face and the sadness in her heart. She didn't handle the decision well and I didn't handle her reaction well.
Don't these children know that I could be a much better parent if they would just ask the right questions and accept the answers?!?!?
I say "no" about forty-seven times more that yes. I blame this on my children. They never ask me questions that I would answer yes to. They are always asking for expensive toys, adventures, or adding stuff to the schedule. If they would only ask things like:
"Can I clean the bathroom?"
"Can I fold those clothes for you?"
"Do you want some time alone?"
"Can you buy yourself those new outrageously expensive boots instead of buying us food this week?"
I would answer "YES" to these in a heartbeat! Jason and I had to tell Annelise no today. It was hard because I knew that she really wanted a yes. I couldn't say yes because I couldn't add any more activities to our already hectic schedule. I saw the disappointment in her face and the sadness in her heart. She didn't handle the decision well and I didn't handle her reaction well.
Don't these children know that I could be a much better parent if they would just ask the right questions and accept the answers?!?!?
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Jason Fell Off the Fashion Train
If you ask Jason's sister she will tell you that Jason fell off the fashion train in 1989, the year he graduated from high school. I tend to agree with her. I have taken him shopping at Banana Republic on more than one occasion but his "style" still comes through.
He made an early morning trip to Walmart today in search of jeans. He needed "weekend" jeans whatever that is. He came back with medium wash carpenter jeans a size too big. They are horrid. I can't explain just how bad they are. After our girls literally picked themselves off of the floor at the mere sight of these jeans, he explained that they are all the rage in Morgan City!
He jokingly tells me often that he dresses the way he does to keep the ladies away. I told him this morning that he may successfully keep me away if he keeps wearing those jeans. He is a simple person with simple needs. I could complain but his lack of fashion leaves a lot of money in the clothes budget for me!!!
He made an early morning trip to Walmart today in search of jeans. He needed "weekend" jeans whatever that is. He came back with medium wash carpenter jeans a size too big. They are horrid. I can't explain just how bad they are. After our girls literally picked themselves off of the floor at the mere sight of these jeans, he explained that they are all the rage in Morgan City!
He jokingly tells me often that he dresses the way he does to keep the ladies away. I told him this morning that he may successfully keep me away if he keeps wearing those jeans. He is a simple person with simple needs. I could complain but his lack of fashion leaves a lot of money in the clothes budget for me!!!
I Miss My Mommy
Last night Luke was invited to his first sleepover. I knew from the start that he wasn't going to stay the night. I didn't think that it was a good idea. However, Jason was pushing to let him try. It was a house that he had been to many times for play dates and a mom that he was extremely comfortable with.
My heart didn't even skip a beat when the phone rang at 11:15 as it usually does with a phone call at that hour. I knew that my boy needed his mommy. Jason was putting his shoes on before I got off the phone. He also knew what that late night ring meant.
Luke feel asleep on the ride home and Jason carried him to bed. He must not have needed to see me or even talk to me. He just needed to know that I was near and he was safe. I think that I secretly needed the same.
My heart didn't even skip a beat when the phone rang at 11:15 as it usually does with a phone call at that hour. I knew that my boy needed his mommy. Jason was putting his shoes on before I got off the phone. He also knew what that late night ring meant.
Luke feel asleep on the ride home and Jason carried him to bed. He must not have needed to see me or even talk to me. He just needed to know that I was near and he was safe. I think that I secretly needed the same.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Dads are Dads and Moms are Moms
Like most families that I know, Jason and I have clear rolls in our household. I know what I take care of and the same for him. I am not talking about the 1950s version of mom jobs and dad jobs but a division of labor that suits us. Genevieve has been sick all week and often when this happens our rolls get muddled. Jason had to pick up the children from school while I saw about her. The children got soft drinks and candy for an afternoon snack. They waited for me to start on their homework and that was just fine with Jason (not so much with me). He went grocery shopping for me after the children had been bathed. Apparently we are eating Little Debbie cakes and chips this weekend and I am now drinking decaf coffee. The printer ink was forgotten...I guess Annelise will have to WRITE her essay with a pen on paper. He said not to worry about supper because he would bring something back from town. We ate Taco Bell at 9:15.
He is rarely sick. Six years ago he had back surgery and I had to pick up the slack for him. I was equally as bad at his job as he is at mine. I forgot to put out the trash and had to call someone to cut the grass. I often think that I am better at things than he is. I am better than he is at my jobs but not even close at his. Instead of fussing this morning when I realized that I would be drinking coffee without the necessary kick, I remembered that we are a team and we do our best. This is a huge moment in my control-freak life!
He is rarely sick. Six years ago he had back surgery and I had to pick up the slack for him. I was equally as bad at his job as he is at mine. I forgot to put out the trash and had to call someone to cut the grass. I often think that I am better at things than he is. I am better than he is at my jobs but not even close at his. Instead of fussing this morning when I realized that I would be drinking coffee without the necessary kick, I remembered that we are a team and we do our best. This is a huge moment in my control-freak life!
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Works for Me Wednesday (Thursday)
I forgot that yesterday was Wednesday. I really wanted to post weekly tips but the day got away from me. I have a great suggestion from a friend. She wakes up thirty minutes before her family and drinks her morning coffee in silence. She uses this time to reflect and to plan her day. I tried this but my little ones must have thought that I needed company because they both woke up way too early each morning last week. I am more of a night owl so I have been spending thirty minutes at the end of each day to organize and plan the next one.
Since I was a day late, I'll give a bonus tip. I print out the spelling words and vocabulary definitions for the year and keep them in my suburban. The "Imagine It" website is www.imagineitreading.com. After creating a free account, you can access this information under the "At Home" tab. We are often waiting in the suburban at dancing, Annelise's bus stop, or even red lights. I can quickly review this information. I also have Annelise's Vocabulary Workshop words and Luke's pre-decodables. I am a multitask-er but still short on time most evenings. Getting in a few minutes of study time when we would normally be idle has really helped out.
Since I was a day late, I'll give a bonus tip. I print out the spelling words and vocabulary definitions for the year and keep them in my suburban. The "Imagine It" website is www.imagineitreading.com. After creating a free account, you can access this information under the "At Home" tab. We are often waiting in the suburban at dancing, Annelise's bus stop, or even red lights. I can quickly review this information. I also have Annelise's Vocabulary Workshop words and Luke's pre-decodables. I am a multitask-er but still short on time most evenings. Getting in a few minutes of study time when we would normally be idle has really helped out.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Praying for Speeders
Every time I see an ambulance or hear a siren, I say a prayer for the drivers of the emergency vehicles, the people that may be hurt or sick, and the families of those people. It is usually a quick prayer. I also do this if I see a funeral procession. I say a quick prayer for the priest(s) of any church that I pass. I have always done this. I have passed this habit on to my children.
Today Sam and I saw a policeman who had obviously stopped a speeder on the interstate. Sam reminded me to say a prayer. I said, "God, I pray for the policeman and the woman to be safe." Sam told me that I needed to say a longer prayer and I explained to him that the woman was probably speeding and the policeman was reminding her that she needed to slow down and I just ask God to keep both of them safe today. He looked irritated with me. He began to say his own prayer...God, please help the lady to slow down so my mommy can get to Lafayette and help the policeman to stop all of the speeders. I looked down at my speedometer and realized that I was one of those speeders. Oops!
I am always late and always in a hurry. I pass on good habits (praying) and bad ones (driving) too. One day I will have six drivers. I hope that they don't remember the time that I ran into Daddy's truck in the driveway (OK, the TIMES that I ran into Daddy's truck in the driveway), the time (TIMES) that I have run red lights and stop signs (always accidentally), or the times that I speed. I hope that they don't text and drive (or Facebook and drive). I really just pray that they are at least as good as I am at my best and way better than me at my worst.
Today Sam and I saw a policeman who had obviously stopped a speeder on the interstate. Sam reminded me to say a prayer. I said, "God, I pray for the policeman and the woman to be safe." Sam told me that I needed to say a longer prayer and I explained to him that the woman was probably speeding and the policeman was reminding her that she needed to slow down and I just ask God to keep both of them safe today. He looked irritated with me. He began to say his own prayer...God, please help the lady to slow down so my mommy can get to Lafayette and help the policeman to stop all of the speeders. I looked down at my speedometer and realized that I was one of those speeders. Oops!
I am always late and always in a hurry. I pass on good habits (praying) and bad ones (driving) too. One day I will have six drivers. I hope that they don't remember the time that I ran into Daddy's truck in the driveway (OK, the TIMES that I ran into Daddy's truck in the driveway), the time (TIMES) that I have run red lights and stop signs (always accidentally), or the times that I speed. I hope that they don't text and drive (or Facebook and drive). I really just pray that they are at least as good as I am at my best and way better than me at my worst.
Christmas Wishin'
Samuel has been telling me about all of the things that he wants for his birthday and Christmas. These dates are a week apart. He wants everything that he sees on television, in magazines, and in his brother's hands. He has even been making a list for Genevieve. Apparently, she wants a doll that poops and pees, a new Sing-A-Ma-Jing, and a remote-control train that has 100 feet of tracks (strangely similar to what Sam wants).
Sam has been keeping a running list for about a month...ever since his brother's birthday. Yesterday, he told me about his biggest wish. He wants a surfboard with wheels that goes on roads instead of the sea. I tried to explain that this amazing contraption is called a skateboard. He wasn't buying it.
Surfboards have caused Annelise confusion too. When she was Sam's age, she had a bathing suit with a small pocket. She insisted that it was for a surfboard key. She didn't have a surfboard and especially not one with a key. However, that was her favorite bathing suit because of the potential for surfboard key storage.
I think about how life would be different for adults if we still had some of our child-like reasoning. Would we look at chores as a burden or an adventure? Would we dare to dream more? Yesterday, Sam told me that "life is not too much hard". While his grammer needs work, his message was clear. Life is fun, exciting, and rewarding but sometimes we adults forget that.
Sam has been keeping a running list for about a month...ever since his brother's birthday. Yesterday, he told me about his biggest wish. He wants a surfboard with wheels that goes on roads instead of the sea. I tried to explain that this amazing contraption is called a skateboard. He wasn't buying it.
Surfboards have caused Annelise confusion too. When she was Sam's age, she had a bathing suit with a small pocket. She insisted that it was for a surfboard key. She didn't have a surfboard and especially not one with a key. However, that was her favorite bathing suit because of the potential for surfboard key storage.
I think about how life would be different for adults if we still had some of our child-like reasoning. Would we look at chores as a burden or an adventure? Would we dare to dream more? Yesterday, Sam told me that "life is not too much hard". While his grammer needs work, his message was clear. Life is fun, exciting, and rewarding but sometimes we adults forget that.
Sorry I've Been Gone
Life sometimes gets in the way of intentions. I intended to post every day to my blog, complete Operation Clean-Out, and add tons of recipes. Blogging is difficult in Pecan Island especially without internet and spotty cell service. Organizing my children's bedroom proved difficult from PI as well. I did go through some of my favorite recipes and will post those soon.
A sick baby and the St. Michael's Auction has taken up some of my time also. I am really looking forward to the auction. There are so many great packages to bid on not to mention grown-up time with some of my favorite people. I am hoping that my sick baby gets better because Momma needs a night out!
Today, I am getting back to organizin'. Before I can go through the dreaded toys, I am going through the closets and drawers. I figure that the winter clothes will make an appearance soon and they will need a home. I'll be sad to put up bathing suits and sundresses. I miss the summer so much.
A sick baby and the St. Michael's Auction has taken up some of my time also. I am really looking forward to the auction. There are so many great packages to bid on not to mention grown-up time with some of my favorite people. I am hoping that my sick baby gets better because Momma needs a night out!
Today, I am getting back to organizin'. Before I can go through the dreaded toys, I am going through the closets and drawers. I figure that the winter clothes will make an appearance soon and they will need a home. I'll be sad to put up bathing suits and sundresses. I miss the summer so much.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Operation Clean-Out: A week later
Many parts of our house are clean and organized better than they have been in years. Crowley Christian Care and the Acadia Parish Recycling Center are getting an embarrassing large load of "stuff". I am going to continue with the process until every nook and cranny are clean. However, I am taking the weekend off to enjoy some time with my family at our camp. Thanks for everyone who encouraged me along. I am glad that I have done the same for you. Next week I will be tackling the children's rooms...toys, clothes, and more "stuff".
Antiquing with Sam
Sam and I and a friend and her children went to Firefly's, a cute antique shop, in Rayne today. Sam was amazed by the goodies. I was nervous that he would touch everything. He looked at each treasure with awe. He had never seen so many wonderful things in one place...horse shoes, a glass fishing float, an iron bed, and bird "traps" (cages). He kept asking for things for his birthday or Christmas. He loved everything that had character which was pretty much everything. He talked extensively on the ride home about a wooden pew and a boat (an old bathtub). He wants that pew so he can sit and think. He wants that "boat" so he can sail in the gulf and catch dolphins. His imagination was in overdrive just seeing those old gems.
Sam is a little like those antiques. He is a little rusty, a little crooked, and a little quirky. He likes fun and adventure and not rules and such. He has stories to tell. He has character too. I thought about my Sam as he told me about all the things that he saw. He has trouble sitting still and trouble paying attention. He likes movement, chaos, and action. Recently, I was told that Sam was bad...he didn't listen and he couldn't stay quiet. That hurt my heart because while I know this is true, I know he is sweet, loving, and a thinker. The world needs all types of people especially his type. He won't be one to follow the rules or to wait on others. He will follow his heart and make his own way. He will ask for explanations and test boundaries. I celebrate his uniqueness!
Sam is a little like those antiques. He is a little rusty, a little crooked, and a little quirky. He likes fun and adventure and not rules and such. He has stories to tell. He has character too. I thought about my Sam as he told me about all the things that he saw. He has trouble sitting still and trouble paying attention. He likes movement, chaos, and action. Recently, I was told that Sam was bad...he didn't listen and he couldn't stay quiet. That hurt my heart because while I know this is true, I know he is sweet, loving, and a thinker. The world needs all types of people especially his type. He won't be one to follow the rules or to wait on others. He will follow his heart and make his own way. He will ask for explanations and test boundaries. I celebrate his uniqueness!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Operation Clean-Out Day 7
I am on a roll! I washed all of our crystal last night while studying with Annelise. I am ashamed to admit that I don't do this often enough. There was a lot of dust. I am not sure why I registered for all of this crystal when we got married. We never use it. We have old fashions, double old fashions, water goblets, both red and white wine glasses (I don't really know which is which), and champagne flutes. Who did I think that we would be in our married life...fancy alcoholics? Neither of us are or were big drinkers (those who know me from college can keep their comments to themselves thank you very much!). However, every one of those glasses are clean and put away until 2015 when I take them our for their next scheduled washing!
Today, I went through my book collection. I have quite a few that I love and would not get rid of but several that I am giving away. I would like to share some of my favorites with you. My goal today is to learn how to list them on my blog. I am now an Amazon Associate and can link to their website. I want to disclose that I will get a very small portion of any order that is place through a link on my blog including the Amazon search box. However, my goal of this blog is to entertain, inform, and connect with others. I appreciate any support that you make through the advertisements but I am keeping my original purpose for this journey.
Today, I went through my book collection. I have quite a few that I love and would not get rid of but several that I am giving away. I would like to share some of my favorites with you. My goal today is to learn how to list them on my blog. I am now an Amazon Associate and can link to their website. I want to disclose that I will get a very small portion of any order that is place through a link on my blog including the Amazon search box. However, my goal of this blog is to entertain, inform, and connect with others. I appreciate any support that you make through the advertisements but I am keeping my original purpose for this journey.
Works for Me Wednesday
On Wednesdays I plan to share tips that make my life easier. Many people ask me how do I do "it" with so many children. I don't think that I do "it" perfectly but I have learned some tricks along the way. Please feel free to send me your tips too. I would love to share them and to use them!
A few years ago I was complaining to a friend about keeping track of uniforms. I would think that we had everything together the night before only to find that I had two skirts for Annelise and none for Meredith in the morning. This smart mom, told me that she keeps the uniforms for her four school-age boys in the laundry room. Doing this allows her to see what is clean without going to each closet. I quickly bought a hanging rack and they have been there ever since. I love this plan. My children dress in the laundry room too. They take off their PJs and put them directly into the hamper. I wash all of the uniforms for the week together and hang them up directly from the dryer. I made our morning even easier by turning the dry bar under our stairs into our school closet. I have a plastic container with three large drawers. Each girl has one to put their school shoes and after school stuff like leotards, dancing shoes, volleyball gear, etc. We also have two more smaller plastic containers that we keep the school socks in. Organizing the school stuff this way has changed our life. I do still have to remind the girls about our system as shoes still like to hang out on the kitchen floor. However, we have a plan and that is a start.
Lions, Tigers, Bears...Oh My!
Blessings come in abundance but even Dorothy knew that trials tend to come in threes. Last night our lion, tiger, and bear were three tests. Not just any three tests but a three chapter humanities unit test, a science chapter test, and a religion chapter test. We have been studying for that humanities test for a week. This morning Annelise put her book and study guides in her backpack and knelt at out prayer table and called on God. I forget sometimes in the midst of turbulence to call on Him for guidance, wisdom, and strength. She had done all she could do and turned it over to Him.
Katherine has been reviewing science every night for the past week also. The material is new and harder for her to grasp. She typically learns things quickly and this struggle has affected her. I asked Jason to study with her hoping that he could bring a fresh take on the scientific method. He must have done a good job because Sam was talking about investigating and inferring this morning.
Meredith always does well on her religion tests. However, I knew that she needed help studying. It was not because she didn't know the material but because she needed the time with me. It seems that every night I spend the most time with the child who has the most homework. This is usually not her so she gets pushed aside too many days. I love studying for religion tests with my children because it reminds me to talk about our faith and God's presence in our lives. I relate the life of Jesus and the other men and women in the bible to our lives. Even though it was a busy night, I am glad that I had to take time out for her.
School is often overwhelming for this mom of six. I loath homework. As a teacher I know its importance but as a mom I hate its presence in our lives. I would rather be picking flowers or watching the new calves outside. I would rather be enjoying a meal together and talking about the day instead of Amun-Re, anemometers, or dangling participles. I would rather do just about anything than homework.
Katherine has been reviewing science every night for the past week also. The material is new and harder for her to grasp. She typically learns things quickly and this struggle has affected her. I asked Jason to study with her hoping that he could bring a fresh take on the scientific method. He must have done a good job because Sam was talking about investigating and inferring this morning.
Meredith always does well on her religion tests. However, I knew that she needed help studying. It was not because she didn't know the material but because she needed the time with me. It seems that every night I spend the most time with the child who has the most homework. This is usually not her so she gets pushed aside too many days. I love studying for religion tests with my children because it reminds me to talk about our faith and God's presence in our lives. I relate the life of Jesus and the other men and women in the bible to our lives. Even though it was a busy night, I am glad that I had to take time out for her.
School is often overwhelming for this mom of six. I loath homework. As a teacher I know its importance but as a mom I hate its presence in our lives. I would rather be picking flowers or watching the new calves outside. I would rather be enjoying a meal together and talking about the day instead of Amun-Re, anemometers, or dangling participles. I would rather do just about anything than homework.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Operation Clean-Out: Back on Track
I fell off of the organizing wagon yesterday...OK, I jumped off of the organizing wagon yesterday. I woke up with determination this morning. Sam and I cleaned up the backyard while Genevieve watched. We moved the "fleet" to the barn. Our fleet consists of six bikes most of which have half eaten seats (thanks to our dog) and flat tires, several tractors of various sizes and functions, three motorized ride-ons, three wagons, and a "coocher" (scooter). We played fetch with Coal and watched the new calves playing in the field. I trashed the dead potted plants and swept the patio. At the end of our job Sam was sad. He said that this was the most fun cleaning up he had ever had. He didn't want to go back inside...so we didn't!
Something is changing in my heart. Getting our life in order is becoming fun, rewarding, and less of a chore (well except for yesterday). Some of my children are even getting in the spirit. Katherine went through the nail polish and threw out the old ones. She also cleaned up under the stairs which is where we hang backpacks and jackets, store dancing and volleyball stuff, and keep the socks. Meredith has been making her bed and keeping the upstairs relatively habitable. Sam and Annelise have been providing tons of messes for the rest of us to clean up (they help in their own special way!) and our orderly Luke is in heaven. Thanks for all of the encouragement. I love hearing your successes (even when they are greater than mine). Genevieve will be going down for a nap and I am spending the next hour cleaning and organizing the bathrooms.
Something is changing in my heart. Getting our life in order is becoming fun, rewarding, and less of a chore (well except for yesterday). Some of my children are even getting in the spirit. Katherine went through the nail polish and threw out the old ones. She also cleaned up under the stairs which is where we hang backpacks and jackets, store dancing and volleyball stuff, and keep the socks. Meredith has been making her bed and keeping the upstairs relatively habitable. Sam and Annelise have been providing tons of messes for the rest of us to clean up (they help in their own special way!) and our orderly Luke is in heaven. Thanks for all of the encouragement. I love hearing your successes (even when they are greater than mine). Genevieve will be going down for a nap and I am spending the next hour cleaning and organizing the bathrooms.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Operation Clean-Out Day 6
I was a total slacker today. I could blame it on my runny nose. I could blame it on the beautiful weather. I could blame is on lack of sleep, the alignment of the stars, the price of rice in China, or the Amanda Knox verdict. I do not have an excuse. I should have stuck with the plan. I should have focused my energy. I should have lied and told you that I cleaned the bathrooms perfectly! However, I caught up with Facebook, magazines, grocery shopping and cooked supper. I hope to double up tomorrow and get the bathrooms cleaned AND organized. Wish me luck!
The Family who Sleeps Together has a Tired Mom and Dad
I never know who will be in my bed come morning. I can almost guarantee that Jason will not be there and that Genevieve will. However, I never know who else will show up during the night. Sunday morning I woke up at 4:00 and was surprised to see Annelise laying were Jason belongs. I remember watching TV with her late Saturday night and I guess she fell asleep. Luke was there also. I don't remember when he showed up. He usually stands at my bedside and sucks his thumb LOUDLY until I wake up and then asks if he can climb in. I always say no but he always gets in anyway. I don't remember if we had this exchange that night.
Typically Jason starts off in the twin size race car bed with the two boys. I don't know how he can handle sleeping shoved between these two nighttime ninjas especially when his feet hang over the hood. He claims that it is easier than walking them back to their bed umpteen times during the night. I try to wake Jason up before I go to sleep and walk him back to our bed but he usually finds his way back to the boys room. He built this bed with a family friend when he was fourteen for his little brother. Their nephew used it and so did several other lucky little boys that we know. We were excited when it made its way back to our house. The boys love that bed and are proud to show visitors their dad's handiwork. I just wished that they could love it as much without Jason in it.
Meredith and Katherine sleep upstairs (or on the couch or in a recliner or with Annelise or on the floor in my room). They have learned to be quiet in their nighttime shuffle. I woke early one morning not too long ago to find Meredith in the boys bed along with Jason, Luke, and Sam. She got sick during the night and Jason in his exhausted stupor told her to climb in. Four people in one twin bed is a bit much if you ask me. I was just grateful that I was not involved.
Annelise sleeps in a full-size bed along with about twenty pillows. I often have a hard time finding her in the morning amongst all that fluff. She is also a nighttime roamer. I have found myself shaking every lump in her bed only to discover that she is on the couch, in a recliner, in her sisters' room, or on the floor in my room. The only TV allowed on during weeknights is the one in my room. She usually sneaks in on Thursday nights to watch Project Runway, her favorite show, and then falls asleep.
I try to remind everyone that they would be more comfortable in their own beds with their own pillows and blankets. They obviously aren't buying it. I am not sure if I will miss this nocturnal dance of bed swapping when they are grown. As of now, I just want to sleep through the night any way possible.
Typically Jason starts off in the twin size race car bed with the two boys. I don't know how he can handle sleeping shoved between these two nighttime ninjas especially when his feet hang over the hood. He claims that it is easier than walking them back to their bed umpteen times during the night. I try to wake Jason up before I go to sleep and walk him back to our bed but he usually finds his way back to the boys room. He built this bed with a family friend when he was fourteen for his little brother. Their nephew used it and so did several other lucky little boys that we know. We were excited when it made its way back to our house. The boys love that bed and are proud to show visitors their dad's handiwork. I just wished that they could love it as much without Jason in it.
Meredith and Katherine sleep upstairs (or on the couch or in a recliner or with Annelise or on the floor in my room). They have learned to be quiet in their nighttime shuffle. I woke early one morning not too long ago to find Meredith in the boys bed along with Jason, Luke, and Sam. She got sick during the night and Jason in his exhausted stupor told her to climb in. Four people in one twin bed is a bit much if you ask me. I was just grateful that I was not involved.
Annelise sleeps in a full-size bed along with about twenty pillows. I often have a hard time finding her in the morning amongst all that fluff. She is also a nighttime roamer. I have found myself shaking every lump in her bed only to discover that she is on the couch, in a recliner, in her sisters' room, or on the floor in my room. The only TV allowed on during weeknights is the one in my room. She usually sneaks in on Thursday nights to watch Project Runway, her favorite show, and then falls asleep.
I try to remind everyone that they would be more comfortable in their own beds with their own pillows and blankets. They obviously aren't buying it. I am not sure if I will miss this nocturnal dance of bed swapping when they are grown. As of now, I just want to sleep through the night any way possible.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
I Want to be a German
While in kindergarten Annelise learned a lot besides her letters and numbers. She learned on the first day of school that she could not order from the menu at the school "restaurant". Instead, everyone had to eat off of the buffet and they could not make choices there either! She learned that nap time was not optional, story time was her favorite, and skorts and a sailor top were what all the cool girls wore. She also learned about Germans.
Annelise came home one day and through tears explained that she wanted to be a German. Several of the children in her class were descendants of the German families that settled in Robert's Cove and would be performing traditional dances at the Germanfest. They would also have costumes that included wreaths made of flowers for their hair (Can you even imagine that she would not be a part of this?!?). I told her that when she grew up she could marry a German but we couldn't declare our lineage. It was given and not chosen. She was devastated.
The Germanfest is this weekend and it always reminds me of Annelise's wish. My Killmer relatives originated in Germany but they were not one of the families that settled in this area. This time of year I also wish that they were. Luckily, those sweet Germans allow us all to be a part of their family for a whole weekend of dancing, singing, playing, and best of all eating!
Annelise came home one day and through tears explained that she wanted to be a German. Several of the children in her class were descendants of the German families that settled in Robert's Cove and would be performing traditional dances at the Germanfest. They would also have costumes that included wreaths made of flowers for their hair (Can you even imagine that she would not be a part of this?!?). I told her that when she grew up she could marry a German but we couldn't declare our lineage. It was given and not chosen. She was devastated.
The Germanfest is this weekend and it always reminds me of Annelise's wish. My Killmer relatives originated in Germany but they were not one of the families that settled in this area. This time of year I also wish that they were. Luckily, those sweet Germans allow us all to be a part of their family for a whole weekend of dancing, singing, playing, and best of all eating!
Operation Clean-Out Kid's Edition
My children looked at me like I was nuts when I eagerly told them about our weekend plans of clearing out the drawers in the kitchen. One went so far as to say to me that I was ruining a perfectly beautiful day and God would be mad. I told them that we are setting the timer and no one will work longer than thirty minutes. "If we hustle we can get it done," was my battle cry. They weren't buying it (not even Luke who lives to organize).
I assigned the drawers and told them that they could start theirs whenever they wanted but it had to be done before 7 p.m. Sunday night. I knew that the procrastinators would run for the hills and the two that hate to have things on their to do list would jump right in. Annelise went with the youth group to Alexandria for the day. Her drawers (the worst) would have to wait until the deadline anyway.
A wonderful thing happened when those drawers started getting clean out. We became super heroes of the cleaning world. The procrastinators started cleaning up in other areas of the house just to avoid the drawers. Trust me, I was not complaining. The organizers got excited about the job ahead. The first two drawers took two minutes and that was with Sam's help! Those two drawers are always neat. They house Ziploc bags and aluminum foil. We took everything out then let Sam vacuum them. He was satisfied with his job and decided to watch TV instead of help (Hallelujah). The rest of drawers took a little more time and we ended up working together to get them done. We didn't even need Annelise and I am sure she is happy about that.
Now that the kitchen is clean, I feel lighter and more energized. All that stuff has a way of weighing a person down without them even knowing it. I am looking forward to completing the rest of the projects. Next week I am focusing on the bathrooms (Monday-Wednesday), dining and foyer (Thursday), and the living room (Friday). The week after will be the dreaded toys!
Oh, if anyone is interested in cabinet pulls from 1978 or expired coupons dating back to 2002, let me know. I can hook you up.
I assigned the drawers and told them that they could start theirs whenever they wanted but it had to be done before 7 p.m. Sunday night. I knew that the procrastinators would run for the hills and the two that hate to have things on their to do list would jump right in. Annelise went with the youth group to Alexandria for the day. Her drawers (the worst) would have to wait until the deadline anyway.
A wonderful thing happened when those drawers started getting clean out. We became super heroes of the cleaning world. The procrastinators started cleaning up in other areas of the house just to avoid the drawers. Trust me, I was not complaining. The organizers got excited about the job ahead. The first two drawers took two minutes and that was with Sam's help! Those two drawers are always neat. They house Ziploc bags and aluminum foil. We took everything out then let Sam vacuum them. He was satisfied with his job and decided to watch TV instead of help (Hallelujah). The rest of drawers took a little more time and we ended up working together to get them done. We didn't even need Annelise and I am sure she is happy about that.
Now that the kitchen is clean, I feel lighter and more energized. All that stuff has a way of weighing a person down without them even knowing it. I am looking forward to completing the rest of the projects. Next week I am focusing on the bathrooms (Monday-Wednesday), dining and foyer (Thursday), and the living room (Friday). The week after will be the dreaded toys!
Oh, if anyone is interested in cabinet pulls from 1978 or expired coupons dating back to 2002, let me know. I can hook you up.
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