Monday, December 22, 2008

I'm so proud of Karilyn


On Sunday, Karilyn sang for two services in her Cherub Choir, recited part of a verse, and also played Mary in her Sunday school play. I was feeling rather apprehensive about the whole thing. I was worried we'd get sick, or Karilyn would be nervous or who knows!

The singing was first. Another mom and I stayed in back of the kids for the performances to make sure no one fell off the bleachers and to keep them "in line". They did really well for the first service. When it came time to exit the stage some of the kids went over to the other side of the stage to say their verse, while the other mom and I were supposed to help the rest exit. It didn't go so well. Some of the kids followed the other ones, one walked across the stage in the back, and one went down the steps to find her mom. I was chasing kids everywhere, in front of everyone. Yikes. I'm sure it was probably pretty humorous. It went okay during the rehearsal, so I didn't see this coming.

The second performance didn't go as smoothly as the first. Some of them were sitting, some were moving all over the place, others weren't really singing. But the exit process went well, thanks to my fear of not wanting to chase kids all over the stage again.


Then it was time for the play. Karilyn did so well. She was beaming as Mary. She looked so sweet doing all her things perfectly, except when she almost dropped baby Jesus on his head. Too bad I didn't get a picture of that.



Thursday, December 18, 2008

A puncture wound, a sliced finger, and several bruises later...

We have safer basement stairs!

I've always wanted to have our basement steps carpeted, it made me so nervous that someone could fall and get really hurt. It problem is though, I'm cheap! However, now that we are going to be using our basement more frequently, especially after Christmas, I wanted to feel safer about having the girls walk up and down the steps, especially Heidi. So I thought, how hard could it be?

I gave myself a budget of $100 and did some research. I wanted to surprise Dave and have it be one of his Christmas presents. I got all the tools I needed on Monday and went to the Habitat Restore to get the carpet and pad yesterday. I went over my budget by about $20, but I got really nice carpet.

I got to work after lunch and got 4 steps completely finished before I punctured my leg with a utility knife. Ouch! Simultaneously, Heidi woke up from her nap, prematurely, and was screaming her head off. So I called Dave, who was due home anyway. By now, he figured out what I was doing. So he came home and helped me finish. Unfortunately, there are no pictures of ME carpeting the stairs, and I did most of it. Oh well.




Don't look too closely!

The sliced finger was Dave's, on a pair of scissors, and the bruises are all mine.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The After Pictures

I'm bummed that I didn't think to get "before pictures". I spent the weekend cleaning up the basement. It was really bad! There was rice EVERYWHERE from our rice box. There were also all kinds of toys, books, and various trash items spread everywhere. I was at the point of not letting anyone down there as I would have died of embarrassment.

My motivation to clean all started Friday night when Dave and I went to an auction. I'm kind of a chicken at auctions and I'm afraid to raise my little yellow card up, so I missed out on some things. I'm hoping to get over my timidness because I really enjoy getting good deals and the whole auction atmosphere is fun, except when it's really cold like it was on Friday night.

Anyway, we weren't going to go to the auction but my mom and I just happened upon it as we were driving home from Ikea. At Ikea I bought 2 bins, a broom and a dust pan, a real exciting trip. Anyway, I am so glad we stopped at the auction.

They had a $1,900 school bus indoor play set thing. We waited and waited for the bidding to start. When it did, I handed my yellow card over to Dave and told him I didn't want to go higher than $250. I knew it was a long shot, as I thought it would go for at least $1000. I was sad when the bidding go up to $250, but then Dave bid $300 as I gasped and nearly fell off my chair. I sat there as the auctioneer did his thing, "Do I hear a $350...$350...an all maple play set...think of the grand kids...do I hear a $350?" Then after a minute he pounded his little gavel and said, "sold to seller #73." We won, I was so happy.

It's kind of cool, I had a bit of a disappointing week and I was questioning some of God's plans. I feel like God put this there for us, I've always wanted one, but knew that we couldn't fork out $2000 for one. I've had that happen countless times before, where I've wanted something or needed something and God puts it right in front of my face for free or a small amount of money. Sometimes I've had to wait a couple of years, but his timing is always worth the wait.

Anyway, I couldn't put a nice, new play set down in our dirty basement, so that's where my motivation came from. The plan is to build it on Christmas eve and surprise the girls with it. We also have a rope ladder and rings to hang.

So here are the pictures:




I did this all by myself, well almost, Dave moved a white chair for me. He was busy insulating our garage.

I'll post pictures of the new play set after Christmas.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

My favorite Quote and our Christmas lights

Karilyn got herself dressed today and said:

"I don't really kind of feel like matching much today."

In an effort to spend more time together as a family this year we are doing The 12 Dates of Christmas. We did our first one today. We took Karilyn and Heidi to see Santa. Okay, so we don't believe in Santa at our house, but they were having a santa party at my OB's office and Karilyn and Heidi LOVE going there, so I thought they would have fun. They'll be so excited, I have an appointment tomorrow too. You would be able to see Karilyn's newborn picture on the wall behind santa if the tree wasn't blocking it, and if the picture was a little bit bigger.

And here is our house all decorated:

I walked out across the wet street in my socks to get the picture. And yes, the lights over the garage aren't cooperating, thanks for noticing.

And, oh dear, Dave got another deer. A doe, I asked him if we could actually keep some of the meat this time.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Professional Gingerbread house makers, WATCH OUT!

We created some "really cool" houses today. Shall I enter them in a contest?





The pictures just don't do them justice, they are even more awful in real life. I'm really bad at gingerbread houses!

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Just some thoughts

This is going to be a long, boring post, but I wanted to put some thoughts into words and I decided to use my blog to do it. So don't feel obligated to read this or make a comment.

I've been doing some thinking and pondering lately on parenting. I try to practice gentle discipline techniques. I'm not perfect, I'm far from it, but I think a lot about how I should handle certain situations so that my girls will grow up respectful of others and with tenderness. I also read a lot of books, mostly the good ones, and if they're not good, I make comments in the margins. I guess that way if I ever suffer from amnesia, I'll know what I would want myself to do.

First, for some reason, I've been thinking about the punishment techniques some parents use. I don't really believe that punishment works, so I don't use it. I group spanking and time-outs in the punishment category. I don't believe that these should be labeled as "discipline" as some parents would suggest, I believe that discipline means guidance, not punishment. I don't see how spanking a child is guiding them to be a better person. It just doesn't make sense to me.

Actually, I think that these forms of punishment (spanking and time-outs) breed selfishness. Here's why: It may cause the child to think about what he did, but the problem lies in the fact that he can only think about how it will affect him. He is not guided to think about how his actions affect others, he makes his decisions on whether or not something might negatively affect him.

I'm going to give an example of a little boy who hits his sister. One option is that the mother gives the boy a time-out, the boy is being punished for his actions, it's a consequence that directly affects him. Life doesn't work that way. When we do something we shouldn't, it's not us who usually have to face consequences, most of the time other people are the ones who suffer for our mistakes.

The other thing the mother can do is to explain to the boy that it is wrong to hit his sister because it hurts her. She can say, "Look at her face, she is crying, that hurt her when you hit her." I believe that a kid is more willing to stop a bad behavior when they understand that it does affect other people.

Let me now translate that into adult lives. We have people who speed up and down our street. I'm sure pretty much everyone can relate to this problem. It's frustrating. I thought about it. I don't speed because I know that it could potentially harm someone else. So then I thought, why do people speed? I believe that they were raised in this selfishness way. They think about how the speeding would affect them directly, they speed because getting a ticket is not that big of a deal to them. They have lost the ability to think about how their actions might affect others.

So, today, in Heidi's Sunday school class, I got a chance to test out my theories. I went in with her because she had a bad experience last week. Even today, with me there, she wanted to leave. I quickly learned why she got so upset last week. There were a couple little kids that pushed a grabbed a lot. I think someone might have pushed her or taken something from her last week. Some people might label my child as sensitive for reacting by crying, but I see nothing wrong with being upset over being violated. Oh ya, and I'm against labels.

One little boy was particularly "bad", I used the quotation marks because I'm against labels, but for the sake of the story I had to describe him. Anyway, he grabbed toys from everyone, just to do it. The teachers in her class do a great job, but I think people just don't know how to handle such a little stinker. They told him to "share" when he grabbed toys from other kids. I have big issues with the word share. First of all, it's a big concept for a two year old to understand, especially when you just use the word "share". Some kids even think they are "sharing" because they took something from someone else, in a sense "sharing". I also wouldn't tell a child something that I would feel silly telling an adult. I wouldn't say to another adult in church, "you need to share that hymnal", I would say, "Can I also use your hymnal?"

I've found that explaining to a child what you expect him to do works so much better. Instead of using the word "share", I say something like, "Karilyn would like a turn with that doll when you are all finished." I explain it more if I need to. It takes more time to explain what you expect of a child, but it's worth it. If you're just going to say "share", than you'd actually be better off saying nothing.

So, back to Heidi's class. This little stinker went up a grabbed a toy saw and screw driver right out of her hand. Heidi started to cry. I said to him, "Look at Heidi, that made her very sad when you took the saw from her. She likes to be asked for things". I saw his little eyes kind of turn up as if he was thinking and he stood there and pondered for a minute. He didn't give the saw back, but I think at that point it would have hurt his pride too much.

Now, I'm not calling myself a miracle worker or anything, but I saw a change in that little boy. He didn't take anything from anyone else the rest of the class, and he became my little buddy. He sat by me during the story and wanted to play with me. It was like I gained his respect, I think he was glad that someone explained it to him.

So I'm trying to come up with some ways that help Heidi handle these types of situations in a way that's respectful to every party. It's hard though, since she still isn't talking much. For the time being, I think that showing her the "girl" toys and encouraging her to play with those will help since her class in mostly boys and I don't see any little boys grabbing dolls out of little girls hands. I could be wrong though, we'll see how it goes.

Now wake up and go get some coffee.

And, Valli? Did I use the right "affect", or should I have used "effect"? That one always confuses me.

Friday, November 28, 2008

The Last Straw


I've had it up to my eyeballs with the general public. We did some shopping today, I know, I'm crazy. It seems that people forget how to drive when it's busy or something. I had one lady block the entire intersection right in front of me for an entire light cycle. Traffic wasn't blocked where I was going, but because she absolutely had the be the next person into the Kohl's parking lot, all of us that were just trying to get through had to wait.

I'm tired of being run into, pushed, cut off, etc. in stores. My sister and I used to pretend to be rude people in stores and run into each other on purpose. We laughed and laughed!

But, the last straw just happened at the post office. So I just had to mail a simple package. I walked in and there was this THIN person moving very slowly, you know, the kind of person that's "thin", like a straw. Well, this one was a little on the obese side and it was obviously interfering with her ability to walk. Me, being the nice person that I am, didn't try to hurry up and get past her in the short walk from the door to the line for the counter. I just casually walked slowly, after all she did enter the door before I did. It would have to be a very rude person to run ahead and cut her off, right?

But then out of no where, this second THIN person enters the scene. This one was a little less obese, so she was able to maneuver herself rudely in front of me, but she didn't darn cut the other THIN person.

Wait a minute!

I was like, did she actually just do that?

Then, it's "her" turn to go up the the counter and she takes FOREVER! She had the postal worker pull out every kind of stamp that was available and took her good old time deciding on which ones to buy.

I had a simple package, one minute's worth of counter time.

I can help but wonder if she would have cut me in line if I was THIN like her?

Okay, I know I might of lost some of you with my "thin" comments. If you are curious I'll fill you in on the whole story. Those of you who do understand, do you like my title, ironic eh?