October 17, 2011

"your heart"


Olivia:
Dis house is aw of ours. Because some day yer goin tah get ode an be a gramma. And den you will be an ode gramma. And I will marry Jonas or Simon. And I will have a baby and anuddah baby, and I will name dem Seeping Booty and Prince Charming; no, Prince Phillip. And because my babies will get married. And den you will die. And someone will take your heart. And I will miss you.

Me:
Oh, I will miss you too. I love you! And, why will they take my heart? For someone else to use it? (What a wise, generous - with MY heart - child.)

Olivia:
Yes.

Me:
Is that what you meant? For someone else to use my heart?

Olivia:
Well, no. Someone will take your heart to make jewy.

Me:
(I tried to interpret her "jewy," forgot what my guesses were; seems easier to identify when transcribed here).

Olivia:
No. Jewy. (And picks up the ring Auntie Sandy gave her. She LOVES the ring. Thanks, Sandy!)

October 16, 2011

harvest time

YAY!! We finally harvested the fruit of the mystery flowering plant. A delicious cucumber. We served it up with some "Crazy Janes," and little O ate most of it.

October 01, 2011

kids' art

Oh, how the art flows in, and in, and in.
I keep saving too much of it, in hopes that I'll find the time to do this.
Some day.
For now I have a few pics taken of some of it, and piles of art all over.  

September 01, 2011

Out with the Old...

In with the New!

Certifiable optimism does not fit a giant box into a Honda Pilot, so we must thank our generous neighbors for lending us a truck. I sure hope the trap latches again...

Mucho thanks to beautiful (and surprisingly brawny) Carey for riding along in the biga$$ pick-em-up truck and for not dropping the box.

Without (swoop-in-for-the-glory) Scott, it would have remained a giant barrier in the kitchen. Thank you, hon, for assembling our new kitchen pride.

And, Oh-yihvia, you were the BEST hander-of-the-screws, a frightfully underappreciated role.

Without all the aforementioned parties, my dream of BIG dinners would have remained but a dream. Instead...

Bring on the dinner parties, book club dinners, and school projects, which are sure to guarantee this piece will never look the same.

(And, please bring on some new, funky chairs to complement it adequately.)

When are you coming for dinner?

July 04, 2011

Happy 4th!

Fireworks on the drive woke me.
Fireworks while I lay on the blanket under the tree startled me.
Fireworks lit off by my son terrified me (for his digit-al integrity).
Fireworks popped by my Dollit got old.
The Pyrotechnics display by Scott was incredible, especially if you LOOOOOVE fireworks.
I love him.
Hope you all had a Happy Independence Day!

July 02, 2011

Beartooth Mountains Boppit

Following the Red Lodge, MT parade, we filled up on a vacation soda, and then sweets from the Montana Candy Emporium and then trapped the kids in the car for the forty-five minute drive back to the ranch. Needless to say, we took an opportunity to appreciate the beauty, stretch our legs, and get out of the car.

June 12, 2011

"Not Torture Her"

Zach, shouting up the street to the neighbor friends:
"I'm helping Livia! With her band aid! It's nice to help her! Not torture her!"

June 09, 2011

Olivvy Lou Retton

This was filmed at O's first "Mini Devos" gymnastics class. Her teacher, Miss Maria, said after two classes with the preschool group, "Oh, she does not belong in dis class. She must come to Mini Devos. She will come to Mini Devos, then in the fall she will be ready for Devos. Looook at dose legs. She is a sprinter. Sprinter! We will call her 'Sprinter.' Can we call you 'Sprinter?'"
Olivia, "No. I'm Ohyihvia. But you can call me 'Billie.'"

It's pretty cute to see these little ones.

May 02, 2011

Giga Ball

Thank you, Wikipedia. Math class was a GIGA-long time ago, and I knew "giga" was a lot, but it's nice to use exponents correctly.
Giga (play /ɡɪɡæ/ or /ɪɡæ/) is a unit prefix in the metric system indicating multiplication of a unit by 109 or 1000000000. It has the symbol G

See below for the kids' GIGAmounts of fun with Zach's birthday GIGA Ball.
Daddy is GIGA-cool for taking them to the BIG hill near us. 
Mommy's GIGA-glad he kept them on the smaller of the big hills at that park.
And Daddy's still semi-GIGA in the doghouse for his "funny" call from the park, 
"Uh, which is the closest hospital?" 
Turns out it was all in GIGA-good fun.

from
"Z and O (Dick and Jane's cousins from Colorado)
       at the Park"
See O roll.   
Bouncy, funny O.

Big ball. Big hill.
Chase her Z. Laughing Z.

Funny, fun play at the park.

See Z roll.   
Flipping, flopping Z.

Rolling fast. Down the grass.
Dizzy Z. Laughing O.

Time for home.

(And no trip to the hospital)

February 11, 2011

the symphony

Sometimes I romanticize the event. I make reservations several weeks in advance and look forward to exposing the kids to "real culture" and being classy myself. It's even fun to consider it a dress-up-worthy day.






I truly believe it's an amazing event, and I love that Inside the Orchestra makes it possible for kiddos to be ThisClose to the music, and really soak in the experience. For three years in a row, we've attended the on-the-stage performance at Boettcher Auditorium. It's like theatre in the round, but the audience is surrounded. Love it!

But. I have to be honest and clarify that it's not classy. Or at least not for my crew. It's hectic. Reviewing this year's performance *which I truly did LOVE*, I found all this pouring onto the keyboard:

**
Whew. I love [it] every year, but every year it's never the relaxing, sweep-me-away experience I envision. Rather, it's rush-rush-rush, park, scrunch in, try to find friends who are also there with kids, "pardon me" closer to them, try to get comfortable, laugh at the conductor's jokes (though this year he asked the 7-year-old pianist if her mother was a "Tiger Mama;" at first it seemed a tactless comment, but on reflection, it struck me as a little racist), wish Figaro's song wasn't quite so long, LOVE all the surround sound, reposition, tell the kid to sit down, again, marvel at being on stage!, sigh, soak in the music, dig out a couple of bucks, shuffle up to an instrument for the kid to touch, be swept off stage, potty, try to remember where the car is, rush back to school.
**
Having gotten that out, I do feel free to simply LOVE the experience as one of the most magical events for kids. I mean, really, how can you go wrong when little people are surrounded by world class artists playing the theme song from Star Wars?!
For a more loving review of the symphony from a couple of years ago (and the set list is pretty much the same each year), see here.

January 28, 2011

Billy / Billie / Olivia Cate

Olivia: "Do 'Bih-yee' saht wih dis yetter?" (holding up a "B" in the bathtub)
Me: "Yes!! Good girl!"

So the one day of being "Billie" at school** did stick a little bit...smart girl!! :)

She was determined to finish spelling "Billie" despite the fact that we have only one 'L' and one 'I.' We substituted a '7' and a 'Y' respectively.

**For those of you who missed The Saga, here's what went down:

Olivia is darn cute and LOVES to talk a lot (Grandma Marty can account for 30 minutes+ of Olivia's jibber jabber on the swing recently, and Nana and Pop recall the car trip to Georgetown during which we could barely cut into her monologue). We don't, however, understand all that she says, as her articulation is not fantastic.

Last April we had her speech evaluated, and heard she was "on track." Kids develop at different rates, and many sounds are not mastered until age 7.

At her preschool this fall, however, the Speech & Hearing Screen determined she should have some further evaluation. We took her back to Child Find for a more in-depth eval, and they decided she was on the cusp of needing some assistance. If we were interested in switching her to a public preschool, she'd receive free preschool and some speech intervention.

I visited the new school without and with Olivia; it is almost exactly 4 miles from us (and very near a drive-through Starbucks and "the Red Park"). The director and her assistant are fabulous, and the philosophy and activities are too. On the day we visited together, Olivia jumped right in and began shaving "Steve" the mannequin head, with real shaving cream (glad the school thinks that mess is fun!) at the salon learning center and she LOVED playing cashier, selling candy and real popcorn at the movie theater learning center.

Hoping this is all for the best, but sad to leave friends and teachers at the old school, we decided to enroll O at the new school, excited that she'll be getting intervention early.

A couple of cons to the sitchiation: 1) Zach now attends school five mornings a week from 8:30-11:15a, and O attends 4 afternoons from 12-2:30p. That doesn't leave much time to try to make O eat something for lunch, and does add up to some quality car time. 2) Before her arrival, there were already two 'Olivia's in her class. The teachers wondered if our O had any nicknames, and I shared that I call her "Billy" (not having ever spelled it, and mentioning that she wasn't super-thrilled with that name when I asked what she wanted to be called at school) or we could go with "Olivia Cate."

On her first day, the teachers greeted us, with, "Why, hello, Billy! Are you excited to start school here, Billy? Here's your coat hook, Billy." (Said coat hook was labeled "Billy.")

Gulp.

Olivia said, "My name is not Bih-yee. My name is Oh-yih-via, but you can cah me "Bih-yee." Sweet girl!

Despite her ready attitude, my stomach began to drop. "Billy" flashed at me on her attendance plaque, and play plan sheet, etc. They asked how I was feeling about her nickname, and I asked that we be allowed to think about it, and in the mean time please change it to "Billie" with an 'ie.' No problem, they said. "Billie, we'll just show you around..."

Talking to Scott ("Hmm, I'm not sure we want her to be called 'Billie' just because two other Olivia's beat us to her class") and friends ("She'll be like Miley Cyrus in a few years, legally changing her name because she's always been "Billie"), and chewing it over, I decided we needed to go with "Olivia Cate." I mean, otherwise she'd have been learning to spell and pronounce her name as "Billie." I started picturing her years down the road, in 6th grade and at graduation, introducing herself as "Billie." Personally, I LOVE the nickname, but I didn't want that to be her name officially unless she chooses to be that later in life.

So, identity crisis *hopefully* averted, she remains Olivia Cate. And she appears to be thriving in the new class. :)

January 20, 2011

Writing Tips

http://www.poewar.com/fifteen-craft-exercises-for-writers/

http://www.poewar.com/12-exercises-for-improving-dialogue/

January 18, 2011

Kid-isms

January 6, 2011

Olivia: Mommy, when you go anuhduh baby in uhs sommack, can you put a Inkedibuhs [Incredibles] suit on it? Cuz I want uhs hoe famy to be Inkedibuhs foh Hahyoween.

Me: Hmmmm, we'll see, Olivia. But I don't think we're going to grow another baby.

* * *
Later, and *completely* unrelated:
Olivia: yay! Maybe means yes. ( glass is half full for her)

* * *
After dropping Olivia off at her afternoon preschool, Zach must have been comparing how he's in school in the AM and Olivia's in the PM with how college classes can be scheduled flexibly as well.

He asked me, "Mom, do you think I should go to college in the daytime or at night?"
Me: "I think during the day."
Zach: "I think at night, so I can spend all day with you."

SWEET, SWEET boy!!

* * *

It had been a long week of Scott traveling, and I decided to try a new tactic. ;/

When the kids (read: Olivia) were having a hard time cleaning up, after several warnings, I finally went into her room with *The Pillowcase.* Duh-duh-duuuuuhhhh.

I put a few toys in it, saying, "You are not cleaning up, so I will take some of these for you."

She Freaked.Out. Crying, screaming. Quite unusual for her. (Now, several days and lots of TLC and fluids later, I realize she was probably heading for the flu. Poor thing.)

Anyway, she continued to cry, saying she'd pick up her room. I left her to it. But, meanwhile, next door Zach was done cleaning his room, but began crying himself.

"But, Mom, she loooooooves Doggy! Can I help her earn him back?"

Why, sure, Zach. You can help her clean. (And I don't have Doggy, btw. But you guys clean a bit, and I'll let you know that later.)

Can you see the red horns on my head??? Ugh. Oh, well. There are many things I could do better in hindsight. This episode was probably one of them, but I'm okay with instilling a little accountability.

January 12, 2011

So Stealthy...


She was so quiet over near the sliding door, as I finished up MOPS minutes.

"Wow," I thought. "She's being so good."

I even had a tinge of PMS-induced emotion. "She's getting so biiiiiiig. Going to school four days a week, keeping herself occupied, treating the cats more gently."

Looking more closely at her, crouched on the doormat, I caught sight of the pink XO goodie bag I brought home from the MOPS retreat. It's filled with M&Ms and peanuts and candy.

!

She said she was feeding Sumo. How nice of her.