Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Uncle Reagan's Visit



My brother Reagan came and spent about 2 weeks with us. It was a great two weeks, and I was so surprised with how many of my kids' performance-type stuff he got to see. Not living close to family, this is a rarity for my kids to have someone besides Todd and I there to watch them be awesome.
The boys had a soccer game, though the weather was terribly cold.
The older three boys presented at a science fair. 
Michael's project was feeding a plant milk, orange juice, or water and seeing which is best. He spent three weeks feeding these plants their designated liquid and measuring their growth. In the end the milk and orange juice fed plants died. When he gave his presentation to the judges, I was impressed. It was difficult for him in the fact that he was asked a lot of questions (he's use to always being the one asking the questions), but he kept calm and a maintained a cheerful disposition.

Roger's project was seeing if people could identify objects without seeing them but only feeling them. He surveyed people that came around the house, and with all the traffic with nurses and everyone, he got his 20 people in no time. Unfortunately I missed Roger's presentation for Michael was presenting in a different room at the same time. But according to Todd, he was amazing. Roger is a real people person and knows how to talk to people in a pleasant way, how to be understood by them, and knows how to answer any questions. He answered all the questions confidently and presented his project clearly. We later found out that Roger won First Place.
 William wanted to know why ice cracks. For his project, we researched and discovered why ice cracks. We had such a good time doing this that we started asking more questions and doing more experiments such as: What weighs more, ice or water? William was probably the youngest presenter at the Science Fair and did an excellent job explaining his project.

Todd, Reagan, Michael and I went to a Brian Regan show. Todd and I had gotten tickets from my mom for my birthday. Reagan absolutely loves him, so we were lucky enough to get tickets for him and Michael. I wasn't sure if Michael would like the show, but knew he would enjoy going out with us. To say he enjoyed the show is an understatement. Though I didn't get to experience it since he and Reagan were sitting at a different section, I heard that Michael giggled the entire time. Afterwards he giggled all the way home.


Reagan was also here for Michael's birthday, which included watching the boys' Olmsted Performing Arts end of the year performance. The boys sang some songs, acted out a couple of scenes from plays, and danced a dance. It was so cute. I loved seeing them perform and have a good time.

The three older boys have been taking piano lessons for a year. Their teacher is an awesome homeschooling mom who motivates my boys so much. My boys love it and will bang on the piano quite often throughout the day.
Reagan was able to watch them at the semi-annual recital.

Michael kept looking up towards Evee while he played his pieces. I couldn't blame him for Evee was dancing away. Who knew that going to a piano recital would be the most thrilling thing of the year. Evee loved the music, danced to it, and clapped her hands with the applause.
Roger was confident and played well.
William looked very sharp at the piano, and played well too.
Grant started lessons a month ago and was able to perform as well. He was super cute playing "Mary Had a Little Lamb".
After the recital, we went with our friends to our favorite ice cream place, a Gelato shop. It is amazing. Our friends have 4 kids, and with my kids, it seemed like there was a huge army.

While Reagan was here, we went down to Columbus. We went to White Castle - everyone's first time going there, except for Todd who use to pound the little sliders while he worked Road Crew during the summer in college. 
While I went to the temple, everyone else went to Ohio State campus.

They even went into the Horseshoe






While they were there they learned that one of the university's past presidents was involved with the Underground Railroad. 

A couple of days later, Grant drew this:

The top individuals, standing on grass, are (Left to Right): Grant, me, Todd, and Reagan (he's really tall). We are at Ohio State. On the bottom is the Underground Railroad beneath us, with a “servant” (as Grant called him) running away. I loved seeing his depiction of what he had heard and loved that he had remembered it.

Todd and Reagan tore down our old play set and put together the new one we had ordered. It was a lot of work, and they did a good job. The boys are excited about the new play set, and I am thankful to not worry about the play set falling on them. 

We went bike riding with Reagan. We like to do this Bike-aboard, which entails riding your bikes on the towpath one way, and riding the train the other way. 
 William was having a hard time riding, so he and Todd were behind the rest of us. When we came to the train stop, we looked at the time and distance, and decided that if we hurried, we could meet the train at the next stop instead, and meet up with Todd and William on the train.

When we were coming to the next stop, I heard the train whistle and realized that we had missed the train. So, we turned around and biked back. It ended up being great for I was able to have a nice conversation with Mikey and Roger. Roger is such a connecting person, he creates the best conversations.

Evee fell asleep, and since she was sitting up, I had to reach my arm back to hold up her head. I have to say, it is a heavy head. No wonder it took her so long to get strong enough to hold it up.





Reagan likes to find races to do. So he found a scavenger hunt 5K, that he thought he would enjoy. Todd did it with him. 
The funny thing is that living in Utah and living outside of Utah are very different. Todd and Reagan soon found that this entire race was pretty much a drinking race where you went from one bar to the next. They were the only ones going into the bars requesting their sheets to be marked off while refusing a drink. But they did get some great Race Garb.


Reagan was with us for almost two weeks, but the time just flew. It is so much fun having him visit. He is fun to have around.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

A Letter to My Children


Dear Children,

I sit, surrounded by a messy house. Clothes, especially socks, are strewn around me, toys are everywhere to be stepped on, and I hate to look closely at any wall/corner/door of my house because there are streaks of dirt, hand prints, and chipped paint that shows the wear and tear of our home. There are couch pillows on the floor, and a foul odor coming from your rooms. The noise level in our home is quite high. There are screams of excitement, shouts of frustration, sounds of people running around, and lots of sound effects coming from your mouths.
I use to be cute and stylish, now I am lucky to be wearing a clean shirt. White snot streaks plague the shoulders of my shirts, and I only seem to notice that they are there after being in public. Speaking of going out in public, it is something that is not easy. Just the idea of getting loaded into the van can send a wave of exhaustion over my body.
For Mother's Day today, I requested that I be able to take a nap, only to find someone coming in every 15 minutes to complain about someone, ask about something, or seeking comfort. If you can imagine, I didn't quite get the rest I was desiring. Restful, uninterrupted sleep is now something I experience only in my dreams.
Today is my 10th Mother's Day as a mother, and let me tell you, I am not the same person I was 11 years ago. But I will say, I would not change a thing. I love seeing your smiles, hearing your laughter. I love cuddling with you, I love to hear your voice, hear your ideas - even when I don't quite understand them. I feel your frustrations, I feel your pains. I cry when you cry, I rejoice when you rejoice. I love teaching you, I love reading to you. I love when your trying to be funny, I love when you're funny though you're trying to not. I love holding you close, I love when you play with my hair. I love seeing you play together, I love when you hold or play with your little sisters. I love your imaginations. I love seeing you grow and develop, I love to see your progress, yet I am always saddened with each milestone for it means you are closer to becoming an adult.
You may mess up my house, you may mess up my hair, but I wouldn't change a thing. I love you. I love you so much. I loved you as babies, I loved you as toddlers, I love you as the children you are. Though I love to see who you are becoming each day, my only wish is that I could pause time, for it seems to be going by way too fast. I love my moments with you, I love your noises, I love your hand prints - even when they are on the windows. I love the dandelion weeds you pick for me. I love your excitement about life. I love your trust in people, I love your giggles, I love watching you walk, watching you run. I  love your facial expressions. I love your hope, I love your sense of reality, I love your faith, I love your determination. I love your creativity, I love your energy, I love your hands, I love your toes, I love the way your face scrunches when you are concentrating, I love seeing your enthusiasm about a new book. I love celebrating your birthdays, celebrating your life. I love your utter acceptance and love for me, I love your compassion for one another. I love your optimism, I love your joy.
This Mother's Day, I am grateful. I get to be a mom, I get to be your mom, and I love it. 
Thank you for being my child. Thank you for not only enriching my life, but for changing it.

Love, Mom




Monday, May 5, 2014

Spliting Family Tree

The boys and I are reading the life history of Todd's maternal grandfather, Roger. Roger and Todd's grandmother got divorced 5 years into their marriage. I don't want them to be judgmental about people who get divorced, so when I got to the part where Roger writes about his divorce,  I tried to not emphasize it at all. Despite my efforts, I was surprised with the boys' reactions.
You would have thought I had just told them that their kitten got hit by a car. They were devestated. They were sad. They could not believe that such a horrible thing had occured. Knowing that my parents are divorced, Mikey cried out, "Why does there have to be so many divorces splitting up our family tree!"