Jay has always wanted to have a "project car". He is always on the lookout for something that he can work on with the kids in order to teach them about automotive repair, money management, satisfaction in doing work well, independence, perseverance, etc. He still hasn't found the car that he hopes Sam will eventually drive after working on it for a few years, but when Joey got his 1990 Jeep Wrangler in January it ended up fitting the bill.
A few weeks ago, the drive shaft cracked in the Jeep, rendering it undrivable. (Luckily, we still have the truck Joey drove before the Jeep entered his life, so he was able to carry on.) Joey and Jay assessed the damage, watched some videos on YouTube, and ordered the necessary parts. While waiting for the parts, Joey read the Jeep repair manual and figured out what he needed to do.
The last part arrived today. When Jay was unable to help him get started right away, Joey began the work himself. Sam and Tony watched (and assisted when needed). After three hours or so, long after the younger boys abandoned ship, he came upstairs and happily showed us his repair. This was not a simple replacement. Please understand that I know very little about car engines, but it involved U Joints, grease, transfer case housing, bushings and other assorted parts.
Joey had little experience before today with complex auto repair, so needless to say we were very impressed by his motivation and tenacity. When he ran into a problem with some roller bearings he figured it out on his own. Now he understands that he can learn how to fix pretty much anything by finding a "how-to" YouTube video on the subject, and that is a gift that keeps on giving.Joey's
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Monday, March 30, 2015
Movin' on Up
We just finished registering Sam for Paraclete High School. Gulp.
Next year we will have three kids in high school at once. Joey will be a senior, Lindsey will be a sophomore and Sam will be a freshman.
The other four will remain at Sacred Heart (provided I find the time to re-register them before the deadline tomorrow).
Now, you might think this is a story about how I can't believe how fast this time came about. After all, wasn't it just yesterday that I captured a video of Sam scootering in the front yard in his overalls, wearing Lindsey's pink sparkly princess sandals, crashing, then getting up with a big smile and starting again? It's not.
Actually, it's a story about "oh my goodness, how can we afford this"?! Turns out, it is quite a chunk of change to send three kids to a private high school. The elementary tuition we have been used to for awhile, but this jump is going to hurt.
Is it worth it? Believe me, we ask ourselves that question all the time. We think so.
Quartz Hill High School is a massive community over 4000 students. That is the population of many small towns. There are all sorts of kids that go there and, while many kids do well, I am afraid my kids might be lost there. Paraclete is under 1000 (7 hundred something I think) and pretty much everyone knows everyone else, yet it isn't so small that you feel trapped with the same people all the time.
Ironically, Paraclete is a focused college prep school, and we are highly encouraging the kids to do two years at a JC before they go to a university. With a couple of exceptions our kids are fairly average academically, and we honestly believe they will have a better high school experience (not so much pressure) and a better college experience (can get into better universities after two years with a good record at a JC). Plus, they will know better what they want to do by then, whereas I basically wasted my first two years at UCSB messing around with changing my major and being distracted socially. A bonus of this is that we will save 14 years of college tuition if they take that path. Which justifies the expense of a private high school.
Of course we are open to individual children who have different plans, and we are willing to work with them however we can. But at the end of the day, this is the path we would choose for them.
An example of how close-knit the Paraclete community is just happened today. I called the pediatrician this morning to make appointments for Bella and Tony. Naturally, I know everyone that works there. Sandy answered the phone, who happens to live on my street and whose kids all went to Paraclete. She told me how when Jay brought the registration papers on Saturday that he forgot Sam's immunization card (which I already knew because even though I filled it out I missed putting it in the pile of papers I gave him). This is not something I expect to hear when I call the pediatrician for an appointment, but you know what? I love it.
Most of the reason why it is worth it for us, though, is the faith factor. Even though many kids who go to Paraclete aren't Catholic, there are plenty who are. Very few students have been raised with no faith at all. We are happy with the religious instruction and that Jesus is ever present in whatever the school does. I am definitely not a Pollyanna who believes there are no drugs, parties, or sex happening at Paraclete. But when you know the families of the kids your kids are friends with, there is a much better chance of getting your children through unscathed.
So, we will pay out the nose for it. And eat a lot more pasta. :-)
Next year we will have three kids in high school at once. Joey will be a senior, Lindsey will be a sophomore and Sam will be a freshman.
The other four will remain at Sacred Heart (provided I find the time to re-register them before the deadline tomorrow).
Now, you might think this is a story about how I can't believe how fast this time came about. After all, wasn't it just yesterday that I captured a video of Sam scootering in the front yard in his overalls, wearing Lindsey's pink sparkly princess sandals, crashing, then getting up with a big smile and starting again? It's not.
Actually, it's a story about "oh my goodness, how can we afford this"?! Turns out, it is quite a chunk of change to send three kids to a private high school. The elementary tuition we have been used to for awhile, but this jump is going to hurt.
Is it worth it? Believe me, we ask ourselves that question all the time. We think so.
Quartz Hill High School is a massive community over 4000 students. That is the population of many small towns. There are all sorts of kids that go there and, while many kids do well, I am afraid my kids might be lost there. Paraclete is under 1000 (7 hundred something I think) and pretty much everyone knows everyone else, yet it isn't so small that you feel trapped with the same people all the time.
Ironically, Paraclete is a focused college prep school, and we are highly encouraging the kids to do two years at a JC before they go to a university. With a couple of exceptions our kids are fairly average academically, and we honestly believe they will have a better high school experience (not so much pressure) and a better college experience (can get into better universities after two years with a good record at a JC). Plus, they will know better what they want to do by then, whereas I basically wasted my first two years at UCSB messing around with changing my major and being distracted socially. A bonus of this is that we will save 14 years of college tuition if they take that path. Which justifies the expense of a private high school.
Of course we are open to individual children who have different plans, and we are willing to work with them however we can. But at the end of the day, this is the path we would choose for them.
An example of how close-knit the Paraclete community is just happened today. I called the pediatrician this morning to make appointments for Bella and Tony. Naturally, I know everyone that works there. Sandy answered the phone, who happens to live on my street and whose kids all went to Paraclete. She told me how when Jay brought the registration papers on Saturday that he forgot Sam's immunization card (which I already knew because even though I filled it out I missed putting it in the pile of papers I gave him). This is not something I expect to hear when I call the pediatrician for an appointment, but you know what? I love it.
Most of the reason why it is worth it for us, though, is the faith factor. Even though many kids who go to Paraclete aren't Catholic, there are plenty who are. Very few students have been raised with no faith at all. We are happy with the religious instruction and that Jesus is ever present in whatever the school does. I am definitely not a Pollyanna who believes there are no drugs, parties, or sex happening at Paraclete. But when you know the families of the kids your kids are friends with, there is a much better chance of getting your children through unscathed.
So, we will pay out the nose for it. And eat a lot more pasta. :-)
Whales and Dolphins and Seals, Oh My!
Our family went whale watching on Saturday! We had a wonderful time cruising out of the Santa Barbara harbor on a 50' catamaran called the Double Dolphin on an absolutely perfect day.
All of us were aboard, even grandma, except for Lindsey who has a strong aversion to deep ocean water and a significant fear of whales. After trying to convince her for many days, we ended up leaving her at the harbor with a friend and the two of them were perfectly happy to go to the beach and the pier. Although we certainly would have preferred to be all together on the boat, at least we had the ride.
Here are some pictures of our day...we saw about seven Pacific Grey Whales, a seal and a pod of about 100+ dolphins who played in our wake and delighted us all.
Really, the only bummer of the day was that Natalie was sick. She had been feverish on Friday but when she woke up Saturday I thought she was better. About an hour after the boat left she got very cold and up went the fever again. I didn't bring any kid's Tylenol with me, so for about an hour of the cruise she was bundled up sleeping on my lap. But she did see the whales and dolphins and got a good deal of the experience before she went down. Oh, and also, my mom lost her phone. That was another bummer. I'm still hoping it will show up, but it wasn't left on the boat nor in in our car and it is "offline" on Find my iPhone even though it had nearly a full charge. Therefore, I'm afraid it might have gone overboard in the excitement.
After the cruise we went to the Palm Sunday vigil mass at the Santa Barbara Mission (so beautiful!) and out to dinner at Giovanni's in Isla Vista. We had a chance to drive the kids through the UCSB campus, show them where Jay and I met, and relive our favorite pizza place ever. I was a little dismayed to realize it had been 25 years since I had been there. Hard to believe.
Anyway, we had a wonderful time and would like to thank Grandpa Marty for gifting our family the money to "do something fun together" at Christmas time. We spent it well!
P.S. If you ever want to whale watch out of Santa Barbara, I highly recommend Santa Barbara Sailing Co. They were fantastic, low key with all the small kids aboard and super talented in finding the aquatic mammals!
All of us were aboard, even grandma, except for Lindsey who has a strong aversion to deep ocean water and a significant fear of whales. After trying to convince her for many days, we ended up leaving her at the harbor with a friend and the two of them were perfectly happy to go to the beach and the pier. Although we certainly would have preferred to be all together on the boat, at least we had the ride.
Here are some pictures of our day...we saw about seven Pacific Grey Whales, a seal and a pod of about 100+ dolphins who played in our wake and delighted us all.
Really, the only bummer of the day was that Natalie was sick. She had been feverish on Friday but when she woke up Saturday I thought she was better. About an hour after the boat left she got very cold and up went the fever again. I didn't bring any kid's Tylenol with me, so for about an hour of the cruise she was bundled up sleeping on my lap. But she did see the whales and dolphins and got a good deal of the experience before she went down. Oh, and also, my mom lost her phone. That was another bummer. I'm still hoping it will show up, but it wasn't left on the boat nor in in our car and it is "offline" on Find my iPhone even though it had nearly a full charge. Therefore, I'm afraid it might have gone overboard in the excitement.
After the cruise we went to the Palm Sunday vigil mass at the Santa Barbara Mission (so beautiful!) and out to dinner at Giovanni's in Isla Vista. We had a chance to drive the kids through the UCSB campus, show them where Jay and I met, and relive our favorite pizza place ever. I was a little dismayed to realize it had been 25 years since I had been there. Hard to believe.
Anyway, we had a wonderful time and would like to thank Grandpa Marty for gifting our family the money to "do something fun together" at Christmas time. We spent it well!
P.S. If you ever want to whale watch out of Santa Barbara, I highly recommend Santa Barbara Sailing Co. They were fantastic, low key with all the small kids aboard and super talented in finding the aquatic mammals!
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Julia the "Giant"
Julia has grown very tall very quickly. She is not yet twelve but is already taller than Lindsey who is 15. I am happy to see my children growing healthy and strong, yet for a gymnast it can be problematic.
Her body has changed so much that she has had to re-learn how to do a few things in the gym. A taller body has to be stronger in order for it to turn itself around. I would imagine that many people in her situation would slow down or give up, but not her! She is in the gym 13.5 hours a week and conditions at home every day on her own accord. This girl is strong! Instead of slowing down, she is speeding up, learning new skills nearly every week.
April 12th will be the last meet of her Level 6 season, the State Championship in San Diego. This has not been her best competitive season, partly due to a fractured big toe, and partly due to her rapid growth, both of which caused her to lose some skills she had at the beginning of the season. My guess is that she lost some confidence along the way, but she has persevered and is coming back strong. I loved seeing her character come through, both when she received solid scores and not-so-great scores. She was fairly unruffled by the bad and never bragged about the good. I am very proud of how even-keeled she is and how she doesn't get down on herself when she posts a bad routine. She just resolves to do better next time and immediately wants to know what we are going to eat after the awards.
Her coach sent me this video of her doing her first independent GIANTS on the bar without being strapped to it. I am constantly amazed at what she can do.
Go Julia!
Her body has changed so much that she has had to re-learn how to do a few things in the gym. A taller body has to be stronger in order for it to turn itself around. I would imagine that many people in her situation would slow down or give up, but not her! She is in the gym 13.5 hours a week and conditions at home every day on her own accord. This girl is strong! Instead of slowing down, she is speeding up, learning new skills nearly every week.
April 12th will be the last meet of her Level 6 season, the State Championship in San Diego. This has not been her best competitive season, partly due to a fractured big toe, and partly due to her rapid growth, both of which caused her to lose some skills she had at the beginning of the season. My guess is that she lost some confidence along the way, but she has persevered and is coming back strong. I loved seeing her character come through, both when she received solid scores and not-so-great scores. She was fairly unruffled by the bad and never bragged about the good. I am very proud of how even-keeled she is and how she doesn't get down on herself when she posts a bad routine. She just resolves to do better next time and immediately wants to know what we are going to eat after the awards.
Her coach sent me this video of her doing her first independent GIANTS on the bar without being strapped to it. I am constantly amazed at what she can do.
Go Julia!
Monday, March 23, 2015
My Little Woman
Lindsey just finished her second play as part of the Drama Club at Paraclete High School...Little Women!
Her first play was in the fall, Damn Yankees, in which she had a minor part. This time, however, she had a much larger role. She played Amy March, the youngest March sister. If you are familiar with the tale, you will know that she is the daughter who ends up marrying Laurie, the rich boy next door.
If I do say so myself, she was wonderful! She has a natural stage presence, doesn't overact and can be wickedly funny. She also sings beautifully, although this play was not a musical. Here are some photos of the event:
Lindsey with her cast
(she is in the middle with the pink dress)
((if you look closely you can see Julia and Natalie in the front row))
With her hubby, Laurie
With the other March girls, Meg, Jo and Beth
Lindsey has really transitioned well to high school and the school's amazing drama department is a huge part of why that is. She "found her people" there and made a new group of friends that will see her through her years at Paraclete, to go along with the friends that came with her from her nine years at Sacred Heart.
Jay and I feel very blessed to see her so happy and confident at 15, an age that everyone knows can be very challenging to pass through. We are proud of how she went after drama with such gusto that she was able to secure a main role as a freshman in a mostly senior cast.
She is now learning the songs for her spring musical, The Heights. This one is new to me, but I am enjoying the modern music and plot. I can't wait to see it!
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Maternal Blessings
Last fall my mother moved in with us. She had fallen at her house while ill and dehydrated and could not get up. Thanks be to God she had the presence of mind to push the medic alert button which she always wears around her neck, and the paramedics came and took her to the ER. They called both Jay and I right away, so I was with her at the hospital during her rehydration until she was stable enough to leave. I spent that night by her bedside asking God what to do.
It was very clear to me that she should no longer be living by herself. Luckily, I chose a wonderful husband 20 years ago who totally agreed and encouraged the move. Just as wonderful, after that scare, my fiercely independent mom readily agreed and we began the process right away.
Needless to say, we had to juggle a few things around the make this work. First, we had to move Lindsey out of her downstairs suite where she was quite comfortable, slightly separated from the family and with her own bathroom. Fortunately, she understood and the disruption was minimal.
We have a large house with 5 real bedrooms and we have also converted the "media room" and the "loft" into bedrooms. Given that we have that much space, I think it is important that my oldest four children (ages almost 12 to almost 17) have their own rooms. The three smaller ones have to make do until the older ones move out.
Next dilemma: The three youngest are two girls and a boy, ages 6, 8 and 9 respectively. We had only one room left for the three of them, so what to do? It turns out that we had a master closet the size of a bedroom that was mostly wasted space for us. With a little organizing and a little more purging I was able to move my half of the closet into a nook in the bedroom where Jay was formerly working. We moved some furniture around and, voila! Jay has a workspace that he is very happy with, I have a closet that I have to keep very neat since it is in plain view (which is really good for me) and Tony has a space of his own. I only wish it had a window, but he doesn't really spend that much time in there anyway.
We have had to plan things a little in terms of changing and showering since the bathroom is in the middle, but so far it is going quite well and he is quite respectful of our privacy. He is happy to have his own space (although at one time he had his own room, he was quite generous in welcoming grandma and is content to wait until another room opens up). His bed, dresser, toys and trophies are all there and that walls are decorated with his favorite things. So, no "in the closet" jokes, OK?
Anyway, I got a little sidetracked there because the point of this post was to talk about what a blessing it is to have my mom living with us. She gets to spend lots of time with the kids and helps me with pick ups and drop offs. She accomplished the amazing task of taking her 3 bedroom 2 bath house with garage down to a single, albeit large, room and one bathroom. Some things were hard to part with but I think she is happy with her new, condensed lifestyle. She doesn't have to worry anymore about much of anything. She joins us for dinner every night, we know when she is feeling poorly, and we are much better equipped to help her now. Plus, she brings some of the joy of my childhood into the house and I love to see her playing games with the kids the way she did with me when I was a child.
I know that for many people this would be a difficult situation. With tensions common among in-laws and even within families I am well aware of how fortunate we are to have her and for everyone to be happy about it! She and Jay have gotten to know each other better and I am very happy for her to know what a great husband I have.
Her house is almost ready to rent. We just replaced flooring where needed and have a few other little things left to do. Please pray that we secure good, respectful people who will treat the house well. Thank you!
It was very clear to me that she should no longer be living by herself. Luckily, I chose a wonderful husband 20 years ago who totally agreed and encouraged the move. Just as wonderful, after that scare, my fiercely independent mom readily agreed and we began the process right away.
Needless to say, we had to juggle a few things around the make this work. First, we had to move Lindsey out of her downstairs suite where she was quite comfortable, slightly separated from the family and with her own bathroom. Fortunately, she understood and the disruption was minimal.
We have a large house with 5 real bedrooms and we have also converted the "media room" and the "loft" into bedrooms. Given that we have that much space, I think it is important that my oldest four children (ages almost 12 to almost 17) have their own rooms. The three smaller ones have to make do until the older ones move out.
Next dilemma: The three youngest are two girls and a boy, ages 6, 8 and 9 respectively. We had only one room left for the three of them, so what to do? It turns out that we had a master closet the size of a bedroom that was mostly wasted space for us. With a little organizing and a little more purging I was able to move my half of the closet into a nook in the bedroom where Jay was formerly working. We moved some furniture around and, voila! Jay has a workspace that he is very happy with, I have a closet that I have to keep very neat since it is in plain view (which is really good for me) and Tony has a space of his own. I only wish it had a window, but he doesn't really spend that much time in there anyway.
We have had to plan things a little in terms of changing and showering since the bathroom is in the middle, but so far it is going quite well and he is quite respectful of our privacy. He is happy to have his own space (although at one time he had his own room, he was quite generous in welcoming grandma and is content to wait until another room opens up). His bed, dresser, toys and trophies are all there and that walls are decorated with his favorite things. So, no "in the closet" jokes, OK?
Anyway, I got a little sidetracked there because the point of this post was to talk about what a blessing it is to have my mom living with us. She gets to spend lots of time with the kids and helps me with pick ups and drop offs. She accomplished the amazing task of taking her 3 bedroom 2 bath house with garage down to a single, albeit large, room and one bathroom. Some things were hard to part with but I think she is happy with her new, condensed lifestyle. She doesn't have to worry anymore about much of anything. She joins us for dinner every night, we know when she is feeling poorly, and we are much better equipped to help her now. Plus, she brings some of the joy of my childhood into the house and I love to see her playing games with the kids the way she did with me when I was a child.
I know that for many people this would be a difficult situation. With tensions common among in-laws and even within families I am well aware of how fortunate we are to have her and for everyone to be happy about it! She and Jay have gotten to know each other better and I am very happy for her to know what a great husband I have.
Her house is almost ready to rent. We just replaced flooring where needed and have a few other little things left to do. Please pray that we secure good, respectful people who will treat the house well. Thank you!
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
My Favorite Thing
Tonight was one of the rare times our family was all together on an evening that is not a Sunday. It seems like someone is always missing due to work travel, sports practice, drama or other social activities. However, there we were, all of us sitting together watching American Restoration on a Tuesday evening!
I felt a deep contentment as I looked around at all the faces I love so much and wished for a moment to freeze time right where it is.
It is very much on my mind that we have only a little over a year before Joey graduates from high school. The are only 14 precious months left to have us all living together under one roof. Or maybe longer if Joey goes to AVC for his first two years, but even so it will be different because he will be officially an adult. We are almost to the part where everything is going to start changing.
I am desperately trying to hold on to this unity as long as I can, but it is going quickly. Tick tock...make it stop!
I felt a deep contentment as I looked around at all the faces I love so much and wished for a moment to freeze time right where it is.
It is very much on my mind that we have only a little over a year before Joey graduates from high school. The are only 14 precious months left to have us all living together under one roof. Or maybe longer if Joey goes to AVC for his first two years, but even so it will be different because he will be officially an adult. We are almost to the part where everything is going to start changing.
I am desperately trying to hold on to this unity as long as I can, but it is going quickly. Tick tock...make it stop!
Monday, March 16, 2015
The Three Month Cold/Flu
It started in December with Joey. He came down with the worst cough I have ever heard and missed a full week of school. He is still coughing, though it is not nearly as bad as it was. He has a sore throat still or again today but is "powering through it." Yes, he has been to the doctor.
The last two weeks it has been Lindsey. She was out two days last week, seemed to recover, then got slammed again last night and is absolutely miserable.
Today I got a call from Tony's school. He was out two days last week, seemed better, but was not at school for even two hours before I got the call to come get him. He spent the day sleeping and watching movies wrapped in a blanket in our very warm house. If you know Tony, he never stops moving so if he is still most of the day on the couch, he is not well. His came with a fever.
Bella has been out during the last month but seems to be fine now. Natalie has picked up a little cough but keeps going like the Energizer Bunny. Jay has been grounded for a week with an infection. Julia and Sam have both missed a day or two during this time period as well. I haven't had this much company at home during the day since Natalie began school two years ago!
This has been a particularly nasty cold and flu season for our family and the worst part is that is comes then goes and comes back again. I am starting to think the kids are passing it around and around, that we have a bug that has learned to morph itself just enough to present the bodies with a fresh illness every other week.
I, myself, have so far stayed out of the fray. I, the immunosuppressed member of the family. In fact, I have been remarkably free of colds and flus for the last five years or so. It is my theory that any virus that enters my body is immediately crushed by the constant bath of chemicals that my blood transports. But that is just my theory and I'm sure there is no medical support for this idea at all.
At any rate, I am not really complaining, but rather reporting on our family life as it is. Although I have had to skip some regular activities that take me out of town to stay close to the sickies at home, it is a blessing to spend some extra time (and mellow time!) with them. individually or in pairs as was the case today.
Stay healthy, y'all! (Spent too much time with Jennifer-from-Texas last weekend, apparently.)
The last two weeks it has been Lindsey. She was out two days last week, seemed to recover, then got slammed again last night and is absolutely miserable.
Today I got a call from Tony's school. He was out two days last week, seemed better, but was not at school for even two hours before I got the call to come get him. He spent the day sleeping and watching movies wrapped in a blanket in our very warm house. If you know Tony, he never stops moving so if he is still most of the day on the couch, he is not well. His came with a fever.
Bella has been out during the last month but seems to be fine now. Natalie has picked up a little cough but keeps going like the Energizer Bunny. Jay has been grounded for a week with an infection. Julia and Sam have both missed a day or two during this time period as well. I haven't had this much company at home during the day since Natalie began school two years ago!
This has been a particularly nasty cold and flu season for our family and the worst part is that is comes then goes and comes back again. I am starting to think the kids are passing it around and around, that we have a bug that has learned to morph itself just enough to present the bodies with a fresh illness every other week.
I, myself, have so far stayed out of the fray. I, the immunosuppressed member of the family. In fact, I have been remarkably free of colds and flus for the last five years or so. It is my theory that any virus that enters my body is immediately crushed by the constant bath of chemicals that my blood transports. But that is just my theory and I'm sure there is no medical support for this idea at all.
At any rate, I am not really complaining, but rather reporting on our family life as it is. Although I have had to skip some regular activities that take me out of town to stay close to the sickies at home, it is a blessing to spend some extra time (and mellow time!) with them. individually or in pairs as was the case today.
Stay healthy, y'all! (Spent too much time with Jennifer-from-Texas last weekend, apparently.)
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Phonics According to Natalie
After a bit of a rough start with reading in 1st grade, Natalie is suddenly on fire. She reads everything and anything she can. She is reading at least one Dr. Seuss book to me every night and reads them to herself when I am not available. She reads signs, labels and anything else she can find. Along with this jump in reading, she has begun writing independent notes including big words that I can usually understand, even with the often phonetic spelling.
Tonight, after she cruised through a Dr. Seuss book she actually had not heard or read before (The Foot Book) she read The Pigeon Has Feelings Too, something I have read to her several times in the past. She got hung up on the word 'wait'. I reminded her of the rule, "When two vowels go walking, the first one does the talking." She looked at me silently for a minute, so I prompted her, "Which vowel does the talking in this word?"
Without hesitation, she announced proudly, "W!"
Hmmm, I guess we still have some work to do.
Tonight, after she cruised through a Dr. Seuss book she actually had not heard or read before (The Foot Book) she read The Pigeon Has Feelings Too, something I have read to her several times in the past. She got hung up on the word 'wait'. I reminded her of the rule, "When two vowels go walking, the first one does the talking." She looked at me silently for a minute, so I prompted her, "Which vowel does the talking in this word?"
Without hesitation, she announced proudly, "W!"
Hmmm, I guess we still have some work to do.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Latest Scan News
I had my bi-monthly brain scan yesterday. I am happy to report that things are more or less still stable in my gray matter. I still have three "spots" that grow and shrink over time. This time, one shrunk and two stayed the same. My doctor remains pleased and will see me again in May.
Aside from a reappearance of a previously squelched tumor on my sacrum (no one is stressing at all about this), all appears quiet and peaceful in the battleground of my body. I am sure that the situation is quite different on a molecular level, as a constant flow of chemicals stays busy chasing down cancer cells 24/7, but, as they say, a picture tells a thousand words!
Aside from a reappearance of a previously squelched tumor on my sacrum (no one is stressing at all about this), all appears quiet and peaceful in the battleground of my body. I am sure that the situation is quite different on a molecular level, as a constant flow of chemicals stays busy chasing down cancer cells 24/7, but, as they say, a picture tells a thousand words!
A Few More Photos from Savannah
Jen, Lori and me in Forsyth Park
The outside of the building we stayed in ("Lucky Lincoln" VBO)
A typical historical residential neighborhood
The inside of our abode...beautiful!
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Best breakfast ever at Clary's...corned beef hash, fluffy biscuits, YUMMY!
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Altogether a fantastic weekend with my dear friends...where shall we go next year?
Friday, March 06, 2015
Savannah Day 1
It's our annual girls getaway weekend! I suppose at some point we are going to have to stop using the word "girls", but let's not talk about that now.
At any rate, Jennifer, Lori and I are having a great time so far in lovely, historic Savannah, Georgia. Here are some pictures of our first day's adventures...
At any rate, Jennifer, Lori and I are having a great time so far in lovely, historic Savannah, Georgia. Here are some pictures of our first day's adventures...
Mass and Stations of the Cross at St. John the Baptist Cathedral
This photo doesn't do justice to the amazing interior.
Me with a statue of Juliette Gordon Low, the founder of the Girl Scouts
at her family home and birthplace
All three of us in her garden
On the river walk...yes it was very cold here today, but at least it finished raining last night!
Juliette and I, wearing our classic Girl Scout duds
Tomorrow we will be visiting the Pirate's House (circa 1754), Forest Gump's bus stop bench, Forsyth Park, City Market and Paula Deen's Lady and Son's restaurant for dinner. Fun, fun, fun!
Tuesday, March 03, 2015
The San Francisco Fire of 2015
San Francisco's Archbishop Cordileone has done something shocking.
He has asked the teachers and staff at the four Catholic high schools in his diocese to refrain from promoting anti-Catholic doctrine in the work place.
Can you believe how radical this is? To ask someone employed at a Catholic High School in a very influential role to avoid expressing personal opinions in the classroom when they are contrary to church teaching?
These are Catholic schools. Of course they should be teaching Catholic morality! The church's position on issues such as abortion, same sex marriage and contraception has not changed in 2000 years. I truly don't understand why someone who doesn't agree with the church in these areas or any others would even apply for a job at a Catholic school unless they specifically wanted to influence the youth against it.
I further cannot understand why a parent would enroll their child in a Catholic school if they didn't want them to receive a Catholic education. There have been countless parents opposed to the Archbishop's request and this simply doesn't make sense. If you enroll your child in a Jewish school you don't expect him to learn about Christ, do you? The are plenty of secular private high schools in the Bay Area that give parents the benefits of a private school but the secularism of a school without any faith education at all. If you don't agree with church teaching, please don't involve yourself with a Catholic school and try to strip it of the items you don't believe in. The Catholic church is very straightforward about what it stands for, and the last time I checked we still live in a nation that supports religious freedom. We are free to practice whatever it is we believe in and free to choose and education for our children that is in alignment with our own values.
This firestorm has made me so very sad because it highlights for me exactly how disconnected people have become with our beautiful faith. Archbishop Cordileone, I thank you for trying to keep your Catholic Schools Catholic!
He has asked the teachers and staff at the four Catholic high schools in his diocese to refrain from promoting anti-Catholic doctrine in the work place.
Can you believe how radical this is? To ask someone employed at a Catholic High School in a very influential role to avoid expressing personal opinions in the classroom when they are contrary to church teaching?
These are Catholic schools. Of course they should be teaching Catholic morality! The church's position on issues such as abortion, same sex marriage and contraception has not changed in 2000 years. I truly don't understand why someone who doesn't agree with the church in these areas or any others would even apply for a job at a Catholic school unless they specifically wanted to influence the youth against it.
I further cannot understand why a parent would enroll their child in a Catholic school if they didn't want them to receive a Catholic education. There have been countless parents opposed to the Archbishop's request and this simply doesn't make sense. If you enroll your child in a Jewish school you don't expect him to learn about Christ, do you? The are plenty of secular private high schools in the Bay Area that give parents the benefits of a private school but the secularism of a school without any faith education at all. If you don't agree with church teaching, please don't involve yourself with a Catholic school and try to strip it of the items you don't believe in. The Catholic church is very straightforward about what it stands for, and the last time I checked we still live in a nation that supports religious freedom. We are free to practice whatever it is we believe in and free to choose and education for our children that is in alignment with our own values.
This firestorm has made me so very sad because it highlights for me exactly how disconnected people have become with our beautiful faith. Archbishop Cordileone, I thank you for trying to keep your Catholic Schools Catholic!
Monday, March 02, 2015
Just Say NO!
I guess you could call me a "yes" girl. I want to say yes to everyone about everything. Yes, I can attend the thing you want me to go to, yes I can have lunch next week, yes we can get ice cream after school, yes I can serve on this or that board or committee, yes I will get you the school supplies or clothing you need tonight, right now, etc., etc., etc.
Because of this tendency I have, my life has become far too busy. Each week I find myself out of the house (always for a "good" reason) 3 or more nights a week. When Jay is traveling, as he often does, that leaves the older kids or grandma in charge, and that is not fair to any of us. My kids need me home more, and I want to spend my time with them rather than driving all over or out of the valley to do something that likely won't matter a few months from now.
I kid you not, THREE times in the last several weeks from THREE different people I trust very much to lead me down the right path have independently told me to learn to say "NO!". And to not feel guilty about it.
This is easier said than done because all the things I do feel important to me. Most of them I do for my children or for their schools, but at least two are for me: weekly choir practice and once a month faith formation.
Nonetheless, I see my children growing up so rapidly and, thinking about the time I miss with them while I am fulfilling parent hours or inefficiently reacting to an individual's needs, makes me want to cry. God has given me a true second chance at life and I want to spend every minute I can with my family.
This Lent I am trying to not make any new commitments, trying to scale down to reasonable the ones I already have and am arranging them to take place as much as possible when the kids are in school. I am also working on bringing as many of my children with me as want to come when I go to the grocery store or bank or anywhere else I would prefer to just go myself. I am trying to say yes to the requests of the children to read with them or play a board game with them, and am forcing myself to stop what I am doing to look at them when they are telling me something. I know these things sound like basic courtesy, but some days they are a real struggle for me.
Please know that my intention in declining an invitation to a social event or meeting, to be a team mom, a leader of any kind or even a participant in a new group or club or sport is a good one. It's not that I don't want to join you...I just want to be at home with my kids before they grow up and don't want to snuggle or play board games with me anymore. I'll have plenty of time, God willing, to do all those extracurricular things when my children are grown and gone.
Because of this tendency I have, my life has become far too busy. Each week I find myself out of the house (always for a "good" reason) 3 or more nights a week. When Jay is traveling, as he often does, that leaves the older kids or grandma in charge, and that is not fair to any of us. My kids need me home more, and I want to spend my time with them rather than driving all over or out of the valley to do something that likely won't matter a few months from now.
I kid you not, THREE times in the last several weeks from THREE different people I trust very much to lead me down the right path have independently told me to learn to say "NO!". And to not feel guilty about it.
This is easier said than done because all the things I do feel important to me. Most of them I do for my children or for their schools, but at least two are for me: weekly choir practice and once a month faith formation.
Nonetheless, I see my children growing up so rapidly and, thinking about the time I miss with them while I am fulfilling parent hours or inefficiently reacting to an individual's needs, makes me want to cry. God has given me a true second chance at life and I want to spend every minute I can with my family.
This Lent I am trying to not make any new commitments, trying to scale down to reasonable the ones I already have and am arranging them to take place as much as possible when the kids are in school. I am also working on bringing as many of my children with me as want to come when I go to the grocery store or bank or anywhere else I would prefer to just go myself. I am trying to say yes to the requests of the children to read with them or play a board game with them, and am forcing myself to stop what I am doing to look at them when they are telling me something. I know these things sound like basic courtesy, but some days they are a real struggle for me.
Please know that my intention in declining an invitation to a social event or meeting, to be a team mom, a leader of any kind or even a participant in a new group or club or sport is a good one. It's not that I don't want to join you...I just want to be at home with my kids before they grow up and don't want to snuggle or play board games with me anymore. I'll have plenty of time, God willing, to do all those extracurricular things when my children are grown and gone.
Sunday, March 01, 2015
Do What You Love
Joey has a job. He has spent the last three months employed as a ski/snowboard instructor at Mountain High, a ski resort about an hour away from our house.
My first job was at Kentucky Fried Chicken. For real.
Needless to say, he is very happy with his situation. He teaches 7-10 year olds of various levels how to learn or improve in their chosen snow genre. Before this season, he didn't understand why anyone would ski, as snowboarding was so clearly superior to skiing, but now he has discovered an equal appreciation for both.
He really is the perfect man-child for the job. He is passionate about mountain snow sports, he has always had a particular talent for them, and as the oldest of our seven children he has plenty of experience applicable to rounding up a class full of kids. It has become his habit to spend his weekends lunching with his young proteges, and has consumed many a plate of dino-shaped chicken nuggets with carrots and ranch dressing. I love picturing this.
Along with this job has come a bank account and a debit card, so things are changing a bit around here. He fully funds his own account and has access to the money he has earned. Mostly he is saving for accessories for his Jeep, but I know it is nice for him to be able to get food when he wants without having to ask us for money. The statement comes to us every month and we can always check online to see how he is managing his money. It is a good first step to financial freedom.
Today Tony took Joey's beginning ski class. It is the first time this season he has made it up the mountain, so he was very excited. He had the choice between taking the beginning ski class or the higher level snowboarding class with another instructor. Tony is a devoted snowboarder and his choice reflected his admiration and love for his big brother. It really made me happy.
What made me even happier was that his lesson was free and his lift ticket was free based on Joey's work credits. Every certain number of hours worked earns Joey a free lift ticket and he used this one on Tony. Good boy!
Sam, by the way, doesn't need any lessons. Joey taught him long before he was a pro. I doubt Sam will ever try skis. Julia and Bella also prefer to snowboard while Lindsey, Jay and I are sticking with what we know--skis. Natalie has yet to give snow sports a try...she'd rather build a snowman.
The only problem with a job like Joey's is that it is dependent on the weather. In a state dealing with a serious drought, it has been a year with little snow. What snow we have received has melted quickly and it is too warm most days to blow snow. Last week the Winter Sports school was closed due to poor conditions and Joey thought the season was over, but lo and behold a decent storm showed up this weekend and dumped fresh powder just in time. The snow was so good today that after his classes he stayed up and skied several hours with friends. (Don't worry, we remembered to pick Tony up at the end of his lesson.)
Jay and I are happy to see him getting work experience (especially the kind that makes him get out of the house on time because he is accountable to his students), and the fact that he is doing what he loves to do is really beautiful. The way he has figured out how to get to mass each weekend at various times and places according to his schedule makes us proud.
Jobs are a part of life and so much of how we perceive ourselves comes from our success in employment. if you can find a way to do what really inspires you and get paid for it too, that is about as good as it gets. I hope his future career will give him as much satisfaction as this first job has!
My first job was at Kentucky Fried Chicken. For real.
Needless to say, he is very happy with his situation. He teaches 7-10 year olds of various levels how to learn or improve in their chosen snow genre. Before this season, he didn't understand why anyone would ski, as snowboarding was so clearly superior to skiing, but now he has discovered an equal appreciation for both.
He really is the perfect man-child for the job. He is passionate about mountain snow sports, he has always had a particular talent for them, and as the oldest of our seven children he has plenty of experience applicable to rounding up a class full of kids. It has become his habit to spend his weekends lunching with his young proteges, and has consumed many a plate of dino-shaped chicken nuggets with carrots and ranch dressing. I love picturing this.
Along with this job has come a bank account and a debit card, so things are changing a bit around here. He fully funds his own account and has access to the money he has earned. Mostly he is saving for accessories for his Jeep, but I know it is nice for him to be able to get food when he wants without having to ask us for money. The statement comes to us every month and we can always check online to see how he is managing his money. It is a good first step to financial freedom.
Today Tony took Joey's beginning ski class. It is the first time this season he has made it up the mountain, so he was very excited. He had the choice between taking the beginning ski class or the higher level snowboarding class with another instructor. Tony is a devoted snowboarder and his choice reflected his admiration and love for his big brother. It really made me happy.
What made me even happier was that his lesson was free and his lift ticket was free based on Joey's work credits. Every certain number of hours worked earns Joey a free lift ticket and he used this one on Tony. Good boy!
Sam, by the way, doesn't need any lessons. Joey taught him long before he was a pro. I doubt Sam will ever try skis. Julia and Bella also prefer to snowboard while Lindsey, Jay and I are sticking with what we know--skis. Natalie has yet to give snow sports a try...she'd rather build a snowman.
The only problem with a job like Joey's is that it is dependent on the weather. In a state dealing with a serious drought, it has been a year with little snow. What snow we have received has melted quickly and it is too warm most days to blow snow. Last week the Winter Sports school was closed due to poor conditions and Joey thought the season was over, but lo and behold a decent storm showed up this weekend and dumped fresh powder just in time. The snow was so good today that after his classes he stayed up and skied several hours with friends. (Don't worry, we remembered to pick Tony up at the end of his lesson.)
Jay and I are happy to see him getting work experience (especially the kind that makes him get out of the house on time because he is accountable to his students), and the fact that he is doing what he loves to do is really beautiful. The way he has figured out how to get to mass each weekend at various times and places according to his schedule makes us proud.
Jobs are a part of life and so much of how we perceive ourselves comes from our success in employment. if you can find a way to do what really inspires you and get paid for it too, that is about as good as it gets. I hope his future career will give him as much satisfaction as this first job has!
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