Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Been a while...


Girly girl taught herself to ride. Typical. We have the bike for about a year, she wants the training wheels back on. She is afraid of falling. She can just ride Jesse's (which does have training wheels). A little air in the tires, a helmet that fits, a kiss and she's off. She is loving the freedom that comes from the wind on your face. Fast wheels, pedal faster. Try new things like standing up off of the seat or wiggling the handlebars. Go up little hills, go around tight corners, come to a screeching halt. It's all or nothing and today she's all.
What have I taught myself recently? How can I learn from this little girl? I take her apart and put her back together but she's always the same. Different. There is something I'd like to take away from her. A lesson, a habit, something that makes it all seem effortless. Just along for the ride, I'm sure to pick up something. Still can't think of anything I've taught myself recently. Did I learn from someone else instead? I don't always need to be just me, do I?
Mahalo for riding!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

July

Shine on...


Starting over..

We stopped for lemonade...
What can you say when you have the ability to show? Not much and that's fine with the show-er, the speak stumbler, thought taker, pause maker. A show is the way to get the words across, from one to the other a flow that's kind to the mouth, purposefully spoken as handfully a speech prepared in its state of confession. To show what I mean to say is a soothing task, a grateful time rendering project of importance. When is the thank you back to each partner, the inspiration, the artists, the prior worker bees? Put gratitude in your work and spread the joy; your own method for keeping stories in front of new eyes and ears.
Mahalo for more captured moments, creative spirits, celebrations, focus, friends, freedom.
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

My Girl



My girl has been one life lesson after another for me. At this point in our lives I am grateful. For her first couple years I wasn't seeing the lessons as anything but negative. I tried to harness her, to make her fit into my ideals. I chose to engage in battles with her instead of stepping back to take that awesome breath in which things become clear. She put me through the ringer! But today she's almost 8 years old and I feel many more years wiser. Through her I have learned that I am ok. I am fallible. I am stubborn. She is this and so much more. But at her young age she is also aware. That is the key, in my mind, for her to be able to walk her own path. I am so proud of who she is, what she has accomplished, how hard she tries, the strength she shows, the love she spreads, the creativity she expresses, the energy she produces. She's my girl and I love her!!
Sniff sniff...in just 1 1/2 days she'll be out of third grade. It seems to all have happened so fast and yet draaaaaaaaged by. Time is strange like that. I accept it, don't wish to go back, and look forward to what the future holds. May she continue to drip with courage and enthusiasm, gorge on knowledge, and show off to the best of her abilities!
Mahalo for who I didn't know, have come to know, and look forward to knowing!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Wordless

I can't get words out of my head so here are some layouts I've done that will speak for me, for now.









Mahalo for artistic outlets!
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Monday, April 20, 2009

Big Boy

The boy got braces! It's been a couple weeks now and you can see his teeth moving. He says he's getting some on the bottom teeth so he doesn't end up with an underbite. I have concerns as his bottom teeth are perfect. Time to call and get the dental scoop. He is not minding them, does get some headaches once in a while, but overall he's taking them in stride.



This was one of those days when Jarrod and I had time together, alone. We ended up at Phyllis' for great burgers and shakes and a whole lotta fries. Even though he's used to my camera clicking at any random moment he wouldn't relax and just look directly at it. Oh well, this pic then truly represents him at that very moment. And I still got to take the pic. I'm the Mama, that's what I do.

Mahalo for making memories!

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Happy Almost Easter


Technically, this was the day before Easter. Wendy came with me to hide eggs for the mothers club. But I overslept and we got there in time to....wait for the hunt to start! Oh yea, and I was fed by baby Violet, what a doll! Wendy was eager to help but didn't mind the wait. She gathered her eggs from the grass when it was time to do so (and that grass was cleared in seconds!). She wouldn't stand next to the Easter Bunny, not sure what's up with that, so I did and even had Wendy take my picture with him.
I am able to give each kid alone time outings and it's wonderful! Each acts so well when alone with me and we have fun, we connect and simply enjoy the time together. At the end of the egg hunt Wendy went in Daddy's car, Jesse came with me. It's all good!
Mahalo for egg-cellent adventures!

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Snooze



Can't you just imagine lying under the tree and taking a snooze? Ahhhhh, warm breeze, the smell of fresh fertile dirt, spring grasses. The sounds of birds, rustling leaves. A natural lullabye.

Unfortunately there's no alarm out there. I rely on my alarm every morning as I am NOT a morning person. The snooze button....ah, the snooze button. My friend. My enemy. If I hit it, it's never just once. I use the CD player instead of a buzz or the radio, but before the music plays I can hear it loading the CD so I awake not to music but waiting to hear the melodies. Sometimes Jesse says to leave the music on; love that.

I'm a napper, too. I've found that sometimes I simply can't go on and must lie down and shut my heavy lids. Thank goodness I get the time to do this. Then again, it's not good that I must do this. I know, I know, I should go for a walk, drink more water, exercise......puhleeze. Snooze.

Mahalo for dreamland!

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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Abandonded for later discovery









The fence was pulled tighter with a new lock but the fence is bent so in we went.








Some old ideas of mine are reappearing in my thoughts. I am liking the way they feel, the comfortable knowing smiling settling sighing satisfaction. Don't look up until you're sure you can finish, otherwise nose to the ground, one foot in front of the other. Watch the dust, the rocks, the grass, your shoes, but don't yet lift your eyes toward to top. The sky will wait until you are ready, and when you're ready the sight you see will be meant for that time only. No repeats in days, only ideas reappearing in my thoughts.


Mahalo for the time!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Sharing hair

Of all the kids, my youngest has hair most similar to mine. It's thick, wavy, and often in funky 'dos.

'At's my boy's hair!
Mahalo for redoing 'dos!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

2 to 1

The last 7 years have been focused around Wendy. Not so fun for the rest of us but worth it now. She is thriving in school, happy at home, finding her way. She had issues: communication, sleep, wetting the bed, trantrums, independence, too smart for us to know what she wanted. Now she's settling into a routine with school, on which she thrives. She has friends and keeps herself busy. She is creative (using our recycling to create a cell-phone holder, cards, houses, art, etc) and always happy to take over (her way of helping). She's been our One. Our struggle. She's still our One but this time she's crossed over. No longer a power struggle, her days are happier and freer.

The boys, my boys. They've been our saving grace during the years of struggle with their sister. Jarrod did mostly smooth sailing through school and summers, staying on track. Jesse was with me, happy-go-lucky in all aspects. They were our Two. The Two we didn't struggle with. But two major events happened for both boys; Jarrod started high school and Jesse started Kindergarten.

HUGE! A freshman and a school newbie. I had high hopes for my boys having watched them have fun and tackle subjects they needed to. But it hasn't been that way for them or for us. High school had football, classes criss-crossing campus, more homework, more time on his own at home, oh and a new girl friend. Ooops, that has all lead to his downfall. When football ended Jarrod had some grades to catch up. How he made it to the end of the season on the field I don't know, considering the grade averages were supposed to be monitored by staff. But he did make them up. Now they're back down. No sports this time, just time at home, time with friends, time with girl friend, time to think of ways to fake homework and learn to lie. He's not a good liar but I've not been wanting to force homework because I thought praise was enough. Nope. Be prepared my boy, you'll have no electronics and no friends for a while. How long until school's out? Oh and then get a job.

School newbie about sums up the issues for Jesse. By my side for 5 years we did not focus on learning, on writing, basic skills that are picked up in preschool. I didn't feel I could find work that would do more than just pay for preschool so when he was old enough to go to public school we ushered him in with high hopes. For the first couple months his days were "Great!" but then serious learning took over and tasks were assigned. Not his strong point. He wants to play and will fall out of his chair, claim to be itchy, whine about dropping his pencil, anything to not do the work. I don't give up during homework but at school there are not resources to focus on him so that he could learn to sit & do. At least that's not what Kindergarten is anymore. They push for skills that are still being taught in first and second grade. It's confusing! I know he can do the work but he's not always willing to actually let go of play to focus on "work". A half hour of sitting upside down, slipping to the floor, crying, whining, and in the end he does the work with a smile. Was that worth it? To me, yes, I want him to go forward in school. But repeating K is a discussion that's come up. To me that means one more year I have to shuffle kids to school. To him it means another chance. But where to attend, same school, follow his sister who will be back in the neighborhood in a couple years?

I don't like unanswered questions. I like to see a clear path. I like to know the options are easy to sort out. What will get the boys on track? And thank goodness all three kids are not driving us crazy at once!

Mahalo for time to figure things out!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

My bayba



I have to keep reminding myself it was just a few months ago that we ended our daily day-to-day, you're with me and I'm with you doings. When he started school we parted ways. When I began working again I put in more hours away. He's my baby - my bayba. He's still snuggly and funny, hand-holding, kissing, hugging, climbing, chasing, playing, laughing, joking, sharing, smiling. But school is big business, serious times, quiet times, studious times, active times, structured times, group times. He's adjusting. I'm adjusting. I just have to keep reminding myself that his fits and my struggles are sometimes still connected to our old routine. I loved that routine and he thrived in it. Too bad it didn't prepare either one of us for what we're doing now. But as long as we have each other...
Mahalo for you and me!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Peacock proud


Aren't hats great?
Mahalo for looking your particular best!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

I get it

Sometimes I get silly thoughts but don't act on them. Sometimes I do. I am not getting any more or less prohibitive now than when I was young. I suppose I am just as picky.

"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." Groucho Marx

The kids want to wear a costume, part of a costume, make their own costume, GREAT! Put color in their hair. French braid, mohawk, up, down. Mix-n-match socks. Sing a silly song. Create an accent. Some of that is me, not them; maybe they'll learn.

Sometimes I crack up at simple things and I roll with it. I get it.

Mahalo for getting it any which way!

Monday, February 9, 2009

Fear.net

I love creepy, spooky, icky, gross, startling, strange, suspenseful movies. I like Fear.net. Today I watched 'Backwoods', a strange ride into foreign countrysides and backwards living. Good stuff.

An entertaining thriller was based in France, the catacombs under Paris. Pink was in it. Great way to use scenery; wall after brick wall, skulls, more walls and halls. The story started at the end and ended there again. I really like that kind of backtrack, figuring things out in reverse.

Throw in a twist with mystery and you have the Japanese movie about a woman murdered and a man tripping onto the case and getting involved against his will. Some effects were just silly, some were original, some have been done, but the end is worth it all.

I do not like Friday 13 or Jaws, or actually, those did scare me. Nice, can't go camping or swimming now. I do not like novel-based popular character multiple storyline movies. Some science fiction is good, 'Contact' is one of my all-time favorite movies and Twelve Monkeys was great. But the alien kick arse stuff gets old.


There are some great books I've read that I would love to see on the screen like 'Imajica' by Clive Barker. But I would be so disappointed if they don't portray everything the way it is in my head. Anyone need a director?
Mahalo for movie reviews!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

A cat, a kid, and a mom

"Why can't you see I'm a cat," said the cat.
"And that's all I ever will be?
Why are you shocked when I roam out at night?
Why are you sad when I meow and I fight?
Why are you sick when I eat up a rat?
I'm a cat."

"Why can't you see I'm a kid?" said the kid.
"Why try to make me like you?
Why are you hurt when I don't want to cuddle?
Why do you sigh when I splash through a puddle?
Why do you scream when I do what I did?
I'm a kid."

"Why can't you see I'm a mom?" said the mom.
"Why try to make me wise?
Why try to teach me the ways of the cat?
Why try to tell me that 'kids are like that'?
Why try to make me be patient and calm?
I'm a mom."

from Falling Up by Shel Silverstein

Mahalo for who you are!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Seeing

This was the view from the store this afternoon. Seeing the picture now I realize how much there was in my line of sight. I saw only clouds and colors of the sky. While I am used to urban skyline that was not the reason it was an oversight as I captured this. I was open to sharp intake of breath as I looked up and realized the sun was leaving for half a day and I needed to share the moment, some day, some way. My best resource is always my Pics folder. I remember better by sight. I think better by sight. I behave differently by sight. I...etc. I am having fun with my camera, a mini love affair with all I see. I am getting used to capturing candid shots but still not comfortable with the lack of planning. Practice, practice. It's all good to me!

Mahalo for memories made easy!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

But why not

My kids are smart. They know before asking certain questions that my answer will be a straight forward NO. Yet they ask anyway and after my reply I get "But why not?" Do my explanations ever appease them? No. Will they ask, knowing the answer is No and not ask "But why not?" No. It's a game. They think they can wear me down. No. I've been on their side, the child asking for something wanted knowing it won't happen. It's not true disappointment because the answer is already known but still there's a momentary (or longer, ugh) struggle. I have learned to answer, then stop. I won't repeat. I will walk away. I will hang up. I will not battle, go back-and-forth, or cave in and change a No to a Yes simply because the question is asked repeatedly. I recently reminded Jarrod that he'd understand when he's a parent. At 15 his response was that he would do the opposite with his kids and he would never understand. Oh how I laughed! I told him he'd be at my feet begging his apologies for putting me through all this. He snickered. My NO stood. I have been the child searching for explanations, not a simple one word answer. I have wanted to delve, dive, discover, but over the years I truly have come to understand that sometimes a one word answer can suffice. Thank goodness that small struggle is being dealt with as it's very trying to feel incomplete. I hope the same for my kids, in their own time. Why not?

Mahalo for growth!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Vintage Thingies Thursday!

See Colorado Lady's blog for more entrants into this very fun event!





Today I'm highlighting my Grandma's things. I just say "Grandma" because my paternal grandmother died before I was born so I never knew her. But I grew up knowing my maternal grandmother, Grandma (Margaret, more on her another time!) A couple of pieces from Grandma's collection which I was able to have after she passed are a pastel drawing and a pair of ornately painted lamp bases.



I adore this! It's so elegant with an elusive air. The paper is textured and there is no signature that I've found. I've studied it over and over. It used to hang in my Grandma's bedroom and I am sad that I can't find a place for it in my house just now but I know it will wait until the time is right. I am so happy to have it!




Oh! Just found Dad from the dollhouse set .^.






These pieces came to me just like this, no lamp, no shade, no cords. I wonder if I can find an old photo of Grandma's place with them in it, in all their glory? One is facing forward, the other you see the backside with smaller flowers and a hole for a cord. The finials are "gold" as the trim. I'm not a frufru gal but these were Grandma's, they remind me of her, and I love them!






G is for...





















Girl
Giggle
Goof
Great

GATE Program
I went to an introductory meeting about our school district's GATE opportunities for our girl. She is perhaps a little bored with some assignments but enthusiastic about others. Moody girl, she eventually comes around to being her proficient self. I hope this program is what she needs. I hope this program is ready for her! I'll be checking out a private school as well. Never, ever thought I'd be saying that. Then again, never thought I'd have a daughter. Just look at me now. Gee, Mom.



The Dating Game


They think they know the game. They think they have it all figured out or if they don't then it doesn't matter. They think of calling, texting, hanging out. They think of writing love notes. They don't always think to hide them. They get in trouble for making bad decisions. They think it's not fair. They think they can try again. They try again. They think they know the game.



These two....they're sweet and special but MAN! Gimme a break. It's the age, I know, I remember...but come on!

Ok, they are caring and having fun. I am happy they're good kids. I hope they have fun at this game.

Newbie



Big windows, high ceilings, open layout, clean displays, quality pieces, and a really fun place to hang out. There's a new store in town and Newbie is movin' and groovin'.

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