Saturday, December 10, 2011

Gavin drew a pig!

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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

A list to go along with my current concerns

 Now.. in the teacher's defense... I have only assumed that she told Gavin to try to stay inside the lines. I don't know anything for sure... but..
link:I am super bothered by the whole staying in the lines nonsense and so is this guy.

The comments in this next link have many concerns of mine... and more so, many personal opinions.
link:Washing and Sanitizing Hands Numerous Times a Day
Germ-X was on Gavin's school supply list. I did not buy it. Instead, I got this hand sanitizer(link) and this hand soap.(link)

not really school related.. i don't know if they have highlights magazines @ school.. but we get Puzzle Buzz every month for Gavin at home.. and I have a concern or a theory.. Do y'all remember the What's Wrong? section? Think for a minute what effect that might have had on us... Seems to me that it trained us to always look for what's wrong.. spot the flaws in every situation maybe... And I haven't let Gavin do that section for this reason. I've been just turning the page and moving onto something else, but I guess I will actually start taking them out because the other stuff that is in there is fine. So, we will continue to get them. :) AND if it concerns you, too, my churchs' website has this: (link)Spot The Similarities Game. :)

Life Goes On

My family recently experienced a change of scenery having decided to move on from the marriage. I can't think of a better way to put it. :( The kids and I are doing good. It's taking some adjustments and I've been making some tough decisions. I have started making skirts for money. So, that's pretty cool. I totally have a waiting list. It's not long or anything. But I have high hopes that I can make a career out of it. Since the big move, I have had some difficulties finding activities for my kids to do. This area is like that. I tried my best to get a storytime going at the local library and they actually turned me down... even after I had made a wonderful outline for a year and was going to do it for free... and bring all the supplies we needed. That was a major let down. I was going to get Gavin into a Martial Arts class, but he has to be 4 and a half to do that. And.. well.. I thought about the rec center in Minden.. how it has an indoor pool. So, my idea was to take the kids there and play... maybe learn how to swim. BUT they are not allowed in the indoor pool. While we were there we did, however, get picture id's for them!! They loved that! Here is a couple pics from that day...
We didn't break out the bat and ball, but we did pretend to play some baseball. :)

Here are a couple pics from when we took our dog, Sebastian to the vet. He didn't make it in the pictures, but this Garfield like cat did. I think his name might be George.

My Mom and I took the kids to the fair.... She took much better pics than I did. These are mine..

And after A LOT of thinking... and Gavin begging... I put him in Pre-School.
:(  I am not too happy with this decision.. My heart is breaking. Yesterday was his second day. Here are some pics from his first day, Monday...

He started off pretty happy.

^ that's my favorite pic. I think that kid is going to be his best friend.

He found a cool car.. and was excited to figure out that the doors open.

Right after this one was taken, I gave him a hug and kiss and told him bye.

When I picked him up... He said, "The kids threw dirt in my mouth." He fell at lunch pretty badly.... enough to bleed. He said he didn't want to go back.
Of course, the second day came... I made him get up.. even though he said "I don't waaaaaanna goooooo to schooooooooooool! I wanna stay with yoooooooou!"
He kept this up...the teacher had to hold him back from following me when I left him... Then... in the car, Abby kept saying, "My brother. My brother. My brother," over and over again. And then I sobbed.
When I went to pick him up, there was a good report in his folder about how great he did with the other kids and how good his fine motor skills are for his age. Seriously, I think these people have it in their heads that he hasn't been around other kids his whole life because he has been "homeschooled." Geez. And I have to's going to be hard for me to receive "good job" reports...because I get the urge to be like, "Duh. I know, thanks," even though I know they are just doing their job.
Also, in the folder was a coloring page he did with one of my worst nightmares on it. The teacher wrote on there that he did such a good job trying to stay inside the lines. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can anyone tell I am having a hard time with this?
BUT at the end of the day he said he had fun at school. Good. Because it costs a bunch of money. I could be wrong, I am not that great at math, but with the amount of money that goes into that school... it seems there should be a swimming pool and a greenhouse. I told him that if he doesn't want to go back to school next year, he doesn't have to. I wonder what he will decide...

p.s. I typed this post @ 4 this morning... and now it's 8:10.. Gavin didn't say anything about not wanting to go to school this morning!!! :) YAY. He just walked right in there. The drop off went great. Score. I feel better now.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Webster Parish Library Is Awesome

This was a Storytime day that we went to.

They had fun while they waited for it to start.

 In that picture^, Abby is thinking, "Well, should I take a bite?" She managed to fight the urge. :) 
I still forgot to get a pic when they were listening to the book being read. :/ Oops.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Storytime @ Webster Parish Library

I love taking the kids to storytime! This was our first one at the Minden Library. Next time I will have to get a picture of everyone while the book is actually being read. :) I love, love, love that the book was about art today and that the kids got to paint. They paint often, but they never have while at a library before.
We found some other homeschool kids there, too. It gave me another chance to explain how cool it must be to be homeschooled... I'm sure they have storytime at traditional schools and all, but it has to more peaceful in this setting. less kids, less hustle and bustle, more fun :) They had a great time. We plan on being there every Wednesday from now on. The lady, I didn't catch her name, has been doing Storytime there for at least 10 years. That's how long those homeschool kids have been going up there. I am glad to have found something that is continuous and reliable. :)
There is an exceptionally good kid area that is all closed off from the main area of the library. So, the kiddos don't have to worry about being quiet in there. Also, there are awesome toys and, of course, TONS of books compared to the library in Homer, LA, where we actually live.
 I will say this, though: The cool kid computer that they have at the Claiborne Parish Library(Homer) is GREAT. Gavin LOVES it. Speaking of Storytime, I checked at the Homer library yesterday to see if they have one going on. Well, they used to, but it got bothersome for the lady that was doing it for a few different reasons. I couldn't talk to her because she wasn't there and won't be back until Monday. So, when Monday comes around I am going back up there and volunteering to organize it myself. The lady, Suzanne, that I did talk to, made it seem like she will probably say yes! That's exciting. Project.

Super glad Josslyn and her mommy, Jaime came with us!


our trip to Wal-Mart afterwards :)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

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I had to put this on here because when I found it, I fell in love. Thank you, Pinterest for being my new found internet obsession. I have found many wonderful things on your website.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I Have Not Blogged Lately

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this is why!! my computer thinks that it is funny to do this to me. if it wasn't so complicated to type so that everyone can read it.. i would!!

i would love to blog my little heart out, but it's not worth the effort.. it just adds to my current stress.

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well, it took me a couple months, but i finally figured out that the number lock key was on. wow, i feel dumb. so glad that is over! now.. back to blogging just as soon as i have something interesting to say. give me a few days :)


Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Are You Serious?

                      My son can draw all of the sudden.

  I got him all set up to draw. He said that he was going to draw a smiley face.. I moved on to get Abby set up..and look over at Gavin and he said "and then the eyebrows..." and I saw he had the whole head drawn except the eyebrows. And he said, "he looks a little mad." and i asked if he could give him a body and he did! Then he added the drink and the snack. He said that "the dude has a drink and a snack." And that's his name at the top, but he didn't know what his name was. :)

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Saw this on Facebook

"I don't believe in God," said the dentist.

"Why?" I asked.

"How could God exist and allow so much suffering & pain in the world?"

He looked confused, so I asked "If there are dentists in the world, why do so many people have BROKEN, INFECTED,& MISSING TEETH?"

"Well, I can't help anyone who does not come to me to have their teeth fixed!" he said.


(such a good point.)


An old man sold toys in the Baghdad market. Knowing that his sight was not quite perfect, his customers sometimes paid him with fake money.

The old man discovered the ruse, but did not say anything.
In his prayers he asked God to forgive those who cheated him.
“Perhaps they’re short of money and want to buy presents for their children,” he said to himself.
The time passed and the old man died. Standing before the gates of Heaven, he prayed once more:

- Lord! – he said. – I am a sinner. I did many wrong things, I am no better than the false coins I was paid. Forgive me!

At that moment the gates swung open and a Voice was heard:

- Forgive what? How can I judge someone who all through his life never once passed judgment on others?

Written by Paulo Coelho


Don't do it just because the previous generation did it.

"My mother used to cut the ends off the pot roast before cooking it. I asked her why and she said because her mother used to do it. So I went to my grandmother and asked her why she cut the ends off her pot roast, and she said because her mother used to do it. Finally, I visited my great grandmother and asked her why she used to cut the ends off the pot roast, and she said because the pan was too small." - Virginia W. Educated Parenting

more to come, i'm sure...

Monday, August 29, 2011

Pirate Day!

Friday night Gavin told me that he wanted "Pirate clothes." This is what I came up with. I don't mind that I am a fabric hoarder. It sure does come in handy. :)

I always have cardboard laying around, too. Wow, there is so much that can be done with cardboard! Oh, the possibilities. are. endless.

I love the face he makes with the eye patch on. In this picture, Abby has Smurfette wrapped up in a small piece of scrap material.

I made this white shirt first, but it seemed a little girly. So, we gave it to Abby.

Naptime came easy.
1st Pirate Day = Success.

Saturday, August 27, 2011


D week.. and review week.. were more like Unschool weeks.. the Dad around here is SO close to being finished getting our "classroom" ready.. we just kinda put things on hold because of my excitement.. We have, however, had a great 2 weeks.. Gavin wanted me to make him wings. So, i did.. Gavin and Abby have been painting a LOT.. We've been swimming. We went to visit Grandma and Grandpa.. We got Mario Cart for the Wii.. and Gavin is really starting to catch on. He's also been LOVING the "Free Draw" on I will add a link for that. :) Today I am going to make Gav a pirate costume, not for Halloween.. but just because he wants to be a pirate whenever, ya know? I will have to take a picture and put it on here. Oh! And we got him an Etch-a-Sketch! He saw it on a movie and later tried to describe what he saw.. He was trying so hard to tell me what he wanted, but I could NOT figure it out.. and then he said, "It's on Little Rascals. I'll show you." We went and fast forwarded through most of the movie until he yelled, "Stop! That!" It was an Etch-a-Sketch.. We couldn't find a big one, but we found a little one! And now he has that in his bible bag, too. It's perfect for church. It may not be normal in most churches, but in ours ... for the first hour families stay together..Yep, kids and all. Anyway, all is well... and Unschooling really does make a bunch of sense.. kids do lead the way in their education.. not that that's how it's gonna be around here or anything.. but I am open to the idea.. on days or weeks that I'm not feeling the whole school deal. I doubt that it's going to hurt them, especially because they are so young right now.. Gavin is not even 3 and a half, yet...

update oct. 2011
we no longer live at "dad's".. so, our classroom is the world, now. as it would have really been anyway. i will surely, soon have a good place to put up our dry erase board that the kids love so much.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Just Like Mine

                                                    C is for Carrying Case :)
                  I chose the alligator shirt.. because ya know? Jesus is coming back. Yay.

Gavin loves it so much, he slept with it last night. How awesome is that?

Cause to Celebrate :)

This is a big deal. I will put it in the list of links, too. I just wanted to make sure it got noticed.. is why I'm making a post about it. I like this lady and just discovered this blog this morning. I LOVE good news and that's exactly where that link will lead you.. ^^if you love good news, too, get to clicking! ^^  Enjoy!

Friday, August 12, 2011

Abby This Morning

 She's starting off the day pretty cute. :)
Notice the tent? That's where Gavin has slept the last 2 nights in celebration of C Week(camping). In this pic he is in there waking up. Abby wakes him up most every morning (if he doesn't get to her first) saying "Bubba?..... Bubba?...... hey, Bubba?..." 

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

C is for Castle!

Annnd...... cut, couch, curtains, cardboard, cereal, etc.... 
I totally made a "castle" today. It's not finished because I ran out of hot glue.
If it lasts longer than a day, I will get some more and put the finishing touches on.

This was so easy and FUN. I really messed up on the stairs, though. But it doesn't matter.. I can fix it.. and of course, the kids don't care.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

B is for Ballet and Break dancing

This is the perfect video to introduce ballet to your boy. :)

OH MY! MUTE THE MUSIC ON THIS ONE. Sorry for anyone that has already listened to it. I didn't know. This must not be the same one I thought it was.. and until I find it.. just please mute.
This is one of many great videos of kids break dancing. And at this very moment Gavin is dancing his little heart out. He has combined ballet and break dancing. :) I should have known that was going to happen. :)

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Amazing Mommy Article

This article has been shared so many times.. and there is a very good reason for that. It just might make you cry. I didn't, but who knows.. it's
by Anna Quindlen:

If not for the photographs I might have a hard time believing they ever existed. The pensive infant with the swipe of dark bangs and the black button eyes of a Raggedy Andy doll. The placid baby with the yellow ringlets and the high piping voice. The sturdy toddler with the lower lip that curled into an apostrophe above her chin.

All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost adults, two taller than me, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets, and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past.

Everything in all the books I once pored over is finished for me now. Penelope Leach. Berry Brazelton. Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early childhood education, all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages, dust would rise like memories.

What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations and the older parents at cocktail parties—what they taught me was that they couldn’t really teach me very much at all. Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can only be managed with a stern voice and a time-out. One boy is toilet trained at three, his brother at two. When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome.

As a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. First science told us they were insensate blobs. But we thought they were looking, and watching, and learning, even when they spent so much time hitting themselves in the face. And eventually science said that we were right, that important cognitive function began in early babyhood. First science said they should be put on a feeding schedule. But sometimes they seemed hungry in two hours, sometimes three, sometimes all the time, so that we never even bothered to button up. And eventually science said that that was right, and that they would be best fed on demand. First science said environment was the great shaper of human nature. But it certainly seemed as though those babies had distinct personalities, some contemplative, some gregarious, some crabby. And eventually science said that was right, too, and that they were hardwired exactly as we had suspected.

Still, the temptation to defer to the experts was huge. The literate parent, who approaches everything—cooking, decorating, life—as though there was a paper due or an exam scheduled is in particular peril when the kids arrive. How silly it all seems now, obsessing about language acquisition and physical milestones, riding the waves of normal, gifted, hyperactive, all those labels that reduced individuality to a series of cubbyholes. But I could not help myself. I had watched my mother casually raise five children born over ten years, but by watching her I intuitively knew that I was engaged in the greatest—and potentially most catastrophic—task of my life. I knew that there were mothers who had worried with good reason, that there were children who would have great challenges to meet. We were lucky; ours were not among them. Nothing horrible or astonishing happened: There was hernia surgery, some stitches, a broken arm and a fuchsia cast to go with it.

Mostly ours were the ordinary everyday terrors and miracles of raising a child, and our children’s challenges the old familiar ones of learning to live as themselves in the world. The trick was to get past my fears, my ego, and my inadequacies to help them do that. During my first pregnancy I picked up a set of lovely old clothbound books at a flea market. Published in 1933, they were called Mother’s Encyclopedia, and one volume described what a mother needs to be: “psychologically good: sound, wholesome, healthy, unafraid, able to deal with the world and to live in this particular age, an integrated personality, an adjusted person.” In a word, yow.

It is good that we know so much more now, know that mothers need not be perfect to be successful. But some of what we learn is as pernicious as that daunting description, calculated to make us feel like failures every single day. I remember fifteen years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton’s wonderful books on child development, in which he describesthree different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil (see: slug) for an eighteen-month-old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China. Next year he goes to college. He can walk just fine. He can walk too well. Every part of raising children at some point comes down to this: Be careful what you wish for.

Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been enshrined in the “Remember When Mom Did” Hall of Fame. The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language—mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, “What did you get wrong?” (She insisted I include that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald’s drive-through speaker and then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch The Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking?

But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.

Even today I’m not sure what worked and what didn’t, what was me and what was simply life. How much influence did I really have over the personality of the former baby who cried only when we gave parties and who today, as a teenager, still dislikes socializing and crowds? When they were very small I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I’d done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be.

There was babbling I forgot to do, stimulation they never got, foods I meant to introduce and never got around to introducing. If a black-and-white mobile really increases depth perception and early exposure to classical music increases the likelihood of perfect pitch, I blew it. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact, and I was sometimes over-the-top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world, who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That’s what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Letter of the Week: A

Every Friday I am going to ask Gavin if he can draw the Letter of the Week. He totally passed his first test! I am SO PROUD. I haven't even asked him to practice during the week.. and he can do it. That's awesome. Brains are so neat.

He is very happy about it, too. He's actually sitting at the table right now writing a whole bunch of A's. The one in these pictures is his first attempt. :) He LOVES the dry erase board.

Also, he loves that I blog about him. After I take a pic, he likes to go to the computer and watch it show up.