Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Back again

The thing is...I am back. For such a long, long time I couldn't gain access to the blog and now, all of the sudden, I can get back on. Who knows what is going on. I don't know and I don't care. I will start updating our family adventures again soon....

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Private Journal

I feel so free!  I decided to make our family blog "private" and not invite anyone to read it!!  Mwah ha ha ha!  The thing is:  The trend with blogging these days is people say that they are using them as a 'journal', which may be true, but lets be honest here.....it's not.  You can't really write your true honest deep down feelings, the ups and downs  when you know that someone is reading it that very day.  Now, true journals someone is going to read it...but hopefully when you are dead.
So, I kept the blog, because it is a great journaling tool.  I can add pictures and everything.  And, I can print it.  I probably won't.  But I could.

I am typing this during my 23rd to the last day of teaching preschool at my house.  I have done this for 3 years now.  I am done.  I think that teaching for 16 or so years is enough. 
I would love to just be a stay at home mom and actually be able to clean my home properly and bake bread and can and greet my boys after school with warm cookies and be able to give my time to serving others (see, if I wrote that on a public blog, people would think I was cheesy, or self-righteous).  I am just a little scared.  And quite honestly, a little scared.  I have NEVER been able to just be a mom and wife.  I feel bad because it is coming when my boys are going to be in school full time.  I feel bad that I wasn't able to do it when they were little.  Oh well, better late than never.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

A written conversation.

During the summer, Remy was able to go to Cub Scout day camp.  While he was there, he was able to purchase a small bottle of dissapearing ink.  This cherished bottle of ink has provided hours of pranking fun.
Yesterday I went to walk down the stairs and I stepped in something wet.  It was dissapearing ink.  I tracked down the culprit, as I followed the trail of ink down the stairs.


I knew that Remy would never waste his precious ink that way.

I informed Tate that he would have to do extra chores around the house to earn money to give to Remy so he could buy some more ink. 

Today, Tate started his work detail and earned .50 towards the $2 he owes his brother.

Later on tonight  Remy came to me and asked for the rest of the money.  I informed him that Tate still needed to work it off.

He then brought me the following note:

Make shore Tate gets me 2 dollars by tomorrow or I will be upset.
Sine Here:________________________________________

We then proceeded to  have the following written conversation:

Me: Remy, I will work on Tate getting you the money, but we are going to do some fun things tomorrow, so I am not sure if he will have enough time to do all the work he needs to earn all the money tomorrow.

Remy: I need it to be in my hands by Friday or Saturday! 

Me: I think you are being a little demanding, don't you think?

Remy: No

Me: I love you!

Remy: I need an answer!

He's gonna make a swell salesman one day.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011


The boys and I were able to go with Madeline and her family and Jerolynn's family to Cornbelly's a couple of weekend's ago.  I hadn't been since Remy was in kindergarten, and boy it was a blast!

They have so much to do there.  The kids ran from activity to activity and we didn't even get to do everything we (we, meaning the kids here, you know) wanted to before it got dark.

Here are some cute pictures of the kids having fun.


The kids loved everything, but the cow train and this big rocking chair were their favorites!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Jane Eyre, Revisted

I had a friend of mine ask about this post.  So, Amber, this is for you:

My dear Reader, I feel inclined to share my tale of chivy with you....

I have thus been reading Charlotte Bronte's novel Jane Eyre and as I have an inclination to do, I poured myself into the novel, becoming too intertwined with one, Jane Eyre.

Thus when my dashing Mr. Rochester arrived home from work, I was in such a disposition to receive interminable love, affection, attention and doting from my master.
He, on the other hand, was fatigued from his long work day. He was long past doting and doing anything but cleansing himself from the mire of his work with a long, soothing shower.

My Mr. Rochester entered the sanctuary of our washroom where he was greeted by the ingenious artwork entitled "half a tube of toothpaste on the bathroom mirror" painted by young Master Tate.
He balked at the newly painted masterpiece and cried out in choler as to why Mater Tate should be allowed to utilize our washroom and toothpaste to contemplate on the artistic things of the world.

In doing so poor Mr. Rochester spilled a whole cup of Q-tips on the floor.

I, sensing his displeasure, made a mental note to fire the maid and governess for their lack of attention to the "creative" outbursts of Master Tate. Mr. Rochester should never behold such a spectacle upon retiring to the washroom for a steamy shower.

Nevertheless, Reader, I bid you to come with me into my thoughts as I watched poor Mr. Rochester ceremoniously cleaning up the Q-tips.

Thought I; Phooey with the Q-tips. Come hug me, love me, behold my presence! Am I not more consequential than Q-tips?

"Leave yonder Q-tips, and come to me dear husband!" I called.

"I am cleaning up my mess." Mr. Rochester replied.

"Come Now, forget the Q-tips which do easily beset you, come to me, I shall have the maid clean them up later!!" I replied.

"I am Cleaning Up My Mess." Mr. Rochester replied with brevity.

"Oh, dear me, am I lowlier than a Q-tip in thine eyes?" I called as tears stained my eyes.

I am Jane Eyre, love me Mr. Rochester!

Reader, I shall not be reading romantic love stories, no matter how classic, for a long while. I am too emotionally involved in them.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Summer Day's #18-25

While the cousins were here, this is  how we spent some of our time:

Mastering the art of QWOP (thanks cousin Trajan!)

Friday, July 8, 2011

Summer Day's #17

All the kiddies.

The water was freezing!! Remy didn't care, though!!


Okay, I figured that I would tweak this a bit. I am only going to post, um, novel things that we do. I mean, how many posts of us folding clothes can you take, right?

On Wednesday we went to the splash park with the Flinders. The city built this splash park and it opened about a week ago. It is so small compared to the sheer number of kids that are in the city that we all had a good laugh. But, so far it hasn't been too over run. We'll see if it stays that way.