Just some tidbits from our lives this first part of 2010.
A few days after the new year, we took Grandma B. to the hospital with severe abdominal pain. She ended up having surgery two days later. At 87, this was pretty hard on her. She is now at home recovering, but very slowly. She is hoping to eventually get back to hairdressing, but has to regain her strength and endurance. This has been a stressful 3 weeks for our family, trying to juggle the regular school/work routines and helping Grandma. But, we are soooo thankful she is back home next door!
This is the year Hannah is hoping to travel abroad. She has applied to go to France as a foreign exchange student through school. If she gets accepted into the program, we will be keeping an exchange student at our home this fall for 3 months. I do not speak a word of French, so will have to rely on my kids to help with the interpreting. (They have all started speaking French since first grade.)
I am finally going to have surgery on my knee. I have been putting it off for over a year now, but since my hip has started bothering me, I thought I'd better do it. I just wish I could skip the whole recovery part of it. This is a 2 stage surgery; the first one will be to repair the cartilage and determine how much arthritis I have, and the second one will be repair the ACL. If only I hadn't been so hard on those knees in high school!
Andrew is REALLY enjoying his new found freedom in having his own wheels! We haven't seen him much these past two weeks since he got his G2. I am wondering if he might slow down after he has to fill up the van a couple of times at $70 a crack. He is contemplating putting straight pipes on that old gal : ) At least I would hear him come home at night!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
SusieQ
Some photos of Julia's new pony, Susie. She is a cute, little, bay Shetland who is about 10 years old. Julia rode her for the first time yesterday since she has been here. As you can see from the first photo, she is quite a bit smaller than Teddy. But, he is her best friend in the herd. Looking forward to seeing how she does over jumps and on the trails.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Boys and Girls
This is for all you moms out there who aren't sure what to expect when you get a boy or girl. I think the contrasts can be pretty much summarized as follows:
Boys like to play games with high probability of ending up with X-rays and sutures. Specifics of the games vary, of course, but they frequently include pouncing, pummeling, spitting, throwing hard objects at either inanimate or animate objects, jumping out from nowhere to scare other player to death, climbing on rooftops and shouting to pedestrians, leaning out of roller coasters at ninety-degree angles and yelling, "Hi, Ma!" and sneaking off to the mini-mart for sodas and junk food. This is their idea of fun, so don't try to change it. Just be prepared to start coloring your hair a little earlier than originally planned. If you want to socialize boys to be more tame, and convince them to try to help you make dinner, don't kid yourself that they are going to end up like Wolfgang Puck, devoting their careers to concocting new ways to cook Portobello mushrooms and goat cheese. They are just there for the knives.
When I was a young mother, I refused to buy my boys any toy guns or knives. Like a good student of the 1970s, I wanted to give peace a chance in my house. Ha! What a chump! Although my policy has not changed, and I still cannot bring myself to buy toy weapons, my efforts have been for naught. My boys have created toy guns when they needed them out of whatever materials happen to be around the house: hangers, Legos, tree branches, soda bottles (the one liter size makes a nifty AK-47), and my grandmother's antique candlesticks. So if you persist in maintaining that you can socialize boys to subsume their naturally occurring, testosterone-driven swashbuckling and not buy them toy guns, go ahead.
Girls like to play games that end with a high probability of injured feelings and detailed reenactments of their playmates' most galling insults to their persons. Necessary equipment for girl-play includes hairstyling implements, purses, telephones, high-heeled shoes, nail polish, magazines of alpha males and beautiful women, and their mothers' jewelry boxes. Their games ideally end with marriage, children, and credit cards with generous spending limits. (If you don't believe me, please reference the 45,000 contestants who lined up to qualify as a wife for the far-less-than-perfect stranger on the show "Who Wants to Marry a Alleged Abusive Barely Qualifying Multimillionaire Who's So Cheap He Reuses Baggies?")
If this depresses you, it shouldn't. Society has always required hunters and gatherers, as well as nesters and fortune hunters. See, our software hasn't changed, just the dimensions of our motherboards.
For you skeptics out there who don't believe me, you are probably not a parent yet.
(Judy Gruen: Carpool Tunnel Syndrome)
Boys like to play games with high probability of ending up with X-rays and sutures. Specifics of the games vary, of course, but they frequently include pouncing, pummeling, spitting, throwing hard objects at either inanimate or animate objects, jumping out from nowhere to scare other player to death, climbing on rooftops and shouting to pedestrians, leaning out of roller coasters at ninety-degree angles and yelling, "Hi, Ma!" and sneaking off to the mini-mart for sodas and junk food. This is their idea of fun, so don't try to change it. Just be prepared to start coloring your hair a little earlier than originally planned. If you want to socialize boys to be more tame, and convince them to try to help you make dinner, don't kid yourself that they are going to end up like Wolfgang Puck, devoting their careers to concocting new ways to cook Portobello mushrooms and goat cheese. They are just there for the knives.
When I was a young mother, I refused to buy my boys any toy guns or knives. Like a good student of the 1970s, I wanted to give peace a chance in my house. Ha! What a chump! Although my policy has not changed, and I still cannot bring myself to buy toy weapons, my efforts have been for naught. My boys have created toy guns when they needed them out of whatever materials happen to be around the house: hangers, Legos, tree branches, soda bottles (the one liter size makes a nifty AK-47), and my grandmother's antique candlesticks. So if you persist in maintaining that you can socialize boys to subsume their naturally occurring, testosterone-driven swashbuckling and not buy them toy guns, go ahead.
Girls like to play games that end with a high probability of injured feelings and detailed reenactments of their playmates' most galling insults to their persons. Necessary equipment for girl-play includes hairstyling implements, purses, telephones, high-heeled shoes, nail polish, magazines of alpha males and beautiful women, and their mothers' jewelry boxes. Their games ideally end with marriage, children, and credit cards with generous spending limits. (If you don't believe me, please reference the 45,000 contestants who lined up to qualify as a wife for the far-less-than-perfect stranger on the show "Who Wants to Marry a Alleged Abusive Barely Qualifying Multimillionaire Who's So Cheap He Reuses Baggies?")
If this depresses you, it shouldn't. Society has always required hunters and gatherers, as well as nesters and fortune hunters. See, our software hasn't changed, just the dimensions of our motherboards.
For you skeptics out there who don't believe me, you are probably not a parent yet.
(Judy Gruen: Carpool Tunnel Syndrome)
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Sweet Spot
That is what Charlotte considers the inside of Jim's vest. Whenever he is sitting down, she likes to jump onto his lap, burrow inside his vest, and stick her nose into his armpit (not sure how she keeps breathing :)) But on these cold Canadian winter days, I guess that would be a pretty warm spot. Jim's only complaint (it isn't that she smells, surprisingly) is that she likes to dig a bit before she settle in and he is deathly ticklish!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Party Time!
. . .soooo the kids had their last day of school for 2009 on Friday. They are hoping for a couple of weeks of down time, but I have dashed their hopes with news of cleaning! What a great way to get into the Christmas spirit! And the really good news is. . . they get to do this while I am at work : )
Can't believe it is almost Christmas again. It seems like just a couple of months ago A. LuAnn was up here and we were eating homemade cinnamon rolls, opening gifts, and riding horses thru the woods on Christmas day. And can't forget the ski trip to Chicopee. This will be the first year we will not be with any of my family for Christmas. We will miss you guys! However, we have been to several Christmas parties already and have a few more in the upcoming week. Looking forward to seeing all the family together.
Can't believe it is almost Christmas again. It seems like just a couple of months ago A. LuAnn was up here and we were eating homemade cinnamon rolls, opening gifts, and riding horses thru the woods on Christmas day. And can't forget the ski trip to Chicopee. This will be the first year we will not be with any of my family for Christmas. We will miss you guys! However, we have been to several Christmas parties already and have a few more in the upcoming week. Looking forward to seeing all the family together.
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