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Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
It is official
It sounds really important when someone says: "It's official!"
If no one has been listening to you up until that point, all ears perk up...
Sometimes, people say "It's O..." because they want to announce the impending birth of their offspring, or because they have a new job, or even because they have made the "great "discovery... :)
Whatever the reason, when we see or hear that something is official, we all have a deep need to know this "official"news.
So, without further adue, "It's official, we have joined the homeschooler crowd." It was really easier than we (I) thought it might be. We have met several families, and we are very excited about school starting. Our curriculum should arrive the first part of next week, and we will be off! This is the first time since Jaylee was old enough to go to school that I am excited, and she is too... Wes and Kolin are excited too (they don't know any different)
We are lookiing toward our first field trip next Friday to the museum in Boise City for a living history day. There will be about 30 booths set up to demonstrate various things from the past. Example: wheat grinding, clothes washing, ice cream making,ect. My kids are really excited.
So we are off, and "It's official"
If no one has been listening to you up until that point, all ears perk up...
Sometimes, people say "It's O..." because they want to announce the impending birth of their offspring, or because they have a new job, or even because they have made the "great "discovery... :)
Whatever the reason, when we see or hear that something is official, we all have a deep need to know this "official"news.
So, without further adue, "It's official, we have joined the homeschooler crowd." It was really easier than we (I) thought it might be. We have met several families, and we are very excited about school starting. Our curriculum should arrive the first part of next week, and we will be off! This is the first time since Jaylee was old enough to go to school that I am excited, and she is too... Wes and Kolin are excited too (they don't know any different)
We are lookiing toward our first field trip next Friday to the museum in Boise City for a living history day. There will be about 30 booths set up to demonstrate various things from the past. Example: wheat grinding, clothes washing, ice cream making,ect. My kids are really excited.
So we are off, and "It's official"
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The other PC
The first time I called Poison control, I was terrified. Not terrified that my child was going to die or be permanently disfigured, but that someone on the other end of the telephone line was going to think me a bad mother. Jaylee was less than one year old, and you would have thought too small to get into something she did not need to be in. Well, you would be wrong if you thought that way...
I thought that way, and she had gotten into my medicine. It was my Prednisone. If you do not know what that is, it is a steroid. I knew enough to know that I had to call poison control. I had the handy little magnet on my fridge. (the one the doctor gives you and you thnk to yourself "I will never need this" Emphasis on I...)
Anyway, it was fine, and they told me to give her some milk.....
#2 I had to call PC b/c Kolin ate half a tube of toothpaste... the tube says, do not eat, if you do call a doctor.....Remedy:drink milk
#3 Hello PC this is Leslee and my son just drank 2T of children's Tylenol after I gave him a dose....Have some milk...
Any patterns here?
#4 So today, I am doing some cleaning and using Bar Keeper's Friend. My granny always poured a little on the counter and used her rag to pick up a bit and do her scrubbing.... so like the lady with the ham butt, I do as I see... My little worker bees are in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher and Jaylee (10 1/2) says Kolin (3 1/2) said this powder tastes bad....I look at the bottle... do not eat, if you do, contact a doctor... which to me means "hello, Poison control, this is Leslee (again)" When I pick up the phone to call for HELP, Jaylee tells me she had some too. Which is great b/c I can tell PC that not only am I a bad mother who doesn't watch her toddler, I also never taught my 10 year old not to put unknown things in her mouth...
Long and short of it is, Drink some milk!
It is humiliating to let others know you are a failure....It is scary that someone may come take your kids b/c you are doing a terrible job, and strike # ? of calling Poison Control could be your last....It is comforting to know that something that God gave us may be the cureall to what we need..... and it is good to know that a magnet on your fridge can stop alot of worrying.
So don't be afraid to call them if you find out that the small people in your care injest things you would never imagine....
I thought that way, and she had gotten into my medicine. It was my Prednisone. If you do not know what that is, it is a steroid. I knew enough to know that I had to call poison control. I had the handy little magnet on my fridge. (the one the doctor gives you and you thnk to yourself "I will never need this" Emphasis on I...)
Anyway, it was fine, and they told me to give her some milk.....
#2 I had to call PC b/c Kolin ate half a tube of toothpaste... the tube says, do not eat, if you do call a doctor.....Remedy:drink milk
#3 Hello PC this is Leslee and my son just drank 2T of children's Tylenol after I gave him a dose....Have some milk...
Any patterns here?
#4 So today, I am doing some cleaning and using Bar Keeper's Friend. My granny always poured a little on the counter and used her rag to pick up a bit and do her scrubbing.... so like the lady with the ham butt, I do as I see... My little worker bees are in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher and Jaylee (10 1/2) says Kolin (3 1/2) said this powder tastes bad....I look at the bottle... do not eat, if you do, contact a doctor... which to me means "hello, Poison control, this is Leslee (again)" When I pick up the phone to call for HELP, Jaylee tells me she had some too. Which is great b/c I can tell PC that not only am I a bad mother who doesn't watch her toddler, I also never taught my 10 year old not to put unknown things in her mouth...
Long and short of it is, Drink some milk!
It is humiliating to let others know you are a failure....It is scary that someone may come take your kids b/c you are doing a terrible job, and strike # ? of calling Poison Control could be your last....It is comforting to know that something that God gave us may be the cureall to what we need..... and it is good to know that a magnet on your fridge can stop alot of worrying.
So don't be afraid to call them if you find out that the small people in your care injest things you would never imagine....
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
A REAL JOB
I am standing in the room. All eyes are on me. I can tell by their expressions they do not believe I possess any intelligence. This may be the hardest sell of my life.
I begin, "I know what I am talking about. Who do you think I am? I have been to college and have even graduated and have a piece of paper to prove it."
These people do not care about the paper, the college, or the fact that I have complete assurance that I am right in what I am talking about. These people are unreasonable. That doesn't sound like a horrific thing, but think about the word unreasonable.....it means can't be reasoned with... have you ever tried to reason with someone who is un reasonable?
It is impossible, and I am sure from the previous explanation, you understand the term impossible.
Who are these scary people? Why am I trying to convince them that I am an intelligent, capable person who they should listen to and heed my advice? You wonder, what group of unreasonable people would she waste her time trying to do the impossible with? She must be crazy...
no, I am a mother... of small children, and the people I try to convince I know what I am talkingabout are my children...Only a mother can understand, because from my observations, children somehow don't question their father's intelligence except maybe when they are older.
I have tried to emulate the father, do the way he does it, say it the way he says it, but alas, all my efforts are in vain. These little people don't believe me. They look at me as if to say, "you are good and you try so hard, but we know why you don't have a real job."
I am standing in the room. All eyes are on me. I can tell by their expressions they do not believe I possess any intelligence. This may be the hardest sell of my life.
I begin, "I know what I am talking about. Who do you think I am? I have been to college and have even graduated and have a piece of paper to prove it."
These people do not care about the paper, the college, or the fact that I have complete assurance that I am right in what I am talking about. These people are unreasonable. That doesn't sound like a horrific thing, but think about the word unreasonable.....it means can't be reasoned with... have you ever tried to reason with someone who is un reasonable?
It is impossible, and I am sure from the previous explanation, you understand the term impossible.
Who are these scary people? Why am I trying to convince them that I am an intelligent, capable person who they should listen to and heed my advice? You wonder, what group of unreasonable people would she waste her time trying to do the impossible with? She must be crazy...
no, I am a mother... of small children, and the people I try to convince I know what I am talkingabout are my children...Only a mother can understand, because from my observations, children somehow don't question their father's intelligence except maybe when they are older.
I have tried to emulate the father, do the way he does it, say it the way he says it, but alas, all my efforts are in vain. These little people don't believe me. They look at me as if to say, "you are good and you try so hard, but we know why you don't have a real job."
Friday, December 7, 2007
benefits of small town life
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS TRUE, NO NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT
A few days ago, the children and I ventured off to Alco, a local variety store, to exchange a shotgun. The shotgun belonged to Wes and had failed to work after a short period. I was ok with the gun no longer working because the working part involved making noise, however, we decided that for the price, it should have worked longer. Anyway, we get to Alco and find another gun to replace our defective one. I realize that I had just put new batteries in our original gun, and being thrifty wanted to keep my batteries. So we make our way over to the tools to see if we can find something to open up this gun, because everyone with children knows that it is not as simple as opening a lid to replace batteries... you must first find the tiniest screw driver ever made by man. I think we used to change our own batteries, so I know there were no screws involved. We find the screw drivers, but most are in pacakges--sealed packages. Finallywe found a screw driver that we could use to retrieve our new batteries and we were off to the return isle. The nice lady was helping us with our exchange when this other customer walked up in front of me and began to explain that she had been overcharged for some downey. The sales lady started to explain that she would be right with her when an officer of the law stepped in and said to the downey lady that she needed to finish their conversation. Downey lady told the officer to wait a minute. He explained that he needed to see her ID. She refused. He insisted. I am trying to get my gun and get out of here, and my kids are GLUED to the action. I keep trying to finish my business ASAP and keep the kids facing the opposite way they want. If I only had two kids, it might be possible, but two hands and three kids is not real math. This lady contines to insult the officer and his authority, and he arrests her.... mind you this is about 2-3 feet from where we are standing. This lady has two small children with her in the bakset, and the supporting officer is calling CPS for the kids who are screaming by now.... not my kids, they are SILENT. So we start out the door leaving this scene to unfold further, and my kids ALL want to hold my hand... they never want to hold my hand even when I insist. They are very concerned about all that they have seen and ask many questions. This is something I never expected to see in my life, let alone at ALCO in Dalhart. We travel home and I do my best to explain that it is important to be respectful and follow the rules or when we grow up, we have much bigger trouble.....
A few days ago, the children and I ventured off to Alco, a local variety store, to exchange a shotgun. The shotgun belonged to Wes and had failed to work after a short period. I was ok with the gun no longer working because the working part involved making noise, however, we decided that for the price, it should have worked longer. Anyway, we get to Alco and find another gun to replace our defective one. I realize that I had just put new batteries in our original gun, and being thrifty wanted to keep my batteries. So we make our way over to the tools to see if we can find something to open up this gun, because everyone with children knows that it is not as simple as opening a lid to replace batteries... you must first find the tiniest screw driver ever made by man. I think we used to change our own batteries, so I know there were no screws involved. We find the screw drivers, but most are in pacakges--sealed packages. Finallywe found a screw driver that we could use to retrieve our new batteries and we were off to the return isle. The nice lady was helping us with our exchange when this other customer walked up in front of me and began to explain that she had been overcharged for some downey. The sales lady started to explain that she would be right with her when an officer of the law stepped in and said to the downey lady that she needed to finish their conversation. Downey lady told the officer to wait a minute. He explained that he needed to see her ID. She refused. He insisted. I am trying to get my gun and get out of here, and my kids are GLUED to the action. I keep trying to finish my business ASAP and keep the kids facing the opposite way they want. If I only had two kids, it might be possible, but two hands and three kids is not real math. This lady contines to insult the officer and his authority, and he arrests her.... mind you this is about 2-3 feet from where we are standing. This lady has two small children with her in the bakset, and the supporting officer is calling CPS for the kids who are screaming by now.... not my kids, they are SILENT. So we start out the door leaving this scene to unfold further, and my kids ALL want to hold my hand... they never want to hold my hand even when I insist. They are very concerned about all that they have seen and ask many questions. This is something I never expected to see in my life, let alone at ALCO in Dalhart. We travel home and I do my best to explain that it is important to be respectful and follow the rules or when we grow up, we have much bigger trouble.....
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