Friday, July 31, 2009
:: room for the kids to have all of their toys out at once, and yet I never have to see them
:: my fabulous camera - it was worth every penny (and especially the warranty)
:: the dear friends we have already made here - thank you for taking us ice blocking, and bringing us goodies, and just including us
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Back to the story - so I dreamed about this towel. I have had this pink towel sitting in my sewing closet for at least a year and a half waiting to be made into a little hoodie bath towel for Anna. In my dream this lovely pink towel had a lovely little crown appliqued smack in the middle. I thought about it here and there throughout the day (there was not much time to think of such things as we were racing around to sign house papers and dashing to other appointments). When Sean set off for Mutual and basketball, I set off for my sewing room. And . . .
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
identifying questions and give accurate answers, although she needs help knowing which people she has eliminated on her board.
loudy". Her favorite song at the moment is: "I Don't Want to Get Off the Table". Like I said, she is extremely entertaining.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Everyone is rolling their eyes about now. But your new house is so big. But your new yard is so huge. But your new schools are so good. Blah, blah, blah.
Yesterday morning I woke up and all I wanted to do in the world was go to Beavercreek Ward, and walk into my Primary room and see my beautiful Primary children. I want to listen to them sing, and hear them give talks, and see their little scriptures raised up so high in the air to show that they brought them. I miss Sharing Time and Singing Time and early morning meetings. I miss the women I worked with. I miss the sun filtering through the curtains in that beautiful new room. I miss my friends, my nieghbors, my Visiting Teaching sisters. I miss seeing my brother's family every week. I miss my ward!
Not a week goes by that I do not want to pack this big house all up and go home. In 48 hours that becomes so much more impossible than it was two months ago (and it was pretty much impossible then). I don't want to bide my time here, just waiting to move back. I want to make the most of my time here, because who knows how long it will be. But my heart is still home. And right now it is very hard to say goodbye to my home.
Friday, July 24, 2009
This summer has been so crazy. And now that things have slowed down just a touch, I just want to sit somewhere and catch my breath. I have so many great projects and things to do; things that are all ready for me to just walk over a pick up a paint brush, or hammer in a nail, and I haven't done it. I must not have caught my breath yet. I hope I do soon.
Monday, July 20, 2009
:: air conditioning
:: a family of full, satisfied bellies from my yummy cooking
:: dry floors (oh, the minor floods we've had!)
niece's birthday present
:: and the prospect of sitting up late, folding laundry with my love, while watching classic 80's television online (absolutely loving Simon & Simon)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Please double click on this image so that you can see it in all of its mouth-watering glory. These are all goodies in my garden right this very second. Baby grapes are growing on a vine which is threatening to overtake my patio. We are eating blueberries like crazy around here, and under-ripe apples (the kids - not me). I am not sure what the fascination is with bitter, hard apples, but the kids can't seem to get enough of them. My father-in-law was very concerned about me thinning the apple tree this year so that the remaining fruit will mature to a large size. Needless to say I did not bother thinning the tree, since I knew (after having three apple trees at our old house) that the kids would gladly do the work for me.
The flowers are a particular joy to me, since I planted them all (excluding the purple hydrangea). The ranunculus were planted this spring from a bag of corms (though, I do not care for the color selection). The roses and echinacea were all planted several years ago in a small rose border at the back of the house. "What?", I hear you say, "I thought you said you planted all the flowers in this picture." I did. Several years ago, Sean and I house-sat while my in-laws went out of town for a week. We decided to put in a small flower border while we were there as a surprise. Now, I get to enjoy beautiful blossoms I planted long ago, never expecting to call them my own.
How can one not be satisfied by all that good, gorgeous stuff?
Swimming lessons began on Tuesday for Erik and Anna (Djeryd said: "No, thanks," which is a good thing because he is at Cub Day Camp this week and does not get home until swimming lessons are almost over). Erik was fine and knew exactly what to do (this is his third year). Anna, however, was worth a story. The forty-five minutes (start to finish) proceeded as follows:
:: Anna is excited to walk across the field to swimming lessons. She dons flip-flops and wraps her pink towel around herself.
:: We arrive at the pool and she freezes, stiff as a board.
:: I gently walk her over to her instructor, with much more stiffness from her.
:: Her instructor offers to hold her. This works.
:: Anna begans screaming "I don't like it!!!!" once the instructor has her stand by herself in the water and hold onto the wall of the pool.
:: Anna continues to scream.
:: I began to sweat. What should I do?
:: The instructor picks her up again and does bobs with her and bubble blowing.
:: Anna starts to cry whenever her head nears the surface of the water, but then stops the second the instructor shoots up.
:: Once Anna is consistantly giggling, the instructor puts her back on the wall with the other children.
:: The screaming re-ensues.
:: The sweating re-ensues.
:: I collect her from the pool.
:: We sit on the bleachers and wait for Erik to finish.
:: The last five minutes, all of the kids start to dive, including Anna's class.
:: This is Anna's favorite thing about the water: jumping in it.
:: Anna decides she wants to jump in with the other kids, but classes are now dismissed.
:: No problem, Anna's instructor lets her jump in after all of the other kids are gone, and before the next class starts.
:: They bond with a high-five.
:: Anna gets out of the water, walks over to me, and then refuses to put her flip-flops on for the walk home.
:: She wants "mermaid hair" (wet). She wants to go back in the pool and soak her head.
:: After a brief struggle, involving a lot of screaming on her end (and, of course, staring parents), I simply pick her up and carry her home.
:: She screams her head off the ENTIRE walk home because she wants wet hair.
Does anybody want to cover swimming lessons on Thursday?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
We all wandered upstairs at bedtime, and my boys' messy room has never been such a beautiful sight to behold. I looked around the room, and it was filled with my favorite people, all together, in one space. Sean was reading scriptures and asking lots of gospel questions; Anna was snuggling with her bear inside Djeryd's airplane; Erik was busy pretending the RC ATV had batteries; Djeryd was spelling scripture names/words (Alma, Roman, Jews); I was taking pictures.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wishing you all a happy and safe Fourth (and a happy and safe next couple of weeks). ;>