Monthly Archives: June 2014

Win the battle, the war might follow

This is effectively the first real day of Summer Vacation. So far, books and magazines have been read, laundry has been prepared, tables have been cleaned, and a bed has been made.

I made a list of little chores that can be done almost every day and put them in a bowl. In order to get computer time, five of those chores must be finished. The boys finished all 5 each in about 2 hours. But the best part was that no one minded doing the chores and earning the time. At our current rate, all the boys will use their computer time by lunch. If they want more computer time, or some time on the Wii, they can do more chores after lunch. I also love that I don’t feel as guilty about letting them play games since they did something productive first.

Here’s to keeping up the good work.

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Being the butt of a good joke…

…or a good pun. Either way.

My former college roommate (who shall heretofore be referred to as “Roommie”…like she always is in real life) and I woke up extra super-duper early this past Sunday, got some coffee and donuts (Breakfast of Champions!) and drove over an hour to Brooklyn– Prospect Park, to be precise. Why did I drive all the way to Brooklyn? To take a nice walk around the park. 

Trust me: it was for a good cause: the Colon Cancer Coalition. I know someone who was diagnosed with Colon Cancer at a remarkably young age. He seems to be free of the cancer now, and is trying to live the normal life he deserves. I joined his “team” this year to walk the 5K and raise money for Colon Cancer research. It’s part of a series of fundraising events known as… get this… Get Your Rear in Gear.

It’s ok to laugh. I think. I know I got a little bent out of shape over all the breast-related puns for Breast Cancer, but no one thinks the colon is sexy (maybe someone does– I don’t know everyone’s life) and a little humor goes a long way to getting conversations started.

There was another team with shirts that said “Busting ours to Save Yours.” The director of the event wore a shirt that said “ Your : ” (That’s supposed to be a “check” mark– closest I could find was the square root. Meh).

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Me and Roommie before we started. 

 

We finished in just under an hour, which I think is pretty good, considering we’re only slightly more that 5 feet tall and were walking slowly enough to carry on a conversation. 

Here’s to a world without cancer.

 

 

Ruh roh…

(NOTE: I wrote this entry last week but something went wrong with the Auto-Save feature. I’m going to try to replicate it as best I can…)

While sitting in the Auditorium waiting for The Hubs to arrive and The Regulator’s Spring Concert to start, I had a rather startling realization:  there were only two weeks left to the school year.

If you lived anywhere– let’s face it, anywhere— this past winter, you’d agree that it didn’t feel as though the school year was ever going to end. But it is, and as usual, I feel woefully unprepared.

I had had such high hopes for this summer– vacations, day trips, and a move to a glorious house in suburbia. But alas, this was not to be. I’ve been tutoring here and there, but it doesn’t pull in all that much. The big vacation is already paid for, but aside from that, I’ll have to wait and see if I land a work-from-home gig that Mrs. Legal Lawyer told me about. If I don’t get that… well.  Can’t feel sorry for myself if that’s the result.

I always say that I’ll get the kids working on their basic skills and reading like crazy over the summer, but that doesn’t really happen, either. The Regulator needs to improve his handwriting like woah, and they could all use more trips to the library. The Hubs and I love books, but we really can’t afford to be buying all of them! The Summer Reading Program at town libraries is pretty great, but we just haven’t been able to keep up  with the assignments. I think we need to spend more time there and get the boys a little more familiar with their reading interests and limitations (why am I bringing home 6 novels per kid?).

And even though we’re not moving, it’s not too early to start preparing. I intend to  start tossing all the stuff we don’t need, maybe even selling what we can. Who knows? We might even be able to be a little happier in the space we have when there’s less stuff in it. We have a storage unit and most of that stuff hasn’t seen the light of day in a couple years!

The Regulator is also transitioning to *gasp* MIDDLE SCHOOL. I hear tell the 5th grade is one of the toughest years in our school system. Probably just as well that we’re not moving anywhere… he’s not one to handle stress. I want to prepare him, though: study skills, note taking, organization. Things that will make the actual content a non-issue (which it pretty much is– he’s above average intelligence-wise and I have the objective test results to prove it).

There’s always swimming and soccer, and maybe if we can squeeze in a day trip, it’ll be a grand time. Anything to keep them from being plugged in all damn day.  Anything to keep them from making a royal mess of our home.

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Oh… if I use this. Poor boys won’t know what hit them! They’re downright lucky we don’t have a pet (or a farmstead, for that matter… how the heck old is this list?!?!).

Here’s to family fun and making memories.

Follow me! I have no idea what I’m doing!

I love social media. I love posting, commenting, sharing, liking, and following.

And I try to be careful about it. No Facebook friends that I don’t know personally. No pictures of the kids’ faces on the blog.  Privacy settings and blocking whenever possible and necessary. 

As such, I place a high value on the act of following. I have no problem “unfollowing” people if they bother me. And I am truly thankful for all the people who choose to follow me, on my blog, my Twitter feed, even on Pinterest (which I don’t use much).

There are currently 72 official followers of my blog, and that is so cool. I hope you’re enjoying it. Please feel free to contact me and tell me what you think of the posts or if you have any questions or suggestions.

Here’s to strangers: the friends I just haven’t met yet.

Adventures in girlyness

I have three boys. I got used to the idea that I was going to be a mom of boys. That I would be potty training boys. That I would be dressing boys. Giving boys crew cuts and fauxhawks. That my laundry baskets would be full of blacks, blues, greens, and grays.

Then I had a girl.

I didn’t set out to fill my world with pink and ruffles. I don’t care much for gender issues– my children can like and do whatever they like and want to do– but I can’t help but enjoy the different-ness of a girl after three boys. The vast majority of Buttercup’s clothes were hand-me-downs and gifts, and they were just so pretty!
I let Buttercup’s hair grow out and am setting about learning how to do different things with it. The boys like their hair short.
All my kids like beaded necklaces. Mardi Gras, St. Patrick’s, 4th of July… they’re just fun. But only Buttercup puts them on whenever she finds them and walks around saying “pree-yee,” which I assume means “pretty.” I didn’t teach her that: it came to her naturally.
I never thought I would have to figure out how to be a mom of a girl. I was quite sure I wouldn’t be good at it. And I was certain I didn’t want a little me. But it wasn’t entirely up to me, was it?
So if I can get the girl to sit still, I’ll attempt a French braid. Wish me luck!
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Meh…it’s a start.

Here’s to letting children be themselves. Because they are awesome.

Changing it up

I have the sinking feeling that I say the same stuff over and over. Is it always about Crock Pots and cleaning? Weight and weird music?
Talking about the kids, that’s the most important thing to me. They’re kind of my true audience. I don’t think I always show them that even the smallest things they do are important to me. But they are… which is why I chronicle them here. Or, why I should be chronicling them here.
So here’s to a new page getting turned.  Or in this case, a new Web page getting refreshed.