My son and his friend entered the following video in the Full Moon Film Festival . They won 3rd place overall and best mockumentary. Happy son. Happy momma.
Hamilton vs. Burr from Luke Tipton on Vimeo.
FOR TODAY -as part of The Simple Woman's Daybook
Outside my window... The Bradford pear trees will be in full bloom by the end of the day.
I am thinking... of all the things I need to get done that I've been putting off.
I am thankful for... a stocked pantry, and a healthy family that can eat all of said pantry.
From the learning rooms... comes the sound of memorizing the multiplication tables, groaning over term papers, The Hobbit being read aloud, and me clicking around on the computer looking for a better foreign language curriculum.
From the kitchen... I can see the chicken stock that boiled all day yesterday but was forgotten and not refrigerated overnight. Grrrr.
I am creating... My afghan is almost finished. I'm merely weaving in ends and then need to wash and block it.
I am going... to stay home today. It's my favorite place.
I am reading... I am re-reading For the Children's Sake, by Susan Schaeffer McCauley.
I am hoping... to be self-disciplined today.
I am hearing... birdsong and the hum of my computer.
Around the house... is an uncommon mess. We were too busy yesterday.
One of my favorite things... Yarn. I'm dreaming of my next project.
Here are my "pictures for thought"...
I never imagined it would be so sweet
with crow's feet,
in the corners of my mind.
I had plans Saturday. Our family was going to the Full Moon Film Festival Award's Night. Just when I think you are gone for good you have to show up.
Unknown Mutation, Fatty Acid Oxidation Disorder, relic from the fall of man- I don't like you. It's your fault that my 4 yo couldn't wake up to get ready to go.
My husband called, out of town, and running late; he couldn't make it home in time...
I hang up to check 4 yo's blood sugar. It's your fault it drops so low.
It had only been 2 hours since his last snack. He should have been fine. Again, your fault.
The way my son lay on his side, eyes staring, pupils too large, refusing to drink or eat, your fault.
The screetchy crying that everyone in the family hates, your fault.
I sent the teens out the door without me, without their Dad. Go win an award son...
Carbohydrates later, 4 yo is fine. He's happy and energetic. He doesn't remember his own drama, the drama you cause. I'm drained, angry, sad, worried- but mostly just tired.
I realize that if we had not been trying to leave for the film festival I would not have had to wake my 4 yo. It could have been too late. So there, FOD, take that! There are forces working to defeat you.
I have no tidy wrap-up for this story. I just know I don't like you FOD.
I will do my best to defeat you too.
My 18 yo was obedient. He and his film partner won 3rd place overall, and 1st place in the "mockumentary" category. Wahoo for them!
This is in honor of The Girl Next Door Grows Up . She has a fun blog- and her comments always give me ideas. After my Needs More Cow Bells post The Girl suggested photoshopping the tuba.....
- Judge not, lest it comes back to bite you in the rear.
Half the heads in the restaurant whipped around. No tongue-ripping child could be seen. "What little girl," asked the Barbie-mom?
"The one with blond hair and...", Snotty-girl proceeded to describe my sweet, petite, 32 pound, 4 year old, gentle daughter.
"What! Surely snotty-girl lies," I thought/hoped. Barbie-mom, Snotty-girl and friends left the restaurant after a brief (and loud) discussion of how awful other children were, while I attempted cowardly invisibility.
I am thankful for... the fact that every morning provides a second chance.
From the learning rooms... comes the sounds of groaning; even I have Spring fever.
From the kitchen... is a conspicuous silence. I don't know what I'm going to cook for today.
I am creating... my knitted afghan is almost complete. To my surprise and delight the random pattern has exactly 3 repeats. 3 is a great number.
I am going... to our state's Home School Rally Day at the state capital so my tuba-playing daughter can perform with her homeschool band.
I am reading... "Women's Work the First 20,000 Years", by Elizabeth Barber
I am hoping... that my frustrated child will wake up refreshed.
I am hearing... nothing, nada, not a sound, other than the birds. I love the time change, my toddlers wake with the morning light rather than the clock.
Around the house... are a million misplaced books. So many readers in this house- but I'm not about to complain.
One of my favorite things... gardening.
A few plans for the rest of the week: My 18 yo's film festival showing. I hope he and his co-creator win in a least one category.
This week for Feel Good Friday I decided to list 4 things that made me happy this week and 1 funny memory. O.k., so that's not one of the official The Girl Next Door prompts. However it fits in with my total inability to follow any recipe- however written.
First the memory: Spell-check is my best friend. Unfortunately, 22 years ago when I was writing our wedding thankyou notes, spell-check was unavailable. Also unfortunately- the hot gift that year was bowls. Yes, I thanked dozens of people for their thoughtfulness in giving us such beautiful bowels.
Outside my window... The Bradford pear trees in my neighbor's backyard look suspiciously fat and are tinged with pink. Just a day or two of sunshine and a little warmth is all they need.
I am thinking... That if my computer doesn't start working properly I'm going to have to put myself in time-out.
I am thankful for... A new friend. I was invited by a young mom from my church to go paint shopping yesterday. I had a great time. I know I was not that smart or relaxed of a mom with my first baby.
From the kitchen... Comes the sound of my refrigerator that is slowly freezing all its contents.
I am wearing... My newly finished wool socks.
I am creating... A prettier house. I have buckets of paint sitting around waiting for me.
I am going... To go refrigerator shopping.
I am reading... The Explosive Child
I am hoping... I am hoping to be sweet and loving today even though computer and refrigerator problems have me riled-up. I will be depending on God's grace.
I am hearing... The sound of my 10 year old daughter waiting. She wants to email a friend before school starts- on the kid's computer.... which I am borrowing.
Around the house... The afore-mentioned paint buckets of the most beautiful colors of high end paint you have ever seen. All bought for $5 a gallon.
One of my favorite things... Sleep. I've been getting it lately. Happy sigh.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing...
My oldest child turns 18 next week. It's really not possible. However, he received his selective service envelope so it must be true.
All month I've been reminiscing about the poor guinea-pig of a child. We call him that because we learned how to be parents by experimenting on him. Before he was born I don't think I had actually been in the same room with an infant.
When he was somewhere in the 4- 6 yo range he suddenly developed a fear of birds. Irrational fears were not something I was predisposed to be especially compassionate about. Mind you- I was a young mom and I was not going to have a fraidy-cat child.
One evening after dinner I asked my son to go fetch a book from the den. He refused and got a wild-eyed scared look. Immediately I was annoyed.
"Go get the book, Now," I repeated.
"Why," I asked?
"Because of the birds."
"What birds? There are no birds in the den. GO NOW."
Meltdown occurred. His legs turned to rubber. I marched over to him, scooped him up, and attempted to squelch my mental visions of him on a playground with a "kick me, I'm a wimp" sign on his back. We would face this fear!
"They will fly through the window and get me," he screamed from my arms as I walked.
"Nonsense, it's dark out, the birds are all asleep."
I walked with him up to one of the windows and we peered out together, our noses next to the glass. His body started to relax in my arms. There was the beginning of a smile. Then...
A huge black bird slammed into the glass. I kid you not. The whole wall of the den seemed to rattle with the force of the bird's impact.
I must have jumped a foot; I've never been so startled in all my life. My son launched himself off the top of my head with the power of primal fear and landed clinging to the ceiling with his fingernails.
It was the official beginning of my career as a spin-doctor. Voice still quivering I said, "See, the birds can't get through the glass."
The strength of the window helped him over his fear. I however, had trouble walking past the den windows at night without feeling jittery for months afterward.
This was my Feel Good Friday Memory. Yes, I know that it is somewhat twisted that a story involving inadvertently scaring the snot out of my son makes me feel good. But, well... it does. For other stories, memories, and great lists, visit The Girl Next Door Grows Up for-