May 23, 2011

Can I have this dance?

My last 3 second grade dances have been for my boys.

This time it was my girl.

A whole different story entirely.

From the minute they picked partners, it was all about the 2nd grade dance. I heard all of the details. I saw all of the moves. I had the songs memorized. Alyssa was in her glory. Dancing, singing and holding hands with boys.

Could there be anything better?

I don't think so.



This is not a great picture, but I did capture the actual holding of the hands.




Thriller.

(Michael Jackson would have been proud)


I am not even going to think about the fact that they were writhing around on the cafeteria floor.


Nope, not gonna think about it.





At one point the dancers were asked to go get people from the audience to participate in the "funky chicken dance"


Luckily Alyssa picked Ashlyn and Carson.

(I actually would have really liked to see Trev doing the funky chicken)


It was a glorious performance.

From a glorious girl.

And if she's anything like me she will never forget those hands, the first hands she ever held for an elementary school dance (my partner's were rough and scratchy, my guess is he had eczema. Can't remember his name or face, but I will never forget his hands.)

That's my girl.
A performer, a dancer, and now a hand holder.

May 16, 2011

only 17

Kara was not really looking forward to her 17th birthday. According to her, there is nothing really special about turning 17, nothing to look forward to. And really nothing could compare to last years sweet 16 celebration. It didn't help that her birthday fell on a Monday. It didn't help that her dad was out of town. And it really didn't help that she was swamped with school assignments. Yep, it really was just an ordinary birthday.



But there is nothing that is ordinary about this girl.


Ordinary: Going to Thanksgiving Point Gardens for a short walk with two sisters and one brother. (It was kind of the only fun thing we could fit into the day)

Extraordinary: The example, friend, mentor, teacher, advisor, fashion consultant and all around best big sister in the world she is to her younger siblings. She is amazing to watch.







Ordinary: That what was supposed to be a beautiful Spring day, turned cold and rainy.

Extraordinary: This girls sense of adventure and the attitude and spirit she brings to every situation. She is a glass half full kind of girl and there isn't much that can get her down. She is positive through and through.




Ordinary: The fact that Kara had a 5 page research paper on Al Qaeda to do and multiple other assignments on her birthday.



Extraordinary: The GPA this girl has maintained amidst all of her extracurricular activities and an ACT score that any parent would be proud of.







Ordinary: The gifts she received. Nothing spectacular. (Although we are all very excited about the cake pops she will soon be making us.)




Extraordinary: That she requested highlighters for her scriptures and a John Byetheway CD as her gifts. Also, the gifts this girl gives to everyone she serves. She serves daily. She serves with a smile. She serves unconditionally.





Ordinary: Yep, turning 17, on a rainy Monday.





Extraordinary: Kara, her talents, her spirit, her smile, her life.



Happy Birthday to one extraordinary 17 year old!



We love you Kara!

May 13, 2011

El libro

My daughter just finished reading the entire Book of Mormon. She has read it before, but never like this. This is how I would often find her after school.


She would sometimes read for 1-2 hours a day. I had to remind her she had homework, chores and responsibilities other than reading her scriptures. She reminded me that there was nothing more important than what she was doing. I sometimes had to threaten her with punishment because she was reading her scriptures too much. (Never thought I would have that parenting problem!) She read. She highlighted. She cross referenced. She discussed for hours her thoughts and insights with her friend Silas, who was also reading the Book of Mormon ....


.....in SPANISH!
Yes, she read the whole El Libro de Mormon in Spanish. It was a great accomplishment for her and a very spiritual experience.
I am proud of her.
I am in awe of her.
I can't wait to see what she does next.

May 11, 2011

lunchlady

One of the absolute highlights of kindergarten is the end of the year visit to the cafeteria. The purpose of this highly anticipated day is to prepare these little 6 year olds for what they will be facing every day for the rest of their elementary lives.....LUNCH at school! Ethan was so excited he could hardly stand it. He ran up to his room before school, emptied out his wallet, and came running downstairs with a crumpled dollar bill and 2 quarters tight in his fist. Really, I was going to pay for his first lunch, but he insisted.


His excitement was palpable.


One of the perks of having an "A" last name is always being first in line. Ethan had the best view of the lunch lady as she was explaining what a "spork" was.
He was fascinated.


He carefully chose his fruit cup.


And then zipped down the counter with his turkey sandwich. (It was supposed to be a chicken patty sandwich, but apparently they ran out of chicken patties, so they slapped a piece of lunch meat on the bun and called it good.)


He didn't seem to mind a bit.


He was delighted with his chocolate milk and cookie.


And then he began to eat.



He was so proud and it was about the cutest thing ever to watch him and his little classmates eat all alone in that big ole cafeteria.



Ethan didn't really have time to chat with all the others because he was too busy eating. He ate every last thing on that Styrofoam plate.


And I'm glad he enjoyed it so much, because I know it won't last. By the end of next year he will have discovered the green hot dogs and the hairy chicken (at least that's what we had at my elementary school) and he will be brown bagging it most of the time, like the rest of my kids. But for today it was a feast.


Get those sporks ready Mrs. Lunch lady, Ethan is in the house!

The builder

I love having a boy who can build things.

Tyler has always been good at putting things together, about figuring things out, about making pieces fit, about reading and following directions, about creating.

He's just good at it.

This came in very handy to me this spring when I did the unexpected and bought myself a trampoline. Trevor was nowhere to be found and the kids were practically more excited than Christmas morning, so my Tyler took it upon himself and went to work.



He read and followed directions.


He put things together.



He made pieces fit.




He figured it out.



And once again he created something.

Something that has brought endless joy to my energetic bunch.


When I bought the tramp, the guys at the store said it would take at least two really strong men to put it together.

They were wrong.

It just took one Tyler!



May 9, 2011

the eagle has landed

It takes a long time to earn your eagle.



It takes almost as long to do a post about it.




Tyler earned his Eagle Scout award on Veterans Day.



November 11 , 2010.



Six weeks later his award arrived.



Fourteen weeks later we honored him at his Court of Honor.



Twenty six weeks later his mother is finally documenting this momentous occasion.





I am so proud of this kid. He worked hard. Really hard.



His project was making 15 solar ovens for poor villages in Uganda. According to his research these ovens will be lifesaving, literally, for hundreds of women in these remote villages.
He worked through the Ssejinja Foundation to get the ovens to Africa.




Here we are holding our award.



It truly does take a village to raise an Eagle, but that village has to have one really supportive, nagging, relentless mom.



Oh, okay, I guess he deserves a little credit.



Just a little.


My favorite scout quote:


"Why do scouts wear neckerchiefs?"


"To hide their mother's hand prints."




The mighty Eagles nest.





Tyler receiving the Eagle charge, promising to live the scout oath, and pledging to continue to do good for the rest of his life.



Is there anything better?




My son, my Eagle Scout, reporting on his project and thanking family and friends for their love, time and support.


I am grateful for Tyler and for this journey we have taken together.



We have both learned and grown so much.



I am grateful for this Eagle Scout. For his hard work. For never giving up. For his choices. For the good he is doing.



For being a Scout.



I am grateful to him for being the best example to those who look up to him so much and who are still on the trail.



The trail to Eagle, that for Tyler, is now complete.



Congratulations Tyler!
























May 7, 2011

A simply simple gift

Last day of school teacher gift.



It is so easy, I think most people like lemonade, and it isn't a ceramic apple that gets thrown in a box with all of the other apple paraphernalia that teachers get.



To me it also screams, "let the summer begin!"



I have also given it as a thank you to church teachers that have been released, visiting teachers and teachees, new neighbors and friends.



My note will say something like "thanks for a 'simply' wonderful year."






It's cheap and simple.



Kind of like me.



Maybe that's why I use it so much.

May 5, 2011

I looked out the window...




...and what did I see?

Popcorn popping on the apricot tree.


FINALLY!!


We're just a little bit excited around here!


Just a little.


Welcome Spring.


Please stay.



Please!










May 3, 2011

thoughts

*It has been a long time. We were gone for 10 days over Spring break. We had General Conference and Easter. I was crazy busy before and am still crazy busy after. But my thoughts and the glimpses into my children's lives must be documented, so here they are in all their glory.

*Speaking of being gone. My kids thought it was so cool to say that they weren't going to be at church for the whole month. I don't know what is so cool about that, but they enjoyed saying it. The reality was that we didn't attend our ward for one month, due to General and Stake Conference and 2 Sundays attending church in California where we were vacationing. But that isn't as cool as to say as we're not going to church for one whole month. All I have to say is that it was so good to go to church this week in our home ward. That's just what it is...home. And I had missed them. The church is true everywhere, but I sure missed my ward family.

*As Brandon and Trevor were driving to his early morning soccer game on the Saturday before Easter they witnessed something that I would have really liked to see. They drove by a retirement home where they saw eggs strewn all over the lawn and the eager residents all lined up ready for the big hunt. They chuckled as they saw the line of wheelchairs and walkers and cute old people all wearing bunny hats. They were in a hurry but told me they really wanted to linger and watch when the "GO" was given and all of the wheelchairs, walkers and canes set out to claim their eggs. They wondered what was in the eggs. They wondered if there would be any scuffles. They wondered and they smiled, as did I when they told me the story. Someday that will be Trevor and I. And I will be rearing to go. I'm sure at that age I will still do anything for chocolate, even if it means tripping someone with my walker so I can get to that egg!

*Is there ever a dull moment at the local Wal-mart? I mean I have barely recovered from the jalapeno fire. A couple of weeks ago I was shopping away when the overhead speaker came on and announced that there was a lost dog in the pet department and would the owner please return to pick it up. Apparently there was no owner because they had several follow up announcements still referring to this lost dog wandering around Wal-mart. I tried to ignore the fact that there was an animal roaming the same aisles that I was shopping in. Had he licked anything? Or worse...you know... in any of the aisles? I finished my shop and as I was headed out to my car, I passed 2 police officers who had in their possession the culprit. I overheard part of their conversation as I walked by. Something about the dog and dehydration and several bowls of water. Did he just wander in? Why was he dehydrated? What would happen to him? I wanted to stop and chat, but that would just be awkward. I hope Rover is OK and I can't wait to see what awaits me next week at Wal-mart.

*Bryson's teacher got married over Spring Break. It was the cutest thing ever when he came home with the invitation. It was addressed soley to him. It said "Mr." on the front of the invite and his shy smile when he showed it to me indicated how pleased he was to receive it. He was so sad to miss the reception that he had been invited to, but the Pinewood Derby trumped the reception that night. We did send a little gift after the break. It was 3 jars of Knotts Berry Jam with a little note from Bryson that said "I hope your marriage is 'jam' packed with good things!" The whole thing was just sweet. And now he is getting used to calling his teacher by a new name and that cute invitation to a little 4th grade Mr. is in his memory box, so we can both enjoy it for a long time.

*My boys have a new game. It is called "Say Hi to your Real Dad." They think it is so funny to find a weird looking person who is walking on the street or driving by and saying, "Hey, Tyler, say hi to your real dad!" This game reached it's height in California where they had a whole new level of real dads to choose from as we drove through downtown L.A. and other areas. They found some real winners and they laughed and laughed as they pointed each one out and attached them to different siblings. I don't know how I feel about this game, since every real dad needs a real partner. Enough said.

*Brandon won $20 from the orthodontist just before we left on our trip. He correctly guessed how many gold coins were in the jar. He was thrilled with his win. It wasn't quite the DS his brother won, but it was still pretty good to earn some spending money for the trip. I'm glad they do these little contests at our orthodontist. And I'm glad my kids have won some of them. I guess your chances increase quite a bit when you have 4 kids who are patients and who are there very frequently. Yep, the odds are in our favor.

*Ashlyn was in the room when I was getting ready one morning. She was being pretty chatty. We were in my closet and she pointed to something and said, "Whats that?" I said, "It's a bra." She gasped, covered her mouth and whispered, "Mom! That's potty talk!" Now, I am not sure who told her it was potty talk, I guess I could see why they might think that, which leads me to believe it was probably one of the boys. And I don't know why Ashlyn and any one of her brothers would be having a conversation about bras. I told her it wasn't actually potty talk and left it at that. And I'll be listening to see if that potty word springs up in any conversations around here.

*Kara had a big party here the other night. At any given time there were about 30-40 kids in our basement. My little kids love when all of the big kids come over and I will let them go downstairs every once in a while to check things out. The highlights of this party, for them, were when Tyler and his friend snuck down a bowl of wasabi peas and put them on the snack table. They cracked up when anyone ate one (they are so nasty by the way!) and they saw the look of pure disgust on their faces. Also, another highlight was when Ashlyn put on the big shaggy dog costume and went downstairs on all fours. It actually looks like a real dog and it kind of freaked some of the kids out until they realized it was just a 4 year old crashing the party. Good times for my little ones, good times.

*Big brothers are great. The other day Ashlyn was playing on my exercise mat. She was jumping around and holding my hand weights. Tyler walked by and thought it would be funny to see what would happen if he pulled out the mat from under her. The resulting goose egg on her forehead from plunging face first into those hand weights wasn't funny. Not funny at all.

*Speaking of big brothers, Alyssa'a dance teacher is having her first baby. I guess she told her class that she wanted a boy first and then a girl because the boy would be the big brother and protect his sister and that every girl should have a big brother. Alyssa came home a little confused. Big brothers to her aren't always nice and protective. She feels she needs to set the teacher straight and tell her it would be better to have a girl first. I told her to give her brothers time and that hopefully their protective and nice instincts will come out before high school. Hopefully.

*Ashlyn calls Trevor da da. Occasionally she will say daddy, and sometimes dad, but mostly it is da da and I love it. I hope she calls him da da for a long time, because she is always going to be me and her da da's baby.

*The one drawback to checking out 40 books from the library is that when you forget for the first time ever to put the due date in your planner then you end up with a $25 overdue fine. I am not happy about it and it has never happened before. I told Trevor about it and he just smiled and said that the Libraries are struggling financially, and to just consider it a donation. Leave it to him to always find the bright side of the situation, especially when it comes to libraries.

*It is CORE testing at the elementary school this week. I love this week. Why? Because they send home a note telling the parents and children that it is very important to get a good night's sleep and eat a healthy breakfast each day so they can perform well on the tests. I don't pay much attention to the healthy breakfast part, but you can bet I read out loud the going to bed early part. Last night they were all in bed by 8:30. It was heaven. I'm going to milk this one for all it's worth, baby!

*Kara is downstairs right now putting a Jedi-braid in a boy's hair. I had no idea she had this talent and I had no idea why he wanted it done. So I asked. It turns out tomorrow is May the fourth. There will apparently be a Star Wars feel at the school tomorrow. Jedi braids and light sabers will be present. Still don't get it? Neither did I, until this cute boy said "May the fourth be with you!"

Until next week, May the fourth be a good one!