Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Time for the Beach!

The weather is warm, the sand is hot, the water is still bone-chillingly cold.  




But yesterday was a perfect day for the beach.




Best part of the day?  You see the girl in the pink suit?
Last one out of the water. 
Elia? Last one out? 
It's a Christmas miracle!




We are about to make a new summer list, I suppose we still need to keep "go to the beach" on it.  Anything else we need to add?




Monday, May 28, 2012

Memorial

To all our dear family and friends who sacrificed for us,





Thank you.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Week in Pictures


Did you ever have a Field Day, Mom?  In Mexico?  Did you love it?  - the kids asked me this week in anticipation of our Fourth Annual Porter County Homeschool Field Day.  They were so excited.  The girls had their outfits chosen a week in advance, the boys frantically looked for underwear the morning of. 

To answer their questions, no I never had a Field Day in Mexico.  But I did have a Field Day the year I was in fifth grade and we lived in Wheaton.  And no, I did not love it.  I hated it.  I hated Field Day.  There, I said it.   I think traditional Field Days are meant to prove once and for all and without a doubt that only 1% of the population is athletic.  The rest of us? Participation ribbons all around!  In fifth grade I was chubby, awkward, had no athletic ability, and really didn't fit in at all.  Not too dissimilar from now....   Contrary to popular opinion, Field Day did nothing to fix any of that.  In fact, it only made me more sure of my outsider status.  My only friends that year were the two most rotund girls in the class, one of whom might have lived with her grandma in a studio apartment, or maybe her car, the other with some serious hygiene issues, and the only black girl in the entire school.  A band of misfits we were, and we were lumped together in Field Day as just another group of not blond, not skinny, not athletic, not Wheaton little girls.  We did not fit and this event did nothing to make us feel part of the group, in fact it did the exact opposite.  It showed us that we couldn't  jump, couldn't run, couldn't lift, couldn't do relays.  At the end of the day, I was pretty sure I couldn't do anything.   

 So no, kids.  I did not love Field Day.  

Fast forward a few years to the Best Field Day Evah!!

My kids love Field Day with a passion.  They look forward to it every single year.  As the husband so helpfully pointed out, "It's because our Field Day requires absolutely no athletic ability whatsoever."  

Maybe.  Ok, yes.  





But!  And it's a big but!  Our Field Day is chock full of games, fun, running, jumping, happy competition, kicking of balls, relays, chicken chucks, and clown outfits.  Everyone comes home with at least six ribbons.  There are the participation ribbons, of course, but there are 1st, 2nd, 3rd place ribbons and the very coveted Special Award Ribbon.  Last year Elia got "Best Form in the Chicken Chuck" Special Award, and this year Josie finally, finally got her first ever Special Award for "Best Pitching in Kickball".  



You may think we are those "everybody wins all the time" kind of people, the kind where nobody ever loses because somebody might cry, but I would beg to differ.  I think competition is good.  I think in games and in sports and in life in general there are winners and losers.  There is most definitely a first, second, and third place in so many things.  I think learning to lose, and to lose gracefully is an important skill to have.  I think winning gracefully is an important skill to have.  But I think you lose way more often than you win.  And I think our kids know that.  I think kids learn really early on that the world is big, and hard, and that they are not going to be the best at everything all of the time.  




And I say, why rub their noses in it?  Why not make Field Day the kind of fun that Every Single Kid can enjoy, no matter what their athletic ability?  Why not make it fun and friendly rather than ostracizing to the different and awkward kids?  There will be plenty of hard things in life, why make this hard too?  In conclusion (finally, right!?)  I think our Porter County Field Day is the best Field Day ever.  A great time was had by all involved.  I wish everybody's Field Day could be as fun as ours. 

If you want to see more pictures and hear another homeschooler's take on it, head on over and see Neville Girl's pictures.  (some of which I stole, mwa ha ha! Thank you Neville Girl's Mom for letting me use your pictures without asking!)  Neville Girl is the one levitating during kickball (I knew all that Harry Potter reading was good for something...)

Now on to other less preachy things!  Like our first all watermelon dinner of the season!  I anticipate many more of these as the weather warms and cooking becomes more sticky. 





You can't see them, but in front of the little girl laying in the grass are the chickies.  Until we have a coop, we take them out to the garden every time we go out back, which is a lot.  There is something so incredibly soothing and peaceful watching chicks peck about in the dirt and listening to them cheep to each other.




This video is a couple days old, they've visibly grown since then (man! They grow fast!), but look at their cuteness.  It will be a shame to kill the rooster, if we get one.  



video



And today, I had two hunky plumbers show up to fix a problem under the kitchen sink.  Don't tell the husband, but they are some good looking handymen, and can fix things around my house any time.




Happy Weekend to all of you!





Friday, May 25, 2012

Sensing a theme

Checklist for Field Day

- get dressed
- brush teeth and hair
- breakfast
- go potty
- does everyone have on underwear?
- put on shoes
- pack car
- check everyone for underwear one more time

Monday, May 21, 2012

Everything's coming up



Peonies!






Irises!





Allium!



Future raspberries,





future blackberries!





And...  bottoms?



Saturday, May 19, 2012

Oh NO!!

You guys!  I went out to check on the baby robins last night and they were all gone!  I knew something was up when mama didn't swoop at me like usual.  She normally stands guard and the minute you step out the back door she's like a hawk.  This time she stayed close by, but didn't attack when I peeked at the nest.  No babies in the nest, no babies on the ground.  It was so sad.  

You know who I blame?  No, not Mikey.  The dumb raccoon that comes in the night to dig in the compost.  Mama robin built her nest in a low bush right next to the fence, not the smartest, considering even Mikey could get a peek without having to climb.  That raccoon must have come in and found himself an unexpected smorgasbord.  

When Mike and the kids walked in the door last night I greeted them with the sad news.  Of course as soon as they realized I was talking about robins and not the beloved chickies, nobody cared anymore.  I was the saddest.  Dumb, callous kids.

The chickies are great.  They are starting to get feathers and are growing incredibly fast.  According to Elia, Harry is the pooper when people hold him.  I think Harry is also the most docile.  The other two are a little feistier.  I don't know if we told you, they are Australorp and Rhode Island Red mix.  Some people don't think I can kill my sweet little adorable fluffy chickies if they turn out to be boys, but I can.  It's just like with the kids.  You disappoint me, and I will end you.


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Speaking of sweet little adorable chickies, look who I've been waking up to lately.  This chick usually comes stumbling to our bed around 5am or so, and climbs on in.  I don't know how he makes it down the stairs and to our bedroom without hurting himself because he does it with his blanket over his head, like a little crocheted ghost.  During the week, the husband is up by 4 working in his teensy tiny corner office of the bedroom, so he greets the Deli and lets him clamber on up into bed with me.



See the blankie?  All the holes were finally too big to fix.
Grandma had to patch them with fabric.  It's well loved, that blankie.


I think I like sleeping with the little blond boy.  I think.  But do you see how much room he takes?  It's a Queen size bed, and I'm pretty sure he's taking up a Full sized space.  Not much left for Mama!  In theory, sleeping with your kiddos is great, but when you wake up huddled against the wall with a knee in your back, it's not so fun.  

The feathered chickies are good, my baby chickies are better.  Especially since they don't poop on me when I hold them.  

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

All chicken, all the time.

We have chosen official names for the chickies!  May I present,

Peeky (named by Elia), I am unsure of the spelling, as I am unsure to the origin of the name.




Harry (Potter, Josie's boyfriend).  
Let's hope Harry is actually a Harriet, or Voldemort will win this war.  And so will our stomachs.  There is no picture of Josie holding her chick because she looked drunk.  Josie, not the chick.  Can't have drunk children on here, now can we?






And last but not least, Speedy (named by Del).  
 Gonzalez for short.  





Del woke the chickies up this morning with loving squeezes and kisses straight to the beak.  I wasn't even out of bed when he did this.  Sometime before seven I heard loud cheeping coming from the bathroom.  I thought they were just being noisy, but then I heard the Deli telling them that it's ok, shhh, be quiet or mama will hear.  THAT got me out of bed in a hurry.  So there's a couple of new rules for the chicks.  Del must always, always, always wait for mama before touching them.  And no kissing them on the lips, ever.  

We installed a nice little Trio roosting spot which they enjoy quite a bit.  And when it's sunny on the porch, we let them out to enjoy the sun and the carpet.  Until they poop, then it's back in the box for you!  Exactly how we raised our human babies!





I think Harry is my favorite right now.  She seems calmer and plumper and sweeter.  She is quieter in her protests when we pick her up, and all over just adorable.  I'm gushing, I know.  But they are so cute.  You don't even want to know how much time I spent sitting next to their box gazing at the sweet littles today.  Hmmm, maybe we need another baby in the house.  That will solve all our problems!  I kid.  Really.  And somewhere in Michigan City the husband just broke out into a cold, cold sweat. 






And speaking of babies.  I risked life and limb getting a picture of the robin babies for all of you!  Mama robin almost snatched me bald she was so mad.  They're not quite as cute as the chicks, but I'm so glad there are four.  Four eggs, four birdies.  Just right. 




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In other news Josie auditioned for The Secret Garden musical being held here in Chesterton.  She didn't get a part, but I was so proud of her lack of fear and enthusiasm for something new.  We found out yesterday morning that they were holding auditions that night.  Both girls wanted to do it, but when Elia found out that the audition would be on a stage, in front of actual people, she said thanks but no thanks.  Josie found that idea to be "fabulous".  So without practice, without sheet music, we headed over, she (softly and shyly) sang "Hey, Good Lookin'" (her favorite Hank Williams song), she read in a passable English accent, and she went home floating on clouds.  That girl has no fear.  

I love seeing the different personalities of these kiddos unfold.