We escaped to happy place again and the L’s were able to join us. Cass and Eric were roommates (in the most disgusting rental house in the history of college rental houses) but even before they met, Cass and I went to high school together. Over the years our families have grown closer and have really enjoyed doing things together. We have become “festival” buddies, which is one of my highlights every years. It’s really too much fun.
Friday night we grabbed some pizza at Tower.and after I snapped Annie’s picture he ran up and said MY TURN.and then Miss A wanted a turn too. and then we went to ice cream, of course. and then I put my camera away for the rest of the weekend. It was freakishly hot.
She had double duty in music/recital concerts. Last night piano and tonight the spring concert, where she was very excited to play the xylophone during one of the 3rd grade songs.
It was a little blustery.
As you know, this girl makes me laugh. On the ride home from the piano recital she tells me (out of the blue) that Adam Sandler and Will Ferrell are her favorite actors. Please know that she’s ONLY seen them in kid movies. AND…that she can’t wait until she’s 18 so she can watch Anchorman. Oh dear.
Annie hates taking sandwiches in her school lunch. I’ve always thought it was because she doesn’t like the gluten free bread. I learned this week that I wasn’t making the right sandwich. Monday night she had a bite of my grilled sandwich with Applegate turkey, thinly sliced red onion, Just Mayo (eggless mayo), sliced tomato and basil leaves. Turns out THAT’S the sandwich she wants in her lunch.
This girl hates taking showers, so when she came down this morning and told me that she was going to hop in the shower…well, I nearly fell over. I was bending down to feed the cat. I looked up with such astonishment that she said “MOM, YOUR FACE!!! Yay, Annie finally learns the importance of hygiene.
On the way home from the orthodontist today (gracie got an expander and they told her to talk a lot to help manage the saliva that is produced when you first get an expander), they requested Love Is An Open Door so Gracie could sing along. Gracie was the girl part and as she was singing, Annie heckled her the entire time because Gracie was singing so funny from the expander. I don’t know where she gets it.
She’s so sad that school is almost out. She loves her teacher and her friends and she loves to learn. This girl’s got a gigantic heart and and even bigger funny bone.
It was very lovely. In fact the entire weekend was lovely. Everyone chipped in to do the household “stuff.” That in itself was a mother’s day gift.
Although I have learned that Mother’s day right after earnings and in the middle of three weeks of travel provides for really good Mother’s day gifts. Can you say FEELING GUILTY?
Sunday morning the girls and I went to church. It was my turn for the month to work with a student with ASD. It was not a very cooperative day for this child, but we made it work.
This what you get when you’re trying to self timer a quick pic after the service and the kids are complaining because they just want to go home. weird stream of light.
For mother’s day I wanted to go somewhere in the Seattle area that we had not explored. I chose Discovery Park. It’s really big. Mmmm, let’s just say we weren’t really dressed for the weather and a long walk/hike. Nor did some of us have the right shoes…new white lacy toms in the muddy forest. There was much moaning and complaining.
We finally made it to the beach where my sensory kid played in the sand and got it all over herself. She was still digging sand out of the cuffs of her shorts at dinner that evening.
I love that when they only have each other, they still create elaborate imaginative play schemes.
Hot and tired and out of water (we didn’t pack any in the first place), we headed home, freshened up and met my parents for dinner.
And then we all headed back to the house to have a fire in the fire pit.
And I needed a portrait for my photography class. Gracie was a negatory so Annie let me snap one.
She is kind.
She is considerate.
She is thoughtful.
She is loyal.
She is hard on herself.
She is smart.
She is quiet.
She is observant.
She has a great sense of humor.
She is learning to be brave.
She is beautiful.
She is learning to be confident.
She is 12.
We’re lucky she is ours.
Side note: I’m taking 3 photography courses all at once, so I thought it would be a good idea to do a 12th birthday shoot. It lasted all of 30 minutes, right up until the man on the boardwalk said he saw a snake just down the path. OH, like a little gardner snake? NO, it was HUGE. Thanks. Thanks for that sir.
Happy Birthday Gracie!
I miss my old blog. I think this would be a good story for BSC. I think I need to start a weekly blog called “annie-isms” or something like that.
With the nicer days a longer light, the girls have been more inclined to be outside with friends on the week days we are home. It’s really very lovely, but it’s really interfering with getting anything done INSIDE the house i.e., chores and homework.
So I instituted a new daily chart that outlines a week of checklists. Things they absolutely have to do each day, depending on the day. Then, I decided any time we have something extra to do, I am leaving them a note. This takes out the growly “MOOOOOOOM” that I sometimes hear when I nag at them.
They came home to this note on monday:
Annie: “What note? I couldn’t read it. The font was too small.”
The school talent show is tomorrow. I hate the talent show. I’ve only taken the kids to see it one time. I get so nervous and sweaty watching all those kids go up there on stage. I don’t want anyone to do poorly. I don’t want anyone to laugh if there’s a mistake. IT FREAKS ME OUT. Guess who decided she want to be in it?
Yes. Yes, she did.
And then she decided she didn’t want to be in it. (me: silently whooping it up)
And then she decided she wanted to be back in it.
And the person organizing the show was kind enough to let her in. (me: silently swearing under my breath)
The rehearsal was yesterday afternoon. At 7 am yesterday morning, I hear a MOM, RANDOM QUESTION…DOES SHARPIE COME OFF OF YOUR SKIN?
That’s not ominous at all. She had written the rhyming words of her little song all over her hand in a nice purple sharpie.
I DIDN’T WANT TO FORGET THE ORDER OF THE VERSES. IT MATCHES MY OUTFIT AT LEAST.
Ok, but next time can I help you.
SURE BUT THAT SHARPIE WAS FROM GRANDMA. THAT’S WHAT YOU GET WHEN I GET A SHARPIE FOR CHRISTMAS.
This morning was the talent show assembly for the k-2nd graders where Annie got to “perform.” In my typical style, I sweat like a pig through the entire show, worrying about each student. Annie went on near to last. Her voice cracked in the first verse, but she continued on and she ended up sounding pretty sweet. It’s a very short (and sad) little old fashioned song about birds. She stood up there and sang it all by herself with no music or anything.
I admire her bravery.
She is making me crazy lately. Today she asked me if I was “understanding” what she was reading to me about dinosaurs.
This morning at 7:45 AM, she begged me to let her make little clay figures for her friends in her acting class. Today was the last day and she wanted to give them something. I sighed and said yes.
…because she is just like her mother. I would have wanted to do the same thing and I would have waited until the last minute, too.
NOT that I do that at all lately. Nope, not me. Ahem… I supposed that’s why I’m writing rather than doing laundry, creating yearbook pages for PTA, getting photos ready for personal yearbooks when we get back from spring break or…you name it and I should be doing it.
She tucked little cards in the envelope to share her phone number. As to be expected, she had quite the dramatic flair during their little performance they did for families. It was great!
She’s been wanting high tops FOREVER. Apparently, I’ve always said no. I’m pretty sure I said NO because the high tops she showed me were those puffy, ugly things that give me flashbacks to being a child in the 80’s. No thank you. I don’t need to re live that area of clothing. I also despise neon, tube tops, leg warmers, overalls aaaaaand off the shoulder sweatshirts.
If I had known she wanted these, I would have got them for her ages ago. Daddy got to be the hero by buying them for her. And I see our walkway is in serious need of some pressure washing.
She recently and FINALLY mastered the art of bike riding. I thought we were going to have to take her to a special bike riding class. It was NOT good.
I took her and Gracie as well as two of our neighbor friends to the park last weekend. I jogged while the 4 kids rode their bikes. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t dicey riding with Annie. I kept her between me and the road. She only turned into me 20 times. I only actually fell once. She tends to over correct. It was a very long 2 miles to the park. Of course, she thought she needed her bag of essentials. Which ended up being too much for a newbie. I jogged with it for almost a mile and then kindly asked our friend to wear it while she rode her bike (Gracie was already carrying my camera).
Apple…Tree…It does not fall far.
Essentials to Annie meant the following: snacks, a pencil, a journal AND her FEDORA. She’s really into fedoras right now. Yes, she took off her bike helmet and put on her fedora.
The kids played at the park for a bit but when it was time to go run around in the woods, Annie wanted to observe nature and journal.
Oh this kid.
This weekend, Annie randomly remembered she had some money on an amazon gift card that was left over from her birthday and Christmas.
“It’s only $19.99 on prime, Mama.” The girl is mad for prime (personally I don’t blame her).
Anyway, the toys arrived one day late, much her her disappointment. Instead of monday (a two activity day) they arrived on tuesday (a multi activity day wherein we don’t get home until 9 and then it’s time for bed). That did not deter the girls from setting them up as soon as Annie walked in the door that afternoon. They had 35 minutes to set up and play before we got out that door.
I grabbed my camera, feeling light in the heart about the two of them playing together. They don’t get much time during the week to do so and often the weekends are busy with other activities or other friends. Gracie is slowly growing less interested in play like this.
And they’re both noticing it too.
Gracie lamented to me this week that she thinks Annie doesn’t like her. I listed several examples to counter that statement.
Annie showed her feelings in a different manner entirely… by crying on the way home from her acting class last night.
“I miss my sister.” “I want her back.” “I wish she wasn’t in middle school.” “I wish we were twins so she’d always be with me.”
It was very sweet…and I think those acting classes are paying off.
couldn’t wait to get home to add her money to the coin drive. Note that her coat is only half way off.
One of our favorite teachers at school does a coin drive every year to raise money for the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society. It’s called Pasta for Pennies. The top fundraising class gets a pasta party catered by the Olive Garden.
“MOM,” she says, “I don’t care about the pasta, I just want to raise money. ”
Last night, she asked Daddy if he had any pennies, dimes, quarters or CHECKS to donate.”
I LOVE her giving heart.
I have really LOVED being home the past few years. After working part time for several years while the kids were little, it was nice to have a breather and be able to stay home with Annie before she went to kindergarten. I so loved that one on one time with her while Gracie was at school. But then she went to kindergarten and I got antsy and decided I should go back to work very part time.
That didn’t work out so well.
I’m home again, have been for a couple of years now. I spend a lot of time doing this and that, never really focusing on one thing and trying to do it well. My self worth must have been tied to my job because the further I get away from working, the more my self confidence dwindles. Crazy thoughts run through my head like “I’m really not good at anything.” I flit from one thing to another, never really stopping to take the time to focus on one thing and do it well. It sounds so selfish, but I need something for me. Something that is all mine. Something to focus my energy on. I have all these friends who are doing great things like starting their own businesses or going back to work. Then there are my friends who have always worked. Always juggled full, busy schedules. I tip my hat to them.
All these great things happening while I flit around and pick up my house 20 times a day or spend 2 hours cutting and printing decorations for a staff appreciation. It’s making me crazy.
I kicked off the new year with a photography class. It’s seriously kicking my butt. Making me so uncomfortable. I realize though that it’s exactly what I need. How will I ever grow if I don’t make myself uncomfortable, right? It feels good to have something to focus on…even if it is frustrating and challenging.
Soooo, I’ve decided to shed SOME (not all) of the BSC and start a new blog to focus on capturing THIS life -in my home and on our adventures-as I grow my photo skills and create something for me.