Tuesday, October 27, 2009

A Fall Drive

My family is strange. We like doing things, but we don't like doing things. Hmm, that made a whole lot of sense, now didn't it? Let me 'splain. I know people and families who stack activity after activity after activity after activity into every day they have. The thought exhausts me and even overwhelms me. I like just being. I do enjoy going places and doing things but I dislike cramming bunches of activities together. Every now and then I have a jam packed life, but truly, I like breathing. Brett, of course, loves slow pace as well. Unless we're playing some rousing game of ball or something. He has cat like reflexes! That boy can move!

Anyway, one of my favorite 'activities' is just to drive. Aimlessly. Pack up some snacks and let's see where we end up. I used to love Sunday afternoon drives when I was a child. And that's what happened last Sunday afternoon. Alas, the sun didn't ever truly show up, but we enjoyed the colors of fall anyway.

And the candy store.
The window to the Professor's Heart...Sugar...Sugar...Sugar...

See how the Professor is lovin' his Daddy. This is an answer to prayer. When Professor X was still a new infant, Brett was on the phone to his Momma and I heard him say, Ya, I think he's going to be a Daddy's boy....dun, dun, dun. I was still way too hormonal to hear this. X was my cubby bear who loved to be held and snuggled. He looked as though he had been freshly laundered and sent down from Heaven just for me. Oh, his head full of snow white hair and his sweet baby smell and he would nurse and fall asleep as a little milk would spill out of his mouth...And this Daddy was going to steal my baby?!?!?!? I set my plan into motion to make him a Momma's boy. And it worked. Seriously. And that has bothered Brett. He has felt like Prof X doesn't choose to be with him. Brett has been trying to put himself out there more for X. And that too has worked. Now the Prof interacts with Daddy more like T-Bird does. And before you feel too bad for Brett, Hoot has been Daddy's boy from birth. Oh, that kid! He only wanted me to hold him when he needed to nurse!!! Even directly after birth!!!!! Once again, a little too hormonal to be an infants wet nurse! I needed me a baby to hold and kiss and smell and love and ooh and ahh over.

Anywho, I love the picture above because X is loving his Daddy. Because now I feel slightly remorseful for my hormonal plot years ago. Bah, to selfish amition!


Fun finds.

Boots and running pants...There is no better fashion statement.

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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Images That Make Me Smile

I forgot this one on the mushroom post. It's a mushroom growing directly in the middle of a fence post! So neat! And yes, I took a picture of it in front of Brett's family as they all looked at me like I'm crazy. Well, I am crazy and I like random beauty. Now that we all know that, we can move forward.

Sweaty, red faced boy! I love this look on him.

A fence full of boys. Note: the flamboyantly, ridiculously clad child is mine. Just like his flamboyantly ridiculous Momma.

I don't believe this set could hold another child. 7 boys/1 girl. She's gonna be tough.

I don't know why I kept falling for it. Tristan would ask me something and then I'd answer and he'd just look at me like, well, like this...Ya, keep talking lady. I ain't hearing a thing.

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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The Homeschool Files: A Mushroom Study

Yes, I'm ridiculous. Yes, I love mushrooms. Yes, some piece of me thinks they are magical and are an important piece to an enchanted forest. Blast me and my whimsical thoughts. But truly, mushrooms are fun to discover, at least for this herd.

We've enjoyed our mushroom study and wanted to share some of our finds.

A beautiful fungus. My favorite.
Doesn't this mushroom just make you happy?!!?

We even found a fairy ring less than a mile from our home. I didn't have my camera and went back to get it. By the time we returned, some ADULT had mowed them all down. Why can't big people see the beauty in a ring of mushrooms?!?!
Okay, the only time I don't like mushrooms is when my husband refers to morels as Dry Land Fish. It totally grosses me out. Morels grow up in his mountain homeland. Bleh, for eating Dry Land Fish. Bleh, bleh.
And did I mention that I'm totally allergic to mushrooms. Sad, sad. They are so good (!!) but not so good for me. {sigh of disappointment}......
Since I can't eat them, I'll observe them!

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

He Just Has Itchy Fingers

I have one of those kids. You know the one that is sweet and cooperative, kind and fun loving. He doesn't give me a hard time. He's just great. The easiest kid I have.

With easy has come creativity. That boy has to be creative ALL THE TIME. I get "Mom, I need to do something several times a day." One of his other favorite things to ring out is We can do anything we want! In a sing-song creative sense of anything we want.

I'm all for crafts and creativity as long as my house is in order. Yes, my stumbling block is my home. I hate having fun in a mess. Laundry and dishes and dogs seem to be my creative foes. However, Mr Creativity T-Bird has no problem designing in any circumstance. We say to our boys, You are destined for greatness. When we say that to T, he just looks up at us and says, I know.


Here's what happened during Math.

Our own Math U See mascot.

By the way, the assignment had nothing to do with fashioning your own critter. He just sees things differently.

And look at this fine Italian Leather gift of a journal Brett received from one of his friends who journeyed to the great boot of a country nearly a decade ago.
{Brett used to be something of a writer. Kids have delayed that greatness a bit. This journal has sat empty all these years}

You really shouldn't let things just sit around. Especially, since Itchy Fingers himself is lurking about.

Because he will snatch it up and begin writing and illustrating his own great work.


Deep, deep thoughts.

Think, think, think.

Ah, yes that's it...
While T should have asked to use the journal, Brett and I are both so, so pleased that he has taken to writing sentences and conversations all on his own accord. This is another prayer answered. T-Bird has never been one to just sit down and write a paragraph. Of course, he just turned seven, but sometimes I have such big ideas of what my children should do and when. T just needed the right venue to express himself. It's so much easier to let our kids develop in their time instead of our {read also society's} ideas of what is appropriate when. Yea for T!
Back to itchy fingers. Recently he glued his Daddy's wallet to my dresser. You would think my ears would perk up a bit more when he says he needs to do something...
Yesterday, he trimmed my hedges, brought in the clippings, duct taped them to a box to make forest shrubbery so they could recreate the Appalachians and he could be Daniel Boone. He would be both Daniel and Indians when needed.
We're working on reigning him in. Do you see a pattern? He does things to see what will happen as in discovery, imagination, education--not thinking that the things he touches are things that could be dangerous and he should ask for help. That would interrupt the creative surprise. I mean should he really just go pick up hedge clippers and have at it?? I was thinking NO!
Overall, I'm so thankful for his creative little spirit. I just have to make sure to remember what needing to do something means...

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A Super Birthday

When did fall turn into party season? It seems we have so many birthdays and anniversaries during the fall months now.

Here is one of our parties we attended. A "Super" party with Super Heroes!

Now that kid has got some muscles!

This girl!!! That's all you have to say! Oh, I adore this girl. Perfectly pretty, completely tomboy!

Birthday Boy, hanging out as a regular boy. But truly, he's Spider Man when the world needs him.

And his Dad is Mr. Incredible. That's just incredible to me.

My dear love chose to entertain the kids by tossing and flipping them into the jumpy blow up thingy.

And this girl couldn't get enough of Brett.

Look at the trail of kids hunting him down.

Even out to the trash.

Look at the two monkeys inspecting the trash...momentarily distracted.
Brett has the lid to reach a toy that is stuck beyond his reach. He doesn't just carry lids to trash around for the fun of it. Not usually, at least.

What a lovely couple.

A Super Family

We had a blast. My friend Briana took tons of fantastic pictures. If you're my facebook friend, you may have seen them. My memory card was nearly full...How did that happen?? Oh, that's right, Hoot and the Professor explored their world through my lens without permission. Hmmm...but they are good picture takers...kind of.

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