I come from a long line of crafty and artistically talented people. I am not one of them.
But, I do ok with basic elementary arts and crafts. I even considered them my forte. Until this week.
I was quite excited to do some apple stamping with the kids after our trip to the orchard last week. I’ve never done it, but wanted to for awhile. This seemed like the perfect time… last week we did the short a sound in phonics, went to the orchard on Friday, so this seemed perfect for art on Tuesday. The kids LOVE paint, so it was sure to be a hit with them.
I cut the apple in half so we could see the star.
Then I squirted paint onto paper plates. Gave each kid a piece of apple and had them press the apple into the paint and then onto the paper.
oops… the three year old dipped the wrong end into the paint.
no worries… rinse at the sink and try again
I have no idea why, but it didn’t work.
I didn’t think there was any trick to this, just slice, dip, and stamp onto paper.
Yet, this is the result we got.
Anyone have any idea why the paint didn’t stick and transfer? I tried more paint and less, with no luck.
The crew was ready to revolt, so I had to think on my feet.
OK… I decided… scratch the apple stamping. Mommy will try to figure out what went wrong and try again another day. But for now, let’s finger paint.
“Wait… Mommy is letting us paint with our fingers?” I didn’t have to say that twice. The kids eagerly dug in with great enthusiasm.
So, even though in the eyes of the kids, the afternoon was salvaged, I’d still like to know what we did wrong, so we can try, try again. Can anyone help me?
We came home with so much more than freshly picked apples…
we returned with smiles, laughter, and many fond memories
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Every now and then at the circus, I find myself enjoying a moment of peace. All too often that peace and quiet is the result of complete and massive destruction going on quietly in another room of the house… say an overflowing sink, or crayon art on the wall, or something else which seems to bind my children in complete quiet.
But sometimes, sometimes all is calm and when I fearfully peek around the corner, I catch a moment like this.
or this
(first one taken one afternoon last week and the second one taken Friday morning… I love how when I walked into the room his arm was around her as natural as can be)
And I do my very best to hold fast to those moments and savor them. Because I know all too soon someone will be touching someone or taking her book or sitting on his blanket. It will be “my turn” and “she hit me!” and “he’s not my best friend” and I will want to throw my hands in the air and scream for quiet!
So I cherish these moments and hold them close. Because in the midst of the whining and arguing and chaos that exists each and every day, beneath that, there is love and comfort and it is my hearts prayer that these children will grow up not just siblings, but life long friends…
Last night I came home from Kids Quest (our church’s evening class for kids in which we teach them the questions from the Shorter Catechism), pizza in hand and Scott and I quickly tag teamed to get the kids in bed so we could hit play and watch the recorded Steelers game. (I seriously think the invention of the DVR has got to go on my top 5 list of inventions that changed my life… I LOVE it)! Pizza, coke, beer, terrible towels… we were set for one of favorite kind of date nights… Steelers Football.
And for awhile the date was going well. We were ahead, the defense was holding them, life was good. I started to relax.
And then came the fourth quarter in which no relaxing took place as my stomach was in knots and I watched Limas Sweed drop a beautiful catch in the end zone. And Jeff Reed miss a field goal (2 weeks in a row now) and our defense let the Bengals pound us down and score a game winning touch down in the last 14 seconds of the game.
And just like that my date night was ruined.
We sat in silence.
One thing I love about my relationship with Scott is how well we know and get each other.
And we both know that after the Steelers lose, there must, must be a moment of silence. There is no small talk to be had. No, “Oh well, let’s try again next week.” No. None of that.
Neither of us want to talk about it or anything for awhile.
So, what is there to do, but check my fantasy team. I’ve had a rough start this year in fantasy football. Last year I started great and actually made it to the play off round. I was second place over all. I say that to boost my ego, b/c this year I am 0-3. And I don’t understand it. I have a good team. I had the 1 and 3 highest ranking wide receivers starting yesterday. And they gave me a total of 14 points. Not enough, I tell ya, not enough.
I opened live writer to write a post, but didn’t feel it. Sure, I could have posted a pic of my kids at the library on Saturday with a real replica of R2D2 and Darth Vador and a host of other Star Wards bad guys…. but the force just wasn’t with me. I could have shared pics and anecdotes from our semi spontaneous apple orchard trip on Friday afternoon, but it seemed too… chipper.
So, discouraged, I went to bed.
And that my dear readers is why it is now 3:00 on Monday and I am just now able to get a post up.
In my last weekend thought post, I mentioned my desire to teach my children to live their life in full and not let fear keep them from enjoying life’s pleasures. Ironically enough a week later I found myself having to choose between sitting on the sidelines or facing my fear.
15 years ago I got on a Gerris wheel with my friends. It seemed harmless enough at the time. But the combination of the height and the swaying car sent me into a full fledge panic. I don’t recall much, other than screaming at the top of my lungs, pleading with the attendant as I passed him, begging him to make it stop and let me off.
No such luck for me (or for my incredibly embarrassed friend who was stuck sitting next to me during my loud panic attack).
Ever since, I have avoided Ferris Wheels with great success.
Until the county fair this year. As the day for the fair approached my son starting talking about how much he was looking forward to the Ferris wheel. (enter feeling of dread and despair in my stomach). My initial response was, “No, we won’t be going on that b/c Dad won’t be with us.”
But then we got there. And he never begged or whined. But I saw him look up. And the words of my post the week prior, ran through my mind.
“I don’t want to miss out on the smiles and fun God has planned for us b/c of fear or stress of what we’ll loose. I want us to fully enjoy the moments we’re in.”
And I knew that I had to do it. In fact more than that, I wanted to do it. My friend offered to take my kids with hers. But, I wanted to push that fear down and enjoy the ride with my kids. I didn’t want to let my fear keep me on the sideline while she got to enjoy the look of delight on their faces.
So, I did it. (with lots of pep talks to the kids about how we weren’t going to move AT ALL, AT ALL… we would sit very still the whole time… did you hear me STILL the WHOLE TIME!)
At first I gripped the pole in the center and just started straight ahead silently willing my 2 year old not to move on my lap and praying the older two would sit still across from me.
But, then I realized I was enjoying myself. I didn’t feel sick or panicked. And so I pulled out my camera.
I am so glad I didn’t let my fear sideline me. Not only did I get to enjoy the view from atop
but, more importantly, I got to enjoy the view with my kids as I got to enjoy watching them enjoy the view from atop.
And that was, for me, the best part.
Motherhood is a lot like that Ferris Wheel ride. It pushes you do things you never thought possible, but in doing so, you get to experience the ride of your life.
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One Sunday I picked my 2 year old son up from Sunday School and found goldfish in his bin. He had saved some of his snack to share with Mommy and Daddy. My jaw hit the floor. His thoughtfulness both touched and humbled me.
Our church has a fellowship time between services in which you can have some cookies, popcorn, coffee, and lemonade. Once my son was old enough to attend church with us after Sunday School, he got to come join us for the fellowship time as well. Each week for the past two years he’ll grab three cookies from the table. The first time I stopped him, telling him he only needed one. Turns out the other two were for his sisters. And every single week, he grabs 3 cookies so he can eat one with his sisters in the car on the way home.
He does things like this often. Last week in Kindergarten his teacher gave them each a bag of Swedish Fish. Knowing these are Daddy’s favorite candy, my son did not each his candy at school with the rest of the class. Nor did he tear into it when he got into the van at the end of the day. Instead he saved it until Daddy got home and then gave each person in the family a fish.
While I sneak cookies to enjoy in secret during nap time or after bed, he will save his to share with the family later.
I am so glad that my girls are watching him so closely.
Today when I picked my 3 year old up from her Bible study class, she showed me a baggie of goldfish. She saved some to share with the rest of us on our way home. My heart melted and I was so thankful that she strives so hard to be just like her brother.
As I’ve returned to the classroom these past few weeks (though in a very different atmosphere), I can’t help but reflect on my years of teaching prior to becoming a stay at home mom. I was blessed to teach for 3 years at a small, Christian school. I learned a lot and grew from the experience. I honestly think it shaped the way I parent today.
That being said, I can’t help but reflect on the single. worst. teaching mistake of my life. I share it with you so that on those days when you do something truly stupid, you can comfort yourself with the fact that “at least it wasn’t as bad as what Crystal did…”
Seriously, brace yourself b/c it just doesn’t get worse than this.
It was my first year of teaching and I was very excited to have my kids read Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Being fresh out of college, and brimming with ideas, I was eager to involve the parents and children in hands on activities. I sent home a letter at the beginning of the book asking the parents if they would be willing to come and volunteer with some real world experiences for the children. We baked bread, we had a “Little House luncheon,” and we did some crafts from the time period. I was so excited to let the kids engage in the activities they were reading about and to learn more about the time period. Naturally, when I had a father volunteer to come in, I was elated.
Since he taught at a nearby school, he was able to come at the end of the day to present to the class. I was so excited. I remember him walking in the room and showing the kids what a muzzle loader looked like. “This is great,” I thought to myself. Now they will truly know and understand what Pa Ingalls used to hunt in the book. As he talked about hunting, and showed the kids the bullets, and then the rifle, suddenly, it hit me.
Like a ton of bricks.
What was I thinking?
I let a parent come into my classroom with a weapon and I didn’t notify the administration.
As he showed the kids how he looked through the scope (please note the weapon was not loaded), I felt sick to my stomach.
Honestly, it wasn’t until I saw him holding the rifle, like a gun, that I realized the enormity of my error.
If I had been asked on a test for educational theory or practice, or any one of my education classes, “If a parent is coming to your classroom with a weapon do you think you should
a) seek permission first from your school administration
b) notify the parents first
c) say, “hey come on in and why don’t you go ahead and bring some ammunition too”
d) What? Invite a parent to bring a weapon to your school? Are you crazy?
I am confident, I would not have circled C.
And yet, there I sat that spring day with a class full of 8 and 9 year olds while a father showed them his gun and ammunition.
That afternoon with great angst and fear, I walked down to my principals office to tell him of my great ignorance and apologize for my error. I was so nervous. I vividly recall knocking on his door and then begging him for forgiveness as I confessed my idiocy.
He was so gracious. He forgave me and then I recall him saying, “Crystal, in the future if you plan to bring a loaded weapon or any weapon for that matter, to school, I would appreciate knowing about it in the future.” I can only imagine the conversation he had with his wife that night about the crazy, young teacher in the third grade. I am so grateful, he let me stay and teach for 2 more years.
This year in addition to the farm animals, the kids enjoyed some other treats at the county fair.
Rides
Cotton Candy
And a visit with Spiderman himself
So, what’s your favorite part of the fair? The animals, the rides, the food, or the super heroes?
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Every fall, since my first born was only 5 months old, I’ve taken my children to the county fair. We don’t by any stretch live in a rural area, so I am sure some of you country folk would laugh and heckle what we call a county fair. But, for my suburbanite children and I, it offers a rare opportunity to see some farm animals up close. It is a fall tradition we look forward to all summer long!
Of the 6 years I’ve gone, this was by far my favorite year. Not sure if it was because the exhibits were that much better, or if it was b/c my children were older and better able to enjoy and participate in the event, or b/c I wasn’t pushing a stroller or nursing a baby in the midst of the farm fun. Either way, it was a glorious morning at the fair.
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I’m sorry. Really I am. I had every intention of posting a thought this weekend and here it is Sunday night and I haven’t posted since Thursday!!
Last week was my first week back into the real world. For the past 5 years I for the most part lived without an alarm. I’d wake when the kids woke, and our day would begin, sloooooowly after that. Now that we’re in Kindergarten I’m up at 6 and getting the circus crew fed, dressed and ready to start the day by 8 am. We did it. But, man was I exhausted by Friday.
Top that with a fun filled field trip to the county fair on Friday morning (after completing our schoolwork) and an afternoon spent cleaning and cooking for a weekend filled with company, and well, you get one tired Momma.
Friday night we had the pleasure of entertaining cousin Joel who was in town visiting during his R&R from Afghanistan. We did our best to give him a hero’s welcome. The kids had a blast clamoring for his attention. And Scott and I appreciated the chance to talk and catch up with him…he even stuck around to help hang up my entryway shelf downstairs. My entry way makeover is finally complete and I LOVE IT! (I must add that I enjoyed watching my hubby, his cousin, and his Grandpa work together on a project for me). What great guys!!
Joel pulled out of our driveway and less than 2 minutes later my parents pulled in. Saturday morning we woke early and Scott headed off for a weekend sailing race at the same time I headed out for a 5K to support the local pregnancy center. (thanks to grandma and grandpa for babysitting) I got home in time to shower and get ready for my son’s soccer game. (where he scored a goal… 2 weeks in a row now… yeah, I am one proud momma)
And really, the pace never slowed down all weekend… with a birthday party, church, football games… fantasy teams to catch up on, tailgate food to prepare….somehow it’s now Sunday night and I’ve gotta gear up for another week!! Thought it was action pack, I truly enjoyed the weekend…not so thrilled with my boys in black and gold, but was glad my family got to watch the game with my parents. Big thanks to mom and dad for sticking around till 7 and making a LATE night drive home just so you could watch with us!
For those that did prep a weekend thought this weekend, you can link up below, if you still want. I apologize for leaving you hanging. I have thoughts mulling around already and hope to jot em down early this week, before my brain is mush by weeks end!!
In the interest of keeping it real and not pretending to be something I am not, I feel the need to come clean.
Remember how excited I was when my 2 year old was wearing underwear at her 2nd birthday?
Yea, I believe I received many a pat on the back and comments of “You’ll have to come potty train my kid.”
Well, I must come clean and say for the past few weeks she has totally regressed. Yes, she goes on the potty several times a day, but she also goes in her pants several times a day. This is quite frustrating as for several weeks she was doing wonderfully, even being dry at night on more than one occasion.
But after peeing not once, but TWICE in Safeway a few weeks ago, and after my having to ask for paper towels 3 times during that shopping trip to wipe pee of the cart, the floor, and our groceries, I decided she’s in pull ups until she proves she is capable of big girl pants. Because I am quite tired of mopping up pee, especially in public places.
