Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Little Women (My Own Meme!)


Last spring, Sweetling read some excerpts from Little Women in her Classics for Young Readers anthology. I remember, vaguely, reading the book sometime around 4th or 5th grade and not being impressed. In fact, I remember finding it rather dull and tedious to read. And Sweetling wasn't that taken with the excerpt she read either. But Mommy, who read the excerpts so we could discuss them, fell in love with the story. I told Sweetling how I hadn't liked it when I was younger. I explained for her, in more modern language, why Jo's sacrifice of cutting her hair was such a huge sacrifice for the time. I talked to her about how she would feel if her Daddy was gone for a year, and then became very, very sick. That perspective seemed to help her appreciate the story some more, but the original language and writing style still wasn't something that interested her. I, on the other hand, decided I really needed to reread Little Women. And then I never got around to checking it out of the library.

Last week at the library, I stumbled upon the volume by accident and brought it home with me. The edition I came across is called "The Whole Story" and has historical and cultural notes and illustrations in the margins to help a younger reader understand the context of the story. (Smurf, I would fail at the "More Victorian than You" game. I still had to look up "dress-circle" and "poplins". I can't find "tarleton" other than it being, i think, a kind of fabric.)

Yesterday afternoon I read the chapter "Jo Meets Apollyon". (And I also now need to read Pilgrim's Progress.) Some words that Mrs. March speaks to Jo really made me stop and think. Speaking of learning to overcome her own quick temper and hastily spoken words, she says, "I must try to practise all the virtues I would have my little girls possess, for I was their example."

And I was forced to wonder, what example am I setting for my own children. What do they learn from watching me? And what do I daily model for them?

If you are a mother, and you are reading this, I'd love to hear your own reflections on this topic. Would you be so kind as to take a moment to write about this in your own blog, and leave me a little note to let me know you have done so? If you're not a mother, but have some thoughts either about what your mother modeled for you or what you might like to model for your children someday, I'd love to hear those as well. My own reflections are rather long, because I lean towards the verbose, but I'd love to read some other entries about this, whatever length or format suits you best! (I'm not clever enough to make a linking graphic for you to copy, so sorry! But you're welcome to either use my graphic or none or your own, or whatever.)

My first inclination is to dwell solely own my own faults and follies. But I want to be honest and productive in my answer. Though everyone has shortcomings, to take this as an excuse to beat myself up for what I am not doing, would be to miss an opportunity for true self-reflection. So instead, I'm going to begin with the beginning of our day, and think carefully through what I do and say.

First, I know I'm not the best at getting up in a timely manner. But, despite this, I usually have myself ready for school on time and have the basics of my morning housework done as well. Yes, there are exceptions to this when I'm sick, or when we all stayed up late, but those are exceptions not the rule. More importantly, my children now get up and start completing their morning lists without needing reminders. They are usually ready to begin the school day on time. So, I think I can say that I'm modeling the importance of getting up, getting ready, and getting basic responsibilities attended to first thing. And, on those days we fall short, we still get up, get ready, and get our basic responsibilities tended to and start school as soon as we can.

Sweetling and I both do our devotions in the morning. We used to sit and do them at the kitchen table together as we had breakfast. But now that Sweetling has decided to read through the Bible a chapter at a time, she takes her Bible and curls up on a chair in the living room to read her chapter. I still sit at the kitchen table with mine. I start my devotions by writing a list of seven specific things I am thankful for that day. Sweetling still loves to come and read my list each morning. Then I write down which scriptures I am reading, and I jot down a sentence or two about how the scriptures spoke to me specifically. Sometimes, I'll write a verse on a yellow post it note and stick it to the bathroom mirror, so that I can remember to reflect upon it during the day. I think I've set a good example for Sweetling, but I know I need to be better at helping Toa of Boy with his devotions. I need to find some way of working devotions for him into the busy morning.

I know during school that I model many different qualities. Independent learning is a big one on the list, and it is something that Sweetling has nearly mastered. The importance of reading is clearly evident in our house, not just during school time but all the time. And both Sweetling and Toa of Boy are blossoming in their love of books. Writing is likewise modeled and valued. I spend time on blogs and on creative writing projects of my own. Sweetling spends hours writing her own short stories and participating in discussions on Webkinz Insider. Toa of Boy keeps his own journal (with Mommy's help. He sounds out the first letter of each word, and I fill in the rest of the word.) Even though his last two entries were, "I D[on't] W[ant] T[o] D[o] S[chool]," and, "I D[on't] W[ant] T[o] D[o] J[ournal]," he is delighted with the ability to put his thoughts and opinions in writing.

Creativity and self-expression are valued, praised, and encouraged in their development. Toa of Boy will be the first to tell you that he is a great artist. Sweetling will agree that she is creative and unique and that she has her own style. And of course no one who has ever met me even in passing would deny that I'm one of those "creative types." Spontaneity, joy, and playfulness are also qualities that I readily, easily, and daily model. In fact, I asked Sweetling last night as I was brushing her hair after her shower, what sort of qualities she thought I taught by example. Her first response was, "that it's okay to be silly sometimes."

Thankfulness and recognizing the blessings in our lives is another lesson I think I'm managing to hand down. Yesterday morning, I was on the phone with Vaya. We were discussing how long we each had been without power after the windstorm last weekend. Vaya had gone without power for a week. I said that we had been very fortunate in that our electricity was only out for 26 hours or so. "Yes," added the Sweetling, who was as usual listening in, "and even then we still had a gas stove to cook on, and a phone that didn't need electricity to work, and hot water." I am pleased that rather than dwelling on the crisis of the storm, Sweetling immediately recites the many ways we were spared. It is our practice as a family, before each meal, when we give our thanks, we each find one new, specific thing to thank God for. I think there is great value in focusing on the many gifts we have, rather than dwelling predominately on what we have not.

Which then leads to how we share our blessings, and how we demonstrate compassion and kindness to those in need. This is one area I wish I was doing more regularly. It isn't that we don't do this at all. We pray for those who are going through hardships. Both children help select clothes and toys to put in give away bags when the charity trucks come through the neighborhood. Anytime I make a dish to take to church for a funeral, or a meal to deliver to a family who's experienced a birth or a serious illness, I try to have the children help in the preparations. When we're at the grocery store, there are specific deals I take advantage of just so that I can take the items to the church food pantry...and I'll ask the children to find the item on the store shelf, telling them why we are getting it, just so that they are participating in the sharing. Still it seems like all these ways are sporadic and infrequent. Not regular or routine.

I'd like to say I demonstrate good sportsmanship. And that's true to some extent. We are very conscientious about telling each other 'good game,' and meaning it, whether we win or lose. We congratulate each other for our successes, even if we haven't shared in the victory. Watching the Olympics, I made sure to point out to Toa of Boy how the athletes shook hands after the events, no matter how they had placed. And yet I also do dances of victory when I beat the Jedi in Wii Mariokart. So, still an area I can improve upon I suppose.

And sadly, there are many areas in which I demonstrate lack of follow through. Every summer, I give my children the chance to witness first hand what becomes of a garden when its neglected. And at least one week out of the month, my children have to go rescue underwear from a laundry basket downstairs, because I never got around to getting the clean laundry folded and in baskets to its respective owners.

Neither do I demonstrate punctuality. Oh, I try, but I'm also well-known for my perpetual tardiness. (I think I'm getting better, but I'm no where near consistently on time. Its so sad when as we leave the house, the five year old always asks, "We late, Mommy?")

But I overflow in demonstrating love for my children and my husband. I'm free with my words of affection and with gentle hugs, quick kisses, and playful tickles. We will never be the most punctual family, and we don't have the tidiest of homes, but we have a very caring family and a loving home.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Biblical Fruit Cake

Smurf, you'll at least love the title of the post ;)

I just finished reading Faraway Summer by Johanna Hurwitz. (Excellent historical children's fiction.) A young Russian-Jewish immigrant from the tenements of New York City spends two weeks of her summer on a Vermont farm with a Christian family as part of a charity run by the Fresh Air Fund. Throughout the stay, Hadassah Rabinowitz and Emma and Eleanor Meade become close friends. They learn to appreciate the differences of their backgrounds and find the many ways in which they are the same. There is a short appearance by the photographer Wilson Bentley, and a parallel between the uniqueness of each snowflake and the uniqueness of each person becomes a underlying theme of the book. Before Hadassah returns home to New York, Mrs. Meade, who has been struggling to learn and remember some basic kosher laws at meals, makes a fruit cake. She tells Hadassah that the "recipe" comes from the Old Testament and look up the references for each ingredient together.

I'm copying out the recipe here, just as Hadassah copied it into her journal. I think Sweetling and Pinky and Violet will love making this some Friday afternoon. (I am going to make a few changes to some of the verses and ingredients, but I'll note my changes after I share the original. And I'm lazy and didn't type out the chapters and verses.)

1 cup--Genesis 18:8 (butter)
1 cup--Psalms 19:10 (sugar)
4 whole--Jeremiah 17:11 (eggs)
2 cups--1 Kings 4:22 (flour)
1 1/2 cups-1 Samuel 30:12 (raisins)
1 1/2 cups-Song of Solomon 7:7 (dates)
1 cup--Numbers 17:8 (almonds)
1/2 cup--Genesis 24:17 (water)
2 tsp--Exodus 16:31 (honey)
1 tsp--Amos 4:5 (baking powder)
pinch--Leviticus 2:13 (salt)

Season to taste according to Chronicles II, Chapter 9, Verse 9 (cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg.)
Take the first three ingredients and follow Solomon's advice, as noted in Proverbs, Chapter 23, Verses 13-14 (beat well).
Chop almonds and dates and add together with the other ingredients. Mix thoroughly. Pour batter inot a floured and buttered tube pan with a removable bottom.
Bake at 350 degrees for 60 minutes. Test with a toothpick to be sure cake batter has fully cooked. Cool in pan before removing.
This cake does not need frosting. However, if you sprinkle confectioner's sugar through a strainer, it will look as if sowflakes have fallen on the cake.


Having looked up the verses, I think I will make the following changes when I do this activity with the girls. First, I would never have gotten 'sugar' from reading Psalms 19:10. I'd have gotten 'honey.' But the verse that is given for honey, Exodus 16:31, is for manna which is described in the verse as being white and sweet as honey. So, I think I'll switch the verses for those two ingredients. Second, I'm thinking I'd rather substitute apples for the dates. So, I think instead of dates I'll use apples and use Proverbs 25:11. Lastly, I cannot agree that Solomon's advice in Proverbs 23:13-14 was to beat well. I'll find a different verse for that instruction.

I'm also considering concluding the recipe with either Psalm 51:7 or Isaiah 1:18.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Sites to Check Out

I'm reading others' blogs who actually, you know, followed the directions for the last memoir assignments. There are some cool sites out there. I'm making a list so that later I can go back and see them :)

The Homeschool Magazine --keep meaning to check this out. haven't yet.


Homeschool Freebie of the Day
--free is my favorite color

And while we're on that topic-- CurrClick--I've known about this one. I just keep forgetting to visit it. They have a weekly freebie.

And now I'm just going to plagarize BerryPatch:
# Art Projects for Kids (blog) Some of the projects on here are a bit too time consuming for me. The one just up is making a "painting" out of clay that requires glazing and firing it in a kiln. That won't happen around here. But there are some really fun & neat projects on there as well.
# No Time for Flash Cards (blog) EXCELLENT for the preschool crowd and a bit older. Hands on stuff. I can't recommend this one enough. Love it.

More links to look at--
Today's Creative Blog

Hillbilly Housewife--low-cost home cooking from scratch

I might add more. But I think i'll stop there.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

A Few of My Favorite Things

(Cute linking graphic coming as soon as Sweetling makes one for me.)

Kisses from children and snuggles in mornings,
Pink-inked devotions and cocoa for yearnings,
Large picture windows and glad songs to sing,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Daffodils in springtime and gay leaves in autumn,
Homeschool and tickles and boppings on bottoms,
Blue eyes that lovingly look into mine,
These simple delights I do find so fine!

Squirrels in the backyard go leaping through treetops,
Christmastime carols and sunsets from hilltops,
Looking for fairies and gnomes in the woods,
These are the blessing that bring me good moods!

When the taters' raw,
But the meat is burnt,
And the crockpot goes unplugged,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bummed.

Panda Garden dinners and hot fudge from Heggy's,
Stoffer's lasagna and finding my car keys,
Cute bunny slippers with whiskers and tails,
Twitter and blogspot and getting emails!

Beating the Jedi when we race with Wii motes,
Gardens and roleplays and conservative voters,
Palin for President has a nice ring,
And these are a few of my favorite things.

Girls I lead in praise dance and teaching at VBS,
Hocking Hills and waterfalls and making a little mess,
Birthdays and butterflies and fuzzy Webkinz,
And I can't forget my fav'rite penguins!

When the sky is gray
On a winter day,
And some of my hairs are too--
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so blue!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Wind

Last week Toa of Boy prayed for wind. Now, Toa of Boy is required to say a prayer before each meal. He gives thanks for his food, and then he must give thanks for one other thing, a different thing for each prayer. I use the words "required" and "must", because that's what most of Toa of Boy's prayers have seemed to be. Something he is doing because Mommy says he should. But last week was different. Toa of Boy clasped his hands and bowed his head. "Thanks I'm having grilled cheese," he said, "and please make it some wind for flying kites. The End."

I was ecstatic. It was the first time, that I have been aware of, where his prayer has seemed like communication instead of a dutiful formula. As he ate his lunch, we talked a little about prayer and how God always listens to our prayer. He asked, "Its gonna be windy now, Mommy?"

"Maybe not right now," I said, "and besides, we can't go kite flying today. Maybe we should pray for wind this weekend, so that we can go kite flying when its windy and Daddy can come too." It was decided this was a good course of action, so we both bowed our heads again, and prayed for a windy day over the weekend, so that our family could go kite flying.

"It's gonna be windy this weekend, Mommy?" was the immediate question. "God's gonna make it windy?"

"I hope so," I replied. "God always listens to our prayers, and He loves us very much. But He doesn't always give us everything we ask for. Just like when you ask Mommy for something. Sometimes Mommy says 'yes!' And sometimes Mommy says, 'not right now, but you can have that later.' And sometimes Mommy says, 'no, I don't think that would be very good for you.' When we ask God for something, sometimes God says 'yes!' And sometimes God says, 'not right now'. And sometimes God says, 'no, that wouldn't be the best thing for you to have.' But whatever he answers, he answers it because he loves us."

::Note to my readers--

Half of you are now upset that I didn't immediately name it and claim it. That I show I lack of faith by not immediately telling my boy that of course it would be windy. To these, I must politely answer that God's plan is not our plan, that His ways are not our ways, that even Jesus in the garden prayed, 'not my will, but Yours be done.' I do not question whether God *could* send the wind. I do not question whether God hears and answers our prayers. But I humbly bow before his Sovereignty.

A few of you have taken the opposite point of view. What about all those times when it clearly, to us, seems best that God answer our prayer by fulfilling our request? How is letting a loved one linger in sickness despite our prayers for healing in our best interest? To these, I must also humbly answer, I don't know. I do not pretend to understand why some prayers seem to us to go unanswered and unheeded. There are wiser ones than I that wrestle with these same questions. There are times when God doesn't seem to make sense. There are times when circumstances seem bitterly unfair. And you would be correct in that assessment. There are times when my prayers consist solely of loud, lengthy complaints and arguments with my Creator about the ills and injustices of circumstances. And those of you who know me in real life know what a perfect fit I can throw when I don't get my way. For those of you who don't know me in real life, I am quite perfectly described by the nursery rhyme--There was a girl who had a curl right in the center of her forehead/ And when she was good she was very good/ And when she was bad she was horrid.

But in the end, I am always left with a choice. I can choose to trust in God and in the sovereignty and goodness of His plan, or I can choose not to trust. I choose to trust. Sometimes I choose to trust because I can look back on and remember many, many times before where my situation has seemed hopeless and cruel, and yet God worked it for the good. Sometimes I choose to trust because I can remember the promises He has given us and been faithful to fulfill throughout the ages. But sometimes I trust only because I would rather face the uncertainty of with the certainty of a loving God who is control, rather than go through my trial without the shelter of his protection and grace. And so, I choose to trust, and I choose to believe.

Having had my little soap box time for the day, I'll get back to the wind story--

That night at dinner, I shared Toa of Boy's prayers with the rest of the family, and we prayed again for wind over the weekend. Later, I talked with Mamma about his prayers, and I asked her to pray specifically for wind this weekend.

Friday came and went. Saturday came, and the day was pleasant and sunny. A gentle breeze ruffled the trees in our backyard. The Jedi saw the trees moving out back, and thought we could perhaps go kite flying. I disagreed. Having attempted to fly the large kites before, I knew they needed a steady, constant wind to stay aloft. The two of us stood at the kitchen window, looking out the front of the house at the neighborhood, and agreed that there was not enough continual air movement for the kites would to do well. We said nothing of our discussion to Toa of Boy.

Sunday started with the air heavy and humid. But as we left church, the wind snatched Toa of Boy's Sunday school paper right out of his hand. In a flashing flutter of movement, the paper was carried up and unto the church roof. There it danced on the shingled surface, caught where the upward sloping roof joined the flat vertical surface of the taller gymnasium's wall. It jitterbugged past the A and the Y of the large letters of our church's name before being caught in a downdraft and spun back down towards us. We were all helplessly watching its path, and for a moment thought that we could catch it and return it to its traumatized owner, who had not been silent about its departure. But alas, the wind threw it beyond the tall fence that corralled the giant air conditioner. Many people, for now the event had grown beyond the concern of our immediate family, peered anxiously through the slats of the high partition, trying to see where the paper had landed. We could not spy it in the grass inside the enclosure, but there arose speculation as to whether a thin person could squeeze through the space between the church wall and the galvanized steel fence post. I examined the space, and was pretty certain I could fit, if only just barely. But, I also caught a glimpse of the paper. It was pressed to the concrete slap in the belly of the noisily whirring beast within. I could possibly squeeze past the safety of the perimeter fence. I could certainly reach my arm through the ventilation space in the metal housing of the unit. I might even be able to stretch my arm far enough in to reach and retrieve the lost paper...but that assessment was a little questionable. In the end though, sanity prevailed and we headed home minus one Sunday school paper.

Driving home, we noticed a line of dark clouds on the horizon. The Jedi and I discussed what would be quickest for lunch. If we were going to fly kites, we only had a brief window before the storm front completely moved in. We sent the kids to go get playclothes on, and I packed three healthy lunchables with ham slices, braided honey pretzel twists, and half a banana in a tupperware sandwich container. We grabbed water bottles, put the kites in the van, and headed out. (There are way, way too many trees and power lines in our area to fly kites.) The kids ate their snacks on the way, and we drove back up the road to a small local park. We got out of the van, and headed to the outfield of one of the parks two adjacent baseball fields.

By this time, the wind gusts were so strong neither of the kids could carry their kites into the field. The wind was just trying to blow them over. I jested that we could tie a string to the kids themselves and fly them, and my teasing wasn't far from the truth. We got Toa of Boy's kite in the air, where it thrashed violently at the end of its line and quickly became a lethal weapon. It ducked and dived and bucked and threatened to decapitate anyone caught along the length of its now horizontal tether. Sweetlings kite immediately ripped free of its sparring and, like some poor animal caught in a trap, tried to tear itself to pieces to get loose from its earthly tether. The Jedi managed to wrestle it back to the ground in one piece, and walked back to the van, keeping the kite in a tight bear hug till it could be safely stowed away.

Toa of Boy decided to be considerate, and share his tasmanian devil of a kite with his sister. Sweetling took hold of the kite string, which she eventually found despite the cloak of hair whipping around her face. Toa of Boy ran to dodge death by dancing around under his dangerous kite. I was watching Toa of Boy, and trying to call out life saving instructions to him like, "Come back! No No! Don't come straight to me--the string will slice you in two! Go around! No! Don't spin around!" While I was preoccupied imparting my words of wisdom, the string pulled free of Sweetling's hand. Suddenly I found myself kicking off my sandals and running full tilt across a field in pursuit of a kite hellbent on the ultimate escape. I managed to pounce cat-like on the spool that was jumping across the grass playing out string as it went. At this point, the Jedi returned from securing Sweetling's kite in the van. He surveyed the scene and decided we perhaps had had enough kite flying for the day.

As we all hiked back to the van, one of us collecting her shoes on the way, the Jedi spotted one unfortunate bird who attempted to take wing. He didn't see the creature's final destination, but could tell from is failing struggles that it was not headed in the direction it had intended to go. We paused on the lee side of the van to watch the cloud race across the sky in a manner not unsimilar to time-lapse films. As we drove back around the baseball fields, we noticed a large section of the outfield fence that had been ripped from the ground, the posts at its base shattered. Toa of Boy wanted to know if they could play on the playground for a little while. For some unknown reason, we parents agreed to this request. We were quickly disabused of this notion by the bits of parking lot gravel turned into stinging projectiles in the torrent of the wind.

Driving home, whirlwinds of leaves swirled across the street and around the van. The first of the small branches began to splinter from their parent trees. I thought once we reached home, we would just go about doing our regular Sunday routines. So, I sent the kids to pick up the school room and their bedrooms while I swept and mopped the kitchen floor. I went downstairs, threw the laundry from the washer into the dryer, and grabbed the vacuum cleaner. I was on my way out of the laundry room when the dryer stopped. I paused, thinking for a minute I must not have set it correctly, but into the silence came the beeping of multiple UPS systems crying out for electricity.

I don't know what most families would do first when the power goes off. Wait a moment to see if it comes back on perhaps? Start gathering flashlights just in case it doesn't? Call the power company? Turn on a battery operated radio? None of those things happen first in our family. In our family, without any words being spoken, everyone heads for the computers and begins the shut down process as soon as possible.

When all the systems had been shut down and the UPS's silenced, I moved the breakables off the living room window sill. Though, sadly, I thought Toa of Boy's small plant would be safely protected by the thick upright between the panes. I was wrong. Toa of Boy thought we could water the carpet, and the plant would still grow. Mommy had make firm injuctives against carpet-watering. Since vacuuming wasn't an option, we placed to small chairs in-front of the spilled plant, to protect against small feet grinding dirt into the carpet.

We watched the fury of the winds for another three hours. We listened in awe, and not a little fear, at the loud cracking of the largest limbs raining down around the community. We expected thunder and lightening and terrific rainfall, but received not even as much as a sprinkle, nor any thunder besides the shot-like snapping of the wood.

Christopher Robin and I exchanged a few text messages. The power was out in her neck of the woods as well. (I really think I get points for not saying in her neck of the hundred acre woods.) I jokingly mentioned how sad I was to not be able to vacuum or do laundry. I also speculated that if the power stayed out, evening church would be canceled, and I could stay home and play games. So, now you all know. In a time of crisis, I can be that petty and selfish. Sure enough, a little while later our youth pastor called. The power was out on a very wide reaching scale (and church was canceled. If I were a better person, I'd be feeling a little guilty.) The Jedi went out to the car to listen to the radio, but several of the local stations weren't broadcasting. That was an eerie, end of the world type of feeling. Pulling up a news network on his phone, he learned that hundreds of thousands were without power across several counties.

Realizing now the full scope of the situation, or what we thought was the full scope at the time, now we began to take emergency precautions. The Jedi gathered lightsticks and battery-less flashlights. Fiona the Webkinz snake got looped through the handles of the fridge and freezer to remind the family not to open either one. Sweetling raided her multiple sets of walkie-talkies for 9volt batteries for the weather radio. I looked through the pantry to come up with a dinner I could put together without using anything in the fridge...since I thought the power would be back on in a few hours, and the refrigerated foods would be fine if we just kept the door closed to keep them as cool as possible. My stovetop was gas, so at least I could do some cooking. And, Toa of Boy learned that both the wii and the computer and all the lights needed electricity to run.

We spent the evening playing games together. As it grew dark, we each activated a light stick. I passed the Jedi in the hall and he said, "I feel like I should be starting an EVP session." At 8pm, the Jedi decided we should rescue the ice cream from the freezer, and consume as much as possible since it wasn't going to last much longer. We all gathered around and had an ice cream feast at the table. Toa of Boy and Sweetling decided they wanted to camp out in the living room, so we got out the sleeping bags. We tucked Toa of Boy in, and Sweetling read by the light of a glowstick till it was her bedtime. The Jedi left our bedroom light on, so that we would know when the power came back on during the night.

The next morning I woke up sometime between 6:30 and 7. It was hard to say exactly what the time was without the big glowing numbers on the alarm clock. The Jedi was dressed and ready to leave for work when he got the call that there was no power there either. Upstairs, both of the kids had wakened early. Since it was still dark, the Jedi decided he wanted to drive around and see how extensive the outing was for himself. We all scrambled to get dressed so that we could go with him. A few business centers were powered, and we bought a paper and cold medicine for Toa of Boy. We also sat in a line that began in the right lane and gradually inched its way into the gas station. Toa of Boy played on the game boy while we waited for our turn to fill up the tank. The paper was citing that 90% of the area had lost power, and that it could be 3 to 5 days before the electricity was restored.

Back at home, we began making more long term plans. We also had a forest down in our yards that needed attention. And I had a dishwasher full of dishes that needed cleaned, and a dryer full of wet clothes that I thought I should do something with. But I think I'll have to save the details of "the day after" for another post. My tummy is rumbly and it is past time to start dinner.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Something New



Something new. Something new. (Something borrowed, something blue.) You know, maybe I shouldn't try to do my writing at the end of the day.

The biggest new thing we're doing this year is that we have joined a co-op. We've never participated in one of those before. Mostly because our schedule always seemed so full, the thought of adding something to it had no appeal. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Ok, it might have appealed to the Sweetling, but it didn't appeal to the Mommy. As far as the Mommy was concerned a co-op meant extra fees, extra driving, extra commitments...since the parents have to sign up for something...extra work, and a whole day away from our chosen curriculum. So, pretty much, a lose-lose situation.

BUT, this year, we've joined a co-op that's made up of families all using the same curriculum we are using. So now, instead of the co-op being a burden, its a huge help. Instead of losing time away from school, we're gaining time...since some subjects will be almost completely covered during co-op.

Today (Thursday) was our co-op "kick-off" party. We walked into the cafeteria, and though both children had been waiting and waiting for co-op, both children became shy and nervous. Toa of Boy *clung* to me, absolutely petrified. In response to his repeated questions, I had reassured him over and over again as we walked from the van to the building that I was not leaving him, that I would be with him the whole time. Yet still he clung to me tighter than a velcro monkey. I don't think he's done that since our first month home from Guatemala. He refused to look at anyone or anything, but just buried his face in my shoulder. It struck me then, he would never, ever have been ready to go to a traditional school this year. As well adjusted, confident, and out-going as he normally is, he obviously still has anxiety separation. Forcing him to go to kindergarten on his own away from home might have only intensified his fears.

After the Pledge and songs and prayer together, we divided into groups by grade to go to our classrooms. Sweetling headed off with the fifth graders and I went with Toa of Boy and the kindgergarteners. In kindergarten, we sat at a table together and colored with our brand new school supplies. Toa of Boy shared his crayons. (Toa of Boy got over his fears as soon as he met the cute little blond girl in his class.) We teachers chatted a little with the kids, trying to gently draw them out and get them comfortable. It was a nice half an hour.

In the meantime, Sweetling's class put away their supplies and played Hangman on the chalkboard. Sweetling went first in the game. Her word was "duplicate." No one guessed it. The next girl chose "enchilada" as her word. The class guessed that. Then a boy went up and chose "maniac" as his word. That eventually stumped the class. As the game was progressing, the boy decided to draw a maniac hanging from the hangman's giblet. At one point he put huge ears on his stick figure. Sweetling asked, "Are those mouse ears?" Another girl chimed in, "Who is he? Dr. Two-Brains?" I'm so glad Sweetling is in a like-minded group of children. She's going to have a great year. (For those of you who don't know, Dr Two-Brains is one of the villains on Word Girl, Sweetlings favorite show.)

One of the mom's organized some carnival type games with prizes, and we all went outside. I worked on of the tables, and Sweetling and Toa of Boy stayed together to play the games. Then we all went inside for pizza. Yum :)

I have pictures, but they are still on the camera. I'll ask the Jedi to grab those for me tonight. Then I'll edit my post to put the pics up.

Monday, September 08, 2008

Pinky's Video

One of Sweetling's bbf's put this up on YouTube. There has been a host of giggling at my house while watching it.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Routines



Now, those of you who know me know that Routines and I don't always get along. Mind you, I have nothing against routines. In fact, I think routines make things run so much more smoothly. Its just that I struggle to follow them. And I get exasperated when the routine breaks down (at which point I want to immediately give up and just go read a book.) I've slowly come to realize that maybe the problem is that I make my routines without regard to this little thing called reality. Believe it or not, just because I *want* something to happen in a certain way, doesn't actually mean that it *can* happen in that way. My routines have been working a lot better since I've stopped trying to fit achieving the moon and all the stars in the sky into ten minute increments. I also need to give myself permission to "fudge" a routine on a day when life happens. Just because I missed cleaning the bathroom this morning, doesn't mean that I'm an utter failure and that I should just toss in the towel on the entire rest of the day.

I have two main ideas I want to explore in my post today. (Well, that's my intention. I'm probably going to get sidetracked and put in one main idea and several fragments of other thoughts.) But, the two main thoughts I want to cover are pretty straightforward and directly related to the topic. And yes, you can gasp in surprise. Me? Relevant? Straightforward? Who'd have thought? I want to cover what we are doing, but I also want to explore what we aren't doing, or what I might like to do differently.

So far, each of Miss Jocelyn's assignments have been exactly what I need, exactly when I need it :) This week is now exception. I had just redone our school schedule yesterday, and this morning as I was going about my morning stuff, I was really thinking about Sweetling's schooling. Sweetling has always been a very private, independent person. She loves working on her schooling independently as well. Oh sure, last years and the years before, she used to love to sit on my lap as we would read together. And last year she used to like me to read the history stories outloud while she had the webkinz act them out. But this year, this year, oh this year. This year she has been doing practically everything all by herself. This year, on Sunday I put together a two page itinerary for her assignments for the week. On a daily basis, I *maybe* get to work an algebra problem or two to illustrate a concept. I check in with her periodically to see how's she's doing. And I go over her stuff with her at the end of the day, or at the beginning of the next day, to help her with anything that she's missing (which is about diddily-squat). And she seems to be thriving and flourishing in this system. But the Mommy? I'm not ready to let go to that extent. Its not that I don't think she's ready to be so independent and so self-sufficient. She clearly is. But I miss doing school with my little girl!!!!

Mind you, I didn't set up the schedule with the intention of making her go off and work by herself and just check off assignments as she completed them. Not at all! I set it up so that we would go over a lesson or two for half an hour or so together, and then she would have independent work time for about an hour to complete assignments while I did some school with Toa of Boy. Then Toa of Boy could go play while I did some more school with Sweetling. And so on back and forth through the day. But that's not what wound up happening. Sweetling took hold of the schedule, took hold of her lessons, took hold of her assignments, and assumed ownership and responsibility for her learning. Which is wonderful. Fantastic. Amazing. Exactly what she needs to be able to do...when she's a young lady. A young adult. Several years from now. Later. When she's almost all grown up. Much later. What she is doing now, is exactly what my goal is as a parent, as an educator. I just wasn't ready for her to realize it so soon. I had just taken the training wheels off her bicycle, so to speak, and I was ready to run along side her, to steady her and catch her...but she's taken off and is cruising confidently down the street. And I need to let her go, to let her succeed and do this on her own. Oh sure, I'm still standing and watching her and calling out encouragement to her and then talking with her about her ride each day. But I want to know, when did she grow up so soon??

So, Sweetling. Sweetling is working on her own. I put on her assignment list for today to check out Growing in Grace. I think what I need is to help guide her in ways that she can be independent, projects and learning activities that she can just *do*. Because she's completing her regular school work in about three hours each day, and she needs some educational, but independent and self-initiated stuff she can do for a couple of hours each day. Mind you, she already loves to read non-fiction books and mysteries. And she loves to write short stories on Webkinz Insider. So, she doesn't need a lot of other activities on her plate. I just want to give her a few more menu options for her day.

This then, is what our daily routine looks like:


6:30-7:00. I wake up. I hope. I'm not much of a morning person.
6:30-7:30 Get my shower, get dressed, transfer a load of laundry.
7:00. Sweetling wakes up. She is a morning person. She has breakfast with the Jedi and jumps into her morning routine. Makes bed; feeds fish; feeds gerbil; brushes hair; gets dressed; takes her vitamin; reads her devotions.
7:30-8:00 I get my morning routine done OR I sit down and do my devotions. My morning routine is clean bathroom, unload/reload dishwasher, clean any pots left to soak from last nights dinner, shine kitchen sink, clean off kitchen table+ counters+ stove, plan dinner, clean off desk.
8:00 Sweetling is usually finished with her morning routines. She now has an hour or so of free time, during which she reads or hops on her computer. She also fixes herself a morning snack during this time.
8:00-8:30--I either sit down and do my devotions, or I do my morning routine (depending on which I did first at 7:30.)
8:30-9:00--Toa of Boy wakes up sometime in this range. Toa of Boy, like me, is not a morning person. He needs a little snuggle time on the couch. Then I help him through his morning routine. It's...make bed, go potty, clean white table in living room, have breakfast, take vitamin, do calendar with mommy, brush teeth, get dressed. When he's finished, he watches PBS kids or Dora or Diego for a little while.
9:00--Sweetling her formal curriculum.
9:30--I work some algebra problems with her, unless she tells me that the lesson is too simple and she already understands it, thanks anyway Mommy.
10:00--Toa of Boy is now fully awake. We start school with him, doing math first--cause he needs to start with something hands-on, then handwriting, and journal.
11:00ish--Monday and Tuesday, I get to do Music or Science with Sweetling. (Science just means I get to read over her shoulder as she reads the online lesson screens). On Wednesday or Friday, I'll start Toa of Boy's language arts lessons with him.
12:00-1:00- LUNCH
1:00--Sweetling's history. Again, if she'll let me, I'll camp out beside her at the desk while she checks out the online portion of her lesson. But more often than not, she goes and does the lesson and the reading and the activities on her own. I'll surf blogs on another computer.
1:30--Toa of Boy does phonics with me, followed by his devotion readings...once we get the book.
2:30--We're wrapped up with formal lessons. On Monday we do art. On Tuesday we go grocery shopping. On Wednesday we go to the library. On Friday, Sweetling has her God's Girls Bible Study Group that meets at our house.
4:30--We do our afternoon routines. The kids pick up their bedrooms, anything they left in the living room, and clear off their school desks. Toa of Boy takes any recyclables to the bucket. Sweetling puts away extra school supplies. Mommy cleans off her desk, straightens the living room, sweeps the kitchen, and starts dinner.

Also, Thursdays are co-op days. Tae Kwon Do happens on Tuesday and Thursday night ( Sweetling, the Jedi, and I are all enrolled in class. A new beginner's class starts on Sept 22nd. I'm going to check out the times and the age ranges and consider enrolling Toa of Boy.) The adult praise dance team meets on Tuesday. (I go straight from Praise Dance to Tae Kwon Do on Tuesday night). Wednesday nights and Sunday nights are church activities. Saturday is our Sabbath/Day of Rest. We hang out and do family activities. Sunday morning is church services, and Sunday afternoon we sort and start laundry and get our weekly housework done.

So, that's my schedule. That's what we do. In theory.

What I'm hoping to glean from responses and from reading other people blogs are some ideas for Sweetling's "menu" for free, independent study. I'm really pleased with how Toa of Boy's school is going. His day seems to have just the right blend of structured instruction time with Mommy and playtime. And I'm really pleased with how Sweetling's school is going. She has just blossomed into this beautiful, amazing, mature young lady. I just want to have a nice variety of options for her to explore through the year.

Thanks for stopping by and reading all of this! :)

Friday, August 29, 2008

Agenda Adendum

Don't correct my spelling. Its good spelling, its just that the letters get in the wrong places sometimes. I'm killing time while I wait for the Jedi to be finished checking his email. Tonight is our anniversary. We ate Chinese, went to a park, and went out for ice cream. I'm a happy girl.

He had to hop on ebay to check on the auction for my OLD phone. Yes, yes, I have a nifty new phone, cause my other one didn't quite have enough memory to run Tom Tom smoothly. So, new phone for me. Grin.

I was blog surfing, and got sidetracked at Joy Comes in the Morning.

You Are Ariel!
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Headstrong and fiesty. You have a mind of your own that's full of romantic dreams about the world around you. Exploring exotic places is your ultimate dream, and although you can be a little naive you'll realize that there is something to be gained from your family's wisdom.


Which Disney Princess Are You?

I double dog dare Christopher Robin to take the quiz. Even now I can sense the eye rolling coming my way.

I realized today I needed to add a few goals to my agenda. I'll have to do that tomorrow now, cause I frittered away my time taking Disney Princess quizes.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

My Agenda



First off, let me point out that I can copy and paste html with the best of them. Notice that once again, my pic is a neat little link. Why? How did I duplicate this stunning feat of technology? Cause I can copy and paste, baby. Copy and paste all the way :)

Second, let me say it tickles me to no end to be able to title a post "My Agenda." I feel like I am now totally qualified to participate in some giant conspiracy theory. Why? Because I have an agenda.

Third, I cheated on this assignment. Yes, that's right. You can kick me out of the group now. You didn't think it was possible to cheat on a blog meme, did you? And yet, I found a way. (I mean, a way other than the copy/paste trick up above.) Wanna know what I did? I went and read other people's blogs before I started working on my own assignment. Scandalous, I know.

So, if you're still reading, and haven't been shocked away... let me tell you what I'm doing this school year.

My curriculum is a pretty easy thing. Since we participate in OHVA, we use the packaged K-12 curriculum for almost all our subjects. Sweetling just thrives on the traditional, academic, structured program. I'm not sure how much of a long term match it will be for Toa of Boy, but so far the very hands-on, manipulative based kindergarten program is a huge hit. In later years, we might have to reevaluate and chose different curriculum for him....but that's later.

This summer, Sweetling decided that for her devotion time, she was going to read a chapter of the Bible each day. She decided she would start in Genesis and just read one chapter a day till she read through the entire Bible. I, being the finished-challenged individual that I am, was aghast. I tried to cover my dismay at what I thought was an impossible plan, by very gently asking Sweetling if she knew how many chapters there were in the entire Bible. Sweetling didn't. And of course, I didn't know the exact number, just that there were a huge honking number of chapters. So we looked it up. And I gently asked Sweetling if she understood how many years it would take her to read the entire Bible with its 1,189 chapters, if she were reading one chapter every weekday. Sweetling went and did the long division, and seemed perfectly content with her plan. I, still the concerned mommy, gently suggested perhaps a different reading plan, one that would lead her through excerpts from each book of the Bible in just a few months. But no, no, that wasn't the same as reading the entire Bible. Sweetling was steadfast in her plan to read the whole Bible, chapter by chapter, no matter how long it takes her. So, that's our plan for Sweetling's Bible study. ("Our" in that statement is horribly misused. I managed to read through the entire Bible only once in my life, and that only because I found The Daily Bible, which put everything in chronological order, cut out 'redundant' passages, and explained a little of the history and context where needed. It was a major accomplishment for me to stick to a program regularly for an entire year.)

I was stuck on what to do for Toa of Boy's devotions. He needed something. We had, through the summer, read through the Rhyme Bible, by reading one short Bible story in order each day. I thought perhaps he still needed some familiarity with the major events and people in the Bible. I had considered making lapbooks for our Bible study. We could pick a major Bible story, or Bible hero, and work for a week or two on a lapbook. I still think this is a solid plan, and we might come back to it next year. But, in the meantime, Toa of Boy has been asking... "Why can't we see God? Nobody ever sees God? Mommy, does God die? Why did Jesus die?" And I don't want to ignore these questions. I try to answer them as he asks, but I'm often caught off guard on them, and its hard to put responses to such profound questions in the language of a five-year old. So, I wasn't sold on the lapbook projects, because I felt it wouldn't really address what Toa of Boy wanted and needed. But, as I was cheating and reading other blogs, I found this...Leading Little Ones to God.
(Much thanks to Kim @ Homestead Acres.)

Every Thursday we'll be participating in a curriculum based co-op. Since everyone in the co-op uses the same curriculum we do, the subjects and school work they do as part of the co-op isn't in addition to, or instead of, what we'd be doing anyway, it will be a part of and go along with it. I'm really looking forward to it, and so is Sweetling. Toa of Boy isn't as on board, but he will be once he starts hanging out with and playing with the other boys. And I'm the assist in his room in the morning, so that will help him transition into a new environment.

On Wednesday nights, Sweetling will be participating in a Bible Bowl curriculum on Exodus. On Sunday evenings she can pick either a drama/speaking class based on presenting scripture OR she can participate in praise dance that I'll be leading. And of course, she's still in Tae Kwon Do on Tuesday and Thursday nights. Toa of Boy has church activities on Wednesday and Sunday nights. He doesn't have any extra-curricular sports activities. I don't think Tae Kwon Do would be a good fit for him just yet, and I didn't want to add the running around of soccer practice into our schedule.

So, that's our curriculum. For some unknown reason, I actually thought I was going to have a short post this time.

Now, on to my agenda. <insert maniacal laughter here>

This year...
* I am NOT going to let staying with the curriculum dominate our schooling. I am going to skip units and lessons when appropriate for either or both children.
* I am going to make sure Sweetling has plenty of time during the day, at least one to two hours, to work on her own, independent projects and studies.
*I am going to stick to a basic daily structure and schedule. We will start the day on time. We will take only an hour for a lunch break. We will end the day with plenty of free time left over.
*I am going to insist that morning and afternoon checklists get accomplished each day, including mine.
*I am going to get up at a reasonable hour to get dressed, do my devotions, and get through my morning stuff before school starts instead of waiting till the last minute to roll out of bed.
*I am going to sort and start laundry, clip coupons, vacuum, and get the next weeks worth of lessons done on Sunday afternoon so that we are ready for the week on Monday morning.
*I am going to get most of my grocery list written and in order Monday night, so that I'm ready to go shopping Tuesday after school.
*And I'm going to have to find some way to keep things varied and interesting for me, because doing the same thing week after week isn't going to happen all year long. I'll crash and burn, baby, crash and burn. Blogging is one of those ways, but I know I'll need to cycle through some other things as well. I'm getting back into dance this fall, but I'm not sure if that will increase my happiness or increase my stress levels. I'm going to need some other, fun, relaxing creative outlets. (Hint, hint, and nudge, nudge, to Christopher Robin.)

And that's my agenda.

No one is allowed to burst my little bubble on this one. If the Maven can have a bubble the size of all of Canada, I'm allowed to have a little bubble all of my own.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Quick Update

1. I had a nasty cold. Despite my protests that colds should not be permitted in the summer time, this one pretty much wiped me out and made me useless for the weekend.

2. I loved all the responses and the scriptures I received from my last post. Though, of all the scripture verses, the one that most spoke to me started with "After seventy years and not a day before..." Now, I had heard the promise of that verse many, many times. I love that verse. "For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future." BUT, I had never read, or paid attention to the first half of the verse. God had called that verse to mind when I was struggling, but I didn't receive it gracefully. I didn't see how or what God's plan could have been in my circumstances, and it certainly didn't seem like a hopeful, prosperous plan, whatever it was. But, "after seventy years and not a day before," I needed reminding that God's plan includes God's timetable. If we want the plan, we have to accept the timetable as well. So it was the phrase, "after seventy years and not a day before," that I found myself repeating and meditating on when I got discouraged.

3. I spent the morning writing out the first half of a children's sermon. Its long, so it might be a two part sermon. I might use it in children's church, I might not, but I'm really getting into the subject matter. It comes from First Chronicles, of all places, and its about the ways and kinds of worship. I'm considering posting parts of it here, as I finish them, but it is very long. Very. Long.

4. We read Cinderella this week for Toa of Boy’s language arts. Today’s lesson plan said to pick a favorite scene and act it out. Toa of Boy picked the scene where the fairy godmother changes the pumpkin into a coach, the mice into horses, etc. Acting out this scene quickly turned into Toa of Boy chasing Sweetling through the house while waving a magic wand and yelling “Bippity Boppity Boo!”

5. I've tried adding stuff to my blog. The slide show isn't really sliding or showing. I'm going to have to break down and the Jedi for help. I also added links to some of the blogs I found reading the Homeschool Memoirs Assignment. There were TONS of really neat blogs, but I tried to restrain myself and only add a few. I discovered I really like reading the homesteading blogs. Mind you, I am not, and never will be, a homesteader. I am a sissyfied city girl through and through. I can't even grow sunflowers or marigolds. The only potato dish I can conquer is instant mashed, and my idea of from scratch recipes starts with a can of soup or a box mix. But I really love reading about the women who can and do take a homesteading approach to life. (The Oregon Trail and the western pioneers are my favorite period of history as well.) I think reading the homesteading blogs lets me experience the joys of homesteading, without all that work ;)

6. Haven't read the new assignment for today. Not going to until tomorrow. We're heading to the library this afternoon, and they have "Yellow Rose Bride" on hold for me. So, you know no blogging is happening till after I've read my book. The Jedi is going to order "Hearts West" for me from Amazon. I've had this story idea kicking around in my head, and now I need to do reading about the time periods and the circumstances. No, I'm not going to write my story down, that comes back to the 'work' deal that I'm avoiding. But I am enjoying doing the research and the daydreaming for the story.

7. Now I'm off to bake brownies (box mix) to take to church tonight. Then lunch, library, and going to Telephone's house to watch "Camp Rock". Telephone's daughter invited us over for the movie. Telephone's Daughter needs her own blog name. Hmm.....

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

First Memoir Assignment


If I were cool, I could make the picture a link back to the original assignment. If I were cool. Woo hooo!!!! I am not cool....but Sweetling is!!!!!

Today is not a good day for me to write a little bit about myself. I'm really struggling today with a pretty large, looming issue. If you scroll back a few blog posts, you'll find one titled "Character of God." (I'm not cool, but I can be taught...look how I even linked that for you.) I'm really wrestling with trusting in God's plan, knowing that He has a plan, even when things look a mess. There's a situation that I can't explain here in this blog that I just...grrr...I just want to lay down and have a little temper tantrum about it.

Before I ate lunch today, I put in a video of some worship dance, and that calmed me down enough to eat and then to be cheerful and positive enough to do school. I need a scripture verse that I can just recite over and over again. But even more than that, I need to receive the scripture verse.

I get on Toa of Boy's case when he keeps whining or arguing after what he wants, when I've tried first to gently explain why he can't have it, then firmly state why he can't have it, until it just gets to a point when I say "enough, cut it out already". But I'm doing the same thing in this circumstance. I'm like an incessant toddler. I've passed the "But why? why? why?" stage and am now in the foot stomping and pouting stage.

If you have a good scripture, and wouldn't mind leaving it for me, that would be a blessing. (Your reply won't show up immediately, cause I've got moderate comments turned on, but I'm desperate, so I'll check back this evening and get the comments read and up.)

Normally, when I'm not having a battle of wills with the Almighty, I'm a rather laid-back, bubbly person. I definitely fall into the "free-spirit" category. I would have made a great hippie in the 70s ;) I like creative projects. I like unique approaches to life. I don't like schedules, and I struggle with punctuality. I love art, works of fiction, praise dance, daydreaming, and starting many projects. God has placed me under the care of a husband who loves my tender nature, understands and cherishes my playfulness, and is great at managing all the details of life that I detest dealing with. He is very organized, and he thrives on schedules, completion, and predictability. He has his degree in chemistry and is now working as a computer programmer. I call him "The Jedi" in my blog...both for his love of Star Wars and because he is my Knight Protector.

God has blessed us with three children. Our oldest is "Vaya", who is our foster daughter and came to us when she was 15. She's married now and is out on her own, and tells me the only grandchildren I will ever have through her are her two parrots. (Let me tell you how much the lizards *don't* count.) Her blog name, "Vaya", comes from the name of an elf character. She loves fantasy (as do I). Vaya homeschooled with us through her highschool years, using whatever curriculum I could get my hands on that might interest her.

Sweetling, ours by birth, is the reason I am not firmly in the ranks of the unschooling community. Sweetling is like a cloned copy of the Jedi. For Sweetling's sake, we follow a highly structured, extremely traditional, advanced academic curriculum (K-12). Sweetling is in her 'fifth' grade year, but in her second year of pre-algebra. Let me restate that the curriculum is chosen for the student, and not for the mommy. I knew I was in for a long haul at the beginning of her 'second grade' year. I opened her 4th grade math textbook, and the thing was full of nothing but math! Where were the cute bunny cartoons? Where were the fluffy chicks? Who wanted to do pages of long division without some cute little drawing breaking the monotony of the yucky math? Sweetling did, that's who.

Toa of Boy is starting his kindergarten year. We're using the same curriculum program that Sweetling uses. This time I actually get to do the kindgergarten work. Sweetling pretty much skipped over that. The kindergarten curriculum is very hand's on, manipulitve based. That appeals to both Toa of Boy and his playful mother. We can totally sit down and play with blocks for math. Bring it on :) Toa of Boy is named for his love of his bionicles, his "all boy" nature, and his constant supply of energy. We brought Toa of Boy home from Guatemala at the end of May 2007. He completely changed our family dynamic, but its now strange to remember a time when Toa of Boy wasn't here.

I started homeschooling with my brother and sister when Sweetling was just a toddler. It was a concept that the Jedi and I had already been discussing as a possibility when Sweetling grew older. I have my degree in teaching, and I quit working to stay home once Sweetling was born. We knew we didn't want Sweetling in the regular public school, because we wanted our faith to be a central part of her education. When she was an infant, it seemed silly for me to go back to work later in order to pay the tuition for her to go to a private Christian school. I would be getting paid to teach other children so that I could turn around and pay someone to teach my own. (Then, when Sweetling was reading books independently before she was three, there was no way I could stick her in *any* kindergarten classroom where they were just learning the alphabet.)

As the Jedi and I were casually discussing our options, my sister, Smurf, began having problems in the public high school. After a great deal of discussion, I took on homeschooling Smurf and Baby Brother (who was going into third grade.) Vaya got thrown into that mix a couple of years later. So, for one crazy year, I had two teenagers and a preteen and a preschooler. Though, to be fair, Smurf unschooled herself, and that worked wonderfully for everyone involved. Then Smurf moved on to terrorize professors at the University level, which she is still doing. Vaya got a job and began taking on-line classes for certification as a veterinary assistant. And Baby Brother went back to the public middle school. (I still don't have peace about that one.) Sometime during those transitions, I started the formal curriculum with Sweetling, who just ate it up and clamored for more.

Were joining a curriculum based co-op this year, and I'm pretty pumped up about that. I get to teach the fifth grade composition class *BIG GRIN*. At one of their orientation meetings, the leaders were remarking about how the mothers that used the k-12 curriculum tended to be ones who liked structure and order and so their co-op always ran smoothly. I'm going to be a whirlwind blowing through their tidy little world. But I think I'll be forgiven, because composition is not going to be a drudgery anymore. Over my dead body is composition going to be an onerous chore.

Reading back over what I've written, I've decided that today was, after all, the perfect day to write about myself. I feel so much more at peace now than when I first started writing. I'm still really looking forward to some great scripture verses, so please share some!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

1930's wife

Now, I would maintain that the very fact that I'm horsing around taking quizzes on the computer rather than doing the laundry, cutting and sorting the coupons, or helping Toa of Boy hang his artwork, would mean that I'm definitely not a 1930's wife. Nonetheless...

85

As a 1930s wife, I am
Very Superior

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But it brings up the question, if you were born in any era other than this one, which era do you feel would be your best fit? I wouldn't pick the 30's. I would never have handled the Great Depression. Assuming that our family was reasonably well off, I think I could have handled the Victorian Era. If we had a housekeeper, and my only responsibility was to be a wife and a mother and to socialize with friends, yeah, yeah, I could have done that.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Compromising

Sweetling and Toa of Boy were in the living room playing a make-believe game with the webkinz. I was in the kitchen cooking or cleaning or something. My mother ears picked up the beginning of a disagreement, and so I tuned into the discussion in the other room. I was silently listening to see how they resolved the dispute, or to discern if they needed intervention. Here's what I overheard:

Sweetling: They are in a car going up and down a road with huge hills.
Toa of Boy: No, a plane.
Sweetling: No, they are in a car.
Toa of Boy: I want a plane.
Sweetling: Well, I want them to be in a car going up and down a road with huge hills.
Toa of Boy: How about a plane?
Sweetling: Toa!
Toa of Boy: How about they are in a car that can turn into a plane.
Sweetling: Ok, they can be in a car that can turn into a plane, but right now its a car going up and down a road with huge hills on it.
Toa of Boy: Ok.
(Pause and game recommences.)
Toa of Boy: Hmmm...I wonder what this button does?

(If you're missing the humor in the discussion...the button that Toa of Boy discovered was the button that turned the imaginary car into a plane. Sweetling, trapped by the compromise, went along with the new direction in the game. The game swiftly dissolved into pushing random buttons in the imaginary vehicle with each child making up all sorts of crazy results. Nevertheless, they both had a blast.)

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Character of God

On what do I base my belief about the character and nature of God?

Do I base it on the promises of scripture? If so, then how do I reconcile what I perceive to be 'inconsistancies' between God's promises and the details of the unfolding of history? Why did God choose Jerobaum as a king of Israel? (For these questions were born out of my reading of 1 Kings 11-12.)

Do I base it on my own personal experiences? If so, then how do I know to trust God in times of trouble? If I say, I know God is good, because he has been good to me... Then what do I say when illness or difficulties come my way and I do not have immediate tangible evidence of God's goodness?

And yet, I know God is good. I trust Him even when I do not understand, will never understand the details of His plan. Do I simply say that my trust and knowledge of God's goodness is an blind act of faith? I am unsatisfied with that response. And yet the very nature of this dissatisfaction I cannot quantify. (Quantify is the wrong word there. Qualify? Explain? Bah.)

Do I place God on a scale and say His actions are more often good than bad? Never. Who am I to try to judge the Author of All? And like Job, if I can be so arrogant as to compare myself to Job, in the end I think that all my arguments and questions will come back to a single question which resounds with the truth of ages.

"Who is this that darkens my counsel
with words without knowledge?

3 Brace yourself like a man;
I will question you,
and you shall answer me.

4 "Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation?
Tell me, if you understand.

5 Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!
Who stretched a measuring line across it?

6 On what were its footings set,
or who laid its cornerstone-

7 while the morning stars sang together
and all the angels shouted for joy?

It is, I think, no coincidence that the last few chapters of Job are among my favorite passages of scripture.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Mango's Fault

I had a dream last night which I am absolutely blaming on Mango. The blame is well placed.

So, in my dream, bread was on sale at Meijer's for 6 cents a loaf. I was freaking out, because I had just bought bread at Bigg's for $1.79 a loaf. Seriously, in my dream, I was beside myself. The remainder of the dream was spent trying to convince the Jedi that we needed to buy a freezer so that I could buy and freeze many loaves of 6 cent bread. We had this huge debate over how we could clean out the laundry room to fit a freezer in there.

Is that not the absolute height of patheticness?

Totally Mango's fault.

In other news, you can tell that school has started again, because here I sit sharing my lame dream with the world wide web while I wait for Sweetling to finish a math skills update.

Also, scotch tape does not stick to dust covered surfaces.

Aren't you glad I have time at the computer again?

Saturday, August 09, 2008

What I Did This Summer

You all know consistency is not my strong point. Neither is spelling for that matter. My blog entries are sporadic even when I have to be sitting at my computer every weekday. In the summer, when I don't have to be at my computer...I'm not :P

But I can bring my blog up to speed with one epic post. This is a letter I wrote to my dear friend from high school. The Jedi used his awesome ways with the force to track her down for me, since we had lost touch in the *sigh* twenty years since high school. We got to see each other briefly in June, and have been in touch (a little bit) via email. Not a lot because its summer and I'm not sitting at my computer. Her blog name shall be Mme Presidente, for reasons she will immediately recognize. (Cause we all thought we were so funny in our high school French club). And because Awesome Supplier of Yummy Chocolate Chip Cookies was a rather long name to type. ;)

Anyway, here be the letter...

So, three weeks later, and I’m finally sitting down to write about my summer. I feel like I’m doing a September school report, “How I Spent My Summer.” Anyway, if you don’t mind, I think when I’m finished writing this, I’ll edit it and use most of it as a blog update, cause I’m just that lazy…and let’s be real, I’m never going to get around to writing twice today. (or even twice this month, for that matter).

You know from my blog my plan at the beginning of the summer to do a “space camp” theme. We absolutely did that, and it went *great*. The kids really got into decorating the fridge to be our mission control center. I cut sections out of colored paper and taped them together to make on sheet of paper with five colored sections in yellow, orange, red, purple, blue. At the top of each section I wrote a day of the week, then I laminated the paper. That was our dry erase board for our “shuttle flights”. Since Little Guy is working on learning to tell time, I also printed some blank clock faces, cut them out, and laminated them as well. For each “shuttle flight” I used sticky tack to put a clock face on that day, and drew clock hands to show what time we were leaving the house for that outing. We also each had a “pre-flight routine” and a “landing procedure”…which were our checklists for our morning and afternoon tasks. I got foil star stickers and kept a sheet of them on the fridge. Each day, when the kids finished the items on their lists, they put a star next to that item. At the end of the week, whoever had the most stars, got to pick a special activity that we all did together (like family game night, bike riding, pick a movie from blockbusters, make cookies, etc). And if they tied, or came close to tying, they each got to pick an activity. The whole system worked so well, and was enjoyed so much, we going to continue it through the school year. Sweetling has already planned out our “themes” for the different months and seasons. In August and September, we’re going to switch from Mission Control to Emergency Dispatch Center and have a safety theme.

Also on the fridge, we put the list of things we wanted to do this summer. I slipped it in a page protector, and each week, we tried to make sure that at least on of the activities made it into our flight plans. Then we put a check by the activity. We got most of our list checked off. Plus, we got to do many cool things that weren’t on the list. Some of the favorite extras were going on a cicada hunt, collecting fossils, holding Madagascar cockroaches (*I* did not do that, but the kids did), petting a baby alligator, participating in a hotwheels race, going to ‘the goody shop’ outdoor dairy whip, going to Young’s Dairy Farm and petting a cow and feeding a pig. Petting the cow was my own personal favorite, mostly because all the other mothers we were with told me it wasn’t going to happen. The trip to the dairy farm, which is up by Dayton, was organized by one of the moms at church. Several of us all caravanned up there. We ate lunch, and toured the petting farm. A few of us dug through our purses and found dimes for the kids to get goat feed out of a remodeled gumball machine. Little Guy feed his goat food to the pig, and was thrilled to death. The goats tried to eat the long hair of the girls in the group, and they were less than thrilled. We washed our hands at their outdoor sinks, and I insisted that I wanted to pet a cow. They had baby cows in the petting barn, but I wanted to pet a big cow. The other moms told me forget it, all the grown cows were way out to pasture. Which you know, was *exactly* the sort of encouragement I needed. So I went around the side of the barn to the fence and gate that led into the muddy milking yard. No, I did NOT climb the fence, Sweetling and Little Guy were with me after all. But I did stay by the fence and start talking to the cows which were milling about by the silo. Sure enough, after about ten minutes of coaxing, one of the cows came on over to the fence and let me and the kids pet her. That drew a crowd of other children, but she was the sweetest, gentlest cow and let everyone pet her. I went home that night and worried about that cow. Was she lonely? Were the diary workers nice to her? Did she have a name? Did anyone pet and love her every day? I told the Jedi about my worries. He just looked at me and said, completely serious, “We are not getting a pet cow.”

Every now and then it strikes me as highly ironic that I’m the “adult in charge” during the day. Not only am I responsible for my own dear ones every day, but adults who *know* me and who should know better regularly leave their children with me, whether its moms bringing their children over for a play date or girls for a home Bible study, or adults at church leaving me with the preschoolers or letting me lead the children’s musical practice. (After one such practice this spring, Pastor came over to me and asked if I was the one who had gotten his children all wound up. I looked him in the eye and asked, “Would *I* do that?” He got the biggest smile on his face and said, “Yes, yes you would.”) I mean really, there is no one here during the day to tell me that I can’t have s’mores for lunch. (I did have fudge pop-tarts and ice cream for breakfast once, but it wasn’t as yummy as it sounded.) Granted, Sweetling is always here, and in her little girl voice will tell me very matter of factly, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Mommy.” Case in point, we were having family cooking night, which happens on Mondays. We were making spaghetti together. The Jedi wasn’t home for work yet….it’s really for the best that the Jedi doesn’t witness many of these things first hand…. Anyway, I had the water boiling on the stove, and we were breaking the spaghetti over a big bowl on the table, then I was going to dump the spaghetti into the boiling water. Well, I decided it would be much more fun to karate chop the spaghetti. So, I held a small bunch of spaghetti, one end in each hand, and told Sweetling to karate chop through the group. Sweetling looked at me like I was crazy, and told me she really didn’t think it was such a great idea. I said, sure it was, it would work great. Watch, says me, Little Guy will do it. So I held the bundle of spaghetti out for Little Guy. He did indeed karate chop through the spaghetti, and on his downstroke, his hand hit the edge of the large plastic bowl. To say the bowl tipped wouldn’t be accurate. The bowl was turned into a catapult and little spaghetti pieces went *everywhere*. After a moment of stunned silence, we all burst out laughing. We salvaged the spaghetti pieces that were still on the table, and then, after some repositioning of where and how we held the spaghetti bundles, the kids took turns karate chopping through the rest of the spaghetti. And Little Guy, bless his little heart, is always the first to talk about my little misadventures for the day at the dinner table. “Daddy,” he will say, “Mommy almost hit a tree…” And then I’m left explaining, over Sweetling’s peels of laughter, why it was not my fault that the trees at the sculpture park were growing right up against the narrow strip of blacktop that passed for a road, especially when there were really cool sculptures on the other side of the road distracting my attention. We used to have a song that we sang, when my sister Smurf was living with us, that went “Don’t tell the Jedi, ‘cause he does not need to know, no, no, no…”

Sweetling, as you may have surmised, is very calm, quiet, and very intellectual. I would call her practical, but she has a bit too much of an absent-minded professor personality to be considered practical. She gets so absorbed in her own thoughts, that she completely loses track of where she is, or what she’s supposed to be doing. She can get sent into her room, to do a very simple task. I’ll come by twenty minutes later to check on her, and she’ll just be standing in the middle of her room thinking and completely oblivious to how much time has gone by. And yet, despite this, she’s still appreciates routines and structure. She doesn’t like spontenaity or free-style exploration. When we went to Eden Park, and got a little turned around, I said that we weren’t lost, we were exploring. Sweetling’s suggestion was, “next time, can we print a map from the internet?” She is a brilliant little girl, and I speak from more than just a bragging mother. One of her favorite books is “Geometry, Relativity, and the Forth Dimension.” Her favorite subjects are science and math (in which she starting her second year of Introductory Algebra.) Sweetling has spent most of her free time this summer on the computer. She’s been really into a website called Webkinz Insider. She writes short stories and poems and makes graphic art and whatnot to post on their forums.

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Little Guy, in contrast, is very outgoing, very energetic, very personable. I’m not tempted to call him practical, though he will make a great engineer or architect. He is an amazing builder. Amazing. He puts together these complex bionicle lego people by following their multi-page, step by step build booklet. He can also look at just a picture of a Lincoln logs structure and recreate the little ranch house complete with attached horse coral completely on his own. He’s close to learning how to read…I think that skill will completely fall into place in the next couple of months. But he does any “desk work” standing up at his desk, cause sitting still in a chair is just unbearable for him. I also keep a mini-trampoline in the living room because he is going to bounce on something while his watching his PBS kids shows. It can either by my couch or his trampoline…but the bouncing itself is just inevitable. And at five, he is quite the ladies man. At church a few weeks ago, I came out of my Wednesday night class to find that the preschool department had already dismissed, and they had left Little Guy with a very good friend of mine. Little Guy and my friend Telephone were hanging out at our little ‘café’ tables. At one of the tables, a group of three teenage girls were sitting. Little Guy had perched himself on one of the teenager’s laps and was having a great time going through the girls’ purses. He was eating their tic tacs, trying on their sunglasses, brushing their hair with their little hairbrushes, and getting them to take pictures of him with their cell phones. This sort of encounter is not that unusual for Little Guy. Just about wherever we go, Little Guy eventually has some girl or group of girls going out of their way to please and entertain him. We went to the Hamilton County Fair yesterday, and Little Guy scored a ride on the kiddie coaster with some cute little blond girl.

I’ve been considering coming up with a new blog name for Little Guy. Little Guy just doesn’t quite fit him anymore. He’s too grown up for it now. Plus, it doesn’t quite embrace the dynamic nature of his personality. I’ve tossed around several possibilities in my mind. Mr. Personality was pretty high up there on the list. The Jedi calls him “a regular Casanova” or “our little Don Juan”. Before he came home with us, I used the blog name of “Energy” because I just had this sense that it was going to fit our little boy. When we met him, I discarded Energy in favor of Our Little Guy. But now, I’m thinking Energy was still a close fit. He was an electron at our church costume party on New Year’s Eve. (Sweetling was a neutrino and I was a proton. The Jedi wore his UC chemistry lab coat and safety glasses). And the electron was very wisely chosen for him. So, I considered going back to Energy, or using Electron, Mr. Random, or Captain Chaos….but he isn’t really a source of chaos…he just has a lot of energy. Sweetling suggested Toa Boy, and a good friend on line, independently suggest Toa of something. (Toa’s are the guardian robot warriors in the bionicle world). I really like the suggestion. It fits him. Toa of Boy suits him. It describes his love for building, and bionicles are one of his favorite things right now. Plus the toa warriors all channel some form of energy or element, and he definitely channels energy. And he is in many ways, all boy.

Last week we had our vacation bible school at church. Which is the primary reason I didn’t get back to finishing this letter. VBS week is one of my favorite weeks of the year, but all other aspects of my life get shuffled to the side lines during VBS week. When the Jedi uploads the pictures from the camera, I’ll have to send you some, or put some up on my blog, or both. In the meantime, cause I think you’ll appreciate this, I’m on this site called “twitter.” It’s a micro-blog…which I’m more inclined to keep up with during the summer. I’ll send you some of my ‘updates’ from that, just cause I think you’ll find them an amusing snapshot of a day in my life.

So far today I have, scrubbed out a car seat and washed its cover (not mine), referred bionicle disagreements,.... tried to save our house from a veritable infestation of ants in the foundation cracks, but was thwarted by a broken nozzle on the... insecticide bottle. so I emailed the Jedi in a panic and told him our front stoop looked like something from a horror film….Now I'm going to make lunch for three little boys and a diappointed, lonely little girl. After lunch I'm going to hope 1pm comes quickly…Then I'm going to help Sweetling sew an elastic waist band in a skirt for a webkins, go get another spray bottle of insecticide from... the hardware store. Come home to spray my foundation. Then I'm taking kids on a rock collecting hike. (Just my kids). I don't know where yet…And tonight we're meeting with a life insurance agent about updating our policy. Read all these updates from bottom to top to make sense :)…. And somehow in all this I have lost my dish detergent. I took it outside when I was spraying and scrubbing a car seat. Now its gone….Add scraped off the burnt parts of the grilled cheese sandwiches to the list….And tried to convince a two year old ninja that he did not need extra sugar in his chocolate milk. Guess what my sanity outlet is today?

The other new thing in my life right now is that I’m taking Tae Kwon Do classes. I’ve had two weeks of classes so far. (It would have been three weeks, but I missed a week for VBS.) Sweetling has been taking Tae Kwon Do for a year and a half now, and the Jedi started taking lessons sometime last spring. I went to a safety seminar at church about a month ago and part of the seminar was some self-defense training. I hadn’t realized when I signed up that any mat-work was involved. I’ve always taken the attitude of, I need to be cautious and aware of my surroundings, because I’d never stand a chance if I actually got attacked. I thought I’d just be done for. I’m too small and weak, I thought, to ever really defend myself. But here I was a few Saturday’s ago. The instructor of the class had been a police officer, had worked for the FBI for a time, and now was back on the police force again training other officers in self-defense. He started the mat portion of the seminar by asking, “I’m 6’2” and weigh 240lbs. Do any of you think you could take me?” And the small group of church women just stared at him in stunned silence. He told us that he was not going to make the exercises easy for us. He promised us that we wouldn’t get hurt, but said he wasn’t going to either let go of us, or go down to make us feel good. He said he wanted us to know that if it were a real situation, we could really, truly get away from someone who had grabbed us. The only way we would know that fur sure would be to know that our practice sessions were are real as possible. And that meant that he wasn’t going to make it unrealistically easy for us. I was surprised and thrilled to discover that I did have a slim chance against an attacker that was bigger and stronger than me. (I managed to flip the instructor). I loved the sense of confidence and strength I walked away with after just that very basic practice in self-defense. The Jedi had asked me many times over the past few months if I would be interested in taking Tae Kwon Do classes with him. I always said no. I explained I would never be able to do the sparring practice. I would be, I was sure, too timid, too small, too wimpy for Tae Kwon Do. But after that Saturday class, I was ready to try the martial arts.

My first class was on a Tuesday. It was really, really physically demanding. I’m just not used to that amount of sustained activity level. Nevertheless, I kept up pretty well and was proud and excited about my accomplishment. The next day, however, I woke up and felt like I wasn’t going to be able to lift myself out of bed. I dragged myself through the day with the aid of motrin, and wondered whatever possessed me to put myself through that. I’m not sure I have ever been so muscle sore and tired other than after giving birth. Thursday I was marginally better, but I was still sore and still tired, and thought I would never, ever, make it through class that night. But, I did make it, and did fairly well. I was even more pleased then than I was after the first class. So, we signed me up for two months of classes. My intentions, during VBS week, were to keep up with the stretches and at least some of the forms and exercises so that I wouldn’t be back at square one. I did the stretches on Monday morning, but after that it just didn’t happen. I’m worried that come Tuesday I’ll be back at square one. I’ll try to squeeze in some time tomorrow and Monday to stretch and exercise, but I think even with that, Tuesday is going to be rough.

Next week is our last week of summer vacation. I’m hoping that all our books and curriculum arrive during the week, and that our on-line courses get activated so that we can start school on August 11th. I wasn’t going to put *anything* on our schedule for the week. I’m exhausted and really want the week of down time. But, likely our week will be filled soon enough. As it is, we’re going to the library on Monday, because Toa of Boy won the grand prize drawing for their summer reading program. We’re meeting the children’s librarian at 1pm and she’s going to take his picture and award him a gift certificate for a bike that he gets to pick out (I think from Toys R Us, but I’m not sure.) On Thursday, Sweetling and I are going up to church to help pack up school supply kits for our annual back-to-school give away. We’ll have 250 kits of school supplies that we give away on a first come, first served basis this coming Saturday to families in the area. And one of those days I want to get together with my friend Christopher Robin and watch a movie or just hang out. So, there’s three of my five “non-scheduled” days already booked out. Oh, and I want to let Sweetling have an end-of-summer sleepover. I don’t really want to do that on Friday night, but I don’t know what other night would work. Maybe Monday? Maybe Saturday and we could take the girls to church with us on Sunday. At any rate, last week of summer vacation for our family.

And, because you’re my good friend, I’ll tell you a secret I haven’t fessed up to anyone else yet. (Of course, since I’ll be posting this on my blog soon, the rest of my friends will find out soon enough.) For the past few weeks, on a fairly regular basis, I have been having the most vivid dreams about foster care. They’ve made me wake up nearly every morning really wishing there was a way we could become foster parents again. In each dream, I’m like an outside observer in the life of a child or a pair of siblings. I know so many details about them. I’ve witnessed what they’ve been through, I know their personalities and their hopes and fears. They each have a name, a face, a history that is so real and so known to me in the dream. And in each dream, these little children are being placed in the state foster care. And I know how desperately they need a loving family and a good home…and then I always wake up before I learn where they have been placed. Now, before we adopted Toa of Boy, we were discussing and praying about whether to pursue an international or domestic adoption. The Jedi, at one time, was leaning toward domestic. But, after having to deal with the process of foster care and social workers and agencies and forms and weekly visits and appointments and lack of any authority or say *I* had in the process and in the bureaucracy when Vaya was with us, I was very, very resistant to considering going back down that path again. I eventually came to a place of surrendering to God’s will through a great deal of tearful prayer, but three years ago, I just wasn’t ready to go through that again. Now though, now that I’m having these recurring dreams and I feel like I know and love these children who need a home, now I want to pursue foster care again. We can’t right now. We simply don’t have a bed or a bedroom to put another child in. So, why am I having these dreams if I can’t act on them?

And now, I need to go give Toa of Boy a bath and get him tucked into bed. It’s 8:23 and his bedtime is supposed to be 8:30. Let me know what happens with your interview for that teaching position!

Love,
Your long lost friend ;)

Friday, August 01, 2008

Mornings

I'm never a huge fan of mornings. Yes, sunrise and birdsongs are beautiful, but do they have to happen so early? yesterday (Thursday...since I won't be publishing this today), I got up at seven (give or take 10 minutes...which means, in my case, give, always give). But despite my earnest desire to be out the door by 10, we weren't out the door till 10 till 11. Where did the morning go? I don't know.

This is my attempt to find out.

Friday 6:10. Woke up. Had to pee. (The only thing that would actually motivate me to get out of bed. Came upstairs. Had to wait for the bathroom to be open. Those of you with multiple bathrooms can't understand this phenomena. While waiting cleaned off kitchen whiteboard. Pee'd. Doctored my hand because the tiny puncture wound I got climbing a tree at VBS last night looked red and oozy. yes, yes, you did need to know that detail. Doctoring the wound involved finding the box of bandaids in the pile of CVS and Walgreens bags lumped on the floor of the living room after yesterday's grocery trip. Wrote this.

6:32-6:40 Resist desire to go back to bed. Instead write out weekend to do list on newly cleaned whiteboard. List goes like this....
---put away groceries...F
---make and do Sunday checklist...F, then Sun
---pack bag for food pantry...F
---sort Sweetling's fall clothes...Sun
---buy Ninja's b-day present...F
---go to Meyer...F
---clip and sort coupons...Sun
---finish letter to Mme Presidente...F
---send photos to winkflash and order...ha ha
---August budget...F

6:40-6:49 Why is keeping the Sabbath the only one of the ten commandments I just don't prioritize enough to keep regularly. It shouldn't be a hard one. Especially for me. C'mon, a divinely mandated day off? Woo hoo! I should have no problem, no problem, keeping *that* one. And yet, every weekend, there's just this one project that *has* to be done on Saturday. Looking over my list to see what can get done on Friday (ha ha) and what can get dune on Sunday. Editing list. How realistic is it? Not at all. Not at all Sam-I-Am. I need a friend to whom I can give the blog name Sam-I-Am.

6:49- 7:33 Bathroom is open again. Going to get a shower.

7:33-- 7:36 Got a shower. Got dressed. Put my hair in a pony tail. Redoctored my hand, because, of course, the bandaid came off in the shower. And, of course, I had to go dig the box of bandaids out of the pile of plastic bags in the living room (again.) This time I wised up and put the bandaids in the bathroom medicine chest. Very hungry. Debating between sitting down with breakfast and devotions and getting some groceries unpacked. Going to opt for the groceries. Maybe I'll set my timer for 15 minutes. FlyLady would be proud. I'm even dressed to my socks and shoes.

7:53-- Got 5 of 6 paper bags in the kitchen put away in the downstairs pantry. Started packing a bag for the food pantry as I went. Sweetling's awake. Thinking of turning on the AC. It's already hot. We're going to be gone for most of the day, but if I don't turn on the AC now, the house is going to be *sweltering* by the time we get home. The AC will never catch up. Closing windows, turning on AC. Then having breakfast and doing devotions.

8:17--8:19 Didn't have breakfast. Instead closed windows, turned on AC and set the timer for 15 minutes. Got dishwasher unloaded and mountain of dishes in sink in dishwasher. Put pots and pans in to 'soak' b/c decided it was just too difficult to wash them without getting my right hand wet. Cleared off counter and wiped down stove and counter. Told Sweetling she couldn't read her book on the brain till after her morning list was done. Mean mommy. Doing breakfast now.

8:49--Had breakfast. Made little guy breakfast. Going to read Little Guy's devotions to him now.

8:58--Ready to go back to bed now. :( Really going to put breakfast dishes in dishwasher, brush my teeth, and start packing lunches.

Yeah, well, Mango called at about ten after nine. We managed to get out of the driveway at 9:33. I wanted to be leaving at 9:20 at the latest. Not bad. Not great.

Its 10:16 now, and we've pretty much been gone all day. I'm exhausted and I'm going to eat an eggroll. I can't check a single thing off my "get done Friday" list. Oh, oh, no, I bought the birthday present.