Sunday, October 30, 2011

Orbs of Orange...


This is one of my favorite family outings of the year.

The pumpkin patch


Last Sunday we went, with grandparents in tow...


We're off!






Which is lighter... the phone... or the pumpkin?  Hmmmm.



Rylan's pick...


Owen's pick... (for reasons that I have yet to understand...)



Jordan's pick...


Colin's pick....a stick.



Time to head back and check out the rest of the place...




















Happy Hallowe'en!

Simple Woman's Daybook Entry

 

Outside my window...  The afternoon sun is melting the last of the snow tunnel the kids built on Thursday

I am thinking... That I am sooo happy that this very busy (fun.... but busy) weekend is drawing to a close.

I am thankful... For the wonderful church family that we have.  Despite our two year absence (more or less) it always feels good to see familiar faces and feel the instantaneous community.

From the Learning Rooms... This was our 'off' week.  Tomorrow we are back at it for another three weeks.  We will be floating pumpkins in the bathtub, counting seeds and measuring... all that fun stuff.  Lots of fun projects lined up for tomorrow.

In the kitchen...  Tonight it is Tilapia. Sunday usually means fish is on the menu.

I am wearing... A black 3/4 sleeve and jeans.  With dirt on the knees.  I wore a nice skirt, hose and nice shoes to church this morning and it damn near killed me.  I have been wearing tennis shoes for a solid five weeks now, trying to turn my plantar fasciitis around.  I get my orthotics in two weeks.  Yeah!  I was in agony today, after only two hours.  I even had to hobble to the car.  No more skirts for a long while...

I am creating...  I finished sewing Rylan's ladybug skirt Wednesday, and finished painting Jordan's papier mache Stag Beetle head and carapace on Thursday.  I am 'done' with projects for a little while...

I am going... out with some fellow homeschooling moms for a night out on Thursday.  Archery!  It is loads of fun... and I am looking forward to the wine/beer and conversation afterwards...

I am wondering...   About a little boy I saw at the church's Trunk-or-Treat this afternoon.  He was dressed as Dracula, but he had a shaved head.  I wonder if he has cancer.  I ache inside when I see little kids have to go through something like that.

I am reading...  Watermelon, by Marian Keyes.  (What still??)  I have read about another seventy pages since I mentioned it in my last SWDE last August.  I also have The Brightest Star in the Sky, by Marian Keyes, and Promise Not to Tell, by Jennifer McMahon.  All three are current or previous bookclub reads.  I'm a little behind.  I also checked out One Hundred Names for Love, by Diane Ackerman, because on my Facebook feed, author Elizabeth Berg recommended it after she read and fell in love with the first line.  She is right - it is an amazing first line.  It is also the longest first line I have ever read.  I have a new way of getting in some reading everyday.  Just like setting my timer for Fly Lady cleaning sprints, I also set a timer for 15 minutes to get in a little reading.  I try and do it twice a day.  Reading at bedtime is a no-go.  I am asleep before I can even get a page in.

I am hoping... To get in a decent amount of school this week.

I am looking forward to... Getting some projects going.  I have some committee work to get done, a blog post series launched and some files systems to put in place.

I am hearing...  Nora Jones Radio on Pandora.  Sarah McLachlan is currently playing.  I have also been listening to the new Coldplay release, Mylo Xyloto.  I love, love, love the fifth track, Us Against the World.  Wow.

Around the house... Carving pumpkins tonight.  Oh.  Boy.

I am pondering...   How to get over the initial smell of an open pumpkin that makes me want to hurl.

One of my favorite things...  Watching the kids walk around in their costumes and carry their treat bags.  They are so cute... They are growing up way to fast.

A few plans for the rest of the week... Candyfest tomorrow night, and then back to a fairly quiet routine for the next three weeks.  I love fall, but I am so glad that October is essentially over.  I am ready to move on.

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing...

The first snowfall of the season came late on Tuesday night, and lasted most of Wednesday.  Thursday morning came and I tromped out into the front yard to snap a few frost pictures.  I was dressed appropriately in my pjs, pink bathrobe and Sorel's.  The neighbors *love* me...







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Thank you to my husband for taking the kids to the park so I could have some time to write...  :)

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Sniff..



My grandma Betty was married to a Finn.  The Finn side of the family held a small reunion in Denver last weekend, since some out-of-state relatives were going to be in town.  During the meal, my mom's cousin played a sound recording made in the early 60's (I think...)  I got to hear my great grandfather's voice for the first time, and hear some of my mom's cousins who were, of course, much younger then.  It felt a little surreal, but it was very cool.

After the event had ended and we were gathering our stuff and heading out, my mom's sister, who (along with her husband) had moved back to their hometown a few years ago to help look out for my grandma, approached me with a small black purse.  It had a little butterfly embroidered on the side, and I recognized it immediately.  It was grandma Betty's purse.  She told me that she had figured Rylan might like to have it.  Inside was grandma's coin purse, a couple of lip balms, a head scarf and a rain cap.  I glanced at the items, and felt a wave of sadness wash over me.  My aunt got teary too and said that the six-month mark of grandma's passing had just come and gone a couple of days ago - and she was right... it didn't even occur to me that it had already been that long.  It seems like just yesterday.

We packed up, and while everyone else left the community event center, we reparked in front of an adjacent playground and I let the kids play for awhile to burn off some energy.  It was a beautiful fall afternoon.  Owen repeatedly launched his toy tractor off of the slide.  Colin followed suit with his little orange VW Bug.  Rylan and Owen tussled over the tractor.  Aaaand it was time to go.  We loaded back into the car, and Rylan got into her seat and began digging into the little purse.  I was buckling in Colin, who sits in front of Rylan, and Rylan thrusted the plastic rain cap towards my face.  "Mama, what's this?"  I answered, "That was grandma's rain cap to protect her hair from the rain.  See? (I begin to open it up)  It goes on like..."  And then my knees buckle.  I literally had to hold onto the side of Colin's seat in order not to keel over.  And then I started to sob uncontrollably.

Sniff.

As I had opened the cap, the scent of my grandma, as clear as day, as if she were standing right next to me, sent a jolt right through me.  My body reacted before my mind did.  My heart ached.  My lungs hurt.  I felt worse than when I heard the sad news that she had passed.  I felt worse than I did at the funeral.  I felt worse than the moment when I placed my hand on her casket for one last goodbye.  Because six months have passed and the finality of it all hurts so very much... she really is.... gone. 

A little bit of baby powder..

A little bit of floral...

A little bit of arthritic cream..

After we got home, I put the rain cap and the head scarf into a ziploc bag and placed them with my other treasures.  The small glass container shaped like a strawberry that was my great-grandmother Stella's.  The pink and white beaded necklace that my aunt Janet gave me when I was little.  A B&W picture of my grandpa Orin standing by a gigantic sunflower.  A lock of baby hair from each of my children.  The ashes from Kai and Yuki, my huskies.  All of the items are a visual, tangible memory.  Yet, I think this latest edition evoked the most powerful, emotional recall I have ever experienced.

Okay, enough sadness... I need to leave you with a laugh and a smile.

Speaking of ashes, I remember the time I climbed Aurthur's Rock with Abby and Yuki, the day before Thanksgiving, 2004.  It was also Kai's birthday and she would have turned 14.  There was snow on the ground, and it was cold and windy.  I tossed some of Kai's ashes (she had passed away five months before) into the breeze.  And it blew right back into my face.  That is a memory that has smell and taste associated with it.  The cremated remains of my dog... did not taste very good.  But it did actually make me laugh.  I smiled and took a picture of myself, my old girl Yuki, and my new puppy Abby.  I added that picture to my profile on eHarmony, which I had just joined the week before.  I wanted more pictures of me on there, showing me doing the things I loved to do.  Because I had 'met' someone.  His name was Dean.

It's amazing... the memory-journey sights, sounds and smells can take us on


Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Stickers? Are you SERIOUS?


We're in the midst of appointment week.  (What, again?  Weren't we just here??)  Yesterday was our busiest day.  Jordan saw his psychiatrist and counselor in the morning, then karate, and then the older three got flu shots in the afternoon.  I made them all get the shot instead of the nose mist - for two reasons: A) the amount of paperwork was silly - checklists to fill out for each child   B) Owen can't have the mist because he has RSV and is prone to pneumonia, so he had to get a shot anyway.  We were in and out of that appointment in 17 minutes - which I think beats last year's record - I remember even posting a comment about it on Facebook.

Anyway...

I am getting increasingly frustrated with both the psychiatrist and counselor.  Jordan sees the psychiatrist, 'Dr. S' sort of sporadically.  Sometimes it's monthly, but when things are going well, it spreads out to two or three months.  Things have not been going well lately.  Dr. S prescribes all of the behavior modification meds that Jordan takes.  Each visit he talks with me (and Jordan) about Jordan's behavior, does a weight check and routinely orders a blood draw just to make sure that everything is copacetic.  Each morning Jordan takes 20 mg of Vyvanse as soon as he wakes up.  The first behavioral transgression (ie - he does something obnoxious) typically happens within 2 minutes of him leaving his bedroom, so yes - I, in a not-so-nice voice, tell him to go take his pill.  The pill is a twelve-hour slow release, and then he takes 0.5 mg of Risperidone and 2 mg of Melatonin about an hour before bedtime.  Both meds are to help him sleep and even out the highs and lows.  Before we tried the evening meds, Jordan would routinely stay awake until midnight, and not sleep well at all.

At boy scout summer camp this past June, Jordan brought his meds with him, and had to hand them over to the camp office for the week.  It was his responsibility to remember to go and take his meds each day.  He was able to do this just fine.  We liked that he was taking responsibility like that, so we continued with that routine when he got home.  He remembers about 60% of the time.  We use a day-of-the-week pill case, so that way he doesn't get confused about whether he already took his meds or not.  Jordan's attention span is such that if I ask him to take his meds in the morning, he will get distracted by 10 different things on the way up to the medication closet.  Half the time he forgets what he was supposed to do, and just gets in the shower instead.  So I have to make a concerted effort to watch him take it.

Our visit with Dr. S last month did not go well.  It was our first visit since early summer - when things were going well.  On the way to our 10:40 am appt., Jordan was being especially antsy in the car.  Uh-oh.  "Jordan, did you take your meds?".  "Uh.... no?"  Damn it.   Then again, I like it when his Drs. can see him in all his glory - then they know what we are up against.  each.  and.  every.  day.  Dr. S asked (again - can't he write it down??) when does Jordan typically take his meds.  I told him the same thing I always tell him - 8 am, unless he forgets to take it.  Dr. S asked what I meant by he forgets to take it.  I told him it was Jordan's responsibility to remember to take it - I just remind him when I realize he is bouncing off the walls and hasn't taken it.  Dr. S's face actually turned red.  Red!  He was livid that we would do that.  He said, "If my name is on that bottle - it is the parents responsibility to give it to him.".  Well.  okay.... geesh.

Then he brought up stickers.  We could do a sticker chart.  If Jordan remembers by a certain time that he needs to take his meds, then he gets a sticker.  Otherwise, at the appointed time, I am to give him his pill.  Really?  A sticker?  The boy is eleven, for Pete's sake.  E*L*E*V*E*N.  He doesn't 'do' stickers.  In fact - he never has liked stickers.  I don't know if he had a bad run-in with a WalMart greeter as a small child or what - but he does not 'do' stickers.  And we've covered this with Dr. S before.  Several times.  So, as I was saying, last month's appointment did not go well.  I brought Colin into Dr. S's personal office (two smaller rooms w/in the clinic - one room is the room with the chairs that the patients and family members sit in to chat, and the other room is where Dr. S's desk is).  Colin was everyplace, and that 20 minute appointment seemed to go on forever.  Dr. S has two small children of his own, yet even though I had to leave my chair 20 times to go retrieve Colin from his office (I eventually just stayed standing), he never once thought to close the office door to solve the problem.  He just sat there, clearly looking annoyed with me.  The man has children.  Yet he has no idea what 'having children' means.  People like that REALLY irritate me.  He should know.  I know plenty of moms (and a few dads) that just intuitively know how to help you when your children are giving you a hard time.  They plant their bodies in a certain position so that a toddler can't escape a certain area.  They lend a helpful hand, a tissue, a cracker... whatever is deemed necessary at the time.  This man clearly has no experience with this.

He validated my theory about his inexperience during this most recent appointment.  By stating, again, that a sticker chart would be helpful for Jordan.  (Again - doesn't this man realize that Jordan is eleven??)  I was asking for some concrete things to try with Jordan during those difficult evening hours between 5-9 pm, when the meds have worn off.  He came up with stickers.  I bet that during his clinical study years, he missed the class that offered concrete exercises to try with kids, yet attended the one on stickers.  Because that seems to be the only trick up his sleeve.  Stickers.  I even left the kids in the car, watching a movie, so that I could be fully present to discuss the issue and get something other than the suggestion of stickers.  He is still clearly annoyed with me and thinks that maybe my expectations for good behavior are a bit too high.

(What is it with people telling me to lower my expectations lately...?)

Here is my rant.  I am sick and tired of spending lots of time, energy and money (thank goodness for insurance) to go see these "professionals" who don't truly understand what it is like to live 24/7 with a child that has ADHD.  And not just the doctors... most everyone does not truly understand how mentally exhausting it is. Oh I know, I know.. harness the mental creativity and redirect it.  "ADHD is a gift."  Some days I truly feel cursed.  I go to the Dr.s not just for the drugs (because I concluded long ago that I could not go through another day of out-of-control spastic behavior, and take care of three other demanding children as well), but for the advice and counsel on how to help Jordan - yet there is none of that forthcoming!  The counselor offers no concrete suggestions for Jordan on how he can help himself when it comes to making and keeping friends.  The psychiatrist can offer no help or advice on steps Jordan can take to begin work on self-regulation other than a childish sticker chart.  I asked Dr. S for advice on a very specific thing: steps that Jordan could take during his weekly boy scout meeting (it occurs in the evening - not his best time of day) to help him minimize distractions and he suggested moving the meeting to a Saturday afternoon.  You've got to be kidding me!  Yes - I am just going to call up the entire troop and request that the 40 or so troop members switch things up so that Jordan's needs are met.  I can't even begin to wrap my head around the ridiculousness of this suggestion and that he actually posed it as a serious consideration.  He doesn't think Jordan is capable of any attempts to self-regulate yet.  Bullshit.  Children are capable if you give them a chance.  He has proven that he can memorize boy scout stuff- protocols for this and that and the other.  He can certainly memorize a protocol for what he needs to do to be able to get through a boy scout meeting with minimal distraction and goofing off.

See?  It's easy...


1. Sit at least 1 foot away from his nearest neighbor (he has issues with invading personal space)
2. Don't touch or talk to your neighbor.
3. Hold an appropriate 'fiddle' object - like a single Lego - it keeps his hands busy and his mind focused
4. Don't blurt out - keep comments to self and watch, wait and listen until it is time to talk
5. Keep repeating your question in your mind until it is okay to ask it.
6. Form pictures in your mind about what the Scout Master is talking about to help you stay focused.

Wow.  I am way better than a licensed professional.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Lowering my expectations



I am not perfect.

 Our homeschooling group has a once-a-month meeting to discuss a couple of business items and then the rest of the time is open discussion.  There is usually a lot of coffee-drinking and knitting going on.  In order to give the open discussion time a sense of purpose/direction, we began the 'school' year with the thought that we would assign a topic of discussion for each meeting.  Last month was my turn (the first of these 'topic' meetings), and I chose 'Organization' - a topic near and dear to my heart.

I am not perfect.

I am not even close to being organized...but my closet is.  Two out of eight file drawers are.  My canned goods are.  And so are the band aids.  It ends about there.   Fly Lady is helping me each and every day to get the CHAOS (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome) under control.  She is also helping me keep my perfectionistic tendencies under control as well.  Dave Ramsey is helping me keep the financial stuff organized.  The past couple of months have seen a great deal of change around here - and most of it has been inside my head.

I am not perfect.

I went to this meeting to present the topic of Organization as it pertains to homeschooling.  Which means it also includes cleaning/shopping/cooking/list-making/planning/acquisition of materials and so forth.  I have struggled for four solid years now to find what works for me.  Which is ridiculous because our family is not static.  Kids grow and their needs change.  What worked six months (heck, six weeks) ago will not work now.  All I yearn for is the peace of mind that I am not letting any kid fall through the cracks academically, that the vermin are kept at bay with a semi-clean home, and that we have more to eat than just dried-out baby carrots and moldy cheese in the fridge.

I am not perfect.

I have spent the last four years making lists, charts, spreadsheets...  I love doing that.  Executing the ideas is a totally different topic for discussion.  But at least I look organized - on paper.  I have modified these lists over the years... and kept all of the old files as I made new ones, so I can look back and see how the modifications have grown - there is knowledge there - it helps me see what direction I am taking - and what I am striving for as an educator.  The number and complexity of details grow as well - and you can easily tell the difference between planning when you have two kids versus four.

I am not perfect.

I brought a copy of everything with me because, surely, at least one would resonate with someone at the meeting, and give them an idea or two for their situation.  I passed the copies around the meeting table and the papers went through about 20 different pairs of hands. 

Lists such as:

* annual goals
* short term/long term goals (as you define)
* lesson plans for the term
* materials needs (library books, household goods for science experiments, art supplies)
* curriculum on hand - what you will need in the future and when (think workbooks) - and so you don't buy something for the next kid in line when you already have it
* time-keeping records (not completely necessary in our state - I do it just for me)
* menu planning
* shopping lists
* packing lists
* cleaning schedule
* daily schedule
* record-keeping for ideas/websites/field trips/stores
* expenditures (which is a crime that they are NOT tax-deductible)

I am not perfect.

Twenty years ago I was in a car accident and received a closed-head injury.  It changed my life.  It meant the rigor of college had to wait another decade.  I have no short-term memory.  I have to write everything down.  I have to have reminders.  The busier I am, the more stressed I am, the more likely I will forget something or get totally side-tracked.  These lists aren't to make me look like Martha Stewart Does Homeschool.  They are to keep me sane.  I didn't make them for an audience to say, "See what a perfect homeschooling mom I am??"  I made them FOR ME.

I am not perfect.

As I was busy talking, explaining, telling stories and passing yet another list around... I could feel what some of the people were thinking.  Their eyes were glazed over.  Passing glances said it all.  I had crossed over the line into crazy-list-lady-ville and now the reputation has stuck.  I am keeping my head low.  I don't want to share with just anyone anymore - especially people I don't know.  I am not even crazy about sharing it here - BUT - 'here', on the world-wide-web, is where I got most of my ideas in the first place - from other homeschool moms that were desperate for organization themselves.

I am not perfect.

But that does not mean I will lower my standards.

(Even when it comes to homemade birthday cakes or Halloween costumes)

Friday, October 21, 2011

Don't be flaky



Your children are watching

If you say you will do something and then don't...

they won't forget.. and worse.. they will emulate

Promises will lose their magic and threats will lose their potency



Your friends and coworkers are watching

If you say you will do something and then don't...

You may be passed up in the future

Opportunities will go elsewhere... to others who are more reliable



If you say you will do something and then don't...

You are setting in motion a behavior that will destroy your reputation and credibility

And that, in the end, is the only thing you can truly call your own


Don't be flaky

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Shopping with children sucks




I didn't get my grocery shopping done last weekend.  So I have gone to the store every day this week.  I hate that.  I've also had to take kids with me.  Today, I took one of my coveted copies of Taste of Home with me to shop for a particular recipe for dinner tonight.  Big Mistake.  Because of course I'm going to be distracted by four little urchins.  And of course I am going to leave something behind.  And it might as well be the damn recipe I just bought a whole bunch of food for. 

I always double check that I have everything before I leave.  Four children?  Check.  Are all four mine?  Purse?  Keys?  Sunglasses?  The checker knew I had that magazine with me, because she fished it out of the shopping cart and handed to me.  But I obviously left it behind, and I didn't realize it until I got home this afternoon and got ready to start making the spaghetti sauce.  Damn.

I called the store.  I was on hold for fifteen minutes.  The checkstands are like thirty feet away from the service counter.  WTF?  I keep the phone to my ear, and I call back on my cell phone.  I am put on hold again.  Great... Hall and Oates - IN STEREO!  Nope... can't find it.  I described it in detail - including the NEON PINK post-it that is in plain sight.  Nope... can't find it.  (cough, cough, bullshit)

Mom arrives to pick up an onion (bless her), so she stays and I drive back to the store to look for myself.  The store also happens to be 20 minutes away, since we stopped there on the way home from karate.  I pull up - and hey look - our cart is still where I left it.  No luck.  I go inside.  I check out the check stand I went through.  And well, wouldn't you know... there is a bright pink stickie, calling out to me.  In plain view.  Right there, right where the checker is standing.  Except that it is a different checker.  So nice of the first lady to stash it there... so it could be forgotten.  So nice for the legally blind courtesy clerk to claim it was taken by another customer.

King Soopers?  Fail.

I hate forgetting things.  I hate that I can't get my act together and get the shopping done late on a Saturday evening like I am supposed to.  Without children.  How else can I sneak a candybar into the shopping cart?