Friday, April 13, 2007

Fuzzy Math

We were supposed to go on a field trip to Reed Gold Mine today, but it got cancelled due to the rain.   So we've been having a fun rainy FREE day here instead.   We've been building forts, playing games, reading books, etc.   And since it's a quieter day, I've had some time to reflect (in between 95,000 interruptions) and have determined the following:

The math just doesn’t add up.

I figure each child needs me about 40% of the day –  needs me to look at them, answer questions, hold them, feed them, change them, play with them, read to them, etc.   And I think that’s being generous because it sure doesn’t seem like they’re on their own the other 60% of the day…   But anyway, if that is true, that each one needs me 40% of the time, and 40%*3= 120%, well then no wonder I’m going crazy.   For one thing, that means there is rarely a minute that I’m not meeting a need of someone, and also I’m usually trying to meet more than one need at a time.   Plus, now that Colsen’s   “neediness” has become very prolific in the middle of the night, I am forced to work double-time on half batteries.   That math doesn’t work either.   And a lot of times it feels like I don’t either.   The real question, though, is how did Mom ever do it with FIVE??

Meanwhile the questions here are still going on and on….   Strider continues to ask the questions I still don’t know:   both factual (“Would we go through Spain or Northern Africa to get from here to China?”   “How do cows make milk out of grass?”) and hypothetical (“What do you think I’ll do on my 27th birthday?”).   You don’t realize how tiring it is to admit you don’t know something 400,000 times a day until you have a young child in the house.   Can this be good for my self esteem –  to have “I don’t know” the most common words I speak in a day?

But then on the other hand (almost literally), we have Rayna and her questions.   These are completely different in nature.   She holds to the philosophy that the joy of life is in the dialogue, not necessarily in the logic or answers.   So she likes to hold the same conversations over and over and over and over again.   Today started out no different:

Rayna:   HI MOM!!!!
Me:   Hey Rayna.
R:   So you’re taking a shower?
Me:   Yup.
R:   Why are you taking a shower?
Me:   You know Rayna.
R:   Because you’re getting all clean?
Me:   Yes Rayna
R:   You’re almost done with your shower?
Me:   Yes dear
R:   And then you’ll be all clean?
Me:   Yes, and then I’ll get all dry.
R:   You’ll get all dry?
Me:   Yes, I’ll get all dry.

And on and on it goes.   But you really can’t stay too exasperated with her for too long because MANY times a day, she’ll come running at me with her arms out and a very serious face, saying, “Ooooh, I just love my mama!”   And then she’ll hug my legs very tightly.   And that kind of repetition is a good thing.

Now Colsen isn’t asking questions yet, thankfully, but he sure is demanding.   If he’s awake, which is about all day, and increasingly, all night, he wants to be held and entertained.   My back hurts.

And my brain hurts.

But it’s all a blessing and I love having these 3 little voices in the house…. Well I love it about 90% of the time.   And I get frustrated about 20% of the time.   No, the math doesn’t work.   Welcome to my life.  

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Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Balloon Day


Yesterday was Balloon Day for our homeschool group in the neighborhood!


Strider and Rayna didn't know what to expect, but it sure sounded exciting....



The way it worked was each child got a balloon with a postcard attached.  The postcards had the child's name and an address to send it back to.  If anyone finds a postcard, they can put their location on it, and then drop it in the mailbox.  Our group will be excited to see where the postcards get to!

So first we all got balloons...



Then everyone got all together, and we had a big "countdown".... 







.... And then off they flew.....








....Into the wild blue yonder!  Wonder where they'll end up....   If YOU find one, send us the postcard!






The kids were thrilled with it all.  Rayna kept shrieking "Oh my gosh!  Oh my gosh!"









...But Colsen was mad he couldn't have a balloon too!

Maybe next year. :)



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Sunday, April 1, 2007

A Saturday in Lake Park

What a perfect day today was weather-wise!   And it was something we were very grateful for because several weeks ago we had written YARD WORK in large letters on our calendar for this day.   Our yard has rapidly descended to overgrown jungledom and it's gotten to the point where I almost get teary when I look out into our backyard.   It used to be so pretty.   Now it all just screams at us, and taunts us.   I think of myself as a Warrior Against Entropy (a WAE for short) in our home.   And inside our home I am usually the loser in the battle... but I have occasional victories.   But our yard....   well, entropy has become the clear winner.

Until today!   Pete made a valiant effort to turn back the tide...   or at least to remove some of the last year's fallen leaves.   He worked hard for several hours and the yard is looking slightly better... and it's pretty sullen at us for lashing back at it.

We started our morning with a little wildlife adventure, though.   As I headed into our back-jungle, I was startled by a little bunny running across my path.   Then I noticed it was a really little bunny -- just a baby!   I started to yell for Strider to come over and see it, but as soon as I got the words out of my mouth, our neighbor's cat leaped around the corner and pounced on the little guy!   (The rabbit, not Strider)   The poor baby started screaming --- did you know bunnies could scream?   So I started screaming too -- and yelled to Strider, "No!   Go back !   Go back!"   He had no idea what I was talking about but he knew something good must be happening so he was trying to dart around me to see it.   I quickly herded him and Rayna (and my traumatized self) over to the other side of the house.   Pete meanwhile had the sense to try and rescue the little bunny (I was sure he was a goner.... the bunny, not Pete).   He took the little thing to Mary, our next-door neighbor who owns the cat and loves all kinds of wildlife.   She brought him (the bunny, not the cat) back over to our house a few minutes later and it turned out he was fine!   He was all sweetly cuddled up in her hands and seemed pretty calm... very sweet.   Mary tried to convince me that I should raise this bunny (who was named Easter by this point), but I recognized my limits -- which are already stretched to the max by the 2-legged critters in our house -- and told her I regretfully could not handle raising the bunny at this point.   So she called her granddaughter Jessie (a high school student) and she was very excited to come adopt the bunny.

A couple of hours later, Pete was raking in one of our flower beds and he found the little bunny nest -- and the bunny's sibling!   Again, so cute.   But again not going to raise a bunny.   So I called Jessie and told her about the situation and 15 minutes later she was in our driveway to adopt her 2nd bunny of the day!   Not sure what's she's going to call this one... Passover?   Palm Sunday?

Our other wildlife adventure was less fun today when Rayna found herself covered in fire ants.   She's so brave though.... she barely cries.   The rest of us all moan for hours (or days in Pete's case) when we get just one bite, but not Rayna.   She's the tough one around here.

This afternoon we were all out again (the entire neighborhood actually), doing more weeding and trimming.   One neighbor boy decided to set up our card table at the corner of the street and try to sell more of his baseball cards.   So then one of the neighbor girls decided to sell lemonade.   Of course Strider wanted to set up his own little shop as well, but I told him this time we had nothing to sell.   So next thing I knew he and another little girl had a sign that said, "Money for the Poor."   They proceeded to try and collect money to send to the Charlotte Rescue Mission.   It was quite a little open-air market at our corner by this point!

A car drove by our house a little later and they stopped and introduced themselves as the parents of the former owners of our house.   It was fun to talk with them and hear all kinds of trivia about the building of the house, etc.   Strider collected $2 from them.

Tonight there was a big basketball game between Ohio State and Georgetown.   Pete, of course, was obsessed with watching it as an avid OSU fan.   Shortly before the game started, though, Strider announced he was going to root for Georgetown, because he "needs some variety.   I've never not been rooting for Ohio State in my whole life."   So later when Pete said we had to hurry to get home to watch the Ohio State game, Strider promptly said, "You mean, the Georgetown game."

Just now the game ended and Strider came in and told me, "Just call me Mr. Depressed."   I guess Ohio State won.

Well, I have some more thoughts but this is already way too long.   Congrats to all of you who made it to the end.

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