Yet another mommy blogging about how cute her kids are.

Turtle Marking

by Toni

Last summer we had frequent visits from Turtle Tom and Mr. X.  We knew because the first time each of these hard shelled friends visited our yard, we took a bit of nail polish and marked them.  It was such fun to see them appear and to KNOW it was them that this year our first turtle visitor got his own marking.

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We are very excited to see if he returns.

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I’m sure that there’s some nature rule completely invalidating this activity but we did it anyway…. we’re not that big on following rules.  That said, we don’t mark every turtle that comes our way. 

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Sometimes we just delight and send them along.

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On a totally unrelated note, I love happy accidents with the camera focus, don’t you?

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Ice Transfer

by Toni

Dora is ready for school. Not technically, she won’t even turn four until this summer; but she is ready and it occurred to me that perhaps I’d better get ready too.  So last weekend I put together a set of workboxes for her and printed and cut and laminated to make some stuff to fill them.  Nothing too intense, obviously.  I mostly used the Letter of the Week curriculum from Confessions of a Homeschooler, in case you’re interested.  But I also pulled from this gem of a website. (I love, love all the free ideas they share in the DIY section.)  This is the one we did and will definitely be repeating.  Super simple and occupied Z for almost 20 minutes.  Dora only stayed until Z touched her arm with a wet spoon at which point she was overcome with emotion and had to flee the scene.  On second thought, maybe she’s not ready. Winking smile

Aaanyway, put some ice in a bowl and add water.

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Get some utensils.  We chose slotted spoons, regular spoons & tongs. Get another bowl.  Invite the kiddos to move the ice from one container to the other.

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These pics above were before the arm touching incident (and before I got the settings on my camera figured out).  The ones below came after.

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The slotted scoop … by far the favorite.

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Two hands.

Teach ‘em to multi-task young, that’s what I always say.  Actually, I’ve never said it but it was pretty cute to watch.

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Almost got it …..

Love that look of concentration. 

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Yes! …..

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Success!

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Whew, that was way too intense.  I’m going back to the scoop.

Once he got one bowl emptied of ice, he’d pour the water into the other and start all over again.  Things really got interesting when the ice got so small it kept slipping through the slots in his spoon and then too small to pick up even with the tongs. 

All in all a successful and clean experiment.  I stress the clean here because in case you didn’t notice that is a very wet and dirty Pablo lying on the cement in the background.  Clearly collateral damage from some other toddler boy adventure.


A Building Story

by Toni

For as long as I can remember my dad had been able to take a stack of wood and turn it into something useful or fun and often both.  When I was in grade school, he built our chicken coop, and it held the hundred or so chicks that fostered my current affinity for such birds.  He built us kids a treehouse, remodeled several actual houses, and constructed a tower that allowed one to climb about 25 feet up to the first and only zip line in our neighborhood.  During my high school years he changed an attic space into a real room so his daughters no longer had to share.  And when one of those daughters needed somewhere to put all the books she’d collected, he built a set of cases that still stand in my home today.

On all of these projects and many more I stood by his side handing him tools and hardware, holding boards, and fetching tall glasses of tea. I learned how to step up when I was needed and to step out of the way when I was not.  This year though, it occurred to me that maybe I could do a little more and that if anyone could teach me how, it would be my dad.  So, I took him a set of plans for a little something I wanted.

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He nodded and smiled and took me to the hardware store.  A couple of hours and several cuts later, we had a pile of pieces ready for the next step. 

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He’s not used to working around the constraints of naptime but I think he handled the whole “Let’s stop until tomorrow.” thing pretty well.

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The next day, we worked together again.  Not me handing him stuff but really working together.  (I know because when my mom came to check on us she brought two strawberry shakes, and it is a well known fact that if someone brings you a drink when you’re building something then you are, in fact, one of the workers and not just a sidekick.)

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By the end of the day I knew how to use the saw and the drill press.  I’d learned a trick for cutting wood templates instead of measuring everything.  I also got a great memory to tuck away for later …. and a yummy, strawberry shake.

My kiddos got a new sleeping arrangement.

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*Want to build your own?  You can find the plans for these toddler bunk beds right here. Smile

*Special thanks to my niece who took several of these great picture while I was working.

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Project 52 (Week 3) Set a Daily Intention

by Toni

According to Shawn, a daily intention is simply a “focus on one area that I can excel or accomplish.”  I had to stop and think about that for a bit.  “ONE area.” I’m a list maker so I have a tendency to start with a few things that need done and add and add and add until the list is so long it lacks focus and it could never be accomplished in a single day.  To help curb this habit, I long ago started each day by filling out my daily docket where there is space for only 3 MIT’s (most important tasks). But this Daily Intention thing … it’s about more than tasks.  It’s more about an attitude … a way of approaching tasks. “Be patient”, “embrace silence” and “say yes more” are a few of her examples.

I’ve set a couple different intentions this week “don’t raise your voice” was somewhat forced upon me because of a scratchy throat, but had a remarkably calming effect on the entire household, and even allowed me to laugh when Dora added Do-A-Dot’s to the walls mere hours after the handyman had removed her previous artwork.  “Don’t interrupt.” is a big one for me and one I’ll have to keep working on because I’m terrible on this point.  But the intention that had the most far reaching effects on this week was “rethink normal.”

See it’s winter in Oklahoma and while the weather has actually been fairly mild, I can’t send the kids outside to play all day like I can in the spring or fall.  Consequently, my sofa was constantly be re-made into a fort, the game room looked like a toy truck exploded and requests for screen time had reached a record high.  These kiddos had some energy that needed to be released.

Normal:

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Rethinking Normal:

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You should also know that part of rethinking normal means rethinking rules and the value of rules and which rules we value. Not many, in case your wondering.

  • This structure is for outdoor use only. (uhm, yeah.)

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  • Recommended ages 4-10 (we only have one child that falls in this range … pretty sure everybody else is going to use it too.)

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  • Requires 2 adults to assemble (or one adult and a tween and a big kid and a toddler and a slightly bigger toddler)

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  • Children should not be present during assembly (see previous note)
  • There must be no obstructions within 6 feet of the structure (I would totally comply with this one if I lived in say … a castle … or a gymnasium.)
  • Do not allow children to add anything (ie ropes etc) that is not specifically designed to be used with the structure. (Actually, using sheets as hammocks was my idea so technically the children didn’t add them.)
  • No more than 4 children should be on the dome at one time. (Really?!)

I mention these mostly because these may be rules that you do value, in which case it is unlikely that you will be installing a geometric dome climber in your house anytime soon but if you don’t and you do then you will be glad you did because no one will even think of taking apart your sofa all day.

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They’ll be way too busy.


Transformation

by Toni

“Hey, Mom!  Do you want to see something cool?” Sister asks.

“I’d love to. Can I take a picture?”

She shrugs, “Sure, if you want too.”

I quickly grab my camera because it’s not often the pre-teen consents to snapshots. Coming back to the table, she directs my attention to a box she’s drawn.  “Uhm, okay?”

“Watch.”

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“Cool, huh?”

Yes.  Very cool.


Journey to Four

by Toni

Motherhood is a club.  Before I was a mom it was a club in the same way that AARP is to me now.  Distant.  Something I might be a part of someday but not really worth thinking about yet.  Now that I am a mom I realize there are different club levels   You’ve got your new moms, your crunchy moms, corporate moms, know everything moms, …. and you’ve got your moms of many.  After #1 I knew I didn’t want to join that club and after #2 I knew it even more.  Two is so nice.  One Girl, One Boy.  It makes sense really, I have two hands for them to hold across the street.  Hubby and I could each take a child when we went out. I have two legs for them to occupy at story time.  Two is almost perfect.  It was the almost that baffled me.  I am a logical person.  I am not ruled by my emotions; not swayed by some prehistoric/biblical urge to produce; and yet.  And yet, my heart was not full and I dreamt of a home bustling with the activity of a larger family.

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Yep, that’s better.


Thankfully, His Love Never Fails

by Toni

*from the drafts folder

This morning a little one woke at 5:36.  She scuffled about looking for something to soothe and knowing it was only a matter of tome before she didn’t find it, I roused myself out of slumber just enough to fetch a new milk from the kitchen.  Handing her the bottle I started longingly to return to my previously blissful state when He spoke up.

“You’re already up. Come spend some time with me.”

Oh Lord, it’s too early. Why don’t you wake me up in 15 more minutes.

“Really, Toni?  You’re going to keep the Creator of the Universe waiting.”

I thought for a moment…but only a moment…and then in that arrogant, my needs are more important than yours way that we humans have mastered, I returned to the still warm bed and replied a muffled, “yes” from the depths of my pillow.

I knew better.

At 5:48 the other little one stirred for the same reason and I drug myself to the kitchen for his turn at a refill.

He spoke again, “Are you ready now?”

Some quick mental math will tell you that only 12 of my requested 15 minutes had passed but I decided I had better not mention it lest He pull out that Creator of the Universe card again.

 

“I can’t brag about my love for God because I fail Him daily, but I can brag about His love for me because it never fails.”                  ~ Owl City ~

True, that.


Cover = Blown

by Toni

Most every Friday night at our house is pizza night.  Sometimes we make it but usually we order out.  On this particular Friday, Will headed out the not so local Mazzio’s to pick up our pies.  I stayed home with the kiddos.  Sister quietly researched how to fill her currently empty aquarium.  Brother snagged my Kindle and proceeded to bury himself in the world of Minecraft.  Z hung out with me playing stickers and begging “ickle me!”  Dora joined us but declined to be “ickled.”  Not wanting anyone left out of the game, Z refused her denial and she promptly pinched his neck to show her resolve.  Crying ensued, lots of crying.  Realizing that she had perhaps overstepped, Dora apologized; a sweet side hug apology ending in “I’ll never do it, ever again.”  The boy’s shirt was actually damp with the water/salt mixture that comes from being supremely hurt and yet, he immediately returned an almost cheery, “dat’s otay.”  I smiled, sighing just a bit at the sweetness.

And all was well in the Land of Simple.

Except it wasn’t because then Dora had the nerve to offer Z a sticker and he screamed, “NO!” and began to rage as well as one can when holding two plastic dolphins until he realized that the dolphins were holding him back whereupon he flung them with purpose and great intensity such that the weaker of the two developed a nasty crack down its glittered side.  It was a travesty to be sure but even more so because the mother in the room cried out the obvious, “Z.  You broke the dolphin.”  His Sister hearing the foul so named took up the battle cry, and added her own brand of melodrama to the scene.

Probably because of the din and not a little in part because she was yelling at the children to, “Just stop, crying already.  You are NOT hurt.” the mother failed to note the return of her husband with the pizza.  The pizza and a neighbor.  A neighbor who at this unfortunate moment was not deaf.

Gone now are all efforts to  impress said neighbor with my enormous patience and parenting savvy.  The secret is out.  If she didn’t suspect before (which she probably did) now she knows, I’m just a real mom with real kids and we have a real life.  A really good (albeit sometimes bumpy) life.


Little Skills

by Toni

Holding a pencil properly

Using glue

Tying knots

Cutting paper

We take these skills for granted but she finds them fascinating ….

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and I am fascinated watching her master them.


Date Night – January

by Toni

We used to take a date every week.  Then it was every other week.  Then every month … or so … or not.  Then life happened and the dates stopped happening.  I’m on a mission to revive the habit. Winking smile

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