Truth is....we haven't done school in two days. I just didn't have the gumption. And, the kids haven't minded. Today, we're back at it.
Truth is...I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. But, Christmas is stressing me out already.
Truth is...I don't want to be stressed out about Christmas. I want to enjoy it and make happy memories for my kids.
Truth is...we can't afford much right now, let alone Christmas presents.
Truth is...I don't want presents to be the focus of Christmas. And, it always works out.
Truth is...I've been doing some "light" exercising every day and I can notice a difference in my energy level!
Truth is..I still have really bad eating habits.
Truth is..one step at a time, right?
Truth is... I've learned that another friend has been re-diagnosed with cancer.
Truth is..cancer can suck it.
Truth is...I've been feeling like my kids are being extra needy and crabby.
Truth is...it's probably ME that's extra needy and crabby.
Truth is...we have a date night planned for Friday and it couldn't come at a better time!
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Thursday, November 17, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Reading at a Third Grade Level
My daughter is reading a book for her very first book report!
Now, she is a very good reader, doesn't need much help sounding out words. However, her reading comprehension needs some work. She has a hard time telling you what has she read or taking a test about what has read.
With some gentle encouragement from me, she chose this book:
(Except, it wasn't this EXACT book. It was mine from when I was Josie's age. So, the book cover is a tad different but you get the point)
Like I said,it was my copy from when I was in 3rd grade. And,it was one book out of a set of 4. But, I thought this would be a great book for Josie to start with.
And, to be a better teacher/parent, I decided maybe I should read the book as well, in order to help Josie with her comprehension.
I ended up reading all 4 books last weekend.
I'm very proud of myself! And, my reading comprehension is awesome! I got 100% on all my daughters tests!
Now, she is a very good reader, doesn't need much help sounding out words. However, her reading comprehension needs some work. She has a hard time telling you what has she read or taking a test about what has read.
With some gentle encouragement from me, she chose this book:
Like I said,it was my copy from when I was in 3rd grade. And,it was one book out of a set of 4. But, I thought this would be a great book for Josie to start with.
And, to be a better teacher/parent, I decided maybe I should read the book as well, in order to help Josie with her comprehension.
I ended up reading all 4 books last weekend.
I'm very proud of myself! And, my reading comprehension is awesome! I got 100% on all my daughters tests!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Wordless Wednesday--With Words
Wanna see something gross?
This? Is gross. This is my 6 year old son's arm cast. After TWO weeks. He has had 3 casts total throughout this whole broken arm ordeal
My sister in law asked "Is that MOLD?" and it is not. The blue is mouth wash. Jarrett thought he needed some one evening and got under the bathroom sink and helped himself. And spilled it all over.
Truthfully, I think a nice minty cast is way more pleasant, don't you?
My sister in law asked "Is that MOLD?" and it is not. The blue is mouth wash. Jarrett thought he needed some one evening and got under the bathroom sink and helped himself. And spilled it all over.
Truthfully, I think a nice minty cast is way more pleasant, don't you?
Friday, November 4, 2011
Quickie
Since I haven't posted in over a month, I felt the need to log on quickly just to post "I'm still alive".
And, I am. Some days, more than others.
October quickly moved aside for November and my head is still spinning at how fast it went by. We are entering (some have jumped feet first into it!) the Holidays. And, some of it I'm looking forward to and of course, some of it is already stressing me out.
I have many, many post brewing in my mind. But, finding less and less time to put them on here. And yet, I feel a very strong need to put them here. So, soon, I will make it a priority and start posting again.
But, for now, I'm putting my energies in to other things. Some mundane. Some life changing.
All is good!
And, I am. Some days, more than others.
October quickly moved aside for November and my head is still spinning at how fast it went by. We are entering (some have jumped feet first into it!) the Holidays. And, some of it I'm looking forward to and of course, some of it is already stressing me out.
I have many, many post brewing in my mind. But, finding less and less time to put them on here. And yet, I feel a very strong need to put them here. So, soon, I will make it a priority and start posting again.
But, for now, I'm putting my energies in to other things. Some mundane. Some life changing.
All is good!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
*Warning: Do Not Read This Post If You Are a Vegetarian. Or, A Member of P*ETA
My husband, father and son arrived in Wyoming around 10 p.m. last night.
At 9:30 this morning, I received these pictures via text messaging:
Those of you that hunt and/or live in Oregon can appreciate how crazy it is to get an antelope within 12 hours of arriving in the hunt area. Here, in Oregon, you have to put your name in a drawing and maybe once in a lifetime, perhaps twice, your name will be drawn. That means, you can purchase a tag and go LOOK for antelope. They are few and far between here. So, even after you've spent money on putting your name in the drawing, THEN more money on the tag, you may come home with nothing.
But, apparently, in Wyoming, it's not so difficult.
I spoke with Jayce this afternoon and he told me all about it and he was SO excited.
Yesterday was a difficult day, for me, and ok, for Jarrett too but.... I was a rock. Seriously. I didn't cry or break down or panic. (Yes, I know. Jarrett was the bigger stud as he didn't cry hardly at all nor did he panic or break down but I'm making a point here, just stay with me)
But, hearing my 12 yr. old son talk about something that was so exciting to him, he was shaking and vibrating over the phone, and knowing that he was sharing that with his father, his grandfather and his uncle, I broke down. I sobbed like a kid that broke his arm should have.
At 9:30 this morning, I received these pictures via text messaging:
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| Papa, Jayce and Judd |
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| Jayce with his first hunt! |
But, apparently, in Wyoming, it's not so difficult.
I spoke with Jayce this afternoon and he told me all about it and he was SO excited.
Yesterday was a difficult day, for me, and ok, for Jarrett too but.... I was a rock. Seriously. I didn't cry or break down or panic. (Yes, I know. Jarrett was the bigger stud as he didn't cry hardly at all nor did he panic or break down but I'm making a point here, just stay with me)
But, hearing my 12 yr. old son talk about something that was so exciting to him, he was shaking and vibrating over the phone, and knowing that he was sharing that with his father, his grandfather and his uncle, I broke down. I sobbed like a kid that broke his arm should have.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Fell Off a Sea Lion
It just isn't meant to be, I think. We are not meant to go to the aquarium. If you read this post, you will understand. If, like me, you are too lazy to read it, I will sum it up--we tried to go to the aquarium at the beach, a few months ago, two hours away, it sucked, we came home.
My husband and Jayce left at 5:30 this morning to go hunting with my brother in Wyoming. They will be gone a week or so. I decided that myself and my mother could handle taking the other 3 kids to the aquarium as our Groupon expires next week.
Away we go!
We get there, no problem. No school buses, no rain, no crowds. We walk around outside, we visit the shark tunnel thing. All along the way, Jarrett is climbing on every. single. thing! I tell him to stop and there is a designated place up the way that he can climb,climb, climb.
And, also, he can fall, fall, fall. Which he did. Hard. I see it, I can't stop it. But, down he goes. He falls off a sea lion statue. I think "Oh, he broke it, he broke his arm. " I rush over expecting to see a bone poking out but there wasn't! He wasn't even crying. Much.
I think maybe it's just a bad sprain? We put ice on it, we get out our lunch, which excites Jeven until he realizes he ate most of his own lunch on the ride there. I notice there is a largish "lump" up Jarrett's forearm. I start to question if it's a sprain or not. He won't move it, his fingers tingle. Not good. I decide we should take him to Urgent Care. In a town where I have no idea where anything is, besides the ocean and the candy shop. I decide that we will ask at the front counter, on our way out, where the nearest Urgent Care is.
Josie cries as she didn't get to see everything OR spend the $2 she brought, in the gift shop.
We stop at the front counter, ask about the clinic and are told that we need to fill out an accident report and "Wait right there!". We wait. And wait. And wait. Until finally, a man comes with a scrap piece of paper in his hand. He asks me for my name, address, phone number and what happened. I tell him. He writes "Fell off sea lion". That's it. My son's worst day EVER has been summed up in those 4 words.
We head out towards the parking lot to find our friends had arrived! Just a coincidence. But, I explain that we are leaving to take Jarrett to hospital and Josie then cries because she can't stay. I get frustrated with Josie because she is quickly demanding all the attention that should be centered on Jarrett.
Following the detailed directions of the aquarium staff, "You take , like, the 3rd or 4th right past the hotel with bricks. Yeah.", we find the Urgent Care clinic. Which is closed for lunch until 1:30. Seriously.
It is now 1:15. We decide to wait. When they do open, we find out there is ONE doctor on duty. One. We are told it will be a two hour wait.
I decide, in two hours, we could be home. Jarrett is not crying. He's babying his arm but otherwise, he's cool. Chillin'.
I call my brother in law, who happens to be a sports therapist (perks!) and he explains that a break will hurt less than a sprain and it would be totally fine to just drive home, as there's no protrusion or anything.
So, approx 1 hour after arriving at the aquarium that we drove 2 hours to get to, we are headed back home.
Three quarters of the way home, I call our pediatrician and give them a heads up, to which I am told we will have to wait until the after hours clinic is open as there is no way we will make it back in time to see our regular doctor. Which, actually is a good thing as the after hours clinic has all the x-ray equipment. I take first available slot, which is at 8:30. At night. But, our regular doctor is the doctor that will be seeing him.
We come home, veg, eat. Jarrett is still not crying or even complaining. I'm starting to wonder if he's even hurt. I poke him. He yells at me. I decide he's really hurt.
Finally, we get to doctor's office, where Jarrett tells the doctor "Nope" every time the doctor says "Does it hurt here? Here?". Seriously?
We go to x-ray. Doctor looks at it. Says "Yup. Broken"
Puts a temporary cast on it.
I guess we will see an orthopedist next week. I say "guess" because I think I was more confused leaving the clinic than when I arrived.
Seems the doctor and his staff were in a hurry to get rid of us, he didn't explain things very well to me ( in my opinion) and I was too tired/shocked to really think clearly.
I called my helpful brother in law, again, and now have a little better idea of what's going on and why. Swelling, proper setting, etc.
Anyways, day one of being a single parent while my husband hunts, not so good. Could have been worse. Could definitely have been better.
Those darn sea lions!!
My husband and Jayce left at 5:30 this morning to go hunting with my brother in Wyoming. They will be gone a week or so. I decided that myself and my mother could handle taking the other 3 kids to the aquarium as our Groupon expires next week.
Away we go!
We get there, no problem. No school buses, no rain, no crowds. We walk around outside, we visit the shark tunnel thing. All along the way, Jarrett is climbing on every. single. thing! I tell him to stop and there is a designated place up the way that he can climb,climb, climb.
And, also, he can fall, fall, fall. Which he did. Hard. I see it, I can't stop it. But, down he goes. He falls off a sea lion statue. I think "Oh, he broke it, he broke his arm. " I rush over expecting to see a bone poking out but there wasn't! He wasn't even crying. Much.
I think maybe it's just a bad sprain? We put ice on it, we get out our lunch, which excites Jeven until he realizes he ate most of his own lunch on the ride there. I notice there is a largish "lump" up Jarrett's forearm. I start to question if it's a sprain or not. He won't move it, his fingers tingle. Not good. I decide we should take him to Urgent Care. In a town where I have no idea where anything is, besides the ocean and the candy shop. I decide that we will ask at the front counter, on our way out, where the nearest Urgent Care is.
Josie cries as she didn't get to see everything OR spend the $2 she brought, in the gift shop.
We stop at the front counter, ask about the clinic and are told that we need to fill out an accident report and "Wait right there!". We wait. And wait. And wait. Until finally, a man comes with a scrap piece of paper in his hand. He asks me for my name, address, phone number and what happened. I tell him. He writes "Fell off sea lion". That's it. My son's worst day EVER has been summed up in those 4 words.
We head out towards the parking lot to find our friends had arrived! Just a coincidence. But, I explain that we are leaving to take Jarrett to hospital and Josie then cries because she can't stay. I get frustrated with Josie because she is quickly demanding all the attention that should be centered on Jarrett.
Following the detailed directions of the aquarium staff, "You take , like, the 3rd or 4th right past the hotel with bricks. Yeah.", we find the Urgent Care clinic. Which is closed for lunch until 1:30. Seriously.
It is now 1:15. We decide to wait. When they do open, we find out there is ONE doctor on duty. One. We are told it will be a two hour wait.
I decide, in two hours, we could be home. Jarrett is not crying. He's babying his arm but otherwise, he's cool. Chillin'.
I call my brother in law, who happens to be a sports therapist (perks!) and he explains that a break will hurt less than a sprain and it would be totally fine to just drive home, as there's no protrusion or anything.
So, approx 1 hour after arriving at the aquarium that we drove 2 hours to get to, we are headed back home.
Three quarters of the way home, I call our pediatrician and give them a heads up, to which I am told we will have to wait until the after hours clinic is open as there is no way we will make it back in time to see our regular doctor. Which, actually is a good thing as the after hours clinic has all the x-ray equipment. I take first available slot, which is at 8:30. At night. But, our regular doctor is the doctor that will be seeing him.
We come home, veg, eat. Jarrett is still not crying or even complaining. I'm starting to wonder if he's even hurt. I poke him. He yells at me. I decide he's really hurt.
Finally, we get to doctor's office, where Jarrett tells the doctor "Nope" every time the doctor says "Does it hurt here? Here?". Seriously?
We go to x-ray. Doctor looks at it. Says "Yup. Broken"
Puts a temporary cast on it.
I guess we will see an orthopedist next week. I say "guess" because I think I was more confused leaving the clinic than when I arrived.
Seems the doctor and his staff were in a hurry to get rid of us, he didn't explain things very well to me ( in my opinion) and I was too tired/shocked to really think clearly.
I called my helpful brother in law, again, and now have a little better idea of what's going on and why. Swelling, proper setting, etc.
Anyways, day one of being a single parent while my husband hunts, not so good. Could have been worse. Could definitely have been better.
Those darn sea lions!!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
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