Monday, March 26, 2012
Spring is here....
I always like to try and take the girls on campus so I can get some pretty nature shots of them. I thought I'd buy a new camera (OK, so I have a gajillion cameras already - so this was a totally frivolous expenditure) so I bought the Canon Rebel T3i. This camera is smaller than my Rebel XTi, lighter in weight and has some nice features on it. And it's 18 megapixels.
I went online to check out any reviews on photo editing software, and found a site that rated about 10 or so different programs. They rated Corel Paintshop Pro 4x as the best... so I bought it. All I can say is WOW! For the price (around $80) and for what it does, I'm hooked. See what the combination of the camera and software had done for the pics.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Material or Martial Arts?
My husband had gone to his barber that he had been using for the past 20+ years and began talking about wanting to get our youngest into the martial arts.
It just so happened that his barber is part owner of a martial arts school and is one of the trainers (he has a black belt in Taekwondo).
Roy and I talked about taking the kids to the school and letting them watch and or participate. The school allows a kid to take 3 classes for free to try it out to see if they like it. I told him it would be a great idea!
So after school one day, I told them we were going for a car ride and where we ended up would be a surprise - someplace we'd never been before. They kept trying to guess where we were going, but kept guessing places we'd already been.
We got to the strip mall, and I had to admit that I wasn't sure where the place we were going was. I asked the kids to read off the names of the places we were driving by...
I pulled around a curve in the large area that had a drive winding around the parking lots. As I began to pull away from where I thought the place would be Kenzie said, "Hey, there was Lee's Material Arts back there."
Material Arts?
I told them I wanted to see that place - might be interesting. I parked in front and got the kids out, and we walked inside. They were fascinated and intimidated all at once.
We sat down on a couch. Kenzie wasn't going to have anything to do with it. I got Richelle to take off her shoes but she wouldn NOT go out on the mat and join anyone. In fact, if the child could have imploded into herself, I think Richelle would have done it. I've never seen her try to look so compact and small in her life.
I then told her to stand up in front of me, and to lift up her leg and hold it in a standing split. I told her to just trust me.
When she did it, all the kids behind her went "WHOA!" They were impressed with her flexibility. That loosened her up. I told her, she may not know the punches or kicks, but the teachers and other students would help her learn. She also had to learn that no one was going to be hitting each other or kicking each other - no one touched or hurt another student. With that, she got on the mat. And as she began learning, she also impressed the teachers with her high and powerful kicking. This kid has so much talent and natural ability. By the end of the class she was begging me to sign her up for 3 months.
Later that evening, I was talking to Kenzie. I asked her if she wanted to try the martial arts as well... and she just shrugged her shoulders. I asked her if she thought she couldn't do it... and again the shoulder shrug. I told her to do a snap kick, and demonstrated it for her. (I know, I'm old and rickety, but I did a fairly decent imitation.)
She did it - perfectly. I made a big deal out of it and told her that she would find that many of the kids would not be able to do splits like Richelle, and many are just learning just like she would be... and that she should at least give it a try to really know if she would be passing up something she might really like.
The next night we went again, and this time Kenzie tried it. And SHE wanted to do it as well...
Roy talked to the kids and told them he'd sign them up for the three months as their Christmas gift - and they wouldn't be getting any more big gifts. They were just fine with that.
My hope is that they will work hard at this... I've seen a big change in both kids - but especially Richelle. She's wanted to do martial arts for so long - for her it's like a dream come true.
It just so happened that his barber is part owner of a martial arts school and is one of the trainers (he has a black belt in Taekwondo).
Roy and I talked about taking the kids to the school and letting them watch and or participate. The school allows a kid to take 3 classes for free to try it out to see if they like it. I told him it would be a great idea!
So after school one day, I told them we were going for a car ride and where we ended up would be a surprise - someplace we'd never been before. They kept trying to guess where we were going, but kept guessing places we'd already been.
We got to the strip mall, and I had to admit that I wasn't sure where the place we were going was. I asked the kids to read off the names of the places we were driving by...
I pulled around a curve in the large area that had a drive winding around the parking lots. As I began to pull away from where I thought the place would be Kenzie said, "Hey, there was Lee's Material Arts back there."
Material Arts?
I told them I wanted to see that place - might be interesting. I parked in front and got the kids out, and we walked inside. They were fascinated and intimidated all at once.
We sat down on a couch. Kenzie wasn't going to have anything to do with it. I got Richelle to take off her shoes but she wouldn NOT go out on the mat and join anyone. In fact, if the child could have imploded into herself, I think Richelle would have done it. I've never seen her try to look so compact and small in her life.
I then told her to stand up in front of me, and to lift up her leg and hold it in a standing split. I told her to just trust me.
When she did it, all the kids behind her went "WHOA!" They were impressed with her flexibility. That loosened her up. I told her, she may not know the punches or kicks, but the teachers and other students would help her learn. She also had to learn that no one was going to be hitting each other or kicking each other - no one touched or hurt another student. With that, she got on the mat. And as she began learning, she also impressed the teachers with her high and powerful kicking. This kid has so much talent and natural ability. By the end of the class she was begging me to sign her up for 3 months.
Later that evening, I was talking to Kenzie. I asked her if she wanted to try the martial arts as well... and she just shrugged her shoulders. I asked her if she thought she couldn't do it... and again the shoulder shrug. I told her to do a snap kick, and demonstrated it for her. (I know, I'm old and rickety, but I did a fairly decent imitation.)
She did it - perfectly. I made a big deal out of it and told her that she would find that many of the kids would not be able to do splits like Richelle, and many are just learning just like she would be... and that she should at least give it a try to really know if she would be passing up something she might really like.
The next night we went again, and this time Kenzie tried it. And SHE wanted to do it as well...
Roy talked to the kids and told them he'd sign them up for the three months as their Christmas gift - and they wouldn't be getting any more big gifts. They were just fine with that.
My hope is that they will work hard at this... I've seen a big change in both kids - but especially Richelle. She's wanted to do martial arts for so long - for her it's like a dream come true.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Catching up on the Halloween pics
Gotta hand it to my girls - they had a blast at Halloween. Kenzie is the friendly devil, and Richelle decided to be a goth girl. She had the look down pat with attitude to match.
They are growing up too fast for me.
They are growing up too fast for me.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Slow in posting...
Yes, it's been quite awhile... I have had to deal with mom's estate issues (still going on - waiting on the judge to make a decision regarding the guardianship checking account).
I thank God every day for all of my blessings - I may not list them specifically, but I do know that many of the blessings I am living with are there in front of me and sometimes, I may not recognize it at first. But I do know that my blessings are many.
I have been taking a class, called "Loving God With All Your Mind", by Elizabeth George. It talks about how to keep worry and anxiety at bay, how to look at what bothers you or what you think you know... how to let God guide your thoughts and actions so that you don't let worry or misunderstandings get in your way of living a happier life. The one thing I pray for daily is more patience with the kids.
So yesterday, when the kids were doing their homework, Richelle was crying and doing a little fit because she had to do two pages of homework, plus she had a small booklet to finish of math (to be finished by Wednesday because they are being tested on it). She was simply overwhelmed and feeling like she was never going to get it done - all she wanted to do was go outside to play.
I let her work through it, and then began checking her homework. I found mistakes and told her we needed to go over the work so I could show her what was wrong. She began to break down and cry.
She came over to me and I put my arms around her and said, "It's okay honey - you just misunderstood what they wanted from you. I'll sit with you and talk with you about it, so you can figure it out. And don't worry - God wants us to perservere. He loves us and wants what's best for us - and when we keep trying and work at it, he helps us. We'll get it done."
She nodded her head and sat back at the table, and I began to show her what problem was asking, and how to figure it (I do not give her the answers - I make her think it through). She began to settle down, and by the end of the first two pages, she actually volunteered to do two pages of the large pamphlet of homework. She began to feel better about her abilities.
The best part of my not getting pulled into the craziness of her breakdown was that I felt such peace inside - I felt such love and peace and was much happier myself - I was able to look at her pain in a different light. Thank you God for the lessons I am learning and love I feel for my children. Thank you for these amazing, beautiful girls who bring such light into my life.
For anyone who is not sure - I can tell you that parenting is 24/7 on-the-job training. You learn as you go. No number of parenting books will ever prepare you or help you with what is going to happen as your kids grow. But I have found that if I work with the Bible as my guide, and use God's word to live by - I can do much better as a mom than to allow my own anger or pride to take over and rule my heart. I've done that so much of my life - and I am not willing to allow that kind of life to continue - I don't want that attitude to teach my kids how to be when they grow up. I'll never be perfect, but I have to be better than that - and when I make a mistake, I hope I have enough sense to recognize it and apologize for those mistakes. That will help my kids realize that there is no perfect parent. But I love them and want to do my best, and if they realize that, they will hopefully come to me when they will need me the most in their lives.
Please, God, let me live long enough to help them develop a strong faith and reliance on you. Please let me be an example of that faith and reliance.
I thank God every day for all of my blessings - I may not list them specifically, but I do know that many of the blessings I am living with are there in front of me and sometimes, I may not recognize it at first. But I do know that my blessings are many.
I have been taking a class, called "Loving God With All Your Mind", by Elizabeth George. It talks about how to keep worry and anxiety at bay, how to look at what bothers you or what you think you know... how to let God guide your thoughts and actions so that you don't let worry or misunderstandings get in your way of living a happier life. The one thing I pray for daily is more patience with the kids.
So yesterday, when the kids were doing their homework, Richelle was crying and doing a little fit because she had to do two pages of homework, plus she had a small booklet to finish of math (to be finished by Wednesday because they are being tested on it). She was simply overwhelmed and feeling like she was never going to get it done - all she wanted to do was go outside to play.
I let her work through it, and then began checking her homework. I found mistakes and told her we needed to go over the work so I could show her what was wrong. She began to break down and cry.
She came over to me and I put my arms around her and said, "It's okay honey - you just misunderstood what they wanted from you. I'll sit with you and talk with you about it, so you can figure it out. And don't worry - God wants us to perservere. He loves us and wants what's best for us - and when we keep trying and work at it, he helps us. We'll get it done."
She nodded her head and sat back at the table, and I began to show her what problem was asking, and how to figure it (I do not give her the answers - I make her think it through). She began to settle down, and by the end of the first two pages, she actually volunteered to do two pages of the large pamphlet of homework. She began to feel better about her abilities.
The best part of my not getting pulled into the craziness of her breakdown was that I felt such peace inside - I felt such love and peace and was much happier myself - I was able to look at her pain in a different light. Thank you God for the lessons I am learning and love I feel for my children. Thank you for these amazing, beautiful girls who bring such light into my life.
For anyone who is not sure - I can tell you that parenting is 24/7 on-the-job training. You learn as you go. No number of parenting books will ever prepare you or help you with what is going to happen as your kids grow. But I have found that if I work with the Bible as my guide, and use God's word to live by - I can do much better as a mom than to allow my own anger or pride to take over and rule my heart. I've done that so much of my life - and I am not willing to allow that kind of life to continue - I don't want that attitude to teach my kids how to be when they grow up. I'll never be perfect, but I have to be better than that - and when I make a mistake, I hope I have enough sense to recognize it and apologize for those mistakes. That will help my kids realize that there is no perfect parent. But I love them and want to do my best, and if they realize that, they will hopefully come to me when they will need me the most in their lives.
Please, God, let me live long enough to help them develop a strong faith and reliance on you. Please let me be an example of that faith and reliance.
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Who can stay quietest the longest?
We went to Chicago to see Grandma Geri (for her 91st birthday). On the way back, we stopped at a Kentucky Fried Chicken we like to eat at every year.
Richelle was her usual self - chatter chatter chatter non-stop. We were laughing at how she was talking incessantly, and so she said "Let's play who can be quietest the longest. 1-2-3 Go!"
Game on, folks.
She did really well. Kenzie was the first to crack, and then me. Then Roy tried to get her to talk. First, he wrote a note saying, "Richelle is not allowed to talk until she is ten years old."
Richelle just gave him a look that said, "Seriously." Then tore the paper in half (with a rather dramatic flair).
We all began to laugh. A little time went by and Roy wrote another note. It said, "Maybe Richelle will forget how to talk."
With that, Richelle grabbed the pen and another napkin and began writing furiously:
"Are you out of your mind, Daddy and you are beginning to lose your laugh so you might as well go ahead and talk, ok? "
With that, I just lost it. I laughed so hard, tears streamed down my face and I began to get choked and then peed my pants. I haven't done that since I was in my 20's.
I'm telling you, with this kid, I'm seriously considering wearing adult diapers - she does this kind of funny stuff all the time, and I can ill afford to be carrying around an extra pair of underwear and pants all the time.
By the way, she lost the contest. She took one of the styrofoam plates, wrote "frisbee" on it and promptly stated for all to hear the word she just wrote.... then covered her mouth when she realized she broke the silence.
But one of these days, she's going to win - she's very competitive.
Richelle was her usual self - chatter chatter chatter non-stop. We were laughing at how she was talking incessantly, and so she said "Let's play who can be quietest the longest. 1-2-3 Go!"
Game on, folks.
She did really well. Kenzie was the first to crack, and then me. Then Roy tried to get her to talk. First, he wrote a note saying, "Richelle is not allowed to talk until she is ten years old."
Richelle just gave him a look that said, "Seriously." Then tore the paper in half (with a rather dramatic flair).
We all began to laugh. A little time went by and Roy wrote another note. It said, "Maybe Richelle will forget how to talk."
With that, Richelle grabbed the pen and another napkin and began writing furiously:
"Are you out of your mind, Daddy and you are beginning to lose your laugh so you might as well go ahead and talk, ok? "
With that, I just lost it. I laughed so hard, tears streamed down my face and I began to get choked and then peed my pants. I haven't done that since I was in my 20's.
I'm telling you, with this kid, I'm seriously considering wearing adult diapers - she does this kind of funny stuff all the time, and I can ill afford to be carrying around an extra pair of underwear and pants all the time.
By the way, she lost the contest. She took one of the styrofoam plates, wrote "frisbee" on it and promptly stated for all to hear the word she just wrote.... then covered her mouth when she realized she broke the silence.
But one of these days, she's going to win - she's very competitive.
Sunday, July 03, 2011
Mother is gone now
I have been so busy with everything, I haven't been able to post about life.
Since March, I had noticed major changes in mom whenever I was at the nursing home to visit. Everytime I went, I usually brought grapes, bananas, or bought her snack crackers and a coke. I'd even help feed her the high protein shakes they would give her. She would always eat for me, and I'd make sure there were leftovers so she could have some of the things she loved later. No fresh fruit was ever given at the nursing home, and mom used to love to eat fresh fruit. I'd have to place the fruit between her fingers so she could put it in her mouth herself, but I wanted her to do as much as she could for herself.
But then there came a time when she couldn't eat without choking. And then later she would not be able to get off a subject - like counting by tens (but skipping 90 each time) or telling the kids to "stay in the white". She liked the white and wanted to go to the white. Have no idea what she was talking about, but I agreed with her and told her she could go to the white whenever she wanted.
Hospice became involved with mom's care at the beginning of May. The nursing home saw a failure to thrive in mom (they were there everyday and saw how she was going downhill). I was grateful that they were going to be there. When they went to interview mom, the woman in charge told mom she had talked with her daughter, Julie. She asked if there was anything she wanted her to tell me. Mom replied, "Yes. Tell her, I love her."
Later, the end of first week of May, I was told that hospice would be spending time with mom 24 hours a day. Although somewhere in my mind I understood this to mean that mom was failing and they thought she might be closer to dying, somehow I managed to push it out of my mind, thinking that it wasn't going to be soon.
On Saturday, May 7, I went with the girls to see her. We got there and no hospice person was there - and I called hospice to let them know that there was no one with her. Worse, she wouldn't wake up or respond. The nursing home staff and I tried to get her awake - usually she'd wake up and say hi. She might be tired and go back to sleep, but still she'd be able to wake up. This time - nothing. They even took a washcloth and wiped her eyes and face. She had no response to it. I asked the nurses if she'd been like this previously and asked if there was anything in her file stating that she was having espisodes of not responding. They said that she was talking and awake that morning, then checked the chart, but nothing was in there about her not responding. I called the hospice nurse and told her as well.
On Tuesday, May 10, the hospice nurse (whose name is Julie also) called to say they thought mom had had a stroke. She had a weakness on her right side, but was still able to talk, although it was different due to a weakness on her left side of her face. Julie held her cell phone up to mom's ear, and our conversation went like this:
Me: Hi Mom.
MOM: Hi
Me: How are you doing?
MOM: I'm fine. (this was mom's standard answer - she could be on fire and she'd still answer "I'm fine")
Me: I want you to know that I'll be coming to see you tomorrow. The kids will be home soon, so I'll have to wait until tomorrow. OK?
MOM: OK.
Me: I love you, mom.
MOM: I love you.
I was still able to lie to myself about how bad her condition was. I mean, after all, she was still talking, right?
I went to see her the next day, and found her profoundly changed. She could no longer squeeze my hand and she couldn't respond to any questions. I tried to feed her but she couldn't eat anything - she couldn't even suck any nourishment through a straw. I think my mind was numb at this point. I mean, after all, I'd seen times when she'd have trouble doing something, and then the next time I'd see her, she seemed better. Why not this time, too?
Mom made a face when Julie gave her the medication under her tongue for pain (evidently it was truly nasty stuff, because mom made a face), then she literally tried to close her eyes shut and then rolled her eyes into her head to avoid the penlight Julie shined in her eyes to check the dilation of her pupils. There was little to no dilation. But that was the only responses we could get out of Mom.
The next morning, I was waiting for the water to heat up so I could make some coffee when I got a call from Julie. I was told that they felt mom was close to dying and I needed to get there soon if I wanted to be there.
Forget the coffee.
I called her best friend Phyllis, and she picked up mom's sister-in-law, Georgia. When I got there, mom's lungs were filling with fluid, and she was rattling when she was breathing. I didn't know if she could hear me, but told her I was there, and that I loved her. Phyllis and Georgia came later. I simply sat there, watching as they took care of mom and tried to make things as comfortable as possible for her. Again, it just wasn't sinking in... denial is a strong force we use to cope with what is going on, and I was moving in and out of it that day. I watched as her color turned to a bluish-purple in her extremeties, as the brain tried to pull all the blood to protect the major organs. After a couple of hours of listening to mom rattle away, she began to breathe more shallowly, with each breath further apart than the last. She took one final breath, and she was gone. All I could say was "I love you, mom. You can rest now. You were a great mother, and a wonderful grandma to the kids. You did all you could do for us. I love you."
Then there were tears, shock, and numbness.
I miss her so terribly. I would give anything for one more day of her wanting to be in the white again, although I guess metaphorically speaking, she is "in the white now."
I would take her counting by tens or just holding her hand and feeling her squeeze mine once in a while.
I miss her. I'll always miss her. Strangely, although a part of me grieves, and another part feels like a weight has been lifted.
Since March, I had noticed major changes in mom whenever I was at the nursing home to visit. Everytime I went, I usually brought grapes, bananas, or bought her snack crackers and a coke. I'd even help feed her the high protein shakes they would give her. She would always eat for me, and I'd make sure there were leftovers so she could have some of the things she loved later. No fresh fruit was ever given at the nursing home, and mom used to love to eat fresh fruit. I'd have to place the fruit between her fingers so she could put it in her mouth herself, but I wanted her to do as much as she could for herself.
But then there came a time when she couldn't eat without choking. And then later she would not be able to get off a subject - like counting by tens (but skipping 90 each time) or telling the kids to "stay in the white". She liked the white and wanted to go to the white. Have no idea what she was talking about, but I agreed with her and told her she could go to the white whenever she wanted.
Hospice became involved with mom's care at the beginning of May. The nursing home saw a failure to thrive in mom (they were there everyday and saw how she was going downhill). I was grateful that they were going to be there. When they went to interview mom, the woman in charge told mom she had talked with her daughter, Julie. She asked if there was anything she wanted her to tell me. Mom replied, "Yes. Tell her, I love her."
Later, the end of first week of May, I was told that hospice would be spending time with mom 24 hours a day. Although somewhere in my mind I understood this to mean that mom was failing and they thought she might be closer to dying, somehow I managed to push it out of my mind, thinking that it wasn't going to be soon.
On Saturday, May 7, I went with the girls to see her. We got there and no hospice person was there - and I called hospice to let them know that there was no one with her. Worse, she wouldn't wake up or respond. The nursing home staff and I tried to get her awake - usually she'd wake up and say hi. She might be tired and go back to sleep, but still she'd be able to wake up. This time - nothing. They even took a washcloth and wiped her eyes and face. She had no response to it. I asked the nurses if she'd been like this previously and asked if there was anything in her file stating that she was having espisodes of not responding. They said that she was talking and awake that morning, then checked the chart, but nothing was in there about her not responding. I called the hospice nurse and told her as well.
On Tuesday, May 10, the hospice nurse (whose name is Julie also) called to say they thought mom had had a stroke. She had a weakness on her right side, but was still able to talk, although it was different due to a weakness on her left side of her face. Julie held her cell phone up to mom's ear, and our conversation went like this:
Me: Hi Mom.
MOM: Hi
Me: How are you doing?
MOM: I'm fine. (this was mom's standard answer - she could be on fire and she'd still answer "I'm fine")
Me: I want you to know that I'll be coming to see you tomorrow. The kids will be home soon, so I'll have to wait until tomorrow. OK?
MOM: OK.
Me: I love you, mom.
MOM: I love you.
I was still able to lie to myself about how bad her condition was. I mean, after all, she was still talking, right?
I went to see her the next day, and found her profoundly changed. She could no longer squeeze my hand and she couldn't respond to any questions. I tried to feed her but she couldn't eat anything - she couldn't even suck any nourishment through a straw. I think my mind was numb at this point. I mean, after all, I'd seen times when she'd have trouble doing something, and then the next time I'd see her, she seemed better. Why not this time, too?
Mom made a face when Julie gave her the medication under her tongue for pain (evidently it was truly nasty stuff, because mom made a face), then she literally tried to close her eyes shut and then rolled her eyes into her head to avoid the penlight Julie shined in her eyes to check the dilation of her pupils. There was little to no dilation. But that was the only responses we could get out of Mom.
The next morning, I was waiting for the water to heat up so I could make some coffee when I got a call from Julie. I was told that they felt mom was close to dying and I needed to get there soon if I wanted to be there.
Forget the coffee.
I called her best friend Phyllis, and she picked up mom's sister-in-law, Georgia. When I got there, mom's lungs were filling with fluid, and she was rattling when she was breathing. I didn't know if she could hear me, but told her I was there, and that I loved her. Phyllis and Georgia came later. I simply sat there, watching as they took care of mom and tried to make things as comfortable as possible for her. Again, it just wasn't sinking in... denial is a strong force we use to cope with what is going on, and I was moving in and out of it that day. I watched as her color turned to a bluish-purple in her extremeties, as the brain tried to pull all the blood to protect the major organs. After a couple of hours of listening to mom rattle away, she began to breathe more shallowly, with each breath further apart than the last. She took one final breath, and she was gone. All I could say was "I love you, mom. You can rest now. You were a great mother, and a wonderful grandma to the kids. You did all you could do for us. I love you."
Then there were tears, shock, and numbness.
I miss her so terribly. I would give anything for one more day of her wanting to be in the white again, although I guess metaphorically speaking, she is "in the white now."
I would take her counting by tens or just holding her hand and feeling her squeeze mine once in a while.
I miss her. I'll always miss her. Strangely, although a part of me grieves, and another part feels like a weight has been lifted.
Friday, April 15, 2011
A vacation from the blog...
I have started going back to church and taking the girls with me. They love church, and the church we are going to is small and feels very cozy. Very much like family, rather than just people you see once a week.
I have been on this personal journey of examining my life and how I have caused many problems in my life.
I want to be a better mother. I know there isn't any such thing as a perfect mom, but I want to know that I'm "good enough". Trouble is, we never know as parents if we are doing the right things. One child will interpret the things you say or do one way, another child will interpret it in the exactly opposite way. I realized this when I examined closely how my brothers and I grew up. My mom might say something, to which I would just let it roll off my shoulders, but one brother took it to heart and it hurt him deeply.
I have to pray every day to God to help guide me. Sometimes I find myself regretting something I have done or said. The best thing I can do is apologize to my daughter(s) and explain why I believe I was wrong, and what I want to do better. I have explained many times that there is no perfect parent... no matter how great someone else's mom seems, they need to trust that that mother has her own issues and probably gets just as mad or frustrated with her kids as I can from time to time. Most of the time I get the biggest thrill from knowing and loving my kids, and they rarely disappoint.
The completely amazing thing to me is a child's ability to forgive... and to love you anyway. My children teach me more about what love is than any book can. And I am humbled by their love.
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I am coming to a better understanding about forgiveness. I had for years thought that forgiveness meant that I forget about the wrongs done to me. But that is not what it is about at all. You can have compassion for and understanding of why someone would hurt you or wrong you. It doesn't mean you should forget what they did or allow them back into your life without caution. Having compassion doesn't mean you allow someone to hurt you again and again. I need to love the people who hurt me, because they wouldn't have been doing the things they do without having had hurts done to them in their past. Whatever happened to them that led to their rationalizing their bad behavior, their outlook can be changed if they want it to be.
That is the issue. If they truly want to change, and are willing to see changes in me, then healing can really begin in relationships. And then, sometimes, the patterns are so deeply ingrained, we are blinded by our own self-interest or life-experiences that we fail to see the second (and third, or fourth, or fifth) chances that are given to us by the Grace of God. But one can always hope there will be a time for redemption.
As I said, I'm going through some soul searching and changes, and I'm a slow learner. But once it is there, once I understand, it takes hold and never lets go.
As I come to a fuller understanding of things, these realizations will be fuller as well. We all have these journeys to a more complete self - and while I am on mine, I need to keep my heart open to it.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Oh Pioneers!
Kenzie's school had been studying pioneers and their history. One of the things they had to do was to create something that would represent what pioneer life was like. I'll have to get Kenzie to pose with her project. I was quite proud of her work - and she wants to finish the project.
The school also encouraged the kids to dress up like pioneers for Wednesday. My mom had bought bonnets a long time ago when she had been enamored of the "country" look that had been popular in the 90's. I thought she was nuts at the time, but now I know that there is always a plan for all of this stuff. I also used an old apron of mom's from the 80's for the outfit. The only things I bought were the dress and boots (reusable). When you don't have a lot of money - you find ways to create.
The kids did speaking lines to talk about pioneers (each kid had a line to speak). They also sang a lot of old pioneer songs. It was fun to watch.
Then the really fun stuff began. They got out on the gym floor and danced. Oh my gosh! That was adorable to watch, and the kids had a lot of fun doing it. But by the end of the night, Kenzie was exhausted - as you can see.
Big update! Richelle finally lost her first tooth. Now she talks funny.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Halloween pics
Of course, can't beat Halloween for dress up and pretend.
Kenzie was a vampiress (again) and after watching the movie The Karate Kid (with Jackie Chan) Richelle just had to dress up as a karate kid. The outfit is an actual karate outfit purchased from someone who advertised it in the local newspaper (her son was taking karate). I got it for $10... Just the way I like to buy things. I wanted to make her out to be a bloody mess, but Richelle opted only for the "black eyes".
She was more than happy to show off her standing splits...
And..... I voted today. Hope everyone makes their vote count.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
She flies through the air with the greatest of ease....
Kenzie jumping rope (and posing). She's like a gazelle. Or a flea (she can jump pretty high from a standing position... and she's in the 25th to 35th percentile range for height.
Richelle wasn't interested in jumping rope... she preferred the more sedate diversion of playing with sidewalk chalk. She showed me how she "blends" the colors together. Um... yeah.... now wash your hands.
Richelle wasn't interested in jumping rope... she preferred the more sedate diversion of playing with sidewalk chalk. She showed me how she "blends" the colors together. Um... yeah.... now wash your hands.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Too much going on....
Since the summer, there has been a lot happening. Too much for me to even contemplate just sitting and writing just to catch up the blog. I'm tired.
The kids finished up summer learning to swim a little. I was really pleased with the progress they made. Kenzie can hold her breath the longest of the two of them (they had contest after contest until we'd have to stop them and tell Richelle that she had to breathe for awhile to replenish her body and cells with oxygen - she just kept wanting to do it over and over immediately after she'd lost...). They got so they could swim a little more than halfway across the short end of the pool.
Mom had fallen and fractured her hip in June. No one realized it was fractured (at the time she fell, she only complained about hitting her head). However, after a while, she ended up not being able to walk or put any pressure on her feet because of the pain. When I took her to the emergency room, they did an x-ray, but it showed nothing. We had a very astute emergency room doctor, who said an MRI would show up any fractures that might be there, especially in the elderly. Sure enough, there it was.
They gave us a choice. Operate and put some pins and plates in the hip, or she could be bedridden for a long time to allow it to heal. Both had their downsides. They said they had a choice of doing an anesthetic given in the spine, which I preferred over a general anesthetic. If they could do that, it might help mom get over the operation quicker and wouldn't affect her mind as badly. If we opted for her to be laying in bed for what I was told could be months, she ran the risk of pneumonia and bed sores, plus her muscles could atrophy to the point she wouldn't be able to walk.
I thought I was choosing the lesser of two evils and opted for the operation, asking them to do the spinal if possible. The anesthesiologist tried to, but she had such bad arthritis in her spine, they couldn't get the needle through. They had to do general anesthesia.
This has exacerbated her dementia. She can no longer walk, toilet herself, dress herself, and can barely feed herself (she uses her fingers, she can't even use a utensil). We've had to move her from the assisted living home to a nursing home.
Worse, when she was there, she was highly agitated. She would want to go to bed. The nurses would take her and lay her down, and she's yell she didn't want to be in bed, she wanted to sit up in a chair. They'd put her in her wheelchair, and start to wheel her out and she'd yell, "What are you doing? Where are you taking me? I want to go to bed!"
Back and forth and back and forth. Same with going to the toilet or not going to the toilet, watching tv or not watching tv. I felt sorry for the nurses. They suggested that mom get some help from a program that is well-known in the area for helping seniors get their medications straightened out to help with these behavioral problems. However, there are some people whose behavioral problems have nothing to do with the medications and everything to do with the progression of their dementia. This is the third week mom has been at the clinic for behavioral issues, and still no word as to how it is going. I go to see her, but it seems it just agitates her because she can't see her granddaughters, and she wants to come live with me.
There are days I feel like I'm such a bad daughter. But my first priority is my family. I am taking care of mom as best as I can, given our limitations.
Kenzie and Richelle are back in dance and gymnastics. Kenzie is doing tap again, and she's really pretty good at it... she is also doing a class that teaches more tap steps and has the girls practicing those new steps every week. Richelle chose to do poms instead of tap this year. She is actually better at poms - and looks adorable doing it. She takes the poms quite seriously. I'll have to get some video of Kenzie in her gymnastics. She's finally learned how to kick herself over from a back bend. She's getting so much stronger.
And last but not least, there are the school pics. Richelle's looks like she's got a million dollar smile. Kenzie - I have no idea what happened to her. She looks like she wasn't too thrilled to be there. I had been telling her to part her hair on the side (that was the way the cut was supposed to be styled) but she insisted on pulling her bangs down in front. Poor baby... after seeing this pic, she's been styling it my way since then. She looks TONS better - too bad this didn't happen prior to school pics.
The kids finished up summer learning to swim a little. I was really pleased with the progress they made. Kenzie can hold her breath the longest of the two of them (they had contest after contest until we'd have to stop them and tell Richelle that she had to breathe for awhile to replenish her body and cells with oxygen - she just kept wanting to do it over and over immediately after she'd lost...). They got so they could swim a little more than halfway across the short end of the pool.
Mom had fallen and fractured her hip in June. No one realized it was fractured (at the time she fell, she only complained about hitting her head). However, after a while, she ended up not being able to walk or put any pressure on her feet because of the pain. When I took her to the emergency room, they did an x-ray, but it showed nothing. We had a very astute emergency room doctor, who said an MRI would show up any fractures that might be there, especially in the elderly. Sure enough, there it was.
They gave us a choice. Operate and put some pins and plates in the hip, or she could be bedridden for a long time to allow it to heal. Both had their downsides. They said they had a choice of doing an anesthetic given in the spine, which I preferred over a general anesthetic. If they could do that, it might help mom get over the operation quicker and wouldn't affect her mind as badly. If we opted for her to be laying in bed for what I was told could be months, she ran the risk of pneumonia and bed sores, plus her muscles could atrophy to the point she wouldn't be able to walk.
I thought I was choosing the lesser of two evils and opted for the operation, asking them to do the spinal if possible. The anesthesiologist tried to, but she had such bad arthritis in her spine, they couldn't get the needle through. They had to do general anesthesia.
This has exacerbated her dementia. She can no longer walk, toilet herself, dress herself, and can barely feed herself (she uses her fingers, she can't even use a utensil). We've had to move her from the assisted living home to a nursing home.
Worse, when she was there, she was highly agitated. She would want to go to bed. The nurses would take her and lay her down, and she's yell she didn't want to be in bed, she wanted to sit up in a chair. They'd put her in her wheelchair, and start to wheel her out and she'd yell, "What are you doing? Where are you taking me? I want to go to bed!"
Back and forth and back and forth. Same with going to the toilet or not going to the toilet, watching tv or not watching tv. I felt sorry for the nurses. They suggested that mom get some help from a program that is well-known in the area for helping seniors get their medications straightened out to help with these behavioral problems. However, there are some people whose behavioral problems have nothing to do with the medications and everything to do with the progression of their dementia. This is the third week mom has been at the clinic for behavioral issues, and still no word as to how it is going. I go to see her, but it seems it just agitates her because she can't see her granddaughters, and she wants to come live with me.
There are days I feel like I'm such a bad daughter. But my first priority is my family. I am taking care of mom as best as I can, given our limitations.
Kenzie and Richelle are back in dance and gymnastics. Kenzie is doing tap again, and she's really pretty good at it... she is also doing a class that teaches more tap steps and has the girls practicing those new steps every week. Richelle chose to do poms instead of tap this year. She is actually better at poms - and looks adorable doing it. She takes the poms quite seriously. I'll have to get some video of Kenzie in her gymnastics. She's finally learned how to kick herself over from a back bend. She's getting so much stronger.
And last but not least, there are the school pics. Richelle's looks like she's got a million dollar smile. Kenzie - I have no idea what happened to her. She looks like she wasn't too thrilled to be there. I had been telling her to part her hair on the side (that was the way the cut was supposed to be styled) but she insisted on pulling her bangs down in front. Poor baby... after seeing this pic, she's been styling it my way since then. She looks TONS better - too bad this didn't happen prior to school pics.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Video of the haircuts
Thought I'd share the video of their haircuts. Richelle has this rubbery face that just seems to change constantly.
Both kids are wonderful about getting their haircut.
Millennial Makeover: MySpace, YouTube, and the Future of American Politics
Both kids are wonderful about getting their haircut.
Millennial Makeover: MySpace, YouTube, and the Future of American Politics
Too busy!
I have been busy since the last post... too busy, as a matter of fact. Roy had the girls scheduled to be here there and everywhere during the summer... and that meant mama had to jump all over the place...
The girls started swimming lessons again this year. They are becoming more comfortable with the water, but they need a lot more time to trust that if they do what they are told, the water will hold them up. Richelle finally learned how to float, but can't kick very well or use her arms and hands properly. Kenzie can't float, but has a strong kick and can hold her breath forever (well, it seems like it to me!). Kenzie finally got over holding her nose every time she went into the water, which means she'll be learning how to do that forward crawl soon.
The girls started swimming lessons again this year. They are becoming more comfortable with the water, but they need a lot more time to trust that if they do what they are told, the water will hold them up. Richelle finally learned how to float, but can't kick very well or use her arms and hands properly. Kenzie can't float, but has a strong kick and can hold her breath forever (well, it seems like it to me!). Kenzie finally got over holding her nose every time she went into the water, which means she'll be learning how to do that forward crawl soon.
Then there was the matter of their hair... Both the girls' hair was getting horribly dry and brittle with the chlorine in the water. I wondered if the chemicals they were using were worse than usual, because we didn't have this problem last year. However, no matter what shampoo we tried, it just didn't help. So it was haircut time. Actually, Roy decided that they needed a haircut - it's going to be an extremely hot summer, and the kids were coming home all sweaty and red-faced every day.
We went uber short. For Richelle, the look was great. Kenzie just has that face that begs for longer hair... so as it grows out, we'll probably not cut it much shorter than a bob again... unless I find a better style that frames the side of her face. I let the kids pick the hairstyle they wanted from some I found on the internet.
The kids have to admit... they are a lot cooler and feel a lot better with the new do's, but they still love their long hair. Can't blame them... they are waaaay cute in the longer style.
Friday, May 21, 2010
In Defense of the Teacher and Richelle
I'm not sure if I got spanked or not... LOL! I think I should set some things straight... there may have been a misunderstanding with a reader. I value her opinions and her insights, and am fascinated by the stories she tells... but I think perhaps I need to go into more detail about the teacher in question and what happened with Richelle's buying with money not her own something for a classmate.
In defense of the teacher, she did not call Richelle any names or label her. What she did was talk to Richelle about how taking something that didn't belong to her without that person's permission is stealing. That is a fact. The teacher has never, over the course of the year, seen Richelle buy stuff at school, and the fact that she did it and bought something that she didn't need (I just bought her a new journal recently) that would be fairly expensive (by a child's standard) made the teacher wonder what was going on... and she wanted to make sure that there wasn't a problem. I am willing to bet she told Richelle she would be telling us what happened - this teacher is older and a bit more old-fashioned, and I like that; she won't hide anything from a parent. Parents need to know what is going on so they can properly parent their children.
I have to applaud the teacher, because I do not want in any way to have a child think they can do something like take money from us without asking permission and get away with it. We talked to Richelle about the fact that in the future, if she wanted something, she needed to ask us permission for it... we usually say yes (such as when they have book orders - we pretty much let the kids pick what they want, but we do set limits on how much can be spent).
I grew up in a close neighborhood, and everybody looked out for each other. When any of us kids did something that the parents knew wasn't right, they got hold of the offending child's parents and told them what was going on. It was up to the parents to discipline or punish their child. Believe me, we grew up knowing that we would "get it" if we did something wrong (and got caught, which was more than likely, given that the neighbors and our parents were pretty sharp about what we were up to). And if we hurt someone else in the process of breaking a rule or what was considered generally accepted practices, we had to apologize and make it right.
I agree that Richelle had to have learned some survival strategies in the orphanage to have gotten attention and to have some sense of self... I am probably more lenient in some ways because of that... but the point is, she needs to learn early what will or will not be acceptable behavior and actions in society (that starts out early as the family, and then extends to the school, the neighbors, the community, etc.). And explaining to her and labeling the action as what it is (in this case, taking something without permission is stealing) she can understand what she did wrong. We can't wait until some time later to teach her these things. I cannot make excuses for her just because she came from an orphanage.
She had a rotten start in life. No child should be separated from their parents, IMO, unless the parents are abusive or unable to care for their child properly. She will be fighting those learned habits and life skills from the orphanage most of her life... if we don't start teaching her the appropriate life skills that are accepted in the society she lives in now, it will be harder for her to change from what she learned from living in an orphanage.
Both my husband and I have compassion for the reason she did it... to help her friend. We both believe that the child in question is a friend of Richelle's and not just someone whose friendship Richelle is trying to buy. Roy has observed the two of them together, and says they genuinely like each other and play well together. We also have compassion for teaching her what will help her to live a good life in the future... I don't want to ignore any of this and later in life get a call from the police telling me that she was caught shoplifting - just because her "friend" needed a skirt, or whatever. The underlying message is still the same... we don't take what isn't ours.
She has had to deal with and learn a whole new way of life. She came into the family still trying to use her old ways from the orphanage - it's all she knew. She has learned a lot over the past 18 months, but the old ways are ingrained and have a way of sneaking back into her life. As I've said, it will take many iterations of the message for it to finally embed itself as deeply into her brain as her former orphanage habits have.
All this reminds me of a story.
In defense of the teacher, she did not call Richelle any names or label her. What she did was talk to Richelle about how taking something that didn't belong to her without that person's permission is stealing. That is a fact. The teacher has never, over the course of the year, seen Richelle buy stuff at school, and the fact that she did it and bought something that she didn't need (I just bought her a new journal recently) that would be fairly expensive (by a child's standard) made the teacher wonder what was going on... and she wanted to make sure that there wasn't a problem. I am willing to bet she told Richelle she would be telling us what happened - this teacher is older and a bit more old-fashioned, and I like that; she won't hide anything from a parent. Parents need to know what is going on so they can properly parent their children.
I have to applaud the teacher, because I do not want in any way to have a child think they can do something like take money from us without asking permission and get away with it. We talked to Richelle about the fact that in the future, if she wanted something, she needed to ask us permission for it... we usually say yes (such as when they have book orders - we pretty much let the kids pick what they want, but we do set limits on how much can be spent).
I grew up in a close neighborhood, and everybody looked out for each other. When any of us kids did something that the parents knew wasn't right, they got hold of the offending child's parents and told them what was going on. It was up to the parents to discipline or punish their child. Believe me, we grew up knowing that we would "get it" if we did something wrong (and got caught, which was more than likely, given that the neighbors and our parents were pretty sharp about what we were up to). And if we hurt someone else in the process of breaking a rule or what was considered generally accepted practices, we had to apologize and make it right.
I agree that Richelle had to have learned some survival strategies in the orphanage to have gotten attention and to have some sense of self... I am probably more lenient in some ways because of that... but the point is, she needs to learn early what will or will not be acceptable behavior and actions in society (that starts out early as the family, and then extends to the school, the neighbors, the community, etc.). And explaining to her and labeling the action as what it is (in this case, taking something without permission is stealing) she can understand what she did wrong. We can't wait until some time later to teach her these things. I cannot make excuses for her just because she came from an orphanage.
She had a rotten start in life. No child should be separated from their parents, IMO, unless the parents are abusive or unable to care for their child properly. She will be fighting those learned habits and life skills from the orphanage most of her life... if we don't start teaching her the appropriate life skills that are accepted in the society she lives in now, it will be harder for her to change from what she learned from living in an orphanage.
Both my husband and I have compassion for the reason she did it... to help her friend. We both believe that the child in question is a friend of Richelle's and not just someone whose friendship Richelle is trying to buy. Roy has observed the two of them together, and says they genuinely like each other and play well together. We also have compassion for teaching her what will help her to live a good life in the future... I don't want to ignore any of this and later in life get a call from the police telling me that she was caught shoplifting - just because her "friend" needed a skirt, or whatever. The underlying message is still the same... we don't take what isn't ours.
She has had to deal with and learn a whole new way of life. She came into the family still trying to use her old ways from the orphanage - it's all she knew. She has learned a lot over the past 18 months, but the old ways are ingrained and have a way of sneaking back into her life. As I've said, it will take many iterations of the message for it to finally embed itself as deeply into her brain as her former orphanage habits have.
All this reminds me of a story.
I remember that when I was 20, I was living with my cousins. They had a 3 year old boy, whom I adored... he was such a sweet child. One Thanksgiving, we were gathered at my grandmother's house and cooking the meal in the kitchen. Andy (not his real name) was pushing people in the butt saying "Out of my way!" as we went through the kitchen.
I stopped him and said, "Andy, if you want people to move for you, you need to say 'Excuse me, please'. Can you say that for me?" He did, and immediately his grandmother (my aunt) said, "He doesn't have to say that. He can do what he wants."
I told her if he didn't learn how to have proper manners now, when he was young, not only would it be harder for him to learn them later, but he will most likely not appreciate other things in his life.
One thing led to another and my aunt just went a little too far. She began berating me, saying it was no wonder no one would marry me (I mean c'mon, I was 20 and not interested in getting married at the time... even though I'd had three marriage proposals from the time I had been 16). I decided if she was going to be a bitch, I could dish it out as well (we DO come from the same gene pool). I told her it was a wonder that her husband stayed married to her - that he probably had someone on the side to make life bearable. Little did I know I hit the nail on the head.
Well, I got what I deserved with that one... she went ballistic and began to smack me about the face and shoulders with her fists - to which my brother Richard stepped in (the one time he was on my side... imagine that) and grabbed her wrists telling her "You will not hit my sister!" (My hero...) All the time she is cursing him and me and... well, things broke down from there. Everyone, and I mean everyone, took my side on this, and she was alone in her opinion. However, that didn't help Andy any.
Well, I got what I deserved with that one... she went ballistic and began to smack me about the face and shoulders with her fists - to which my brother Richard stepped in (the one time he was on my side... imagine that) and grabbed her wrists telling her "You will not hit my sister!" (My hero...) All the time she is cursing him and me and... well, things broke down from there. Everyone, and I mean everyone, took my side on this, and she was alone in her opinion. However, that didn't help Andy any.
He grew up to be a young adult dependent on his grandmother. She was about to put a second mortgage on her house because he was in default on a truck he had bought (and couldn't afford in the first place) when she died. He was left with nothing. I don't know if he has grown up since, but I know he had not been able to keep a job since he had been working. Even after she died, he had trouble keeping jobs. Maybe today he has learned to take care of himself... but I have lost track of him. But I do believe that if you bring your kids up right, there is less likely a chance of this happening. It was almost inevitable that this kid was going to fail, because no one taught him the kind of life lessons that would help him understand how to be grateful, how to be independent, and how to show others that they matter. It was just all about him and what he could get. And my aunt (and Andy's parents to a good extent) were responsible for how this turned out.
Teach your kids when young!
Teach your kids when young!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Sneaking. Stealing. Lying.
Yesterday, my husband got an email from Richelle's teacher. It said that Richelle had bought some items (four pencils and a journal) from the school store, and when asked where she got the money, she finally told the teacher that she took it from home without us knowing it... that it had been her father's money. Her teacher had a discussion with Richelle about stealing.
I thought something was up that morning when she took her back pack upstairs and was holding a small purse of hers (that had been filled with coins - we knew she'd taken it from Roy's can of coins he has, but weren't worried about it at that time). I didn't pay it any real attention, just kind of made a mental note of it. I went about my business while urging them to get ready to go out to the bus.
Then the email. When she got home, she started taking things out of her backpack, and then got a furtive look on her face, and held her backpack tight to her while she said she was going upstairs. I asked that she give me her backpack, which she was reluctant to do.
I pulled out the purse full of coins. I asked her if she bought anything today, and she said yes. When pressed for what, she showed me two pencils. I told her that her teacher had emailed us and told us it was more than that. She admitted that she bought two more pencils and a journal. I asked to see it... and she said she gave it to one of her friends at school.
There were tears welling up in her eyes at this point. I asked why she would give it to her friend, and Richelle explained that she only had one page left in her journal and she wanted to give her another one. And she wanted to give her a couple of pencils. This is her friend, after all.
My heart went out to her, but I had to go on. I told her to come upstairs with me. She began crying in earnest at this point.
We went to the living room couch and I put her on my lap. She was nothing but a puddle of tears - so Kenzie and I removed her shoes and I held her. I told her it wasn't her job to buy things that the kids need for school, and she shouldn't have sneaked out money to do so. If she needed something or wanted something, she should ask us, not take money that wasn't hers.
She said she didn't want us to know about it. I told her that's exactly how sneaking and lying are - doing something you don't want someone to know about. From now on she was to talk to us about it.
She really is trying to be a good kid - but she gets some things wrong once in a while... and her intentions (if her explanation was really what happened) were good, if not misguided a bit. She always has had a good heart.
Roy is still punishing her... three days without any TV. I told Roy that perhaps what we should be doing after this is having the kids do chores and paying them an allowance. That way, they would feel they have some control over things they want. And we could use it to teach them to save a little, put some aside for charity, and then they would have some for spending any way they want to. It will be good to try and instill good money habits now while they are young, rather than them trying to figure it out when they get older.
To be continued.
I thought something was up that morning when she took her back pack upstairs and was holding a small purse of hers (that had been filled with coins - we knew she'd taken it from Roy's can of coins he has, but weren't worried about it at that time). I didn't pay it any real attention, just kind of made a mental note of it. I went about my business while urging them to get ready to go out to the bus.
Then the email. When she got home, she started taking things out of her backpack, and then got a furtive look on her face, and held her backpack tight to her while she said she was going upstairs. I asked that she give me her backpack, which she was reluctant to do.
I pulled out the purse full of coins. I asked her if she bought anything today, and she said yes. When pressed for what, she showed me two pencils. I told her that her teacher had emailed us and told us it was more than that. She admitted that she bought two more pencils and a journal. I asked to see it... and she said she gave it to one of her friends at school.
There were tears welling up in her eyes at this point. I asked why she would give it to her friend, and Richelle explained that she only had one page left in her journal and she wanted to give her another one. And she wanted to give her a couple of pencils. This is her friend, after all.
My heart went out to her, but I had to go on. I told her to come upstairs with me. She began crying in earnest at this point.
We went to the living room couch and I put her on my lap. She was nothing but a puddle of tears - so Kenzie and I removed her shoes and I held her. I told her it wasn't her job to buy things that the kids need for school, and she shouldn't have sneaked out money to do so. If she needed something or wanted something, she should ask us, not take money that wasn't hers.
She said she didn't want us to know about it. I told her that's exactly how sneaking and lying are - doing something you don't want someone to know about. From now on she was to talk to us about it.
She really is trying to be a good kid - but she gets some things wrong once in a while... and her intentions (if her explanation was really what happened) were good, if not misguided a bit. She always has had a good heart.
Roy is still punishing her... three days without any TV. I told Roy that perhaps what we should be doing after this is having the kids do chores and paying them an allowance. That way, they would feel they have some control over things they want. And we could use it to teach them to save a little, put some aside for charity, and then they would have some for spending any way they want to. It will be good to try and instill good money habits now while they are young, rather than them trying to figure it out when they get older.
To be continued.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Dance Recital - the Video
Here's the video. Richelle is selling it - really emphasizing the steps. Kenzie is her usual demure self. She didn't like the music at all... can't blame her. Yellow Submarine wasn't exactly a favorite Beatles song of mine either... but the outfits rock...
Monday, May 10, 2010
Recital was Saturday
The kids' recital was Saturday - and they looked so beautiful. I had to put makeup on them so their faces wouldn't look all washed out on stage... I don't do a dramatic enough job to really make it work well onstage - but if the kids are going to continue to dance, then I'll have to learn. The song they danced to was Yellow Submarine
, which the kids really didn't like very well... it just didn't grab them like the Charleston did for Kenzie last year.
, which the kids really didn't like very well... it just didn't grab them like the Charleston did for Kenzie last year.I will have a video up later, probably tomorrow. Somehow, a circuit at the house tripped and my home computer doesn't work right now. I brought everything to Panera to download and edit the video on my laptop, but (STOOOPID STOOOPID STOOOPID!!!!!!) I forgot the 4 pin to 4 pin cable to connect the camcorder to the computer. I'm kicking myself as I say this... GRRRRRRR!!!!!! Otherwise, it would have been uploaded today.
But - I DO have pictures I took on that day before they danced. And as a proud mama - I think they look gorgeous! The little ladies are shining through. I am so proud that they are doing the things I didn't get a chance to. I don't want to live through them, but I do want them to do things that they are interested in. They get a chance to discover things I never did - I want them to know they have numerous opportunities available to them, and if they put for the effort, they can accomplish anything. Dance is a great way to teach them that.
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