Homeschool, Here We Come!

My family has made a big decision since I last posted.

Danny and I decided to homeschool our oldest daughter this year.  This decision came after much concern, prayer, and anxiety.  We knew this year was going to be a tough one for her.  She is, after all, repeating kindergarten in order to get her on the right track in school.

At age two, E basically entered pre-school one year early, and since her birthday is only one week away from the kindergarten cut-off, she entered kindergarten one year early, as well.  She stuck out kindergarten last year at our neighborhood elementary school.  E's outstanding teacher and loving group of friends made a year that could have been tough, since she was basically a year younger than everyone else, a success.

After last year, we decided to hold her back a year, to get her on track to enter first grade as a six year old, not a young five year old.  It was an extremely difficult choice.  So knowing all that,  this year was going to be a little strange, no matter what.  Our decision to homeschool for this year came as a result of a repeated kindergarten experience, that for whatever reason, just wasn't working.

After much heartache, tears, and restless nights, I had an epiphany one morning of deep prayer.  After multiple friends approached me with the encouragement to homeschool, I felt a weight had been lifted.  Then, my mom called me with information about a local charter school that cropped up this year that is an actual home school academy.  A superstar of a teacher designs lessons, workshops, tutorials, and also guides the kids through tons of hands-on, inquiry-based science projects.  It was a win-win!  I pulled E out of her repeat kindergarten class only hours after the decision had been made.

E has made the transition beautifully.  We are wrapping up our second week of homeschool, and E is blossoming with this new schedule.  I added an art class, children's choir practice, and a dance class to her already "after school" activities.  She now has the opportunity to hang out with her friends three times during the week.

I am so grateful for the help and support of my family and friends throughout this process.  To every person who has maintained a positive voice for me and my family, I so appreciate you!  For the negative voices, I thank you, too, because your input made me think through the negative side of homeschooling. I am sincerely trying my best to not let E fall into a homebody coma.

I have been blessed by wonderful Christian friends who have listened to me, prayed with me, and have let me cry when I've been beside myself with emotion!  The amazing thing about this whole experience is that I have finally felt what it feels like to truly know God's will.  I prayed on this for weeks, and asked God to please show me His will, and He did!  When I said in my prayer that I would follow His will, no matter what it was, the next day, I had my answer, as clear as day.  God had spoken, and oh, what a sense of peace I felt!

Crazy Week

OK, so it has been a crazy week.

It's probably apparent from my lack of blogs, so it's a little redundant to do so, but I'm going to anyway....it was a CRAZY week.

From waking up early, getting four kids dressed and fed, while putting away dishes, making beds, getting myself dressed and ready and fed, to jumping in the car for the trek out to the country school where E is kindergartening, my days start and never end.  I've had meetings to attend, class assignments to finish, play dates to organize, phone calls to make, interviews to do, breakfasts, lunches and dinners to prepare, dishes to wash, laundry to fold, a sick husband to care for, a house to attempt to keep clean (oh, who am I kidding!), and endless amounts of minuscule tasks to complete.

I am worn out.

I am leaving for the mountains tomorrow. This place is my proverbial land of milk and honey.  In fact, it is the land of apple pie and cinnamon ice cream.

Just those words, and I already feel more relaxed.  

Grandpa's Birthday Cake

We celebrated my dad's birthday this last weekend at my house.  It was a small, family party.  We enjoyed delicious Italian food (Grasso's takeout!), my mom's homemade oatmeal cake, and ice cream sundaes.  Needless to say, it was not a Clean eating day for me.  

Cake and ice cream time is always a tense time for my kids.  They feel a huge amount of ownership over dessert.  They crowd the area, make low whining noises, and demand my full attention....which sadly, hardly ever happens.  

This time, J.D., who is a big fan of Grandpa David's, felt a connection with that oatmeal cake.

Grandma D brought out the cake, showed J.D. the blazing candles, and began the "Happy Birthday" march to the big cheese, I mean, birthday boy.

I wish I knew exactly what was going through my dad's mind at this very moment.  

"Are all those candles really necessary?" or "Why is my age there for all to see?"  or "I wanted Texas Sheet Cake!"

Now for the cake blow.....

But the minute the smoke drifted his way, J.D. realized he'd missed his big moment.




And he wasn't happy...

...at all.  There were  tears.  And screaming.  And a time out.  To attempt to pacify her irate grandson, my mom recreated the cake blow by re-lighting the candles.   J.D. saw right though it.  It was the party's low point.

And here was the high point!  Dad with the ladeeez!  Or, my mom's sisters.  Kinda wierd.

Hail!

We lived through a crazy storm yesterday.  We did not have just wind, or just rain.  We experienced  strong, bough bending winds, torrential rain, and golf-ball sized hail pounding onto the roof.  

The storm may have only lasted as long as a re-run episode of Seinfeld, but its effects were incredible. 

Now that I am looking back at the pictures from this thirty minutes of extreme weather, it seems amazing that so much water came down so fast.  To go from extreme heat, humidity and dry, scorched earth to storm clouds and rain was an incredible experience.  The lifelong desert rat that I am can't help but get a little emotional at downpours such as this one. 

At first the girls and I thought it was just rain.

Then the pounding began.  The hailstones covered the front and back yard, pounded on the windows and roof, and basically scared the living daylights out of my oldest daughter.

The rain soon covered the sidewalk, and water filled the gutters.

This may not seem like a big deal, but rain spilling off of the roof of my house is HUGE!

I ran out to the front lawn, umbrella in hand, to collect this monster of a hail stone.  

Cupped in Cubby's hands, the hail stone is clearly one size larger than a golf ball!

A standing water puddle in the desert?!  I've got to get my camera, this is insane!

Once the hail had ceased from rocketing out of the sky, the rain continued to fall.  Lovely, lovely raindrops covered my windows.  

More raindrops dripped from the eaves.

And then the rain stopped.  My backyard hasn't looked this fresh and clean since last April.  

Finally the sun came out.  This summer storm was so brief, that it seemed to appear as if I had just sprayed off the sidewalk with a hose.  But after a closer look, I noted that the ground had turned muddy, the streets were slick with rain, and sadly, some friends' cars still carry the scars of their violent collision with hail stones.

Early Riser

I am not a morning person.  It is, therefore, quite ironic that I married a farmer, who chose his life profession knowing full well that he would have to wake up every morning at 5:20 AM, to be out the door at 5:45 AM.

Most of the time, I don't hear him get up and get ready, so I sleep in until I either feel the first kid snuggling up to me in my bed (usually E) and/or the first baby crying out for, "Mah-Meeeeeee!" or "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa-dee!"

My oldest daughter, the big girl attending her fifth day of kindergarten today, is an early riser like her dad as well.  I remember from about twelve months to age two (yes, a full year!), E would wake at three in the morning.  She was fully awake, and Danny and I were both zombies.  I would take her back into the playroom, pull out some puzzles, books, or toys, and she would fiddle around while I pretty much passed out on the carpet beside her.  Since I was pregnant part of this time, and subsequently taking care of newborn baby Cubby, it was a tough go for a while.

I have tried to get up when Danny wakes up, but then I have to go to bed right when the kids go to bed to get enough sleep.  If I do that, it feels like I have no "me" time at all during the day!  So I usually slip back into my old habits of sleeping in until 7:00 AM, and going to bed at 10:30 PM or 11:00 PM.  You can imagine how tough this is on Danny, who regardless of my flippant sleeping and waking schedules, still has to wake up at 5:20 AM every single morning.

All this has changed since five days ago when I had to start getting all four kids up, dressed, and fed in time to load up into the car to take E out to school which is a fifteen minute drive out to the country.   I was complaining about how tough it was every morning, and how I never had time to eat my proper Clean breakfast, when Danny shed some light on the situation.

"You need to wake up when I leave," he said simply.  And he was right.  So for the past two mornings, I have made myself roll out of bed at 5:45 AM.  Although I start out cranky and groggy, my mornings have quickly become the greatest part of my day.  My quiet breakfast eaten while reading a daily devotion (Our Daily Bread Daily Devotional), then working on my computer, has quickly become a sweet, mellow, wonderful time I look forward to spending.

To sweet, mellow, and wonderful, I should add that sometimes my quiet morning feels a little short.

You guessed it, my brood is rustling in their beds.  Time to begin the routine.  And this morning, I feel completely ready.

4:00 PM

 Four o'clock is my current favorite time of day.  Over the years, my favorite time has changed, depending on what was going on in my life.  

I hate to admit it, but my very favorite time a day one year ago was when the babies were napping.  I remember feeling like I had a little piece of my old life back.  That old life included cooking more, playing with the girls, and having a tiny bit of "me" time.  

Before the twins were born, I loved breakfast time with the girls.  We ate leisurely, discussed silly or important things, and enjoyed each other's company. 

Times have changed once again, as they always do.  

These days, four o'clock represents an unusually harmonious time in my household.  The babies have just woken up from their naps.  Their ruddy faces and unruly hair and soft bodies always make me smile and make me want to snuggle.  The big girls have lately decided that this time of day is their favorite time to work on art projects.  They sit at their little white table and color and draw, and at times, fuss with each other over crayon ownership.  I, meanwhile, am posted at my new favorite location in the house, the kitchen island.  While stirring up some marinade, or pouring batter for muffins, I overlook my brood and feel a sense of pleasure and encouragement over seeing everyone doing so well.  "We made it!" I think!  Four o'clock is also just ninety minutes away from when Danny comes walking in the door from work.  The late afternoons always feel a little more hopeful to me for that reason.  Not only do I look forward to seeing him because he is such a big help to me, but he comforts and soothes the stress temperature of the house.  

These past two difficult years of shock over being pregnant with, then giving birth to pre-mature twins, then managing a household with four kids under age three has made me appreciate the little moments.  It is in these little moments that I see what blessings I truly have.  It is also in these moments that I see God, in all of His wisdom, for knowing what was best for Danny and I.  Even when we kicked and screamed as we protested, God watched over us and sometimes without even being asked, gave us the strength and courage to continue on another day.

Ok, now for the pictures.  Here is a visual of my 4:00 PM.

My big kindergartner loves art.  At this moment, she has taken a break from singing, but just prior to this, she was belting out princess songs in her fullest vibrato.

Cubby is happily hangin' with her big sis and coloring as well.  She hums along to her big sister's singing, which is a sweet thing in itself.

Little G has become a bookworm in the past few weeks.  She dutifully carries out book after book to the living room, where she plops down and looks through each one.  Actually, if I was completely accurate, I would have to admit that little J.D. does the major amount of book carrying for his sister.  He receives his orders of, "Da-da, moh book-sss!"  And without question, runs into his bedroom to gather more reading material for his twin sis. 

Now, you might be asking yourself, what is a little boy to do amidst all of this estrogen laced peace and harmony? 

J.D. chose to do the most masculine thing possible.  He grabbed this plastic rake, and started banging it down on the tile floor.  He was very pleased with himself after each of these little tirades.  Why did he do this?  No clue.  But I do know that when he would finish with a banging session, he would smile, then look at me, and I would smile back at him to let him know it was o.k. with me, and he would continue.  

Four o'clock is a happy, magical time in my home.  I wonder when my next favorite time will be?  

Twin Language

People are always asking me if the twins have a secret language.  Up until now, I have said no.

Little G has been babbling for at least six months now, and has tons of words and even sentences in her vocabulary (my personal favorite: "I did it!").  Her twin brother, J.D. is a boy and therefore is a little slower in every department.  When asked if he wants something he responds, "eh."  I have become quite adept at translating his seemingly wishy-washy response into yes and no answers.  "Eh" normally means yes, and "Neh" means no.  To be honest, if I get it wrong, I'll be the first to know.

In the last couple weeks of so, the twins have really started communicating.  It began with little babbling discussions across the table from one another.  They would babble and gesture, as if they were really talking, then break into laughter at appropriate moments.  J.D. has a way of getting his sister to laugh like no one else.

They have increased their communication quite a bit, so that they now have nicknames for each other.  The nicknames, coincidentally, are the same for both.  J.D. refers to Little G as "Da-da," and she calls him "Da-da" right back.  It can get a little confusing when Daddy is present, but we've learned to differentiate the two names.

I love to hear them calling to each other or asking for the other's help.  Just the other day, Little G was in her bed just before nap time, and wanted her baby bunny.  She started yelling to her brother, who was not yet in his crib to help her out.  I heard her call out, "Da-da!  Daaaaaa-daaaaa!"  Now J.D., who was sitting on the carpet with me, jumped up and ran in to see what he needed to do for her.  I could hear her say "Da-da, Geecie, baby bunny," which means, "J.D., get me Gracie's baby bunny."  She still refers to herself in the third person.  He promptly ran around, located the bunny, and deposited it in her crib.

Anyway, that little moment of twin cooperation made my day, possibly my week.

First Day of Kinder....Again

I woke up this morning at 6:15 AM.  I don't normally wake up that early, but today was unavoidable.  I had a very excited five year old loudly whisper me out of a dead sleep to remind me that today was her first day of kindergarten at her new school and she did not want to be late.  It was too early to remind her that not once had she gone to school late in her whole life, but, hey I can console myself now.  

My oldest daughter, known simply as "E" on this site, attended kindergarten at the local elementary school last year, which, I might add, sits only three blocks away from our house.  She is a November baby, and when she entered in 2009, she was four, turned five that fall, and was from then on out called "the baby" of the class.  She excelled academically, but seemed to flounder socially and emotionally.  It was during her birthday month that I decided to pull her out of kinder, try to get her into a pre-school, and try kinder again next year.  By that time, however, she had reached a milestone.  She had made friends, fell in love with her teacher, and realizing how quickly she was learning to read, became a straight-up school girl.  Danny and I decided to let her continue, and make the tough decision about the following year later. 

I deliberated over this decision for months.  I spoke to fellow parents of young kindergartners, education professionals, and young students themselves to prepare for an outcome.  I walked away from all of this research with a wholehearted, yes, she should repeat the year.  She needed to be in a class with kids her own age.  Even if she did experience a tough second kindergarten year, she would still be in the right place when entering junior high, high school, and college.  

We then decided that we didn't want her to repeat kinder at the same school, due to the almost certain stigma she would be made aware of with her former classmates moving up to first grade, while she remained behind.  So we pushed and got her into the top academic school in our town, a country school which is about a 12 minute drive away.

Today was her second first day of kindergarten.

She is beyond excited.  In her backpack she carries crayons, sharpened pencils, and three hand-written notes to her new teacher.  Notes that say things like, "I love you" and "I love school," but might be translated by the teacher as, "I was in kindergarten last year and already know all my letters and how to read and write basic words."

Danny met us at the house at 8:00 after being at work already for two hours.  I packed him a breakfast, which explains the foil covered dish.  E felt very special having her dad come home to attend her first day of school.  In the background, J.D. appears to be wondering why he can't just ride off into the sunset with Danny in his big truck to search the world for tractors and hammers for the rest of their lives.

My happy beautiful girl.  I know every parent on the planet says this kind of stuff, but I really can't believe she'll be turning six in a few months!

Another four under five winner!  I am starting to see a trend.  My four little kids CAN all stand in a photo and smile, or attempt to do so, for a brief moment.  The trick is to get ready with my camera on time!

After this photo session, we hopped into the car and headed out to the country.  We joined a line of Suburbans, Tahoes and trucks heading out to the country with squirmy, excited seat-belted youngsters inside.  Once at the school, we marched straight over to the kinder classroom.  Now up to this point, E was the picture of excitement.  

However in the classroom, something changed.  She saw the new teacher, and realized it wasn't her treasured teacher from last year.  She looked around at the other children's faces and recognized no one.  The classroom was large and unfamiliar.  I saw a shadow cross her face, and she reached out to me and said, "Mommy, don't go."  Luckily, we were all invited out to the flag salute, and we stood near E and her class.  Afterwards, while walking her back to her class, I assured her that she would be fine, and that I would be back to get her right after lunch.  She seemed a little dazed, but we had to go, so I grabbed Little G, Danny held J.D. and Cubby followed us out as we walked to the car.  

"She's going to fine," Danny and I said almost simultaneously.  

And it turns out, she was.  She did have an upsetting encounter with a "big kid" on the playground which prompted a few tears, but the majority of the day was fun, although hot.  She already made a new friend she reported, and she loves her teacher.  She also loves the merry-go-round, which she calls the dizzy thing, and she liked writing her name a bunch of times, since she already knew how to do it.  

Not to sound super corny, but perhaps some things are better the second time around.

The Grandma Effect

My mom is pretty magical.  And my kids all think so, too.  

She is an excellent public speaker, a thoughtful mentor, a creative writer, a loving wife, and an incredibly sage mom and friend.  

I love her very much, obviously, but I am constantly struck by just how much mine and my sister's kids love her.  My mom's relationship with her grandkids is slightly reminiscent of the pied piper.   Her soft voice singing lullabies is soothing and causes instant drowsiness.  The games she invents are engaging and age appropriate (need I remind you of Sydney Lee's Fashion Show extravaganza?), and her ability to make any book instantly captivating is a skill I hope to inherit.

This ability of my mom's to instantly magnetize any and all grandkids in her near radius to gravitate to her is known as The Grandma Effect.  Danny's mom has a similar effect on the big girls, and the babies are beginning to show signs of weakness to her powers as well.  Personally, I love The Grandma Effect. I am able to have moments of almost completely uninterrupted peace when a grandma is in the vicinity. With four kids under five, the peace doesn't last long.  After a while, the grandmas do usually end up leaving a bit frazzled and worn out, but that's the price they have to pay for being grandmas!   

I love this next picture because it is the most obvious visual representation of The Grandma Effect I have on file.     

Grandma Donna is doing what she does best, reading to the kids.  Her mini-me grandchild, Little G is sitting serenely to grandma's right, probably hoping her cousin Ellie will find something more interesting to do that is anywhere but on Grandma Donna's lap.  She seems a little jealous, perhaps mildly peeved that she is playing second fiddle to Ellie, but she knows that if she cries, Grandma Donna will put her in her crib, or worse, leave our house altogether!  J.D. is interested in the book mainly because Grandma Donna has mesmerized him with her musical voice.  Even though something inside him is telling him to go grab a hammer or drill right now, he is under Grandma's spell, and is unable to move.  Cousin Ellie has the cat's meow.  She is front and center on Grandma's lap, enjoying the book, laughing and squealing to her heart's content.  

The Grandma Effect, folks. It's real, and if you haven't observed it in your life already, it's probably happening in your very near future.  Be afraid. 

Backsplash!

We are one step closer to finishing the kitchen.  

We had a lovely couple (yes, a husband and wife tile team) come in to lay the tile on our lovely wall colored backsplash.

Pre- backsplash.

Another pre- backsplash.

Post splash!!!!

Woo-hoo!!!

And look how lovely it looks as the background to my delicious Clean sweet 'n sour chicken dish.  

And here's a random picture of some incredibly moist bran muffins (with grated carrot!) I baked today.  

Cereal Dog

Our typical morning began with bowls of cereal for the kiddos.

The type of cereal usually determines whether or not my kids will eat their entire bowl.  However, Little G is typically my one exception.  She is, like Jerry Seinfeld, a lover of cereal.  

Apparently to her, every piece of cereal is one to be cherished, savored, and eventually gobbled up and swallowed.

"Spoons are highly overrated."

"Mmmmm.....that was a good bite."

"Hmmm.  That cereal is good, but I think it would look even better....

...on my pet Schnauzer's scruffy back."  

That soft, moist, sticky cereal did not want to let go of my poor little dog's back.  I figured out this morning that perhaps Little G isn't such a huge fan of cereal.  She has been throwing it down for out faithful pooch Button to eat, however, this time, the dog didn't realize her snack was on her back (Rhyme intended.  Your welcome). 

And what, oh what, was Little G's twin brother doing while this dog abuse was being performed? 

Just chillin'!  

Four Under Five on Vacation Part IV

When my older sister and I were kids, my parents took us to Balboa Park all the time.  I have fond memories of walking around in the museums, splashing in the fountain, observing strange artistic dancers  and musicians, and having picnics in the grass.  

I am, therefore, naturally drawn to this place as I raise my own kids.  When Danny and I didn't have specific plans for the day, my go-to place for everything kid friendly was Balboa Park.  And I know my kids: they are happiest in a place where they can run free and go up and down a million steps if they so desire. 

So on one of these outings, my mom, the ever faithful Aunt Bette, Danny, me and all four under five of my kiddos decided to visit a museum.  The Natural History Museum is featuring an amazing exhibit on dinosaurs.  I thought the kids would love it.  And this time, for once, I was right! 

At first, everyone was a little psyched out by the huge, moving, roaring Tyrannosaurus Rex  that greeted us in the lobby.  I love Little G's face right here.  That is real fear.  Cubby is gearing up to roar really loud right now, and I am getting ready to feel really embarrassed about the noise.  My oldest daughter experienced some actual trepidation about going any further into the museum after seeing the moving T-Rex.  She had to be held while I explained that it is not real, just a huge toy.  Like the one in Toy Story.  "Remember that cute little green T-Rex?" I told her, "He's just like that," and she bought it.  

I love this photo.  I love the looks on every one's faces.  I love the fact that my mom is hovering ever so careful of the kids' safety in the background.  And I love the light green sign in the background that says, "Please Do Not Climb on the Exhibits."  

E and Cubby could have set up camp and lived in this little cave for the remainder of our vacation.  They are all about secret get-aways and dark hideouts right now. 

J.D. and Aunt Bette got up close and personal with a mountain lion. 

Cubby, who was not afraid of any of the semi-frightening exhibits, gladly posed in front of anything and everything.

Anything and everything.

This is our most recent family photo.  It is extremely difficult to get a picture of all six of us together, I'm sure you can imagine why.  This was a success, however, and yes, two out of six had a major meltdown following this picturesque scene.  And also yes, one of them was me.  

This was such a fantastic trip.  The most wonderful thing about it was the amount of time the kids got to spend with their dad.  Each of them got as much one on one time as they wanted for five consecutive days with Danny.  It was a gift of time that could not have been better spent.  

 I've got to give a shout out to all of the family members who helped make this trip possible.  Thank you to mom, dad, Susie, Jim, Aunt Bette, and Ayron.  You all bless our lives in so many ways! THANK YOU!

Four Under Five on Vacation Part III

I am amazed at how much the simple things in life totally entertain my kids.  

A plastic cup and a running hose can keep my two year old son happy for at least an hour, given his sisters leave him alone.  A pad of paper with crayons will keep my oldest humming away pleasantly as drawing after drawing is created.   My number two daughter is pretty much satisfied with life if her pink blankie and big sister are within grabbing distance.  And my youngest daughter will do pretty much anything for her Grandma Donna and a sippy of cold juice.  That really is what makes them content with life.  

So imagine these kids in a beautiful park with fountains, a huge koi pond, botanical gardens, museums, musicians, hidden walkways, art exhibits, the works.  

Out of all of these amazing things to view and enjoy, what grabbed my kids' attentions?

Stairs.

E chose to dance around from level to level.

The babies decided to run up and down while laughing hysterically at the wonder of these amazing technological advancements.  STAIRS!  WOO-HOO!

Cubby scooted her way around and around at the bottom for a while.  Then she discovered how much more fun it was to carry the scooter to the top, then glide down the grass embankment.  It was poetry in motion.

Finally, and I mean twenty-five minutes later or so of 100% stair action, they discovered the fountain which stood maybe fifteen feet away from the stairs.  J.D. struck a handsome pose.

E happily watched the water sift through her hands.

And Little G splashety-splashed.

Stairs and a beautiful fountain made my kids' day.  This is definitely another one of those perks of having four kids under five.  They are all so close in age that they can truly appreciate the same experiences at the same moment in time.  I thank God I don't have a teenager also in this photo, rolling their eyes at me, begging to leave this park so they can go hang out with their friends.  Ahh.  For me, splashing around in a fountain and galloping up stairs is exactly where my little family belongs.