Saturday, December 11, 2010
So, now I have this wonderful way to communicate with my family. I can include the kids in the conversations. It's wonderful. It is such a blessing.
This is going to be a really short post.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
H: Where do you want to live when you grow up? What do you like about that place?
S: In Forney, because I see lots of pretty cars and some time I see changing color cars.
H: What kind of animals do you want? Why do you want them?
S: Cats, dogs, chickens, pigs for ham and bacon. I get to pet my cats and dogs and kill the pigs and chickens.
H: What to you want to be when you grow up? What do you like about that job?
S: A doctor. Then I can look in peoples' ears and know a bunch of stuff. And I can have fun.
H: Who are your friends? What do you like about them?
S: Ari, Catherine, Alina, Maggie. They play with me and we have fun and play lots of things.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
"Hannah. Don't swing him around like that."
"But, Mom, it's fun."
"No. Seriously. Don't do that."
"Ha ha ha ha. Ho ho ho ho. Hee hee hee...."
"Mom. Something's wrong with Jacob's arm."
Another trip to the ER. Jacob has now been sent to the ER by all of his sisters. Poor Hannah felt like dirt.
A dislocated elbow is surprisingly easy to fix.He was very tense, which made it a little difficult to pop the elbow back in place. They gave him some pain medication. After the drugs took effect, fixing it was as easy as a handshake. He was using his arm again as soon as he forgot that he was supposed to be hurt.
The next trip to the hospital was just yesterday. This one started about two weeks ago. It was then that I noticed a rather foul odour emanating from my darling child. There was nothing on him. Bathed the boy. Washed his hair. He was still smelly. It soon became apparent that the smell was strongest around his nostril. (Never thought I'd be sniffing a nose.) It was then that I remembered that I stuck a hot roller sponge up my nose when I was that age. My mom described the smell. It seemed suspicious. The mystery object was far up enough that he would need to be sedated to remove it. We were scheduled to arrive at the OR in the very early hours. It took the doctor about 5 minutes to remove the object. It was a piece of once white fabric. I think it was a piece of the wedding dress I just constructed for my niece. I can only guess that it felt silky and smooth.
Monday, May 31, 2010
I waited in a line with Daniel for two hours so that he could register. About half that time we were waiting outside in the heat. Fortunately, it was only in the 80's, still hot enough that we felt quite grateful to be inside. If you are not too shy, it is possible to make a new friend when you stand in line for two hours. Daniel started up a couple of games with a couple of the kids near us. I was impressed. He has mentioned before how hard it is for him to make friends. I suppose if you start with at least one thing in common it is easier to strike up a conversation. After it was all over the girl (she was cute) asked Daniel for his email.
Daniel won the first round he played. He lost the second round. I'm sure he was a little disappointed, but he took it very well. Later he told me that he had fun and that it was all right if he didn't win. There was a guy next to him in the second round that didn't take defeat very well. He started crying. Daniel tried to offer some words of comfort to no avail. On our way out we spotted that guy crumpled in the floor. Daniel's thoughts on that, "You know, I take my Pokemon seriously, but that's a little TOO serious."
My son is so cool. I'm so glad that he could go and fun with this. I'm so glad that he has such a healthy view of it. Meet friends. Play game. Have fun. That's what it was all about. Winning would have been awesome, but it wasn't the most important thing.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Last Saturday, Hannah went to Medieval Times with her Girl Scout troop. She had a wonderful time. Sarah went with me to pick Hannah up. We got to hear Hannah tell us all about how awesome and wonderful it was and she had to go again. I asked Sarah if she would like to go to Medieval Times.
"No," she says in no uncertain terms. "Fashion girls don't go to that place. And I am SO fashion." Then she takes her little hands and one at a time flips back her hair. I nearly wrecked. One of those times that I wish I had a video camera on constant record.
I think she might actually like to go to "that place". She might still be mad at Hannah. Hannah was trying to turn the lamp off at bedtime and Sarah did not want it off. There was much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. It ended with Sarah telling Hannah, "You are so mean. You used to be nice to me. Let me sleep in your bed and leave the lamp on and play with me. Hannah. You RUINED my life!"
I think the best one this week was Joe at the dinner table:
"When I grow up, I want to drink, smoke and eat sushi."
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
It took me awhile, but I did eventually learn to cook well enough to hold my own. My first attempts were...uh.....interesting. Gravy is a fairly simple thing to make. All you need in fat, flour, and a liquid - milk for white gravy and broth for brown. It is simple, but not easy. There is a delicate balance to getting the proportions just right. The first time I made gravy it was thick. Very, very thick. So thick, in fact, that it could be sliced. I've had other culinary failures that I just don't remember as well. Probably because they just as funny as slice-able gravy.
Sometimes I hear people tell me that they are a terrible cook. I never used to believe them. Probably because my mother and grandmother were severe about their own cooking. No matter how completely delicious a meal was, something could always be better. I had a roommate who told me when we first met that she was a terrible cook. I didn't believe her. One Sunday after we came home from church, she started cooking for a potluck dinner we were attending that evening. I laid down for an afternoon nap to the delicious odours of ground beef and onion cooking. I woke-up to something completely different. She had made this casserole thing. Cheese and crackers and who know what else were in there somewhere. It looked solid and somewhat rubbery. This particular roommate wasn't going to the potluck. My other roommates and I were commisioned to take the thing with us. We did. No one and I mean absolutely no one ate it. We ended up depositing it in a dumpster on our way home. Since then, I believe people when they tell me the can't cook.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sunday mornings are sometimes hectic. There always seems to be a mad dash out the door as we try desperately to not be late for church. One particular Sabbath, I didn't have time to inspect the kids as we rushed out. I remember seeing Joseph's bare feet and telling him that he could put his shoes on in the car. We arrived and I began to help everyone out. Joseph was still without anything on his feet.
"Joseph. Put your shoes on."
"I don't have any shoes."
"Where are your shoes?"
"I left them at home."
Since then, we lay out our church clothes (and shoes!) the night before and I make sure I do an inspection, no matter how late we are.
There was a time when I rarely wore shoes. It was simply more comfortable to be without. College graduation I didn't put on my shoes until I absolutely, positively had to. I had a pair of strappy sandals that I kept under my robe, but not on my feet. Graduation ceremonies were held in the football stadium. That grass was so fresh and soft and squishy. It was heaven for my feet. I did finally put them on when it was time to walk across the stage. I didn't really want to wear them, but I didn't want to embarrass Molly. (Molly Risso was director of theatre.)
I still don't like shoes. Most times it doesn't really bother me if my kids don't want to wear them. I've even read that it is better to go barefoot. However, it does bother me when we can't find them when they are wanted. Sometimes you just have to have them. Actually, I need my shoes right now and I can't find them.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
It's obvious that Mother's Day brings thoughts of..well...Mom. I wish that I could have done more for mother this year (I wish the same thing every year). That is the down side of living far away and having no money. It would've been nice to be able to at least send flowers or a gift card for photo supplies. A visit would have even been better. We haven't been to visit since Christmas. I like spending time with my family and my mom can be fun.
No child really appreciates their mother until they are out of the house. When I was younger, I was a little bit afraid of my mother. She had a temper. I always said, "When I have kids, I'll NEVER loose my temper." Ha. I lost my temper first and then my sanity. I can't say that I'm glad that I discovered that I was more like Mom than I thought, but I can understand.
Another thing I didn't really like when I was a kid was chores. Seriously, what kid really likes chores? I was certain that they were a form of torture. Not until I grew up was I glad for what I learned about the value of work. I'm still in awe of how organized my mother is. She's fabulous. I try, but can't quite get to her level. I always feel like my own efforts are just pretending and I sense the chaos waiting at the edges to take over.
I learned to love reading from my grandmother, but I learned to love Star Trek from my mom. Everytime the reruns would come on, we were watching. When the first Star Trek movie came out we were standing in a line that wrapped around the movie theatre. I attended my first Star Trek convention with my mom and my little brother. We met George Takei! It was so cool.
Actually, we watched a lot of movies together. I remember watching "The Champ". We cried our eyes out. Every Friday night, one of the local channels would play a classic monster movie. I love that my mom spent that time with me. The memory of those times still warm my heart.
I think I should also mention that my mom has a great laugh, she is a fabulous cook, and she likes to dance. I have a great mom.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
I spent three hours at the hospital with him. There is a lot of waiting at the hospital. Although, this wasn't as much waiting as when he broke his leg. The physician's assistant looked at the x-rays and couldn't find anything. The doctor on duty looked at the x-rays and couldn't find anything. They told me that the radiologist would be back in the morning. I could call and find out what he had determined. Jacob's arm was splinted and we left.
The next day, I call the the orthopedic doctor. It will be a week before Jacob can be seen. Kermit talked to the radiologist. He couldn't say anything definitive. So, Jacob's arm, that may or may not be broken, is splinted for a week until we get to see the bone doctor, who may not know anything either. AAUUUGGHHH!!!!
Monday, May 3, 2010
For anyone that has read my previous post about the Flying Monkey of Doom, you'll appreciate this.
Daniel walks into Kermit's office.
"Hey, Dad, Joseph threw his derby car into the burn pile." (We live in the country. We have a brush pile waiting for a match.)
"Why did he do that?"
"He's mad because Jacob threw the car at him and hit him in the eye. So, now he's decided to burn it."
"Tell him to come here a minute."
Joseph walks into Kermit's office.
"Joe, you want to tell me what happened?"
"Well, Jacob threw my car at me and it hit me in the eye and I don't want him to get it again, so, I just threw it into the burn pile."
"So, what you're telling me is that you got taken out by a Flying Monkey?"
And the moral of this tale is, be careful of your actions. They just might come back to whack you in the head.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
I thought that I would regain my enthusiasm for the holiday after I had kids. It just didn't happen. If it hadn't been for my gramma's enthusiasm, I'm not sure that I would have ever thought to make up baskets for my kids. Egg hunts are fun. I still like those. Getting chocolate bunnies on sale the Monday after, that's fun, too. But this whole furry rodent thing is just not as fun. The stories of Jesus, now there is something to get excited about. The power of the atonement and the reality of His resurrection are much more significant than the glitz of the marketers. A rabbit that pops out chocolate eggs just pales in comparison.
Even though I'm not so excited about the glitz and glamour part of this weekend, I should have not assumed that my children didn't want it. They did get baskets this year. My mom brought them when she visited two weeks ago. They also participated in the Easter egg hunt at church. That was enough for me. That seemed to be enough for most of them. My eight-year-old was not quite satisfied. I awoke Sunday morning to find him sleeping on my feet. He had already been up looking. He told me with a slight quiver in his voice that the Easter Bunny did not come. I reminded him of all that he had already received. He still wanted to that early morning nest of goodies. This required me to think before I was totally awake.
There just happens to reside in our home a dog that loves rabbit, usually with their heads torn off and chewed. That was good enough for my sleep-deprived brain. I suppose if I had been more lucid I could have come up with a more humane explanation. But, seriously, this is the boy who cheered when his dad was butchering chickens. ("Yea! Do it again, Dad! I can catch another chicken for you.")
At some point that rabbit is going to have to die. All these imaginary creatures fade in time. What I should have realized, what I would have realized if I had been paying attention, is that the candy and toys are not the important thing. It is that bit of magic at finding something where it shouldn't be. It is the joy of discovering something just for you. Perhaps, if it is not too late, I can try again next year. Well, just as long as the dog stays indoors all night.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The girls had an extra room to do. They had a mud party. Holy cow! They were covered head to toe with mud. They certainly enjoyed themselves. I made them hose down outside before they came inside, but still, there was a lot of mud. They managed to get it all over the bathroom. I was assured they would clean up the mess. I think I want a refund on that guarantee.
Mom and Chandler arrived safely. I'm always glad to have my family visit. I wish Mom could stay longer. She is leaving this afternoon. I'm a little worried about her travelling. There is snow in the forecast. Snow! In Texas! In March! The weather weirdness continues. I'm glad I didn't put all my plants out this week. The weather seemed perfect for it, but I'm glad I waited.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I do enjoy watching the kids outside. They seem to get so much just from the sunshine. They ran. They played. They looked for bugs and flowers. The boys pestered the girls. The girls pestered the boys right back. I regret that I didn't spend more time out there with them. I get too worried about dirty dishes and laundry. Seriously, it will still be there. Tomorrow I will ignore it and just go play.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
There were sequins in my bathtub. Four of them. One purple. Two blue. One white. They were slightly chewed. I have no idea where they came from or how they found their way into my tub or why they were chewed. I'm not sure I want to know. Just a random event. Random events tend to happen with children. Like finding a half-eaten box of cookies under the bed or legos in your shoe. I rather enjoy them.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Our guest hadn't seen High School Musical whatever number it was. Honestly, I can't tell the difference. Maybe I'm past the age of HSM discernment. Hannah decided to put the movie on instead of getting chores done this morning. Daniel was the only one actually working and he was not doing that with much grace. He spent a good portion of the day grumping at everyone that was not performing to his standard.
The boys did manage to finish their chores. While they didn't do a perfect job, it was enough that they got to spend the night at the Martin's tonight. The girls were a different story. Chores were not done so well. We ran out of dishwasher detergent and apparently the dish liquid irritates their delicate skin. I really didn't have the time or inclination to fight them too much on this today. I was already dealing with sick kids and sick husband.
Oh, did I mention that Kermit was having some intestinal distress today? Could he have timed it worse? Not that he really has any control, but we have a visitor. No one is supposed to be sick this week. Elizabeth and Jacob seem to have colds. I'm really, really hoping that E doesn't get sick. I'm really, really hoping that whatever Kermit has is not contagious. We just can't get sick right now. There never is a good time to get sick, but this week is just farther into the realm of 'not good'.
P.S. Kaysie and the baby were released from the hospital. They are staying at Dad's house for now. Still waiting on Jamie.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
My friend's daughter is spending the week with us. She'll be with us for the week. So far, so good. But any child can be good for one day. I'm sure it will be a bit of a culture shock for her. She is an only child. Now she is in a house with many children. She is sharing. Sharing chores. Sharing space. Sharing time. It's not anything I've thought about too much. We have kids and it just is what it is. My friend must have thought about it. She told me to include her daughter in the chores.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Friday was not quite as fun. I woke up to find that we had no electricity. Everything in my house runs on electricity. We were not alone. Power outages everywhere. In our immediate area 35,000 were without power. I heard over 200,000 in Dallas were without power. We didn't get ours back until Saturday afternoon. It was illuminating. That is to say, we were terribly unprepared for an emergency of this sort. It puts a new urgency on our plans to become more energy independent.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I thought about waking the kids to see the snow. It was a brief thought. They would be grumpy. Besides, I'm enjoying the quiet. This is my favorite time of day. Everything is still. Except for the cats that want to be fed and the chickens that want to be let out of the coop. But they can wait and I can sit. I can sit with my cup of chamomile and watch the day gradually grow brighter (no sunrise today with all the clouds). I can sit and read or think. When I get my quiet early mornings, I know the day is going to be good.
Today is going to be very good.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Today, for the first time since church moved to 9:00 am, we were on time. We were even early. It only almost counts. We had two boys sick and Kermit stayed home with them. So, we weren't all there. But I'll take it. I'd resolved to be on time at least once. Now, the goal is to be on time with all of us there.
On New Year's Day, actually before, I decided that I would be more consistent with my blog. I was so certain that I could sit down at least once a week and write. I really would like to write everyday. I'm not sure that what happens everyday would be blog-worthy, but it would be a good habit and needed practice. Obviously, everyday is an overly ambitious goal. I'll stick to once a week. I am determined to not focus what I have failed to accomplish. This week will be better.
I'd like to be more diligent studying scripture. I think I can accomplish that. I'd love to have a clean house, but I don't have much faith in that happening. I simply do not have the fortitude to fight the 6 tornadoes that live in this house.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
On the lighter side, this was posted on my daughter's bedroom door:
1. No screaming.
2. Do whatever H says.
3. Help me with school.
4. Be nice.
5. Be entertaining.
6. Be mean to D.
7. Don't ask stupid questions.
8. Always color.
9. Go to church.
10. Eat lots of Girl Scout cookies.
On seperate bits of paper:
"Never do what D says."
"If you trip over stuff, that's your fault."
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Games - thumbs way up. Especially the two versions of Clue (Harry Potter and Secrets & Spies)
Pictures, picture book and custom calendar from Mom - ALWAYS awesome.
Christmas Butter Bell - cute and functional. Love it.
Christmas cash - seriously needed that. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Baby Alive - Jury is still out. Elizabeth was a little freaked out after she discovered that this baby doll actually poops. "It's not what I thought it was going to be" she said.
Speaking of babies - Sarah loves, loves, loves all her baby dolls and accessories and Elizabeth's pooping doll.
Cars - Jacob is in car heaven. "My cars" he tells everyone.
Cameras for two oldest kids - They like them. Hannah has taken about a bazillion pics and videos.
The beautiful box of goodies from my sister - OK, Sis, this box was fabulous. All the bath stuff was my favorite. The chocolates shaped like shells, never buy them again. They are vile.
The kids greatly coveted the decorative glass 'diamonds'. Elizabeth liked them so much and was such a big help when we got home that I let her keep one.
Now, the key chain that beeps so that you can always find your keys. Good idea in theory. However, the stupid thing won't stop beeping. Very annoying.
When I think on this Christmas, I can't help but feel gratitude. My friends and family have been so remarkably generous and thoughtful. I wish that I could've done more for them. But I feel that always. I can never seem to do enough for them.
Here we are at a New Year. I feel inspired to show more kindness. I want to do more to show the depth of my affection for my family. I hope that I can be better this year.
Friday, January 1, 2010
The ground is wet. Sopping, soaking muddy wet. That did not stop our New Year's Eve guests from lighting off the fireworks that have been hibernating in my closet since July. The cold temperatures, however, did stop all but the most dedicated. Kermit's nephew, our middle son, and a couple of others were the pyrotechnic stalwarts. The rest of us decided that a cozy fire and games were a better way to spend a damp New Year's Eve. (Thank you, Genie, for bringing some fun games.)
I think everybody had a good time. I hope, anyway, that everyone had a good time. We stayed up too late. We ate good food. The company was good.