Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Our Yearly Trek to Walter's Pumpkin Patch










 
The most fitted pumpkin of the year !
For the kids to take a pumpkin home with
the price of admission, pumpkin must fit in hole.

 
cleaning up the prized pumpkin


 
it looks like they are up to something

 
Mission Accomplished!

 
So glad Big O Daddy O was able to take off work and join us!


 
Watching my Hockey Player. 
Find myself wondering what it is he sees and is thinking about. 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Favorite Things...Dishwasher

I have a maid in my home, that almost never was.
I grew up as the dishwasher. 
I remember fighting with my sister over doing the dishes. 
I remember her growing up and moving away and being alone at the kitchen sink.
When I grew up and away myself, I still didn't have a "mechanical" dishwasher.
I was the automatic dishwasher and sometimes not so automatic.
Married, our first apartment did not have a dishwasher. 
Doing dishes, was definitely less a chore, with a hubby beside me sharing the job.
Sometimes, I would wash and sing and he would join me. 
Sometimes, I would hear him in the kitchen singing and washing...
Something that doesn't seem to happen so often with a dishwasher.  It is done and over so quick.  While being forced to pause at the sink and focus on the task at hand.  How it would quiet me. 
Sometimes, I wash by hand now, just for the time of quietness.

The day came we welcomed Fun Girl into our home.
All the baby gear started to make the apartment feel cramped.
So Daddy O and I started home shopping. 
Unable to find a 3 bedroom on the same floor, we looked into new construction. 
New construction comes with all sorts of hidden expenses.
First up was picking the appliances.
Dishes had never bothered me, but cleaning stoves always has. 
I discovered smooth top stoves and fell in love.

I did the math and asked hubby if I could have the smooth top and in exchange we wouldn't get a dishwasher.  I had done dishes by hand my whole life and it was no big deal.  My mother was dumbfounded.  In shock and exclaimed, "You didn't!"  Fortunately, my mother didn't have any heart problems and hubby declined my offer. 
Instead he granted me the smooth top stove, and insisted on a dishwasher.  I still didn't get why having a dishwasher was all that important. You see, I still had a lot of time on my hands and just didn't know any better. 
Well a lot has changed over the last 16 years.
If my dishwasher broke down tonight, all would be well.
We would manage.
My kids might think the earth would swallow them whole, but they would survive.

My dishwasher runs 2-3 times a day.  We are talking 7 people 3 meals a day!
 
But it doesn't just wash dishes.
Over the years, it has sanitized:
 tooth brushes
baby bath toys....this is a blessing like none other!!
baby toys in general ....same thing....nothing like disinfecting toys while napping with the babies!
brushes and combs
sink stoppers and pampered chef scrapers
science lab equipment
and sometimes...you just don't know what you will find when you open the door!

My dishwasher has enabled me to enlist my children in the dish washing earlier than planned.
When they are too little to reach the faucet, they are still big enough to put plastic ware away.  They are still big enough to put silver ware away.  They are big enough to hand me the glasses and plates.  All at the same time helping, and learning that a family works together and plays together.


The Perfect Gift for a Teenage Boy!

 
With the family gathering coming up fast, Aunt Sharon asked,
"What would Hockey Player like for his birthday?"
 
Not such an easy question to answer.
 
Hockey Player wants new club(s) from Golf Warehouse
 
Itunes gift cards
 
Net for practicing hockey in the driveway.
Now this can't be just any net!
This net has to be strong.
Really strong.
We have even talked about buying him steel trash cans.
This is why ~
He hit the puck so hard he put holes in his first net.
Then Daddy O recommended he hit at the trash dumpster.
Well he hit the puck so hard, he put a hole in the side of the dumpster.
AND...
the puck bounced off and went flying towards the vehicles.
Fortunately no damage to the cars.
Anyhow, a net for this kid to practice is going to pricey.
We have shopped and looked.
 
Hmmm, what else would make a good gift.
 
The kid likes food
 
food
food
food
 
The amount he can consume in one sitting is astonishing.
 
Golf time with Uncle Terry and Grandpa would be cool.
 
Aunt Sharon sighs and says good bye. 
Nothing overwhelming exciting and affordable to choose from.
The kid has expensive likes, hobbies and preferences.
 
Then the weekend came and we celebrated with the family.
 
Aunt Sharon presented him this huge box with various theatre candies
attached to the outside. 
I laughed and said there was probably a small little gift card down in the bottom.
 
Nope!!!
Instead there was food!
Can you see the smile on his face?
This smile says it all.....IT IS ALL MINE!!!!!!
ALL MINE!!!!

 
 
Oh yeah, Aunt Sharon scored.  Scored really big.
In our house that would be called a Hat Trick!

Happy Birthday Hockey Player

Hockey Player recently celebrated his 13th birthday!
Took 2 weeks for him to let us know what he wanted to do to celebrate.
Actually, we had to give him a deadline.
He is our thinker.
He is strong.
He is quiet.
He is witty.
He is patient beyond belief and puts this momma to shame.
He loves God's word.
He is stickler for doing what is right.
He is intelligent.
He likes school and doesn't have to be told twice to get it done.
Actually, he usually starts before I have blood flowing in me in the morning.
He loves to cook.
He has been in the kitchen since he could get around.
He is an all around good kid.
 
He finally told us he wanted to go to Laser Quest for his birthday.
Then we waited days for the guest list.
Another deadline.... We didn't give him a number count, that would have
required much more though on his part.
 
His family birthday was delayed...the family was out of town.
So we had a quiet celebration.
Dinner out.  His choice Outback.
Did I mention he loves food!
Dad and I quietly give him his gift.
A nice card and cash.
Cause everything on his list of ideas was over the top expensive.
So we contributed to his saving up money.
Then he went to youth group and became the walking wounded.
 
We had to delay the Laser Quest birthday per Doctor's orders.
Two weeks later, the cast is off. 
He finally celebrates with his friends.
Two days later we end up at Grandpa's for cake and ice cream.
 
Cake at Grandpa's
Lemon with Lemon icing
His annual favorite.
 
Cause food is important when you are 13.
Pizza and Pop!
 
Carrot Cake cupcakes with Cream Cheese frosting
Another favorite!


 
Reading the cards
Cause that is what you do as a guy.
Give a card and moola
Better than shopping.


 
The guys hanging out and Little Princess holding her own.


 
With Malachi in the party room, hanging out and being,
well, quiet. 



 

Monday, October 8, 2012

Their eyes were causing trouble!

My two youngest boys remind me tremendously of my childhood.
My older three are the kind of children that could allow a parent to become prideful.
They simply just never participated in the,
"He's touching me!!! 
She's looking at me!!!
They breathed on me!!!"
At least not until the younger two boys came along.
GOD knew the risk of me becoming prideful as a parent.
He knew it.
I have a tendency to get comfortable in my abilities.
He knows that.
So He allows circumstance to keep me on my knees. 
To keep me focused on HIM.
To NEED Him.
Because He loves me.
Because He knows without Him, my life is nothing.
One day, the sun is shining.
There is promise in the day.
A promise to accomplish much.
A promise of time together as a family.
A promise that I will need my Heavenly Father to survive,
as I step out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day
when I hear my two youngest striving against the other's existence.
**SIGH**
Lord, help me to get through today.
As I sit at the table, trying to encourage children to start school.
It begins, "He is looking at me!"
"Nuh huh ~ He is looking at me!"
**Sigh**
God reminds me of the poster board in my room, I recently pulled out.
The older children come running.  Hanging over my shoulders.
What are you doing?
Shhh!
Still sitting at the table, the two youngers are still looking at each other and annoying one another.
Supposedly, trying to do school but can't 'cause "HE" is looking at him.
** SIGH **
And I plop these poster board dividers down and tell them to do school.
They laughed.
I didn't, my sense of humor had left me.
I think I forgot to ask God, to sustain my humor for the day.
I wish I could say it solved all my problems. 
One of my "sweet" little gifts discovered the poster board shielded him from my view and he snuck away to play instead of doing school.
**SIGH**
But at least they weren't looking at each other.
 

Counting to 675.....

651.  Different version of yellow (brick) road
652.  Lady of Lesiure time in the hammock with Fun Girl
653.  Hearing my Fun Girl tell my plans before I even say them, all because she knows me all too well!
654.  The other driver has insurance to fix our suburban after the accident
655. -666. Allegies that calm for moments at Grandpa's and a day at the Pumpkin Patch with the kids
667.  Bountiful harvest
668.  Family tradition of the pumpkin patch
669.  An almost grown up daughter finding replacements for work to join us on our field trip...not too big yet.
670.  500 m in the pool in spite of allergies
671.  A husband that can laugh at himself and with his kids all at the same time.
672.  Swim coach stopping to tell me how proud of all my daughter has done and improved over the last 6 months.  He considers her one of his biggest accomplishments. She has worked hard.
673.  Hard working kids
674.  Fellowship with other moms, laughter and giggles and jumping like we were little kids.
675.  Watching small ones conquer their fears by pushing through them and succeeding.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Something that makes me smile!

 
These 3 brass pumpkins have been around for as long as I can remember.
They came from Turkey. 
My dad was stationed there. 
Some of my earliest memories are of when he was stationed away from us.
These were one of the treasures he brought back home.
I have kept them stored away for most of my adult years.
Mostly because of the controversy of Halloween.
My kids saw them for the first time this year.
After I welcomed the shelves into my dining room, I had a spot.
I remembered these 3 guys.
Then after our trip to the pumpkin patch,
Dad's Bud added his Boo Pumpkin. 
It works, I like it.
Growing up, my mom stored them in her cedar chest.
When they came out, I always assumed they were mine.
My birthday is afterall, on Halloween.
Made perfect sense to my child's mind.
Recently, Dad visited and saw my shelves.
Next, he asked, how I came to have them.
He frowned, when I told him, they were mine and Mom gave them to me.
That is when the story came out.
3 children.
3 pumpkins.
Sigh, I took my brother's and sister's pumpkins.
Silly childish mind and memory.
Sorry SiS!