Costume Fun

Happy WHOOloween!

 Our reluctant pumpkin:

 A sasstastic little candy corn fairy:

A Great Day to be a Kingsman

It's always nice to visit our old Alma Mater every year in October to spend some good quality family time together and catch up with old friends.  We didn't get to stay for the carnival this year but it was a nice quick visit all the same.  It's hard to believe that it's been 15 years already.  Where does the time go?

Where's the FIRE?!?!

A great BIG thank you to Nana and Grandpa for gifting our little fireman a visit to the firehouse with his buddies.  They headed over after a hard day of kindergarten.  The experience was so fun for them.  It included trying on the suits, climbing around in the trucks, holding and viewing the tools, a tour of the whole building, sliding down the pole, and even a lunch of (what else for little boys?) HOT DOGS with the firemen!  They all had such a good time.  It was heartwarming for us mommies to see them so tickled to get special one-on-one attention from the firemen.  What a neat experience.

Budding Artists

My kiddos recently got excited about an art competition at their school.  My son participated by submitting an waterpaint piece and my daughter (ever the over-achiever) submitted a choreography piece, photograph and a waterpainting as well.  All four pieces advanced to the next level and we are so excited to hear how they do from here on out.  Here's a shot of his titled "Grandpa's Boat on the Ocean":

 and a shot of hers (Titled "Waterfall in the Woods"):

Up Up and AWAY

Not that I'm a control freak or anything....okay, yes, that's exactly what I am.

I am uncomfortable with situations where I have no "out".  Which is why, recently, when my hubby decided to get his pilot's license and begged me to go up in the plane with him I was...well... let's call it "less than enthusiastic" (read: terrified).  From the moment the plane began to move until it was resting again in it's parking space off of the runway I was experiencing varying stages of anxiety.

Hear me out:
I can drive a car.
In the event the driver of a car I am riding in experiences a malady, I am capable of taking over control of the vehicle and guiding said vehicle to safety along a roadway.
In the event that the vehicle is the one experiencing malady, it is possible for the vehicle to coast completely without engine power, to a stop along the roadway.
This is not possible in a plane.  If the pilot experiences malady - we're screwed.  I can't fly a plane.
If the plane experiences malady - we're screwed.  It can't coast to a stop (have you SEEN our mountains?).
So it's an "all good" or "all bad" situation up there and that alarms me.  Mostly during takeoff and landing because that's when it becomes all real 'up-in-your-face' about it.

That being said, once we are flying I do alright.  The turbulence is a little more noticeable than in a commercial airliner, but the convenience and views make up for that.  Here's some neat shots of our views from the plane:

So all in all, it's not horrible.  I like the time alone with my hubby.  I like the convenience and can appreciate the efficiency.  And if, by some chance, we get a smooth landing and takeoff, I might even get to keep my fingernails....

Baby L

God recently gave a friend of mine her third little angel and I got to go visit her when she was less than a week old!  She was so tiny and perfect.  It reminds me of how amazing it is that we are born equipped with a lifetime's worth of abilities.  It's also a good reminder of of unimportant all of life's other "stuff" can be.  I just love babies.  Especially when I know they have good mommies like this one does.  Isn't she just darling?

The Value of Good Friends

Friends come and go.  It's a fact of life.  It first happens when you switch schools, then at high school graduation, again when you graduate college, and over and over throughout life changes of moving homes and changing jobs.When that original change happens, you may worry about whether the friendship can survive the distances and oftentimes presumptuously are optimistic when it really wasn't warranted.  Some of those friends I never saw again and, if I'm being honest with myself, I probably rarely think of that person and possibly don't even remember their name.

But it's those rare gems that are the true seasoning to life.  Those folks that now spread across the entire west coast for me but may as well live in the next town over.  I have found a good test of the quality of a friendship (on either/both ends) is after being apart.  I can count on two hands the folks that we once spent some very significant time with and now see only on seldom occasions.  These are the folks that when you greet each other it is not uncomfortable.  There are hugs rather than handshakes, smiles rather than silences and you both seem to pick up right where things left off.

I recently added another name to that list and although it pains me to not have that significant time any more, it is a comfort to recognize them as gems rather than feel the loss of change.  I know many of you who read this blog are my gems and I just wanted to remind you how much we miss you all and would love you to come visit.  The mountain is beautiful this time of year and I have a fold out bed waiting for anyone who calls first dibs. XOXO

My Hottie Mom

Here's a photo of my mom and dad, back in the very early 70s (see the fancy TV and cool light?) before they were terrorized by my sister, brother and me.  My mom is just naturally beautiful, don't you think?  She is going through some rough stuff right now.  Getting older is a bitch and it wreaks havoc in your body.  But she will always be this beautiful to me.  I just wanted to post this to remind her that I love her very much and she is on my mind all the time.

Because We are Silly Like That

At the local mall...just being silly.

Down the Rabbit's Hole

On our last trip to Disneyland, my little Alice found herself rocking out to the Mad Hatter's concert until the wee hours of the morning.  We will miss having our annual passes but this certainly was a fitting conclusion to a fun year of visiting Mickey.

Luck vs Skill

My kiddos have become pretty adept at fishing one of the local lakes.  There is seldom a time that they don't come home with one or many trout.  This week was no exception.  We were there for about 45 minutes and they caught 6 fish!  My little man credits it to his lucky camo hat that he got while vacationing with Grandma and Grandpa but my daughter is convinced it is her skill.  In her defense, we weren't catching anything and then she began to throw "chum" (local berries) into the lake.  Within a minute they had a bite.  Another time she was certain that the fish were located somewhere else and began fishing elsewhere and sure enough, began catching them right away.  Whether it's luck or skill, one thing is for sure; they have inherited their Daddy and both Grandpas' love of fishing.

Oh the Places You Will Go

My kiddos are learning the joys of reading right now and are knee deep in phonics and vocabulary.  So having a fun outlet for their learning is a great reinforcement for their skills.  They just LOVE to read to their new baby cousin and it looks like he was enjoying it too.

My First Tournament

Now don't go getting any crazy ideas. Yes, I was in a karate tournament. Yes, I got first place in kata and sparring. But #1: I am in the beginners' division. It's not like I'm fighting black belts - and #2: I attribute it entirely to my amazing toenail job. It's yellow (to match my belt) with the symbol for courage painted on in black. I'll take any advantage I can get. I figure that my opponents' thought process went something like this:

"This chick doesn't stand a chance against me. I am amazing. I am going to rock her world....hey wait, are those YELLOW toenails? and what is that painted on them?....Oh no, this chick means business!"

I have to admit though, I really DO like sparring. Getting whacked in the eye was not the funnest thing ever, but there aren't many people I wouldn't want to stand against in the ring. B.R.I.N.G. I.T. (haha!)

A Last Visit to the Castle

Before the local skating rink closed down for good, we had a last horrah party with some of the kids' friends.  The kids got a kick out of getting to dress up in their winter clothes in August and it was nice for them to get to spend time with friends since we were gone from home so much this summer.  It's a shame that the rink is closing down now.  There's a lot of good memories there.  This was definitely one of them.

Being Boys

Here's my little ninja, digging in the sand with some friends and soaking up the last week of sunshine before school started.  We had a great summer of fun with friends and family and are looking forward to seeing some of them all in the classroom this fall.

Impromptu Dance Party

There we were, sitting idly by the lake, enjoying our barbeque with friends when all of the sudden a certain song came on the radio and OH MAN!  It was like the pied piper came and started blowing his whistle!  I don't remember which tune it was, but these kiddos went BANANAS!  They were dancing and jigging and moving like Jagger.  I have come to realize that we have to appreciate these moments when they happen so I have a picture of the aftermath but not the brief insanity.  I think there were about four more kiddos that missed the picture because they were still somewhere rocking out.  This age is awesome.  It just keeps getting better and better.

A New Day

We had our first day of school this week. My little darlings were up bright and early, waiting for me to take them to the school almost half an hour early.  I am guessing that this is not going to be a trend. If their summer schedule was any indication of how things will go, I figure I will be dragging them half dressed and half asleep into the car by next week. It was nice for the day though to have them so energetic about new beginnings.

My little princess started her day in second grade, ready to conquer rocket science (or simple machines...whatever). To the left  is a picture of her with her new teacher.  My youngest baby is finally starting kindergarten. We were lucky to get the same kinder teacher that his sister enjoyed (also pictured).  I will be helping out in his class once a week and it will be nice to see how he interacts with the other kids (and keep me ease into my empty nest syndrome). I am looking forward to those other few days though where I can have a couple hours to hit the gym or get some work done. My guess is that the errands will often overrule the gym.  Stay posted...

Something to be Proud of

This is my dad, in his sailor suit when he first joined the navy.  He is standing with his grandfather, my great-grandfather.  My great-grandfather came across the Atlantic ocean to America from Denmark when he was very young and stayed when his family went back.  There is something to be said for having vision like that.  This picture was taken before my dad ever met my mom.  He is a veteran for helping to build submarines when the Vietnam war was being waged.  It's a good feeling to know that there are people out there will to give of themselves to be more than they are individually.  I am proud to be in a family that realizes the value of sacrifice and vision.

Catching Up (Where I've Been)

I have been an avid scrapbooker for many years now.  It started before we ever had kids in an attempt to do something with the many pictures we took with our friends.  Once a week, some girlfriends and I would rent an old movie and the husbands/boyfriends would play poker while we watched our movie and scrapbooked.  We used scizzors, glue and paper.  No fancy schmancy gadgets.  It was a very fun time in our lives so there was a lot to scrapbook and I looked forward to our weekly gatherings.

As all of our lives progressed, and people moved here and there, the weekly gathering stopped and we began to do scrapbooking whenever we had spare time on our own.  I still enjoyed it very much on my own and relished the time spent reminiscing about previous activities.

Then we moved and had our little princess.  It was the perfect excuse to scrapbook all of her new moments and our adventure with her.  She wasn't really doing much yet so I could scrapbook while she napped or taught herself Mandarin.  I was scrapbooking things the month after they happened.  That was 2006.  I think her baby book is longer than War and Peace.  Before we knew it, we were expecting our second little bundle of joy.  Now having a mobile 1 year old and a nursing newborn, there was less time for scrapbooking but not wanting to be unfair to our little boy, I put together his baby book and it is also fairly long, although somehow it didn't get completed until 2009.  Don't judge me.

So there I was, in 2009 and having to decide how to proceed with this hobby.  I now had TWO mobile toddlers who loved to take pens off of counters and take (read: hide) anything that mommy showed interest in.  So scrapbooking hit the back burner for a while.  Then all of the sudden some other girlfriends and I had the brilliant epiphany that our children liked to play together so we should let them!  Enter stage left: our new excuse to scrapbook together!

In an effort to expedite my scrapbooking, I attempted to digitally create my 2008 book but soon abandoned it because I didn't want to be staring at a computer screen while my girlfriends were happily cutting and pasting around me.  We had all sorts of new gadgets and gizmos that I wanted to create with so I decided to move on with my photos for 2009 in the hands-on approach.  I wasn't nearly as efficient at scrapping my photos but with a few strategically planned "mom's weekend"s, I was able to keep up fairly well for a couple years.

And then came school.  My ballerina started kindergarten and with it came a whole new set of hours that we had to be home and in the car and here and there and everywhere.  So there was no more time for our mommy playdates to scrapbook.  Fast forward a year of kindergarten (2011) and a year of homeschool (2012) and I found myself looking at scrapbooks yesterday, thinking "Where did 2008 go?".  Resolved to not let the photos go to waste, I locked myself in the office and cranked out a digital scrapbook for 2008 - WHEW!  Five years later, but it is done!  I feel so accomplished!

Now, having 2009-1010 already done from previous mommy playdates, I am only behind by 2 years, and that seems manageable.  I mean, I can actually REMEMBER those events :)  In scrapbookers' terms, it's "recent".  Which leaves me looking forward.  For all of you mommies out there who have boxes of photos piling up on your desk: Anybody up for a mommy's scrapbooking weekend over Labor day?  Let's DO this!

Three Pieces of Advice on Gossip

Insomuch as it depends on me, I shall be at peace with all men. This is a hard mantra to live by. Living in a small community, virtually everyone you meet knows someone who knows you.  It is healthy and worthwhile to keep updated with friends and current events.  There is a fine line that borders hearsay and meddling however.  When people ask me about a struggle with such issues, and I have a hard time walking that line while being human and fallible, I can only summarize my advice as three things; don't listen, don't relay, forgive.

• Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you. --Spanish Proverb
• What you don't see with your eyes, don't witness with your mouth. --Jewish Proverb
• A mind conscious of innocence laughs at the lies of rumor --Latin Proverb

#1 My thoughts on this: When you hear a rumor disguised as news, try to recognize it for what it is and consider the motive and character of the person relaying the news before considering the content. When that news is about you, you can only remember the same thing and hope that others do as well.

• I resolve to speak ill of no man whatever, not even in a matter of truth; but rather by some means excuse the faults I hear charged upon others, and upon proper occasions speak all the good I know of everybody. ~Benjamin Franklin
• Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I've a right to be hurt, I don't intend to show it. ―Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

#2 My thoughts on this: It is better to be known as the bearer of good news. Conveying rumor is as bad as creating it. Rumor in any form is ugly and it make the bearer ugly as well.

• I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefore what one has done in the secret chamber one has some day to cry aloud on the house-tops. ~Oscar Wilde 
• Before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird 
• Gossip is called gossip because it's not always the truth. ~Justin Timberlake

#3 My thoughts on this: Whether they say it to each others' faces or not, people usually know the truth. There is only one person that we ultimately shall be judged by and it is not those spreading rumors as news. A rumor seldom is completely true and even if it is, it is seldom the news-bearer's business. Sometimes rumors hurt you and it is best to address them directly rather than respond to the messenger. Forgive 70 times 7 times and if it still hurts perhaps you didn't really forgive at all.