Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Looking for a cheap weekend?

Benefit #1,324 of homeschooling is the ability to take mini-vacations whenever you feel like it. Calendars be damned.

My mother in law took me and the kids (Pat had to work. Sucks to be the bread-winner...) to Indianapolis a few weeks ago to visit the Indianapolis Children's Museum. The place is freaking HUGE and we needed the full day to cover it...

Being greeted by Bumblebee in the entrance hall....
That is a CLOCK. A clock with blue liquid that flows and marks the time change and is SO FREAKING COOL. Evan and I specifically came back to watch the hour change from 1 to 2 so that we could watch the liquid swoosh out from the minutes back to the holding chamber. You have to see it to understand, but it was really neat and we had a long conversation about time, gears, pressure, etc. You have no idea how badly I would love to own a clock like this one.
The Dinosphere interested all of us, even Justin. He is my museum "reader." He'll read every. Single. Plaque. Every game, every interactive station. You name it: he wants to read it. So we spent a long time in the Dinosphere...

...which was fine with Evan and Corinne. They are actually digging for fossils! It's not sand, either. It's some compressed stone stuff that must be chipped away. Every person is actually contributing to the "discovery" of what's below. It's freaking awesome.Taking a break for a game of checkers with Grandma...

We stopped at every play kitchen/restaurant station they had (there were quite a few throughout the museum). This is my dessert from my son. Isn't he sweet?
Yeah. He thinks he's pretty hilarious.Learning about Ruby Bridges in the Power of Children exhibit...
It never fails. Give Justin a water table, and he's still all over it. We definitely spent a huge portion of our museum time at the extensive water table.Awww. Aren't we adorable? It's nice that he still likes to hug me. And lets me document it. Don't tell him that most boys grow out of this, ok?
And Corinne and I spent a HUGE chunk of time in the Barbie exhibit. :)

I know, I know. It doesn't sound "educational" to have a Barbie exhibit. But she created outfits on mannequins, posed in a "Fashion show" and even created sketches of new outfits.
A future in fashion design? Perhaps. All I know is that she is asking for more blank people to draw on and a mannequin for her room. This could get interesting...Pretending to search for buried treasure. She just loves any excuse to wear goggles.Participating in an Egypt presentation and choosing the correct thrones, etc. We really explored Egypt for a long time in both the ancient exhibit and also the second Egyptian exhibit on modern day Egypt. Evan even sent me an email from there! It was hilarious.One of these things is not like the others...
Is that not gorgeous? If for no other reason than to see the Chihuly glass sculpture, you must visit the Indy Children's Museum. This view is taken from below on the slowly rotating circular couch.
Grandma and the kids found every single item on the "search and find" board. We also made sure to do the interactive "blow your own glass" computer program. Very cool.
The sculpture from the staircases that surround it. STUNNING.
Absolutely stunning.
To top things off, my MIL found a great deal at the Caribbean Cove Waterpark resort. We stayed there for 2 nights, breakfast included both mornings, and got tickets to the museum included as well. It was SO CHEAP. Truth be told, the hotel is a little run-down. But the entryway is beautiful, the breakfast was delicious, and the room, while not beautiful, was clean enough.
The kids had fun in their small waterpark which has 3 larger slides, a good lazy river, a fun children's splash area, a basketball pool and 2 hot tubs. Plenty of stuff to occupy them for a few hours each night.
And honestly, if I told you how cheap our deal was, you would probably flip out.


This was a totally unsponsored weekend unless you count my mother-in-law as a sponsor because she treated us to the entire thing (thank you! Love you!). We truly, truly had a blast on our own (her own) dime and it was worth every single penny.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Date Night

Tracing the paths of the satellites across the evening sky with my husband...

Talking about aliens invading the earth...

Cracking open another beer...

Propping my legs on the cooler as I watch him shoot midnight hoops...

Reflecting on our past, our present, our future, our fortune...

Holding his familiar hand in mine...

Enjoying the peace and happiness of being with my best friend...


Date Night never feels as sweet as when it's unplanned and unfettered.


Saturday, August 27, 2011

Swinging in the rain... Just swiiinging in the rain...

There isn't anything quite like a summer rain. The aroma that the water and earth produce is nothing short of exotic. Here, in suburban Illinois, I have access to an exotic smell. Amazing.

Even more amazing is the absolute joy coursing through my heart as my children are screaming through the raindrops. Dashing from yard to yard... Getting soaked and muddy and LOVING IT.

When I was a child, there was a large, open church field directly behind my house. My best friend and I would spend hours getting "lost" in that field. Hiding behind pine trees and under the church stoops, we would pretend to be explorers on the ocean. Sometimes we were pirates that cruelly stole loot and buried it in the baseball dugout. Sometimes we were orphans, searching for a family to love us while we survived countless tragedies. One of the best assets to our imagination was an honest-to-gosh rainstorm. A steady downpour in the middle of summer was best so our moms wouldn't claim it was too cold to get wet. A good soaking added dimension to our flailing shipwrecks and dramatic rescues. In a rainstorm, even the dingy gray rocks of Illinois become sparkling rubies and diamonds for orphans and pirates to uncover...

All of those memories flood back to my consciousness whenever it rains. And to witness my own children constructing their own memories of playing in a storm never fails to stagger me...

Originally posted in summer of 2009. Reposted today because I am plum tired.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Too long for Twitter

I think it's a cruel trick of the Cotton Industry that their material always shrinks at just the moment that my ass grows. Someone should look into the timing of chocolate advertisements, too. I'll betcha they up their media exposure every 28 days.

There is probably some conspiracy between the chocolate and fabric industries.

And the government.

And maybe even God.


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

I am SO Over..

I am SO over shaving my legs. Italian DNA requires that I perform this hideous task every freaking day when shorts weather is in season (lest I rub up against you and cause lacerations) and a healthy sex drive has me moaning and groaning with a razor through the wintry months. I'd like to find the person who decided that shaving was a necessity and force him (because you KNOW it was a MAN) to have to shave every hair on his body every day.

I am SO over explaining what "Because I Said So" means to my kids. IT'S SELF-EXPLANATORY.

I am SO over buying new shoes for my rapidly growing 12 year old. Do you think I could just buy a pair that is 3 sizes too big and stuff the toes with tissues? Would that be "lazy parenting?" Or just frugal?

I am SO over Spam mail regarding all of the single black women who are apparently dying to meet me. That's fabulous. I'm honored. Really. But I'm kinda married and kinda straight. Both kinda scream "Not Interested!" (Also on this email list: the repeating notification that THIS email is the final notification for a grand prize/invitation/Life-Altering-Choice. I get my hopes all up that it truly IS the final notification only to see 3 or 4 more "final notifications" following it. Methinks the Internet requires a definition of what "final" means.)

I am SO over setting unrealistic goals for myself. Phhhbbbbtttt. Done with that shizzat. I am keeping it real, dudes.

And now, for something completely different, a favorite montage of mine.



Happy Happy, Joy Joy Indeed

Monday, August 22, 2011

I'm Still Alive

So. This year's first day of homeschooling has neared its end and all 4 of us are still alive.

A good day, indeed.

Truthfully, it went pretty well. I credit the fact that I am WAAAAAY more relaxed about this whole situation than I was in the past with my level of Mellow. I know they'll learn. I know we'll succeed. I know this, because we've already been doing it for 2 years. It's all good, man.

And so we forge onward into the next school year. I am confident that happiness will continue to find its way into our family more often than not and that many, many opportunities will arise because of our personal decision of this lifestyle.
The Hair.
The Eyes.
The Fancy Dress.*

The Pain.
The Happy Worker.
The Deceptive Smile.
*See the fancy dress? She decided that the first day of kindergarten warranted tights, heels and a party dress with matching cardigan-thingy. I adore this child.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Overheard and Misunderstood

Overheard and Misunderstood

Originally posted in Sep, 2010

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Recently shouted from the family room:

"Muwaaahaaa-haaa!! Suck on My Titty!"

Recently shouted from the bathroom where I was blow-drying my hair:

"WHAAAAATTT?!?! WHAT did you just say?!??"

"Suckonmahtitty!!"

Mouth completely open, I turned off the hair dryer:

"WHAT? Suck on my What?!?"

"Tatty."

"TITTY?!?"

"Tatty."

I furiously opened the door and flew down the hall to where my boys were playing Lego Batman on the DS. Before the fire in my eyes scorched them, I needed clarification:

"Ok. What? Suck on my WHAT?"

Clearly thinking his mother was a lunatic, Evan slowly stated,

"Suck-a-ma-ta-ting. I'm sucking up these Legos on the screen. See?"

Sure enough, his tilted Ds showed a little guy sucking up Legos so fast that he needed a new word to describe it. Hence, 'Suckamatating.'

Clearly.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Hugging My Heart

She shifts her body to attempt to hug me even closer. Her feverish arms wrap around my neck and we snuggle again.

"Corinne, when I hug you, I feel like I'm hugging my heart..."

An understanding smile lights up her tired little face.

"Oh, Mommy... I love you so much, too."

We rest together and wait for the super-sweet-purple medicine to work its magic on her horrendous headache and fever. The urge to squeeze each other and profess our immeasurable love cannot be contained;

"I love you!"

"I know you love me, honey."

"How do you know I love you, Mommy?"

"Because you are so incredibly sweet to me. You bring me ice water when I look thirsty. You brush my hair and hug my neck. You want to make me proud by doing and being your best. And I know you love me because I can feel it in the air."

"Oh."

pause

" I know that you love me, too. Want to know how?"

"Yes."

"I know that you love me because you stayed up allll night when I was throwing up and you picked up the puke and it made you gag but you kept on taking care of me, even when I puked in your bed! And you washed my carpet and gave me medicine and changed my clothes. I know you love me because you take care of me, Mommy!"

We giggled over how gross that was. (It was exceptionally gross.) And then we continued with our hugging. We sang to each other and she finally drifted off into a nap to battle the germs that dared take up residence inside of her.

I realized that this moment was one of the best ones of my life. Not because of a monumental accomplishment or thrill of traveling to a distant land but because my daughter loves me and was with me. I was literally hugging my heart and she still loves to hug me back. That is a treasure that cannot be measured.

I don't ever want to forget these little moments. Ever.

Monday, August 15, 2011

A post full of memories


That's a massive pile of sand. Deceptively enormous. When you try to climb the large peak at Warren Dunes, you will feel like a weak and puny girly-man (even if you're a girl).
But the rush on the run back down is worth the effort...
Do you have any clue how many pounds of beach we brought back with us?
You wouldn't think that Lake Michigan could have actual "waves", would you? Body boarding without salt water in your mouth? Sign me up.
Sigh... I just wanted a picture without food in their mouths but they couldn't stop eating the delicious turkey and sand sandwiches I concocted. I am THAT GOOD at folding bread and meat.
I was there! With the beach umbrella! See? I even have a picture to prove it.
And then... the rain. Oh the rain, rain, rain, rain.
And the mud.
We found out that this year was the last year for our tent. It now resides in a dumpster in lower Michigan. Leaks, broken zipper, busted poles and such. It was a good tent, while it lasted.
Soooo very dirty. But happy.

And mosquito bitten. But happy.

Corinne and her cousin made the word "dirty" into a noun, this weekend.
Crazy, gusty, sandy goodbye. The wind was whipping the grit into our eyes and causing waves big enough to freaking SURF ON. Surfers in Michigan are Hard Core, y'all. Cold water? Pshaw.
See? Gritty eyes. Still handsome, though.Blueberry season is HERE. We hit a local farm before leaving Michigan and the kids had so much fun. All for under $5 after we paid for the berries we were bringing home. (the ones in our bellies were free)
Side note: Evan has a cowlick from HELL on his forehead. I actually cut the hair over his right eye LONGER than the rest of his forehead hair, but it STILL creeps up and twists about and makes it look like he's slightly neglected.

When we find an activity that all 3 kids enjoy, we mark that shit down in a freaking BOOK and repeat and repeat and repeat. Blueberry picking is definitely becoming a family tradition.
This kid? This kid had a blast. Between the body boarding, dune hiking, s'mores making and playing telephone around the campfire, he made more memories than I can ever attempt to record. I'm so glad I was there to witness it...
And now I have approximately 23 loads of laundry to wash, 3 batches of blueberry muffins to make, 12 bags of sand to dump out and 346 blogs to read.

Which do you think I'll do first?

;)

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

A Moment...

"Night, Evan! Love you!"

"Night, Mama. Love you more!"

"That's impossible."

"Nothing's impossible, if you put your MIND to it! Except for touching your eyeball to your elbow. That's pretty gross."


Ahhh, sweet boy. You are mistaken. It IS impossible. For I love you more than you can ever imagine.

Not that it's a competition.But I still win.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Required Post-BlogHer Inundation of Pictures of Bloggers

Ok. Wow. Very, very tired from BlogHer. So tired that I don't even want to blog. Maybe this whole "blogging conference" idea is counter productive?

Whatever. Here are a few pictures of me and people that you may or may not care to look at but mean a whole bunch to me because we BONDED, yo. Whether they remember me or not.

Also, for some reason, I put my pictures in reverse order and I am not going to rearrange them because it's MY blog and I'll do what I want to.

Ka-pow, beeyatch.

Alexandra, Jessica, and Lela chatting it up at the Aiming Low party. I was getting quite ridiculous at this point and I think Lela may believe that I write a humor blog or something. Surprise!
Momo Fali aka Diane is da bomb. She did this thing with her hand that I won't write about but which will be forever embedded in my mind. You're totally wondering now, aren't you?
Jim aka Busydad likes me. He really likes me! Which is good because I am a crazy stalker of his blog (which he doesn't update often enough because he has a "Job" and is "Important" and shit. Whatever. I'll still pimp him out because his blog posts are worth waiting a month for. Seriously.)
Ooh! That's me! I look all relaxed and Californian'ed. Because I WAS. I had a margarita by the pool and nobody was asking me to hold anything or to watch them cannonball 42 times in a row. I was Chilled. Out.

I put my Big Girl Pants on and went about a strange city by myself before the conference started. That? That is one of the highlights of the entire week. I hit the Maritime Museum and went on a freaking pirate ship. And I ate fish tacos with a Corona at a restaurant without anyone beside me and LOVED it. I kinda adore the idea of individual vacations. Not ALL the time, for sure. But occasionally, it's freaking awesome to just exist without anyone around you.
My newest BFF, Trina, aka Lynn, aka Walking With Scissors. She has a lot of names. It's one of her "Special issues" but I'll overlook it because she and I got along so well. Muwah! Alberta, Canada is too far away...
Heh. BACKWARDS pictures because this is me and Lisa right after we met up on our first day, enjoying lunch before our Hornblower cruise around the bay (Awesome!). I highly recommend having a wingman on a BlogHer trip. Someone who has your back should you text "I'm all alone! Help!" and doesn't think poorly of you.

ALSO!! I did a Flash Mob on Friday during the lunch session. You can watch the video here to see ME the best... It was AWE.Some. I am really visible around the 3/4 mark and on wearing a green and white tank dress with my hair all down and crazy and messing up the arm motions.

And that's about it for now. I have about a hundred more photos but most of them are a little embarrassing (I have a tendency for taking really silly pictures of myself). Also? I'm done typing.
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