Tuesday, May 17, 2011

a plain blog kinda day

no camera = zero cute photos to post on blog = plain blog.
so, i know i talk about my darn camera dilemmas all of the time...but, seriously, without a camera of my own, it is difficult to show all of the photos that I take of our our new pets: Olive Oil and her brother, Buford (may he rest in peace), Easter cuteness, violin recitals, soccer games...and SO much more.  Adding to my photo complications: I broke our external hard drive with all of the other pixies on, nope, I'm not kidding.  Seriously, you'd think I was a clumsy little knobby-kneed kid still (and I was JUST that for many years with legs five times the size of my body...and seriously, that is not a good thing, b/c I STILL have only legs for a you have any idea how expensive jeans are for a girl of 5'6.5" with a 34" inseam?? VERY!! no one actually makes pants that size...b/c no one as short as me has legs that long lol).
anyhow, I feel as if I've left all of you hanging, I haven't shared that that darn Easter bunny brought my children baby turkeys for pets...yep, turkeys.  that's a common pet for city kids, right? sadly one of the two died after a week...which was so surprising b/c he was the lively one, he did flips (serious), jumped off of everything...but, his sister (we don't actually KNOW the sexes of these birds...I've been told by my bird-expert children that one is a girl and one is a there) has grown tremendously and is literally like the family dog...I know, I know, it sounds weird...but she is the cutest thing I've ever seen...she recognizes every one's voices and goes crazy for her mom: my husband...seriously, she thinks he is her mom.  She cuddles and follows the kids around the house like a little puppy and plays with toys.  I'll have to post our pictures of her...I have no idea what we'll do with her once she's an actual turkey...the Mr. says she'll be our guard turkey.  I don't think that turkeys are actually allowed in the city, are they?
I poured my heart out to y'all (that's a word they use in the south to mean "all of you" or "you guys") and then I left you hanging.  So, an update: my daughter is not a bully.  phew.  In short, I made C call the little girls she offended and apologize to them, the poor thing was SO upset...but, it was so sweet b/c she said it felt good to apologize.  What followed, shocked me, I mean don't get me wrong, I am utterly grateful to this mama for contacting me and being willing to let me know what was going on...but after C's apology she spoke with me about how she felt that our family needed therapy because her daughter's told her that C expressed that she wanted a nose ring and a faux flags.  So, I sat up that night psycho-analyzing myself as a parent (this mama-friend is a, of course she MUST know more than me) I was freaking out wondering where I had gone wrong...I mean, I breast-fed for goodness sake!! the next morning after much prayer and pondering it hit daughter is the daughter of two very artistic parents...she has been exposed to so much more than the average child, she has been taken to fashion shows, art shows, service projects...she has loved on homeless people, shared her room with the young college student who had nowhere to name it...LOL I guess I must take some credit for her desire to have a faux-hawk and nose ring b/c for a photo shoot I almost had my hair completely shaved off...I remember saying it was just hair and it could grow...I've also sported blue hair and had piercings of my, I am quite surprised that she didn't say she wanted to be covered in tats or dye her hair blue...
luckily, C still has huge plans to go to college and even knows which one she plans to attend (at age nine), still practices her violin like its going out of style, does her homework the second she gets it, loves the Lord and has a heart to serve others...and I guess that maybe I didn't fail her...seems like she gets it...probably gets "it" better than I do or even most adults do! The girl has moved from so many cultures w/in her own country, seen so many different communities, has served alongside us in the homeless community, has been educated on child soldiers and other traumatic events taking place in other countries b/c of our involvement with such causes...and she's just nine.  I am proud of who she is, and also still grateful to the other mother for giving us an experience to grow from.  Who knows, maybe we do need family-therapy, lol we probably do.  I think C will turn out fine...She's Gods. Which is the most important thing...He is shaping her and molding her...none of His work can I take credit for.  And I must note that these ponderings include my other child, her younger brother, as well...I watch amazed at how God shapes the two of them, daily.

and now, on to other happenings in the fam over the past few weeks:
C had her second violin recital along with a juried violin performance...OH SO AMAZING!! seriously, amazing.  the program she is enrolled in is absolutely fabulous, I cannot sing my praises enough about it...IT is what I love about living here.  C absolutely thrives in very structured environments...rigorous academic programs w/constant tests leave the girl shrieking for joy (not kidding), in fact I heard all about a math test she would encounter today SO many times last night b/c she was SO, her violin academy has been such a blessing in an academic environment that doesn't challenge her as much as she needs...she is required to practice everyday and to have her practice sheets signed...she loves having these responsibilities.  T plays the guitar (which is such a dreamy instrument to play, might I add), so, as he practices in the mornings and I hear the two playing I tell him how excited I am to tour with their bluegrass band.  What dreamy dreams I have for my children, LOL. 
T had a yucky puncture wound last week...LOL go figure...seriously, that boy is...ALL BOY.  I never knew what that phrase meant until I had a sweet little boy.  He and I have spent a great deal of time at the doctor's office lately! First for his allergy prick testing (poor boy was so itchy!) and then for this puncture wound! The funny thing is his puncture wound and it's sudden swelling a full week after it happened were the result of his all-boyness.  Apparently all of the bike riding/soccer-playing/rolling around/jumping off of things sort of behaviors caused his joint wound to become a bad joint wound that almost required draining! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get a bouncy boy not to bounce? Doctor's orders.  It was a week of pure vegging.  Thank goodness for the lack of cable in our house...since T never watches television I was able to induce vegging with the help of hulu and wifi. 
And that's all folks. 

On my to do list this month:
~purchase replacement part for external hard-drive
~purchase camera- check out this one, I think it just might do the trick, it's kid-tough (translation: sarah-tough):

~buy knee and elbow pads for my son

1 comment:

  1. Love it; all of it! You do have amazing children and I personally am grateful that one little gal in particular loves my boy so much! What's the camera budget...I've got some ideas!? A turkey; are you kidding me?! You two crack me up! We need to see more of you; it's been FOREVER!