Amazed that the attitude of "The more the merrier," is not shared by all.
I found a lot of happiness being productive with domestic concerns in 2010 - gardening, sewing, etc. I think I will continue along that road in 2011, and plan to have bible study, yoga and writing as parts of the equation as well. But if it doesn't pan out, it will mean that God put more important things in my way. I am good with that.
I think I just received the best gift today. One of my children, the most strong-willed, whispered in my ear those three little words every mom dreams of hearing: "You were right." Time to celebrate!
Well. Entering my last year in my 30s. I may no longer be able to get out of bed without aching, stay up past midnight, or figure out electronics without a manual, but that is ok. Life is still hilariously fun. Looking forward to an epic year! Thanks for the greetings and wishes!
Between shin splints from Rock Band and sore arms from Just Dance 2, I am in pitiful shape. But, goodness, I love playing those games!
Rock. Band. Three. It is ON!
A Christmas where you receive 3 new DSi games is not the time to misplace your DSi. Starting the search...again.
Tried to head to Asheboro for the Tucker family Chrismtas and failed. Boo hoo!
8:05 and the kids were suited up, boots on and out the door! Looks like a hot chocolate and sticky buns kind of breakfast.
Oh loving Savior of mankind, The souls of man both then and now, Will sing Your praises forever, And unto You all knees will bow.
Ethan has steep, but chose to accompany us to Costco so to not miss the samples. He has his priorities.
Rewriting today's schedule to include a sick appointment at the doctor for Ethan. Now, it gets crazy.
Leave it to Sadie and Lily to find THE most annoying mean/dirty santa gifts EV-ER. They might not even make it until the event on Christmas Eve before I throw them out. Oh. My. Word.
So I just teared up at a Folger's commercial. The emotions of the season are in full-force.
Four generations looking at Christmas lights. Bliss!
Should not have made sausage balls this early. They will be gone by the time I need them.
just watched a three act puppet show entitled, "Gary Has a Dragon," "Toes, Toes, Tippy Toes," and "Silly, Carzy, Funny" written and produced by the kids, complete with sound and light effects, a program, and refreshments. Finally, an enjoyable and understandable puppet show. We have come a LONG, LONG way.
Swim people, I need your help. After practice on Tuesday, Ethan broke out in large red patches on his legs and face. You can actually still see his goggle lines on his face. One side of one leg is red and almost hot to the touch - similar to a sun burn. Who else has seen something like this?
Today, watched the kids experience and learn that giving is always more important and rewarding than receiving while they gave out their goody bags containing hand warmers, among others things, at the central bus stop in town. What joy!
Piano practice at 3, Swim practice at 3:45-5:15 and school Christmas program at 7. Can I remember all the books, clothes, bags and baubles?
Take that swim meet vendors who dare to charge $12-15 per hat! Haha! Victory is mine!
took the kids ice skating outdoors in downtown Greensboro. Yes, outdoor ice skating in NC! Put it on your must do list. The kids loved it and can't wait to go back.
recycled tin pie ornaments, little trees made of fabric and tulle, felt wool mitten ornaments...it is Christmas craft day! May the sequins and small beads stay on the table and in their containers!
The kids and I are finishing up "Bags for the Bus Stop" and starting the gingerbread house while Christmas music is playing. Jay took a bite out of our chimney thinking it was an "extra" piece. Festive evening at the Dumoulin house.
Car troubles in the parking lot of the Coliseum last night at 29 degrees has turned into more problems this morning. C'mon extended warranty...work your magic this Christmas!
There cannot be a better rocking show like skilket. My rock band drum dreams have been amplified by Jen. Just WOW!
"I don't want to gain the whole world and lose my soul" Ready to channel the man, TobyMac, tonight while the kids, particularly Lily head bangs to Skillet. We'll see you at 5, Farlow family!
Kelsey Aulbert Dumoulin
"Whether you already consider yourself an eco-conscious eater or just recently sewed a pair of knickerbockers from fresh moss," Groupon - you make me laugh nearly every day with your commentary.
Grabbing the kids to assemble this year's family service project...Bags for the Bus Stop!
Making plans for our family's Christmas Craft Saturday! Great project ideas this year. Can't wait!
Sadie just brought me hot cocoa. As she placed the mug on the counter, she said that she couldn't tell me all the secret ingredients. Hmmmmm. I am a little leery.
So, at one point, Sadie was racing in the pool to my left, Ethan was racingg in the pool to my right and there was one second left in the Carolina game on the tv hanging above my head. Here is the test question: Where was my focus? Who knows the answer?
Final results.15 of 16 personal best. 2 more Bs. Best of all, the kids said they had the best time.
knows I will never tire of Lily's deep belly laugh. Never.
Five Guys...you are giving Dog House and B Factory a run for the french fry money.
is pretty certain this is the last year with ALL the decorations displayed.
has a very long list with a husband out of town. Must. have. coffee.
thinks that leaving town for Christmas might just be the ticket this year.
Is having a hard time being satisfied with knowing I did the right thing. Where is that joy I am supposed to be feeling?
There is a baby snake in a cage sitting on my desk in the study. The baby snake was found in Jay's workroom in the basement. Three words: Mamma AIN'T happy.
loves having her kids home. Do we have to start the grind again on Monday?!
Thai food and game night! Yipee! Last time we had game night (women in the majority), Ethan wondered out LOUD how any of us were married because we were so loud and cackling. May he exhibit a little discernment this time around.
Woke up to, "There's the Elf! He is here!" The Elf is on our shelf and he is working his magic!
God has blessed me in my life, but I was particularly moved tonight that my son chose to go shopping with me tomorrow in order to spend time with me. He is actually excited about it. Haven't had a shopping partner since my sister passed away. What a joy!
It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; Psalm 92:1
Jay is baking 7 authentic Dutch apple pies from scratch and I am crafting an Indian costume and assembling a craft project for Lily's class. It must be Thanksgiving!
There's a new bathing suit in town and someone is quite smitten. Adios jammers. He is all speedo now.
is thinking she is going to shake things up at the T-Day table this year by making a cornbread dressing. Wonder how that is going to go down with the traditionalists in our family. Can we start a dressing discussion here? I want to know what everyone does.
The 2010 High Point Christmas Parade. Highlights of the good, the bad and the bizarre in this 2 hour long celebration of commerce, hobby and church groups. Enjoy!
There are always some strange entries in the High Point Christmas parade. The Gremlin car and Pacer car with sleeping passengers might get the prize this year
You know it's love when your husband suggests, on a date night, a quick stop at Hobby Lobby so you can get scrapbook adhesive refills which he heard you ran out of earlier.
is feeling a bit more hip and cool after being asked by Ethan to strut my Rock Band drumming prowess in front of a friend.
The kids have been begging me to buy, "chicken balls." Yes, tea spewed through my nose on that one. I decipered they meant the chicken wire shaped balls with christmas lights strung in them.
Signing up for an optional science fair project, preparing for a spelling bee, and ordering a true speedo bathing suit for swim team, all in one night? Who is this 10 year boy that occupies a bedroom in my house this evening?
During my 3-4 four hours this week without children I will...clean out their closets. Throwing away and donating has never been so easy.
Simplifying weekends does wonders.
To the one who shows me how to live fully every day...Happy 9th Birthday, my sweet and sassy Sadie. You are one in a million.
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will be navigating the tween fashion waters today. Say a prayer for me.
Sleepwalking Sadie...will you visit us tonight? She is like an alarm clock around 1 am, slinking about the stairs, drifting into our room, mumbling the entire time.
is going to hide away in an upstairs closet "organizing" it, to escape from children.
Could it be that I am, for once, ahead of the game?
What a fantastically fun, blessing-filled weekend this has turned out to be! I may not know what is best, but thankfully He does.
thinks you are never too old for a good old magic show!
allowed Sadie to be my personal stylist today. It is worth every "this might not be me" hesitation on my part to see her personal satisfaction and happiness.
wishes I could blame my thyroid for any weight gain. It is normal according to my bloodwork. Time to throw out/giveaway the Halloween candy!
Four speeding tickets in my 22 years of driving...unfortunately, two were in the last 3 months. Ouch.
Oh. Dear. Me. Just found a baggie of Halloween candy hidden underneath Lily's bed. This is not good.
I voted.
Fifth grade boy seeks humorous books for school reading. "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" is out, so need some recommendations. He is not that into adventure/fantasy.
Heard this morning on the news...the #1 superfood for lowering stress levels is dark chocolate. I can go with that.
Lily got 4 "tweezers" tonight at trunk or treat. I think she meant twizzlers. Of course, I had to remove all the Reese cups and Almond Joys because we all know how "unsafe" they are. ;)
Corn maze with swim friends (thanks, Todd for leading the way!), now preparing to head out with my pumpkin fairy and diva ladybug for trunk or treat. My banana is heading out with his dad to a Halloween party. Funny what costumes they choose.
Third night in a row Sadie has been sleep walking. I know immediately because she she slurs her speech, rubs her face and hair and wanders aimlessly around the house. Wish I knew what triggers it.
Received this week: Package containing 16 DVDs of converted video tapes from the my wedding, births, mulitple vacations, brithdays, Christmases, every day life, and many family members who have since passed. What a treasure to relive a lot of these moments all piled on the bed together as a family.
feels very blessed and humbled to have the opportunity I had tonight.
is excited about an outreach/service opportunity tonight that includes the entire family. Time for the kids to take serving others to the next level.
is not too thrilled with a dryland only swim practice as my kids are still bouncing off the walls. The pool wears them out and keeps their mouths shut. Go away bad weather, go away!
Sadie conceived this idea all on her own and was able to figure out how to execute it. Proud of her first ever performance.
OK, so that was officially awesome. It was very short, but very cute. She was definitely in her element as we all know Drama is her middle name.
Almost time to load up the dog who is "willing?" participant in Sadie's self-written vaudeville act, which will be on stage this evening at the Faith Academy talent show. Yes, the video camera is charging for what will most assuredly be the next youtube sensation.
found on my to-do notepad this sentence written by Lily, "I need help." Wonder what that was about - addiction to lava lamps perhaps?
thinks Lily might be a hippie in the making. She is already very lovey. This morning she could not stay focused on getting ready for school because she was too mesmerized/hypnotized by her new lava lamp.
finally, some Bs.
is so incredibly tired of members of my family slinking around, plotting, and hiding to scare me. You would think the kids were the worst, but it is Jay. Their deep-bellied laughter which goes on and on as the reenact my screams and spastic motions is the only reason I don't seriously maim them.
Advice I heard Jay tell Sadie this morning: You only want to wear white socks with sports shoes, otherwise you will look like Michael Jackson.
Gearing up for a soccer game, swim meet, pumpkin purchasing, friend gathering beautiful weather weekend. For my fellow swim families...GO STAR!
Poll question: What age do you think it is appropriate for kids to "go together" or whatever they call it these days? And, what age would you allow your child to go with parents with their "friend" out ot eat, movie, etc.
has the upmost optimism that everything will be resolved and completely fine in the end.
Fantastic field trip today with Sadie. What a gem we have with the Reynolda House in Winston-Salem. Second largest collection of American art in the SE and a house that is as nifty, but more manageable than Biltmore. We both can't wait to go back and do some more exploring.
I am a sinner, but my heart desires not to be a repeat offender.
I love my husband. Sometimes he just knows exactly what to say. Today was one of those days I needed it. (Yes, I actually wrote this. Jay did not hack into my account this time)
Positive. Pushing the positive.
Jury duty...this should be interesting people watching.
At Lily's soccer game hoping that she decides she likes swimming better.
spent over an hour jamming with my favorite band member. It was a Rock Band kind of night at the Dumoulin house. Thankfully, Ethan is very forgiving when I grab the microphone.
This morning, Lily asked me if I had any brothers or sisters. What a nice introduction I was able to give her about her aunt.
Fantastic family time at Doughton Park. Leaves are brillant, hikes stunning, weather perfect. I do love N.C.
Chalk up another one in the "pro" column for becoming a hermit.
Sadie finished all her school by 10 am, helped clean her room and cleaned out drawers and her closet, used her manners ALL day, practiced piano and practically skipped into swim practice today. Not sure whether to celebrate or be very, very afraid.
Well, hellllooooo long pants. It has been quite a while. Guess it is time to get reacquainted.
did something it took Jay 12 years to convince me to do... scuba! Saw nurse sharks, eels, stingrays, and tons of colorful fish. Certification, here I come.
snorkeled along side of a large sea turtle yesterday. Stunning.
First experience with backscatter security at an airport. Tough decision...did I want an semi nude picture of me taken or to be thoroughly patted down. Huh.
will the tears and emotional turmoil ever end in this house? You would think we were all pubescent teenagers. Time to invest some money in Kleenex stock, or stain cleaners for shirt sleeves. Sniff sniff.
Happy Anniversary, Jay! Twelve years and we haven't killed each other, yet! Success!
Just a word of warning to anyone attending the swim meet today...Sadie took her last prednisone and she is out. of. control. Hope this translates to fast times and not just craziness.
Well, I guess it is time to start thinking about the first swim meet of the season which is tomorrow. First thing to pack? Ibuprofen.
Thinks I have had just about all the cancer news I can stand for the rest of my life.
Heard this morning on the way to school, "Mom, sometimes you are right and sometimes you are wrong, but I am going to let you be right all the time." Good choice, oh wise Lily!
When asked how her room became such a mess, Lily responded, "I don't know how that happened, Mommy. I guess the toys just fell off the shelf." Talk about passing the buck! Wonder where she is picking up those "crafty" skills?
Oh. my. word. Sadie and prednisone. Two words never to be used in the same sentence again. Wow. Just wow.
is feeling quite solid about my job security after being away for a weekend from Jay and the kids. He tried, bless his heart.
Pawleys Island and side-splitting, tear-inducing laughs is the way to soothe the soul and clear the brain. Bliss.
would the apple of Sadie's eye please come back to the YWCA so that I don't have to deal with this fit throwing every time there is practice?!?!?
Ended this summer by going off the high dive at the Elk's. Glad there were some witnesses because it will never happen again. So long summertime!
My heart has not been this heavy in a long, long time. I must stay steady or grief will take ahold of me again.
You cannot rightly love God without loving the people He created - no matter who they are or what they have done. And you must understand that you cannot love people consistently and thoroughly without relying on the love and power of the One who created them.
found the cutest dress at Target this week on drastic clearance. Tried it on when I got home and realized that it is from their materinity line and it still fit. What does it mean that I am still considering keeping it because it felt so good.
I think I have just added several years to my life span simply by knowing that there will be no market cleaning freakout October 2010 for me. Our renters are no longer coming to market. I will enjoy my favorite month of the year, October, the first in 5 years.
At the pool watching a load of tweens rock out to Don't Stop Believing by Journey. I thought that was my generation's song. Guess you can't keep a classic down.
Although I am all for thoroughness, especially in this area, I would like for once NOT to be called back in after a mammogram. Dagnabit!
and let the power struggles begin! So much for the honeymoon stage of homeschooling.
is trying to pump myself up to try to tackle Singapore Math tonight. I am attempting to figure out why it is kicking my tail trying to teach it to Sadie. I have the teacher's manual, home instructor's manual, textbook, workbook and an intensive practice book. All I have to say is long live liberal arts!!!!
has had more discussions about my sister in the last week than I have all year. Keep running into people who knew her and mention their fond memories of her. What a blessing, but makes me miss her terribly.
First day of Raritas Academy is done! 179-ish to go! Whew!
Saw a smile on Sadie's face I haven't seen in a while - pure exhilaration and satisfaction. Maybe she isn't finished with swimming afterall.
anks everyone for asking about the dog. We have found a home for him. He has turned out to be a fabulous little dog, and we will be sad to see him leave tonight.
Minor debate going on in our house and I would like others' opinions. How do you pronounce the word "breakfasts" like in this sentence: "This week I will fix many breakfasts." Do you prounounce it like it is really spelled "breakfasts, or like it would sound if it were spelled "breakfastes?" I know, it is a ridiculous question. Indulge me and my non-native English speaking husband.
has relished in this day of kids who are sweet and kind to each other, mature in their behavior and mannerly at the table. Thank you, Camp Lurecrest!
My brood is safely home. Scratchy voices (from screaming), tired eyes (from constant motion) and smiling faces (best week of their lives). Love it.
I think I am being a bit too optimistic to think that when Ethan and Sadie come home tomorrow from camp the fighting will be over. Still, I am hanging a banner in the house that says, "Welcome Home! It is a NEW DAY in the Dumoulin House!"
One flew back to the cuckoo's nest last night and discovered of all things, Steve Urkel.
heading out to the homeschool bookstore this morning to wrap up my choices. Am I really doing this?!?!
The silence is almost suffocating...BUT, I am not complaining. I can deal with shallow breathing for a while.
Today, drivie to Charlotte to put the kids on the bus for camp. Take Lily to her grandparents for three days. Breath a sigh of relief and relishing in the silence. After two days, pine away for the noise again.
Happy Birthday, Hottie! Congratulations on successfully living 39 years and beginning your 40th year of life!
Three days until my two oldest leave for CAMP LURECEST! Not sure who is most excited! Ethan has been counting down the days since he came home last year. Sadie will go with her cousin Gray for their first overnight experience. And I, my friends, I will have 6 glorious days of parenting only one child.
Wow. Ten year old boys. Wow. The pack spent 20 minutes beating the snot out of each other with pool noodles in the shallow end of the pool. It was like a pack of piranha.
thinks it is no fun to console kids who have been left out of the loop.
is trying to decided if I will actually roller skate today. Not packing socks is an easy out.
First night the kids are sleeping in their new tree house that Jay built. All bets are being placed on how many times they come back into the house to get something and if they actually sleep there tonight!
So so sad.
I am very proud of Sadie - 9th in breast out of some 150 girls and 16th in back out of some 200 girls. She, however, is extremely disappointed because she was so hoping for a top three medal. There is always next year!
Heading back to the swim meet tonight. Sadie made finals in back and breast. Go Sadie go!
needs a better day tomorrow.
Word to the world. Sadie has an obsession with ace bandages. My grandmother just gave her a large bag of them. She will, undoubtedly, wear them out in public as she has two on now. She is not injured. Don't let the expertly wrapped appendages fool you.
Priceless. My 84 year old grandmother just watched her 8 year old great grandaughter win breast stroke. Picture perfect.
Lily walks in and says to me and Coach Laura, "Mom, do you notice anything different?" Coach Laura noticed it first. Lily gave herself a semi-MULLET! Scrambling to find a stylist to make something of this TODAY or else she will be wearing a swim cap for a long time.
At the swim meet tonight Lily said, "I have GREAT news!" Jay and I responded, "What?" Lily said with the biggest smile on her face, "I kissed a boy!" OMW!!!! It became a little better when she announced it was "only" on the forehead.
After feeling like my Rock Band playing days were over, I have found a new posse with whom to play. ROCK ON!
Hup! Holland Hup! Jij bent de kampioen. Semi-finals!
Hobby Lobby...shame on you for not only putting out fall decorations, but Chirstmas ornaments and crafts, too. Booooooo!
Can NOT believe my ultra conservative husband just shaped/shaved my son's hair into an arrow on top, like in the movie Avatar. Yes, with the sides shaved. Really, Jay? I am nearly speechless.
Can't decide who is more excited about going to ArtQuest - me or the kids!
Thought about trying geocaching this weekend with the kids. Has anyone done it and was it really like a treasure hunt?
thinks it not a coincidence that the first sunflower to bloom in my garden is facing into my kitchen. Sunflowers were Ansley's flower. All the rest of the flowers are facing the sun, like they should. I am thankful for the the smile I get every morning when I walk into the kitchen, see it, and remember her.
is finding my groove back. Hanging out with one of my bestest childhood friends today. Nothing like being with one who knows you without explanation or justification.
Attitude change today, well-received news, peaceful spirits and friend who help me put what is important back in front of me. I say that is a GREAT day!
Still feeling a bit weird about how loudly I squawked at Ethan Tuesday night at a swim meet. Eek. We made a deal after the event - he promised to pay attention when it was time for his part in the relay and I won't screech his name so loudly the people around the pool stop talking. Oops.
SWIM FOR CANCER TONIGHT! Busy day ahead!
When will Lily learn that rubbing eyes, yawning in the car, flailing around, stomping her feet, and declaring, "I am not tired!" earns an automatic nap in our house?
Trying to make some sense out of all my thoughts, discarding the ones based on emotions only.
Not to leave my own dad out of the thanks on Father's Day, but he is not and will never be on facebook. I am happy he can just check email. Well, sometimes that is also a problem. Snopes, Dad. Check it out before you send it out! :)
To my hottie, Jay: Happy Father's Day! Thank you for being such a fabulous parenting partner! Can you believe we have kept them alive this long?!?! Thanks for fighting for us every day.
Showing grace is a more difficult path than dismissing someone altogether. It says I am willing to put aside my own emotions in exchange for letting God take control and trusting the battle for one of His own is His.
Thank you, Hollister, for busting my ear drums with a brain rattling volume level, making me squint and fumble in the dark as I manuvered through small rooms of overpriced clothing, and forcing me scream to a sales "model" to ask where the cashier was located. All for a gift card. As we left, Ethan said, "Oh, next time I am coming here." Great.
It's questions like, "Hey Mom, who built Hanes Mall?" That are driving me nuts.
working on SWIM FOR CANCER! Only 5 days left until the kids swim to raise money for the American Cancer Society.
Sad. The bird has died.
Who else has found a wild baby bird alive in their child's bed? Welcome to the wonderful world of Dr. Sadie Dolittle.
is headed to the DOOOOOOOGGGG House!
had a very late, but very great night out with the kids. I love summer swimming.
seems to be missing my beat today. Hope to catch my stride soon. I don't like being so off.
Swim practice was canceled so what is a Mom to do? Pull teeth, of course. Tooth fairy has two pillows to check tonight! Lily is already difficult to understand, now with no top teeth, my job now includes that of interpreter.
thinks it is great when it gets dark outside during the day because of storms and my youngest thinks it is bedtime. She went upstairs and got her pajamas on, too!
gearing up for a ydub hot mommas reunion in the courtyard. Ladies? Ha ha hee hee.
going to have breakfast this morning with my little 84 year old grandmother, who is driving herself to Applebees for the Elk's swim team pancake fundraiser.
thinks that 3 different pools in one day is just a bit much even for our family of water rats.
Swim meet until 11:00 pm last night. Kids slept in until 8:30. I think I inadvertently forced them to convert to Eastern Time Zone time in one night. Just hope it didn't wear them down too much.
said hello to jet lag at 4 am. Looks like a very long day ahead as the kids, including Lily, have their first summer league swim meet tonight.
is home. The End.
Finally on a plane at 8! Note to everyone, if it is white, too tight and too short, then you be in style if flying this summer.
Flight now delayed until 7.
Is almost home. We missed our connection and are waiting for next flight out of Philly.
Missing everyone! Hear the weather has not been so sunny at home. Maybe we can bring some with us.
Thursday night. Heading out to visit a church nearby that was built in the 11th century Spent the day with the kids making some cool crafts and then swimming at the lake. The rest of the family toured WWI forts and battlefields.
Made it to France. Forgot how beautiful it is. Stunning. Weather fantastic. Toured the largest chateau in Europe yesterday. Overindulging in fresh bread from the bakery and cheese.
Well, the transition to Dun sur Meuse, France begins today and thus ends the travel log for family following us in Asheboro. Internet access is not immediately available. No news is good news! Homeward bound on Sunday.
knows that no amount of begging or hissy-fit throwing will ever change Jay's mind about living in the Netherlands again. However, I am still tempted to try. My heart is here.
Today is our last day in the Netherlands. My spirit is never as calm as it is here. Sad to leave tomorrow for France.
Happines is...a trip to the Albert Heijn that has yielded a suitcase worth of snacks, chocolate, Indonesian and gehakt spices, friet sauce, curry ketchup, candy, chocolate hagel and spread, PALM beer and cheese, glorious cheese. I think we will bring home an extra suitcase.
Ok, so I just slept 12 hours. Wow. Lazy Sunday today in the Netherlands. Nothing open so we will just hang and possibly visit relatives of Jay's. Gearing up for shopping tomorrow.
We are off to Amsterdam (canal tour, Van Gogh Museum) and Volendam (historic, touristy village) today. All is well!
The most happiest birthday to my little man, Ethan! Ten years today! The kids and the grandparents are going to Efteling, a Dutch amusement park, today. Not too shabby of a place to celebrate his day.
made it safe and sound, with luggage. Kids were great on the plane. I have stuffed myself with the best cheese on the planet, taken a nap and am ready to go!
Inbound flight delayed. At risk for missing connection. Erg! Told kids to get ready to run.
Dog sent to sitter: check. Refrig cleaned out: check. Three DSi's charged: check. Snuck in another pair of shoes: check. Hee hee. Almost time!
is calculating how many shoes I need for 12 days and how many I can get into the bag before Jay has a duck fit.
Trip excitement rose a little higher today when we realized this is Lily's introduction to the Netherlands, a country where she claim citizenship. Today is packing, kids last day of school, packing, errands, packing, swim for cancer luncheon, packing, swim practice, packing, errands, packing
looks like I have a loving heart, a leader and a devoted disciple in my midst.
Gees Louise, I woke up feeling like my head is in a fishbowl. Not sure what I am more worried about - the fact that I heard what a terrible singer I am in the car this morning or the plane ride scheduled in two days.
I feel like heaven is pouring down...only two more "school nights" for me and this year is history! Ahhhhhhhh.
My child will not stop talking about this day - the day she gets to swim with the summer swim team for the first time. I don't mind. It just means we are moments away from the start of summer! Whoo hoo!
knows for once what it must feel like to be a Dumoulin kid. I majorly hit my my forehead on the corner of a cabinet and no one gave me a glance even though I was howling and shrieking. They didn't care until I walked into the room with blood running down my forehead. Mercy runs high in our house, I tell ya.
attended a stroke and turn clinic last night. Not sure if I am cracked up to be so official at swim meets this summer.
Thank you, Sheriff David Grice, for the jury summons. I am all about my civic duty, but not in the summer when I have to find childcare.
Now knows that I should never try to type a fb status via my phone at a swim meet. What is "very-g" anyway?
It is so hot in cart that people are very-g into the pool fully dressed. And not just children either!
Unfortunately, 4:00 am wake-up not completely justified at this point. Let's just chalk it up as meet experience.
is beginning to rethink tomorrow's 4:00 am wake-up call. Lord, you did not create me to be productive before 8 (who am I kidding -really 9), but for tomorrow can you help a girl out?
Tumble Euro, Tumble! Momma needs a new pair of shoes in a couple of weeks.
Early pick-up and haircut for one child - Check. Costco, bank and Wal-Mart trips - Check. Swim practice for three children - Check. Pack bags for one child's overnight beach trip with class that leaves at 6 AM tomorrow- Check. Supervise piano practice for one child's recital tomorrow - Check. Create Georgia O'Keeffe costume (?) and watch oral book report practice - Check. Tired - Check.
The next two weeks are just those ludicrous weeks where I am fearful of forgetting a child somewhere. I am a day behind, grasping at time with a to-do list a mile long. Let the countdown begin!
Dear, sweet little bird, one of God's creation, I love your sweet melodious and very consistent little song. It brings joy my heart to hear you trill outside my window as the sun rises. However, I must beg you to delay your daily 5:48 am-ish opening so that my desire to break your hollow bones would not be my first thought of the day. Thank you.
just realized that I am going to have to get up Saturday morning at a time that only God is awake to take my kids to a 7 AM warm-up at a swim meet in Cary.
I am so blessed with great friends. Makes me humble to see how others so readily serve others.
Woke up to shouts of "Happy Mother's Day" and breakfast in bed at 6:24 AM. I don't think I ever tire of beautiful drawings, love notes and poems given to me by my kids. Even at the crack of dawn, my kids are the best.
My boy spent the day at Carowinds with the school choir. He came home with stuffed animals he won for each of the girls. What a sweetie.
is in the midst of reading a book that is answering a lot of questions about people in my household. The book? "Living with Intensity" Ha ha!
Getting the house and yard ready for the swim site cookout. Whoo hoo!
Getting the house and yard ready for the swim site cookout. Whoo hoo!
Discovered that her two girls took it upon themselves to eat cotton candy in the back seat of the car, YES, COTTON CANDY IN THE CAR, on the way to an orthodontic squeeze-in due to a spacer that lasted less than 24 hours in Sadie's mouth and after eating suckers that they conned the teller into giving them. The resulting sugar high is most uncontrollable at the moment.
So, yeah, a little freak-out going on in the Dumoulin house this morning. Just found a 5' long snake skin right along the side of the house by the FRONT door. Ready to move to an apartment, in a high rise, in the middle of a large city.
So, yeah, a little freak-out going on in the Dumoulin house this morning. Just found a 5' long snake skin right along the side of the house by the FRONT door. Ready to move to an apartment, in a high rise, in the middle of a large city.
Thanks for the restaurant suggestions and pnp offers. I am covered. Now, onto the first long course swim meet for the kids. May they just finish and survive. Of course, I really should be saying that to myself. I am looking at about 4 hours or more of waiting around for about 8 minutes or less of my kids actually swimming. Who can beat those spectator odds?
Thanks for the restaurant suggestions and pnp offers. I am covered. Now, onto the first long course swim meet for the kids. May they just finish and survive. Of course, I really should be saying that to myself. I am looking at about 4 hours or more of waiting around for about 8 minutes or less of my kids actually swimming. Who can beat those spectator odds?
Thanks for the restaurant suggestions and pnp offers. I am covered. Now, onto the first long course swim meet for the kids. May they just finish and survive. Of course, I really should be saying that to myself. I am looking at about 4 hours or more of waiting around for about 8 minutes or less of my kids actually swimming. Who can beat those spectator odds?
Yeah, I am back. But I have a need....I am looking for a restaurant in the Raleigh area (closer to Cary) that has an outdoor terrace, will take reservations and doesn't mind mildly mannered kids. HELP!!!!
For those that have asked, I finally put it into words on my blog, "Why I am Leaving Facebook" As usual, it is just part of a larger battle. Now...onto deacctivation.
Friends, I am leaving facebook in a couple of days. Please make a note of my email address and blog address. I hope to stay in contact with you via those methods.
Here's the deal, Mother Nature. You are falling down on your job transitioning to another season. Old Man Winter is just that, OLD! For crying out loud, certainly you can beat him down. I am happy to bring out my own boxing gloves to lend a hand. Squash him and move on!
Over 12" of snow and more coming down, wind advisory = first flight canceled. :( I am not sure who is more disappointed. However, now maybe Jay has time for a quick stop in the American Girl store. Somehow I don't think that is going to happen.
One day and counting...can't wait for the love of my life to get home!
No matter how many times I watch that Visa commercial about Dan Jansen, I cry. At least it is just tears now, instead of ridiculous sobbing.
Friday? Seriously, Jay? You aren't coming home until Friday? I guess another week of single parenting it is. Sigh.
Jeanne's yummies, Melissa's perfect dive, Crystal's laughter, Paula's stories, Tonya's artistic flair, a perfectly, fabulous location for refueling, visiting an old friend, and 50 pages...I think I experienced a tiny piece of heaven this weekend. Can't wait to go back this summer, ladies!!!
Packing up for girls' weekend. yahoo! Just hope it all fits in the car!
Whew! Made it through another anniversary. Thanks, guys, for all the prayers and well-wishes. Grief is never easy, but feeling the love from others brings such a comfort.
I don't think I have ever heard such a scary, worrisome comment as this, "Don't worry, Mom. I know what I am doing." Sadie, 8.
Well, the crafts didn't happen because the kids decided to particpate in the Dumoulin family version on WWF Wrestle Mania in the living room which resulted in time spent in rooms this afternoon. Ah, the joys of a snow day.
is heading to the basement to do the least cost-effective, most nerve wracking thing I can think of...make homemade valentines with the kids. Yes, crafts with my kids. Wish they were more interested in letting me spend 2.99 for a box. God grant me the patience...
updating my "read on a regular basis" blog list. Tell me your favorite...leaving the obvious ones at the door (news, politics).
is very excited about what is on the calendar for February!
HPCA - NO school tomorrow! We are going to finish this NC notebook! So much for a break for Ethan!
if you are watching the Int'l Civil Rights Museum grand opening, what is the significance of the man wearing the white fez and carrying the large white feather?
I have never, ever been told I look like anyone - no actress, no athlete, no one. No Dopple-whatever week for me.
Starting the soup. Cleaning the table for the puzzle. Hot chocolate coming up. Movies in the movie room. Snow gear out and ATV/ropes/sleds are gathered. Who's coming to play? I love this weekend.
Whew! Already hit the grocery store for LEGITIMATE grocery needs. Beat the crowds that will for sure swarm there this afternoon.
wants to know why my husband put on the movie Fame tonight. Something weird is going on.
Winterplace and Snowshoe. Who has been and what details can you give me? We are trying to plan another ski trip within driving distance.
At sugar skiing way way too crowded and way unorganized. Lots of snow though.
is thrilled to announce that after 11 months of fighting, paperwork, and terrible customer service, my insurance has finally decided to pay for my annual breast MRIs. Yay! However, it does not go unnoticed that their letter declaring a 30% premium increase arrived just last week. We really never win with these people, do we?
wonders just when my kids started assuming they could sleep in my bed when dad is out of town. I walked into my bedroom and two were in the bed and one had dragged her trundle bed mattress and blankets down the stairs and had it set up on the floor. So much for me time tonight!
can't believe that my own child just brought me a her grocery list, neatly numbered, entitled, "Sadie's grocries." (that was not a typo) She is such a type A.
I am not sure what I am looking forward to most about this weekend - watching Sadie swim the 100 Butterfly and Ethan swim the 100 Back for the first time (please no DQs); getting out of town (even if it is Rock Hill, SC) or spending time with my fellow swim moms. It is almost like a Girls' Weekend...almost.
listening to some ska this morning, trying to at least mentally feel as if I am on a warm beach somewhere. C'mon summer...can you fight a little harder to get here?
It's Gift Card Day with the kids. I will have to carry the cards in my purse since they have burned a hole in the kids' pockets. Have put off a trip to...Justice (sigh) long enough. Blogged about my irritation with that store yesterday.
all those color postings yesterday made me rethink my choice this morning. Living it up a little today!
So, my nephew comes in from playing in an old chicken coop on our property. He announces that they had found some really, really old newspapers...all the way back from the 1980s!!! Ugh.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
And so it is. Another year.
A year filled with bizarre, eye-opening revelations about the nature of people.
A year of discovering and affirming that people are not the source of worth or happiness.
A year of determining that being a hermit has its merits.
A year of finding that I enjoy the productivity that comes from making things with my hands that are useful and purposeful.
A year of relearning some lessons I learned in college and realizing again who I am.
A year of lounging in negativity and depression and identifying what it takes to pull out it and be positive.
A year of spending time with my kids and learning that my kids are great, well-rounded, full of hilarity and intelligence. I absolutely cannot wait to see what they become as adults...the possibilities are endless.
That wasn't a very positive list (with the exception of two of them), but mentally, I don't think 2010 was very positive. Although I know that much of that positive comes from my own choices, some of it was very circumstantial. Surrounding yourself with people who believe as you do, who value what you do, who are encouraging and supportive is critical. Being in the word and living it out fully is even more so.
Looking forward to 2011 I know what changes need to be made. Bible study, more work with my hands (gardening and sewing), yoga which I know will help my back and more documentation in terms of photos which really faltered this year. Growing my kids' faiths and reliance on the Lord must take a front seat. Finally, keeping an eternal perspective in everything I do creates a life focused on the Lord which eliminates the small stuff which entangles us so easily.
A year filled with bizarre, eye-opening revelations about the nature of people.
A year of discovering and affirming that people are not the source of worth or happiness.
A year of determining that being a hermit has its merits.
A year of finding that I enjoy the productivity that comes from making things with my hands that are useful and purposeful.
A year of relearning some lessons I learned in college and realizing again who I am.
A year of lounging in negativity and depression and identifying what it takes to pull out it and be positive.
A year of spending time with my kids and learning that my kids are great, well-rounded, full of hilarity and intelligence. I absolutely cannot wait to see what they become as adults...the possibilities are endless.
That wasn't a very positive list (with the exception of two of them), but mentally, I don't think 2010 was very positive. Although I know that much of that positive comes from my own choices, some of it was very circumstantial. Surrounding yourself with people who believe as you do, who value what you do, who are encouraging and supportive is critical. Being in the word and living it out fully is even more so.
Looking forward to 2011 I know what changes need to be made. Bible study, more work with my hands (gardening and sewing), yoga which I know will help my back and more documentation in terms of photos which really faltered this year. Growing my kids' faiths and reliance on the Lord must take a front seat. Finally, keeping an eternal perspective in everything I do creates a life focused on the Lord which eliminates the small stuff which entangles us so easily.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Sometimes...
Playing with water balloons, placing them in your shirt to look well-endowed...curious.
Filling them with warm water so they are a bit more comfortable...smart.
Wearing them out in public for several hours before your mother notices...CRAZY!
Filling them with warm water so they are a bit more comfortable...smart.
Wearing them out in public for several hours before your mother notices...CRAZY!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
The kids have been changing and I have not documented a thing. Even my photography has fallen behind. I discovered that when I was creating calendars for Christmas presents that the month of January contained only a couple of photographs. I am sure my kids will forgive me for missing ONE month of their lives, but I know that 2010 will be an easy, easy year to scrapbook. I don't think I have one photo of Ethan in his Halloween costume or at his Christmas play. It wasn't just Ethan either. Everyone got a bit short-changed this year, including me and blogging.
I have to let it go. It was beginning to stress me out. There were times when I felt the urge to write. I felt I had something to put into visual words, but time slipped away. As soon as the mood struck, it was gone again. So, I have a little look at my year at the beginning, but with some gaping holes here at the end. Here is my attempt to connect some dots.
In October we took an extended family trip to Doughton Park in NC. It is only about an hour and a half from the house, but the landscape changes quite dramatically and suddenly, you are in the mountains. It is rustic and a lesser travelled area of the Blue Ridge Parkway which we really like. The hiking trails are gentle and there are plenty of apples to pick along the way. This year's trip couldn't have been any better. The weather was gorgeous and we had a lot of down time just lazing around on a blankets under trees while the kids explored the areas around us. I can still feel the warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze while reading a great book.
So, we enter into November. Sadie turned 9 and had a spa party at a place called Arts 2 Zebras. Many girls from her class last year came which made Sadie feel good. Her cousin, Gray, was notably absent, but that is just the situation at the moment. Jay took her to get her ears' pierced which was a cool dad/daughter thing. She has been asking to have this done for well over a year and we linked it to some behavior changes. She feels very grown-up now. We had the family here for Thanksgiving and the turkey, injected with spices and deep-fried, was divine. For once, the family hung out for most of the day watching movies, playing games, etc. My mom, Aunt Sue, Ethan and I played a game called WhooNu. We laughed so hard - well, really cackled, that Ethan wondered, out LOUD, how any of us got married. He said we were just too loud. Oh, the words of a 10 year old! Somewhere in this month we had some family portraits done, the results of which are nothing short of miraculous. Editing is a wonderful thing and I could not be happier with the shots. Later, the girls and I attended the High Point Christmas parade. It stung just a tad that Ethan did not want to go this year. However, we enjoyed watching the various groups. It was a little nice to know that Ethan regretted his decision upon our return home.
December has rolled around and with it, I have tried to redeem some of our family traditions. All the Christmas cards and party invitations have been mailed. The presents are purchased and mostly wrapped. We had our annual Christmas Craft Saturday with one other family where we made several ornaments. And, we have completed this year's service project, Bags for the Bus Stop. The kids made goody bags with hand warmers, candy, hand sanitizer, lip balm, a hand written note, and a few other things to give out at the central bus stop in our town. Living here, you almost have to have a car, because public transport is just not that widely available. The bus stops usually don't have shelter and the wait times can be long. Last week, I pulled the van up and let the kids pass out over 40 bags to the people waiting. They were so graciously received. Some of the older ladies even hugged the kids and said, "God bless you." The kids returned to the car glowing and excited. Giving is always more rewarding that receiving.
Another swim meet yielded our best results of the season. The hard works is finally paying off for Ethan as he had 4 new time cuts and is very close to 2 more cuts of the next level. Sadie is now ridiculously close to new time cuts in 6 events. I expect a bit of a blow-out at the next meet. Overall, the kids seem satisfied with what they are achieving and therefore, I need to be as well.
The school Christmas program was Tuesday. Ethan played the part of one of the WEE three kings. It was the most hilarious part of the program. It was a perfect fit for him. That was his last Christmas program. Sniff sniff. Lily was very into the program and performed her songs and motions quite enthusiastically.
The remainder of the traditions include a drive to look at holiday lights, a visit to Santa and a piano recital on Sunday. We also have our company Christmas party and our little friend party this week. I have some baking to do and of course, cleaning and grocery shopping in preparation. Should be a hectic, but really joyous week!
I have to let it go. It was beginning to stress me out. There were times when I felt the urge to write. I felt I had something to put into visual words, but time slipped away. As soon as the mood struck, it was gone again. So, I have a little look at my year at the beginning, but with some gaping holes here at the end. Here is my attempt to connect some dots.
In October we took an extended family trip to Doughton Park in NC. It is only about an hour and a half from the house, but the landscape changes quite dramatically and suddenly, you are in the mountains. It is rustic and a lesser travelled area of the Blue Ridge Parkway which we really like. The hiking trails are gentle and there are plenty of apples to pick along the way. This year's trip couldn't have been any better. The weather was gorgeous and we had a lot of down time just lazing around on a blankets under trees while the kids explored the areas around us. I can still feel the warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze while reading a great book. Later in the month, we had a swim meet which yield some pretty decent drops. The swim meet fell on the same day as the BBQ Festival in Lexington which I did not realize until after we had signed up for the meet. We had to miss the festival which was very disappointing for the kids.
Next, we went with the swim team to the CORN MAZE just outside of High Point. The kids also went panning for gems and minerals there. That place is fun, but a bit of a racket. I don't really enjoy wandering around in a corn field, but we were with another family who had a wonderfully keen sense of direction. That made it a bit more bearable.
The elimination of market renting was a bit of a surprised to us, but in the end turned out to be a nice break from the hectic Octobers we have experienced in the past. I miss having the clean house, but not the move. I have been slowly cleaning out the house over the past months as the house just needs it twice a year if I want to maintain some sanity.
Halloween quickly approached and the kids chose the following as their costumes:
Ethan: a banana (bizarre and completely not understandable)
Sadie: Diva Ladybug (taking a sweet ladybug to another level)
Lily: Pumpkin Princess (very cute)
Although we bought pumpkins this year, we never got around to carving them. See, I told you it was a terrible year for traditions. Ethan went to Halloween sleepover on the night that the girls went to our church trunk or treat. Thus, I have a picture of the girls and not him. We went trick or treating the next night in Willow Creek, but I forgot the card to my camera. We didn't have time to stop by our neighbors or to go to the church down at the end of our street because it was a school night. Again, more traditions that were not upheld. But, the kids had fun and that is really the point of it, right?
Ethan brought home a report card with one B, the rest As. I felt terrible for him because the B was only one point away from an A. If he received all As, then he would get texting on his Ipod, but alas he didn't. Frankly, I can deal without him having the texting for quite a bit longer. Therefore, it might be the only time I am happy for him to get a B. Ethan lost three teeth in the last week. A little strange, but I understand quite normal for this age. He seems to have settled into school and found his place in his class. Socially, he fluctuates between groups, which I think it probably best. He has been quite helpful and responsible lately. In fact, I would almost say that I see some maturation regarding taking ownership of schoolwork, swimming and life, in general. The results have been a higher level of success in all areas. It has been a great life lesson for him to see what hard work can achieve.
Sadie, based on my grading, also received all As. Homeschool is moving right along and the only subject area in which we seem to struggle is getting her motivated to write. She can do it, but it isn't her preference. Instead, she gravitates towards math. I taught her how to do long division yesterday. Her response, "I could do this all day. I loooooovvvee this!" Clearly, I did not contribute to that part of her being. An area in which I must make more effort is in her socialization. Sadie loves to be around people and thrives on playdates with friends. Despite swimming several times a week and her attendance at Faith Academy every Tuesday, Sadie lacks the amount of interaction that she needs. Therefore, I am going to add some classes through High Point Home Educators on Monday that will not interfere with her regular schoolwork. They are merely add-on, fun classes like cake decorating. In general, I see more maturation with her choices and self-control. After much deliberation and indecisiveness and several conferences later, Sadie has decided to continue swimming. She took a week off to decide and ultimately determined that she does like it enough to continue. I won't get into all the details that I think contributed to the seesawing, but in the end, she made the decision.
Lily had a perfect O report card and loves school and her friends. When there was a snow day this week, she cried because she wanted to go to school. What a difference this year makes! She has developed into a fantastic reader and I imagine she will be in full-on chapter books by the end of the school year. She reads with such expression, too, which is so cute. She is still ridiculously in love with snuggling and hugs. And, she still does not have her front two teeth. They have been out since June, but the dentist assures me that they are there, just slow to come in. I don't know that I can say she has improved in swimming, but she likes it. I am sure she has, but she is not the most coordinated little child. It will take a little while.
So, we enter into November. Sadie turned 9 and had a spa party at a place called Arts 2 Zebras. Many girls from her class last year came which made Sadie feel good. Her cousin, Gray, was notably absent, but that is just the situation at the moment. Jay took her to get her ears' pierced which was a cool dad/daughter thing. She has been asking to have this done for well over a year and we linked it to some behavior changes. She feels very grown-up now. We had the family here for Thanksgiving and the turkey, injected with spices and deep-fried, was divine. For once, the family hung out for most of the day watching movies, playing games, etc. My mom, Aunt Sue, Ethan and I played a game called WhooNu. We laughed so hard - well, really cackled, that Ethan wondered, out LOUD, how any of us got married. He said we were just too loud. Oh, the words of a 10 year old! Somewhere in this month we had some family portraits done, the results of which are nothing short of miraculous. Editing is a wonderful thing and I could not be happier with the shots. Later, the girls and I attended the High Point Christmas parade. It stung just a tad that Ethan did not want to go this year. However, we enjoyed watching the various groups. It was a little nice to know that Ethan regretted his decision upon our return home.
December has rolled around and with it, I have tried to redeem some of our family traditions. All the Christmas cards and party invitations have been mailed. The presents are purchased and mostly wrapped. We had our annual Christmas Craft Saturday with one other family where we made several ornaments. And, we have completed this year's service project, Bags for the Bus Stop. The kids made goody bags with hand warmers, candy, hand sanitizer, lip balm, a hand written note, and a few other things to give out at the central bus stop in our town. Living here, you almost have to have a car, because public transport is just not that widely available. The bus stops usually don't have shelter and the wait times can be long. Last week, I pulled the van up and let the kids pass out over 40 bags to the people waiting. They were so graciously received. Some of the older ladies even hugged the kids and said, "God bless you." The kids returned to the car glowing and excited. Giving is always more rewarding that receiving.
Another swim meet yielded our best results of the season. The hard works is finally paying off for Ethan as he had 4 new time cuts and is very close to 2 more cuts of the next level. Sadie is now ridiculously close to new time cuts in 6 events. I expect a bit of a blow-out at the next meet. Overall, the kids seem satisfied with what they are achieving and therefore, I need to be as well.
The school Christmas program was Tuesday. Ethan played the part of one of the WEE three kings. It was the most hilarious part of the program. It was a perfect fit for him. That was his last Christmas program. Sniff sniff. Lily was very into the program and performed her songs and motions quite enthusiastically.
The remainder of the traditions include a drive to look at holiday lights, a visit to Santa and a piano recital on Sunday. We also have our company Christmas party and our little friend party this week. I have some baking to do and of course, cleaning and grocery shopping in preparation. Should be a hectic, but really joyous week!
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Hope is a funny thing. It is so connected with faith and perserverence, yet it often takes a backseat. In a world where we constantly live for the next big moment, hope is shuffled off, shown the door until the moment arrives. I think there are very few people who can maintain hope through a series of big events that feel like a slap machine set on fast forward and aimed at their face.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I am guilty. Guilty of pushing my kids a bit in some areas and not allowing them to always choose the direction of their lives. I do it often under the guise of knowing what is best as their parent.I have applied pressure to succeed in areas that they showed some talent, but just weren't interested in participating. I know I am not alone in this fault.
The obvious first arena where this is most often witnessed is in children's sports. This day, everyone wants to push to the next level. We can't just play recreational soccer one day a week, we have to try out for special teams, travel out of town, attend special clinics. We can't just learn how to swim for the enjoyment and fun of it, we have to practice 3-5 times a week, travel to weekend meets and clock our kids' times. Their success (dropped time) or failure (added time) can dictate our mood for the weekend.
I have seen it in school and academics as well. Parents who copy schoolwork and workbooks to prevent an unsavory grade. What good does this serve the child? It kept the child on all A honor roll. Is this a reflection of his determination and hard work, or the parent's need to see their child's name on that published list?
Do we do it out of fear of our kids not being the best at whatever they are doing? Is it a one-up-man mentality? Are we always try to stay ahead of the game? Do we view our kids' success as a reflection on our success?
This past weekend, my family opted to forgo attending a swim meet. One meet would have sent us out of state for the entire weekend. The other, closer to home, would have gobbled up part of a Saturday and Sunday. It would have been Sadie's last 8 and under meet and she could have done quite well, possibly winning a couple of events. It was also the last attempt at achieving a new time standard which would have put the kids in a higher level meet in December.
Instead, we attended a magic show as a family. One child was able to attend a sleepover birthday. We attended a wonderfully powerfully and spiritually magnificent basketball game to raise funds for a boy whose cancer has relapsed. One child attended a Renaissance Fair and developed a friendship that is not part of his every day circle. I painted, cleaned and prepared for the week ahead. It was a relaxed, no-pressure, no stress weekend.
Sometimes I think if everyone would just play by the same rules - no organized sports, no homework, no afterschool activities, no personal electronics or cell phones UNTIL MIDDLE SCHOOL then would kids be forced to be more like kids? Can you imagine a world like that?
Tell me your thoughts.
The obvious first arena where this is most often witnessed is in children's sports. This day, everyone wants to push to the next level. We can't just play recreational soccer one day a week, we have to try out for special teams, travel out of town, attend special clinics. We can't just learn how to swim for the enjoyment and fun of it, we have to practice 3-5 times a week, travel to weekend meets and clock our kids' times. Their success (dropped time) or failure (added time) can dictate our mood for the weekend.
I have seen it in school and academics as well. Parents who copy schoolwork and workbooks to prevent an unsavory grade. What good does this serve the child? It kept the child on all A honor roll. Is this a reflection of his determination and hard work, or the parent's need to see their child's name on that published list?
Do we do it out of fear of our kids not being the best at whatever they are doing? Is it a one-up-man mentality? Are we always try to stay ahead of the game? Do we view our kids' success as a reflection on our success?
This past weekend, my family opted to forgo attending a swim meet. One meet would have sent us out of state for the entire weekend. The other, closer to home, would have gobbled up part of a Saturday and Sunday. It would have been Sadie's last 8 and under meet and she could have done quite well, possibly winning a couple of events. It was also the last attempt at achieving a new time standard which would have put the kids in a higher level meet in December.
Instead, we attended a magic show as a family. One child was able to attend a sleepover birthday. We attended a wonderfully powerfully and spiritually magnificent basketball game to raise funds for a boy whose cancer has relapsed. One child attended a Renaissance Fair and developed a friendship that is not part of his every day circle. I painted, cleaned and prepared for the week ahead. It was a relaxed, no-pressure, no stress weekend.
Sometimes I think if everyone would just play by the same rules - no organized sports, no homework, no afterschool activities, no personal electronics or cell phones UNTIL MIDDLE SCHOOL then would kids be forced to be more like kids? Can you imagine a world like that?
Tell me your thoughts.
Recently, I shipped 16 camcorder cassettes across the country to be converted to DVDs. It was with much intrepidation that I boxed them up and sent them via UPS. I checked on the tracking number hourly as they crisscrossed their way across the nation and back. Finally, the package arrived at our home, the contents of which held six of the most eventful years of our lives. It has been pure joy to watch these DVDs, the start of which coincides with my rehearsal dinner, wedding and honeymoon and ends shortly before the birth of Lily. By then, we purchased a new camera then which was easier to download and edit on the computer.
To watch the beginning of your family, your first house, the birth of two children, moving, vacations, Christmas mornings, children playing and singing, sweet conversations between family and precious memories of those no longer with you...well, it is without words. I have cried sweet tears of remembrance and I have laughed until my stomach ached. Remembering life so fresh and new, so full of opportunity and anticipation has been soothing to my soul.
What has been most remarkable is watching my children speak, learn and interact in their toddler years. They were precious, but sadly it seems lifetimes ago. I don't recall much of what is on the tapes. As I watched, their sweet, barely discernible voices (none of mine were ever clear talkers) filled my heart. Their innocence bursting through, their hearts so open and believing of our God, yearning to hear about Him, talk about Him and sing about Him. If they were those ages today, I would surely gobble them up!
Oh, the promises of those days. The days were filled with nothing to do but mother and keep up a house. Not to down-play those tasks, as God knows the toddler years and the hours of 5 pm - 7pm are just about as dark as it gets. However, these days, my additional duties include driving an activities cab, cramming in homework, chores, emotions that are simply inconsolable, afterschool activities, one homeschooler, world war three squabbles all the while pointing to God as I yell, "Get in the van!"
For all the wonderful years that are behind us, how exciting to recognize how much of their lives are in front of them. Who will they be? What will they be? What choices will they make? For now, I'll be content reliving the past captured on those DVDs.
To watch the beginning of your family, your first house, the birth of two children, moving, vacations, Christmas mornings, children playing and singing, sweet conversations between family and precious memories of those no longer with you...well, it is without words. I have cried sweet tears of remembrance and I have laughed until my stomach ached. Remembering life so fresh and new, so full of opportunity and anticipation has been soothing to my soul.
What has been most remarkable is watching my children speak, learn and interact in their toddler years. They were precious, but sadly it seems lifetimes ago. I don't recall much of what is on the tapes. As I watched, their sweet, barely discernible voices (none of mine were ever clear talkers) filled my heart. Their innocence bursting through, their hearts so open and believing of our God, yearning to hear about Him, talk about Him and sing about Him. If they were those ages today, I would surely gobble them up!
Oh, the promises of those days. The days were filled with nothing to do but mother and keep up a house. Not to down-play those tasks, as God knows the toddler years and the hours of 5 pm - 7pm are just about as dark as it gets. However, these days, my additional duties include driving an activities cab, cramming in homework, chores, emotions that are simply inconsolable, afterschool activities, one homeschooler, world war three squabbles all the while pointing to God as I yell, "Get in the van!"
For all the wonderful years that are behind us, how exciting to recognize how much of their lives are in front of them. Who will they be? What will they be? What choices will they make? For now, I'll be content reliving the past captured on those DVDs.
Anxiously, she sat on the edge of her seat, scanning to see a sign of him. She looked back at me excitedly, "I think I see him!" She looked back to confirm her discovery only to turn and say, "No, that isn't him." It must have felt like eternity for her, the parking lot for a sign of his arrival.
Her eyes lit up, her face broke a grin that was larger than her face and she ran to him as he sauntered down the sidewalk to our table. She lept into his arms, warping her lithe legs around his, clinging to him as if she would never let him go.
Her eyes lit up, her face broke a grin that was larger than her face and she ran to him as he sauntered down the sidewalk to our table. She lept into his arms, warping her lithe legs around his, clinging to him as if she would never let him go.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
An answer to "instability"
A little over a month ago I wrote this post.
I received many responses from the post, mostly out of concern. First, let me say that sometimes you just need to vent. A raw, realistic view of my anger and feelings of defeat were in that post. I surmise that most people experience such reactions to the world at some point. However, one thing that I did not clarify in the post was the cause of my ire and what provoked the rant.
It was me. I alone am responsible for my reaction to circumstances. No matter how warranted it is perceived, it isn't correct if it is a sinful reaction. The world should be able to bang on my door, barge right on in, taint everything around me, yet, not penetrate my soul. I let it. I don't blame anyone but myself. I am a sinner. I allowed my response to not be Godly, not at all. I reacted very, very poorly. I wish I could take it away and claim that I rose above it all, but I can't. I mired in it, rolled around in it, stepped into the pit and stunk.
My complete meltdown was a result of realizing my failure, once again. My anger was pointed straight into my heart. I long for the return of Jesus so that this will end once and for all. PRAISE GOD earth is the closest to hell that I will ever see.
Maybe I could have held strong had it not been for the depression that has been lurking around, sometimes wrecking havoc in my brain for several years now. Nah. Couldn't have done it at all without Him. He wasn't placed first in all of this. I took control, unfortunately.
Having confessed my heart to God and getting right with Him, meeting with my doctor, and taking some time away from the daily grind has turned my path. My daily prayer is full of repentance. I am a sinner, but my heart desires not to be a repeat offender.
I may be called instable because of what I have written, but you know, I don't mind. Being truthful and real, confessing my sins and my failures, acknowledging my constant need for Jesus opens me up to judgement.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 2 Cor 12:9
"In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." (John 16:33 NIV)
Know that you can be renewed and transformed through the God, but it takes humility in order for these experiences to take place. Human pride often blocks our dealing with painful problems. Once we finally admit our wrongdoings and failures, there can be a real solution for us. Humbling ourselves before God is the ultimate key that will allow us to experience the wonderful comfort that only the Almighty One can provide.
I received many responses from the post, mostly out of concern. First, let me say that sometimes you just need to vent. A raw, realistic view of my anger and feelings of defeat were in that post. I surmise that most people experience such reactions to the world at some point. However, one thing that I did not clarify in the post was the cause of my ire and what provoked the rant.
It was me. I alone am responsible for my reaction to circumstances. No matter how warranted it is perceived, it isn't correct if it is a sinful reaction. The world should be able to bang on my door, barge right on in, taint everything around me, yet, not penetrate my soul. I let it. I don't blame anyone but myself. I am a sinner. I allowed my response to not be Godly, not at all. I reacted very, very poorly. I wish I could take it away and claim that I rose above it all, but I can't. I mired in it, rolled around in it, stepped into the pit and stunk.
My complete meltdown was a result of realizing my failure, once again. My anger was pointed straight into my heart. I long for the return of Jesus so that this will end once and for all. PRAISE GOD earth is the closest to hell that I will ever see.
Maybe I could have held strong had it not been for the depression that has been lurking around, sometimes wrecking havoc in my brain for several years now. Nah. Couldn't have done it at all without Him. He wasn't placed first in all of this. I took control, unfortunately.
Having confessed my heart to God and getting right with Him, meeting with my doctor, and taking some time away from the daily grind has turned my path. My daily prayer is full of repentance. I am a sinner, but my heart desires not to be a repeat offender.
I may be called instable because of what I have written, but you know, I don't mind. Being truthful and real, confessing my sins and my failures, acknowledging my constant need for Jesus opens me up to judgement.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 2 Cor 12:9
"In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." (John 16:33 NIV)
Know that you can be renewed and transformed through the God, but it takes humility in order for these experiences to take place. Human pride often blocks our dealing with painful problems. Once we finally admit our wrongdoings and failures, there can be a real solution for us. Humbling ourselves before God is the ultimate key that will allow us to experience the wonderful comfort that only the Almighty One can provide.
First quarter down. School-wise, that is. Homeschool is moving along quite well. I couldn't be more thrilled with the results. My relationship with Sadie has transformed; she has transformed into a much more mature, wise-choosing, sensitive little girl. I still see some spiritedness when in groups of kids, but even in that area she has settled down. Most days she tackles her school work with enthusiasm and is genuinely content with our arrangement this year. Not to say that every day is that way, but mostly the frustration and refusals are short- lived. Often she moves on with a nice apology and moves on. She has written some amazing pieces including a compare/contrast between her life and Abe Lincoln's life.
Our biggest battle this year has been swimming. However, the last two weeks there has been a drastic change in attitude and focus. I see determination in her spirit again. I am most encouraged by the work she is putting into practice.
I wonder if Sadie will always try to find a battle in her life. Even if it is her desire to participate in an activity or be asked to participate, will she show resistance in order to feel that she has all of the control? Moving forward in obedience means letting someone else have the reigns. Although what I am writing is regrading earthly circumstances, it also is quite applicable to a spiritual journey as well. May the love of her Father and her love for Him break what is a naturally rebellious spirit.
As for me...I have found stability. For the past three-four weeks, I have had no mood swings, no spiraling, no emotional pits. What previously made me obsessive, paranoid and cantankerous has little effect on me now. I am starting to feel like my old self again. Thank you to the makers of Lexapro. I know this is not a long-term solution, but a first step in conquering what I now know is depression. Not to mention, it has me back into the word. WORD! I love how God puts such a clear path of truth in front of me and encourages me.
A nice anniversary trip with my husband to a tropical destination didn't hurt the cause either. Ok, calling it nice is the most gross understatement of my life. It was the best trip I have ever taken. Ever. Jay and I relive it every day after he gets home from work. He is constantly looking at how to move there (completely unrealistic). I know that it has been years, maybe even never, since I have been that relaxed, unwound, de-stressed. Perfect in every single way.
The big eye opener to the trip was the 5 page typed document that I had to leave with the caretakers of my children in my absence. Yes. FIVE PAGES. It was the schedule I keep each with with school, various after school stuff, key information, bags to pack, soccer games, swim schedules, etc. My mother actually sounded extremely irritated when she looked over the list. Not that she minded helping out or that it was too taxing for her, but that I have created such a schedule for me and my family. I can't help but examine whether her shock (along with my father's shock who also helped out) is valid or if she is coming from a generation's perspective that included a one-car family early on, a lack of sport activities for children, low-stress schooling for children (i.e. no homework in elementary), or if it is from the perspective of a grandmother who is retired. Not that she doesn't stay busy, but her schedule is nearly all at her own discretion. Or, have I really created a monster? Do we all feel like we are scrambling as mothers today? Why do we do it?
Our biggest battle this year has been swimming. However, the last two weeks there has been a drastic change in attitude and focus. I see determination in her spirit again. I am most encouraged by the work she is putting into practice.
I wonder if Sadie will always try to find a battle in her life. Even if it is her desire to participate in an activity or be asked to participate, will she show resistance in order to feel that she has all of the control? Moving forward in obedience means letting someone else have the reigns. Although what I am writing is regrading earthly circumstances, it also is quite applicable to a spiritual journey as well. May the love of her Father and her love for Him break what is a naturally rebellious spirit.
As for me...I have found stability. For the past three-four weeks, I have had no mood swings, no spiraling, no emotional pits. What previously made me obsessive, paranoid and cantankerous has little effect on me now. I am starting to feel like my old self again. Thank you to the makers of Lexapro. I know this is not a long-term solution, but a first step in conquering what I now know is depression. Not to mention, it has me back into the word. WORD! I love how God puts such a clear path of truth in front of me and encourages me.
A nice anniversary trip with my husband to a tropical destination didn't hurt the cause either. Ok, calling it nice is the most gross understatement of my life. It was the best trip I have ever taken. Ever. Jay and I relive it every day after he gets home from work. He is constantly looking at how to move there (completely unrealistic). I know that it has been years, maybe even never, since I have been that relaxed, unwound, de-stressed. Perfect in every single way.
The big eye opener to the trip was the 5 page typed document that I had to leave with the caretakers of my children in my absence. Yes. FIVE PAGES. It was the schedule I keep each with with school, various after school stuff, key information, bags to pack, soccer games, swim schedules, etc. My mother actually sounded extremely irritated when she looked over the list. Not that she minded helping out or that it was too taxing for her, but that I have created such a schedule for me and my family. I can't help but examine whether her shock (along with my father's shock who also helped out) is valid or if she is coming from a generation's perspective that included a one-car family early on, a lack of sport activities for children, low-stress schooling for children (i.e. no homework in elementary), or if it is from the perspective of a grandmother who is retired. Not that she doesn't stay busy, but her schedule is nearly all at her own discretion. Or, have I really created a monster? Do we all feel like we are scrambling as mothers today? Why do we do it?
Friday, September 17, 2010
Another day...
Things I have learned in the last week or so...
1. A trip to the beach with a couple of girlfriends can drastically change the direction in which you are going.
2. I had a friend tell me that she did not know one homeschooling mom who did not have a complete crisis during their first year, regardless of how the year was going. Makes sense to me. There is a lot of under the surface stress in that department.
3. I don't have to accomplish anything big for God. I just have to love Him. Sometimes stillness and quiet are good things. Sometimes loving God and loving my neighbor happens to be with those who are with me every day. I have to be ok with that.
4. Despite previous diagnosis of teeth grinding, poor eyesight (resulting in glasses), sinus infections, and allergies, the new most logical diagnosis for my forehead, eye throbbing, and cheek numbness is a type a migraine. Here's to some new meds while I start documenting their occurrences.
5. A doctor who is willing to tell you a very personal story about their own bout with depression and spiraling emotions to help you not feel alone in your misery is the type of doctor I want to see.
6. My husband that can make me laugh no matter how terrible I feel physically, how irritated I am at him, or how on the verge of bawling I am, is a keeper. Twelve years and I can say...he is a keeper.
7. On that same note as saying he is a keeper, I can also state that no matter how minuscule, simplified or even common sense filled the list might be, Jay is never going to complete any "to do" list that I make when I go out of town. I will never write such a list again. It is a waste of my time and energy.
8. Keeping my mouth shut and walking away is always, always, the better decision in the long run. Let the battle be the Lord's.
9. Lily is becoming quite the comedian. Funny little looks and clever little statements. Keeps me smiling. What a little joy.
10. Although she can come across as being a bit ditsy, Lily is actually quite aware of what is going around her, what is on the calendar and when things are due.
11. Ethan can exaggerate social situations for fear of rejection. His own recognition of such is quite mature for him. He is such a deep thinker.
12. Ethan is very determined to stay on track and focused at school and his outside activities. I know that sounds like a blanket statement, but I see him taking more initiative than in years past.
13. Sadie will never be allowed to take prednisone again after tomorrow. Never.
14. Homeschooling is still the best decision I could have ever made.
15. Sadie is a lovely little girl (while not taking prednisone). Her multiple phone calls while I was away made me realize how much we have grown to enjoy each other's company. I think we missed each other more than we had anticipated.
16. No matter how disappointed I am because of my own actions and those that I must deal with, my children and my husband are more than enough reason to never give up.
1. A trip to the beach with a couple of girlfriends can drastically change the direction in which you are going.
2. I had a friend tell me that she did not know one homeschooling mom who did not have a complete crisis during their first year, regardless of how the year was going. Makes sense to me. There is a lot of under the surface stress in that department.
3. I don't have to accomplish anything big for God. I just have to love Him. Sometimes stillness and quiet are good things. Sometimes loving God and loving my neighbor happens to be with those who are with me every day. I have to be ok with that.
4. Despite previous diagnosis of teeth grinding, poor eyesight (resulting in glasses), sinus infections, and allergies, the new most logical diagnosis for my forehead, eye throbbing, and cheek numbness is a type a migraine. Here's to some new meds while I start documenting their occurrences.
5. A doctor who is willing to tell you a very personal story about their own bout with depression and spiraling emotions to help you not feel alone in your misery is the type of doctor I want to see.
6. My husband that can make me laugh no matter how terrible I feel physically, how irritated I am at him, or how on the verge of bawling I am, is a keeper. Twelve years and I can say...he is a keeper.
7. On that same note as saying he is a keeper, I can also state that no matter how minuscule, simplified or even common sense filled the list might be, Jay is never going to complete any "to do" list that I make when I go out of town. I will never write such a list again. It is a waste of my time and energy.
8. Keeping my mouth shut and walking away is always, always, the better decision in the long run. Let the battle be the Lord's.
9. Lily is becoming quite the comedian. Funny little looks and clever little statements. Keeps me smiling. What a little joy.
10. Although she can come across as being a bit ditsy, Lily is actually quite aware of what is going around her, what is on the calendar and when things are due.
11. Ethan can exaggerate social situations for fear of rejection. His own recognition of such is quite mature for him. He is such a deep thinker.
12. Ethan is very determined to stay on track and focused at school and his outside activities. I know that sounds like a blanket statement, but I see him taking more initiative than in years past.
13. Sadie will never be allowed to take prednisone again after tomorrow. Never.
14. Homeschooling is still the best decision I could have ever made.
15. Sadie is a lovely little girl (while not taking prednisone). Her multiple phone calls while I was away made me realize how much we have grown to enjoy each other's company. I think we missed each other more than we had anticipated.
16. No matter how disappointed I am because of my own actions and those that I must deal with, my children and my husband are more than enough reason to never give up.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
I have not slept well in several days. By that, I mean only a couple of hours each night and those have been fitful. I have had had 4 dreams in the past week that my children and/or I have been diagnosed with cancer. Throw in multiple conflicts, emotional spiraling, the loss of another one to cancer and that equals one very downtrodden person. Make that depressed. Never have I been so ready for Jesus to return. I am tired of life on this earth. I hate it. I have failed, continued to fail, and I never seem to move past the same cycle of failure. Retreat I must. No words of encouragement here. No signs of victory evident. No shouting off the rooftops. Just done.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Remember This...
I am actually doing it. I am homeschooling one of my children. The very child I said would be the last one I would ever choose to homeschool, which I never planned to do for any of my kids anyway. The very child that never evoked sadness when I left her at a new adventure. The very child that exposed every sinful fiber of my being. The very child that has challenged much of what I thought I knew about myself. The very child that seemed more alien to me than familial.
After two days, yes, only two days, I can say...I love this. I love this child. I love this decision. I love where it is taking me and I love what I see blooming between us. I don't recall having received so many "I love you" notes in such a short time. She actually said, "I can't believe you are doing all of this for me." Our time together has been precious. PRECIOUS!
Now, I am a realist. I know this is the honeymoon stage and that by October I will be seriously rethinking my decision. I will have this blog post to remind me of what I saw in these early days that filled me to the brim.
This year is about us - more than anything academic. It is about repairing my previously deteriorating, hurtful and always on the verge of exploding relationship with my daughter. My eyes are full of tears as I type this. Thank you, God, for this opportunity. Thank you for taking my once very stubborn and hardened heart and transforming it to your will.
After two days, yes, only two days, I can say...I love this. I love this child. I love this decision. I love where it is taking me and I love what I see blooming between us. I don't recall having received so many "I love you" notes in such a short time. She actually said, "I can't believe you are doing all of this for me." Our time together has been precious. PRECIOUS!
Now, I am a realist. I know this is the honeymoon stage and that by October I will be seriously rethinking my decision. I will have this blog post to remind me of what I saw in these early days that filled me to the brim.
This year is about us - more than anything academic. It is about repairing my previously deteriorating, hurtful and always on the verge of exploding relationship with my daughter. My eyes are full of tears as I type this. Thank you, God, for this opportunity. Thank you for taking my once very stubborn and hardened heart and transforming it to your will.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
I had a discussion with a friend last week that left me pondering this question in the midst of life just not feeling right. Is my discontent with life based on a) rose-tinted view of the past, or b) the realization that what I am experiencing is simply the way life normally is and I have just been fortunate no to have experienced it in this way, or c) am I just chemically unbalanced at the moment?
I liken what I have been feeling to wearing a pair of panty hose that is just one size too small with the elastic worn out at the top. Yeah, it is that uncomfortable. You know what I am talking about...you get it up to your waist, or above your waist for those that are so blessed to be short-waisted. Drag the legs up so that the crotch finally fits into place and continue to get dressed. At the beginning of your day, the pantyhose feels pretty good. It keeps your legs a little warm, evens out the color in your legs, maybe even hides a varicose vein or so. But then, as you walk about your day, the hose begins to sag. First, the waist rolls down, then inches toward your hips, dragging your panties with it (exempt only if you wear a thong). The crotch is the next to go sliding down your thighs until it is nearly at your knees,greatly limiting your stride.It gives me shudders just remembering that feeling. You head to the bathroom to try to repair it and while grabbing at it to pull it up, your fingers thrust through the woven elastic, ripping a finger-sizes hole and causing them to run. Thus, you further ruined something you were already really struggling with anyway.
It took this Sunday at church to give me my answer. I realized that issue of my daily grind being a bit irritating was not a, b, or c, but because I have been trying to fit into something that really isn't me at all. I have been wearing a pair of hose the size and fit of which initially gave me a "warm fuzzy." But as time progressed, that hose became my enemy, dragging me down, leaving me frustrated. It left me constantly trying to make it stay in place, perfectly stretched to my frame Conclusion? I had been conned. It was and will never, ever going to work.
I have been living in the world. As a result, I kept trying to use my own strength to get me through some tough emotions, just like trying to make that dreadful pantyhose stay in place. Guess what? I ruined it. It hasn't been comfortable and trying even harder to make it work has ultimately ruined quite a few things.
I liken what I have been feeling to wearing a pair of panty hose that is just one size too small with the elastic worn out at the top. Yeah, it is that uncomfortable. You know what I am talking about...you get it up to your waist, or above your waist for those that are so blessed to be short-waisted. Drag the legs up so that the crotch finally fits into place and continue to get dressed. At the beginning of your day, the pantyhose feels pretty good. It keeps your legs a little warm, evens out the color in your legs, maybe even hides a varicose vein or so. But then, as you walk about your day, the hose begins to sag. First, the waist rolls down, then inches toward your hips, dragging your panties with it (exempt only if you wear a thong). The crotch is the next to go sliding down your thighs until it is nearly at your knees,greatly limiting your stride.It gives me shudders just remembering that feeling. You head to the bathroom to try to repair it and while grabbing at it to pull it up, your fingers thrust through the woven elastic, ripping a finger-sizes hole and causing them to run. Thus, you further ruined something you were already really struggling with anyway.
It took this Sunday at church to give me my answer. I realized that issue of my daily grind being a bit irritating was not a, b, or c, but because I have been trying to fit into something that really isn't me at all. I have been wearing a pair of hose the size and fit of which initially gave me a "warm fuzzy." But as time progressed, that hose became my enemy, dragging me down, leaving me frustrated. It left me constantly trying to make it stay in place, perfectly stretched to my frame Conclusion? I had been conned. It was and will never, ever going to work.
I have been living in the world. As a result, I kept trying to use my own strength to get me through some tough emotions, just like trying to make that dreadful pantyhose stay in place. Guess what? I ruined it. It hasn't been comfortable and trying even harder to make it work has ultimately ruined quite a few things.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Pregnant Summer
School orientation last night means that summer is coming to a screeching halt and school will begin in a mere 4 days. Much of our adventures have been undocumented this summer and for the sake of remembrance, I will make a short synopsis here. I say "sake of remembrance" because Jay firmly believes I have some sort of short-term memory issues invading my brain. Maybe he is right. Actually, now that I think about it, if I do have some sort of short-term memory lapses going on, then I won't remember much of this summer, right? Oh never mind.
School let out in May and as documented in this blog, we headed for the Old Country to see Jay's parents. Lovely trip. The kids were fantastic traveling and Jay's host parents, Jimmy and Nancy, were in awe as well. I have a wonderful peace when I am in the Netherlands. Maybe it is the simpler lifestyle or the sounds of the language rolling off their tongues, maybe it is was just vacation. It was the perfect kick-off to summer.
Upon our return, we dove head first into swim season. Did you get that pun? I made the mistake of signing the kids up for three swim teams this summer. Even writing it, I wonder what was going through my brain at the time. Two summer league teams and one year round team kept us hopping from pool to pool and meet to meet. In the end, we weren't really focused on anything more than packing bags and driving around in my car. Progress was slow and sometimes not as evident, but the kids had fun with their summer league teams and friends. Overall Sadie consistently came in second in each of her events, with an occasional first and third thrown in. Ethan was a consistent fifth placer for the team and was counted on for the longer, more difficult event of the 100 IM. Lily's first meet was not quite what I had expected. She jumped in, came up for air, heard all the people sheering and completely freaked out. She grabbed the lane rope and I wasn't too sure she would give it up and swim to the side of the pool. Thankfully, I can chalk it up to being completely unprepared for the noise, the experience of a swim meet with a little jet lag from our trip to Europe. She recovered in time for the next meet and from then on, she jumped in and finished with no problem. She even earned a few ribbons in the process which thrilled her little 5-year old heart to no end.
Interspersed with swimming were trips to go bowling, skating, to ArtQuest, and sleepovers with friends, piano lessons, time spent with Grandparents, away camp at Camp Lurecrest, Lily's first overnight guest, a day at Wet 'n Wild water park, a trip to Wrightsville Beach, golf camp, cheer camp and Barbie ballet camp.
Some highlights from the above include Ethan's return to Camp Lurecrest which he counted down the days until he boarded the bus in Charlotte. It also marked Sadie's first foray into overnight camp. She loved it and the letters home announced that she was not homesick at all! Their first week after camp was the most delightful one for me as they were so well-behaved. They can't wait to return next summer!
Lily attended cheer camp at school and also Barbie ballet camp at a local dance studio. She was thrilled with both, although coordination may not her strongest suit. Still, she completed her little routines and performed with enthusiasm at the final shows of each event. Lily was also treat to a day trip to Tweetsie Railroad while Ethan and Sadie were away. A huge thanks goes out to my father and stepmom for this treat which translates to me not having to go back to Tweetsie ever again! Yay! She came home with a pink cowboy hat and wonderful memories.
Some funny, or well, now funny moments over the summer include Lily's self-inflicted hair cut. Her efforts were best described as a long mullet with several chunks taken out of the back. Yes, I freaked out. Thankfully, we had a even-keeled friend visiting at the time who promptly helped with procuring an appointment at a professional salon just a short time later! Now, Lily sports a cute little bob which is really much, much easier to maintain.
Ethan and Lily had several things in common this summer - birthdays, birthday parties and lost teeth. Ethan lost an incisor and Lily lost both top teeth leaving her with a little Dracula look. Ethan celebrated his 10th birthday twice - once on his actual birth date which coincided with our trip to the Netherlands and then a pool party with his friends in July. Lily celebrated her birthday with her family and two friends at Golden Corral (her choice!) and then at home. Her party is this Sunday at the Rol-A-Rink.
Our trip to Wrightsville Beach was a nice cap to a full summer. We only went for a long weekend, but it provided a nice burst of family time before school begins. We had one crazy series of events that occurred on Saturday. It all started when Sadie caught a live jelly fish in a bucket. It was the "hit" with all the kids in our area of the beach. The kids were all chanting, "Bury it! Bury it!" However, not heeding this advice, Jay decided to throw it back into the ocean to "save it." I could discuss his decision regrading the fate of the jellyfish, but I will continue with the story and let you make the call whether this was the correct one or not. After flinging the jellyfish about two feet away from his position in the water which was about knee deep, the jellyfish did what most would have done, been forced to the short by the crashing waves. The kids noticed it was coming back on shore and crept closer to see what it was doing. At this point, it made it to shore and Lily, with her lack of coordination, tripped on nothing, her knee landing right smack onto the jellyfish. Ouch. I rushed my screaming child to the lifeguard who told me to put wet sand on the sting. From this moment on, Lily refused to go back into the ocean, not even getting her feet wet. And this is what Lily proclaimed she would write on her first piece of paper on the first day of first grade: "I went to the beach and got stung by a jellyfish and it hurt a lot." Great.
Ethan and Sadie have been over the moon with golf camp this week. Both have begged to continue with lessons after the camp is over. That leads me to our "school year schedule." Typing those actual words give me serious anxiety. I like simplicity although I rarely achieve it with my schedule. This year looks to be the worst. I am trying to figure out how I get myself into this type of mess and the bottom line is that I try to make life "fair" to each of my three kids while also giving them the best opportunities possible. I know both of these philosophies are very worldly viewpoints and neglect the much more important "God first, then spouse, then kids" belief.
Hereis our tentative schedule:
Ethan: Swimming M.W.TH, golf - to be determined (decided against scouts and music lessons this year)
Sadie: Faith Academy on Tuesdays from 12:30 - 4:45, piano Thursday 1:30, swimming M.WTH
Lily: Swimming TH, Piano Tuesday 3:00, soccer - to be determined
Writing it out like that makes it appear fairly simple, but what it means is that no one gets home from their day until around 5:45 M-TH. And on Tuesday, it will be later if Lily does soccer on that day. I pushed Lily off of soccer all last year and feel like I have to at least let her try it because of her strong interest in it. It also means that Ethan will have to do homework on the go this year. His ability to stay focused is tenuous at best and will the stress and anxiety of keeping up, staying on track and potential of becoming complacent be our downfall? Time will tell. I can always move swim days around and drop one altogether. Soccer will also end in early November.
The bonus of the schedule, I think, is that Sadie will not have homework or projects so that eliminates one issue at night. Lily and I will have some alone time together while the other two are swimming as I plan on heading home during swim practice to start dinner. I will also allow Ethan to stay up until 9 this year. The girls will hit the bed at 8, but giving Ethan the extra hour will give us more time together and give him some needed downtime after homework.
Homeschool. I am waiting on two books, but have been able to make two weeks of lesson plans without them. I have tentatively set Sadie up in the dining room as we are reworking our bonus room with cabinetry and desks. What was once a playroom is being transformed into a study/hangout room for tweens. I spoke with Sadie this morning to get a feel for where she was with all the changes. She did not go with us to the orientation last night at school and I wondered what was going on in her mind. She responded that she was really excited about staying at home this year. Relief.
We have named our school Raritas Academy, which means rare and unique. The requirements for the state include: registering your school, sending in the instructor's high school (or above) diploma, and then keeping attendance throughout the year. I am not sure that end of year testing is required, but it doesn't matter because I plan on doing that anyway. So, we are all set to start our first day of school on the same day as Ethan and Lily. Jay was quick to point out that he already knew who would win the "Teacher of the Year" and "Student of the Year!"
If you have made it through all of this rambling, thanks.
School let out in May and as documented in this blog, we headed for the Old Country to see Jay's parents. Lovely trip. The kids were fantastic traveling and Jay's host parents, Jimmy and Nancy, were in awe as well. I have a wonderful peace when I am in the Netherlands. Maybe it is the simpler lifestyle or the sounds of the language rolling off their tongues, maybe it is was just vacation. It was the perfect kick-off to summer.
Upon our return, we dove head first into swim season. Did you get that pun? I made the mistake of signing the kids up for three swim teams this summer. Even writing it, I wonder what was going through my brain at the time. Two summer league teams and one year round team kept us hopping from pool to pool and meet to meet. In the end, we weren't really focused on anything more than packing bags and driving around in my car. Progress was slow and sometimes not as evident, but the kids had fun with their summer league teams and friends. Overall Sadie consistently came in second in each of her events, with an occasional first and third thrown in. Ethan was a consistent fifth placer for the team and was counted on for the longer, more difficult event of the 100 IM. Lily's first meet was not quite what I had expected. She jumped in, came up for air, heard all the people sheering and completely freaked out. She grabbed the lane rope and I wasn't too sure she would give it up and swim to the side of the pool. Thankfully, I can chalk it up to being completely unprepared for the noise, the experience of a swim meet with a little jet lag from our trip to Europe. She recovered in time for the next meet and from then on, she jumped in and finished with no problem. She even earned a few ribbons in the process which thrilled her little 5-year old heart to no end.
Interspersed with swimming were trips to go bowling, skating, to ArtQuest, and sleepovers with friends, piano lessons, time spent with Grandparents, away camp at Camp Lurecrest, Lily's first overnight guest, a day at Wet 'n Wild water park, a trip to Wrightsville Beach, golf camp, cheer camp and Barbie ballet camp.
Some highlights from the above include Ethan's return to Camp Lurecrest which he counted down the days until he boarded the bus in Charlotte. It also marked Sadie's first foray into overnight camp. She loved it and the letters home announced that she was not homesick at all! Their first week after camp was the most delightful one for me as they were so well-behaved. They can't wait to return next summer!
Lily attended cheer camp at school and also Barbie ballet camp at a local dance studio. She was thrilled with both, although coordination may not her strongest suit. Still, she completed her little routines and performed with enthusiasm at the final shows of each event. Lily was also treat to a day trip to Tweetsie Railroad while Ethan and Sadie were away. A huge thanks goes out to my father and stepmom for this treat which translates to me not having to go back to Tweetsie ever again! Yay! She came home with a pink cowboy hat and wonderful memories.
Some funny, or well, now funny moments over the summer include Lily's self-inflicted hair cut. Her efforts were best described as a long mullet with several chunks taken out of the back. Yes, I freaked out. Thankfully, we had a even-keeled friend visiting at the time who promptly helped with procuring an appointment at a professional salon just a short time later! Now, Lily sports a cute little bob which is really much, much easier to maintain.
Ethan and Lily had several things in common this summer - birthdays, birthday parties and lost teeth. Ethan lost an incisor and Lily lost both top teeth leaving her with a little Dracula look. Ethan celebrated his 10th birthday twice - once on his actual birth date which coincided with our trip to the Netherlands and then a pool party with his friends in July. Lily celebrated her birthday with her family and two friends at Golden Corral (her choice!) and then at home. Her party is this Sunday at the Rol-A-Rink.
Our trip to Wrightsville Beach was a nice cap to a full summer. We only went for a long weekend, but it provided a nice burst of family time before school begins. We had one crazy series of events that occurred on Saturday. It all started when Sadie caught a live jelly fish in a bucket. It was the "hit" with all the kids in our area of the beach. The kids were all chanting, "Bury it! Bury it!" However, not heeding this advice, Jay decided to throw it back into the ocean to "save it." I could discuss his decision regrading the fate of the jellyfish, but I will continue with the story and let you make the call whether this was the correct one or not. After flinging the jellyfish about two feet away from his position in the water which was about knee deep, the jellyfish did what most would have done, been forced to the short by the crashing waves. The kids noticed it was coming back on shore and crept closer to see what it was doing. At this point, it made it to shore and Lily, with her lack of coordination, tripped on nothing, her knee landing right smack onto the jellyfish. Ouch. I rushed my screaming child to the lifeguard who told me to put wet sand on the sting. From this moment on, Lily refused to go back into the ocean, not even getting her feet wet. And this is what Lily proclaimed she would write on her first piece of paper on the first day of first grade: "I went to the beach and got stung by a jellyfish and it hurt a lot." Great.
Ethan and Sadie have been over the moon with golf camp this week. Both have begged to continue with lessons after the camp is over. That leads me to our "school year schedule." Typing those actual words give me serious anxiety. I like simplicity although I rarely achieve it with my schedule. This year looks to be the worst. I am trying to figure out how I get myself into this type of mess and the bottom line is that I try to make life "fair" to each of my three kids while also giving them the best opportunities possible. I know both of these philosophies are very worldly viewpoints and neglect the much more important "God first, then spouse, then kids" belief.
Hereis our tentative schedule:
Ethan: Swimming M.W.TH, golf - to be determined (decided against scouts and music lessons this year)
Sadie: Faith Academy on Tuesdays from 12:30 - 4:45, piano Thursday 1:30, swimming M.WTH
Lily: Swimming TH, Piano Tuesday 3:00, soccer - to be determined
Writing it out like that makes it appear fairly simple, but what it means is that no one gets home from their day until around 5:45 M-TH. And on Tuesday, it will be later if Lily does soccer on that day. I pushed Lily off of soccer all last year and feel like I have to at least let her try it because of her strong interest in it. It also means that Ethan will have to do homework on the go this year. His ability to stay focused is tenuous at best and will the stress and anxiety of keeping up, staying on track and potential of becoming complacent be our downfall? Time will tell. I can always move swim days around and drop one altogether. Soccer will also end in early November.
The bonus of the schedule, I think, is that Sadie will not have homework or projects so that eliminates one issue at night. Lily and I will have some alone time together while the other two are swimming as I plan on heading home during swim practice to start dinner. I will also allow Ethan to stay up until 9 this year. The girls will hit the bed at 8, but giving Ethan the extra hour will give us more time together and give him some needed downtime after homework.
Homeschool. I am waiting on two books, but have been able to make two weeks of lesson plans without them. I have tentatively set Sadie up in the dining room as we are reworking our bonus room with cabinetry and desks. What was once a playroom is being transformed into a study/hangout room for tweens. I spoke with Sadie this morning to get a feel for where she was with all the changes. She did not go with us to the orientation last night at school and I wondered what was going on in her mind. She responded that she was really excited about staying at home this year. Relief.
We have named our school Raritas Academy, which means rare and unique. The requirements for the state include: registering your school, sending in the instructor's high school (or above) diploma, and then keeping attendance throughout the year. I am not sure that end of year testing is required, but it doesn't matter because I plan on doing that anyway. So, we are all set to start our first day of school on the same day as Ethan and Lily. Jay was quick to point out that he already knew who would win the "Teacher of the Year" and "Student of the Year!"
If you have made it through all of this rambling, thanks.
Blue Like Jazz
"The ability to accept God's unconditional grace and ferocious love is all the fuel we need to obey Him in return." Blue Like Jazz: NonReligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality, by Don Miller
I am in the midst of reading a great book. The book reflects much of what has been turning, rather rolling around in my brain this summer. The sways and straying of a heart that was once passionately and fervently sold out to Him. The varying ebb and flow of a zealous believer to that of near apathy. The discovery of just what a sinner I am, attempt to overcompensate with ridiculous legalistic bindings only to realize again what a sinner I am. It gets me nowhere on my own.
I am in the midst of reading a great book. The book reflects much of what has been turning, rather rolling around in my brain this summer. The sways and straying of a heart that was once passionately and fervently sold out to Him. The varying ebb and flow of a zealous believer to that of near apathy. The discovery of just what a sinner I am, attempt to overcompensate with ridiculous legalistic bindings only to realize again what a sinner I am. It gets me nowhere on my own.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Perfect Pantyhose
I had a discussion with a friend last week that left me pondering this question in the midst of life just not feeling right. Something has been unsettling, almost weird. I asked my friend, is my discontent with life based on a) rose-tinted view of the past, or b) the realization that what I am experiencing is simply the way life normally is and I have just been fortunate not to have experienced it in this way, or c) am I just chemically unbalanced.
I liken what I have been feeling to wearing a pair of pantyhose that is just one size too small with the elastic worn out at the top. Yeah, it is that uncomfortable. You know what I am talking about...you get it up to your waist, or above your waist for those that are so blessed to be short-waisted. Drag the legs up so that the crotch finally fits into place and continue to get dressed. At the beginning of your day, the pantyhose feels pretty good. It keeps your legs a little warm, evens out the color in your legs, maybe even hides a varicose vein or so. But then, as you walk about your day, the hose begins to sag. First, the waist rolls down, then inches toward your hips, dragging your panties with it (exempt only if you wear a thong). The crotch is the next to go sliding down your thighs until it is nearly at your knees,greatly limiting your stride. It gives me shudders just remembering that feeling. You head to the bathroom to try to repair it and while grabbing at it to pull it up, your fingers thrust through the woven elastic, ripping a finger-sizes hole and causing them to run. Thus, you ruined something you were already really struggling with anyway.
It took this Sunday at church to give me my answer. I realized that issue of my daily grind being a bit irritating was not a, b, or c, but because I have been trying to fit into something that really isn't me at all. I have been wearing a pair of hose the size and fit of which initially gave me a "warm fuzzy." But as time progressed, that hose became my enemy, dragging me down, leaving me frustrated. It left me constantly trying to make it stay in place, perfectly stretched to my frame. Sunday, I realized I had been conned. It was and will never, ever going to work. Instead, I have been missing the truth - what was perfectly designed for me.
I have been living in the world. This worldliness is lived out daily in my life because as Jerry Bridges defines it, I am just accepting and going along with the values and practices of our culture without discerning if they are pleasing to God. I have always believed that the world thrusts it influence upon us. Revelation time here...the changed occurred inside me first. That pride began inside me.
As a result, I kept trying to use my own strength to get me through some tough emotions. Guess what? I ruined it. Like wearing that dreadful pantyhose, life hasn't been comfortable. Trying even harder to make it work has ultimately destroyed quite a few things, ripping destructive holes into relationships and circumstances and most painfully my relationship with God.
We can't resist the pull of the world if it is left up to us. It hurt to hear the reality of what I had been doing. I chose to don that pantyhose believing that it would make me appear better in the world. Essentially, I was living like what He did was not enough. His actions, His presentation to the world was not good enough. I have been valuing my position in the world more than what Christ did for me.
Little lies to present myself as more together than the reality. Little tales to present myself as "cool" or acceptable to others. Little choices of what I was doing or reading or wearing to present a certain image. Little tales of my children to put off the fact that I am a sinful mother that fails miserably every day when I am mothering on my own strength. Little words that just slip out of my mouth without a thought or care. All those "littles" similar to those little tugs and pulls to wear a pair of stinking worldly pantyhose, pantyhose woven with all the pride of the flesh, the eyes, and the possessions of my soul. You know, God didn't mean for me to try to make something fit that shouldn't have been in my drawers to begin with. In fact, I think when Christ was nailed to the cross and he eliminated the need for pantyhose altogether! Can I get an AMEN!?!
"When someone sets his affections upon the cross and the love of Christ, he crucifies the world as a dead and undesirable thing. The baits of sin lose their attraction and disappear. Fill your affections with the cross of Chris and you will find no room for sin." John Owen
There is no better life than the tap, tap, tap on your shoulder from the Holy Spirit alerting you to self-promoting behavior and stopping it in its tracks. Praise the Lord!
I liken what I have been feeling to wearing a pair of pantyhose that is just one size too small with the elastic worn out at the top. Yeah, it is that uncomfortable. You know what I am talking about...you get it up to your waist, or above your waist for those that are so blessed to be short-waisted. Drag the legs up so that the crotch finally fits into place and continue to get dressed. At the beginning of your day, the pantyhose feels pretty good. It keeps your legs a little warm, evens out the color in your legs, maybe even hides a varicose vein or so. But then, as you walk about your day, the hose begins to sag. First, the waist rolls down, then inches toward your hips, dragging your panties with it (exempt only if you wear a thong). The crotch is the next to go sliding down your thighs until it is nearly at your knees,greatly limiting your stride. It gives me shudders just remembering that feeling. You head to the bathroom to try to repair it and while grabbing at it to pull it up, your fingers thrust through the woven elastic, ripping a finger-sizes hole and causing them to run. Thus, you ruined something you were already really struggling with anyway.
It took this Sunday at church to give me my answer. I realized that issue of my daily grind being a bit irritating was not a, b, or c, but because I have been trying to fit into something that really isn't me at all. I have been wearing a pair of hose the size and fit of which initially gave me a "warm fuzzy." But as time progressed, that hose became my enemy, dragging me down, leaving me frustrated. It left me constantly trying to make it stay in place, perfectly stretched to my frame. Sunday, I realized I had been conned. It was and will never, ever going to work. Instead, I have been missing the truth - what was perfectly designed for me.
I have been living in the world. This worldliness is lived out daily in my life because as Jerry Bridges defines it, I am just accepting and going along with the values and practices of our culture without discerning if they are pleasing to God. I have always believed that the world thrusts it influence upon us. Revelation time here...the changed occurred inside me first. That pride began inside me.
As a result, I kept trying to use my own strength to get me through some tough emotions. Guess what? I ruined it. Like wearing that dreadful pantyhose, life hasn't been comfortable. Trying even harder to make it work has ultimately destroyed quite a few things, ripping destructive holes into relationships and circumstances and most painfully my relationship with God.
We can't resist the pull of the world if it is left up to us. It hurt to hear the reality of what I had been doing. I chose to don that pantyhose believing that it would make me appear better in the world. Essentially, I was living like what He did was not enough. His actions, His presentation to the world was not good enough. I have been valuing my position in the world more than what Christ did for me.
Little lies to present myself as more together than the reality. Little tales to present myself as "cool" or acceptable to others. Little choices of what I was doing or reading or wearing to present a certain image. Little tales of my children to put off the fact that I am a sinful mother that fails miserably every day when I am mothering on my own strength. Little words that just slip out of my mouth without a thought or care. All those "littles" similar to those little tugs and pulls to wear a pair of stinking worldly pantyhose, pantyhose woven with all the pride of the flesh, the eyes, and the possessions of my soul. You know, God didn't mean for me to try to make something fit that shouldn't have been in my drawers to begin with. In fact, I think when Christ was nailed to the cross and he eliminated the need for pantyhose altogether! Can I get an AMEN!?!
"When someone sets his affections upon the cross and the love of Christ, he crucifies the world as a dead and undesirable thing. The baits of sin lose their attraction and disappear. Fill your affections with the cross of Chris and you will find no room for sin." John Owen
There is no better life than the tap, tap, tap on your shoulder from the Holy Spirit alerting you to self-promoting behavior and stopping it in its tracks. Praise the Lord!
Monday, July 19, 2010
She bends to her knees,
The moist dirt quickly staining her skin.
Her weight shifts forward, her hands working the ground.
Delicately and tenderly she pulls her pride to the side.
She grabs at the longs strands of grasses,
growing where they are forbidden.
Her shoulders, bare, begin to feel sweat dampen her skin,
Salty, warm, and tacky to the touch.
She inches her way down the rows,
clearing the path for her plants to flourish.
Dirt pulled from deep lands on her leg, her arm, her hair.
Darkened earth fills the unkempt nails on her fingers.
The richness of the earth is nearly intoxicating.
Its grit smoothes away the rough edges.
Her anxieties lessen.
The burdens of life leave her shoulders.
Resting on her heels, she sees victory.
Her accomplishment simple, but it is hers to claim.
Hers alone.
The moist dirt quickly staining her skin.
Her weight shifts forward, her hands working the ground.
Delicately and tenderly she pulls her pride to the side.
She grabs at the longs strands of grasses,
growing where they are forbidden.
Her shoulders, bare, begin to feel sweat dampen her skin,
Salty, warm, and tacky to the touch.
She inches her way down the rows,
clearing the path for her plants to flourish.
Dirt pulled from deep lands on her leg, her arm, her hair.
Darkened earth fills the unkempt nails on her fingers.
The richness of the earth is nearly intoxicating.
Its grit smoothes away the rough edges.
Her anxieties lessen.
The burdens of life leave her shoulders.
Resting on her heels, she sees victory.
Her accomplishment simple, but it is hers to claim.
Hers alone.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
A Girl and Her Bandages
A few years or so ago, my Sadie discovered what fun it is to play with ace bandages. Being one to make a fuss over letting her do something out of the norm, I put it away so that we would have it when the time came that we really needed to use it.
About six months ago, Sadie had a discussion with her great-grandmother. I have no idea how the topic came about. Oh wait. Yes, I do. My great-grandmother had an ace bandage on her leg covering a wound. Ever-curious Sadie asked her multiple questions including where she got her bandage. Imagine Sadie's glee when she learned that my great-grandmother was a collector of such bandages and was happy to pass a small tub of various sized bandages to Sadie.
Never to forget this momentous occasion, Sadie asked repeatedly when we could go see Gram to get her new toys. We had a swim meet in my great-grandmother's neighborhood and of course, stopped by her house after the meet. Sadie reminded me about the bandages and I dug through my grandmother's hall closet and collected more than 12 packed and rolled lightly tan-pink colored elastic bandages.
On the way home, I knew that I would need to set some ground rules on where and when to play with the bandages. 1) No wearing them in public 2) Do not put them anywhere but on arms and legs (certainly not necks) 3) Do not put them on your siblings unless requested and 4) Do not put them on the dog.
After much pleading, I relented and let Sadie wear one bandage out in public. She concocted some ridiculous story about tripping on a toy. Or, was it at the pool? I can't remember as the story changed faster than the number of our national debt, but each time it was met with a sympathetic nod by a stranger, and my eye rolling and sigh. She was thrilled.
About six months ago, Sadie had a discussion with her great-grandmother. I have no idea how the topic came about. Oh wait. Yes, I do. My great-grandmother had an ace bandage on her leg covering a wound. Ever-curious Sadie asked her multiple questions including where she got her bandage. Imagine Sadie's glee when she learned that my great-grandmother was a collector of such bandages and was happy to pass a small tub of various sized bandages to Sadie.
Never to forget this momentous occasion, Sadie asked repeatedly when we could go see Gram to get her new toys. We had a swim meet in my great-grandmother's neighborhood and of course, stopped by her house after the meet. Sadie reminded me about the bandages and I dug through my grandmother's hall closet and collected more than 12 packed and rolled lightly tan-pink colored elastic bandages.
On the way home, I knew that I would need to set some ground rules on where and when to play with the bandages. 1) No wearing them in public 2) Do not put them anywhere but on arms and legs (certainly not necks) 3) Do not put them on your siblings unless requested and 4) Do not put them on the dog.
After much pleading, I relented and let Sadie wear one bandage out in public. She concocted some ridiculous story about tripping on a toy. Or, was it at the pool? I can't remember as the story changed faster than the number of our national debt, but each time it was met with a sympathetic nod by a stranger, and my eye rolling and sigh. She was thrilled.
I don't know where to begin with all that has happened this summer. I feel like I have missed it with all that whirled by us in June.
After our trip overseas, the swim team season was in full swing and I learned a multitude of valuable lessons that I list here to prompt myself next summer.
1) Our year round swim program is really the only practice I should make mandatory. I noticed some deterioration to the kids' strokes as the season progressed and although the kids had a lot of fun at their summer team practices, they need the consistency of their year round coach more.
2) The fact that some children do not like ice cream, pizza, spaghetti, waffles or chicken fingers (versus nuggets which they do like) is incomprehensible to me.
3) Three swim teams is entirely too many.
4) Even your sweetest child has the propensity to cut her own hair, into a long mullet, trying to look like her sister.
5) Childhood friends just end up being the best friends you ever had.
6) Drama is still quite active in the world. I thank God that for the past several years I have been removed from it. It's absence in my life made that reality sting a little more than I would have liked. I need to perk up at the clues when it is coming and...RUN.
7) Speaking of running, I should practice that more often. If my heart is uneasy and my brain says something is not right, I should remove myself from the situation. Well, I think it is probably better to sum it up in the term, "slink quickly and quietly away." Do you see a theme forming here?
8) Getting a child's opinion is never necessary.
9) Sports bring out the best in people...and the worst.
10) My husband wants us around a lot more than I thought he did.
11) I am not sure that I buy that labeling someone gives them the right not to mature.
12) You are never too old for a night in a tree house.
13) It is imperative for me to not be swayed by people's opinion of my own children.
14) Hanging at home is surprisingly enjoyable, highly productive and extraordinarily stress-free.
15) Sometimes I am not as strong as I thought I was in who I am. High school insecurities have not been in my line of vision since well, high school. Why now? I should quietly slink away from those make me feel this way.
16) "Hair" is one of the last fights I will have with my children. Arrow-shaped mohawks are actually quite cool.
17) Growing a garden has brought me much joy and delight. Passing along produce to others is the cherry on the top.
18) My tendency to yell, has in turn, created yellers. It needs to stop.
19) Sunflowers are precious to my soul. Having one growing facing into my window instead of the sun is priceless.
20) Like 99% of all mothers, my children are the most valued things in my life. I will fight for them and protect them with everything I have. It is tough to walk away when you feel that is being questioned.
After our trip overseas, the swim team season was in full swing and I learned a multitude of valuable lessons that I list here to prompt myself next summer.
1) Our year round swim program is really the only practice I should make mandatory. I noticed some deterioration to the kids' strokes as the season progressed and although the kids had a lot of fun at their summer team practices, they need the consistency of their year round coach more.
2) The fact that some children do not like ice cream, pizza, spaghetti, waffles or chicken fingers (versus nuggets which they do like) is incomprehensible to me.
3) Three swim teams is entirely too many.
4) Even your sweetest child has the propensity to cut her own hair, into a long mullet, trying to look like her sister.
5) Childhood friends just end up being the best friends you ever had.
6) Drama is still quite active in the world. I thank God that for the past several years I have been removed from it. It's absence in my life made that reality sting a little more than I would have liked. I need to perk up at the clues when it is coming and...RUN.
7) Speaking of running, I should practice that more often. If my heart is uneasy and my brain says something is not right, I should remove myself from the situation. Well, I think it is probably better to sum it up in the term, "slink quickly and quietly away." Do you see a theme forming here?
8) Getting a child's opinion is never necessary.
9) Sports bring out the best in people...and the worst.
10) My husband wants us around a lot more than I thought he did.
11) I am not sure that I buy that labeling someone gives them the right not to mature.
12) You are never too old for a night in a tree house.
13) It is imperative for me to not be swayed by people's opinion of my own children.
14) Hanging at home is surprisingly enjoyable, highly productive and extraordinarily stress-free.
15) Sometimes I am not as strong as I thought I was in who I am. High school insecurities have not been in my line of vision since well, high school. Why now? I should quietly slink away from those make me feel this way.
16) "Hair" is one of the last fights I will have with my children. Arrow-shaped mohawks are actually quite cool.
17) Growing a garden has brought me much joy and delight. Passing along produce to others is the cherry on the top.
18) My tendency to yell, has in turn, created yellers. It needs to stop.
19) Sunflowers are precious to my soul. Having one growing facing into my window instead of the sun is priceless.
20) Like 99% of all mothers, my children are the most valued things in my life. I will fight for them and protect them with everything I have. It is tough to walk away when you feel that is being questioned.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
A good old-fashioned release of emotions
Ever felt like you wanted a do-over? Or better yet, just wanted to pretend that world outside your house didn't exist? The pressure cooker has hit its peak, or is it obvious?
I do not like drama and for the most part of my more mature life have done well to avoid it. Something happened in the last 2 months, however, and I have been sucked in like a black hole. Sometimes I have kept my feelings internal, sometimes I have not been able to contain them. Either way, I am having a hard time letting what others say not fester in that pot o' muck inside me.
I like blending into the background, skirting in the shadows, not making waves, being content with what I know and who I am. That has not happened lately and frankly, every time I turn around something or someone is figuratively slapping me in the face. Criticism...left and right. Stingers about my unruly kids, some ridiculous mess about a swim team, where my kids are swimming, questioning how much I really care about my kids, how much time I am spending away from my house, or too much time devoted to a worth cause, whispers of my name with darting eyes...yes, I see it.
I guess I have come to the conclusion that I am around a lot of people who are still relatively new to me. They don't know me and my heart - just as I don't know theirs. Therefore, they interpret actions, statements, etc. to be very different than my intentions. Gossip, morals, values, life's purposes and foci - all swirling around into some really bizarre and challenging outcomes and situations. I feel very out of sorts in every environment this summer. The perception is that I misstep at every turn and there is some sort of satisfaction at it being pointed out to me.
Maybe stick a fork in me. I am D-O-N-E.
I do not like drama and for the most part of my more mature life have done well to avoid it. Something happened in the last 2 months, however, and I have been sucked in like a black hole. Sometimes I have kept my feelings internal, sometimes I have not been able to contain them. Either way, I am having a hard time letting what others say not fester in that pot o' muck inside me.
I like blending into the background, skirting in the shadows, not making waves, being content with what I know and who I am. That has not happened lately and frankly, every time I turn around something or someone is figuratively slapping me in the face. Criticism...left and right. Stingers about my unruly kids, some ridiculous mess about a swim team, where my kids are swimming, questioning how much I really care about my kids, how much time I am spending away from my house, or too much time devoted to a worth cause, whispers of my name with darting eyes...yes, I see it.
I guess I have come to the conclusion that I am around a lot of people who are still relatively new to me. They don't know me and my heart - just as I don't know theirs. Therefore, they interpret actions, statements, etc. to be very different than my intentions. Gossip, morals, values, life's purposes and foci - all swirling around into some really bizarre and challenging outcomes and situations. I feel very out of sorts in every environment this summer. The perception is that I misstep at every turn and there is some sort of satisfaction at it being pointed out to me.
Maybe stick a fork in me. I am D-O-N-E.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Summer slows the writing down. I haven't been inspired to put my thoughts down because really life has been churning out much of the same incidents and routines. Well, except for the baby bird I found in Sadie's bed which she had been caring for about 4 days or so. But, really, that isn't very shocking for those that have frequented this blog. I was turned away from writing because I felt it was turning into "My Outstanding Kids." Of course, I know they are, but I don't need to write about them every time, now do I?
However, and there is always that word in my posts, events over the past week have changed a little of that and so I am ready to write this evening at 12:09 since I cannot sleep.
Humanity is disappointing. Though that sounds like a cynics statement, I find it almost uplifting. Because in every way that humanity fails, which is does constantly, God does not. My hope has to be found in Him, because otherwise, life would be a constant downer. There is nothing better than rising above the fray and soaring through life on His wind. Absolutely nothing.
And yet, I sit here, surprised that I have allowed myself to fall under the trappings of this world again. Trying to go through life with a teflon coating on is impossible. You have to feel, but when those feelings push you to act in anger or hurt, the ending result has never, ever been a positive one. At least in my experience.
Today seemed to be a culmination of several difficult situations around me coming to a head. It is one of those weeks where I want to hide out in my house until the storm of information is over, the latest shocking revelation has died. I want to pretend that the hurtful and hateful things that are occurring are not and those I love are happy and safe. I have done well maintaining composure and even some decorum. I know, shocking. Now, however, my heart is racing and hot. My thoughts seek out revenge. Someone must be put in their place.
Showing grace is a more difficult path than dismissing someone altogether. It says I am willing to put aside my own emotions in exchange for letting God take control and trusting the battle for one of His own is His. I pray tonight that I can have peace that God's will has been done. His will is perfect and therefore should receive all of my trust. Humanity will always disappoint. My hope is in Him alone. But, God, could you ease up on the weight of the disappointments...just a little?
However, and there is always that word in my posts, events over the past week have changed a little of that and so I am ready to write this evening at 12:09 since I cannot sleep.
Humanity is disappointing. Though that sounds like a cynics statement, I find it almost uplifting. Because in every way that humanity fails, which is does constantly, God does not. My hope has to be found in Him, because otherwise, life would be a constant downer. There is nothing better than rising above the fray and soaring through life on His wind. Absolutely nothing.
And yet, I sit here, surprised that I have allowed myself to fall under the trappings of this world again. Trying to go through life with a teflon coating on is impossible. You have to feel, but when those feelings push you to act in anger or hurt, the ending result has never, ever been a positive one. At least in my experience.
Today seemed to be a culmination of several difficult situations around me coming to a head. It is one of those weeks where I want to hide out in my house until the storm of information is over, the latest shocking revelation has died. I want to pretend that the hurtful and hateful things that are occurring are not and those I love are happy and safe. I have done well maintaining composure and even some decorum. I know, shocking. Now, however, my heart is racing and hot. My thoughts seek out revenge. Someone must be put in their place.
Showing grace is a more difficult path than dismissing someone altogether. It says I am willing to put aside my own emotions in exchange for letting God take control and trusting the battle for one of His own is His. I pray tonight that I can have peace that God's will has been done. His will is perfect and therefore should receive all of my trust. Humanity will always disappoint. My hope is in Him alone. But, God, could you ease up on the weight of the disappointments...just a little?
Thursday, June 10, 2010
After a week of feeling like my head was swirling around in a toilet, I think I am finally back on track. Not that I actually know how feels, but it seems like an apt description. My mind and body could not get wrapped around what day it was, what hour it was and what it was that I was supposed to do. I don't recall jet lag every having that effect on me, so maybe it is age.
I spent more time at pools this week than I think I have during any other time in my life. So much so that I am already a little dulled by it all. We have too many swimming options, practice options and opportunities to get wet that I am not making sound choices for the family. We must have some family time and this week it didn't happen. In fact, I am not sure I had a complete conversation with Jay all week. He never did get back on track with eastern standard time this week, often falling into bed at 8 pm and waking up at 4 am. Maybe I should have been the trooper and gotten up with him, but given how cantankerous I am in the morning, it would have been counterproductive.
Lily begins cheerleading camp this week. She is over the moon with this idea and she more than has the voice volume for it. She is the child that I am constantly telling, "Indoor voice, Lily. Use your indoor voice." Should be interesting. Swimming has not gone quite as I expected. I think the two weeks off from practice, the noise and lack of preparation for the meet on my part left her quite in a panic. At her first race, she jumped in a little late, came up for her first breath, heard all the noise and panicked. She promptly started crying and clung to the lane rope. I could do nothing but stand there and try to encourage her to keep swimming or get out. Basically, I was no help. Eventually, she swam under the lane line to the side and got out. We have at least gotten her back in the water and it appears her self-confidence is back. She can certainly swim the length of the pool, but came completely frozen when it came time to actually doing it when it counted. Could be a long summer ahead on the swim team.
I spent more time at pools this week than I think I have during any other time in my life. So much so that I am already a little dulled by it all. We have too many swimming options, practice options and opportunities to get wet that I am not making sound choices for the family. We must have some family time and this week it didn't happen. In fact, I am not sure I had a complete conversation with Jay all week. He never did get back on track with eastern standard time this week, often falling into bed at 8 pm and waking up at 4 am. Maybe I should have been the trooper and gotten up with him, but given how cantankerous I am in the morning, it would have been counterproductive.
Lily begins cheerleading camp this week. She is over the moon with this idea and she more than has the voice volume for it. She is the child that I am constantly telling, "Indoor voice, Lily. Use your indoor voice." Should be interesting. Swimming has not gone quite as I expected. I think the two weeks off from practice, the noise and lack of preparation for the meet on my part left her quite in a panic. At her first race, she jumped in a little late, came up for her first breath, heard all the noise and panicked. She promptly started crying and clung to the lane rope. I could do nothing but stand there and try to encourage her to keep swimming or get out. Basically, I was no help. Eventually, she swam under the lane line to the side and got out. We have at least gotten her back in the water and it appears her self-confidence is back. She can certainly swim the length of the pool, but came completely frozen when it came time to actually doing it when it counted. Could be a long summer ahead on the swim team.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
School ends and summer begins
We are home from our vacation which turned out to be one, if not the best, trip we have had to visit Jay's parents. Maybe it is the kids getting older, I don't know. But, the trip was easy, the weather great and I came home pretty satisfied with what we did.
It is a little strange to come home and see that summer is in full swing. School was still in when we departed. It is hard to wrap my head around our summer schedule. I have a few updates regarding the kids and will forgo writing about any more travel details for now.
Miss Lily has completed her first year of school with flying colors. Her teachers felt that Lily had a tremendous year of growth in terms of behavior and adjusting to school life. She went from asking not to go every morning to crying that it was over and she wouldn't see her friends and her teachers. At the year end assembly, Lily was given the "Loving Heart" award for her class. She was thrilled with this award as she said, "No one else got Loving Heart as their award." On her last day of school, the teacher had her sit in front of the class and her classmates were asked to make a comment about Lily. The teacher said they all talked about Lily's loveliness and sweetness.
Lily took her first standardized test this year as well. We do not have the results, yet. However, when I asked how she did, Lily announced to me, "I got them all right." I asked how she knew and she said, "I answered them all and they were right!" I love her confidence. She loves to color, do anything musical and spend time looking at books and reading.
On our trip, Lily lost her first top tooth. The tooth fairy came all the way to France to visit her in the night. Unfortunately, the tooth fairy misread some Euro coins in the dark of night which resulted in Lily receiving quite a bit more than what is normally doled out to the Dumoulin children! The other front tooth is extremely loose so I imagine it will be out within a couple of days. Sometimes it is difficult to understand what Lily is saying, so I predict no front teeth will put me in the position of translator.
She was fantastic on the plane ride on our trip. No whining, crying, or any other issues. It was so completely opposite from our last trip. Of course, that was three years ago. What a difference! She loved being with Jay's parents and despite many requests to sit beside me in the car or sit beside me at the table, she was open to whatever activities they had planned for the day. One note on the trip - a slightly bizarre one at that - Lily, age 5, had a day of, hmmm, how do I say this delicately? Well, she had a day where she stunk, literally. Body odor. I was so taken by surprise. I have no idea if this is a permanent situation or some freaky, I have had too much cheese intake, sort of thing. I can hardly get her to brush her teeth every day so I can't fathom deodorant. But, at 5 years old?!?!
Lily' favorite parts of the trip were the Efteling (European-type Disney) and kinder eggs (a hollow chocolate egg with a little toy surprise in the middle).
My Ethan turned 10 while we were on our trip. Double digits. Growing too quickly for me, of course. He finished out the year strong being identified by Duke University's TIP (Talent Identification Program). Despite this, Ethan could work on staying a bit more focused. His teacher diplomatically says, "I could deal with Ethan being a bit more present in the classroom." However, I am most content with his spiritual growth. He was walking around France reciting the verses he learned this year. He discovered his favorite verse and has claimed it for his own.
The trip to Europe was an eye-opening one for him. He was much more aware of the differences between our countries and asked countless "why?" questions. Many times I couldn't quite come up with a well-thought out answer particularly when he wondered why the teenage girls in France wore only speedos to the lake and not tops. Yikes! His favorite parts of the trip were his trip to the Efteling (a sort of European Disney) and the Romange '14-'18, a museum in which everything in it was found within a 3 km distance from the museum, all from WWI and recreated to look like battlefields and bunkers along with many interesting tidbits about life during the war.
Despite growing up, I still get requests for some snuggle time and time alone with mom. However, I am not allowed to show him any public displays of affection beyond a nice little side hug. Ethan loves to play his DSi, build with Legos and of course, swim. He is always more interested in hanging out with his friends and is starting to find his little sisters somewhat of a pain if they follow him around or copy him in any way. Many times this is the source of their arguing and fighting which at times escalates to WWIII levels. It should also be noted that his interest in the opposite sex is beginning to grow. This should be interesting.
His heart still leans toward servanthood, but I am beginning seeing a bit more resistance lately than I have in the past. In the personal section of his North Carolina notebook, Ethan wrote that he hopes to be a pastor when he grows up. I don't know that this will materialize, but I do know that he has a heart of mercy that Jay and I do not. He is compassionate and sensitive to others' feelings which are essential to that line of work. Who knows?!?
Ethan is quite excited about swimming this summer. The unknown and anxiety of the swim team is long over, replaced by competency and confidence. Our first day at the pool yesterday yielded quite a bit of self-assurance as he reconnected with old pool pals and found a comfortable place.
Sadie is still very much Sadie. She finished the school year very strong academically and received the Leadership award. She also received the National Fitness Award for achieving certain physical standards for her age. Still quite my challenging child, I see much progress being made in her ability to self-control. I am understanding that much has to do with the excitement level of the situation and how much preparation I have given her before the event or circumstance she is going to have to deal with. However, I also know that this is Sadie and as much as we practice and teach, she will always have to deal with her highly impulsive nature.
I have had second thoughts regarding homeschooling her. I don't know why, but I am sure that it is normal to go through these cycles. The school made it clear they will not be able to offer Sadie any additional work, academically. After seeing her tests scores, Jay and I know another year languishing around is not good mentally, and certainly not behaviorally. Some of our school books for next year have been purchased and we are waiting for a call from the store to let us know when the next ones have arrived.
Sadie makes friends very easily and finds it natural to talk to kids, teenagers and adults with ease. She loves to draw, play outside and swim. She is very determined and has an incredible ability to learn visually, picking up details and clues most miss. She is eerily similar to Jay in that she dreams and imagines these great scenarios along with solutions..and then actually executes them.
She loves, loves, loves animals and is currently going through an obsession with birds. She combs through books identifying the birds outside and wants desperately to catch one to "observe" it. I completely envision her house filled with animals when she is an adult.
She also loved the trip to Europe. She cried the night before we had to leave. There is so much about Jay's parents place in France that fits her perfectly. So much area to explore, many places to walk and fill her senses to the brim. She nearly caught a duckling at the lake on our last day. Thank goodness she didn't as she honestly thought she would be able to bring the duck home to the U.S. to raise!!! Her favorite part about the trip was having hot tea with Oma every day.
Overall, the trip served as a fantastic bonding time between Jay's parents and the kids. Slightly overindulgent, i.e. three ice creams and chips for dinner on the last night, Oma (grandmother) was exactly what I expected for a grandmother who deeply loves her grandchildren and wants to makes up for lost time. The house in France, in particular, is filled to the top with pictures of the kids on every wall. The kids love her and Opa just as deeply and it warmed my heart to see that even though they may only see each other once a year or even less, they do have a close relationship.
Now, let the summer officially begin!
It is a little strange to come home and see that summer is in full swing. School was still in when we departed. It is hard to wrap my head around our summer schedule. I have a few updates regarding the kids and will forgo writing about any more travel details for now.
Miss Lily has completed her first year of school with flying colors. Her teachers felt that Lily had a tremendous year of growth in terms of behavior and adjusting to school life. She went from asking not to go every morning to crying that it was over and she wouldn't see her friends and her teachers. At the year end assembly, Lily was given the "Loving Heart" award for her class. She was thrilled with this award as she said, "No one else got Loving Heart as their award." On her last day of school, the teacher had her sit in front of the class and her classmates were asked to make a comment about Lily. The teacher said they all talked about Lily's loveliness and sweetness.
Lily took her first standardized test this year as well. We do not have the results, yet. However, when I asked how she did, Lily announced to me, "I got them all right." I asked how she knew and she said, "I answered them all and they were right!" I love her confidence. She loves to color, do anything musical and spend time looking at books and reading.
On our trip, Lily lost her first top tooth. The tooth fairy came all the way to France to visit her in the night. Unfortunately, the tooth fairy misread some Euro coins in the dark of night which resulted in Lily receiving quite a bit more than what is normally doled out to the Dumoulin children! The other front tooth is extremely loose so I imagine it will be out within a couple of days. Sometimes it is difficult to understand what Lily is saying, so I predict no front teeth will put me in the position of translator.
She was fantastic on the plane ride on our trip. No whining, crying, or any other issues. It was so completely opposite from our last trip. Of course, that was three years ago. What a difference! She loved being with Jay's parents and despite many requests to sit beside me in the car or sit beside me at the table, she was open to whatever activities they had planned for the day. One note on the trip - a slightly bizarre one at that - Lily, age 5, had a day of, hmmm, how do I say this delicately? Well, she had a day where she stunk, literally. Body odor. I was so taken by surprise. I have no idea if this is a permanent situation or some freaky, I have had too much cheese intake, sort of thing. I can hardly get her to brush her teeth every day so I can't fathom deodorant. But, at 5 years old?!?!
Lily' favorite parts of the trip were the Efteling (European-type Disney) and kinder eggs (a hollow chocolate egg with a little toy surprise in the middle).
My Ethan turned 10 while we were on our trip. Double digits. Growing too quickly for me, of course. He finished out the year strong being identified by Duke University's TIP (Talent Identification Program). Despite this, Ethan could work on staying a bit more focused. His teacher diplomatically says, "I could deal with Ethan being a bit more present in the classroom." However, I am most content with his spiritual growth. He was walking around France reciting the verses he learned this year. He discovered his favorite verse and has claimed it for his own.
The trip to Europe was an eye-opening one for him. He was much more aware of the differences between our countries and asked countless "why?" questions. Many times I couldn't quite come up with a well-thought out answer particularly when he wondered why the teenage girls in France wore only speedos to the lake and not tops. Yikes! His favorite parts of the trip were his trip to the Efteling (a sort of European Disney) and the Romange '14-'18, a museum in which everything in it was found within a 3 km distance from the museum, all from WWI and recreated to look like battlefields and bunkers along with many interesting tidbits about life during the war.
Despite growing up, I still get requests for some snuggle time and time alone with mom. However, I am not allowed to show him any public displays of affection beyond a nice little side hug. Ethan loves to play his DSi, build with Legos and of course, swim. He is always more interested in hanging out with his friends and is starting to find his little sisters somewhat of a pain if they follow him around or copy him in any way. Many times this is the source of their arguing and fighting which at times escalates to WWIII levels. It should also be noted that his interest in the opposite sex is beginning to grow. This should be interesting.
His heart still leans toward servanthood, but I am beginning seeing a bit more resistance lately than I have in the past. In the personal section of his North Carolina notebook, Ethan wrote that he hopes to be a pastor when he grows up. I don't know that this will materialize, but I do know that he has a heart of mercy that Jay and I do not. He is compassionate and sensitive to others' feelings which are essential to that line of work. Who knows?!?
Ethan is quite excited about swimming this summer. The unknown and anxiety of the swim team is long over, replaced by competency and confidence. Our first day at the pool yesterday yielded quite a bit of self-assurance as he reconnected with old pool pals and found a comfortable place.
Sadie is still very much Sadie. She finished the school year very strong academically and received the Leadership award. She also received the National Fitness Award for achieving certain physical standards for her age. Still quite my challenging child, I see much progress being made in her ability to self-control. I am understanding that much has to do with the excitement level of the situation and how much preparation I have given her before the event or circumstance she is going to have to deal with. However, I also know that this is Sadie and as much as we practice and teach, she will always have to deal with her highly impulsive nature.
I have had second thoughts regarding homeschooling her. I don't know why, but I am sure that it is normal to go through these cycles. The school made it clear they will not be able to offer Sadie any additional work, academically. After seeing her tests scores, Jay and I know another year languishing around is not good mentally, and certainly not behaviorally. Some of our school books for next year have been purchased and we are waiting for a call from the store to let us know when the next ones have arrived.
Sadie makes friends very easily and finds it natural to talk to kids, teenagers and adults with ease. She loves to draw, play outside and swim. She is very determined and has an incredible ability to learn visually, picking up details and clues most miss. She is eerily similar to Jay in that she dreams and imagines these great scenarios along with solutions..and then actually executes them.
She loves, loves, loves animals and is currently going through an obsession with birds. She combs through books identifying the birds outside and wants desperately to catch one to "observe" it. I completely envision her house filled with animals when she is an adult.
She also loved the trip to Europe. She cried the night before we had to leave. There is so much about Jay's parents place in France that fits her perfectly. So much area to explore, many places to walk and fill her senses to the brim. She nearly caught a duckling at the lake on our last day. Thank goodness she didn't as she honestly thought she would be able to bring the duck home to the U.S. to raise!!! Her favorite part about the trip was having hot tea with Oma every day.
Overall, the trip served as a fantastic bonding time between Jay's parents and the kids. Slightly overindulgent, i.e. three ice creams and chips for dinner on the last night, Oma (grandmother) was exactly what I expected for a grandmother who deeply loves her grandchildren and wants to makes up for lost time. The house in France, in particular, is filled to the top with pictures of the kids on every wall. The kids love her and Opa just as deeply and it warmed my heart to see that even though they may only see each other once a year or even less, they do have a close relationship.
Now, let the summer officially begin!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Europe Day 4
Sunday, a day of rest in the Netherlands. Funny, it is the country that does not go to church that saves this day for relxation. But with all things that `modernize´ a couple stores are now open on Sundays.
We discovered that the Albert Heijn, a supermarket, was open. We jumped at the chance to stock up on all the food items we miss in the U.S. In fact, we more than made up for the 3 years we haven´t been here. Chocolate, chocolate sprinkles, chocolate spread, various spices, mixes, cheese, biscuits, cheese, beer, etc. Three heaping bags full. Just hope it fits into our suitcase! Nancy enjoyed browsing with us, purchasing a few Dutch items and some Special K cereal. One note, it seems there are many more American brands of food in the store this time around. We bought tacos and burritos to fix Mexican for the family for dinner.
We came back to the house and the kids arrived. I should note that during this trip, the kids have stayed in an apartment/type place of the Dumoulins. They are staying there with Jay´s mother, Oma. Not only does this provide me with a vacation, but it gives her time with them alone. They call the place the Play House. The kids have never been happier, in my opinion. I don´t know if they are just jacked up on sugar or if this is what happens when kids get whatever they want! We are calling it Oma Crack. Anyway, they arrived, thrilled with their day´s adventures which included a fesitval in a park, pancakes made by their great uncle, Jan, and a visit to their great/great aunt Riet. Oma also bought them a new Dsi game a piece. Thrilled they were. Thrilled.
Later in the day, word came back that the shops in town were open in conjunction with a gypsy festival going on. My original plan was to shop on Monday, but given the opportunity, I grabbed Jay´s mom and Nancy and away we went. It wasn´t long before I realized that we were limited on time and we needed to separate in order to achieve our goals. So, off I went and off Riet and Nancy went. I closed the shops down at 5 and headed back to the house. Fashion / wise, I can say I hope a few trends do not make it to America, but for the most part, it all seemed in line with what I have seen at home. Note to self...start shopping for flat, tall boots for the fall.
After dinner Jay drove Jimmy and Nancy around Tilburg, showing the houses he lived in in his early years, the schools he went to, etc. We then stopped and had coffee with his uncle and aunt. His aunt has the most beautiful garden I have ever seen. What a lot of work! But beautiful.
Back home and now to bed. Tomorrow is our last day in the Netherlands.
We discovered that the Albert Heijn, a supermarket, was open. We jumped at the chance to stock up on all the food items we miss in the U.S. In fact, we more than made up for the 3 years we haven´t been here. Chocolate, chocolate sprinkles, chocolate spread, various spices, mixes, cheese, biscuits, cheese, beer, etc. Three heaping bags full. Just hope it fits into our suitcase! Nancy enjoyed browsing with us, purchasing a few Dutch items and some Special K cereal. One note, it seems there are many more American brands of food in the store this time around. We bought tacos and burritos to fix Mexican for the family for dinner.
We came back to the house and the kids arrived. I should note that during this trip, the kids have stayed in an apartment/type place of the Dumoulins. They are staying there with Jay´s mother, Oma. Not only does this provide me with a vacation, but it gives her time with them alone. They call the place the Play House. The kids have never been happier, in my opinion. I don´t know if they are just jacked up on sugar or if this is what happens when kids get whatever they want! We are calling it Oma Crack. Anyway, they arrived, thrilled with their day´s adventures which included a fesitval in a park, pancakes made by their great uncle, Jan, and a visit to their great/great aunt Riet. Oma also bought them a new Dsi game a piece. Thrilled they were. Thrilled.
Later in the day, word came back that the shops in town were open in conjunction with a gypsy festival going on. My original plan was to shop on Monday, but given the opportunity, I grabbed Jay´s mom and Nancy and away we went. It wasn´t long before I realized that we were limited on time and we needed to separate in order to achieve our goals. So, off I went and off Riet and Nancy went. I closed the shops down at 5 and headed back to the house. Fashion / wise, I can say I hope a few trends do not make it to America, but for the most part, it all seemed in line with what I have seen at home. Note to self...start shopping for flat, tall boots for the fall.
After dinner Jay drove Jimmy and Nancy around Tilburg, showing the houses he lived in in his early years, the schools he went to, etc. We then stopped and had coffee with his uncle and aunt. His aunt has the most beautiful garden I have ever seen. What a lot of work! But beautiful.
Back home and now to bed. Tomorrow is our last day in the Netherlands.
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