Sometimes you feel like a nut....
I think we have Spring Fever around these parts. The girls have been playing with the flowers and my camera. I will share more of the weirdness as soon as I get them edited.
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Flower Power
Sometimes you feel like a nut....
I think we have Spring Fever around these parts. The girls have been playing with the flowers and my camera. I will share more of the weirdness as soon as I get them edited.
Fresh greens and one cute baby
Just a little gratuitous garden photography.
I am blessed to be hosting my favourite baby, (Miriam's daughter Laura, who loving calls me Kaka. Sweet eh!)
her sisters and a few other adorable children today. All told, there will be eleven children running amok at Calamity Farm this afternoon. As you can see I will have no opportunity to do any proper blogging. Thus the photo blogging.
Hope your day is full of as many blessing as mine! :)
Editor's note: Sorry for posting this again and again and...sorry, still having a few problems posting.
I am blessed to be hosting my favourite baby, (Miriam's daughter Laura, who loving calls me Kaka. Sweet eh!)
her sisters and a few other adorable children today. All told, there will be eleven children running amok at Calamity Farm this afternoon. As you can see I will have no opportunity to do any proper blogging. Thus the photo blogging.
Hope your day is full of as many blessing as mine! :)
Editor's note: Sorry for posting this again and again and...sorry, still having a few problems posting.
Birthday Girl
My baby girl is ten! TEN! When did that happen? I swear she's only...seven, yeah seven. Good grief, my little Fern is a young lady. ((sigh))
Fern was so concerned about her friend Sarah's health, she postponed her big soiree till Sarah has the OK from her doc to attend.
In true farm girl spirit, the Suite gals hosted us for a semi-suprise party complete with all the trimmings, sans roudy-ness of course.
Maddy and Sarah presented Fern with a lovely homemade cake (DELISH) and cards (LOVELY). Fern was ever the gracious recipient and blushed a rosy pink at being showered with such love and goodies.
The Suite girls, always the thoughtful hostesses, wrapped their guests in love, showered them with smiles and offered up the best chocolate covered strawberries....ever!
The Calamity Crew had a wonderful afternoon. Thank you again girls, for helping us celebrate such a special day.
Happy Birthday to my sweet Fern!
News
Well, well.
I am on my way to being a Black Belt.
Today I sit here a proud Camo Belted Martial Artist. I am still figuring out what that means in real life. For now, it means my muscles are so sore I can hardly type without pain. Mentally though, I am totally charged. My son's tutor says that becoming a Black Belt is all about attitude; an attitude you wear without the belt. Frankly my attitude lately has sucked. I didn't want to practice Tae Kwon Do. I didn't want to go to class. I didn't want to dress all four children and myself in our head to toe WHITE (hello people, I live in monsoon country) uniforms. I didn't want to scrub multiple mud stains out of said uniforms. Ugh, and the ironing! Nuff said.
I was so nervous about taking the Camo test yesterday. I am not a competitor. I had to really dig deep. I was sure I was going to fail. Mentally I was all over the place. I couldn't find my focus.
Then I made myself some Chamomile tea and thought of my friend Miriam giving it her all in Yoga class yesterday. Then I got a little bit of a spark....well, if she can do yoga with a broken hip, then I can do my freaking Tae Kwon Do. My hip isn't broken, but my attitude was surely busted.
Maybe I am a little competitive. That was all I needed to force me to action. The nervousness fell away and I performed better than I have in months. It felt amazing. Still feels amazing.
Everyone else did a fabulous job as well. Hubby passed his belt. He is sporting a shiny new Yellow Belt. My two youngest moved up to Yellow as well. Quote from Fidget: Wow, this new yellow headband looks really good on me. (That's my girl) Fern, jump-front-kicked some major booty and is a Camo Belted wonder. And the oldest man child faced the hardest test; being the only student in our class asked to repeat his form. I almost jumped out of my skin. I had to repress thoughts of throttling the judges. They were asking a lot of my, MY, baby. I was still holding my final position-standing like a statue not allowed to move-I couldn't turn my head to see how my son took this challenge. I was dying inside. I started to shake. I could hear the snap of Headstrong's uniform and the sound of his footfalls on the hardwood. As it turned out, Headstrong was overtaken with nerves. He did not pass fully to the next level. He would be a recommended Camo Belt. He gave it good effort but he did not demonstrate the sparkle the judges were looking for, however, he did show amazing Black Belt attitude. He stood with honor while he shook the judge's hands. He made his mama proud.
It really was only last week that Headstrong was a babe in my arms. Today he is a young man, taking the world in stride.
Let me just pause here to sob uncontrollably and wallow in self pity.
And feel old for a minute.
I am going to wager it will only be another month before this guy is off breaking little girl's hearts, as well as his mothers.
Over the weekend we hosted our farmy neighbors for a faux Oscar Party. Who needs celebrity foo-fa-rah when you can make your own? Neither of our families have local television so, we rented The Godfather (High School Musical 3 for the kids), dressed in our Oscar best, feasted on Les Schwab (Les Schwab's is a tire store that gives out "Free Beef" when you buy new tires, thank you "Free Beef" days) steaks and made foofy drinks for all; Shirley Temple's for the kids, Martini's and Lemon Drops for the adults. All told, it was a Fab'o evening. Defiantly a new tradition.
The road to Black Belt status surely must be paved with aching muscles, laundry, broken hearts, changing attitudes, party dresses and friendship. And children that grow up far too quickly.
I am on my way to being a Black Belt.
Today I sit here a proud Camo Belted Martial Artist. I am still figuring out what that means in real life. For now, it means my muscles are so sore I can hardly type without pain. Mentally though, I am totally charged. My son's tutor says that becoming a Black Belt is all about attitude; an attitude you wear without the belt. Frankly my attitude lately has sucked. I didn't want to practice Tae Kwon Do. I didn't want to go to class. I didn't want to dress all four children and myself in our head to toe WHITE (hello people, I live in monsoon country) uniforms. I didn't want to scrub multiple mud stains out of said uniforms. Ugh, and the ironing! Nuff said.
I was so nervous about taking the Camo test yesterday. I am not a competitor. I had to really dig deep. I was sure I was going to fail. Mentally I was all over the place. I couldn't find my focus.
Then I made myself some Chamomile tea and thought of my friend Miriam giving it her all in Yoga class yesterday. Then I got a little bit of a spark....well, if she can do yoga with a broken hip, then I can do my freaking Tae Kwon Do. My hip isn't broken, but my attitude was surely busted.
Maybe I am a little competitive. That was all I needed to force me to action. The nervousness fell away and I performed better than I have in months. It felt amazing. Still feels amazing.
Everyone else did a fabulous job as well. Hubby passed his belt. He is sporting a shiny new Yellow Belt. My two youngest moved up to Yellow as well. Quote from Fidget: Wow, this new yellow headband looks really good on me. (That's my girl) Fern, jump-front-kicked some major booty and is a Camo Belted wonder. And the oldest man child faced the hardest test; being the only student in our class asked to repeat his form. I almost jumped out of my skin. I had to repress thoughts of throttling the judges. They were asking a lot of my, MY, baby. I was still holding my final position-standing like a statue not allowed to move-I couldn't turn my head to see how my son took this challenge. I was dying inside. I started to shake. I could hear the snap of Headstrong's uniform and the sound of his footfalls on the hardwood. As it turned out, Headstrong was overtaken with nerves. He did not pass fully to the next level. He would be a recommended Camo Belt. He gave it good effort but he did not demonstrate the sparkle the judges were looking for, however, he did show amazing Black Belt attitude. He stood with honor while he shook the judge's hands. He made his mama proud.
It really was only last week that Headstrong was a babe in my arms. Today he is a young man, taking the world in stride.
Let me just pause here to sob uncontrollably and wallow in self pity.
And feel old for a minute.
I am going to wager it will only be another month before this guy is off breaking little girl's hearts, as well as his mothers.
Over the weekend we hosted our farmy neighbors for a faux Oscar Party. Who needs celebrity foo-fa-rah when you can make your own? Neither of our families have local television so, we rented The Godfather (High School Musical 3 for the kids), dressed in our Oscar best, feasted on Les Schwab (Les Schwab's is a tire store that gives out "Free Beef" when you buy new tires, thank you "Free Beef" days) steaks and made foofy drinks for all; Shirley Temple's for the kids, Martini's and Lemon Drops for the adults. All told, it was a Fab'o evening. Defiantly a new tradition.
*****
The road to Black Belt status surely must be paved with aching muscles, laundry, broken hearts, changing attitudes, party dresses and friendship. And children that grow up far too quickly.
Fun in the sun
Yesterday we decided to take a break and hit the park. I was however, a little apprehensive to venture anywhere near a set of monkey bars after our last park adventure.
(read: Headlong boy has had a complete recovery from his "Oh, it's broken. Maybe. Lets immobilize his arm till we know for sure." to the immediate discovery by our Family doc that his arm was dislocated at the elbow so he popped it right back into place, ordeal.)
Regardless of past woe's we made the best of a bright and sunny, albeit chilly, fall day.
Because someone has to do it...
Before we get ahead of ourselves, go ahead, slap me with the slacker of the YEAR award! Just smack me with it, and get it over with...K.
OUCH!
Well, my sweet baby girl turned 6 this weekend and as we celebrate birthdays like the Suite Family (week long partying) I thought that I would be uploading all sorts of cool pic's from our weekend of fun, right about now.
BUT NOOOOOOAH!
We have a problem. My little family, it seems must take a weeks worth of crap survival gear along with us. Where. Ever. We. Go. No joshing here. On Saturday we ( I mean the Gallant Inspector General or Dick Daring as he is now calling himself ) ahem, we, were loading up our 9 passenger SUV to spend the day at the lake partahhh-in' with our friends and fam, our checklist looked something like this:
Thankfully I have friends who blog. At least my suite friend had the wherewithal to post about my darling daughters birthday bash. Someone has to do it.
OUCH!
Well, my sweet baby girl turned 6 this weekend and as we celebrate birthdays like the Suite Family (week long partying) I thought that I would be uploading all sorts of cool pic's from our weekend of fun, right about now.
BUT NOOOOOOAH!
We have a problem. My little family, it seems must take a weeks worth of
- sunscreen
- 3 coolers w/drinks, food, cupcakes, frosting, lots and lots of ice.
- BombBQ
- blankets
- coats
- towels and suits
- goggles, life vests, noodles and various other floating thingies
- plastic wear, cups, paper plates, paper towels, wipe-ups
- cute vintage sheet for table cloth
- salt and pepper
- chairs ( something in the neighborhood of 20)
- extra change of clothes x6
- extra shoes
- birthday gifts
- laundry basket for hauling stuff to and fro
- magazines and books to read while lounging on the beach
- lighter for the BombBQ
- CAMERA......don't forget the camera!
- Memory card!!!!!!!
- sunglasses
- hats
- ice cream cones
OK. So. All of this crap survival gear got jammed into our 'Burban and there was barely any room for the kids. And yet we managed to forget the:
- Hats
- lighter
- tongs (plastic forks don't work well for moving boiling hot food around)
- birthday candles (thank goodness for a Dollar Tree along the way)
and, we were short one chair.
I did however manage to squeeze in the camera and I did (really I did) take lots and lots of pictures of all the festivities. But....for the life of me I can't find the camera now. I shoved it into the car as we were leaving the lake. I even had to pull it out at the last second to retrieve a Band-Aid for poor, HeadLong. He sat on a Hornet that was lounging peacefully on his car seat. (read: Poor little guy took the stinging personally. He kept saying, 'Why did it want to hurt me so....Why? I didn't do anything to that bee. Why?) So, I know the camera made it back from the lake...I just don't know what pile of crap survival gear it is lurking in. Frankly I am too lazy tired to go tearing into the piles.
Thankfully I have friends who blog. At least my suite friend had the wherewithal to post about my darling daughters birthday bash. Someone has to do it.
"It's a sunny day out"
The sun decided to come out and play today. It was still quite nippy out but the kids and I got out anyway. We went out for some early dinner. Miri and the grills met us there and we had a wonderful afternoon of food and fun. The grills made a fort and the boys rough-housed in the yard.
My favourite part was finding the perfect living room in an old Country Living. I poured over the spread for close to an hour, scheming on how I could make it mine. Of course if my darling husband saw the 10 different prints employed throughout the photo's he would run screaming in the opposite direction. There is always hope right??
I am stealing the daily blogging idea from my friends Miri and Misty. I just hope I don't run out of things to say.......HahaHa!
My favourite part was finding the perfect living room in an old Country Living. I poured over the spread for close to an hour, scheming on how I could make it mine. Of course if my darling husband saw the 10 different prints employed throughout the photo's he would run screaming in the opposite direction. There is always hope right??
I am stealing the daily blogging idea from my friends Miri and Misty. I just hope I don't run out of things to say.......HahaHa!
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