Is It Naptime Yet

Way back in October, well I think it was October, we visited Roo’s N More Zoo in Moapa, Nevada. We went there in April this year too, or somewhere around that time, but I never got around to posting pictures from that visit.

Jon had taken the originally scheduled day off of work so he could go, but then it rained all day and night, and even the morning of, so our group had to postpone our trip. Since we rescheduled it to the following week, he wasn’t able to go. For the day we were suppose to go, we decided to go bowling, and I got the lowest score. Apparently I should use the bumpers too. Jon did alright, but I bowled pitifully.

I was going to do a quick blog of what we did in October, but there were just too many cute pictures, so I decided I’d just get on the ball and overwhelm my reader(s) with a post a day while I play catch up. So here’s to hoping I can get the other needed posts out of the way over the next few days.

Lilah was willing to hold any animal she could get her hands on.
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While Eden mostly kept her distance but did pet a few of the animals.
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A fun and very slow sloth.
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Petting the sloth.
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The baby otter kissing and making noises in Lilah’s ear.
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The super cute baby African porcupine.
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Lilah took this picture of me holding the baby otter.
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A baby kangaroo in a mommy’s pouch. I think it had only been born a week or so before.
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Eden petting a 3 1/2 legged desert tortoise.
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The monkey eating Lilah’s hair.
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Gotta love that smile.
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Eden didn’t want to hold the monkey by herself, so I made her tag along while I played with the monkey.
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The monkey also liked my camera case.
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Why yes, that is a python wrapping itself around my daughter’s waist.
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See, it’s not that big of a snake, and no, I did not hold or touch it.
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The girls with the kangaroo sculpture.

Lilah:

Being so excited for the triops. I had to ban you from mentioning them while you were still saving money in September. You were so excited to hatch them and take care of them.

Enjoying Roo’s N More Zoo. You held every animal and loved it.

Going down a hill in a wagon and missing a tree by only 4 inches or so. Apparently I screamed a little and your friends thought it hilarious. (I had just gone over and told you guys to move so none of the kids would hit the tree.)

Being so excited for Halloween and your costume.

Helping with Alex at the park. Helping Sam with Matilda. You’re going to be a great babysitter some day.

Playing Eden’s recorder. I’m wondering if you really wanted to take recorder this term.

Being excited to be a mummy for Halloween.

Learning how to pronounce whoppers correctly. You used to say woo-pers.

Waving and saying bye to some of the people who gave you candy on Halloween night.

Eden:

Petting some of the animals at the zoo. You didn’t hold any but you still had fun.

Going down the hill in the wagon and tipping over. Just a minute before I had said that it would probably be my kid who tips over in the wagon, and it was. You were a little hurt and scared, but just fine overall.

Practicing your recorder. For some reason you love to practice when I want to take a nap.

Asking if I could make that broccoli casserole, just without the broccoli.

Eating a whole bowl of granola with yogurt and then telling me you didn’t like it.

Telling Lilah, “I just want to chill.” while in your bath relaxing.

Jon:

Letting the girls play Mario Cart right after they wake up.

Watching the new 30 Rock with me on Netflix and always falling asleep.

Going to the store for applesauce and bananas when I was sick and coming home with a lot more. Milk, eggs, two kinds of apples, applesauce, mango applesauce (ick), cookies, and decorative gourds. (Lilah wanted the gourds and I had actually been telling her no.)

Decorating the table with the gourds and other things we had, like squash and pomegranates, and then Lilah came and put Halloween rings on it.

Watching birth and cesarean videos on youtube.

Adding more and more stuff to your fall centerpiece. I think it might take over the table.

You buying candy from companies who have signed a fair trade declaration. Then me not remembering what companies to buy and you declaring, “Little slave children helped make this candy.” I’m sorry you had to give it away because we had so many trick or treaters. (I was going to return the candy.)

Last week I went to my 10 year high school reunion. I wasn’t sure how I was going to like it, but it turned out to be lots of fun.

I went with my friend Tiffany Keegan because I didn’t want to buy two over-priced tickets that would pay for alcohol we wouldn’t be drinking. The joys of an open bar at events like these. Jon also thought I would have more fun without him, since I have a tendency to worry about him and how he’s doing at things like this. I asked around on Facebook and convinced Tiffany to go with me, since she didn’t want to go alone but wanted to attend. Tiffany and I have known one another since we were 9 and even though we haven’t been constant, close, friends this whole time, we didn’t even hang out in high school except when we had classes together, but she is definitely my longest friend. As we drove over to the reunion together, it was obvious time had past, but we also felt so comfortable around one another that it hadn’t mattered. We talked, joked, reminisced, and enjoyed seeing each other. I loved seeing here and hearing about her family that I was once knew intimately.

We arrived right on time, and finding out who to talk to was a little odd at first. Overall, the reunion seemed to be a lot of people I did not know well in high school, but there were a few gems in the crowd which made it all worth it and I enjoyed seeing people in person, rather than just seeing what they were up to over Facebook.

I would say the highlight of my night was seeing my old friend Royi Moas. Royi and I had a huge flirtation/crush on one another our senior year, but it never went anywhere. (I’m a sucker for intelligent guys who listen, and the summer before our senior year we hung out a lot when I was house-sitting and he listened to me ramble on about a missionary I was writing and I made it “painfully obvious” that I would not date Royi, or even if I did, I had this other guy whom I thought I would marry. So, I don’t really blame him for not dating me. I don’t think I’d date me either after I think about it.) I’m actually happy it didn’t go anywhere because there were no odd, old boyfriend vibes, just wonderful to see one anther vibes. His super sweet fiance later told me I was on his list of people who he wanted to see, so I felt special.

I also loved seeing and hearing what class mates where up to. It was interesting to see who they had become/ were becoming. One of my biggest surprises was a classmate who is now a server at Ceasar’s and married to a cocktail waitress. It’s not so surprising that this would happen, but I never imagined this guy, in this scenario. (Brian Kong is his name since I will probably not remember who later, and she was the cutest/nicest cocktail waitress I’ve ever seen.)

I didn’t take a lot of photos, but they had a photographer there so I was able to lift a few from her site.

Me in my dress with Lilah.
Story behind the dress: I needed something “formal,” but totally could have gotten away with my black dress, but now I’m prepared for a real formal, and I love shopping. I found this dress at Savers for $20, bought and made the bolero for $23, and had to clean it for $12. I found it ironic that a $20 dress started to add up so quickly. I like it long, but wish I had shortened it because I felt like a nun in my long dress compared to what other people were wearing, and might still do so. I am also glad I left it long because I didn’t realize I hadn’t shaved till I went to put lotion on that night. Yeah, that would not have been cute.
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Kristen Routh (one of our valedictorians), and her boyfriend Joseph Henle (an up and coming UFC fighter), and me. Never would I imagine her with a UFC fighter, which he wasn’t at first, but they make the cutest and most perfect couple.
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Adam Mills, me, and Tiffany Keegan. (I wish I had gotten one with just her and me at some time, but did not.)
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Me and Royi.
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This is Jeremiah, Stephanie Sandford’s husband, and Adam London, Alana Isbell’s husband and what happens when you ask a friend’s husband to take a picture? He takes a picture of himself and who’s by him. Silly Adam.
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Me, Allan Smith, Alana London, and Stephanie Sanford.
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Pictures the photographer took:

Stephanie, Me, Tiffany, Amanda Morrisey, and Katy Brown.
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The story behind me in the above picture.: So I was talking with some friends and a classmate hands me her camera as she pulls in two of the people I was talking to in for a picture. I was getting ready to see what she wanted me to take a picture of when a husband of one of the friends takes the camera from me and says I should get in the picture. Now I knew the girl, but I wasn’t close friends with her at all. So this picture is taken by a few cameras and the photographer that was hired for the event. Then the photographer is like, “Give me a cheer!” and I realized it was a picture of all the cheerleaders! What makes this picture even funnier to me is the one who had handed me her camera is actually giving me a side ways look, and is probably wondering what the heck I’m doing in the frame. I had the husband take one more without me in it, so the cheerleader had the photo she had wanted originally, and though the other pictures the photographer took were not as nice, she still got one that did not include me with all the other cheerleaders.
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Alana, me, Katy, Stephanie, and Danielle Henrie.

After the night ended I brought Tiffany back to my place to get her car. We talked a little longer then I changed and met some friends for karaoke. It was lots of fun, except all the smoke. It was a bar only, so it was full of smokers and I literally wanted to throw up afterwards because the smell was so bad. (It was terrible in the place, but for some reason it was even worse after.) I even took a shower at 2 am and if you know me, you know I hate taking showers only 7 hours later, since I had to take one before church, because the smell was that bad.

I initially wrote this for my blog, but since I was seeing the quote on Facebook, I decided to put it as a note on there also. I wanted my friends who had been posting the quote to possibly see it, but not hijack their comment thread. A friend gave me a link to a wonderful blog post, who said it much more eloquently than me. I suggest you read mine, then hers, because then mine just sounds really lame if you read it second, where if you read mine first, it just sounds less lame once you read the other one.

I’ve been seeing this quote on Facebook:

Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along. The one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

First, there are two ways to ways to look at this quote.

I’ll go with the more shallow interpretation first. For some girls it takes longer to be picked, or married, so easy lying apples, get married first.

So I’m an easy apple because I was married young, like super young, at 18.

I would never say I know what it’s like to be single for a long time, because I was single for all of 3 months of marrying age before I was dating someone, then engaged 1 month later and married 5 months after that, but I would say I’m sure being single stinks at times, and is hard, but I’m sure it also has it’s fun times. To every situation there are bads and there are goods. To every quote that lifts one group of people, there are some it hurts, or offends.

The second interpretation is more deep and I’ll give credit to Jon, who pointed out how unChrist-like the quote really is.

So who are the easy or rotten apples? Are these apples not really children of God who deserve our love and compassion? Should we judge the easy picked apples, or should we still love them? Can’t these rotten apples become new apples again through repentance?

I know the point of this metaphor is probably to make sure girls stay chaste before marriage and to feel good when they’re finally picked, but it mostly sounds like. “Don’t be a rotten or easy apple, no one will want to pick you once they bit into you and see a worm, or once you start decaying because you were picked early.” It also makes the girls who are higher on the tree, look down their noses to those who are lower, or have been easy pickings.

Then what about these boys who pick the easy apples? Are they some jerk, or deserve our condemnation because they didn’t reach higher? Do they have any accountability? So often we leave chastity to the girls, but boys play a part in chastity also.

It’s like the object lesson of ABC gum, no one whats a piece of gum that’s already been chewed. I hate this object lesson because it completely leaves out repentance. We have repentance because we sin, and don’t we all have need to repent, and we are not here to judge, but to show love and compassion?

I think we can help young people make choices because they’re right choices, not because they fear they’ll be judged as some easy apple, or ABC gum. I also think we need to be more compassionate to the feelings of those who have made poor choices, because they are also children of God.

A while back I was cleaning my house, no really, I did and now I’ve stopped cleaning, it’s just easier that way, and I came across stuff I had borrowed, but hadn’t returned. I moved it to a cupboard we have right by our door, and have returned most of it, but there are a few things I’ve yet to give to their rightful owners. (Sadly, they all belong to family members.)

I’m thinking we’ve all had moments like this, where we borrow something, and due to either knowing the person, or it never being convenient to return, we held onto it a little longer than we should have, or maybe we just plum forgotten. Then we sheepishly return it because we borrowed that book over a year ago, or maybe the person even called to ask for it back, and you felt so silly hanging onto it because you had finished using it weeks, or even months, ago.

Speaking of forgetting, I was an air head twice last week, two days in a row, and for both I was supposed to have been giving service.

The first: I was supposed to pick up peaches for me and a friend. They’re from a farmer in Utah, and they do drop-offs at a local chapel that happens to be across town. She asked if I would pick them up, like three times, which should have been a huge warning sign that I had forgotten each time, and then of course, I forgot that night. It turns out it may have been a blessing in disguise, that just cost me a couple month’s allowance, because neither of us had time to can them last week, the week they came in, and now her 2 year old is super sick, and I imagine it would have been a huge burden for her. (She offered to cut me a break on the costs, but I paid her the full amount because it was my fault that we didn’t get the peaches.) I felt so bad when I realized I had forgotten and couldn’t apologize enough. It’s OK when I forget things for me, but you hate when you forget for someone else.

Fail one.

Second: I was asked to make dinner for a single sister in our ward who had back surgery. I put it on my google calendar, and thought I had set it to remind me through e-mail, but apparently had not. I totally forgot till I was reading a blog about a woman bringing dinner for a friend who was sick. I called her at 8 o’clock that night to make sure she had enough food, and fortunately her sister had been helping her and she was fine. I once more felt so terrible, even more so because I had woken her up.

Fail two.

Of course, we have times where we get things back to someone on time, and we’re able to give service because we don’t forget, but it stinks when we don’t.

So Eden had her birthday in July and her party in August, but uh, well due to wanting to post everything about our trip I didn’t post anything about her birthday, and then I got distracted and just forgot.

Mom Fail.

So before I start neglecting my blog once more, I thought I’d post some information and pictures of the events.

Eden’s birthday fell on the day Jon returned to work from our vacation. I don’t think we did much that day, but we did enjoy a meal of some of her favorite food, and then some I added because she just wanted salad, her favorite food. We had salmon patties, watermelon, salad, and some yummy huckleberry soda we brought back from Montana. We then enjoyed some cupcakes for her cake, but like my July Highlights said, Eden had decided to begin eating her birthday cupcake before we could sing to her. So she got two that night.

Lilah and I also purchased some flowers for Eden’s birthday, something that’s become a tradition.

We had Eden’s party later in August, and on a Wednesday night because our weekends filled up rather quickly. We did a simple swimming party at the Zurflue’s, who were in town, but not home for most of the night. They were nice enough to let us crash their place. We invited friends and family and enjoyed some yummy food and let the kids swim. There was a small threat of a storm, which stressed me out because I had planned no activities since it was in the evening and for a shorter time than our day ones, plus I had just returned from vacation and was too stressed out to think of anything to do. I made her a cake with a swan on it because she wanted a Swan Princess party, but with it not being a popular Disney film, there wasn’t much I could actually do. It was Eden’s idea that I just put a simple swan on her cake, which I was very happy to do.

It was a simple gathering, but it lots of fun to celebrate Eden as she turned one year older.

Eden with her birthday meal and flowers.
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Eden’s expression makes me laugh. Six candles on one small cupcake.
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Eden’s Swan cake.
Insert silly Lacey story: I had my friend, Sam, pick the cake up and bring it because I’d be traveling to the house alone and didn’t want to just have it on the seat or floor of my car. (Her husband came so she could hold it on her lap.) I took a picture of it at my house because I could see them getting in some accident and the cake being ruined. I always think of worse case scenario’s.
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Swimming!
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Cute Birthday Girl!

(Due to not having swim lessons, the play, and being out of town so much, we only went swimming twice this summer. Lilah’s birthday and Eden’s party.)
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More swimming!
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I love Lilah’s arm around Eden.
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Present time!
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Eden loves Zhu Zhus!

I can’t believe Eden is six years old. Of course I was calling her six months before her birthday, but that’s my silly brain for you.

I’m so happy to be your mom Eden, and I love watching you grow!

Lilah:

You woke up at 7 am and heard me give Daddy a good morning kiss and said, “Wait!”, thinking it was a good-bye kiss. I told you it was still early and to go back to sleep. Then you slept till 9 and really did miss Daddy’s good-bye kiss.

Telling me about Eden taking too much cereal. When I didn’t care, and you thought it unfair, you decided nobody loved you. I’m not ready for a teenager yet.

Not wanting to dance at Zumba because your finger hurt, and the air moving around it made it worse.

Holding Eden’s hand to take her to the bathroom for me while at the store.

Obsessing over Mario Cart, again. Being so excited that you unlocked Mirror Cup.

Playing dress up with Eden and almost always being her servant, while she was the princess. You were the one making up the story too.

Wanting to decorate for Halloween, in September.

Eden:

Teaching Daddy how to make a fort with our couch when it was turned sideways to replace the feet. He apparently didn’t know how, and you were the expert.

Hiding your cereal the morning Lilah had tattled on you taking too much. You apparently had not heard our conversation of me not caring,

Letting me borrow my pillow, that you have decided is yours, while my shoulder was hurting me.

You face when you saw your build-a-bear turned right side out after we had sewn him. You were so happy and excited.

You were writing in your creative writing journal you were asking for words like house, girl, then for the word unordinary., I thought you really meant something else, but that’s what you wanted. “The girl with the flying house was unordinary.”

You eat a lot of pecans, and in an effort to decrease your eating of them and help save us a little money, I asked you to eat only one handful a day. You had already enjoyed a handful one day, and I saw that you had a mouth full of some food. I asked what you were eating and you said walnuts.

Playing your recorder all evening long after you first day at co-op. You would have thought it was glued to your hand since you never put it down.

Jonathan:

Making me laugh late at night. “Blowing kisses”

You were sweaty and I didn’t want to touch you , so you said it was your “natural defense.” Of course I was trying to tickle you at the time.

I asked you what we should have for dinner, you said you didn’t know. I said you weren’t any help, and you pointed out all you had done and were going to still do that day: dishes, laundry, taking the girls out. So I told you you were a big help, and you then helped me decide we should have pancakes for dinner.

For my numerous years as a stay-at-home mom, I’ve only had a car for about half of them. The first few years I stayed home all day, every day, except when my good friend Marcie came and rescued me about once a week or every other week. I had school to keep me busy and a church calling, but I was home for most of my life then, except in the evenings when I would finally get to run errands.

As time has gone on, I have a car, and depending on the time of year or what we’re doing, I’m gone for 3-4 days of the week, and always busy, and my house is always mess. I would go on cleaning spurts, the kitchen and the living room would look great, and I might even get the girl’s room organized, but there was always a mess somewhere else in the house. (My bedroom was not listed, so this is one place that is always crazy.)

Life hasn’t changed much, but what I’m realizing is I need a schedule and I need to stick with it, and in the past I’m not very good at schedules, or at least making myself stick to ’em. (Hence the most consistent at being inconsistent award in my previous post.)

I don’t know what it is, I just don’t like schedules, unless it’s full of only things I want to do, and that usually does not mean housework or exercise, though I’m finding a little more joy in the later.

With my new goal of being a consistent homeschooling parent, I’ve realized I need a house cleaning schedule, because my days are getting pretty full, especially since I love to sleep in and stay up late doing nothing of importance, and house cleaning is last on my list.

I tried really hard to put some order to our house before I started school, and that’s why we started a week late. Over the summer our home became very full of stuff, and even though I’ve recently given away tons of baby clothes and plan on getting rid of a crib and a few other things, we acquired a ton of camping gear, lots of books, food storage, and recently some dutch ovens and frying pans, which came in a handy wooden chest, it’s where to put the thing. Plus, Jon did some house cleaning of his own, and our hallway has items that use to be in our closet.

What I’m getting at is: My house is crazy, and every time I make a dent, some other area overflows with items that need a new place because I decided I didn’t like where they were, and within a week the organized room/space is no longer organized.

It’s exhausting and somewhat discouraging. I may be on the Internet a little more than needed and stay up late watching Netflix because I’m avoiding these areas. Also, I’ve just gotten use to things being in not good areas, like our hallway.

In my effort to be a little better about my home, I’m trying to allot some time on Wednesday and Friday morning, my only two mornings without something scheduled, since my afternoons are full of school, and writing blogs about how overwhelmed I am.

Today I decided to clean. But get this. I cleaned my bookshelf! Well one of the 6 we have in our house, but with cleaning it I also cleaned in front of it, which still has stuff, that I need to find a new home for.

Yeah, I’m really wise in how I use my time. I’ll let you know when I get my act together. I do plan on mopping my floors tonight, since I finished my series on Netflix and I there is little on there that interest me now.

So the best way to get me to do anything: Make my life boring as heck, but even then I’ll probably find something else to do.

I’m off to clean some other random place in my home, like the hall closet, but it really does need to be organized once more, since I have items I need to put in there, that no longer fit. It’s just, what will I take out of the closet that will need a new home, and where will that item live till I find a good spot for it?

Blah.

If you know me, you know I’m one of the most consistent at being inconsistent home-schooling moms there is. We go through good schooling times and less active schooling times. It’s true my girls are pretty smart and intelligent, where our unschooling has taken place, but they definitely have some areas where they lack the know how, or just plan practice.

I started our formal schooling last week and I have a few areas of heavy focus, which means we’re working on them 4 times a week, since we take Mondays off and I’m trying to be practical and help them in areas they have interest, or have taught themselves, but are lacking, because well, they taught themselves.

One is writing, like how to write letters properly. Both girls know how to write all the letters, except lowercase q’s, but are not writing them all properly, or starting out in the correct areas, so we’ll be working on those.

Second is spelling. Both my girls read like crazy, but only one is where she needs to be spelling wise, and that’s Eden. Eden learned most of her reading phonetically, so she understands spelling and spells things correctly, for her limited writing, where as Lilah writes a lot, but does not spell everything correctly. I have an actual curriculum I’m using for this, and putting them both through it, and we’re starting at the very basics. I like it and think it will help them a lot, especially Lilah.

Last is math. They both know a lot, but I’m finally getting to the point I need an actual book for Lilah, rather than just work books and real life situations and discussions with us. Lilah’s in the third grade, which is totally crazy to me, and I finally feel that a more curriculum based math is what she needs. We’re quickly working through some lower level math books, and by January I hope to start her at a third grade level book. She’s able to work completely on her own, with a little help from me, which is exactly what I want for math, until she gets older, and even as she gets older, I’m fine if we wait and she might be a little behind, and then she’s able to read through and work things out for herself at a later point. It’s finding a good curriculum that tells them the why and not just the how to solve a problem.

Some might judge that I’m doing my girls a disservice. How could I let them get so far behind on such basic things? But honestly, I think they’re fine, and they learn quickly when the time is right. I’ve enjoyed having them home, and I love that they get to play for most of the day. Some of their play time is spent reading, a lot really, and some is spent fighting over Mario Cart, though for the most part they get along, it’s when mom says no that the arguing ensues, and most is spent with us as a family and that’s just the way I want it.

So there’s what we’re doing for school this year, of course I have other goals for us, but these are the areas we’re lacking and I feel it’s starting to interfere with their learning or ability to grow and learn more. I hope I can be a more consistent home-schooling parent. I think we’re all under agreement that we need to step up and put more into school. Lilah has been really cooperative and is really wanting to get better at all I’ve mentioned, while Eden is being the stubborn one in some areas. I’ve really enjoyed our school time last week, and found it really encouraging for us. I know we’re entering a new phase in our schooling and we’re doing just what we need to.

I’m not trying to do public school at home, I’m trying to make my home a place of learning and growing.

Lilah:

Saying Eden’s Birthday Party was “The best day ever!” Telling me Eden’s cake was “The most beautiful cake ever.”

Calling out the slug bugs in Cars 2 to your daddy.

Deciding to stay and attend your friend’s birthday party, rather than go to Pine Valley. You also had a fun day hiking Ice Box Canyon with Daddy at Red rock.

Attending the County Commissioner meeting with us in an effort to save land across from Red Rock from being developed on.

Bing a good sport when I asked the dentist to pull your loose tooth, that did not want to come out, but was super decayed. It was really bloody and yucky.

Making up reasons why the tooth fairy missed you the first night, waiting for her during the day, even though I told you she never comes during the day.

Being so helpful when we were baking for the bake sale. Telling me cookies would probably be your first thing that you’d bake on your own.

You are our Chatty Cathy. I have to remind you to eat dinner, and talk less.

Using the word “mating” instead of sex while talking about mating, I mean sex.

At FHE I was giving the lesson on family size. I was talking about dating and you gave the comment, “You date, get married and then have sex.” (The mating conversation was the day before, I’m guessing that’s why you said sex. I would have loved it if you had answered using mate.)

Eden:

Lilah and Daddy were debating about the statistic impossibility that all the M&M’s could be eaten before the nuts in our trail mix. Lilah was talking about the M&M’s shaking to the top and being eaten that way and you started giving input by saying, “My therapy is…”

Calling out the slug bugs in Cars 2 to your mommy.

Going to Pine Valley with me. Giving me cuddles in the morning when I didn’t want to get up just yet.

Always tickling my back and arms, since you know I like that. One day at church I was just leaning forward and you started tickling my back.

Carolyn was tipping you at your bake sale. She asked you if you wanted two quarters or one dollar, you replied one dollar. Then she asked if she should give Lilah two quarters or one dollar, and you said two quarters.

Getting better at Mario Cart, now you’re the obsessed child, though Lilah gladly plays too.

Beading. You were given beads and that’s all you did, so now you want to be an Indian for Halloween, since you have lots of anklets and bracelets.

Jon:

Being so dedicated to your beard and telling me how many people like it.

Doing the dishes every night after dinner, as long as I have the dishwasher empty for you, or ready for dirty dishes.