Saturday, May 30, 2009
What good memories do you have from your childhood.
Me? My dad taking my sister and I to a store on the toboggan after a major snow storm shut down the city (recently I discovered that he took us to the liquor store because my mom needed a break - from us - since we were causing her to go nuts with us stuck in the house).
My dad promising to catch me if I would only jump off the swing at my cousins house. I was too scared and wouldn't do it, until a few minutes later, only I hadn't told my dad. And he didn't catch me. It hurt. I got the wind knocked out of me for the first time.
Then they put me in the car to leave, closed the doors, and went inside to get my sister. Then their 2 huge huskies were jumping up at the windows barking. I was terrified.
When I was 4 or 5 I was playing in the grassy area across the parking lot from our apartment. There was a girl there flying a kite. She asked me if I would hold it for her while she went for lunch. Would I?! Yes!!!! That was so awesome......but she never came back. And my parents watched me out the window for 1 HOUR before rescuing me!
My mom and dad used to be caretakers in an apartment building. It was so cool to go with my mom while she did things like clean the windows. Once when I was with her I saw this giant Easter Bunny under the stairs (an adult man in a bunny suit). When he saw me he put his finger up to his mouth in sort of a shhhh don't tell anyone sign. I kept his secret. My mom still has no idea about this one - a little fishy don't ya think?
My dad and I made a ladybug cake for our girl scout bake auction. It was by far the coolest cake - and my dad bid so much money for it because I was a bit distraught that we would have to give it up.
My parents would give us each a quarter and let us walk to the DQ alone when we were young. It was next to the apartment complex. One day, the nice owner sent us back home with a note (actually it was a bill). We never had enough for the tax but she always gave us our ice cream and kept tabs.
And....I was swimming in the outdoor pool with my mom when I was maybe 6 or 7. I told her I needed to go back to the apartment to get something. While there the phone rang. It was someone from Disneyland. They promised me that all my family had to do was go out to CA and they would put us on the Mickey Mouse Club show. I ran back to the pool so excited. But I didn't know why my mom and the other adults just smiled. That was quite the trick!
I was about 5 years old and decided I was big enough to visit a friend in the other wing of the apartment complex all by myself. My mom walked me to the internal entrance of the other wing and let me go while she went with my sister somewhere else in the complex. My friend wasn't home! I ran all the way back to my apartment (it was common to leave it unlocked back then) and jumped in bed and hid under the covers crying (did I mention it was storming, loudly). My mom came back and cuddled me and told me it was just God and his angels bowling. And, the really loud thunder? That was God getting a strike! I still think of that when I hear a storm today.
I remember bowling in the hallway with the neighbor John John (did I mention his mom was the manager, my folks were the caretakers? Do you think other kids would have gotten away with this?)
Trick or treating in the nice warm apartment building and filling a pillow case with candy, going back to empty it, and going again. And, since my parents were caretakers - they had the keys to the other building as well!
Lastly, 'cause I'd better quit soon....I remember playing with a wagon, my sister, and my friend John John (yeah - they really called him that - to distinguish him from his dad John). Anyway, we lived in apartments on a 45 mph busy road and it had grassy hills along the busy road. We took turns driving the wagon down the hills, giving my younger sister rides. She insisted she could do it alone. Finally we let her try. She went right into the busy road and thank God the cars came to a screeching halt. John John and I grabbed her and the wagon - and never told our parents.
I could go on and on, but the point is...it isn't the major events from my childhood that I often think back on. It's the small things, it's the relationship things. So, the next time my 4 year old wants to have a tea party (we do it for lunch 1X/wk) maybe we'll invite her dolls and dress up or something! This really is the only childhood our children will have...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
3 different kids (at 3 different times) all walked in and said,"Oooh, why is it green?! That's weird!, Ick!"...... I could go on, but I think you get the picture.
I really didn't know it would matter,I really didn't think anyone would care. But, maybe now no one will use it as bubble bath......... maybe I'm onto something here.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
My small successes this week?
1. Cleaned both bathrooms and washed the floors too.
2. Scrubbed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees.
3. Cut up a watermelon (not normally lack of skill - normally lack of time)
4. Entered 2 weeks worth of receipts into Quicken.
5. Washed and hung (before they wrinkled) about 12 shirts.
6. Let the kids play in the water (and create more laundry) twice!
7. Allowed, and drove, my younger girls to go play at someone else's house just before dinner time (one day) and nap time (the other day).
These are actually big successes for me. In a normal week I might be struggling to get even one of those things done. This is weird. But that's OK. I just won't set myself up for failure next week by expecting to get as much done.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
We all get heavier as we get older because there's a lot more information in our heads. So I'm not fat, I'm just really intelligent and my head couldn't hold any more so it started filling up the rest of me!
(Wish I knew how to put the pic that came with this email on here.....)
Sunday, May 10, 2009
1. Sundays are very precious to me. In addition to being a Holy Day, it is the only day of the week my husband is usually home. I want him to myself (and the kids).
2. I was feeling like mothers day was all about me. And, it sort of is and sort of should be. But, my husband gets to see me everynight and every Sunday - isn't it right that he see his mom on mother's day - she doesn't live that far away.
3. My mom lives a few hours away. We talked on the phone, I will see her this weekend, I will buy her some flowers.
4. And here's a biggie. A few years ago, the night before mothers day, I was lamenting the fact that we wouldn't be able to stay home on mothers day and spend it alone. I just wanted a mothers day at home, alone with my family. The next morning we awoke to a flooded basement. We have a 1500 sq. ft. basement! and about 2/3 of it was flooded. It was my fault. We had always had a water detector downstairs just in case the sump quit or something. It had NEVER gone off for anything real (just someone tossing a wet towel next to it or something). It needed a new battery and after staying up and watching Star Wars with my husband, I was too tired to put the new battery in and put it back downstairs. I would do it in the morning. Well, the sump quit, the basement was flooded, and we got our mothers day home alone.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
It seems as if whoever is clearing the table always reports that someone did not do their part of clearing off their dishes. Apparently, in kid world, this is a big deal. So rather than stand there for two minutes and try to remember who sat where, call the person back and have them carry the plate over to the sink; I think I have finally outsmarted the kiddos. (Yea, that is a deadly claim, eh?) I got a colored melamine plate, bowl, and cup for everyone. Everyone has a different pattern so we knew what plate belongs to what person. Everyone has to place their own plate in the dishwasher after each meal or at least before the next meal because there is only one each. The plates do not break and if someone forgets to take their plate off the table or wash it, it was easy to see who to ask to fix the problem. Or if nothing is done about the plate before the next meal, they know that they need to fit the problem or they have no plate to eat with.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
The other day they made pictures for their aunt's birthday.
11 yr old boy: Space scene with flying objects, a satelite, the moon, the earth, etc. Very detailed in black and white.
9 yr old girl: Lots of colorful flowers in a vase and another picture of a house with 2 people climbing a tree.
7 yr old boy: A huge rock monster type guy eating stuff - colored in black and orange
5 yr old boy: Same scene as the 11 yr old he was sitting next to, with the addition of someone sort of drowning in water yelling Help Me
3 yr old girl: Pink and purple stamp pages.
So, basically other than the tree climbers in my daughter's drawing - they fit the "stereotype" to a T. What do your kids draw?
Friday, May 1, 2009
We've had duck nesting for a few weeks now. The eggs starting hatching yesterday. This morning there is an empty nest full of leftover egg shells. There is female duck wandering around our yard. Now this female is sitting on the empty nest.
Is this our duck? Did something happen to her ducklings?
Is this a new duck using the nest?
If this is our poor duck missing the ducklings - how long will she stay here? I read somewhere that if you know that there is a nestful of dud eggs (they don't hatch after a month or so) that you should take the eggs away. But this mama is sitting on busted eggs.
What to do? It's a bit sad. My younger children fully believe it's a new duck - and until we figure it out - that's what we are going with.