Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Point for Wesley

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You can say a lot about Wesley, and I do, but I’m going to give him an A+ for taking care of me when I’m down.

On Monday, I got the 4am flu, the 4th (and last?!?) of us to succumb.  Dwayne stayed at home and took care of…well, everything.  I didn’t even leave my bedroom until about 10 o’clock that night.  When Wesley was allowed to visit me after school, he came so gently on the bed, put one cool hand on my forehead, another on my cheek, and I will have a forever-picture in my heart of his blueberry eyes gazing into mine, and telling me, “It’s okay, Mama.  I’m just checking for a fever. I brought you medicine if you need it,” nodding toward the bottle of cherry-flavored children’s Tylenol he had left on my side table.  He read me books, and snuggled up with me so he could have more Mama time.

More than canceling Easter, Sick Mama really throws the kids off, but they all reacted sweetly and helpfully. 

Sunday, April 16, 2017

He Has Risen/We Have Fallen (on our asses)

Easter is usually one of our favorite celebrations; both as a religious ceremony and a huge party Dwayne and I have thrown for family and friends for probably a decade.  This year, on Easter eve we had to text 24 people to cancel everything while two kids were vomiting in the backseat of the car. At 4am, I emailed one of our church pastors that I couldn’t be in the nursery that morning, as one kid and Dwayne were now dog-sick. I was in my PJs until dinner time, as once Dwayne was able to sleep, I didn’t want to disturb him. In between loads of laundry, I packed up the lamb and bread so others could have it at their dinner, as well as the egg hunts we love to do.  Wesley had a hard time staying quiet all day (by “hard”, I mean “impossible”) as he was in a great mood, finally waking up healthy after 48 hours of being miserable. 

No church, no friends, family, feast, nor incompetent adults unable to find their eggs…it was a disappointing and dull Easter for us all. Amber even came up all the way from Oregon to see what all the fuss is about when Auntie Denise throws a spring party!  Now I will have to impress her next year if I can convince her to give me another chance.

I guess the bright side is that I can return some Easter outfits to Costco for a full refund.  Ah, well.  One bust after all the fun years isn’t a horrible record.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Cabin + Campfire + Hotdogs = Wild Fun

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I made a new friend, who’s got four sons (Wesley was so excited to finally have boys to play with!), invited some neighbors over, and suddenly we had 13 kids roasting hotdogs, making s’mores, running up, down, in, and out, and mostly (miraculously?) avoiding injury.

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I’m kinda in love with this little guy, but I don’t think he will even notice me if there are marshmallows in the vicinity.

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I love my friends and my Whidbey space!

Monday, April 10, 2017

Piper’s Bling

Piper worked really hard thWP_20170409_16_29_05_Proe last few days to earn enough money to get her ear’s pierced. She even cleaned our garage to scrape together the last few quarters together. 

And,

Ta-Da!  

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Saturday, March 18, 2017

Snowboarding (like Waterboarding, but Colder)

For Christmas, we gave the kids 3 lessons each at Stevens for snowboarding. 

It’s not an easy snow sport to pick up—I have fond memories because when Dwayne and I began dating, I had already tried boarding and he dived in and bought a board before his first shredding attempt, and we learned together, often while nibbling on, “yum, skier sandwich”. 

Anyway, the theory goes that it takes at least 3 [painful] days before boarding is fun.  After 3 lessons, we have 1 kid who loves it WP_20170130_14_53_35_Pro

(Hint, it’s this one)

and 2 who went from “yeah, this is okay!” to “WAAAHH, I HATE THIS! TAKE ME HOME RIGHT THIS MINUTE! I’M GOING TO BURN MY LONG UNDERWEAR AND SYMBOLICALLY ERASE ALL TRACE OF THE HORRENDOUS ‘SPORT’ ONCE AND FOR ALL!” In about 15 minutes.

I will admit that they did about one 3-hour lesson a month, so it wasn’t an ideal schedule.  Our last day was also a bit of a cluster when we parked in the lot and realized that Wesley did not actually bring his jacket.  The Wombat got really pissy when she had to give her jacket to Wesley, wear Kyla’s jacket, who in turn wore my jacket, and Mama got to wear Dwayne’s extra sweatshirt over my own sweatshirt.  (Really, she was pissy?) [For those wanting to second guess the parenting choice, letting him go without a jacket was not an option.  You can’t place other people in the position of causing your child hypothermia because you want him to suffer.  Also, wasting the last lesson so one parent could sit with him in the lodge for 4 hours while the other parent shredded alone wasn’t really appealing either.]

Anyway, the kids had lift tickets and their rentals for another hour after lessons, so we took them up Daisy for their first bunny hill.  Piper came down well the first time, raced down the second time, and waited and waited and waited for a parent to take her up again.  Meanwhile, Dwayne and I were juggling a Kyla and Wesley who wanted to go down the hill…until they both had their first fall.  I don’t think the wailing started until the second fall, but unfortunately, they had about 100 more falls to go before the bottom.  Eventually, Wesley took off the board and just stomped down the mountain like an injured and furiously wild cat.  Kyla was at least as dramatic.

All I know is that by the time we turned the equipment and got their own boots on, we had three sweating, weeping, angry children…Piper because she couldn’t go down the hill again because of her siblings. 

I reached a new funny in parenting that afternoon.  By the time we made it back to the car, they were lashing out at each other and were starting to recycle the earlier fight over the coats.  So I said in my sternest voice, “Everyone stop talking.  Get in the car and start eating cookies.  Eat lots of cookies NOW.” And then turned away to try not to laugh aloud. 

Kids eating cookies cannot cry or yell.  I’m definitely packing boxes and boxes next time…if we ever try this again!

 

These pictures are just for the kids so they can see how cool they looked back when they learned at age 7, 9, and 10.

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Saturday, March 4, 2017

Always Something Going On—SWI

South Whidbey Island always has something going on!  This time, it was pancake breakfast for the Clinton Community, followed by the Porter Park clean up.

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We partook in both, with glad hearts.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

The New Shoreline Walk…

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…is neither new, nor on the shoreline, but it does access places you can’t see by car, so it was worth the Sunday walk.  The sign is new, so gets to be the backdrop for my kids’ feeling about “going for a family walk”.  Kyla does great, and she and I always take the lead.  Wesley usually runs to catch up with me, and periodically reminds me he is not enjoying this, but he’ll hold my hand if it makes me feel better.  Piper is always chipper, but goes slower than even Dwayne.  This time, she brought along binoculars for birding.  We had an eagle fly over the cabin earlier in the day, but almost nothing on our trail walk! 

The trail is the old paved road that was decommissioned (probably way too close to crumbling ravines straight down to the water and is narrow for cars) along the route we drive to the cabin.  In a very literal sense, it is the low road.  We didn’t measure it in length or time, but our best guess is about a mile each way. 


Check it out next time you’re on the Island!