The past few years we have hosted Thanksgiving dinner with Mother and my stepfather and grandmother. Worried that I would ruin dinner and trying to help make things go smoothly, Grandmother would insist I buy a boxed dinner at Kroger and give me a check for the amount. I did insist that I could make my own mashed potatoes, green beans, sweet potato muffins, and the world's best secret ingredient pumpkin pie. It was always a wonderful meal and evening, and having the premade gravy helped out a great deal. With Mother gone and being 3 hours away we decided to keep the day simple and focused on the blessings God has given our little family. We aren't football fans so if you walked up to the front door and peered in the glass you would find us playing board games, scooping turkey and mashed potatoes onto plates, and spooning pumpkin pie into Timmy's mouth. This year I planned ahead, trying to reduce our grocery bill, so I think every item on our table this year was bought combining sales and coupons.
turkey: bought 3 weeks ago (frozen) when on sale for .19/lb
stuffing: onions were on sale $3 for 2 bags and chicken broth was on sale with doubled coupon for .45. I have been cutting up leftover bread for weeks and putting in freezer too.
green beans: on sale and doubled the fried onion coupon
potatoes: 10 lb bag for $3
pumpkin: on sale for .79, bought 6 (I do so love pumpkin pie)
Parker House rolls: 2/$5 and with doubled coupon for $1.50
yams: on sale for $1.25
The only thing I need left is some whipped cream and milk from Whole Foods. We will do school today and start baking and cooking in earnest Wednesday morning. Thursday I am going to run an 8K at 8am so the turkey will go in the oven when I get home.
I will post my Thanksgiving memories of childhood later this week, but mostly we will be spending time together, not blogging.
May God shower us with many blessings, may we thank him for all he has given us, and help us thank each other for the love and kindness we have received. Amen.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
what love for God and neighbor looks like
A Russian couple who fled their homeland when doctors insisted on aborting at least two of their unborn quintuplets have seen all of their children delivered safely in an Oxford hospital.The procedure required a team of 18 doctors Oxford's John Radcliffe Hospital working in teams of five, each delivering a baby and then rotating to the next team.
The couple, Dimitri and Vavara Artamkin, decided to come to Britain when doctors repeatedly refused to handle the quintuplets' delivery unless the couple agreed to abort at least two of their unborn children. They are Russian Orthodox and reject abortion as immoral."Our families are very religious people - Varvara's father is an archpriest - and the church teaches that abortion is murder. Varvara and Dimitri wanted all their babies and they would not agree to such a condition," Dimitri Artamkin's grandmother told Britian's Daily Mail.
The couple had connections in Britain through Vavara's father, but were unable to travel there until they received a generous contribution from a group of Russian benefactors who have remained anonymous. The donors will pay for the care of the children and their parents until they return to Russia. The babies, who were born 14 weeks premature and weigh roughly one to two pounds, face serious risks, but are receiving intensive care at multiple hospitals."For me, that they were born alive was a miracle. It was all in God's hands and I was elated. We will go to church and light a candle for each baby," said Dimitri's sister Maria.
By Matthew Cullinan Hoffman
The couple, Dimitri and Vavara Artamkin, decided to come to Britain when doctors repeatedly refused to handle the quintuplets' delivery unless the couple agreed to abort at least two of their unborn children. They are Russian Orthodox and reject abortion as immoral."Our families are very religious people - Varvara's father is an archpriest - and the church teaches that abortion is murder. Varvara and Dimitri wanted all their babies and they would not agree to such a condition," Dimitri Artamkin's grandmother told Britian's Daily Mail.
The couple had connections in Britain through Vavara's father, but were unable to travel there until they received a generous contribution from a group of Russian benefactors who have remained anonymous. The donors will pay for the care of the children and their parents until they return to Russia. The babies, who were born 14 weeks premature and weigh roughly one to two pounds, face serious risks, but are receiving intensive care at multiple hospitals."For me, that they were born alive was a miracle. It was all in God's hands and I was elated. We will go to church and light a candle for each baby," said Dimitri's sister Maria.
By Matthew Cullinan Hoffman
dinner and dancing
Last night Tim and I got dressed up and attended our first date in over a year, the local Marine Corps/Navy Birthday Ball. The girls helped me get ready, first watching me put my hair up in curlers and then deciding they wanted to dress up too. By the time the babysitter arrived, even Charlie was wearing a dress and halo over his footed jammies. The evening was hosted by the local colleges ROTC groups so there was less gold ribbon and certainly more cleavage than I am used to seeing at these events. I wore a pretty black Liz Claiborne beaded collar sleeveless dress I had found at the consignment shop a few weeks ago. Tim, in his dress uniform and with all his mini-medals lined up on his fitted dinner jacket looked very dashing.
The main speech was given by some Admiral who spoke about the Navy and Marine Corps these seniors are entering into, "Our nation might not be at war, but our men and women in uniform certainly are." He spoke of sacrifice, of a willingness to give for country, for something bigger than oneself that most of their fellow college seniors are not. We chatted over dinner about tours in Okinawa, France, and Italy, ship port calls all over the world, plane and helicopter squadrons, and duty stations we had all seen. It was a lovely evening and when we arrived home we found all the children asleep in their beds and a good report from Gwen, "No problems." The evening certainly gave me hope for the future, in more ways than one.
The main speech was given by some Admiral who spoke about the Navy and Marine Corps these seniors are entering into, "Our nation might not be at war, but our men and women in uniform certainly are." He spoke of sacrifice, of a willingness to give for country, for something bigger than oneself that most of their fellow college seniors are not. We chatted over dinner about tours in Okinawa, France, and Italy, ship port calls all over the world, plane and helicopter squadrons, and duty stations we had all seen. It was a lovely evening and when we arrived home we found all the children asleep in their beds and a good report from Gwen, "No problems." The evening certainly gave me hope for the future, in more ways than one.
Friday, November 16, 2007
bedtime ritual
Charlie and Timmy go to bed around 7pm, both requiring a last gulp of milk or water before hitting the hay. Usually I give Charlie his cup of water and kiss him goodnight before shutting off the light. Lately though he has insisted, "Sit down, wait for me," before he hands the cup back, "look at the stars." It is not something I normally do these days, life in a family with 5 little ones to bathe, read to, and put to bed does not encourage star gazing. But Charlie's bed backs up to the window giving him ample opportunity to count dots of light while he drifts off to sleep. I find it peaceful now to sit with him in the dark and look up and then down in wonder at two of God's creations.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Carnival of Homeschooling
Nerd Family is hosting the carnival this week with an I am Thankful theme.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Want to make it to 100 years old?
If you want to live to a ripe old age of beyond 100, then take up farming, have lots of children and stay trim but not thin.
That is the advice for men who want to live long lives, from the husband and wife team of Leonid Gavrilov and Natalia Gavrilova at the Centre on Aging, University of Chicago, who are about to present the results of a survey of centenarians they conducted to pinpoint how people can live a long and healthy life.
They found that living beyond 100, which was only managed by around two or three in every 1000 born in America at that time, was linked with the following factors:
A trim figure, most of all. In fact, those who were obese at the age of 30 were almost three times less likely to become centenarians.
"It is very good to be a farmer," said Dr Gavrilov. "This result is consistent with our previous findings suggesting that children raised on farms (boys in particular) had higher chances to become centenarians.
Having more than four children at the age of 30 significantly increased the chances of exceptional longevity, trebling the chance over average of reaching the age of 100.
Perhaps they help people live long because children "care for you when you are old," he said.
That is the advice for men who want to live long lives, from the husband and wife team of Leonid Gavrilov and Natalia Gavrilova at the Centre on Aging, University of Chicago, who are about to present the results of a survey of centenarians they conducted to pinpoint how people can live a long and healthy life.
They found that living beyond 100, which was only managed by around two or three in every 1000 born in America at that time, was linked with the following factors:
A trim figure, most of all. In fact, those who were obese at the age of 30 were almost three times less likely to become centenarians.
"It is very good to be a farmer," said Dr Gavrilov. "This result is consistent with our previous findings suggesting that children raised on farms (boys in particular) had higher chances to become centenarians.
Having more than four children at the age of 30 significantly increased the chances of exceptional longevity, trebling the chance over average of reaching the age of 100.
Perhaps they help people live long because children "care for you when you are old," he said.
instant justice?
MICCOSUKEE TRIBE INDIAN RESERVATION, Fla. (AP) - A man who jumped into a lake to flee police was killed by an alligator more than 9-feet long, officials said Tuesday.
The man, whose name has not been released, was allegedly burglarizing a vehicle in the parking lot of the Miccosukee Resort and Convention Center on Thursday. He ran when police arrived at the scene, said Dexter Lehtinen, one of the tribe's police legal advisors.
A sign at the lake warns people: "Danger Live Alligators." Wood said in other alligator habitats, signs also warn people not to feed the creatures.
The man, whose name has not been released, was allegedly burglarizing a vehicle in the parking lot of the Miccosukee Resort and Convention Center on Thursday. He ran when police arrived at the scene, said Dexter Lehtinen, one of the tribe's police legal advisors.
A sign at the lake warns people: "Danger Live Alligators." Wood said in other alligator habitats, signs also warn people not to feed the creatures.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Is this how I sound?
Mommy: "Anyone up for a book?"
Mary: "You don't need to read to us. We are busy playing school."
Maggie: "stories?" (a hopeful expression on her face as she looks up from writing ABC's 20 times)
Mary: "No time to play, get back to your work Maggie!"
Mary: "You don't need to read to us. We are busy playing school."
Maggie: "stories?" (a hopeful expression on her face as she looks up from writing ABC's 20 times)
Mary: "No time to play, get back to your work Maggie!"
Sunday, November 11, 2007
drawing the line
Since becoming Catholics, Tim and I have done our share of parish-shopping. We didn't have a choice the first few years in Italy, it was the base chapel or a local Mass in Italian so we just went to the elementary school cafeteria with everyone else. We liked the priests, but enduring the screech of folding chairs, posters of food groups on the walls, kneeling on dirty tile floors during the Consecration, and the overwhelming odor of french fries made it a bit lacking. "When we get back to the States we will find a real church again," we told each other. Then we got back to Virginia and would attend Mass in one parish for a few weeks before we attended one too many liturgies that grated us the wrong way. One too many homilies with sports or movie themes combined with a denial of some Catholic teaching that we knew hadn't been eliminated from the Catechism.
We ended up bopping around 5-6 parishes in 3 years before finding St. Benedict's Chapel, offering the Traditional Latin Mass and priests who really taught the Faith. We spent 4 years there, making many friends and happy as could be in a truly Catholic community. Now we are in liberal la-la land in North Carolina and have started the parish shuffle yet again. We have cringed through the two local parish Masses and struggled through the TLM an hour away. That priest has many issues, one of which is a lack of charity toward those parishioners with small children. After being chastised yet again for Timmy's chatting I don't wish to return.
Today we went to the Cathedral and it was pretty good, the only issues being loud clapping at the end for both new folks and the choir and that the priest ran out of hosts just as we came forward for Communion, leaving us to receive from the lay person, which I feel strongly is wrong. Now all this leaves me in a dilemma: I know the arguments for attending your geographical parish, but there is a line in the sand that distinguishes between a priest's duty and a parent's. Yes, a priest has the responsibility of caring for the souls of his flock and if they stray because of him then he will answer for that. But a parent has those same souls in their care and have a greater responsibility to make sure they are properly educated and nurtured in the Faith. (The same case can be made by parents who homeschool their children and don't send them to the local Catholic school.)
But the problem is where is the line? Is before or after:
invalid Consecration (bread with extras in it, added words...)
ideas contrary to Catholicism offered during homily
co-Consecration with non-Catholics
multitude of lay women in skimpy outfits distributing Communion
teens giving the homily
folk tunes sung during Mass
improper respect given to Blessed Sacrament (in a multitude of ways)
Mass treated as entertainment rather than sacrifice
Every parent, given their different background, will likely draw the line in a different place. Of course many Catholics today find all of the above acceptable, which is the reason we have so many liturgical abuses at all, but that is for another day. Today we are just trying to find a church home that brings us closer to God and sustains us through the week. My last idea is to call the local Catholic homeschool group and see if there is one parish many large families attend. It is likely that that one would be more orthodox than the others, but if we just have to spend the next 8 months ignoring everything around us in Mass except for Jesus we will do so. There are many places in the world where martyrdom and torture make it much harder to be a Catholic than just having to endure a poorly executed Mass.
We ended up bopping around 5-6 parishes in 3 years before finding St. Benedict's Chapel, offering the Traditional Latin Mass and priests who really taught the Faith. We spent 4 years there, making many friends and happy as could be in a truly Catholic community. Now we are in liberal la-la land in North Carolina and have started the parish shuffle yet again. We have cringed through the two local parish Masses and struggled through the TLM an hour away. That priest has many issues, one of which is a lack of charity toward those parishioners with small children. After being chastised yet again for Timmy's chatting I don't wish to return.
Today we went to the Cathedral and it was pretty good, the only issues being loud clapping at the end for both new folks and the choir and that the priest ran out of hosts just as we came forward for Communion, leaving us to receive from the lay person, which I feel strongly is wrong. Now all this leaves me in a dilemma: I know the arguments for attending your geographical parish, but there is a line in the sand that distinguishes between a priest's duty and a parent's. Yes, a priest has the responsibility of caring for the souls of his flock and if they stray because of him then he will answer for that. But a parent has those same souls in their care and have a greater responsibility to make sure they are properly educated and nurtured in the Faith. (The same case can be made by parents who homeschool their children and don't send them to the local Catholic school.)
But the problem is where is the line? Is before or after:
invalid Consecration (bread with extras in it, added words...)
ideas contrary to Catholicism offered during homily
co-Consecration with non-Catholics
multitude of lay women in skimpy outfits distributing Communion
teens giving the homily
folk tunes sung during Mass
improper respect given to Blessed Sacrament (in a multitude of ways)
Mass treated as entertainment rather than sacrifice
Every parent, given their different background, will likely draw the line in a different place. Of course many Catholics today find all of the above acceptable, which is the reason we have so many liturgical abuses at all, but that is for another day. Today we are just trying to find a church home that brings us closer to God and sustains us through the week. My last idea is to call the local Catholic homeschool group and see if there is one parish many large families attend. It is likely that that one would be more orthodox than the others, but if we just have to spend the next 8 months ignoring everything around us in Mass except for Jesus we will do so. There are many places in the world where martyrdom and torture make it much harder to be a Catholic than just having to endure a poorly executed Mass.
On Veterans' Day
Thank you to all who serve our country to help keep it free, no matter the personal sacrifice. May our country honor you and may God bless you and your families.
O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen thro’ the mist of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
’Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner, in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our Trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen thro’ the mist of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
’Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner, in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our Trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
glory days
This morning, as I picked up my bib for the 5K sponsored by a local fraternity, it was obvious that I was the only competitor over the age of 20. But I had something that those young nubile things did not have: a large cheering section.
On the last turn, 100 yards before the finish line I heard, "Go Mommy! Run faster!"
One spectator counted heads after the race and looked me up and down, before asking me in an incredulous voice, "Are they all yours?"
"Yep."
I don't think I exactly fit her preconceived notion of a mom, especially since I beat a great many of the college girls (and boys).
Final time: 22:08 (best adult time ever)
On the last turn, 100 yards before the finish line I heard, "Go Mommy! Run faster!"
One spectator counted heads after the race and looked me up and down, before asking me in an incredulous voice, "Are they all yours?"
"Yep."
I don't think I exactly fit her preconceived notion of a mom, especially since I beat a great many of the college girls (and boys).
Final time: 22:08 (best adult time ever)
Friday, November 09, 2007
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...
Tomorrow I am running a 5K sponsored by a college fraternity to raise money for the Ronald McDonald House. Tim seems concerned that being surrounded by a bunch of cute college guys will make me decide that being a homeschooling mom of 5 is not my cup of tea any more and run off.
Hah!
1. I really like my life, I am fulfilled, loved, and busy. I have many freedoms and responsibilities and am grateful for both.
2. No dumb frat jock could tempt me away from my husband. He is wonderful and I am so grateful for his love and friendship.
3. I AM 37 today. I can't compete against anorexic, silicone-enhanced 19 year old girls with the money and lack of modesty to buy skin tight clothes and the time to do their hair and makeup just so, and I don't WANT to. I have earned these wrinkles, stretch marks (small though they are), bad feet, and the nursed-out bosum.
Hah!
1. I really like my life, I am fulfilled, loved, and busy. I have many freedoms and responsibilities and am grateful for both.
2. No dumb frat jock could tempt me away from my husband. He is wonderful and I am so grateful for his love and friendship.
3. I AM 37 today. I can't compete against anorexic, silicone-enhanced 19 year old girls with the money and lack of modesty to buy skin tight clothes and the time to do their hair and makeup just so, and I don't WANT to. I have earned these wrinkles, stretch marks (small though they are), bad feet, and the nursed-out bosum.
stop complaining
LONDON, Nov. 7 (UPI) -- The average British gasoline price hit $8 a gallon Wednesday and more increases are on the way, Britain's Automobile Association said.British motorists are paying an average $14.65 more to fill up a car now than they were at this time last year, the association said..
And I thought it was bad when we were in Italy and gas was $4 a gallon (2100 lira/liter if you want to figure it out yourself, but factor in inflation and the change from lira to euros). American military families got gas coupons so we could pay the tax free price of about $1.20/gal.
So... perhaps Britian and the other European countries with over 50% taxes added onto the cost of their motor fuel could LOWER the tax rate the poor drivers could get some relief.
I don't think they will either.
And I thought it was bad when we were in Italy and gas was $4 a gallon (2100 lira/liter if you want to figure it out yourself, but factor in inflation and the change from lira to euros). American military families got gas coupons so we could pay the tax free price of about $1.20/gal.
So... perhaps Britian and the other European countries with over 50% taxes added onto the cost of their motor fuel could LOWER the tax rate the poor drivers could get some relief.
I don't think they will either.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
changes in family dynamics
These days I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. We have started a new 9 weeks and the books are stacked on the table in 3 neat piles, an sight that will lead to much wailing and gnashing of teeth after the kid's little vacation. Parts of the house look like a bomb exploded with toys and books strewn everywhere. I could spend an hour picking it all up before the children awake, but it would return to the same state an hour after breakfast. I'll let them pick it up later. But the big issue is that Tim has recently switched rotations and instead of slaving away 12 hours a day, he is now writing mostly from home. I like running together in the afternoons and having dinner at a decent hour, but the change has thrown my schedule and autonomy out the window. If I leave the dishes in the sink for Mary to wash or spend more than 10 minutes on the computer I can sense his disapproval. He doesn't understand that one of the few indulgences of being a stay at home mom is the independence. I don't get to go shopping and "lunch" with the girls. But if an activity is in the house or involves the children then I don't see the problem of letting the laundry wait. I feel a bit stifled. It reminds me of when Tim came back from deployment. I was thrilled to see my best friend, my love, but the balance between the responsibility of caring for 3 children for 9 months alone and the freedom of eating chocolate for breakfast was upset. I had another adult to talk with and help with bathtime, but had to give up reading in bed until midnight.
Marriage is a slow dance between two people. There are lots of stepped-on toes at first, even doing the box step. As the dance gets more complex the couple has had enough practice to even attempt a few dips without falling. Finally by the end of life are they able to smoothly glide with perfect form. The trick is being more concerned about your partner than yourself. I'm trying to do that, which is why I haven't been posting much.
Let's dance!
Marriage is a slow dance between two people. There are lots of stepped-on toes at first, even doing the box step. As the dance gets more complex the couple has had enough practice to even attempt a few dips without falling. Finally by the end of life are they able to smoothly glide with perfect form. The trick is being more concerned about your partner than yourself. I'm trying to do that, which is why I haven't been posting much.
Let's dance!
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Carnival of Homeschooling
Principled Discovery is hosting the Homeschooling U themed carnival this week.
Monday, November 05, 2007
65% off
Today Tim asked me if I really needed to go to the grocery store. "After all," he said, "the pantry and pie safe are stuffed full and I can't even see what is in the freezer it is packed in so tightly." Yes dear, you see these dozen items are on sale and I also have coupons, which means I can practically get them for FREE. As for room, we have plenty of space under the bed.
So, after school work was finished I chased Timmy around the house shouting, "shoes, let me put your shoes on little boy," before grabbing my bag and coupon box and pushing them all in the van. Six stops later... after CVS, Kroger, the dentist office to pick up a left-behind library book, Staples, Whole Foods, and Burger King for a little sustenance (for me, though I did toss a few fries into the back seat) I showed Tim my Kroger receipt and crowed, "I saved 65% off all this stuff (and it is stuff we use)! That's the best I've done yet!" I think I even saw a smile on his face when I told him about his new stash of shaving cream.
My friend Genna is so enthusiastic about this shopping system that she gives talks about couponing/rebating at churches and women's groups. Her husband made her a spreadsheet with which she keeps track of her savings. Amazingly enough, in the 9 years they have been married she has saved $27,000 at the grocery store. I called her this afternoon to tell her my awesome score, she said I really need to get a freezer in the garage. If I can keep Tim well supplied with Breyers ice cream on sale he will get on board the savings train.
Toot toot!
So, after school work was finished I chased Timmy around the house shouting, "shoes, let me put your shoes on little boy," before grabbing my bag and coupon box and pushing them all in the van. Six stops later... after CVS, Kroger, the dentist office to pick up a left-behind library book, Staples, Whole Foods, and Burger King for a little sustenance (for me, though I did toss a few fries into the back seat) I showed Tim my Kroger receipt and crowed, "I saved 65% off all this stuff (and it is stuff we use)! That's the best I've done yet!" I think I even saw a smile on his face when I told him about his new stash of shaving cream.
My friend Genna is so enthusiastic about this shopping system that she gives talks about couponing/rebating at churches and women's groups. Her husband made her a spreadsheet with which she keeps track of her savings. Amazingly enough, in the 9 years they have been married she has saved $27,000 at the grocery store. I called her this afternoon to tell her my awesome score, she said I really need to get a freezer in the garage. If I can keep Tim well supplied with Breyers ice cream on sale he will get on board the savings train.
Toot toot!
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Saturday, November 03, 2007
our home library
Yesterday afternoon Will and I headed over to the local library to pick up some books the friendly and helpful librarian found for us on classical music. Unfortunately for Will he couldn't find any more old Hardy Boys books and he didn't want to read anything else so he left empty handed. Later when he complained that he had nothing to read, I said, "Will, you must be kidding. There are literally thousands of books in the schoolroom that you can pick from." Then I went through the shelves pulling out "boy" books he might enjoy, just like the helpful librarian. We went through the selections together, discussing the merits of everlasting life in Tuck Everlasting, the differences in the movie and book Charlotte's Web, and his dissatisfaction with the dryness in Swiss Family Robinson. I shared how Danny the Champion of the World and My Side of the Mountain were some of my favorites from childhood.
Later in the evening Tim whispered for me to come look at what Will was doing. He was hunched over a drawing pad copying a picture of a birdhouse out of the book Learn How to Draw and was even using an architectural scale to get it exactly right. He went on to draw a bowl using perspective and shadowing. I have to admit that it looked better than some of my art class projects in 7th grade (this from a member of the Nat. Art Honor Society).
While the 3 bookcases full of picture books have been read and reread to the point of falling apart, I am finally beginning to see some fruit from my 10 years of searching and scouring used bookshops for quality "big kid" children's books. While part of me never thought the children would really ever be old enough to read real books, I wanted them to have instant access to all the classics and my old favorites. Even if they don't enjoy every tome, I hope by the time they grow up they will have at least skimmed every book on the shelves.
Later in the evening Tim whispered for me to come look at what Will was doing. He was hunched over a drawing pad copying a picture of a birdhouse out of the book Learn How to Draw and was even using an architectural scale to get it exactly right. He went on to draw a bowl using perspective and shadowing. I have to admit that it looked better than some of my art class projects in 7th grade (this from a member of the Nat. Art Honor Society).
While the 3 bookcases full of picture books have been read and reread to the point of falling apart, I am finally beginning to see some fruit from my 10 years of searching and scouring used bookshops for quality "big kid" children's books. While part of me never thought the children would really ever be old enough to read real books, I wanted them to have instant access to all the classics and my old favorites. Even if they don't enjoy every tome, I hope by the time they grow up they will have at least skimmed every book on the shelves.
Friday, November 02, 2007
kids need sleep
I found this article in NY Magazine facinating in that after reading it it struck me how these studies promote the homeschooling lifestyle. When Tim tells me about the kids he sees waiting for the bus at 6:30am driving into work I feel sorry for the poor children, wrenched out of a cozy bed and the poor mothers who have to get them out the door. Perhaps my main reason for homeschooling is that I love my sleep, the little boys go to bed around 7 and the older kids at 8, leaving us all plenty of time to snooze.
According to surveys by the National Sleep Foundation, 90 percent of American parents think their child is getting enough sleep. The kids themselves say otherwise. In those same surveys, 60 percent of high schoolers report extreme daytime sleepiness.
It has been documented in a handful of major studies that children, from elementary school through high school, get about an hour less sleep each night than they did 30 years ago. While parents obsess over babies’ sleep, this concern falls off the priority list after preschool. Even kindergartners get 30 minutes less a night than they used to.
There are many causes for this lost hour of sleep. Overscheduling of activities, burdensome homework, lax bedtimes, televisions and cell phones in the bedroom all contribute. So does guilt; home from work after dark, parents want time with their children and are reluctant to play the hard-a** who orders them to bed.
The surprise is how much sleep affects academic performance and emotional stability, as well as phenomena that we assumed to be entirely unrelated, such as the international obesity epidemic and the rise of Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. A few scientists theorize that sleep problems during formative years can cause permanent changes in a child’s brain structure: damage that one can’t sleep off like a hangover. It’s even possible that many of the hallmark characteristics of being a tweener and teen—moodiness, depression, and even binge eating—are actually symptoms of chronic sleep deprivation.
Suratt notes: “Sleep disorders can impair children’s I.Q.’s as much as lead exposure.”
Convinced by the mountain of studies, a handful of school districts around the nation are starting school later in the morning. The best known of these is in Edina, Minnesota, an affluent suburb of Minneapolis, where the high school start time was changed from 7:25 a.m. to 8:30. The results were startling. In the year preceding the time change, math and verbal SAT scores for the top 10 percent of Edina’s students averaged 1288. A year later, the top 10 percent averaged 1500, an increase that couldn’t be attributed to any other variable. “Truly flabbergasting,” said Brian O’Reilly, the College Board’s executive director for SAT Program Relations, on hearing the results.
While the neurocognitive sleep discoveries are impressive, there’s equally groundbreaking research on how sleep affects metabolism.
Sleep loss increases the hormone ghrelin, which signals hunger, and decreases its metabolic opposite, leptin, which suppresses appetite. Sleep loss also elevates the stress hormone cortisol. Cortisol is lipogenic, meaning it stimulates your body to make fat. Human growth hormone is also disrupted. Normally secreted as a big pulse at the beginning of sleep, growth hormone is essential for the breakdown of fat. All the studies point in the same direction: On average, children who sleep less are fatter than children who sleep more. This isn’t just in the U.S.; scholars around the world are considering it, as they watch sleep data fall and obesity rates rise in their own countries.
According to surveys by the National Sleep Foundation, 90 percent of American parents think their child is getting enough sleep. The kids themselves say otherwise. In those same surveys, 60 percent of high schoolers report extreme daytime sleepiness.
It has been documented in a handful of major studies that children, from elementary school through high school, get about an hour less sleep each night than they did 30 years ago. While parents obsess over babies’ sleep, this concern falls off the priority list after preschool. Even kindergartners get 30 minutes less a night than they used to.
There are many causes for this lost hour of sleep. Overscheduling of activities, burdensome homework, lax bedtimes, televisions and cell phones in the bedroom all contribute. So does guilt; home from work after dark, parents want time with their children and are reluctant to play the hard-a** who orders them to bed.
The surprise is how much sleep affects academic performance and emotional stability, as well as phenomena that we assumed to be entirely unrelated, such as the international obesity epidemic and the rise of Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. A few scientists theorize that sleep problems during formative years can cause permanent changes in a child’s brain structure: damage that one can’t sleep off like a hangover. It’s even possible that many of the hallmark characteristics of being a tweener and teen—moodiness, depression, and even binge eating—are actually symptoms of chronic sleep deprivation.
Suratt notes: “Sleep disorders can impair children’s I.Q.’s as much as lead exposure.”
Convinced by the mountain of studies, a handful of school districts around the nation are starting school later in the morning. The best known of these is in Edina, Minnesota, an affluent suburb of Minneapolis, where the high school start time was changed from 7:25 a.m. to 8:30. The results were startling. In the year preceding the time change, math and verbal SAT scores for the top 10 percent of Edina’s students averaged 1288. A year later, the top 10 percent averaged 1500, an increase that couldn’t be attributed to any other variable. “Truly flabbergasting,” said Brian O’Reilly, the College Board’s executive director for SAT Program Relations, on hearing the results.
While the neurocognitive sleep discoveries are impressive, there’s equally groundbreaking research on how sleep affects metabolism.
Sleep loss increases the hormone ghrelin, which signals hunger, and decreases its metabolic opposite, leptin, which suppresses appetite. Sleep loss also elevates the stress hormone cortisol. Cortisol is lipogenic, meaning it stimulates your body to make fat. Human growth hormone is also disrupted. Normally secreted as a big pulse at the beginning of sleep, growth hormone is essential for the breakdown of fat. All the studies point in the same direction: On average, children who sleep less are fatter than children who sleep more. This isn’t just in the U.S.; scholars around the world are considering it, as they watch sleep data fall and obesity rates rise in their own countries.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
bits and pieces
Here is an excellent article in the American Thinker about why conservative women are NOT likely to vote in masse for Hillary, just 'cause she's a fellow chick.
The 96th Homeschool Carnival is up at Sprittabee, but since going to the site makes my ancient computer seize up every time I try to go there I will give you the Why Homeschool link if you want to risk it.
My time in the 4K Pumpkin Run this past week was 19:20, no pumpkin for 1st place, but it was a fun run with lots of kids and even one Olympic athlete. Having the babysitter come every afternoon has increased my running frequency, I logged over 80 miles in October!
After attending Mass today with Will at the local parish (everyone else was coughing and not feeling well) I am glad I don't send the kids to its school. All the students were in attendance and it sounded more like a pep rally than Mass. Maybe I'm an old fuddy-duddy, but I don't think children older than 2 should wear shorts to Mass and Catholic school teachers shouldn't wear revealing clothing like this to work, much less Holy Mass.
The 96th Homeschool Carnival is up at Sprittabee, but since going to the site makes my ancient computer seize up every time I try to go there I will give you the Why Homeschool link if you want to risk it.
My time in the 4K Pumpkin Run this past week was 19:20, no pumpkin for 1st place, but it was a fun run with lots of kids and even one Olympic athlete. Having the babysitter come every afternoon has increased my running frequency, I logged over 80 miles in October!
After attending Mass today with Will at the local parish (everyone else was coughing and not feeling well) I am glad I don't send the kids to its school. All the students were in attendance and it sounded more like a pep rally than Mass. Maybe I'm an old fuddy-duddy, but I don't think children older than 2 should wear shorts to Mass and Catholic school teachers shouldn't wear revealing clothing like this to work, much less Holy Mass.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Oh, when the Saints say "trick or treat"
I have finally finished up the world's supposedly easiest Halloween costumes, but making Will look like he has been shot full of arrows has proved to be a difficult task. I started with dowel rods with paper feathers glued on, but couldn't figure out a way to attach them to his tunic. Plan B,C, and D were all discarded after failing miserably (I didn't want to put holes in the fabric so I could use it again for someone else). Finally I sewed straws onto the tunic, filled the ends with glue and stuffed the dowel rods down the holes. I am waiting until they dry to see if they look realistic.
Our traveling evangelization team this evening: St. Stephen with an aluminum foil rock sewed on his shoulder, St. Agnes holding her lamb, St. Sebastian with the cursed arrows, an angel (for the 3rd year), and a little bumblebee (left over from our pre-Catholic days).
Hope your little ones don't bounce off the walls half the night from a sugar rush just in time for Mass tomorrow on All Saints Day.
Our traveling evangelization team this evening: St. Stephen with an aluminum foil rock sewed on his shoulder, St. Agnes holding her lamb, St. Sebastian with the cursed arrows, an angel (for the 3rd year), and a little bumblebee (left over from our pre-Catholic days).
Hope your little ones don't bounce off the walls half the night from a sugar rush just in time for Mass tomorrow on All Saints Day.
good news coming from the Vatican
Since the issuance of the Summorum Pontificum there have been many bishops who have tried to squash the Pope's mandate to free the Traditional Latin Mass. Some of their tactics include demanding priests to take Latin tests, insisting on hundreds of petitions from parishioners, and trying to squeeze modern practices such as altar girls and communion in the hand into the old Mass. Having the Pope say the TLM and a clarification of some of more vague language in the original document would go a long way to help spread the liturgy. So it comes as a great delight to hear the following rumors from the Vatican:
Rorate Caeli
(1) a document is being prepared by the Pontifical Commission "Ecclesia Dei" explaining some points of the motu proprio Summorum Pontificum, including what criteria may be used to identify a stably existing group (no specific minimum number) and clarifications regarding the differences between the calendars of both forms of the Roman Rite - the document may be published, accoding to Ingrao, "in the next few days"
(2) the possibility of a traditional Mass celebrated by the Pope in December (according to Ingrao, not in Saint Peter's, but maybe in Saint Paul Outside the Walls)
(3) the probability that the excommunications of the Bishops involved in the consecrations of June 30, 1988, in Ecône, Switzerland may soon be lifted.
Rorate Caeli
(1) a document is being prepared by the Pontifical Commission "Ecclesia Dei" explaining some points of the motu proprio Summorum Pontificum, including what criteria may be used to identify a stably existing group (no specific minimum number) and clarifications regarding the differences between the calendars of both forms of the Roman Rite - the document may be published, accoding to Ingrao, "in the next few days"
(2) the possibility of a traditional Mass celebrated by the Pope in December (according to Ingrao, not in Saint Peter's, but maybe in Saint Paul Outside the Walls)
(3) the probability that the excommunications of the Bishops involved in the consecrations of June 30, 1988, in Ecône, Switzerland may soon be lifted.
Monday, October 29, 2007
garage progress
This is the view from the second floor apartment on the farm. Underneath is a 3 bay garage presently housing the tractor and the truck. In July after we PCS to our next duty station, we will be moving in for the summer and early fall. There are certain issues that concern me like only having 1 bathroom for 6-7 people, but I have to contain my excitement about getting back to Maine. I certainly don't want to wish away 3/4 of a year away because there will be many fun times in between, but...
Sunday, October 28, 2007
change in Mass
This morning, instead of the usual 4.5 hour excursion to attend the Traditional Latin Mass, we instead went to Mass in town. With a myriad of afternoon scouting activities we decided it would be the only way we could fit everything into the day. I prepared myself as best I could, but I couldn't help gritting my teeth throughout the service.
While I am certainly not a Dressing With Dignity aficionado by refusing to wear anything other than skirts or dresses, I do think it appropriate to wear one to Mass. However, I counted less than 20 women wearing something other than pants in a crowd of 350+. I didn't realize how radical it is these days to look feminine, even to church.
The songs were the same dreary old 1970's stuff and the whole congregation blessed the children and the RCIA candidates with a Heil Hitler looking salute. The homily involved much audience participation, with the priest asking many times for people to raise their hands and mentioning several times that we needed to watch more TV. There also seemed to be two additional portions of the Mass: the lengthy offertory add-on where an army of little children fought to take up the money baskets, and the liturgy of the announcements, which took more time than communion itself (since they used an army of EEMs). After Communion the church was half empty with folks that mistook partaking of Our Lord Jesus's body with the drive through at McDonald's. Before Mass it was chat, chat, chat, and afterwards was the giant sprint for the door with little time for reflection or prayer. All in all it was pretty awful, but likely typical for today's suburban American Catholic Mass.
Next week we will resume our cross-country journey to attend Mass with prayerful silence, the recitation of the rosary, a solid homily, and a beautiful church with not a felt banner in sight. Unfortunately the parish seems to have its own share of problems, one of which is a dislike of any noise, especially from little children. Our next duty station will have multiple options for attending a Latin Mass, I am sure we will find one that is like St. Benedict's in Virginia. Sure, I appreciated our old parish, but it took today to make me realize how much I miss a community of like-minded Catholics who take their faith seriously as well as have smiles on their faces.
While I am certainly not a Dressing With Dignity aficionado by refusing to wear anything other than skirts or dresses, I do think it appropriate to wear one to Mass. However, I counted less than 20 women wearing something other than pants in a crowd of 350+. I didn't realize how radical it is these days to look feminine, even to church.
The songs were the same dreary old 1970's stuff and the whole congregation blessed the children and the RCIA candidates with a Heil Hitler looking salute. The homily involved much audience participation, with the priest asking many times for people to raise their hands and mentioning several times that we needed to watch more TV. There also seemed to be two additional portions of the Mass: the lengthy offertory add-on where an army of little children fought to take up the money baskets, and the liturgy of the announcements, which took more time than communion itself (since they used an army of EEMs). After Communion the church was half empty with folks that mistook partaking of Our Lord Jesus's body with the drive through at McDonald's. Before Mass it was chat, chat, chat, and afterwards was the giant sprint for the door with little time for reflection or prayer. All in all it was pretty awful, but likely typical for today's suburban American Catholic Mass.
Next week we will resume our cross-country journey to attend Mass with prayerful silence, the recitation of the rosary, a solid homily, and a beautiful church with not a felt banner in sight. Unfortunately the parish seems to have its own share of problems, one of which is a dislike of any noise, especially from little children. Our next duty station will have multiple options for attending a Latin Mass, I am sure we will find one that is like St. Benedict's in Virginia. Sure, I appreciated our old parish, but it took today to make me realize how much I miss a community of like-minded Catholics who take their faith seriously as well as have smiles on their faces.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
spelling lesson needed
Michelle's post over at rosetta stone involving her daughter passing notes reminded me of Will's recent spate of signs on his bedroom door. Note "No Fiting" and "No Litering." There were also "No Smoking" signs on every door in the house last week, but since no one in our house smokes and I doubt Will has ever seens anyone smoke, I am still trying to figure out its origin.
(sorry for the non-rotated photo, I tried for 40 minutes to fix it, but as I have said, I am not talented with such things)
(sorry for the non-rotated photo, I tried for 40 minutes to fix it, but as I have said, I am not talented with such things)Friday, October 26, 2007
playing tourist
The children and I have been so focused on school the last month that we have done outside our little sphere of home other than grocery shopping and going to the library. Last week several of the children's aunties came for a visit and we got our of our usual boring routine to play tourist.Here are the giant lily pads at the Sarah Duke Gardens. They reminded us of the maze in Puzzle Island. The koi silently gliding underneath were also a source of amazement. The children ran and hid among the banana tree grove, the bamboo forest, and walked precariously along the edge of a little bridge. Maggie has begged to go back on Monday for her birthday treat so this time we will take some bread for the many ducks.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
new year, new organizational method
For the past 4 years we have been enrolled in Seton, but have not really utilized the lesson plans. After my student teaching days of frantically trying to write lesson plans from scratch on the weekends perhaps I felt that being sent instructions for each day was cheating. I religiously rewrote all the assignments in planning books and checked off each assignment. This job alone took hours of precious time, but I felt it was important that I had a book in hand if some "authority" ever came to the door. This year however, Will's 4th grade assignments were more than "do pages 45-46" so I had to come up with a better system. Of course I realized this after I had spent upteen dollars buying rubber stamps for the planners.
I think the system I have come up with (actually many other Seton moms have recommended this, but I felt like I had to reinvent the wheel) is to have a small 1.5" binder for each child. The big kid's binders contains an attendance record and the lesson plans for the current quarter. The pocket in the front is for finished work and tests that need to be completed that week and the one in the back is for me to organize the quarter's packet to send in to Seton. Each day's work is highlighted in the lesson plans and then scratched out with a marker as we complete it. All the rest of the material: lesson plans for the rest of the year, progress sheets, tests... are all in huge binders on the shelf. Maggie is also affected by this sudden disregard for planning books, I haven't checked off an assignment or kept attendance. She is happily doing as many pages as I will let her and not being officially old enough for Kindergarten I am willing to let it take as long as necessary to get through the books. We certainly don't seem to be as overwhelmed by the volume of paper and work that needs to be accomplished by June and I haven't lost anything yet!
This method seems to keep everything accessible and is much more workable than rewriting all the lessons in the planner. It also seems to be less likely to result in a lost folder than the every subject in a separate folder method. It only took me 5 years to get to this point of not having to do everything they way they taught me in grad school. Maybe by the time the kids are teens I will progress all the way to unschooling, but I doubt it.
Moral of the story: learn from other's experience and strive to make mom's work easier. Both will lead to less hassle and more time to teach and play after the schoolwork is finished.
I think the system I have come up with (actually many other Seton moms have recommended this, but I felt like I had to reinvent the wheel) is to have a small 1.5" binder for each child. The big kid's binders contains an attendance record and the lesson plans for the current quarter. The pocket in the front is for finished work and tests that need to be completed that week and the one in the back is for me to organize the quarter's packet to send in to Seton. Each day's work is highlighted in the lesson plans and then scratched out with a marker as we complete it. All the rest of the material: lesson plans for the rest of the year, progress sheets, tests... are all in huge binders on the shelf. Maggie is also affected by this sudden disregard for planning books, I haven't checked off an assignment or kept attendance. She is happily doing as many pages as I will let her and not being officially old enough for Kindergarten I am willing to let it take as long as necessary to get through the books. We certainly don't seem to be as overwhelmed by the volume of paper and work that needs to be accomplished by June and I haven't lost anything yet!
This method seems to keep everything accessible and is much more workable than rewriting all the lessons in the planner. It also seems to be less likely to result in a lost folder than the every subject in a separate folder method. It only took me 5 years to get to this point of not having to do everything they way they taught me in grad school. Maybe by the time the kids are teens I will progress all the way to unschooling, but I doubt it.
Moral of the story: learn from other's experience and strive to make mom's work easier. Both will lead to less hassle and more time to teach and play after the schoolwork is finished.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
I would lose my head if it wasn't attached
Recently I have been losing things at an amazing rate. First it was my little calender that I recorded my running miles each day. Then I left my to-do list at Kroger last week. Today I was going to drive over to the course of a local race and check it out, but unfortunately my keys were nowhere to be found. The last time I had seen them was the afternoon before when we went to get the mail.
I then realized with horror that I had let baby Timmy play with them and watched him drop them in the front yard. Yesterday. But they certainly weren't there today and the babysitter clock was ticking away. (at $10 an hour I don't want to waste a minute) I badgered the children about what might have happened to them. I even bothered Tim at work and asked him if he had seen the keys. Nope. So, I bagged my plan and ran a loop around the neighborhood. Again. The loop is not long enough, well, it would be if I ran two loops but it is way too tempting to stop at the 2.6 mile mark to run past our driveway. On the way back in for some water and a shower I saw them. In the wagon.
Where I put them yesterday.
Whoops.
Today, in the Tridentine Rite, is the feast day of St. Anthony Mary Claret, the founder of the Claretians. I know that the patron saint of lost items is St. Anthony, very likely a different saint entirely, but thanks to them both for helping me find my keys. Now if that running log would just turn up...
update 10/27: running log turns up in Will's Webelos book. Yeah!
I then realized with horror that I had let baby Timmy play with them and watched him drop them in the front yard. Yesterday. But they certainly weren't there today and the babysitter clock was ticking away. (at $10 an hour I don't want to waste a minute) I badgered the children about what might have happened to them. I even bothered Tim at work and asked him if he had seen the keys. Nope. So, I bagged my plan and ran a loop around the neighborhood. Again. The loop is not long enough, well, it would be if I ran two loops but it is way too tempting to stop at the 2.6 mile mark to run past our driveway. On the way back in for some water and a shower I saw them. In the wagon.
Where I put them yesterday.
Whoops.
Today, in the Tridentine Rite, is the feast day of St. Anthony Mary Claret, the founder of the Claretians. I know that the patron saint of lost items is St. Anthony, very likely a different saint entirely, but thanks to them both for helping me find my keys. Now if that running log would just turn up...
update 10/27: running log turns up in Will's Webelos book. Yeah!
last night at supper...
During the usual discussion of how school went I have recently started mentioning what writing assignments the children completed each day.
Me: "Will wrote middle sentences about a priest who worked with the lepers."
Maggie (interrupting): "I remember when we had leprechauns in preschool once. They knocked down all the chairs and tables."
Me: "There is a slight difference between lepers and leprechauns, dear."
Will: "That didn't REALLY happen, there are no such thing... are there?"
Maggie (very indignantly): "I'm thinking about it right now. So it IS true!"
Tim and I looked at each other and tears started coming out our eyes we were trying not to break out laughing.
A 4 year old's logic seems to be similar to talking heads on the TV, "I'm thinking about it, so it MUST be true."
Me: "Will wrote middle sentences about a priest who worked with the lepers."
Maggie (interrupting): "I remember when we had leprechauns in preschool once. They knocked down all the chairs and tables."
Me: "There is a slight difference between lepers and leprechauns, dear."
Will: "That didn't REALLY happen, there are no such thing... are there?"
Maggie (very indignantly): "I'm thinking about it right now. So it IS true!"
Tim and I looked at each other and tears started coming out our eyes we were trying not to break out laughing.
A 4 year old's logic seems to be similar to talking heads on the TV, "I'm thinking about it, so it MUST be true."
Monday, October 22, 2007
comments again
Oh! I am sooooo sorry that I haven't been moderating very well. I assumed that the only comments I was getting were coming to my email box, so I published those. However, there were tons sitting in the moderate comments box in blogger. I'm not the most computer literate person around so please forgive me.
Isn't it true that we only learn from our mistakes?
Isn't it true that we only learn from our mistakes?
Sunday, October 21, 2007
storytime
I have wrestled over the past few months with trying to fulfill all the children's reading needs, but I was overwhelmed. Maggie and Charlie love to sit and listen to picturebooks, the more familiar the better, but Will and Mary are only interested in are chapter books, such as Little House, but for the most part they have determined that because they cover the pages so much faster when they read silently, listening to Mommy read is BO-RING.
The obvious solution would be to read to the little kids and let the older ones read Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys to their heart's desire, but it always seems to be Charlie's bedtime just as I finally make it to the sofa with a stack of books. Tim has come to the rescue by taking over putting Charlie to bed and giving him his own story time before he turns out the light and says, "Good night, sleep tight, see you in the morning." Apparently the preferred book this week has been The Little Puppy, in which the main attraction is a brown and white floppy eared Spaniel named Charlie owned by a freckled face boy, Tim. Charlie loves seeing his name in print so much that he has taken to sleeping with the book under his pillow.
Since I recall this book and the others in the series (Kitten, Bunny, Pig, Duck) when I was about 6 or so, Tim and the other children are likely now in their 40's and all the pets met their demise long ago. Still, they are appealing in that they show animals growing up and the mischief they get into, just the way our little ones grow and mature over time. Puppies become dogs and toddlers become adults, though it takes ever so much longer than 1 year. Still, I am beginning to see what older moms mean when they say, "They grow up so fast." Will and Mary don't want to hear about The Little Puppy anymore, they are closer to being adults than infants. Part of me wants to turn back the clock, while the other part longs for the day when the little ones won't be so physically demanding.
Enjoy these years of storytime, don't let them slip by without many nights cuddling on the sofa together reading a worn copy of a childhood favorite.
The obvious solution would be to read to the little kids and let the older ones read Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys to their heart's desire, but it always seems to be Charlie's bedtime just as I finally make it to the sofa with a stack of books. Tim has come to the rescue by taking over putting Charlie to bed and giving him his own story time before he turns out the light and says, "Good night, sleep tight, see you in the morning." Apparently the preferred book this week has been The Little Puppy, in which the main attraction is a brown and white floppy eared Spaniel named Charlie owned by a freckled face boy, Tim. Charlie loves seeing his name in print so much that he has taken to sleeping with the book under his pillow.
Since I recall this book and the others in the series (Kitten, Bunny, Pig, Duck) when I was about 6 or so, Tim and the other children are likely now in their 40's and all the pets met their demise long ago. Still, they are appealing in that they show animals growing up and the mischief they get into, just the way our little ones grow and mature over time. Puppies become dogs and toddlers become adults, though it takes ever so much longer than 1 year. Still, I am beginning to see what older moms mean when they say, "They grow up so fast." Will and Mary don't want to hear about The Little Puppy anymore, they are closer to being adults than infants. Part of me wants to turn back the clock, while the other part longs for the day when the little ones won't be so physically demanding.
Enjoy these years of storytime, don't let them slip by without many nights cuddling on the sofa together reading a worn copy of a childhood favorite.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Is this what they mean by sex-ed?
Parents want to protect their babies and toddlers. They buy baby gates and pore over safety catalogues to find the best latches for their kitchen cabinets. They strap their children into car seats religiously and keep a monitor on hand to hear if Junior wakes up from his nap a little early. Rich mommies interview nannies while the rest of us interview preschool teachers and pediatricians as if we are on the college admittance committee.
But when our precious little ones turn 5 or 6 and the yellow bus pulls to a stop in front of our house, why do we let down our guard? Besides the bullies and foul mouthed teens on the bus, and the cruel cliques of the popular girls, there are sick teachers who prey on the children put in their care. While I am glad that my children are not likely to be molested simply because they are not sent to school, I worry and am saddened about the thousands of American children who will be assaulted or seduced by their teachers.
Do you know where your children are and who they are with? Are you sure?
An Associated Press investigation found more than 2,500 cases over five years in which educators were punished for actions from bizarre to sadistic.
...a seven-month investigation found 2,570 educators whose teaching credentials were revoked, denied, surrendered or sanctioned from 2001 through 2005 following allegations of sexual misconduct.
"From my own experience - this could get me in trouble - I think every single school district in the nation has at least one perpetrator. At least one," says Mary Jo McGrath, a California lawyer who has spent 30 years investigating abuse and misconduct in schools. "It doesn't matter if it's urban or rural or suburban."
...the perpetrators that the AP found are everyday educators - teachers, school psychologists, principals and superintendents among them. They're often popular and recognized for excellence and, in nearly nine out of 10 cases, they're male.
But when our precious little ones turn 5 or 6 and the yellow bus pulls to a stop in front of our house, why do we let down our guard? Besides the bullies and foul mouthed teens on the bus, and the cruel cliques of the popular girls, there are sick teachers who prey on the children put in their care. While I am glad that my children are not likely to be molested simply because they are not sent to school, I worry and am saddened about the thousands of American children who will be assaulted or seduced by their teachers.
Do you know where your children are and who they are with? Are you sure?
An Associated Press investigation found more than 2,500 cases over five years in which educators were punished for actions from bizarre to sadistic.
...a seven-month investigation found 2,570 educators whose teaching credentials were revoked, denied, surrendered or sanctioned from 2001 through 2005 following allegations of sexual misconduct.
"From my own experience - this could get me in trouble - I think every single school district in the nation has at least one perpetrator. At least one," says Mary Jo McGrath, a California lawyer who has spent 30 years investigating abuse and misconduct in schools. "It doesn't matter if it's urban or rural or suburban."
...the perpetrators that the AP found are everyday educators - teachers, school psychologists, principals and superintendents among them. They're often popular and recognized for excellence and, in nearly nine out of 10 cases, they're male.
Friday, October 19, 2007
do toddlers try your patience?
Children have a natural tendency to aggression and need to learn to control it in the pre-school years, says a leading Canadian child psychologist. Toddlers do not learn aggression from other children, TV, video games or adults, claimed Prof Richard Tremblay in an address to the Royal Society in London. Instead, most are naturally belligerent and reach their peak of aggression between 18 months and 42 months. If parents fail to intervene at this stage, it could mean the difference between a child growing up normally or turning into a violent adult. (Daily Mail)
As a parent of 15 and 40 month old boys I am in the midst of trying to curb all the aggressive behavior in our house. Between the screaming and fussing to try and get their way and screaming and fussing because they can't use/find the right words, it seems like a mad house most days. Luckily it is only temporary because otherwise I would go mad.
As a parent of 15 and 40 month old boys I am in the midst of trying to curb all the aggressive behavior in our house. Between the screaming and fussing to try and get their way and screaming and fussing because they can't use/find the right words, it seems like a mad house most days. Luckily it is only temporary because otherwise I would go mad.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
good morning?
What kind of day is it going to be when a little voice stirs you out of a sound sleep, "Mommy, I'm poopy. Change me please?"
It didn't get any better after the same child hopped down the stairs and proclaimed, "Yuck! The cat threw up down here!"
On the other hand, we now have 1 dreaded book report out of the way and the other almost finished.
Here's hoping your day has more ups than downs.
It didn't get any better after the same child hopped down the stairs and proclaimed, "Yuck! The cat threw up down here!"
On the other hand, we now have 1 dreaded book report out of the way and the other almost finished.
Here's hoping your day has more ups than downs.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
modest expectations
I asked Maggie what she would like for her birthday coming up.
She said, "purple cake with brown frosting."
"Well, what about a present? A toy or something?" I pressed.
She put her finger up to her temple and said, "Think, think, think," while tapping. (a la Winnie the Pooh) "Coloring books! That's what I would like. Coloring books."
Can do little one. Mommy is on the hunt for your birthday gift.
She said, "purple cake with brown frosting."
"Well, what about a present? A toy or something?" I pressed.
She put her finger up to her temple and said, "Think, think, think," while tapping. (a la Winnie the Pooh) "Coloring books! That's what I would like. Coloring books."
Can do little one. Mommy is on the hunt for your birthday gift.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
school handing out birth control to 11 year olds?
First it was teaching students about sex instead of leaving it to parents. Then it was teaching them about pregnancy and birth control without permission, then distributing condoms and counseling about abortion to teens. Now it is dispensing pharmaceuticals to 11 year olds without parental permission. Schools want complete control over our children-I don't plan on giving it to them, do you?
Students who have parental permission to be treated at King Middle School's health center would be able to get birth control prescriptions under a proposal that the Portland School Committee will consider Wednesday.
The proposal would build on the King Student Health Center's practice of providing condoms as part of its reproductive health program since it opened in 2000, said Lisa Belanger, a nurse practitioner who oversees the city's student health centers.
If the committee approves the King proposal, it would be the first middle school in Maine to make a full range of contraception available to some students in grades 6 to 8, said Nancy Birkhimer, director of teen health programs for the Maine Department of Health and Human Services. Most middle schoolers are ages 11-13.
Students who have parental permission to be treated at King Middle School's health center would be able to get birth control prescriptions under a proposal that the Portland School Committee will consider Wednesday.
The proposal would build on the King Student Health Center's practice of providing condoms as part of its reproductive health program since it opened in 2000, said Lisa Belanger, a nurse practitioner who oversees the city's student health centers.
If the committee approves the King proposal, it would be the first middle school in Maine to make a full range of contraception available to some students in grades 6 to 8, said Nancy Birkhimer, director of teen health programs for the Maine Department of Health and Human Services. Most middle schoolers are ages 11-13.
little mother
Overhead while the little kids were eating their waffles,
Charlie: "I have to go potty. I'll be right back, don't eat my food".
Maggie: "Timmy! That is NOT yours!"
(tinkle, flush, water running)
Maggie: "Baby Timmy wanted some waffle, I gave him some of yours and mine."
Charlie: "That's MY waffle, you hear me."
Maggie: "Would you like me to get you some more waffle, Charlie? (sound of plastic crinkling) You can't eat them frozen, they are almost as hard as rocks". (long stretch of quiet) "Timmy, don't stick your hand there."
"Mommy, I need help!"
Charlie: "I have to go potty. I'll be right back, don't eat my food".
Maggie: "Timmy! That is NOT yours!"
(tinkle, flush, water running)
Maggie: "Baby Timmy wanted some waffle, I gave him some of yours and mine."
Charlie: "That's MY waffle, you hear me."
Maggie: "Would you like me to get you some more waffle, Charlie? (sound of plastic crinkling) You can't eat them frozen, they are almost as hard as rocks". (long stretch of quiet) "Timmy, don't stick your hand there."
"Mommy, I need help!"
Monday, October 15, 2007
Happy Birthday Tim!
To my dear husband on his birthday:
Thank you for your kindness, your devotion to our family and God, your strong work ethic, your daily Rosary, your gentle spirit, your generosity, your unselfishness, your willingness to pitch in, and most of all your love.
I am glad God helped us find each other and for me to recognize the best man in the world. Thank you for being my rock, my love, and my soul mate.
I love you and so do all your little children.
Thank you for your kindness, your devotion to our family and God, your strong work ethic, your daily Rosary, your gentle spirit, your generosity, your unselfishness, your willingness to pitch in, and most of all your love.
I am glad God helped us find each other and for me to recognize the best man in the world. Thank you for being my rock, my love, and my soul mate.
I love you and so do all your little children.
strong pro-life message
The bishops in the Philippines are to be commended by showing how the Catholic position against artificial contraception and abortion are good for women, families, and the economic future of countries. These good men's voices are a strong contrast to the wishy-washy teaching we have become used to in the past 40 years. May more bishops stay true to the teachings of the Magesterium and let their voices of reason be heard in these difficult times.
The Philippines Congress would be better spending money alleviating hunger and poverty and giving free education to extremely poor children than on contraceptives and abortifacient drugs, says the head of the country’s Catholic bishops’ conference.
The Archbishop’s statement also was careful to clarify that the objection to artificial contraceptives was not merely a matter of Catholic Church teaching, but of the moral law that applies to everyone. “They are wrong,” he said, “not because the Catholic Church forbids them; rather, the Church forbids them because they destroy the fruitfulness of human reproductive capacities given by the Creator and hence are morally wrong.”
With its birth rate and youthful workforce, the Philippines will likely avoid the economic problems that are starting to be felt in Canada, China and the countries of Western Europe. After decades of contraceptive use and abortion, most western countries of the world are facing a massive demographic implosion from below-replacement birth rates and aging populations.
“Praise the Lord!” Aniceto, who heads the bishops’ Episcopal Commission on Family and Life, said. “You do not eliminate poverty by weakening and killing the poor.” Life Site News
The Philippines Congress would be better spending money alleviating hunger and poverty and giving free education to extremely poor children than on contraceptives and abortifacient drugs, says the head of the country’s Catholic bishops’ conference.
The Archbishop’s statement also was careful to clarify that the objection to artificial contraceptives was not merely a matter of Catholic Church teaching, but of the moral law that applies to everyone. “They are wrong,” he said, “not because the Catholic Church forbids them; rather, the Church forbids them because they destroy the fruitfulness of human reproductive capacities given by the Creator and hence are morally wrong.”
With its birth rate and youthful workforce, the Philippines will likely avoid the economic problems that are starting to be felt in Canada, China and the countries of Western Europe. After decades of contraceptive use and abortion, most western countries of the world are facing a massive demographic implosion from below-replacement birth rates and aging populations.
“Praise the Lord!” Aniceto, who heads the bishops’ Episcopal Commission on Family and Life, said. “You do not eliminate poverty by weakening and killing the poor.” Life Site News
Sunday, October 14, 2007
new girl
Friday afternoon I took Mary over to the local Catholic school for her first Brownie troop meeting. There were about a dozen little girls milling around wearing matching green and navy plaid jumpers. The scene was even a little intimidating to me, so I completely understood when she clung to my skirt like a bashful 3 year old. She then began to cry, begging me not to leave her alone, but I firmly told her, "All these little girls want to be your friend, you just have to let them," and walked out.
Cruel right?
I waited in the car for 5 minutes and snuck back up to the window to see if she was sniveling in the corner, but found she was snuggled on the sofa between 2 little brownies obviously finished with her shy act. When we came back a few hours later to pick her up she was having such a good time playing red light, green light that I practically had to pick her up and shove her in the car to get her to leave. The leader said she had a lovely time and the pink flamingo on her cheek that her new friend Margaret painted had to be carefully preserved from the bath water that evening. Next week's meeting is a trip to the pumpkin patch and corn maze and I think she will be eager to join her new friends without looking like an "unsocialized homeschooler."
Cruel right?
I waited in the car for 5 minutes and snuck back up to the window to see if she was sniveling in the corner, but found she was snuggled on the sofa between 2 little brownies obviously finished with her shy act. When we came back a few hours later to pick her up she was having such a good time playing red light, green light that I practically had to pick her up and shove her in the car to get her to leave. The leader said she had a lovely time and the pink flamingo on her cheek that her new friend Margaret painted had to be carefully preserved from the bath water that evening. Next week's meeting is a trip to the pumpkin patch and corn maze and I think she will be eager to join her new friends without looking like an "unsocialized homeschooler."
Friday, October 12, 2007
stressed out kids
National tests for seven and 11-year-olds are putting children under stress and feeding into a "pervasive anxiety" about their lives and the world they are growing up in, according to an intimate portrait of primary school life published today.
Primary-aged children worry daily about global warming and terrorism as well as their friendships and passing the next exam, according to a report based on 700 in-depth interviews with children, their teachers and parents, which will feed into the biggest independent review of primary education in 40 years.
The findings echo a report from Unicef which this year placed Britain at the bottom of a league table charting the well-being of children across the developed world. Guardian
One of the things that reassures me about our decision to homeschool our children is that they don't worry about grown-up issues. They don't stress about bogey men, big mean bullies, the ice caps melting, high pressure tests, or missing the bus because they have to go potty. We are trying to keep our children innocent and concerned with important childhood issues such as designing the world's fastest paper airplane, the most fashionable way to wear a purple boa, trying to break the speed reading record for a Nancy Drew mystery, and how to stay up late reading in bed without getting caught.
Sex ed? Will finally got around to asking last year how babies get inside and come out. When I gave him the most simple explanation possible he seemed satisfied and hasn't brought it up again. Maggie still thinks that babies come out of the Mommy's belly button. "Ouch"! They don't need to worry about diseases, predators, or teen pregnancy, at least not before they are teens.
It is our job as parents to protect and shelter our children from the big bad world as long as it is necessary. They have decades to worry and fret about madmen and moral decay, but only a short time to daydream and play without a care. Let us fight to give them a childhood they can look back on with nostalgia.
Primary-aged children worry daily about global warming and terrorism as well as their friendships and passing the next exam, according to a report based on 700 in-depth interviews with children, their teachers and parents, which will feed into the biggest independent review of primary education in 40 years.
The findings echo a report from Unicef which this year placed Britain at the bottom of a league table charting the well-being of children across the developed world. Guardian
One of the things that reassures me about our decision to homeschool our children is that they don't worry about grown-up issues. They don't stress about bogey men, big mean bullies, the ice caps melting, high pressure tests, or missing the bus because they have to go potty. We are trying to keep our children innocent and concerned with important childhood issues such as designing the world's fastest paper airplane, the most fashionable way to wear a purple boa, trying to break the speed reading record for a Nancy Drew mystery, and how to stay up late reading in bed without getting caught.
Sex ed? Will finally got around to asking last year how babies get inside and come out. When I gave him the most simple explanation possible he seemed satisfied and hasn't brought it up again. Maggie still thinks that babies come out of the Mommy's belly button. "Ouch"! They don't need to worry about diseases, predators, or teen pregnancy, at least not before they are teens.
It is our job as parents to protect and shelter our children from the big bad world as long as it is necessary. They have decades to worry and fret about madmen and moral decay, but only a short time to daydream and play without a care. Let us fight to give them a childhood they can look back on with nostalgia.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
what would happen if you died?
Due to the recent death of my mother I have thought a lot about what would happen to our family if I were to pass away in the next 10 years. As a homeschooling mother I don't bring in any income that would have to be replaced, but I provide child care and educational supervision that by a rough estimate would cost over $55,000 a year to replace. And in the unlikely event Tim was deployed again it would cost even more for full time care. The $500,000 policy I purchased cost about $28 a month and covers the children as well.
I highly recommend all homeschooling mothers to ask about and consider life insurance for themselves. If nothing else, it provides peace of mind when thinking, "what if?"
I highly recommend all homeschooling mothers to ask about and consider life insurance for themselves. If nothing else, it provides peace of mind when thinking, "what if?"
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Carnival of Homeschooling
#93 is up at Apollos Academy. I'm looking forward to reading lots of intriguing titled posts.
the grocery buying blitz
Yesterday I printed out my grocery lists for 5 stores with coupons stapled to the top, piled all the children in the van and hit the road in a massive food shopping marathon. We first went to Harris Teeter where, after writing a check for $38, the cashier pulled the register recipt to do her automatic, "You saved...," her jaw literally dropped, "$31. You did good girl!" In the afternoon we hit CVS, Food Lion, and finally Kroger, where we again saved 40- 50% off the total bill.
We didn't get home from our second trip out until 6pm, a miscalculation on my part that led to an apology to Tim for the chaos of bags and boxes, crabby children, and no dinner simmering on the stove. Within 20 minutes though we sat down to grilled cheese and tomato soup and with my little calculator figured out our savings. We bought our weekly $250 worth of groceries for just $150. Not exactly worthy of those magazine headlines, "I bought 9 carts of food for $.45," but not bad either. The only thing I needed that was forgotten in the rush were those pre-made pie crusts that you just roll out.
Perhaps this week my chicken pot pie can be topped with homemade crust since I certainly don't feel like stepping foot in another grocery store for at least a week.
We didn't get home from our second trip out until 6pm, a miscalculation on my part that led to an apology to Tim for the chaos of bags and boxes, crabby children, and no dinner simmering on the stove. Within 20 minutes though we sat down to grilled cheese and tomato soup and with my little calculator figured out our savings. We bought our weekly $250 worth of groceries for just $150. Not exactly worthy of those magazine headlines, "I bought 9 carts of food for $.45," but not bad either. The only thing I needed that was forgotten in the rush were those pre-made pie crusts that you just roll out.
Perhaps this week my chicken pot pie can be topped with homemade crust since I certainly don't feel like stepping foot in another grocery store for at least a week.
Monday, October 08, 2007
the homeschool parent's balancing act
How much help do you give your 6 year old in learning to write her letters?
Easy: as much as necessary.
But, how much assistance does a 9 year old need to write book reports?
I have no idea, but I'm learning.
Homeschooling allows parents to assist their children and gradually wean them off dependence on mom, but the details of how much tend to swing between gut instinct and a willingness to dare to try. A child who couldn't write a simple paragraph a few months back can suddenly and surprisingly write a 3 page long letter to his auntie with beautiful and coherent paragraphs. One day it just clicks and you think, "that wasn't so bad."
These days I am waiting for that moment in teaching two reluctant children to write Seton's book reviews. Every week I grit my teeth and say, "I am NOT going to write this FOR you, I passed ___ grade already. Now, let's get started." I don't really know how much help I need to give. Do they need me to supply ideas because they are just learning or because they are lazy? Would they perhaps be better writers in a classroom with 25 other children and no individual help? I doubt it.
But, just as they gradually learned to feed themselves, get rid of the pacifier, use the potty, and began to read, I am sure that they will not go to college needing Mommy to sit beside them taking notes and typing out their paragraphs. They need to be independent by the time they get to college so they are not among the 30% of college freshmen who drop out.
We, as homeschooling parents, have a wonderful opportunity by teaching our children ourselves but we need to gradually shift the responsibility of their education to them. I am sure that sometime this year I will be able to give Will a sheet of paper and say, "Write a paragraph about xyz topic," and just listen to the sound of the pencil scratching away.
Gary Waller, vice president for academic affairs at Purchase College, said the students who seem to have the greatest difficulty adjusting to college are those who coasted through high school.
David Ward, retired chairman of the counseling department at Horace Greeley High School in Chappaqua, agreed, saying that children of highly involved parents tend to shrink from challenges. ''The real risk for students not finding their college experience satisfying is doing too much for them,'' Mr. Ward said. ''Part of the experience of college is the struggle as we know it. We grow most from experiences that are difficult. When we do a lot for our kids, we make it easy or easier in some way to somewhat disable them as opposed to making them have to deal -- to do it on their own.'' New York Times
Easy: as much as necessary.
But, how much assistance does a 9 year old need to write book reports?
I have no idea, but I'm learning.
Homeschooling allows parents to assist their children and gradually wean them off dependence on mom, but the details of how much tend to swing between gut instinct and a willingness to dare to try. A child who couldn't write a simple paragraph a few months back can suddenly and surprisingly write a 3 page long letter to his auntie with beautiful and coherent paragraphs. One day it just clicks and you think, "that wasn't so bad."
These days I am waiting for that moment in teaching two reluctant children to write Seton's book reviews. Every week I grit my teeth and say, "I am NOT going to write this FOR you, I passed ___ grade already. Now, let's get started." I don't really know how much help I need to give. Do they need me to supply ideas because they are just learning or because they are lazy? Would they perhaps be better writers in a classroom with 25 other children and no individual help? I doubt it.
But, just as they gradually learned to feed themselves, get rid of the pacifier, use the potty, and began to read, I am sure that they will not go to college needing Mommy to sit beside them taking notes and typing out their paragraphs. They need to be independent by the time they get to college so they are not among the 30% of college freshmen who drop out.
We, as homeschooling parents, have a wonderful opportunity by teaching our children ourselves but we need to gradually shift the responsibility of their education to them. I am sure that sometime this year I will be able to give Will a sheet of paper and say, "Write a paragraph about xyz topic," and just listen to the sound of the pencil scratching away.
Gary Waller, vice president for academic affairs at Purchase College, said the students who seem to have the greatest difficulty adjusting to college are those who coasted through high school.
David Ward, retired chairman of the counseling department at Horace Greeley High School in Chappaqua, agreed, saying that children of highly involved parents tend to shrink from challenges. ''The real risk for students not finding their college experience satisfying is doing too much for them,'' Mr. Ward said. ''Part of the experience of college is the struggle as we know it. We grow most from experiences that are difficult. When we do a lot for our kids, we make it easy or easier in some way to somewhat disable them as opposed to making them have to deal -- to do it on their own.'' New York Times
Sunday, October 07, 2007
race results
Running with over 1000 women, including many breast cancer survivors, was quite an emotional rollercoaster for me. Today Mother has been gone one month and it hit me hard, especially at the 2 mile mark for some reason. But, I ran for her and didn't stop, even when I thought I was going to collapse if I didn't walk.
Final time: 24:20, 5th place in my age group.
Next race is in 3 weeks, but only a 4K. MUCH easier!!
Final time: 24:20, 5th place in my age group.
Next race is in 3 weeks, but only a 4K. MUCH easier!!
Saturday, October 06, 2007
the grocery bill
While my friend Genna and I were chatting (gossipping) about our post-college lives she mentioned that in addition to several part-time jobs she is really into couponing and rebating to lower their household expenses. She showed me the pantry, fridges, and freezers chock full of food that she bought for almost free using double coupons with sale items. There were boxes and cans under the bed, stacked in the closets, all on less than $300 a month.
When I confessed that I spent over $900 in groceries last month she promised to help me pare down my budget by sending me updates on coupons. I am going to really try to work on this aspect of our money management, and to help I have decided to sign up for 4 weeks of the grocery game. I'll let you know how it goes in my transition from commissary to civilian shopping mama.
When I confessed that I spent over $900 in groceries last month she promised to help me pare down my budget by sending me updates on coupons. I am going to really try to work on this aspect of our money management, and to help I have decided to sign up for 4 weeks of the grocery game. I'll let you know how it goes in my transition from commissary to civilian shopping mama.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Women's only 5K race
Tomorrow is my first 5K in quite a while. It has been so hot that I have had to stop at about the 2 mile mark every day and walk for a bit before forcing myself to start again. Luckily the temps are much cooler in Greensboro than they are here.
Mary and I are making it into a girl's overnight, staying with one of my sorority sisters while Tim stays at home with the rest of the tribe. Genna and I have been writing back and forth for years now, humorously attempting to one-up each other in the horrible things our children have done. Some days we both feel that we are going to pull our hair out from frustration with babies and toddlers. I am looking forward to the gossipfest and hope that I won't have to make a fool out of myself and walk during the race.
Have a great weekend!
Mary and I are making it into a girl's overnight, staying with one of my sorority sisters while Tim stays at home with the rest of the tribe. Genna and I have been writing back and forth for years now, humorously attempting to one-up each other in the horrible things our children have done. Some days we both feel that we are going to pull our hair out from frustration with babies and toddlers. I am looking forward to the gossipfest and hope that I won't have to make a fool out of myself and walk during the race.
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, October 04, 2007
blog quiz
Here's a quiz especially for Catholic bloggers.
1. Do you attend the Traditional Latin Mass or the Novus Ordo?
Tim and I converted to the Catholic Church in 1999. By 2002 we were frustrated and disgusted by the liturgical abuses and priests who's homilies did not align with the Magisterium. We started attending St. Benedict's Chapel in Virginia and could not be more pleased with both the majesty and sound Catholic teaching at Mass. The Priestly Fraternity of Saint Peter (FSSP) ordains wonderful priests, we are blessed to have gotten to meet so many of them.
2. If you attend the TLM, how far do you drive to get there?
Currently it takes us a little over an hour to drive to Mass.
3. If you had to apply a Catholic label to yourself, what would it be?
Grateful convert
4. Are you a comment junkie?
Not really, but I do like getting other people's input.
5. Do you go back to read the comments on the blogs you’ve commented on?
Usually, though I do remember once on Open Book writing a response to what seemed like a crazy person going off on the TLM. I went back to find that he had been doing a sarcastic bit that I took seriously. The next few posters laughed at my naivete. I never commented on that blog again and still cringe at the memory.
6. Have you ever left an anonymous comment on another blog?
No.
7. Which blogroll would you most like to be on?
Curt Jester and Danielle Bean
8. Which blog is the first one you check?
Danielle Bean , Rosetta Stone, or Mama Says.
9. Have you met any other bloggers in person?
My husband Tim of course, and Tracy who has since stopped blogging.
10. What are you reading?
I just finished The Dallas Women's Guide To Gold-Digging With Pride. It was certainly not the most erudite tome, but hysterically funny.
Bonus Question! Has your site been banned by Spirit of Vatican II?
No.
I pass this quiz on to: Mama Says... and Slightly Crunchy Catholic, as well as anyone else who wants to partake.
1. Do you attend the Traditional Latin Mass or the Novus Ordo?
Tim and I converted to the Catholic Church in 1999. By 2002 we were frustrated and disgusted by the liturgical abuses and priests who's homilies did not align with the Magisterium. We started attending St. Benedict's Chapel in Virginia and could not be more pleased with both the majesty and sound Catholic teaching at Mass. The Priestly Fraternity of Saint Peter (FSSP) ordains wonderful priests, we are blessed to have gotten to meet so many of them.
2. If you attend the TLM, how far do you drive to get there?
Currently it takes us a little over an hour to drive to Mass.
3. If you had to apply a Catholic label to yourself, what would it be?
Grateful convert
4. Are you a comment junkie?
Not really, but I do like getting other people's input.
5. Do you go back to read the comments on the blogs you’ve commented on?
Usually, though I do remember once on Open Book writing a response to what seemed like a crazy person going off on the TLM. I went back to find that he had been doing a sarcastic bit that I took seriously. The next few posters laughed at my naivete. I never commented on that blog again and still cringe at the memory.
6. Have you ever left an anonymous comment on another blog?
No.
7. Which blogroll would you most like to be on?
Curt Jester and Danielle Bean
8. Which blog is the first one you check?
Danielle Bean , Rosetta Stone, or Mama Says.
9. Have you met any other bloggers in person?
My husband Tim of course, and Tracy who has since stopped blogging.
10. What are you reading?
I just finished The Dallas Women's Guide To Gold-Digging With Pride. It was certainly not the most erudite tome, but hysterically funny.
Bonus Question! Has your site been banned by Spirit of Vatican II?
No.
I pass this quiz on to: Mama Says... and Slightly Crunchy Catholic, as well as anyone else who wants to partake.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
breast cancer and abortion link
The Journal of American Physicians and Surgeons published a study yesterday entitled, "The Breast Cancer Epidemic." It showed that, among seven risk factors, abortion is the "best predictor of breast cancer," and fertility is also a useful predictor.
The study by Patrick Carroll of PAPRI in London showed that countries with higher abortion rates, such as England & Wales, could expect a substantial increase in breast cancer incidence.
In four countries - England & Wales, Scotland, Finland and Denmark - a social gradient has been discovered (unlike that for other cancers) whereby upper class and upwardly mobile women have more breast cancer than lower class women. Carroll suggests that the known preference for abortion in this class might explain the phenomenon. Women pursuing higher educations and professional careers often delay marriage and childbearing. Abortions before the birth of a first child are highly carcinogenic.
The study by Patrick Carroll of PAPRI in London showed that countries with higher abortion rates, such as England & Wales, could expect a substantial increase in breast cancer incidence.
In four countries - England & Wales, Scotland, Finland and Denmark - a social gradient has been discovered (unlike that for other cancers) whereby upper class and upwardly mobile women have more breast cancer than lower class women. Carroll suggests that the known preference for abortion in this class might explain the phenomenon. Women pursuing higher educations and professional careers often delay marriage and childbearing. Abortions before the birth of a first child are highly carcinogenic.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Let's all sing the clean up song, shall we?
Yesterday I had a real "Mommy meltdown" between feeling like a slave to 5 messy tyrants, Tim working 12 hour days, and an extremely painful mystery ailment I have had for the past 3 weeks. I ordered all the children to sit at the kitchen table and gave them an ultimatum: they could live in squalor, starve, and be uneducated while I stayed in bed with the covers over my head OR they could pitch in and help. Will, Mary, and Maggie gulped and said they would help, Timmy gurgled and smiled, and Charlie whispered, "Yes sir."
We made up a chart with times for each child to do a chore as well as making the rule that no child can put one foot on the steps unless they have brushed teeth and hair, gotten dressed, and made their bed. Prayers are at 8:20 and school begins at 8:30 promptly. Chores at 10, after lunch, and at 4pm. It is not overwhelming, but since I was doing it ALL while the older children curled up on the sofa all afternoon reading the change will be a big help.
I also made a weekly meal chart so I can easily figure out what we will have for each meal and to make grocery shopping easier. Our food trips have gone from once a week to 3 times a week and partly for this reason our food costs have doubled. The other reason is we have no local commissary.
Hopefully between our new charts and another trip to the doctor today I will get back on an even keel.
We made up a chart with times for each child to do a chore as well as making the rule that no child can put one foot on the steps unless they have brushed teeth and hair, gotten dressed, and made their bed. Prayers are at 8:20 and school begins at 8:30 promptly. Chores at 10, after lunch, and at 4pm. It is not overwhelming, but since I was doing it ALL while the older children curled up on the sofa all afternoon reading the change will be a big help.
I also made a weekly meal chart so I can easily figure out what we will have for each meal and to make grocery shopping easier. Our food trips have gone from once a week to 3 times a week and partly for this reason our food costs have doubled. The other reason is we have no local commissary.
Hopefully between our new charts and another trip to the doctor today I will get back on an even keel.
Monday, October 01, 2007
realistic homeschooling
Here is an article about some of the reasons, joys, and trials parents have in homeschooling. Unlike another blogger, I find it good to explain some of the difficulties we face in educating our children ourselves. It is a lot of work, it is overwhelming at times, and there is no free time in the day to be alone.
When parents who are contemplating homeschooling only hear the rosy glowing stories of how much fun it is all the time and how the children are so motivated to learn quantum physics in 3rd grade it sets them up to fail when they sit down on the first day of school and the children say, "I don't wanna do that!"
It is much better for parents to compare the educational options with all the facts. Having children is a lot of work no matter what you pick: homeschooling, private school, or public school. For some of us the extra work load is worth the improved educational opportunities, the opportunity to finely develop a moral code, the proper socialization, and the fun of being together.
Yes, homeschooling is fun too. But some days you just have to work at finding it.
When parents who are contemplating homeschooling only hear the rosy glowing stories of how much fun it is all the time and how the children are so motivated to learn quantum physics in 3rd grade it sets them up to fail when they sit down on the first day of school and the children say, "I don't wanna do that!"
It is much better for parents to compare the educational options with all the facts. Having children is a lot of work no matter what you pick: homeschooling, private school, or public school. For some of us the extra work load is worth the improved educational opportunities, the opportunity to finely develop a moral code, the proper socialization, and the fun of being together.
Yes, homeschooling is fun too. But some days you just have to work at finding it.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
toy recalls
Mattel was forced to deliver a humiliating public apology to ‘the Chinese people’ on Friday over the damaging succession of product recalls of China-made toys that the US toymaker has announced in recent months.
Perhaps Mattel should deliver a public apology to the American people for outsourcing manufacturing of children's toys that harm, rather than entertain them just to make more money. I feel sad whenever Will looks at the bottom of a toy and says, "Made in China. How come no toys are made here?"
If Mattel didn't sell Matchbox cars I wouldn't ever buy another one of their products.
Perhaps Mattel should deliver a public apology to the American people for outsourcing manufacturing of children's toys that harm, rather than entertain them just to make more money. I feel sad whenever Will looks at the bottom of a toy and says, "Made in China. How come no toys are made here?"
If Mattel didn't sell Matchbox cars I wouldn't ever buy another one of their products.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
I miss Maine
Here is the latest photo of our garage/apartment on the farm. See the tractor and truck in their homes for the winter? The leaves are changing, the air is crisp and cool and the wild turkeys are out in full force. What a contrast to sweltering North Carolina where it is still close to 90 F most days!Friday, September 28, 2007
the long haul of homeschooling
Here is an excellent blog post entitled, "Freshening the Homeschool Plan". It is for homeschooling moms of older children.
A plan and purpose to child rearing combined with the thrill of quality books and a deepening interest in history and science creates a momentum in the home that few outside the homeschooling movement really grasp. That momentum sustains many families for years, often right through junior high for the oldest child.
Lots of great ideas, including getting back out of the house, keeping up Mom's hobbies, and finding big-kid projects for parents and teens to do together.
A plan and purpose to child rearing combined with the thrill of quality books and a deepening interest in history and science creates a momentum in the home that few outside the homeschooling movement really grasp. That momentum sustains many families for years, often right through junior high for the oldest child.
Lots of great ideas, including getting back out of the house, keeping up Mom's hobbies, and finding big-kid projects for parents and teens to do together.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
can we say "waste of time"?
Okay, let's say you are new to an area and join a Internet group of mommies who live in the surrounding towns. There is a get-together put on by the homeschooling moderator so you sign up, take a shower, make pumpkin bread, get juice cups organized, print out directions and spend 30 minutes in the car to knock on the door. You expect to meet other homeschooling mothers and possibly find some friends for your children.
Wrong.
What you find is someone who does "school" with her preschooler and sends her oldest to public school and a mom who is considering homeschooling because she is unsatisfied with her 5 year old's preschool. I spent most of the visit keeping Timmy from eating the decorations and the other part picking up the flood of toys that seemed to wash through the house.
I know there are all kinds of homeschoolers: unschoolers, school-at-home moms, classical types, traditionalists, and likely another half dozen variants. But they school their children at HOME, not send them to public school and claim to be a homeschooling expert. I'll just say that I won't find my bosom buddy through this venue.
Luckily I have spent part of the past week finding more helpful social and supplemental activities for the kids.
Brownies - check
Cub Scouts - check
Piano lessons - check
I also have found yet another little boy Will's age in the neighborhood who homeschools. The best news is that his older sister babysits, hopefully available every afternoon so I can go running without waiting for Tim to get home at 6 before heading out the door.
Here's hoping for better luck next time.
Wrong.
What you find is someone who does "school" with her preschooler and sends her oldest to public school and a mom who is considering homeschooling because she is unsatisfied with her 5 year old's preschool. I spent most of the visit keeping Timmy from eating the decorations and the other part picking up the flood of toys that seemed to wash through the house.
I know there are all kinds of homeschoolers: unschoolers, school-at-home moms, classical types, traditionalists, and likely another half dozen variants. But they school their children at HOME, not send them to public school and claim to be a homeschooling expert. I'll just say that I won't find my bosom buddy through this venue.
Luckily I have spent part of the past week finding more helpful social and supplemental activities for the kids.
Brownies - check
Cub Scouts - check
Piano lessons - check
I also have found yet another little boy Will's age in the neighborhood who homeschools. The best news is that his older sister babysits, hopefully available every afternoon so I can go running without waiting for Tim to get home at 6 before heading out the door.
Here's hoping for better luck next time.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
breakfast time
This morning I heard a great deal of whispering downstairs and then Will called up, "Don't come down yet!" I took my time getting dressed and doing my face (yea right) but Maggie came up to whisper that the older kids were making me a surprise breakfast of toast.
It was a lovely gesture to be greeted with my cup of hot cocoa all made, even if it was presented by Will's protests, "I wasn't ready yet!"
It was a lovely gesture to be greeted with my cup of hot cocoa all made, even if it was presented by Will's protests, "I wasn't ready yet!"
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
boys and their cars
Today I took the little kids on a quick run to Kroger, leaving the older ones to clean up the playroom. When we pulled into our parking space, Charlie pointed, saying, "Look Mommy a bus!" I looked around, trying to see if he had spotted a city bus, but saw nothing even close. He called out again, "Mommy, a bus like Daddy's!" When I had gotten all of them unstrapped and around the van I saw it, a very beat-up 1970's Volkswagen. Charlie was just right, Tim has a model of a VW with the same paint job on a shelf in his study to remind him of the one he owned in college.
I have a feeling that Tim will be proud of his little boy, for it looks like he will turn into a gear head just like Daddy.
I have a feeling that Tim will be proud of his little boy, for it looks like he will turn into a gear head just like Daddy.
Carnival of Homeschooling
The 91st carnival is up here with a fairground theme. My favorite food at the fair? Steak bombs, with heaps of shaved meat, onion, and pepper on a huge roll. What's yours?
our own Shirley Temple
Maggie likes to sing in the car, much to the chagrin of her older brother and sister who want perfect silence for their reading pleasure. However, I love to hear her trill whatever comes to her head. She doesn't sing songs performed by professionals, but her own lyrics, which make me giggle regularly.
"Oh, we are going over the tracks, over the tracks, over the tracks, the railroad tracks."
"Going home, going home. Home for dinner, chicken nuggets and peas."
Once last year when we were picking Maggie up from preschool her teacher made the cryptic comment, "It is obvious that she comes from a large family," but delivered it with a grin that made me assume this was a plus. As the third child she has to adapt and get along with those who are bigger and bossier, as well as the little boys who get more attention because they are babies. But I don't worry about her being left out or forgotten, because she demands our attention with her megawatt grin and lyrical patter.
"Oh, we are going over the tracks, over the tracks, over the tracks, the railroad tracks."
"Going home, going home. Home for dinner, chicken nuggets and peas."
Once last year when we were picking Maggie up from preschool her teacher made the cryptic comment, "It is obvious that she comes from a large family," but delivered it with a grin that made me assume this was a plus. As the third child she has to adapt and get along with those who are bigger and bossier, as well as the little boys who get more attention because they are babies. But I don't worry about her being left out or forgotten, because she demands our attention with her megawatt grin and lyrical patter.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
where's Timmy?
Yesterday we spent the afternoon visiting several farms during North Carolina's Farm Tour Day. While the children wandered about looking at all the farm animals like sheep, cows, and goats Tim and I took turns asking questions about fencing and shearing. We had a great time, but after a few hours in the 90 degree heat we put all the hot and tired children in the van with a bag of juice each for the ride home.
After unloading the cooler and gear, I headed back out to the local cheap Chinese joint to pick up our order of General Tso's chicken and Pepper Steak while Tim put the two icky little boys into the tub. When I got back I set the food out on the table and called everyone to supper. We said grace, but then noticed that the baby was not in his high chair. "Where is Timmy?" All of us got up immediately and started calling his name. Mary finally found him in the front yard, being watched by a man taking his toddler for a walk down the street. I snatched him up and carried him back in. Later Tim was out chatting with the neighbors and discovered that the baby had actually been in the road, which scared the daylights out of me. Nothing like this has ever happened to any of the children, because I naturally keep close tabs on where every child is, especially the under 5 year old set.
Now I can't sleep because when I close my eyes I imagine what could have happened and what might still happen. My fears of drowning, snatching, rare childhood diseases, and car accidents wake me up regularly, but I usually reassure myself that those fears are unjustified. But the combination of the facts that the two storm doors in this house don't latch by themselves and that Timmy now likes to push on said doors for fun leads me to imagine a very bad outcome. Monday morning I will head to the hardware store for some hook and eye closures, but I tremble at the thought of one of our neighbors thinking us poor parents from this episode and calling social services on us. Maybe I am a bit paranoid, but after reading so many articles from HSLDA and magazines about children being taken away from their parents, I worry.
Tim and I consider ourselves very good parents. We keep them all clean and fed, educated and entertained. We kiss them often and tell them daily how much we love them as well as make sure they are not spoiled or materialistic. We urge them to be artistic, independent, and well read. My heart just stops at the thought of something terrible happening to any one of these precious souls entrusted to our care. I feel very vulnerable right now. I worry for their safety from physical dangers as well as the government agencies that supposedly protect them.
After unloading the cooler and gear, I headed back out to the local cheap Chinese joint to pick up our order of General Tso's chicken and Pepper Steak while Tim put the two icky little boys into the tub. When I got back I set the food out on the table and called everyone to supper. We said grace, but then noticed that the baby was not in his high chair. "Where is Timmy?" All of us got up immediately and started calling his name. Mary finally found him in the front yard, being watched by a man taking his toddler for a walk down the street. I snatched him up and carried him back in. Later Tim was out chatting with the neighbors and discovered that the baby had actually been in the road, which scared the daylights out of me. Nothing like this has ever happened to any of the children, because I naturally keep close tabs on where every child is, especially the under 5 year old set.
Now I can't sleep because when I close my eyes I imagine what could have happened and what might still happen. My fears of drowning, snatching, rare childhood diseases, and car accidents wake me up regularly, but I usually reassure myself that those fears are unjustified. But the combination of the facts that the two storm doors in this house don't latch by themselves and that Timmy now likes to push on said doors for fun leads me to imagine a very bad outcome. Monday morning I will head to the hardware store for some hook and eye closures, but I tremble at the thought of one of our neighbors thinking us poor parents from this episode and calling social services on us. Maybe I am a bit paranoid, but after reading so many articles from HSLDA and magazines about children being taken away from their parents, I worry.
Tim and I consider ourselves very good parents. We keep them all clean and fed, educated and entertained. We kiss them often and tell them daily how much we love them as well as make sure they are not spoiled or materialistic. We urge them to be artistic, independent, and well read. My heart just stops at the thought of something terrible happening to any one of these precious souls entrusted to our care. I feel very vulnerable right now. I worry for their safety from physical dangers as well as the government agencies that supposedly protect them.
Friday, September 21, 2007
HPV Vaccine update
...the United States launched the mass HPV vaccination of girls beginning in June last year. In just little over a year, the HPV vaccine have been associated with at least five deaths, not to mention thousands of reports of adverse effects, hundreds deemed serious, and many that required hospitalization.
Three deaths were related to the vaccine, including one of a 12-year-old. One physician's assistant reported that a female patient "died of a blood clot three hours after getting the Gardasil vaccine." Two other reports, on girls 12 and 19, reported deaths relating to heart problems and/or blood clotting.
As of May 11, 2007, the 1,637 adverse vaccination reactions reported to the FDA via the Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (VAERS) included 371 serious reactions. Of the 42 women who received the vaccine while pregnant, 18 experienced side effects ranging from spontaneous abortion to fetal abnormities.
One of the major complaints by physicians is that the HPV vaccination program has been implemented before adequate testing has been completed. Long-term effects of the vaccine remain unknown. Many are asking why the huge, seemingly reckless rush?At least one answer to that question comes from the fact that Merck currently is the sole provider of an HPV vaccine with its Gardasil product. A competing HPV vaccine, Glaxo Smith Kline's Cervarix, is set to hit the market in January 2008.US sales of Gardasil are expected to reach $1 billion in the first year of its availability. Life Site News
I can't begin to write about how this vaccine is such a bad idea, but I will let you read what my dear husband wrote about it several months ago over at Catholic Medical Weekly.
Three deaths were related to the vaccine, including one of a 12-year-old. One physician's assistant reported that a female patient "died of a blood clot three hours after getting the Gardasil vaccine." Two other reports, on girls 12 and 19, reported deaths relating to heart problems and/or blood clotting.
As of May 11, 2007, the 1,637 adverse vaccination reactions reported to the FDA via the Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (VAERS) included 371 serious reactions. Of the 42 women who received the vaccine while pregnant, 18 experienced side effects ranging from spontaneous abortion to fetal abnormities.
One of the major complaints by physicians is that the HPV vaccination program has been implemented before adequate testing has been completed. Long-term effects of the vaccine remain unknown. Many are asking why the huge, seemingly reckless rush?At least one answer to that question comes from the fact that Merck currently is the sole provider of an HPV vaccine with its Gardasil product. A competing HPV vaccine, Glaxo Smith Kline's Cervarix, is set to hit the market in January 2008.US sales of Gardasil are expected to reach $1 billion in the first year of its availability. Life Site News
I can't begin to write about how this vaccine is such a bad idea, but I will let you read what my dear husband wrote about it several months ago over at Catholic Medical Weekly.
life is never dull around here...
Baby Timmy learned a new trick yesterday. He can flip the light switch located directly behind his high chair so eating our chicken dinner was similar to trying to eat in a dance club. On. Off. On. Off. Then Charlie found the other switch on the opposite wall. On. Off. On. Off. Faster and faster the lights flashed. Until...
Mommy said, "Basta!" (Italian translation: enough already, stop!)
And all was still.
Yeah, right.
Mommy said, "Basta!" (Italian translation: enough already, stop!)
And all was still.
Yeah, right.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
dear doctor
Yesterday I filled out a new patient form at the Family Practice clinic which contained all sorts of odd questions, some of which I would like to share. Nothing too personal, mind you...
Are you happy with your weight?
No. After 2 weeks of stuffing my face with Doritos and Krispy Kreme doughnuts to fill my emotional ache and not being able to run off the calories for a month, I have gained 6 pounds. While some of the larger sizes allow for more pounds between sizes, there is only about a 5 pound difference between size 6 and 8. I am now pushing into the size 10 range. I am definitely not happy with that.
What was your weight when you were 21?
105. What on earth does how much I weighed 15 years ago, and will never come close to again, have to do with my health now??
Are you under stress?
Let's see. My mother, my best friend just passed away, I have 5 small children, I homeschool, and I can't even find the grocery store without help from MapQuest. All of these induce high stress, especially since the job offers no pay and no time off.
When was the last time you were happy?
Today. With all these children there is always some reason to smile, a reason to laugh every hour, a reason everyday to hoot and giggle and snort like a pig.
Are you happy with your weight?
No. After 2 weeks of stuffing my face with Doritos and Krispy Kreme doughnuts to fill my emotional ache and not being able to run off the calories for a month, I have gained 6 pounds. While some of the larger sizes allow for more pounds between sizes, there is only about a 5 pound difference between size 6 and 8. I am now pushing into the size 10 range. I am definitely not happy with that.
What was your weight when you were 21?
105. What on earth does how much I weighed 15 years ago, and will never come close to again, have to do with my health now??
Are you under stress?
Let's see. My mother, my best friend just passed away, I have 5 small children, I homeschool, and I can't even find the grocery store without help from MapQuest. All of these induce high stress, especially since the job offers no pay and no time off.
When was the last time you were happy?
Today. With all these children there is always some reason to smile, a reason to laugh every hour, a reason everyday to hoot and giggle and snort like a pig.
Carnival of Homeschooling
Is up at About Homeschooling with an autism theme. My favorite post is about incorporating more art into the children's studies.
your tax dollars and mine
As owners of two pieces of property in the great state of Maine we pay a staggering amount in taxes. The breakdown of where the money is distributed show that about 75% of our yearly bill in each town goes directly for public education.
This editorial in a Illinois paper proposes that residents who have no children in the school system receive a reduction because they don't use the services provided. Since vouchers and tax credits for homeschooling are likely never going to become law, the idea of putting the cost of a "free public education" on the plates of those who use it seems pretty fair. Perhaps if more homeowners were given the financial incentive to opt out, more families would switch to private school or homeschool, forcing a radical change in the educational system in America.
What do you think??
Why should a household without kids in school pay the same as the next door neighbor with several kids in school? Surely the "no kids" household should pay something, but not the same amount.
Or why should the 80-year-old widow whose home has appreciated to, let's say $400,000, pay more to the schools than the $150,000 home owner with several kids using the public school system in the same district?
Here's a proposal: Tie the school tax amount directly to the parcel number at a specified dollar amount, not the value of the property. Now, multiply that dollar amount by the number of children residing at that parcel number.
Have more kids; pay more for the use of the public school system. Everyone has a "multiplier" of at least 1. No kids in school, multiply by one. One kid in school, multiply by one. Two kids in school, multiply by two, etc. As the number of kids from a particular parcel number decreases, so does the multiplier, down to 1.
After 12 years without a kid in a public school, the multiplier drops to 0.5, 0.25, or perhaps zero. If zero, that property owner would no longer be able to vote on future school referendums.
This would apply to those who home school or send their kids to a private school.
This editorial in a Illinois paper proposes that residents who have no children in the school system receive a reduction because they don't use the services provided. Since vouchers and tax credits for homeschooling are likely never going to become law, the idea of putting the cost of a "free public education" on the plates of those who use it seems pretty fair. Perhaps if more homeowners were given the financial incentive to opt out, more families would switch to private school or homeschool, forcing a radical change in the educational system in America.
What do you think??
Why should a household without kids in school pay the same as the next door neighbor with several kids in school? Surely the "no kids" household should pay something, but not the same amount.
Or why should the 80-year-old widow whose home has appreciated to, let's say $400,000, pay more to the schools than the $150,000 home owner with several kids using the public school system in the same district?
Here's a proposal: Tie the school tax amount directly to the parcel number at a specified dollar amount, not the value of the property. Now, multiply that dollar amount by the number of children residing at that parcel number.
Have more kids; pay more for the use of the public school system. Everyone has a "multiplier" of at least 1. No kids in school, multiply by one. One kid in school, multiply by one. Two kids in school, multiply by two, etc. As the number of kids from a particular parcel number decreases, so does the multiplier, down to 1.
After 12 years without a kid in a public school, the multiplier drops to 0.5, 0.25, or perhaps zero. If zero, that property owner would no longer be able to vote on future school referendums.
This would apply to those who home school or send their kids to a private school.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
fretting
The past several days I have walked around the house in sorrow, just wanting to pick up the phone and call Mother and tell her how rotten I feel that she died. After pondering what would happen if I fell ill and was gone in 6 months, I convinced myself that I have cancer. Sleepless nights with access to heavy medical textbooks with color photos does not help the situation. Timmy would never know me, Charlie and Maggie might have vague recollections of a mother, and Will and Mary would forever be angry with me that I died. I would never be able to move to Maine, never try to shear a sheep, never grow my own veggies, and never see my children grow up.
Tim says all this fretting is perfectly normal, but I am going to the doctor anyway.
It certainly doesn't help to come across articles like this one that say:
"US researchers... found the more children couples had, the worse their health and the more likely they were to die early."
Tim says all this fretting is perfectly normal, but I am going to the doctor anyway.
It certainly doesn't help to come across articles like this one that say:
"US researchers... found the more children couples had, the worse their health and the more likely they were to die early."
Sunday, September 16, 2007
comparison shopping
One of the hardest things about moving to a new place is just finding out where things are, such as grocery stores, the library, and thrift store for kid's clothes. I have tried Food Lion (too dirty), Harris Teeter (too expensive), and Kroger, but was hoping to find one where I could find staples such as oil and King Arthur flour as well as hormone-free milk.
Friday after we finished school I printed out the Map Quest directions for the nearest warehouse club as well as Super Target, but was sadly disappointed in both. Sam's Club doesn't carry many brands we eat, most of their foods are just pre-made expensive meals in large quantities. I realized that I would be too tempted to buy junk as well as the feeling of being conned by paying for a "membership" to shop in their store. We didn't do much better at Target where I tromped an extra quarter mile to find the baby food and diapers. They didn't have any whole wheat flour and the only milk was a $5 a gallon generic brand. After we got all the way to the back of the store I heard, "Mommy I gotta go potty!" so back to the front we went. By the time my groceries made it to the cashier I was sweating, but then discovered that the "associates" wearing red shirts don't bother to put your bags in the cart for you.
The truism "try, try again" came to mind after asking a neighbor where she shops. "Whole Foods has great stuff, but can be pricy," was her response, so off the girls and I went to do a little hunting and gathering. We were running out of milk since I could only bear to buy 1 gallon of milk the day before. Eureka! The fruits and veggies looked fresh and exciting, the meat case was enticing, there was a hot bar for lunches on the go, reasonably priced fresh organic bread, and best of all, the ever elusive BGT-free milk was only $3.50 a gallon! After ooohing and aaahing all over the store I picked out some roasted green bean and sweet pepper salad from the deli for my lunch and we headed home. So, after finding a church last week and finding grocery stores this week I am finally beginning to settle into our new environs. Printing out directions for every trip is a drag, but before long I will have my mental map all squared away.
Then it will be time to move again.
Friday after we finished school I printed out the Map Quest directions for the nearest warehouse club as well as Super Target, but was sadly disappointed in both. Sam's Club doesn't carry many brands we eat, most of their foods are just pre-made expensive meals in large quantities. I realized that I would be too tempted to buy junk as well as the feeling of being conned by paying for a "membership" to shop in their store. We didn't do much better at Target where I tromped an extra quarter mile to find the baby food and diapers. They didn't have any whole wheat flour and the only milk was a $5 a gallon generic brand. After we got all the way to the back of the store I heard, "Mommy I gotta go potty!" so back to the front we went. By the time my groceries made it to the cashier I was sweating, but then discovered that the "associates" wearing red shirts don't bother to put your bags in the cart for you.
The truism "try, try again" came to mind after asking a neighbor where she shops. "Whole Foods has great stuff, but can be pricy," was her response, so off the girls and I went to do a little hunting and gathering. We were running out of milk since I could only bear to buy 1 gallon of milk the day before. Eureka! The fruits and veggies looked fresh and exciting, the meat case was enticing, there was a hot bar for lunches on the go, reasonably priced fresh organic bread, and best of all, the ever elusive BGT-free milk was only $3.50 a gallon! After ooohing and aaahing all over the store I picked out some roasted green bean and sweet pepper salad from the deli for my lunch and we headed home. So, after finding a church last week and finding grocery stores this week I am finally beginning to settle into our new environs. Printing out directions for every trip is a drag, but before long I will have my mental map all squared away.
Then it will be time to move again.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Summorum Pontificum
A Day of Great Joy!
Today the pope's letter freeing the Latin Mass goes into effect today. Priests and laity have the opportunity to take back our Catholic heritage. While some areas will see immediate changes, more liberal dioceses like Maine will wait years to see a return of the beautiful and pious liturgy.
Our plan is for me to take the older children to High Mass tonight with the bishop in attendance. We had some heated discussions about our new parish, and while I'm not too thrilled going to Mass celebrated by a priest who doesn't like small children, I am willing to give it a trial period. After all, it is the ONLY Latin Mass within 3 hours and we are only here for another 9 months. Yet again I didn't know how good I had it until it was gone. Our priest at our former parish, Father Willis, is a gem in the Church, the finest homilist I have heard, and a plain nice guy.
If you have cable and don't have the opportunity to attend the Mass of the Ages today, watch EWTN for the first televised Latin Mass ever.
Watch the SOLEMN HIGH MASS EXTRAORDINARY FORM OF THE ROMAN RITE Celebration of the Traditional Latin Mass from the Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament in Hanceville, Alabama.
Sept. 14 8:00 AM - Live
Sept. 14 6:00 PM Encore
Sept. 15 12:00 AM Encore
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
rest in peace
Today I will drive up to Virginia and attend my mother's funeral. We all have our faults, and perhaps I focused a little too much on her lacking as a grandmother over the past few years, but I will mostly remember Mother as a kind woman who was loyal and dependable. Her circle of friends had a shared history of over 40 years, in fact, she and her best friend Margaret became pals when they were 16. They were with her until the end, giving the same love and loyalty right back. I always envied my mother's lasting friendships and will try harder to be a good friend and to be more kind to those I love.
Perhaps I will start by expressing my gratefulness to the most generous husband a woman could ever ask for. After 1 day to ride his tractor until next summer, Tim patted his John Deere goodbye and helped pile all the children in the car before driving 13 hours of the 16 hour trip. I remember falling asleep on the floor of the van beneath Charlie's dangling feet in Connecticut and waking up in Richmond, Virginia. After a quick shower and a hasty dumping of all the luggage and boxes, I left him alone with all 5 kids, including still-nursing baby Timmy. He kept everyone fed, clean, and busy during the few days I spent in Virginia. It was likely a shock for him, since the last time he watched the children alone for more than a day we only had 3 children. I could tell he was overwhelmed on my return by the sight of the house strewn with toys and books, unmade beds, and a clean laundry pile that almost reached the ceiling, but I didn't hear any complaints. He is a rare gem of the highest quality and I love him with all my heart.
Perhaps I will start by expressing my gratefulness to the most generous husband a woman could ever ask for. After 1 day to ride his tractor until next summer, Tim patted his John Deere goodbye and helped pile all the children in the car before driving 13 hours of the 16 hour trip. I remember falling asleep on the floor of the van beneath Charlie's dangling feet in Connecticut and waking up in Richmond, Virginia. After a quick shower and a hasty dumping of all the luggage and boxes, I left him alone with all 5 kids, including still-nursing baby Timmy. He kept everyone fed, clean, and busy during the few days I spent in Virginia. It was likely a shock for him, since the last time he watched the children alone for more than a day we only had 3 children. I could tell he was overwhelmed on my return by the sight of the house strewn with toys and books, unmade beds, and a clean laundry pile that almost reached the ceiling, but I didn't hear any complaints. He is a rare gem of the highest quality and I love him with all my heart.
The other person I will be forever grateful to is my friend Jennifer up in Maine. She watched some of the kids, along with her 4, so I could pick up Tim at the airport and pack boxes. She graciously took all our groceries, including the last 2 quarts of wild blueberries. She is a sweet woman who gives me a good example of what a Catholic mother should be.
Thanks to many prayers I was able see my mother before she slipped into a fog of unconsciousness. When I walked into her hospital room she grinned and said loudly, "Katherine!" Over and over people told me how she said she was trying hard to hang on on so I could make it to her bedside. It was truly a blessing to be able to tell her how much I love her and that I was grateful for her being my mother. Less than a week later we will put her to rest and I will resolve to be as strong and brave as she turned out to be.
Julia G. Todd
1946-2007
May God hold you in the palm of his hand
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Monday, September 03, 2007
packing and praying
My mother has been kept at the hospital in order to provide end-of-life care. Her prognosis on Saturday was dire, she had 12-24 hours left. Luckily in the past day or so she has rallied, leading me to believe that she is holding out for me to be there. We have talked on the phone many times since then and I have told her I don't want her to suffer unneedlessly on my account. If she wants to let go, she should have peace in her heart.
Hopefully I will still make it to her bedside so I have been frantically packing up all our gear, schoolbooks, clothes, and linens, as well as cleaning and organizing the garage. The dump opens tomorrow and I will be there with my 5 bags of trash, the sofa, and a pile of junk. Hopefully the U-Haul place will have a trailer for us in the morning and we can pack and then hit the road.
Prayers for Mother, our trip, and my family would be welcomed. This has been a long, hard slog and all of us are filled with grief.
Obviously blogging comes in distant second to life and death so I will return when it is appropriate.
Hopefully I will still make it to her bedside so I have been frantically packing up all our gear, schoolbooks, clothes, and linens, as well as cleaning and organizing the garage. The dump opens tomorrow and I will be there with my 5 bags of trash, the sofa, and a pile of junk. Hopefully the U-Haul place will have a trailer for us in the morning and we can pack and then hit the road.
Prayers for Mother, our trip, and my family would be welcomed. This has been a long, hard slog and all of us are filled with grief.
Obviously blogging comes in distant second to life and death so I will return when it is appropriate.
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