Me In Threes

Heather Smith tagged me on this one, and I just have to check it off my list today so I can say that I checked something off the list that I didn't check anything else off on. How's that for confusing?!

Here are the rules: List 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 surprising facts, and then tag 5 other people. Leave a comment for the people you tag so they know they have been tagged.

Three Joys
1. Family, Gospel and Friends (I compiled these into one. It's my blog. I can do that if I want to. :)
2. Chocolate milk
3. Comfortable jeans. Oh, and swings. They really have nothing in common, but I love them equally.

Three Fears
1. Getting stranded on a remote freeway in NM in my underwear
2. Messing up my kids
3. Being trampled by a pack of llamas or eaten by a mountain lion

Three Current Obsessions/Collections
1. Falafel. This is some amazingly good hud.
2. My squished sheep blanket. Heather Mather gave me this amazingly soft and comfy blanket (that looks curiously like a squished sheep) for my birthday and I can't get enough of it. I actually tackled an unnamed child as he/she was leaving my bedroom with it one morning. Hands off. It's mine.
3. The sad state of my feet. They are in desperate need of a pedicure, but I fear the spastic laughing episode that always overtakes me when they try and rub down my peds.

Three Surprising Facts
1. When I can't sleep at night, I write my thoughts out in shorthand on my stomach with my left pointer finger.
2. I like to hide my kids toys sometimes so that I can play the hero when I find them. Please don't tell my kids.
3. I love to type. Love it. Sometimes I'll grab the newspaper and type an article on WordPerfect just for fun.

I wrote this entire blog in less than 10 minutes. Doesn't that just prove how well I know myself?! (Or how tired I am. :)

Nite!

Summer's End

I finally uploaded the pics from our last few weeks of summer. Here you have our life through the eyes of a Canon.

Sweet Tucker, thoroughly enjoying Scout camp. Really. He was thrilled to be there. He's just feigning immense boredom in this picture to throw you off. Silly, silly Tucker.

For some unknown reason, my camera-happy tweener has gone loopy on me and now hides or grimaces during every photo op. She's still beautiful, even when giving me the stink eye. :)

And here is baby Brooklyn (Shelby and Garrett's little girl). So very cute and precocious.

There's a story here. Every time we go to Sunriver, Oregon, the kids and I (and usually Grandma, though she opted out this year) take a trail ride on horseback. Which is great fun for the kids, but without fail, I get a defunct horse. This year's beauty (ha ha) was named Roany, because he was a roan horse (that's the byproduct of a horse and a donkey love fest). This horse stunk, was ugly, had a persistent nasal drip and bad gas. He had also mastered the art of slipping the bit over his horrifically yellow teeth, leaving me with no control. I finally mastered a wrist-flick technique that resituated the bit and totally ticked off the horse. By the end of the ride, we were happy to part ways. Look how pleased I was to dismount!

Kal on a pony named Patches. She informed me that the horse lady told her that Patches had won seven times. When I asked what he'd won, she replied, "Who cares?"

Lots of pool fun...I love Kate's dimples.

Remember the tale of Tucker's too-small bike? Well, we splurged and bought him a too-big bike in Sunriver (apparently he's at that in-between stage :). He wiped out numerous times but was gleeful with the purchase. He said, "Thank you a million times."

Eden attacking Tanner. The girl is hilarious...like a midget beast! Tanner obviously loves it.

I do not know what inspired this expression, but I love it!

Nor do I know what inspired this one, but I'm sure it had to do with a bodily function or an evil plot.

First day of school! Okay, so it was almost a week ago...They were so excited.

And last but not least, Kate and her first day of middle school. I had to hold back a few tears dropping off my big girl. She's such a great kid. She must come from great stock. :)

Cheers! Mara

Signage

I can't sleep, so I thought I'd resort to blogging. I cannot promise what follows will be either coherent or worth your time.

We returned this weekend from an 8-day stint in Sunriver, Oregon (yes, another road trip) for a reunion with Sean's family. We had a fun time and I have pictures to prove it, but since I'm sitting cozy in my bed and feeling far too lazy to drag my bones down them stairs to locate the camera, I'll have to upload and post pictures at a later date.

Which leaves me scrambling mentally for blog material. Here's what I've been mulling over for the past several days: signage.

I have seen some of the most random and bizarre signs recently. Being a sharer, I'm passing these scraps of literary genius on to you. Here goes.

1. Small print at the bottom of an enormous lottery sign on the freeway near Bend, OR:
"The Lottery should not be considered a viable financial investment"

My commentary: Seriously? Is this a necessary precaution? Who would consider the lottery to be anything more than the crap shoot that it is?

2. Petsmart posted notice for customers in search of meal worms to be used as food for reptiles.
"ALERT: There is currently a national shortage of meal worms. Please consult a Petsmart rep regarding alternative reptilian food sources."

My commentary: Again...seriously?! Is this news worthy of an ALERT in all caps printed on flourescent yellow paper? And what exactly is the cause of the national shortage of meal worms? Do we have an excessive population of pillaging reptiles that the government has kept hush-hush about? I smell a cover-up. Or is that leopard gecko dung???

3. A sign posted at a local pet boutique.
"Join us for 'Blessing of the Animals Day'...A variety of blessing ceremonies performed to honor our beloved animals..."

My commentary: It wasn't clear if these blessings were for the living or the dead. But for crying out loud. They're ANIMALS. Find something better to do with your time. (Although I must say I was kinda tempted to go. You could really have some fun with the crowd at this kind of a gig, eh?)

4. Back to Petsmart.
"Sale on Ferret Starter Kits"

My commentary: This piqued my curiosity and I went in for a closer look. Strangely the item turned out to be a cage containing food pellet containers and something akin to a gerbil-maze. I'm confused. Wouldn't a ferret starter kit contain simply a mommy ferret and a daddy ferret, with perhaps some mood music and cocktails???

Now that I have that on paper, my mind is at ease and I'm off to bed. Nite.

Happy Trails...Mostly

I'm belated in posting in regards to our trip to my parents' home a little over a week ago. We had such a great, albeit short, stay with them. My parents currently reside in Silverton, ID, but are moving to Colorado in a few months. Being a measly five-hour drive away, the kids and I felt it important to pay them at least one more visit before they fled the area. (FYI: Wallace, ID, the nearest town to Silverton with indoor plumbing and a population of more than single digits, was at one time the brothel capital of the U.S. and also boasts a fine looking sewer cover in an obscure intersection that some drunk mayor deemed to be "The Center of the Universe." No lie. There's official signage to prove it.)

So the kids and I took a long weekend and enjoyed some quality grandparent time. A small aside here: I know I've mentioned before my love for road trips. It's true. There's something completely liberating about getting behind the wheel and driving yourself nearly out of gas, filling up and doing it all over again. Complete with some Abba, Sting and a few exceptional conference talks, I can spend hours in my head just zoning out. Not to say that I neglect my kids in the car. I love the "shoot the bull" quality there is to being stuck together that long. And I love the headphones that accompany our portable DVD player. :)

We enjoyed our stay, and in due course, my ever-productive father announced he was taking the kids and I on a 15-mile bike ride down the Hiawatha Trail, which runs across the Idaho/Montana border. We loaded up and hit the road. The trail began with an almost 2-mile long train tunnel that required bike lights (which we'd rented) and some manufactured body heat, as the tunnel pentrated the innards of a sizeable mountain.

My older three plus Gramps took off ahead (with the unspoken promise we'd meet up at the end of the tunnel), leaving Kalli and I in cold, nearly pitch black confines. Kalli, being a just-barely six-year-old, immediately took to whining. "I'm cold," "I'm scared," and "I want to go home," echoed repeatedly throughout the tunnel. Anyone who knows my fourth child knows that trying to distract or persuade her is something akin to a naked mole rat giving birth to a manatee. She refused to ride the bike in the dark and was moving at the speed of lard.

Trying to be optomistic and patient, I cajoled, bribed, begged and pleaded her through that increasingly cold tunnel. Here's where truth-telling gets painful. By roughly the halfway mark, I started to get a little mean. Yes, its true. Shocking, I know. :) I started to employ scare tactics and even once casually commented that I was going to ride on ahead and meet her at the end. Oh the sorrow that ensued. But guess what? She got on that bike and she rode her little tail out of that tunnel!

Grandpa somehow coaxed Kalli out of her bad mood once we lef the tunnel and the rest of the ride was wonderful. Oh. Except for the part where Grandpa endoed on his bike and reopened several wounds from a previous endo the week before. We love that Grandpa gets back on the bike and tries, tries again. :)

We finished the day off with a feast at the Pizza Factory in Wallace, which also touts their taco salad. Except that when Grandma (who met us at the restaurant) ordered the taco salad, there were a lot of confused expressions among the prepubescent crew members. Sadly, the taco salad showed up at the table about the time we were licking the last of the pizza grease off our fingers.

We also swam at the local pool, watched lots of Olympics and, of course, played the game "Snapshots Across America" several times. Siblings, you know the one.

Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa for a wonderful visit, grass stained peds and all (see below)! Love you- Mara

Kalli see-sawing with Grandpa.

The boys taking a relaxing break in the shadow of an outhouse.

Tucker and his too-small-bike. We need to get him a new bike, but only ever think about buying a new bike when we're actually riding bikes. And we never ride bikes to stores where they sell bikes. Thus, he remains on his too-small-bike.

Kids and Grandpa at the mouth of the first tunnel. Did I mention there was something like 18 tunnels on this trail? If you get through the first impossibly long one, the rest are cheese...

Flashes are beautiful things. See Kalli ride? Yes! She's actually peddling!

Kate bein' cute.
The trail also sported several crazy-high bridges, which aggravated my acrophobia, but I managed to hold it together.

Kate thought it was pretty funny that I was worn out by the end. This is my "lizard on a rock" impression. Minus the grossly long tongue.

Because I was feeling bad about Grandpa's biking accident, I mowed his big ol' backyard. In my bare feet. Which was a great idea, I thought, until my mom and her friend caught sight of the bottoms of my feet and turned green themselves. It took a good week to get back to my natural foot color. :)

Peace out.

Homegrown Gifted Child Program

The term "gifted" is often applied in academic circles to a child who is exceptionally bright and promising. I prefer to apply the term to kids that do things that honestly and openly express their uniqueness and creativity.

The "gift" for me is their ability to make me smile and stretch my heart just a little wider, if possible, to allow more love for them to seep on in.

By this definition, my kids are gifted.

After a few "creative" episodes last week, I just had to share. Here goes.


Part I:
Katelyn received this double baby stroller several Christmases ago, and outside of cousin Kesley's occasional use of it, it sits unnoticed in a corner of our playroom. Until last week, that is, when the kids realized it was a joy ride in the making; 2+ hours of giddy goofballness. The helmet just adds to the Rainman effect.

And EVERYONE got a turn...notice the cat. He didn't seem to mind, and rode around for a good 20 minutes.

Part II: Kalli has a sweet little friend, Lauren, who comes from a very proper and upstanding family. Kalli was invited to attend Lauren's garden birthday party last week. I tried to persuade her to wear something girly to no avail. The outfit below was the compromise after a 10-minute stand-off in her closet. She wanted to wear her monkey shirt and raggedy jean shorts.

When I returned to the party to pick Kalli up, my friend Jill (the mother) chuckled and said, "Kalli entertained the girls with some body art." Out from the backyard strides Kalli followed by six little girls in flowing dresses and bows. "Check out my tatoos, Mom," she proudly exclaims. Several of the other mothers got all wide-eyed and astonished looking. I gave Kalli a hearty pat on the back, complimented her artwork and then fled the scene.

Upon arriving home, Kalli busted into the goody bag, which contained a flowerpot rendition of a cupcake, a sucker and some other junk. Kalli, eager to share and realizing the sibs were all out for the afternoon, divided her spoils with the obvious next of kin, Fletcher. Please do not be alarmed by the following pictures. She's a work in progress, to be sure.




We live life to the fullest around here~! Have a great week...Us

Just Beachy

Yeah, so maybe we don't live in a tropical paradise. Maybe there's not a single cabana standing stalwart on our chilly northern shores. But we have our fair share of sand-in-the-pants, sun pounding beach days. And we're proud of our clean air, newsworthy orca whales and over-zealous environmentalists. Betcha can't lay claim to those notables, eh?!

Beach day #1: Seafair hosts the Blue Angels (Navy airplanes) every year, and a friend and I took our multitudinous crew for the show last week on Lake Washington. Great fun. And who needs a swimsuit anyway?



Beach Day #2: Vasa Park, Issquah. A bunch of friends and I took the kids to a great lake water park on Lake Sammamish. The picture below, of Kalli with finger held high, is actually her making the point to her buddy that you could drown if you don't have floaties. I asked her what she said to Nicole, and she said, "'And don't you forget it, little missy.' But I said it with a smile, Mommy."

Tanner and Jared at the beachfront park. What balance...

Tucker sizing up the waterslide.

Kate and her buddies...its amazing how many little bodies one float ring can hold.

Friends

Yesterday was my birthday. I'm not relating this scrap of information to make any of you who may have forgotten my b-day feel sucky; I truly don't get much excitement out of this particular annual recurrence. Not because I fear aging, but because my sixth birthday was the bomb--completely unmatched in every way. I need no further celebration when I can simply reminisce about that glorious day 30 years ago. You should have seen the magic my mom worked with crepe paper and confetti. And Suzie What's-Her-Bucket gave me my first Chinese jump rope. My life has never been the same since. Who knew that I possessed such hidden talent? I ROCK at Chinese jump rope. Don't believe me? Bring it on...(Heather Smith, this brag's for you. :)

I digress. Back to the birthday. Thank you, thank you to all of my wonderful friends. I know I'm not an easy person to hang with. There's a lot of hand gesturing, random interjection and occasional gleeking that occurs. But you were all so wonderful to me this weekend and I thank you. What an amazing group of women I know.

And to my bestest friends, my little family, I love and thank you. Now if you'd kindly clean the house, cook the food, and feed me grapes while fanning me, I can dive into all of those great books you gave me!

PS: I do fear some form of conspiracy, however. It's interesting that in tandem with the three birthday cakes, I also received a Wii Fit. :)