Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Driving around with this on my car is both humbling and an honor. It means I live in the country where it snowed/rained last Sunday which caused the creek to flood the road in the usual spot. It means I have abandoned all hope at a shiny car for more than half a day. It's an honor to have such thoughtful, intelligent, dirty children- who else but little genius' would think that writing on Mom's car in the dirt, giving me "clues" to wash it, would make me so happy?
Although, the BEST was the day Ryan went to work in his patrol car with "KACY" written all over it. It makes a cop look tough with hearts drawn in the dust of his car.
Let me help you...
Okay, I just picked myself up off the floor. We have talked about this before, Kacy and I. Just the other day in the car she told me she loved Wyatt. I asked her why, and she said "Because he wanted someone to like him, so I said I would." I told her she wasn't allowed to have boyfriends yet, and besides, you should like someone because YOU do, not because they want you to. After I tell her about the no boyfriends until you are 18 thing, she says "Okay Mom." Then she turns to Will and tells him that she has a secret and not to tell Mom. She then writes in her notebook "I love Wyatt." Will says "Mom! Kacy has a secret!" in that truly little brother, teasing kind of way. I ask what it is, and he says, "I'm not telling!" (Oh great! I was counting on him to be my snitch!) So, in my "mommy-has-super-powers" way, I say "What is it? That Kacy loves Wyatt?"
"How did you know?" she demands.
I then proceed to turn up the radio and ponder my little girl. She didn't like what I had to say to her about boys and no boyfriends, and instead of blind obedience (can you buy that somewhere?) she continues her way of thinking in secret. I'm considering my options. Will as a snitch is obviously out of the question because those two are close. As I see it, that leaves me one choice: Ed. He's tough. He's observant. He has loyalties to no one. He loves his momma. He's smack dab in the middle of my pack so he can keep tabs on ALL of them. I'll call him "The Intimidator". It's a done deal.
I think this is the shortest Ed's hair has ever been. And, it's weird. Maybe a little gel and some spikes will help it until it grows out...
Thursday, March 26, 2009
You are truly a middle child. And for that, I'm sorry. Sometimes I feel like you are a bit neglected in receiving my attention. Kacy is always talking and asking questions (and explaining), Ed always needs me trying to keep him safe, and Jessie is still a baby and gets to be held and cuddled all the time. You? You are funny. You do goofy dances with your body. You know all the words to Primary songs, but you will only sing "I Am a Builder" because it talks about building things. You are very observant. Today I said "Hey, that tractor looks like ours!" and you reply, "No, ours has rectangle headlights." I never noticed, but you seem to notice every little thing. Today you told me you want to be a motorcycle driver when you grow up. "Like on the hills, Mom!" You are getting ready for Kindergarten this Fall, and can't wait to go. You have been known for your "tender heart" because you are keyed into other people's emotions, and you yourself shed a tear or two (or three...) almost daily. Okay, I think it is daily. You are as stubborn as the rest of us. (Curses!) When you sit in the front seat of the car, you do things like adjust the air vents, touch all the buttons, and you crave to have the window down. You just don't understand that anything below 40 degrees is just too cold, even for the driveway. You put the sun visor down and adjust the mirror so you can see behind us. You still don't like to wear graphics on your shirts. You are becoming a good worker and helper. You are growing up nicely, and I can count on you to be a good example (most of the time). I'm sorry you seem to have inherited some dorkiness from me- don't worry, I'll always think your dorkiness is cool! I love you, Will!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Today we went to the Pizza Barn for playgroup, where the boys made little pizzas. We came home, where I learned how to use a hammer drill. Fun times! We have 60 holes to drill. When Kacy got off the bus we made a mad dash to Bakersfield and went to Target for a new broom and some undies- Ed is GOING to wear them! No more pull-ups. Then we went to Costco. I followed a lady out the door who had one kid, one box of Pepsi, and a container of apples. I envied her restraint- she spent less than $20! Not me- I'm always THRILLED when I leave a store having spent less than $100.00.
Kacy asked me how CD's are made- how the music gets put on there. I started to explain but very quickly just told her it was magic. Because it is. How voices travel over wires and sound the same, or airwaves for that matter, and how light/lasers put info on a disc (is that even right?), and how the Internet works- it's all magic. I understand all about servers and whatnot, put honestly it is just overwhelming to my brain, so it is going in the "magic" category.
Monday, March 23, 2009
"Aunt Karrie, why is your car always messy?"
"Because we travel a lot and have to take lots of supplies with us."
"Oh. Where did you go, Antarctica?"
-After the play, we get in the car, and the first thing Will says is "Mom, did you say OIL in the play?" I reply "Ya."
"That's so weird. OIL." And, to say OIL properly, like he did, you really have to emphasize the "oi" sound, and get a little throaty. And then laugh to yourself like it's some kind of joke that a girl would put OIL in a lamp. Because, everyone knows OIL is for motors.
-In the car I hear Kacy say "I like horses." Ed joins in the conversation:
"I like tie-yo-tees."
"You like coyotes, Ed?"
"Ya, I do."
"Tuz dey fast runners."
And then when he's sitting on the potty (we do that a lot right now...) I asked him why he liked coyotes again because it was so cute how he said they were fast runners. He replies: "I like dem betuz I scare them. I run fast, too."
I am the one that looks like I should be haunting someone... and why do I look so huge? I'm like a giant! (I'm the giant one with my head covered, in case it wasn't obvious.)
Saturday started off with a mad dash to Bakersfield for the FARA fun run. It was fun- even though I didn't run. I took Kacy, Ed, and Jessie with me. Will stayed home with Ryan and ate a half dozen Lofthouse sugar cookies for breakfast and then helped Ryan torch some metal on the house. We barely arrived on time, because kids make me perpetually late. I had Jessie in a baby backpack- I love those things. We were at the back of the group, since I knew we'd be walking. My friend Gabby wanted to run (Go Gabby!), so she headed to the front, while Angie, Dany, Amy and I stayed behind. The lady running the thing says "On your mark, get set, GO!" while we were talking, and Ed was off like a rocket. Dany ran with him, and she estimates he ran about 1/4 of the way before heading back to find us. She was a good sport for chasing him. He was a good sport for running! Dany and Angie ended up power walking ahead of us, and Amy and the kids and I walked. Kacy kept up alright (she says she's never doing it again), and I alternated giving Ed rides every few minutes (Ed wants to go again). On her way back, Dany took Jessie in the backpack, so then I just had Ed. I carried a good 70 pounds for almost half way, and now my arms are sore. I am looking forward to doing another next month, except I'm not taking kids. I so could have jogged that thing! I hear there is one on April 25th.
The play went well, I suppose. I've heard lots of "I was impressed." and "I was pleasently surprised." Hey- us mountain folk put on a pretty good show! :) I don't really know about that, but I'm glad it's over. Like Cori, I am releived it is over, but I DID learn some stuff. Like, my heart will not quit, no matter how nervous I get. My breathing does, however. I remembered most of my lines. I had my debut/retirement solo all in one night. Ryan said I sounded "great." He's never heard me sing, and he's in my club of people who will tell me my butt looks big in my jeans, so I guess I should take that as a compliment. Still, I have a really hard time believing it. Funny for me- during the rehearsal on Friday night I got tired of standing and plopped myself on the floor. I was listening to Leslie H. sing her song, and Angie (the narrator and director) comes over to me and tells me I should sit on the floor for the play and think about whatever I was thinking because it made me look "soulful". What was in my head? I was listening to Leslie sing thinking "I stink. She sounds so good. I should quit."
I didn't quit. And I'm glad. It all turned out okay in the end. Even if it was a really difficult thing to do. Looking back a good 48 hours later, it almost seems easy and painless. Like giving birth. It hurts for a little bit, then you kinda forget.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I'm a big fan of "The Upside Down Show". I happen to look slightly like the David (especially when my hair was short), and Shane wears an outfit that I would consider to be a power outfit for me. This movie makes me happy. My favorite is "Udder Chaos"- I can dance just like them. Be back later this week AFTER all the stuff I have going on.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
But, I wanted to. It may have been easier. I played the piano yesterday in church. Accompanying a youth choir. You know, when you play all by your lonesome, if you need to hesitate half a beat to check your fingers, you totally can. No one will really notice. BUT NOT WHEN THERE ARE PEOPLE SINGING. The worst part? The very, very worst part? No amount of deep breathing and meditative thinking could stop my peddle leg from shaking uncontrollably. My right leg took on a life of it's own, performing it's own spastic dance. It was all I could do not to hit the underside of the piano with the top of my knee. Around page seven my leg calmed down, but my heart didn't. Part of me says I will NEVER do that again. Another (bigger) part of me says I should do it more often to get over this horrible fear. I'm wondering about the play next- I'm all fine and dandy during practice, until someone comes in to watch. I just want everyone coming to see me, or if you here about my "performance", NONE of us auditioned. We were duped, I tell you! There has been much grumbling on the part of the actresses (that's SO funny! "actresses") and I think there are two reasons we haven't quit: One, we aren't quitters. And two, we are having a lot of fun doing this. It's no party because the actual play night is always looming over us, but I think most of us are enjoying each other's company and we feel like we are all in the same boat. On the sea of uneasiness. In the middle of the storm called "I wish I could sing like Ariel in the Little Mermaid because then play life would be good."
Saturday, March 14, 2009
I have a toaster oven, so I opt to buy a cake at the store. All they had that were close to the right size were angel food cakes. I picked up a reduced sugar can of frosting because it was on sale, not because I was pre-thinking ahead about the sweetness of the cake. I dipped the things in melted chocolate chips, because the largest grocery store in 50+ square miles doesn't carry almond bark. They had a teeny-tiny "dipping chocolate" cup that was really expensive. Well, I put it all together, and I doubt these are like they are supposed to be. The middles are REALLY sweet. My cake balls are less cake and more candy. And the melted chocolate chips seemed really thick. Anyway, I "almost" follow recipes every time I do anything. Sewing? Check. Baking or cooking? Check. It seems I "make do" a lot, and no wonder it doesn't quite turn out exactly how it's supposed to. I did eat one, and they are good. If you like really sweet things. The kids sampled, and they LOVED them.
Happy Birthday Dad! You're getting cake balls for your big day! If you don't like them, give them to Mom. She's got a wicked sweet tooth. And if they are too sweet for her, give them to the grandkids. They will eat 'em up!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Special to the Sun
Not many people have heard of Friedreich's ataxia (FA), a neuro-muscular disease that affects one in 50,000 people in the United States. Three lifetime residents of Squirrel Valley, Joe Kent, 34, Nicole Kent, 30, and Kelly Kent, 24, were diagnosed in childhood with this progressive, genetic disease. Joe, Nicole, and Kelly developed like any other child. Each reached the same early milestones as any other child would—talking, walking, etc. But over time, they began losing coordination in their arms and legs. By their early teens, they became wheelchair bound. Some of their other symptoms include: visual impairment, hearing loss, slurred speech, and scoliosis. Friedreich's ataxia has no effect whatsoever on mental capabilities. Joe and Nicole received bachelor's degrees from C.S.U.B. and B.Y.U., while Kelly remains a permanent junior at C.S.U.B. Despite having a progressive disease wreaking havoc in their family, the Kents remain positive. Humor and their faith play important roles in their lives. The family refers to themselves as ‘the Wheelchair Brigade’ and their car as ‘the Handi Van.’
In April of last year, the 2nd Annual "Race 4 Results" 5K/10K raised $11,901.60 for the FARA (Friedreich's Ataxia Research Alliance), a national, public, non-profit, tax-exempt organization dedicated to researching Friedreich’s ataxia. FARA researches FA in order to improve quality and length of life for patients and, possibly, to find a cure. At the finish line, prizes were awarded to the participants, and a bouncy house entertained children, as well as some adults. Corporate sponsors included Costco, San Joaquin Community Hospital, and Jake’s Tex Mex Restaurant.
This year the 3rd Annual "Race 4 Results" 5K/10K will take place on Saturday, March 21, at Yokuts Park in Bakersfield at 8:00 a.m. Check-in begins at 7:00 a. m. Registration for individuals is $30 and a team of four individuals is $100. The entry forms are available at bakersfieldtrackclub.com. Registration includes a T-shirt, goodie bag, and a BBQ lunch. Ending on March 13, pre-registration guarantees applicants a T-shirt. Individuals not walking/running can purchase the BBQ lunch for $6. Please join with the Kents in the fight against Friedreich's ataxia.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
- I discovered Bakerella and her very cool cake pops. There are some done as Hello Kitty, and I am going to try it out for Kacy's birthday. If they turn out half as cute as hers, I'll be pleased. So many cute ideas- after looking at her site, I went outside and stood in my "kitchen" in our new house. I imagined all the counter space. I pictured myself making cool things and letting the kids help me. (I don't let them right now. The trailer kitchen is JUST TOO SMALL.)
- Ryan and I spent the day yesterday discussing windows. He went shopping today to check some out. This is after he changed his mind concerning the idea of making his own windows. I, for one, am relieved. He could do it, but making the windows would take a long time. Time is really important to me now. The reason he considered making the windows is because we want all wood windows, and the price of a double hung wood window for the size we need is $900.00 a piece. Now we are getting all wood casement windows. We know the prevailing thought is "Wood? Those are gonna rot!" and I have two replies to this: ALL of our windows will have MINIMAL exposure to moisture and sunlight, as we have a 12 foot wrap around porch. And, my grandma's house in Idaho was built in 1916, and when I was last there in 1998 or so, the all wood windows exposed to the snow and sun were still operable. They will last our life time, and whoever gets the house after us can deal with it if they need fixing. Besides, they look so good.
- Ed's head is on the mend, and Will came down with a mysterious fever last night. It was really high- 104.1 was the highest at one point. I have an ear thermometer and do both ears twice for an average, because if you don't get it in there just right, it's all wacky in the reading. He got a tepid shower which he thought was horribly cold, but that, and some Tylenol, did the trick. His fever now is in the 100-101 range. Much better!
- I am playing the piano for Ward Conference as an accompanist, and I'm stressed. It's a hard song, and as of last night I was still messing up. The kids don't care, and the chorister says I'm doing fine, but holy-moley they could use someone better! This is worse than being in the play, and for that I have to sing by myself! I think the difference is that when I sing, my voice is my voice and it's not going to get any better. I'm stuck with it. But with the piano, I know I could play better if I just practiced. Kind of hard when my piano is in storage... it's my type-A coming out.
- The 5k fun run I'm registered for (the morning of the play) is coming up, and I'm not confident that I'll meet my goal of being able to run the whole time without stopping. My plans for running are just not working out for me. In the back of my mind, the overly optimistic Pollyanna in me is saying "Maybe it'll be easier to run on flat pavement. Maybe running two miles in the sand with some small hills is equivalent to running three miles on pavement." Then I realize I'm only leading myself on. My friend Lisa from college once took me on a five mile run, and I balked when she suggested it. She reassured me that anyone can run for that long if they go slow enough. Well, I did it. I was behind her most of the way, especially at the end, but I ran the whole way. Too bad I'm not 18 again... but I'm glad I'm not. 18 was a mostly stupid year for me.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Some Sunday emergency room observations:
- First ER: got to sit in the labor/delivery "room". Now I know why Ryan told me to go live with my mom as my due dates neared- it was SO OLD and was a storage room with the special table. Gross.
- Met a girl and her mother who nearly blew herself up trying to light her propane heater. She has no eyebrows and was there to get her dressing changed on her arm. She recognized Ryan: "Hey, you look familiar." Ends up he had arrested her ex, who is now doing time.
- Second ER/Urgent Care: In the ER lobby it seemed like a party- there were seriously tons of people there with no visable signs of distress. There must have been a car crash of something, but my thought was: hanging out in the ER lobby is gross. You would be safer from all the nasty germs at home. They'll give you call if anything happens. Seriously, what can you do in the lobby? Nothing.
- I think I was in the same room with a real, live prostitute. I won't go into the details of her phone conversation I overheard ( I'm sorry, but there are certain words you hear in public and think "What? What did I just hear?"), because it would be embarassing. I know why she was there, and it had to do with a "flare-up". TOO MUCH INFORMATION!
- Ed saw a brochure with a bunch of nurses/doctors on it, and said "Hey Mom! There is a picture of you!" as he pointed to the lady with dark curly hair. I told him that wasn't me, and he said "Yes it is. She has fuzzy hair, and you have fuzzy hair."
Friday, March 6, 2009
Today you were... well, let me just say that if you make it to three, it'll be a small miracle. Today you went with me to the doctor's office for Jessie's one year check up. She is 31 1/2 inches and 23 pounds 8 ounces. While Will and Jessie were reasonably well behaved/happy, you couldn't handle the hour+ visit. It was hard, I know. It was long for me, too. But the next time you slam open the door to run after a blue sucker after I told you "Not yet, you can have one after we are done" and then when a grab your hand to lead you back to the room, I would greatly appreciate it if you did not throw your 39 pounds on the ground to stop me. I would also appreciate it if you would not have a phantom urge to use the potty right when the doctor comes in- I'm all for you using the toilet, but when I take you, and someone is waiting for me, I need to see some results. You were good at Target while we shopped for cereal and a duffel bag. That part of our day was fairly uneventful. You did try to take off in the parking lot, and I had to use me "She is SUCH a mean mom for talking to her kid like that!" voice when I yelled "ED! Ed, STOP!" (Honestly those people who say their mother NEVER raised their voices must have also NEVER ran in every parking lot their feet touched.) So, thank-you! Then we had lunch in the car and went to Costco. You were good at Costco, too! You sat in the shopping cart and loved tasting all the samples. Your favorite samples were the pancakes and jelly beans. I think we'll just have "lunch" at the Costco sample stands the next time we go. You did freak out the ladies working there when they were scanning our full cart of food and you stood up in the seat of the cart with your arms in the air. They got really worried and said, "Ma'am! Ma'am, um can you help him?" and of course I was already on my way, but I had to jog around the whole check out stand. Next time you are getting the seat belt put around you. Once we got home, the fun stuff began. You didn't use the potty twice within an hour, even though you actually DID. You went and hid on your bed and pooped in your undies. I cleaned you up and we had this conversation about it all, and you said "Otay mom, I know poop goes in the toiwet. It's natty in my undies." Then, about 45 minutes later, you repeat. At dinner time, you stole Kacy's orange, ran around with meat, threw your fork on the ground saying "I no like forks!" and ate your plum. Then, as I was shelling hard boiled eggs, I gave you one. Because you asked so nicely. You started to eat it, and I returned to the task of peeling the eggs. I move on the the dishes, and I look up to your room and see hard boiled egg yolk smeared into the rug and all over your bed. You have now been on your bed for 40 minutes and will remain until it's time for bed (another 10 to go!). I hope that you will read this someday, as an adult, and know three things: 1) I'm glad you made it to adulthood. Because sometimes I worry. 2) You must be potty trained by now, and for that I am grateful. 3) I hope you have a child EXACTLY like you, and that you have a wife that can better handle it than me.
I love you,
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Yesterday in church, as someone was praying, I dutifully told him to fold his arms and close his eyes, as I did. He had his hand in his pants (he was wearing undies-upon his insistence- and has a fascination with scratching his bootie.) As I was concentrating on who knows what, Ed pulls his hand out of his pants and puts his hand by my face. "Here Mom, mell my pinger." Gross. So stinkin' gross.