Own It

I am seeing a common theme among the youth today…the fear of new things, present, even, in my own children. Sometimes it comes across as perfectionism. Sometimes it is indecisiveness. Always, it has an underlying element of fear…fear of failure, fear of the unknown, fear of imperfection. It is ultimately the fear of moving forward and, to me, it is a guaranteed way to squash dreams and potential.  But I say have no fear, children! Take a chance. Try, try, try!  Whether it’s applying for a new job, learning a new skill, mastering the alphabet, or conquering a skid steer, face it head on and with gusto!  Perfection is a myth, but you can always achieve your best. And most of all, enjoy the journey, because even the best planners travel into the unknown many times en route to their destination.  We just aren’t meant to automatically and instantaneously know it all.  That is part of humanity.  That is life….our giant, ongoing classroom.  Live it.  Love it.  Learn from it….always.  And now for a little motivation….


Have the courage to fail.

If the possibility of failure is what stands in your way, then you will surely succeed…
At failing.

If the time it takes to achieve your goals is “too much”, then you will have too much time to contemplate all you have not achieved.

If you avoid a certain path because it seems “too hard”, you merely idle; blazing no trail at all.

Embrace the unknown.

Take the risks.

Relish the struggles.

Life has many lessons to offer, both pleasant and harsh.

LEARN from them all.

Nothing worthwhile comes without a measure of time, effort, uncertainty and hardship,
and all have the potential for failure.

Never let that potential keep you from reaching yours.

It is the act of achieving BY overcoming that makes a thing worthwhile.

That is where self-esteem, purpose and happiness originate…through the effort it takes to reach a goal,
not in the goal itself.

In all you do,
for all your dreams, goals, desires and aspirations…
don’t give up, or put off, or back out.

Keep moving forward.

Keep rising to the challenges you will inevitably face.

For life’s measures are in those challenges,
and through them you will learn to find joy in pain, achievement through failure, and worth in doing.

You will know that you spent your time wisely.

After all, what better measure of a successful life is there than one where time was truly well-spent?

Have the courage to fail.

Have the courage…


Apology to the Masses

I thought I would post some of our activities over the past couple of weeks in an attempt to assuage the guilt I feel that comes from knowing that my children lead such isolated; uneducated lives. I have listened to the naysayers out there that believe homeschoolers are not only thinking outside of the box…a dangerous perspective, to be sure…but that we are also dooming our children to a life of isolation, keeping them from those valuable experiences that school brings.

Oh, I hear you great mob of society.  I type this here, now, in a fit of anxiety, with a fair dose of hand-wringing, knowing that you must be correct. How in the world can I teach my children anything of value if I am not a certified teacher? I only went through the entire educational system myself, but that clearly can’t account for any learning or knowledge to pass on, though I completely understand how it is an adequate, nay…superior educational foundation for my children over anything I could possibly teach them.  Naturally a sterile environment that shows a picture of, say, the life cycle of a butterfly is by far a better method to reach understanding of the process than actually watching a butterfly go from egg, to larva, to pupa and ultimately bursting out in all it’s glory into full-grown flight.

How will my children ever LEARN?!

And lets not forget about the socialization!  Oh…the socialization. I hang my head in shame. My children are terribly alone, with no way to learn how to interact in an environment with children of their own age all doing the same thing at the same time. Alas, I have only been able to provide them with a strong family bond, friends of all ages that they must learn to cooperate with, and a gamut of real-life instructors that not only do, but teach, as well.


I truly lament how sheltered they have become and it is high time I take some responsibility for this fact.  I now admit to you all that my children have learned to take life into their own hands and mold it and shape it to be what works best for them, rarely resembling anything mainstream. I plead forgiveness and understanding from the mainstream not to judge too harshly that my children have not learned to blindly follow the pack like so many other automatons have done.

How could I raise free-thinkers like these? Have I no shame?!! Surely, we must be doing it all wrong. After all, the masses usually know what’s best, right?  It can’t possibly be education if kids are, gasp…enjoying it, right?  Right?

Hmmm….maybe the proverbial “they” are correct, after all.  Oh, how could I have let this happen?


IMG_8487Apple picking at the orchard.  I’m sure there is no educational value in this whatsoever.  What a waste of our time!

IMG_8485Just look at those poor, sad, unsocialized faces.

IMG_8529All in at Devil’s Lake.  No suits needed, apparently.  I now see how “weird” my kids are.  That is totally unacceptable and I’m sure this sort of free-spirited attitude will have long-standing repercussions well into adulthood.

IMG_8513Learning how to row…not as easy as it looks, but I’m sure they could have figured that out from watching someone else do it instead…in a picture…in a textbook.




IMG_8490Apple orchard bounty.  This can only lead to no good.


IMG_8541Better start making some apple things!  Sigh…see what I mean about “no good”?  Just more time-consuming stuff getting in the way of “education”.


IMG_8556Putting the final touches on the card they made together (to give to a non-existent friend for his birthday party, since, you know, homeschoolers don’t have friends.)


IMG_8596Trip to a llama farm where we received instruction from a veterinarian on all manner of farm life and llama care.  (It’s certainly too bad we only had the experience of the veterinarian; farm owner to teach the kids at the site, rather than a textbook.  That would have been so much better.)


IMG_8595Oops.  Missing those opportunities to make friends again.  My poor awkward children.





IMG_8707Field trip to Norskadelen, a Norwegian settlement site, as part of our hands-on learning of pioneer life.  I know.  I know.  What could they possibly gain from this?  Is she frolicking?!!



IMG_8690Look closely.  We’ll see this again later…in miniature.



















IMG_8708Oh, and one mustn’t forget about all that free time my kids get to do things that are fun, creative and just plain interesting to them.  Goodness knows there isn’t a lick of research to show that kids need that!  Ugh.  Those should be workbooks.


Avatar 4 elementsAnd because my kids got into a spurt watching Avatar: The Last Airbender…terrible parent that I am…I took the opportunity to impart a little fantasy-to-reality by letting them draw, talk about elements, write, spell and read…all while skipping that stuffy indoor classroom.  What will become of these kids?  I think the damage I’ve done must surely be irreparable.




IMG_8722Ah, and here we go with that creativity run amok again!  Oh, and violence.  I’ve allowed the promotion of violence as my daughter studiously gathered “ingredients” and wrapped them up in homemade leaf-bombs to prepare for a war with those imaginary friends of hers that were visiting later.



IMG_8737And another sad attempt at haphazard “learning”:  making nature inspired owls, after we tried our hand at baking up some yummy cinnamon-sugar owls that morning.  We even read a few books on owls and had some writing practice…”O is for owl”.  Alas, this didn’t come as part of a full unit of directed study, so I’m sure it doesn’t count.










IMG_8756In a timely fashion, going along with our pioneer theme, we were lucky enough to get genuine buggy rides from a friend’s family.  The kids got to run on the farm with a variety of animals and even saddle up and ride a horse, but I’m sure none of that compares with riding on a school bus every day.









Horseback Riding

Horseback Riding (1)

Horseback Riding (2)

Horseback Riding (3)


And with all that pesky free-time I allow them…

IMG_8422A pioneer covered wagon,



IMG_8807some lovely llama pictures,


Homemade ice cream (1)

Homemade ice creamenjoying pioneer-style homemade ice-cream that they vigorously made (shook) themselves,


Lincoln Log Pioneer Homestead (11)

Lincoln Log Pioneer Homestead (10)Look familiar?


Lincoln Log Pioneer Homestead (8)

Lincoln Log Pioneer Homestead (7)and creation of a pioneer village.

How dull and uneducational.  There must be better ways to gauge whether or not my girls have gleaned anything from all these trips and things they’ve been taking.  I know…standardized testing!

Yes, my poor, unsocialized, uneducated, friendless kids taught by their ignorant, free-spirited mother and an even more layman group of educators in their fields.  I can clearly see now that I must really be doing them severe harm by choosing this homeschooling lifestyle.   😉

Whirlwind Vacation – South Dakota

Over the summer, we had an opportunity to take a short vacation to South Dakota.  We took our time getting there.  Two days drive there, two days drive home and two days to actually spend in the area of our vacation.  After all, there were 6 of us piled in the car and me, being pregnant and all, made for frequent stops and roadside stretches.  So, we decided to make the most of all that and sight-see along the way.  It’s amazing what you can cram in during a short time when you map it all out and scoot from morning til dusk.  It was tiring, but well-worth it all.  I only wish we had more time to enjoy there.  South Dakota is a beautiful area with such a diverse landscape that I often found myself just staring out the windows in admiration.

Day 1

First stop, Sioux Falls, where there was a lovely park aptly named Falls Park.  It was beautiful, but it was also a very hot, muggy day out, so we weren’t there terribly long before continuing on our journey.  The kids had a blast there, though, wanting to climb on all manner of dangerous ledges.







Picture the roar of the roar that accompanies the awesome power of such a water formation!








Day 2

Next stop, the Mitchell Corn Palace in the morning…a unique place celebrating all things corn.  Every year, artists map out new pictures to cover the walls of the palace.  It’s fascinating.  The inside, however, is mostly a giant, albeit decently priced, gift shop.










Next we stopped off at the 1880 Town, which was very cool.  We had lunch inside an actual railcar.  The barn housed paraphernalia from the movie set, “Dances With Wolves”, which was filmed nearby.  The town had original and refurbished buildings and was essentially laid out as it was over 100 years ago.







IMG_7904This guy was great!  We carried on a nice conversation with him about the beauty of simplicity.





Is it just me or is that a radioactive symbol?  That just makes me think of toxic salt.



I want a playhouse that mimics this schoolhouse someday.  It’s so darn cute!



We actually hit the Badlands on this day, too, before arriving at or cabin in Rapid City.  Because we also stopped in the Badlands on the way out, I’ve just grouped all those pictures together.

Day 3

We hit up the Reptile Gardens, which boasts housing the worlds deadliest snake, among other things.  This was good fun for the kids, too.  There was plenty to see, including a few shows.








Next up was Bear Country.  It is a large, privately owned reserve that housed free-roaming bears, among other animals.  It was really neat to see the bears just wandering about, blocking cars at their whim.  Some even acted as sentries, guarding the gates, making it difficult and a slow-going process to pass.  It was hilarious.










We made a pretty quick stop at Cosmos Mystery Area, which seemed to have strange anomalies with the way things behaved there.  The trees would grow and bend in multiple directions and things seemed to take on impossible characteristics, such as water running uphill.  Optical illusions played their part, but I have to admit, that there is a very strong pull inside the shack.  It was difficult to walk through and I even felt a little strained and nauseous once it was all done.  In retrospect, pregnancy was probably not the best time to check that place out.  It was neat, though, for sure.









Last stop of the day:  Mount Rushmore.  The girls, as young as they are, didn’t get the full significance of this, as we did, but still had a good time.  They probably enjoyed running up and down the steps of the outdoor amphitheater the most.









Day 4

We hopped on the 1880s Train and took a nice scenic ride through the countryside.  It was relaxing and lovely to see so much of the beauty of the surrounding nature, but I think the girls would have been perfectly content with about half the ride of what we actually got.  I concede that it was pretty long without anything very exciting happening.
















After our train ride, we head on down to the Crazy Horse monument.  It was also very interesting to see, knowing that when (if) this ever reaches completion, it will be an awesome sight, dwarfing Mt. Rushmore in size.  We spent quite a while here, simply because there was such a massive museum area…a lot to explore.  There was also a nice show put on by a local Sioux, who incidentally told a different perspective about the Battle of Little Bighorn.








Doesn’t Tater Tot just look so excited here?


Bison or buffalo or whatever, just out roaming the plains.

Last stop of the day:  Mammoth Springs.  It was fascinating to see the actual excavation area with mammoth bones, among other creatures.  Silly me, though, didn’t take a single picture of the excavation site.  Don’t know what I was thinking, so only museum stuff for sharing our memories.  Oh well.








The girls brought back a meteorite-type thing that they could excavate and find the treasure inside.  They really enjoyed this and chipped away determinedly at that thing for quite a while.  Tater Tot had the focus of a paleontologist.


Day 5

On our way back home.  We stopped off at Wall Drug, apparently a kitschy place that we “just couldn’t miss”, according to others.  It was a decent place to eat and a great place to spend money, if we were so inclined.  My son got himself a Katana sword there.  Go figure.












Our final scenic stop on the way home:  The Badlands, round two.  On our way in, we drove through and stopped off at the top of the hills and it gave me heart palpitations just picturing one of my kiddos slipping down one of the crumbly sides of the steep rocks.  I was a bit of a nervous wreck and suggested climbing from the bottom, which we did on our way out.  This was probably the favorite activity for all four kids of all the things we did on our vacation.  Did I mention my kids really, REALLY enjoy climbing?















And that was pretty much the extent of our super-short, cram-packed, fun-filled family vacation.  We highly recommend it to anyone, but remember…enjoy the journey and it will become part of the destination.  🙂

First day of school?

Well, today marked the official first day of school for our district, but I feel as though it is a bit of a misnomer…at least when discussing homeschooling, and even more so, unschooling.  It’s not as though my kids were home all summer and then this was the day I shipped them off for the start of their school year.  In fact, the way we do things around here, we never really stopped our “schooling”, or rather, our learning, all summer.  It just sort of keeps going, ebbing and flowing with our lives.  However, Boo Bear has requested to do 4K this year, which is a 4 day a week, 3 hour a day program, where she rides a bus to her school each day and enters a structured program with more little ones her age.  She loves this and I think much of it is because she is my middle girl.  It is one thing she realizes she can have in which her older and younger sisters can’t partake.  It’s a thing all her own and she relishes it.  So, why deny her?  Truth be told, I’d rather her just stay home, but I also can’t deny that it cuts down on the potential for sibling arguments and attention-grabbing for just a few hours on those days, and that’s not so bad.

In any case, as far as state standards go, Boo Bear was starting her first day of 4K and Tater Tot was beginning her first day of 2nd grade.  As we move frequently and state standards vary, I figure it behooves me to at least keep track of these labels, though we really don’t put much concern into grade levels around here.

But, I digress…again.  We decided to mark the day with a couple of “school year” pictures and just had fun.  It was a long day and I nearly didn’t realize it was time to start making dinner by the time our activities were completed.  So, here’s a look at our day:

3:30am – Why on God’s green Earth am I awake now?  Why?  Hmm, could it be that Sweet Pea has made her way into the bed again and has been restless, pushing and shoving me on my sliver of bed all night?  Oh look…even better, she has migrated to the head of my bed and has…yes, that’s definitely what I feel…peed on my pillow.  Awesome.  Might as well get up.  Note to self:  try to actually remember to pull sheets from the bed after she wakes up.


4:00am – Finally get out of bed.  (Okay, so I really didn’t want to get up yet, but couldn’t go back to sleep.  Of course.)

4:30am – Tiptoe out of the bathroom, dressed and feeling pretty energized despite the horrid hour.

4:35am – Scroll through e-mails, Facebook and the weather for the day.

4:45am – Decide I’m going to give the girls a super nutritious, energy-boosting, special breakfast for the first day of school.  Head out to pick up some Dunkin’ Donuts.

4:52am – Arrive at Dunkin’ Donuts.  The drive-thru is open, but the doors don’t open for another 8 minutes.  Well, I must go in.  How else can I stare at the massively overwhelming selection of stuff and attempt to contain my drool long enough to tell the girl at the counter to give me about twice as much stuff as we can possibly actually eat this morning?

4:55am – Decide to run to Wal-Mart to get the black ink I need for the printer.  Head back to Dunkin’ Donuts.

5:10am – Yes I’ll have 3 sprinkles, a couple of chocolates, some sugar-coated, etc. etc…this will give us a good flat dozen.  Oh, but hmm, I think we will get a 50 count of those filled donut holes, too…and a large iced coffee.  (My kidney stones are back.  Coffee is a big culprit.  I am pregnant.  Little Man certainly doesn’t need it.  But.  But.  It’s 5:00 A. M.!  And there’s donuts!  Okay, just this one time.)  What?  Oh, yes.   That’ll be it.  Oooh.  What’s that?  Iced apple cider.  Sounds yummy.  I bet Bubby would like that.  Ah, okay.  Yeah, give me one of those, too.  A large.  Whew, finally.  That is plenty!  Ring me up, girlfriend.  Wait…are those coconut-covered donuts….?

5:30am – Back home.  Chat with hubby for a bit.  Look at Facebook a little more.  Go ahead and eat some of these heart-cloggers and sip my oh-so-bad-but-oh-so-good coffee.  Remind myself to relish in this moment because it’s not going to happen often.  Start running through my mental list and adding to look up Dandy Brew or something of the sort and try out the fake stuff sometime.

6:00am – Head into the girls’ room and give Boo Bear a little morning snuggle-tickle wake up call.  She is excited and it doesn’t take her long to wake.  Sweet Pea senses from the room on the other side of the house that people are awake and comes in to join us.

6:08am – A little more snuggle time on the couch to finish waking up and a diaper (and full-clothing change) for Sweet Pea.  Oh yeah, she peed.  Remember to get those sheets.

6:15am – Girls are excitedly picking out their donuts and happily stuffing their faces.  I think I can already see their pupils dilating.  Look for a small insulated bag to hold Boo Bear’s daily water and snack.  Find a perfect one meant for baby bottles, but it just seems so plain.  Ask Boo Bear if she would like Mommy to decorate it for her, receiving an affirmative.  Get the paint markers and draw a flower as per Boo Bear’s specifications.  Tater Tot comes out of the room, having heard everyone (or sensed a craft going on) and asks to do some decorating, too.  Later they can all decorate, if they want, I tell her, but we need to get ready now.  She spies the donuts and excitedly fixes herself a plate.


6:35am – Girls get themselves ready.  There are teeth to be brushed, knots to untangle, clothes to put on, shoes to find, and a backpack to inspect.  I check the clock.  Amazingly, all seems to be running smoothly so far.  Time to take a few pictures!




7:00am – Girls are good to go for the day.  Daddy comes up and informs us he has decided to stay home long enough to see Boo Bear onto the bus this morning.  Pack up energy balls made a couple days ago and a bottle of water and feel good that I have a semi-nutritious snack to send with Boo Bear to school.  Ignore the fact that these also have some sugar in them.

7:10am – We all head out front to play in the driveway and wait for the 7:15 school bus.


7:35am – The school bus pulls to the curb.  Daddy has looked at his watch about 6 times between going outside and now.  It takes a while to iron out all the kinks of establishing a route, plus all the parents are slowing it down to ask questions and take pictures and all that.  What?  Yeah, I hear ya.  Hang on a second while I pose my child and take a picture of her at the bus steps.


7:42am – Daddy runs inside to take a shower.  I grab my purse and the school supplies I didn’t realize I was supposed to bring during the open house and hop into the car to head to the preschool.  I did tell my daughter I would see her in on her first day, after all, but figured she should start her routine of riding the bus.

7:50am – Arrive at the school.  The bus still isn’t there.  Take the time to talk to the director about whether or not it’s possible to NOT have Boo Bear in school on certain days.  Breath a sigh of relief when I am told it’s whatever works for us…apparently much more flexible than when they start “actual school”, which she won’t be doing next year, by the way.  Happy to know that Boo Bear can now continue to attend our homeschool co-op every other Thursday, which includes really great field trips.

8:05am – Bus finally arrives and little ones unload.  I peek out the window and see Boo Bear standing (mostly) in line, smashing little berries she has pulled off the nearby bush.  She looks up and sees me and breaks into a huge, Mom-heart-swelling grin.


8:10am – Pose for a picture with Boo Bear for the director.  Help her find her hook and begin establishing her routine of folder and food out and into the cubby, name tag on, hands washed and finding an open table with something cool to play with sitting on it.

8:15am – Give another hug and well-wishes for a good day.  Take another picture from the hall and give another wave.


8:23am – Back home.  Daddy is already at work.  Sweet Pea is crying because Daddy didn’t change her poopy diaper and instead walked out about 10 seconds after saying he was going to change it, according to Tater Tot.  Mommy explains (in kid-friendly terms) Daddy’s ADD must have kicked in.  Change poo.

8:30am – Clean up the kitchen and empty the dishwasher from the night before.  Actually remember to strip the sheets and get them into the wash.  Bubby makes his way upstairs and grabs some donuts.  Show him that he has cider, too…well, half the cup, because it is really yummy, so I’m keeping some.

9:00am – See that it’s a nice day and think we should do something fun outside.  Start looking for a blog post with an activity I remember that I think would be fun.  Gather up the supplies for that.  Go see if the oldest and youngest want to work on my proposal, reminding myself not to even mention the word “math” in the delivery.  See that they are engrossed in felt crafting and decide not to disturb their already directive, focused play.  Tater Tot is making some pretty nice accessories for her scene.


9:10am – Loaded the new ink into the printer and printed out pioneer activity sheets for the craft we are doing in our co-op class this week.  Make another mental note that I will need to make the old-fashioned molasses cakes tomorrow or early Thursday morning.  Look all over the house for the special cutting tool that I know will make cutting the Oregon Trail much easier.  Finally find it in the first place I looked, initially overlooked.  Finish prepping the craft and get it all together in a folder.  Feeling pretty darn efficient this morning, overall. Bubby heads out to work.


10:00am – (or thereabouts)  Girls are still happily engrossed in their chosen activities.  Figure there isn’t really enough time to do the math activity I planned before I have my 11:20 OB appointment, so decide to just wait until I get back from that.  Besides, then Boo Bear can do it with us.  Contact my friend that has agreed to come over and watch the girls and get Boo Bear off the bus for me.  Piddle around on the computer a little more.

11:00am – Friend comes over and her girls and my girls promptly increase energy and octave levels three-fold.  Chat for a minute, grab the cider and head to the car.  Accidentally spill the cider on my garage steps, proceed with a G-rated curse because, well, I REALLY wanted that cider.  It was so good.  Mentally brush it off. Hey…it’s been a good day so far.  No crying over spilled cider and all that.

11:22am – Only a few minutes late for check-in, despite the cider incident.  Speaking of cider…I wonder if it would be rude to get another one before I go home?  Nah, I can wait. Besides, I just asked my friend to watch the kids for the appointment, not for me to get a crave fix.

11:55am – The appointment was short and all looks well.  Run (not literally, of course) upstairs to the PT department to pick up my, um, belly sling thing, to alleviate all the swelling going on down there this pregnancy.  They are out to lunch from 11:45-12:15.  Of course.  Shrug and tell myself I can pick it up some other time.  I don’t feel like waiting.

12:05pm – Back home.  The kids are all out back playing, pulling each other around in the work wagon that they made into a “covered wagon” the other day.  They are out in the field again pretending to be explorers/ settlers of the prairie.  Boo Bear is home.  Ask her how her day went and receive a happy reply.  She had fun and made friends and all that good stuff.  My friend hung out just a little bit more before taking her littlin’ home for a nap.


12:15pm – Inside to make lunches that we eat outside because it is such a nice day.  Opened up the the patio umbrella and watched a poor little disturbed bat fly away haphazardly, clearly out of his element in the broad daylight.  The girls were fascinated by all the moths that were tucked up in there, too.  Sweet Pea yelled at them to go away, to no avail, and Tater Tot hypothesized that the bat liked it there because there were so many moths to feed on.

12:35pm – Cleaned up the lunch stuff and sent Tater Tot out with some chalk to prepare for our next activity.  The girls created quite a lot of art in the short time I was in.



We decided to do our project in the driveway instead, where there was still space to draw, but a lot more direct sunlight.  Had Tater Tot measure out and tape off areas for an orthogonal hypercube.  It took a little trial and error and adjustments to get our angles right, but we pretty much got it in the end.  Halfway through, as the sun really started to heat up and I was mentally lamenting that we didn’t either a) do this in the morning or b) have any more room on the shady back patio, Tater Tot suggested some juice pops, so we went inside and grabbed some.  I worked on the last of the taping off of the ‘cube while the girls slurped away on their quickly melting pops.  At some point, Tater Tot went back in and also got out the last of a milkshake she had from the other day (that was frozen solid and they ate more like a popsicle held up by the straw).  Somewhere in my mind it registered that this was even more sugar for the day, but I let it slide.


1:10p – Boo Bear went inside at some point and didn’t come back out.  I figure maybe she just got too hot, but I go check on her to be sure.  I will save her the dignity of the accompanying picture (which of course I had to take), but will share the scene.  Poor little thing went in to poo, which she did, but must have been so tuckered out from her day that she fell asleep on the potty, her head leaned over onto a nearby step stool.  I giggle, take said picture, then proceed to wipe poopy booty.  She wakes then and gets a second wind, opting to go back out and finish her chalk drawings, rather than finish up a nap somewhere, more, um, comfortable.



1:20p – Back outside.  Tater Tot and I color in the rest of our ‘cube and the girls get to pull away the tape for the great reveal.  There were oohs and aahs and I think it turned out pretty sweet, although time consuming, and I was definitely getting a little (okay a lot) on the sweaty side.


I informed the girls that there was a second half of the project and to meet me in back while I got the supplies together.  In the back, we set up an area and I pulled out the toothpicks and marshmallows and explained that we were going to make two cubes and put them together.  This activity, I knew, would be a winner, because any time they get to use marshmallows to make something they get to eat the marshmallow creation they make.  (Yes.  I know!  Sugar, sugar, sugar.  I swear it isn’t usually like this!)  Sweet Pea stuck a few marshmallows with toothpicks, then quickly decided that the toothpicks seemed pretty unnecessary in the endeavor to eat the marshmallows.  Boo Bear made a nice creation that started out looking mostly like a cube.  Tater Tot made her cubes and then I instructed her on how to connect them.  Once complete, I tried very hard to twist and maneuver that thing to lay down into the one dimensional pattern we drew, but had no luck, so I just showed them the blog where I got the idea and that family’s success.  The girls then ate their creations (and apparently the rest of the bag, too, I realized a bit too late).




3:00pm or something – Time is sort of blurring into one long project now.  I clean up from the marshmallow mess and the girls start coloring and building their own backyard “tables” and such, off in Pretendville again.



3:40pm – Somehow time just keeps getting away from me.  Realize how late it is and rush in to figure out what to do for dinner.  Throw together a curry chicken, broccoli, noodle bake and stick it in the oven.  Decide that I’m actually getting exhausted about now and probably swollen to double my size, so I lay down for a few minutes and prop my feet up.  Shortly thereafter, hear the neighbor come over to play in back with the girls.

4:20pm – The girls get bored in our yard and ask to go play in the neighbor’s yard.  I relax a bit more, then get dishes out for dinner, while listening to kiddos scream happily from across the street.

5:00pm – Dinner is ready.  Scoop out the girls’ to cool.  Daddy comes home.  Bubby comes home.  Decide to let the girls play a little longer before calling them home for dinner.  I eat, because I feel like I’m starving for some reason, and have some uninterrupted talk time with hubby before the girls come home.

5:40pm or thereabouts – The girls come home and sit down for dinner, which they barely eat.  Not surprised, really. The curry turned out a bit strong and I’m sure they are filled with sugar now. Never mind how picky they can be to begin with.  Whatever.  Decide not to stress about it as long as they don’t start whining about being hungry later.

6:20pm – Time is getting away from me again.  Cleaning up from dinner and realizing the girls still need a shower.  Get them wrangled in there, stressing to make sure they wash their hair too!  Finish the kitchen clean-up and realize I never put the sheets in the dryer.  Run downstairs to do so only to thankfully see that Bubby has done that for me and they are already dry.  Put his load of clothes in the dryer and stick my pillow in to wash next.  Go make the bed.

7:15pm – It’s later than I wanted to get the kids to bed, but not too bad.  Attempt to see if Sweet Pea and Tater Tot will sleep in the same bed if I lay with them for a moment, only to realize after a lot of alternate giggling and shoving that it wasn’t happening.  (It was worth a shot.  It would be nice if Sweet Pea would get back out of my bed again.  At least she could sleep in her own crib in our room through one full night.  That would be great.  Please!)  Take Sweet Pea to our bed and lay with her for about 5 minutes, then tell her I need to get Tater Tot ready for bed.  Cross fingers that she doesn’t cry when I walk out of the room.  Let out held breath when her exhaustion or rare moment of acquiescence allows my departure without fuss.  Go back in to big girls’ room and give Boo Bear another kiss and tuck her in.  Back out on the couch for a little reading, while Tater Tot makes another scene…sort of a Halloweenish one…on the felt board.  She has been mentally rushing Halloween the past few days, excitedly thinking of costumes and making holiday crafts.


8:15pm – Get Tater Tot tucked into bed.  Feel bad that we didn’t have stories tonight, but it’s just been a long day.  Turn on “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie and Other Stories” cd for her to listen to.

8:22pm – Read a little more Facebook and post some pictures of our day in an unschool thread asking for just that.  Realize I’m not going to last much longer tonight.

9ish pm – Daddy and I both head to bed.  I lay there for a while waiting for my mind to catch up with the exhaustion of my body, mentally voicing my silent ritualistic pleading of, “Please let Sweet Pea sleep through the night, preferably in her own bed, and turn my brain off so I can sleep, and let me not have to pee 20 times tonight…oh, and don’t let me wake at some inhumane hour again.  Please.”

And our super, happy fun-filled day is complete.  Bonus:  Everyone slept great!  :0)

Confession. I get high. A lot.

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I have to confess something.  For so long now, I have been suffering the side effects from a substance that I willingly injected into my body.  I knew full well the long list of these potential, and even probable, side effects before I did it and I did it anyway.  I don’t even feel guilty about it.  I mean, my goodness…I should, shouldn’t I?  After all, I have a family to consider!  I allowed this deterioration of my body and all to get another fix!  Why would I subject myself to this:

  • abdominal discomfort/ pressure/ tenderness
  • acne
  • allergies
  • anemia
  • backache
  • bleeding gums
  • blood clots
  • blurry vision
  • breast leakage/ enlargement/ tenderness
  • buttock and leg pain
  • carpal tunnel syndrome
  • clumsiness
  • constipation
  • cramping
  • depression
  • diabetes
  • dizziness/ faintness
  • strange/ scary/ vivid dreams
  • enlarged/ varicose veins
  • excessive bleeding
  • excessive salivation
  • excessive vomiting/ nausea
  • extreme pain
  • eye changes
  • fatigue
  • fluctuating body temperature
  • fluctuating emotions
  • fluid leakage
  • food aversions/ cravings/ hunger
  • forgetfulness
  • gas/ bloating
  • gum disease
  • headaches
  • heartburn
  • hemorrhoids
  • hip pain
  • increased heart rate
  • increased susceptibility to infection/ sickness
  • insomnia/ increased restlessness
  • irrational fears
  • itchiness
  • loss of bodily functions
  • loss of desire
  • mood swings
  • mucous discharge
  • muscle cramps
  • navel soreness
  • nosebleeds
  • pelvic pressure
  • perineal aching
  • perspiration
  • pubic bone pain
  • rashes
  • rectal bleeding
  • red palms/ soles
  • rib tenderness
  • round ligament pain
  • sensitivity to smells
  • shortness of breath
  • skin tags/ skin changes/ skin darkening
  • snoring
  • stuffy nose
  • swelling
  • thirst
  • urinary tract infections
  • urinating frequently
  • urine leakage
  • vaginal bleeding

This list isn’t even exhaustive!  And, to make matters worse, that’s not only while the foreign substance remains in the body.  Eventually, the body expels it, which is a painful process where the body goes through the worst type of withdrawal.  Then….THEN…as if that weren’t enough, comes the post-trauma, long-term side effects, which range from mild to severe and can last YEARS!  These can vary so broadly from person to person, that you can’t even predict what will specifically happen to you!  Here are just a few that have been documented (not in alphabetical order):

  • irrational fears
  • sleeplessness
  • forgetfulness
  • depression
  • feelings of self-doubt
  • constant worry about the future
  • comprehension issues
  • inability to sustain one continuous thought at random points in time
  • feeling overwhelmed
  • feeling incompetent
  • more nightmares
  • anxiety
  • difficulty functioning at previous level of ability
  • stress
  • AND completely unknown potential future side effects!

And on and on it goes!  You must be judging me now.  I know you are.  Who could blame you?  Why would I, a relatively sane person with obligations and responsibilities, choose to subject myself to such a long list of side effects and truly life-changing repercussions?  And to make matters worse, this isn’t my first time.

But, before you judge me too harshly, please let me explain what I get from this.

It is the best high ever.

I’m talking a truly mind-altering, full-on euphoria.  I can feel the most love I’ve ever felt and want to dole it out it in equal kind.  I feel a new sense of pride, selflessness, hope and wonder.  I get the best physical sensations and have a new-found appreciation of the senses and what they are exposed to.  I feel like the luckiest person on the planet at any given, random moment…and I can feel like this for the rest of my life!  Can you really blame me for wanting to bring this kind of happiness, wonderment and fulfillment into my life?  Is it really so hard to believe that I would take all those terrible side effects for these ultimate feelings…not once, not twice, but FIVE times now?  Some might call me an addict and I suppose I am, in a way.  I will never be able to take back or change any of the health issues I have put upon myself, but I would never want to.  It’s completely worth it!  And maybe you think I’m in denial.  You may even be plotting an intervention.  But, I don’t care.  I might even do it again.  And believe me.  I’ve talked to others.  I’m not alone.  I know lots of people that believe the high is worth it all.  You know who you are.  Don’t deny it.

After all, motherhood may be wrought with “side effects”, but those little foreign bodies are all worth it in the end and you and I both know it.  😉

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Pinterest-Inpired Crayon Art

Pinterest. I love you. I wish I could say you spark my creativity, but more often than not, you just make me spend excess amounts of time admiring everyone else’s. However, I’m pretty good at duplicating projects and then putting my own spin on them (when I actually get around to it).  Here is a fun example of a craft I had been wanting the girls and I to tackle for a while that we finally checked off the list.

The girls had a great time with the process, from tearing off the paper to getting to use the blow dryer.  And Sweet Pea had a fun time photo-bombing me with silly faces.  She even instructed me to stick my tongue out for my own photo op, since, apparently, a normal face just wouldn’t do.

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Crayon melt art (3)So we unwrapped a bunch of broken crayons, and I tried to use as many of those aggravating, cheapo, non-coloring crayons as possible.  They melted just fine.  We hot-glued them on a couple at a time, as the glue hardened quickly, then it was just a matter of propping and heating them up with the blow dryer.  The “canvas” we used was actually the frame from another picture that my girls peeled off at one point in time.  (There was the tiniest little corner that was raising up on it, so naturally this was an invitation to go ahead and peel away the entire $50 print.)  In any case, I figured if we didn’t re-adhere that picture, we could use it for something else and that something turned out to be our crayon art.

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Crayon melt art (10)In the end, I decided to prop it on it’s side and hot-glue on some clothespins to make it a functional piece of art.  I like when things pull double-duty.  We are all very pleased with how this turned out.  Anyone else have any crayon art creations?  We’d love to see them!  Show off your bad mamma-jamma DIY skills in the comments below.

Parks, Pain and Pessimism

I have recently purchased a new bike for myself, as well as a two-seater trailer for the kiddos.  My first attempt on the bike was a success considering I haven’t really been on one since…oh…middle school.  I didn’t fall off or maim myself or anything!  However, it literally only took me a couple of blocks pulling the girls in the trailer to figure out that, ONE:  I needed a different seat.  Who knew lady parts could hurt so much from merely sitting on a seat?!  And TWO:  I am really, REALLY out of shape.  Really.  Oh, the aching, burning legs!  What in the world was I thinking?!  Who in their right mind waits until they are several months pregnant to start a new strenuous activity?    Apparently me…but I never claimed to be in my right mind anyway.  So, moving on.

I didn’t get a lot of use out of the thing for the next several weeks while my bruised ego and bruised…um…well, you get the idea…healed.  However, around five months into the pregnancy, it was another lovely day and I spent a good chunk of it giving myself a pep talk that I truly could actually make it to the park that’s a mere 2-3 blocks away without killing myself.  And, lo and behold…I did.  Yay for me!

Tater Tot rode her bike and I pulled Boo Bear and Sweet Pea along behind me, only needing to stop for a mini-break once along the way.  (Pathetic.  I’m aware.)  But…we made it there and back even.  So that’s what counts.

We had a nice time at the park, as we usually do.  This one is nice because it is nearby, but also because it is on the lake and because it is a very simple park.  There isn’t much to it and that is precisely why I like it.  Without all the twists and turns and slides and thingamabobs of a fancy super park to continuously entrance the girls, they actually take time to observe and appreciate their surroundings.

Butts ParkThe girls were picking leaves pretending that they were parts of a gourmet meal they were going to prepare.

Butts Park (1)A favorite area is the dock.  The girls can spend quite a bit of time just running back and forth on it, tossing rocks and leaves and other debris into the murky waters beneath.  They spotted a fish floating sideways near the surface, which I initially said was dead, but then it wiggled itself along, much to my surprise.  Judging by the redness, I’d say it was a fishing throwback, but it was still valiantly hanging on.  Maybe it’ll heal up and survive after all.  The girls also noticed all the green “stuff” floating on the water’s edge and wondered what that was, so we talked about it.

Butts Park (2)Sweet Pea decided to show me her shoes.  Not sure why she wanted to at that moment, but I thought it gave an awfully cute photo, nonetheless.

Butts Park (3)Boo Bear enjoying her own “give me a smile for the camera” moment.

Butts Park (4)Tater Tot picking more leaves, this time to be tossed into the lake to watch them lazily drift away and to see if any fish will actually eat leaves, something they were curious to know.

Butts Park (6)Another cute non-pose.  Boo Bear was just hanging onto the pole, staring out at the water for a long moment, lost in her own thoughts.

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Butts Park (11)We took pictures of several different mushrooms and identified them in our nature book once we got home.  The girls successfully identified the aptly named puffballs and we are almost, but not entirely, certain that the others are a common, very poisonous brand of mushroom.  (The name escapes me right now.)  These little boogers are everywhere and now make me a bit nervous as Boo Bear likes to pick them and even though she knows to never eat anything she has just randomly picked, the nature book actually cautions about touching them at all, warning you to keep hands away from your face and wash them immediately.  Wow…talk about giving me a bit of stress over something abundantly available and pretty innocuous-seeming.  In any case, it prompted the girls to look at some of the other mushroom species noted in our book, which they found to be interesting.  They would like to see inky caps or witches butter someday.

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Butts Park (13)I pointed out this tree to the girls and had them take a look at it to tell me what they thought was different about it.  Tater Tot quickly noticed how the bark was missing in one area and separated, but still attached, in another.  We hypothesized what might have caused that to occur, ruling out a lightning strike, because there seemed to be no singeing or scarring.  Tater Tots thought it may have been an animal.

Butts Park (14)The girls picked up this leaf off the ground and Tater Tot proceeded to explain to Boo Bear that the holes in it were most likely from a caterpillar.

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Butts Park (16)Sweet pea got a kick out of this moth we spied and the pretty hidden orange under it’s top wings.

Butts Park (17)Unfortunately, the entire time at the park wasn’t completely enjoyable.  At one point, I basically asked Tater Tot to switch swings with Boo Bear so that the two youngest were closer together in order to make it easier for me to swing them.  She didn’t readily do so and so I told her I would remember that sometime when she needed a favor from me.  This sent her into one of her occasional full-blown meltdowns where she fixates on something she cannot change (because what’s done is done).  So we had a long discussion about how the only way to rectify something that has already occurred is to take note of how the situation could be improved the next time around and to improve the behavior from then on.  Rather than accepting that she didn’t make the best decision and moving on, she spent the better part of 20 minutes crying and pouting for essentially a do over and not even for my benefit, but to prevent my turning the tables on her at some random point in the future.  Before it was all said and done, we also discussed new vocabulary terms:  exasperated and pessimistic.  One was Mommy and one was Tater Tot.  I’m sure you can figure out which was which.  In any case, while I was talking to her about her behavior and the way to improve it, Sweet Pea must have taken the above shot of her with the camera.

Butts Park (18)The geese were walking around on the banks so the girls all tried, rather unsuccessfully, to sneak up on them and get a good picture.  Not surprisingly, those geese high-tailed it to the water seeing three bouncy little balls of energy coming their way!

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Butts Park (22)More exploration at the water’s edge.  The girls found a dead fish sans head, spied some dragonflies, and generally teetered along the rocks in a zig-zag across the bank.

Before heading home, I noticed a little honeybee on my shirt, which I tried to get a picture of, but apparently didn’t have the angle right.  I pointed it out to the girls because it was covered in pollen, which they all thought was interesting to see up close.  I had on a blue top with tiny, yellow and white flower-looking things that the bee kept sort of rooting around on, apparently oblivious to the body beneath.  The girls decided that it must have thought they were real flowers.  Whatever it was doing, it seemed perfectly content until I finally shooed it away.

All in all, we had another nice day at the park, enjoying the outdoors, the beautiful day, the nice breeze and all that nature has to offer.  And, bonus, I got a smidgeon of exercise in, with only minimal wear and tear.  😉