Valentines day is almost upon us!

Happy engagement anniversary to us today.

That aside, I'm in a mild panic about the upcoming V-day festivities.
Chips for sixth grade?  Check.
 Cards n' stuff for all 5 elementary kids? I *think* I have all the cards and such purchased, but not a one is signed.  Half-way there.
 The real fun is that I'm a room parent for fourth grade.
E-mail "reminders" to our junk food snack, water bottle, and paper goods parents for fourth grade...uh, a little late now.
Healthy snack for fourth grade?  Yeah, I need to go to the store.  I *think* I'm going to do watermelon or strawberry hearts w/ pretzel & cheese arrows. We'll see how that looks in reality, and if it's something I can throw together between 8:15-11am on Thursday morning. 
How about a game to keep the younglings busy after they're done stuffing their faces?  Matching heart pieces with math facts or synonyms. Mmmm. No.  They're a little young to play spin the bottle.  Leaning towards bingo.  We haven't done that yet. Maybe not.  This class is 16:7 boys to girls.  They like active games.  Too bad I can't take them outside for archery practice.  We do have a nerf bow/arrow set.  I'd only need about 10 more, and hope to not get in trouble with the "weapons" policy.
Maybe we could just let them raid their valentines early, or play a ring toss game with heart shaped rings. Hey, that might work!  I could do make that, maybe.  I could use empty soda bottles for the "posts" and make the rings out of...well, I don't know.    Maybe we should just play bingo.  There's really nothing wrong with bingo.

It is finished!

I will post, and post, and post about our eldest sons successful science project until our friends all roll their eyes or start running away.  This was a HUGE milestone for the boy child, because in general,he does not do projects well, or anything that takes a good deal of persistence.

   He's one of those kids where everything always came easy to him.  He didn't see the point in homework since he did well on tests.  His grades were good, what did it matter if he turned everything in, much less everything on time?  Enter middle school.  The party was over.

   He spent most of seventh grade alternating between tears and denial.  This year, something clicked.  He knew something had to change.  He has big dreams and goals for life, and they weren't going to be met if he didn't learn some better habits.  More homework started getting turned in,  but anything that took too much thought still wasn't getting the marks he wanted.  He needed to learn not to rush through things, to slow down and really do his best, because "getting by" wasn't going work anymore.  Enter the science project.

   The seventh grade science project taught him about the "process", but the idea was engineered by an "experiment wizard."  This is eighth grade.  Their honors project was to be an "invention."  They had to find their own problem, and a solution that's not on the market already, ideally without breaking their parents bank accounts.  At first, he was excited.  All he had to do was come up with ten problems, and find a solution for one of them.  Then he started his market research, and realized there aren't a lot of "new" ideas out there.  There was one he thought would work.  I wasn't thrilled, and neither was his teacher...but we both kept our mouths shut and let him finish his research.  He wasn't thrilled either when he realized it wouldn't work, and he was a month behind because he had to start over again.

This was do or die point number one.  In the past, boy child would have given up here...going I can't, or it's too hard...or I'm already late.  Why bother.  This time, he kept looking for an idea.  That idea came from a friend of mine on FB.  She posted a status about wishing she could find a way for her dog to be interested in exercising without her being involved every, single, second...especially when it's cold outside.  She commented about how her dog liked to chase squirrels, but they never stayed around long enough.

The first edition of the idea for the "Exer-Squirrel" was born.  He did his market research.  He did his customer survey.  He was granted teacher and parent approval.  He looked into ways to build the thing.

His first thought was a "track" around a fence line, maybe a slot track like the greyhounds use at the races.

We went shopping.  Slot track was $15 a foot.  Not in this household.  sorry.

How about a regular track, and a remote control vehicle/ or a reversible motor.  Well, we started down that road.  It wasn't cheap either...and the squirrels tail kept getting stuck under the car.  We fixed the squirrel, but realized we needed to protect the track from the elements and possibly animals.  The stuff to encase it that was clear, well....budget strike out #2...not to mention the car issues.

By this point it was about Christmas break.  He had an "I" on his report card.  When he returned, he was kicked out of class until the project paper was completed.  His motivation stepped up a notch.

We consulted an outside "expert", a friend with three dogs who does handy-man work and contracting for a living.  It was becoming clear we'd need real tools to finish this thing, and at that point, we didn't have any.

After some discussion about materials costs, and  how long we "really" needed it to be, boy child settled on a plan.  He scrapped the idea of it traveling all the way around the fenceline, opting for a conveyer belt that ran along one side instead.  We discussed the motor issue, and decided pillaging one out of a fan would be easier than building one, especially since the clock was ticking and he was running out of time.  Granted, there were still some minor road bumps along the way,but he didn't drop the class....and he didn't give up on the project.  He finished it the night before they were scheduled to make their display boards, and turned in his report.  He's back on track.  Here's hoping he stays there.

kinds of kids

I know that people are individuals, but we can't seem to resist grouping them.  I tend to categorize young children by the methods they attempt to self destruct, putting their parents at wits end.This morning on the news there was a story of a motivated, intelligent, three year old who seemed to decide the dog needed to go for a walk, at 4am...and his parents didn't wake up until 4:45.  All I felt for these parents was sympathy.  I'm glad the child was found safe.  I just hope the community around his household doesn't get too judgy.  For the kid was clearly a Houdini child.

I have a friend who had a Houdini child who enjoyed escaping from car-seats.  He somehow managed to live to adulthood, and is still a very creative soul.  My boy number three had a few Houdini moments,but thankfully this wasn't his lifestyle choice.  These kids are 1)smart,2) extremely coordinated for their age and 3)QUIET toddlers.  This kid being awake when a parent is distracted for five minutes, say cooking or nursing; or sleeping, is a challenge to say the least.   These are the people who put leashes on their kids in shopping centers, and people look at the docile child and feel sorry for them.  Except that the third time mom takes her little escape artist to Walmart with his monkey backpack with strap around the waist duct-taped on, he somehow loses her between the cereal aisle and the canned goods.  Fortunately the child is usually pretty easy to find, being a kid....he'll be up on the second level bike rack in toys.

Also among the ranks of kids are those who are "permanently content."  At first, this seems like a blessing.  This baby never cries.  He's compliant and easy to manage as a toddler/preschooler.  He can keep himself occupied for HOURS with anything.  The real parenting quandaries with this child are when 1) something breaks the child is attached to, 2) one needs to find a form of negative discipline that well, works.  Most parents figure out 1) pretty fast.  If the kid doesn't sleep with it, it can just disappear during the night, and he'll look for it in the morning, then shrug it off and play with something else.  If the kid does sleep with it, well, scrappy will eventually be outgrown or the kid will start preschool and you can pull a switch.  There might be some minor resistance the first night, but after that it's smooth sailing.  It's 2) that sends parents over the edge.  Thankfully, since Mr. Contentment is extremely compliant, the p word isn't really an issue all that often.  I have a teenager in this category, and I merely want him to get his schoolwork done on time.  He's really great overall.  His answer to any small  household request from unloading the dishwasher to babysitting a couple of hours is okay.  We have tried many ways to reach him.
Converstation A:
"Do you have any homework?"
"No."
"What about x class?"
"Done."
"Show it to your Dad then."
"Mom." rolls his eyes and retreats to his cave.

Conversation B:
"How is your project going?"
"Fine."
"When is it due?"
"2 weeks ago."

Conversation C;
"That was a fabulous grade you got on your Divergent journal"
Chesire cat smile from boy.
" How do you think we can apply those skills to some of your other schoolwork?"
"I don't know."

Obviously, talking hasn't worked very well.  Last year we took away his electronics.  The thing is, the kid likes to read.  So we took away his leisure books.  He spent his time drawing.  I can't take away his paper and pencils.  He needs those to do his homework!  His father has this temperment too, and I admit, it makes an easy man to live with.

On the other end of the toddler spectrum is "danger baby." No matter how diligent the parent, it only takes a few minutes nursing a younger sibling, using the bathroom, or some other totally unnecessary task for this child to seize his opportunity. These are the quiet, curious kids! (If they were more vocal, we could head off some of their adventures!)  Boy #3 is the poster child for danger baby.  You name it, he's done.  Pushed up a chair to the stove, loaded a pot with wooden utensils and turned it on.  Check.  Climbed out on the roof, in November, NAKED.  Check.  Cut a vacuum cord with kitchen shears while it was plugged in.  check.  Thankfully that last one had a spectacular enough effect he now checks with us before conducting experiments.

I could go on, but I'm sure you all get the idea by now.  Right now I need to go chase monkey boy.  Bet you can guess what his thing is.

It's 2013? Really.

It's 2013.  That means that Mr. Man and I have been together for sixteen years.  It really doesn't feel like it's been that long.  Today was a day that highlighted why I love my husband though.
He is a rock.  Pretty much unwavering.
I'm more like the waves.  I have a lot more ups and downs.  Today was waaay down.
And what crashed me, was a series of events, including a huge emotional tidal wave mid-afternoon.
The rock was still there when I  came back.

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Let me tell you something else about Mr.Man.  I.do.not.control.him.  I don't change his mind either.
Somewhere along the way in our marriage, many people have stoned the messenger so to speak.
This is because he's pretty silent, and averse to conflict....so even when something bugs him he's reluctant to make waves.  Thankfully, we rarely disagree.  A lot of times, I even bend my opinion to his.  Yet somehow, because I'm the "voice" in the relationship most of the time, occasionally people assume I'm the instigator of all opinions, and that my own come first.  Not so.  I am big fan of submission doctrine.  (That is a post for another time.)
He has a friend who can't believe I buy all his clothes.  He hates to shop.  He's given me very specific parameters about his preferences.  I keep the receipts.  He's happier not to mess with it.
He has a relative who believes I "made" his religious views change.  Uh, no.  They "changed" about eight years before I met him.   It's just before I became his connection, he chose not to make them known, because he.hates.conflict.
Anyone else who has any doubts can eat with us for a week....and then ask my parents about how I felt about tomatoes while I was growing up.
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I still have a lot to learn from my husband.  His constant "what will be will be" attitude would be a good place to start. Not everything that's broken needs to be fixed.  After all, "you can still play with it."

January has almost escaped us

  January is often a down-time month for our family.  A bit of a rest from the hurry scurry that builds up from August through December.  I like having a built in "break" in the family schedule.  It's kind of like having a "sabbath month," if you will.  I do have another "sabbath" month, usually it's June or July....depending on the kids summer camp schedule.
   This morning, Mr. Man went to work to pick up a pager.  I have a rare couple of hours alone in the house.  Normally, this would be energizing, and I would be on a housework frenzy with music blasting...but this is January, and above mentioned man has been sick the last three days.   I am choosing to take this morning to dwell in the quiet, to find balance and restore my soul.
   Dwell in the quiet.  We all need time to dwell in our quiet places.  As a mother of six children, sometimes I almost forget what that is, because children are noise.  Most of the time, I love that noise.  I love hearing them play a game together, working out the rules among themselves.  I love to hear their laughter, the doors slamming in indoor games of hide-and-seek, and the puns flying across the dinner table.  I love the bustle and busyness of it all.  I love their freshness, their enthusiam for the day-to-day, whether it's the roasted brussel sprouts with bacon we had with dinner or that there's a new book or craft kit on the table.  I would not trade my life for any other.
    Even when I do find quiet, rarely do I have time just to dwell/or live in the stillness of the moment, for children are also motion.  Coordinating schedules for a family of our size is almost a full time job.   The quiet in the car after dropping them off is nice sometimes, but I'm still doing, still focusing on "what's next" most of the time.  From the time I pick up littlest man from kindergarten at eleven, the rest of my day is on "go!"  Go to the park so he can work out his wiggles.  Go to the store or the library.  Go home and get snack ready for when the big kids walk in the door.  Go pick up our sixth grader.  Go to rehearsals, scouts, ballet, or church.  Just keep on going.   By the time everyone is settled and my husband and I both have time to stop, it's often time for us to be in bed too.  He reads.  I play games on my phone.  We just relish the half hour or so of just being together.  We dwell.  This morning, I am alone.  It's just me and God.  I need to make more time for just "us" to dwell too.

Everything is beautiful at the ballet

    Just about anyone that knows we exist knows our second son is in the Nutcracker with the Kansas City Ballet at Kauffman.  My mommy heart has just about burst with love and pride in our son, and how he's grown through this experience.   Yet, while part of me today is going, "Yay!  Only three shows left!"  part of me is also deeply saddened that this magical experience is almost over for my child.
     Here in this little space I need first to thank the Company.  The unconditional acceptance of who he is, along with the attention they paid to him, is a great deal of what made this experience magical for my son. This statement especially applies to those men who have been fathers to my son in family three.  Not a day of rehearsal with the company went by where those men weren't what put the shine in my son's eyes as he bounded out to the car from rehearsal.
"Mom, today he picked me up!"
"Mom, today he just put a hand on my shoulder."
"Mom, I think they like my jokes."
   Another piece of what made this magical was seeing my son "fitting in" with other children.  Anyone who has a child who marches to their own drum will understand what I mean by this statement.  It has been a joy to be in line, waiting to pick him up, and see him sitting on the wall with his 3DS, sharing it with his "sister".  It has been a joy to hear about how these kids support each other unconditionally in the dressing rooms and on the stage.   What I have not heard is a joy too.  I have not heard about cliques, or bullying, or isolation...just about support, and kindness, and joy.
    Perhaps the most important part of this experience though has been watching my son mature.  He has always been a perfectionist, to the point of pain.  Through this experience he has started to learn it's okay to let go sometimes and just live to enjoy life and revel in  each moment.  He is a child who has always felt "different", but has learned to accept himself and that it take those small differences to make a complete work of art.  He has learned optimism, and his own strength.  Just last night he walked up to me flexing his arm and poking at a new little arch.  "Mom, what's that? Huh? What's that?"
"It looks like a muscle to me."
"Exactly!  I'm getting strong."
Yes you are, my son.  Yes you are.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

around Momma M's house.  We have our tree up, lights on the front of the house, and greens wrapped around the front porch banisters.  The kids have made the ornaments, and the gel clings are waiting to be put on the windows.
Before we started all this, I had the emotional battle of the ages.  What to do with Grandma's old oak round dining table?   We have justified it sitting in our living room these last few months by calling it a "library table."  It is right next to a floor to ceiling bookshelf after all.
When we bought my bright and shiny "new to me" table for my birthday in September we vowed that table would be out of the house by November 1st.   I  offered it to family right away.  I gave them the Nov. 1st pick-it-up-or-else deadline,  but no one had the magic combo of space & transportation.  So in my living room the table sat.  Then it started showing it's usefulness.  For starters, it gave people a place to temporarily park stuff like homework and mail by the door so our "real" dining table could be used for dining.  Then I had guests over a couple times in November, and it served as a beverage station. Kids played games on it on Saturday afternoons.  It seemed to have found a new role in our life.  Suddenly, Thanksgiving had flown by and I needed to get the tree up!  There was no way our huge tree and that table could both be in our living space.  It was time for one or the other to give.  Clearly it was time for the table to go, but no I just couldn't do it.  So we now have a 4.5 tree on top of a white lace tablecloth on our "library" table.  The ornaments the kids made are scattered around it.  The gel clings for the windows are resting under it. There might be a stray headband, or piece of homework or two, but it fits us.  My only thought after was "why didn't I think of this when we had toddlers?"