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November 26 Thanksgiving Seth and my dad tore out drywall and re-installed drywall and spackled screws and seams today. I am so thankful they can fix my... trust in previous homeowners and the implied simplicity of a home improvement project. We got to sleep until 7:47 this morning. I am so thankful Maisie let us sleep in. Even if it was only 17 minutes. That's somethin'. Seth locked my mom out of the house when he came in from letting Maisie out at 7:50...she was walking her dogs. I am so thankful for a working doorbell. I didn't hear her pound on the door from bed. Mom and I made pies before breakfast. I am so thankful for a mom I can bake with...and that she made the pecan pie for me. :) And that Daddy didn't waste away waiting for his french toast. We feasted on (many, many carbs and) a "ham" that Seth shot in Florida (which was basically a pork roast...and was super yummy). And green beans. (Turkey dinner on Sunday, don't worry) I am so thankful that we are blessed with a job that not only pays the bills, but allows us the privilege of taking vacations, filling our grocery cart an extra time this week, filling our bellies extra, extra-full today...and planning for another feast on Sunday. We take so much for granted. I live in a country which allows me freedom I don't even understand, I have a home which much more than shelters my family, a refrigerator that's busting at the welds, 5 extra pounds around my middle, happy, healthy, perfect children, family and friends who love and support me, a puppy we didn't need but have anyway...a God who has blessed me beyond my expectations. How could I not be thankful? November 23 If you don't have anything nice to say......yeah. I don't think I'm going to blog tonight. Please tell me you have these days too. November 20 ForgetfulI've heard people say that the only reason women have more than one child is because somehow, their memories are miraculously wiped clean of all the bad things about pregnancy, childbirth, and infancy. And the age of 3. I've also heard it said that a mother thinks her baby is the most beautiful creature ever to breathe or coo or cry or...well, anything a baby does. And that it's a good thing...because otherwise there are times she would probably put said baby down, walk away, and never look back. I think the same might just apply to puppies. And this puppy we have...I'm not her birth mother. So the second generalized comment above...doesn't apply. Mostly. But I think I had wiped out my memories of the housebreaking/chewing-everything-in-reach/have-to-have-her-in-sight-at-all-times-or-she-will-probably-pee-again/what-can-I-give-her-to-keep-her-occupied-enough-that-I-can-accomplish-something-for-15-minutes-without-crating-her/is-she-going-to-cry-all-night-again-tonight issues involved in new puppyhood. I read all the articles, studied different philosophies on discipline and feeding and crate training, etc...again...so the biggest trick is picking one and being consistent. I get that. And really...I can get to a point where I'm consistent. The problem comes in (well, one of them anyway) with the fact that 5 people live in this house who participate in her care and training. I get to teach everyone how to do this...and then trust that they're implementing all of it...and continuing the consistency. Snort. He he. That's funny. I adore her. She is truly wonderful. But it's a good thing I forgot how tired I would be. How short I would become with my children. How much I would rely on them to work independently at new math concepts while I trudged around the back yard in the pouring rain waiting for her to do something. Other than chase my feet. Or dodge back and forth grabbing at sopping wet leaves. But I'll tell you...she is beautiful. And she can make short work of a rawhide retriever roll. And those eyes...they just melt you...even if you're really mad about having to lug out the carpet cleaner yet again. And she is the best, best playmate for my Chani. Almost makes me wish we didn't have such a connection with Goldens...she will outgrow her ability to wrestle Chani without...crushing her...pretty quickly here (though Chani has held her own through two Cairn puppies and a Yellow Lab...I think she'll do fine). And in a couple of years, I'm sure I will have forgotten this stage yet again...and when we "need" another puppy...of course we'll have one. But right now... ...I should go to bed. Because she'll be crying by 5:15. Remind me not to get a puppy from an Amish family ever again. This makes two in a row. They get up darn early. November 17 MaisieNovember 14 Lainie's MeetThis morning, I awoke at 3:20 and stumbled to the shower. Laine's first meet of the season. Two and a half hours away, and they scheduled warmups to begin at 8. I woke her up at 4:10, we were out the door by 4:20. We stopped for gas, gatorade and twizzlers, $20 from the ATM, and zoomed to her teammate, Maura's house. I can't tell you how thankful I was that her Dad, Charlie, offered to drive the rest of the trip. We sat for four and a half hours after the drive, waiting for lost judges, listening to the same level four USAG floor music until we wanted to pull out our hair, and shook our heads at some of the mistakes the girls made...and some of the parents we watched make idiots of themselves. I always get so nervous for Lainie...but it's partially just habit. It's what I did. She doesn't do it at all. I figure if I do it for her...I don't know. It won't make any difference whatsoever (duh). The gymnasts aren't allowed to have any contact with parents during the meet itself... ...it's probably best. :) Lainie earned an 8.1 on floor (her best floor score ever! That connected roundoff/back handspring works wonders), an 8.75 on vault, a 6.35 on bars, and a 7.55 on balance beam. Honestly, I'm just so proud of her. She did her best, she didn't get crazy nervous, and she was thrilled with her scores. She worked with a coach who is not her coach...in a gym she's never been in, with less sleep than she has ever had in a night and then been expected to function. She rocked it. Here's where Mindy gets...I don't know. Irritated or something. At the end of last season, the coaches and owner at Lainie's gym decided to bump all of last season's level 4 girls up to beginner prep. opt. level, meaning they would all skip level five altogether, and move to the other gymnastics program in the US, which basically allows the girls to begin optional routines much more quickly than USAG allows...thus giving more variety, allowing them to work with their strengths, and I'm convinced...partially to relieve coaching staff and gym owners of living through the same music over and over and over...to infinity...or insanity. The downside of this for Lainie and her friend Maura is that they both could use an extra year at level four. For the experience, for the skill progressions, for all of it. I haven't decided if the coaches/owner chose this course to keep the girls from feeling badly about not being moved up, or to get more money out of us...I don't know...but this week, I'm going to ask. Today Lainie competed routines and events she hasn't touched in literally months. She performed at a level very comparable to the level at which she competed in April. Which, I mean, really...is fine. Except for the fact that over the summer, she spent 10 hours a week in the gym...at no small cost...and right now, she's in the gym for 8 hours a week...I mean, really...wouldn't you expect improvement in form? In skills? In strength? Her bar routine has literally not changed since last season. There are 7 skills in the routine. 2 of them, she can't do at all--the coach does it for her. She couldn't do those same skills when she started at this gym last fall. The one skill she got...that roundoff/back handspring. I'm thrilled with that and so is she...but for the amount of time she's at the gym...sigh. I don't know. In this situation, I know that I have crazy expectations. I coached. I competed. I get it. I know what it takes to improve...that it's a combination of coaches' efforts, student discipline and perseverance, strength training, time in the gym. I realize that it all has to fit together and work together, and fall into place, and that Lainie plays a big part in this. BUT. She can only do what she's told to do. She can only improve if she has instruction that allows for improvement. If she doesn't get her front hip circle...she's never going to get her kip. She can't do prep. opt. until she gets her kip. She makes the exact same mistake on her back extension roll that she made 2 years ago when I was coaching her at the Y and couldn't get her to fix it. After a year of 5-10 hours a week in the gym. She still doesn't consistently point toes or work to keep knees straight or fight to keep tight if she bobbles on the beam. ...k. I'm going to shut up now. I'm so proud of her. She was totally fine with how she did. Totally fine. I just have to let some of that go. At the same time...I'm not going to send her 8 hours a week if she's literally not making any advances in her skills. Oy. I have 3 days to figure out what to say to her coach. Wish me luck. November 09 Simple Woman's Daybook, Nov. 9, 2009Outside my window...the day got dark quickly. we enjoyed horse lessons under the lights for the first time this year... I am thinking... that this week's worship rehearsal could be very interesting. I am thankful for... the blessing of a warm home, a husband with a job he loves, and healthy children. I am wearing... jeans and my favorite hoodie. it's hoodie weather. I am remembering... that i have a list of things i should be doing. but i'd rather crochet. I am creating... a plan for my nephew's baby shower. I am going... to go out as soon as Seth gets home and stock up on vitamin c. I am reading... Isaiah. and Psalms. I am hoping... that this headache and stuffy nose are just allergy-related, or too-little-sleep-in-a-cabin-over-the-scrapbooking-weekend-related. On my mind... sigh. too much. From the learning rooms... had to order a new math book for Bryson today. hooray for singapore math!! the girls are rocking multiples and factors, we wrote our names in hieroglyphics today, and conjunctions and prepositions and appropriate titles for reading passages showed up in our writing instruction. Tomorrow we learn about air and water with an experiment in the bathtub, and I think Sarah gives birth to Isaac in our Bible reading. Noticing that... the kids listen to the tv too loud. and it drives me crazier than it probably should. Pondering these words... "...but you, Lord, are a shield around me, my glory, the one who lifts my head high." From the kitchen... leftovers. no energy for real food tonight. Around the house... i have a new goal...shampoo all main carpets by the weekend...hang artwork and fill book shelf in the living room...get pictures on the walls. sick of living in a house that still looks like we just moved in (and a garage where we can't put any vehicles. kind of defeats the purpose. although, the garage door openers don't work right now. hmm.). One of my favorite things... planning for worship at Christmastime. do you know how much new, excellent Christmas music is out there?? and aren't the old favorites pretty fantastic too?? A few plans for the rest of the week... Lainie has a meet on Saturday...and since it's 3 hours away and starts at 8am...we'll be driving there on Friday and spending the night. thank goodness for my van...and my job! For more Simple Woman's Daybook information and to join us, see the blog created by the initiator of this great idea! http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/ November 08 Blogging...It's kind of taking a back seat in my life right now. I have much to say...but not the time to organize my thoughts in a readable form. In the process of "the way life works," I am grieving much lately...some of which I don't actually plan to share here...and some of which I already have. Some of it involves mourning the death of expectations...I had no idea you could mourn like that. You can. It's hard work. I'm pretty tired. It was a long weekend of not being able to hear myself think, despite being basically alone. Thinking would have been nice. Here's hoping getting some sleep takes the edge off. November 04 ChelseaSometimes you don't realize how amazing something is until it's gone.
I always thought of Chelsea as Seth's dog. I mean, she has always technically been my dog too, but mostly because I was the person who fed her, let her out, vacuumed her shedding fur, and bathed her. I'm the mom, after all. It's what I do. When it comes to ownership...the real "she's my dog" feelings...that's Seth's area. He wrestled with her, took her out on walks, threw tennis balls with her, helped her jump into the truck just for the sake of "going for a ride." What I didn't realize through all of that...through all of the "mine," "yours" talk...was that she was with me all day, every single day for 11 years. She was my dog. Not my buddy. She was my companion. When I was alone in the nights with my kids and my husband was out of town for close to two years, she was my protector. My security system. My constant. When I walked in the door and the house was dark and empty, she stood at the door barking her welcome throughout the dark house. When I let Reasa ride around the block for the first time by herself, I allowed it because I knew Chelsea was running immediately behind her back wheel. When Lainie got her own bedroom and it was two floors below my bedroom where I couldn't hear her, I did it because Chelsea had already claimed the foot of her bed as her nighttime sleep place.
To not have her here...
...I haven't quite wrapped my brain around it yet.
I think it's going to take a while. November 01 What is a Vacation?During our two week hiatus from real life...I took the opportunity to examine what I really think about vacations. I don't think much of them, frankly. Oh, sure, there's the get-away-from-your-house-and-your-usual-routine-and-do-some-stuff-you-wouldn't-get-to-do-every-day part of it that is...interesting...but all of that, I believe, comes at a price. This vacation, that price was...vacation. Truthfully, we can look back on our time away and comment that we had fun. We did so much...in the midst of all of that, we have to be able to extract some fun from the memory banks. And please understand me here...I know that we were so blessed to be able to do what we did. I think we could have done it better. That's all. We have never done vacation like this before. We've almost never done vacation before, frankly. It's all new. There's an art to it. We haven't learned it yet. Low Points: (listing these first, so that I can end with the positives) : : Awful hotel room in Largo. Ugh. : : Texts from my mom alerting us to the fact that Chelsea (our 12-year-old Golden Retriever) was in really, really bad shape...and they weren't sure she was going to make it until we got home. : : Stupid. Freaking. Camera. : : Finding out it would cost us $600 to ship home the 140 pounds of wild boar Seth shot on a hunting trip with his dad the first day we got there. Realizing we would have to figure something else out... : : Tired, tired kids. Who am I kidding?? Tired, tired adults!! Without considering the amount of running, the different surroundings, lack of normal betimes, etc, the serious downside of having a bed that you absolutely love is that you despise sleeping in anything other than your bed, because you know that you won't sleep like you do in your own bed. Maybe we should go back to the uncomfortable, sagging-in-the-middle mattress so that we can look forward to hotels!! Oh, and snoring. Snoring really messes with adults' sleep. Especially this adult. : : Whiney kids. Lainie was SURE that every ride would be too scary for her. EVERY SINGLE RIDE. Reasa was positive she was getting dehydrated. I mean, it was 90, and we were in the sun. The drama of pre-adolescence might make me lose my mind yet. Bryson...he just flipped out whenever I didn't respond immediately when he spoke to me. Do you know how difficult it is to respond immediately to every request or comment in Disney World surrounded by thousands of people and your husband and three kids?? : : Frustration over job things while I was away. Just too soon in the job to be away for two weeks. Sigh. : : An unexpected visitor on our vacation. : : My lack of patience with the kids' Webkinz voices on the way home. Oy. Wanted to scream!!! High Points: : : The kids not figuring out that we were "doing Disney" until we had pulled the van into the resort where we stayed and Seth said to them, "Guys. Do you understand that we're in Disney World? That we're here for four days? That you're going to Disney World?" I have video of us going under the "Welcome to Walt Disney World" sign with absolutely no reaction from the children. I guess we played that one a bit too well. : : The beach. Gosh, I love the beach. I need a beach. : : Moments at Disney. I so enjoy Disney. Seth made the comment that he realized as we were walking through Epcot that much of this Disney vacation was really about me. Hmm. I don't know that I would go that far...I just expected that the kids would love it as much as I do. : : Spending time with my in-laws and nephews. It's a tangled web there...but they love us so much. We can't walk into that house without knowing how much they love us. And we so love them. : : The feeling that we were spoiling our kids. Honestly, it is one of my favorite feelings. : : My nephew was born last night while I was driving through Virginia. He's beautiful! And perfect. : : Driving from Zephyrhills, FL to Williamsport, PA with six stops for food, bathrooms, and gasoline in 19 hours flat. : : Unexpectedly great hotel rooms on the ride down and back. Love last minute travelocity finds!! Especially with good continental breakfast plans. : : Safe travel. My van. Which had adequate space for 5 and all their necessities for 11 days even with 140 pounds of wild boar in a cooler next to the back seat and hanging over the rear stow and go space. I don't love my van yet...but I'm thankful for her. : : Chelsea, still alive--and the fact that my parents brought the dogs to us today. We are grateful to be home. Grateful to have had my parents with us for the afternoon/evening today. Grateful for the experience of Florida again after 7 years away. Grateful for the blessing of vacation and a break...and glad to be back from it. Soooo much more to say about the trip. So not going to tonight. If you're planning a trip to Disney soon, call me. Our week was a pretty good example of what not to do. We will do it better next time. |
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