The Trials of a Busy Mom

Author: Superpaige (Page 44 of 180)

So it ends. And let the summer begin.

Last day of school! How did the school year come to an end so quickly? It’s not even warm yet! Oh, well, despite our many complaints about the cold and rainy spring we’ve had here in Utah, school is indeed over. How did we get here? One party at a time, my friends. One party at a time.

We started out with our back to school breakfast at the bus stop.

and before we knew it, John’s birthday was upon us.

We had a double birthday party day with John and then Natalie and a big blow up velcro wall.

Megan and I took a little road trip to the Shakespearean festival in October, and came back just in time to celebrate Natalie’s birthday and then Ryan’s birthday.

We had our hawk walk tug of war,

got witchy with some friends,

then welcomed Kazuki into our family for a week at Halloween.

There were school parties, church parties, and work parties, which was a good thing because the actual trick-or-treating was VERY cold and wet.

We made houses of gingerbread and frosting,
null & turkeys of oreos and candycorns.

Trees were decorated, concerts were played,

More concerts, in fact

and recitals.

Plays about gingerbread were produced. Before we knew it, Christmas was here!

January brought a new year and new adventures. A quick family trip to Disneyland was a highlight!

Jenna turned 10,

We went to lots and lots of basketball games.

We formed a band.

Then the roadshow took over our lives.

Valentine’s Parties,

and a big fancy anniversary party for Ryan’s parents.

Ryan and Paige had trip to New York, and that was pretty much a great big par-tay!

Cole had a birthday,
Megan had a birthday, and everyone continues to get older.

Before we knew it, Easter was upon us.

Then it was all a downhill slide toward the end of the year. We had Lagoon days, end of the year class parties, teacher gifts, advancement assemblies, more concerts and recitals, and even some finals.

Yearbooks have been signed and phone numbers exchanged. Today is it. The LAST day of school.

The kids have had some wonderful teachers, and for that I am grateful. John went from a reluctant reader to a “I love to read” kid who does not shy away from chapter books, even. His teacher was organized, firm, loving, and fun. It was great to volunteer in her classroom and also help out with parties. Natalie and Jenna both had men teachers (one of whom is retiring–sad) who, with their relaxed attitudes and love of fun, gave both girls a wonderful experience for the school year. Cole survived two AP classes and did very well in them. He also survived his second year of spanish, and while he certainly doesn’t speak it fluently, he will have at least a base knowledge of the language, should the need arise to learn and speak it later. Megan was the top of the food chain in junior high this year. It’s good to have those “oldest” moments, and I think she really enjoyed her 9th grade year. She loved being on the basketball team and I am proud of her doing so well in her classes as well.

I am very proud of them all and looking forward to spending some lazy days ahead.

Chickens

Once there was a girl who wanted chickens. It’s not like she dreamed of having chickens from the time she was little, but as an adult she realized that having a few chickens would be a great experience for her family. They could have animals to take care of, and even fresh eggs.

But the girl’s husband did not share her enthusiasm for the feathered creatures, perhaps because they had so many birds inside the house already. Or perhaps it was the fear that the girl would undoubtedly ask him to BUILD something for the chickens. Because while the girl has plenty of enthusiasm for starting a project, she sometimes lacks the know-how or the right tools to do all the follow through.

Then, in a happy coincidence, the girl found someone offering up a chicken coop on freecycle. And not some far away chicken coop, but a chicken coop in her very own town, not far from her own castle, I mean house. So the girl arranged a pick up time, asked her son and daughter to follow her over in the old beat up truck, and they loaded up the chicken coop and hauled it on home. What could be better?

The children were super enthused about the coop, and they helped the girl paint it a lovely red color.

And a nearby friend even offered up the baby chicks that she had hatched for her preschool kids (Ok, truthfully, she *tried* to hatch some fertilized eggs in time for Easter, but they just didn’t hatch, so she went to IFA and bought some chicks so they would be there by Monday. Her preschool kids were through the roof excited, but now she doesn’t really want to add 3 more chicks to her coops. She already has about 40 chickens. So, as soon as it’s warm enough to keep them outside in this little coop, we’ll adopt them.)

But then the friend un-offered her baby chicks because her husband wanted to keep them (What?) so the girl had to find her own chickens. CLASSIFIEDS!

So the girl found an ad on KSL.com, asked about them, and went over and got some.
We got two California White Leghorns, and two Rhode Island Browns.

When they grow up, they should look like this

(I think.)

They certainly didn’t look so comfortable in the box we brought them home in.

We really don’t know much about them except I got some food, a food dish, a water dish and some bedding, and we’ll see how they do. This week it should really warm up so I won’t need to worry so much about them being cold, which is good.

We put them into their little coop and they seemed a little bit lonely and overwhelmed, and aren’t sure what to do. But they are chickens, after all. They don’t need to do all that much.

The kids are so excited about them. We’re going to have to pick out names, even. When they were all huddled together in the bottom of the pen, I had John crawl in there and get chickens and hand them to me so I could put them up in the nesting box for the night, so they would be warmer. I don’t think they know how to navigate the “ladder”. This morning we all had to run out there and make sure they were still ok, and it looks like they survived the night. Everyone wanted to pet them and say hello.

Ryan tells me I had better be completely happy for the next 6 months. What? I guess I will, then. The girl finally got her chickens. The girl (and her kids) is happy to embark on this chicken raising adventure.

We CAN do it

Our school is doing a new fundraiser for the summer. And, since I’m the fundraiser chairperson this year, even though I’m not in charge of this particular event, you can say I’ve been heavily involved.

We made up #10 cans for each family in our school. We had to close the cans and put the labels on. My friend MaryAnne (who is heading up this campaign) had her son make ALL the slots in ALL the lids.

Then we put all the labels on them.

And loaded them up into cars to transport to the school.

On to distribution. It took a WHOLE lot of preparation and lists to make sure that every family receives one and only one can. At our school, the youngest child is the family rep, so that meant that every Kindergartener and a lot of the first graders get to take the cans home. We went to each classroom with a big box of cans and explained how we want the kids (and parents) to put all their loose change in the can and bring it back when school starts in the fall. I gave my little speech to one of the kindergarten classes right before they left for the day. Shortly after, my the PTA president elect reads a text on her phone and starts to laugh. She reads it out loud for us, “Tell Paige her motivational speech was just a bit TOO good. My kindergartener came home and immediately put her $60 of birthday money into the can.” We were all just busting up. These cans only have the one slot for money to go in. Good luck getting that $60 out of the can.

John got to bring our can home, and it’s now perched proudly in our home, inviting all to dump their spare change from pockets, purses and wallets.

Let’s hope it’s a successful fund raiser. To find out how successful, you’ll have to tune in in September, when we get to open all those cans and count all the money–Hooray.

Hi, Mom!

My Mom and Dad have entered the digital age, and they have a BLOG!! It’s mostly a way to show off their pictures from their wonderful travel adventures, like this one.

Hooray for them!!!

Do me a favor and check it out, would you, please? They would love some happy comments, I am sure. You can find them at http://colemansonthego.blogspot.com/

Oh, and just in case I forget, you can catch me on Sunday’s Music and the Spoken Word broadcast. I’ll be the blonde one ringing the bells.

Oh, Scouting. How I love thee.

I have been pretty frustrated with the whole scouting thing, and have shared my opinion liberally with many of my friends. I just don’t know why those people in charge must make it so complicated and confusing, and why there is a complete lack of communication from the ones in charge to the the ones who make things happen–the MOTHERS.

It probably doesn’t help that I’m in the Primary presidency, and we are currently wracking our brains to figure out who would possibly be good cub scout leaders for the little guys. It’s not an easy calling, and there are NOT a lot of people who will do it. Double frustration for scouts.

Why is there not a book titled “Eagle Scouts for dummies”? Maybe there is, let me check. Nope. They do have this book at amazon, though.

Some mom out there needs to write a book explaining to all the other moms out there the steps to follow to help the sons of the world complete in an orderly fashion, all the requirements. So that we won’t be running back and forth trying to get things done, saying, “I thought you DID all those requirements.”

Ahem.

Well, before I pull every single one of my hairs out and work myself into a tirade where the only thing will help me calm down is a plate of mint brownies or other such sugar and fat laden confection, I’ll skip most of the complaining and go right to the good news.

Cole has finally obtained all the signatures needed, and is ready to START his Eagle project.

Can I get a “Hallelujah”?

He will be collecting used eye glasses. We’re hoping for 100 pairs. Then he will clean them, make minor repairs, and have eye doctors tell us what the RX would be, then we’ll package them up nicely and give them to a local charity, who will then send them to Iraq, where they will be distributed to people who don’t have glasses.

So, do you have glasses hanging around collecting dust? Would you like to get rid of them? Here’s your chance. Let me know, and I’ll send the boy over to pick them up. Or you could just bring them to me. Or send them to us.

We WILL get this project completed.
He WILL get those last couple of things finished up and pass off those remaining merit badges.
We WILL figure out the whole paperwork thing and get everything done and turned in.

We have 10 months to do it.
Wish us luck.

April showers bring.. more showers

The rain, it keeps coming. Last night I heard a HUGE long clap of thunder and then it sounded like I was in the shower full strength. I wondered how much water could POSSIBLY fall down on us. Thankful that we are not close to a river or stream (or any body of water, for that matter), I said a little prayer asking for blessing and courage for those who ARE facing flooding. Eventually I went back to sleep.

But this rain, it’s getting me down. Isn’t there a song about that? Oh, yes, Karen Carpenter, rainy days and Mondays get me down, too. I don’t even want to leave the house. Seriously, I want to stay home, bake bread and yummy treats, make soup, eat the yummy treats, and curl up and read a book. I bought some shall/blanket things at Kohl’s the other day that were on 90% off clearance, because, technically it’s spring, and should be getting warmer. But my kids have all embraced them and are wrapping up in them every chance they get. I find them quite cozy, too.

On the other hand, it is spring, and a part of me is itching to get outside and take care of my baby plants in the garden before the gopher gets them. I want to kill every last dandelion and pull out all the weeds that are crowding my gorgeous tulips. But I can’t do any of that if it’s RAINING. So, I hole up inside and read, bake, and watch tv.

It was supposed to be the Fathers and Sons campout this weekend, but for the second year in a row, it was cancelled (or postponed, rather) due to the weather. Hopefully they will reschedule it for another NICE day and Ryan can take the boys then. John was SO looking forward to it. He wanted to pack two days ago. I’m glad I didn’t let him.

The lawn is SO LONG. Cole mowed it last Saturday and it took him HOURS. It filled up all the garbage cans, and then it was filling up the back of the truck. We told him he should really mow at least the front lawn by Tuesday or so. Fat chance. We haven’t had two hours of non rain to dry out the lawn.

Oh, well.

In other news, Cole now has all the signatures needed to begin his Eagle Scout project. Finally. He is going to collect used eyeglasses to send to people in Iraq. After he collects the glasses, he will clean them, do minor repairs, and have eye doctors prescriptionize them for us. So, if you have any old eyeglasses around the house, we would love to take them off your hands.

And we’re hoping that at some point, the rain will stop, and we can continue on with spring and baseball and softball games.

Back when they were little

I was going through some old pictures looking for something specific. But I found it hard to not stop and look at all the pictures of my kids when they were cute and little. Not that they aren’t cute anymore, but honestly, they aren’t NEARLY as cute as they were when they were little.

Look at my little dancers. Dancers! And they liked each other.

(Sigh)

And those little faces. And those little cheeks. And those little hands that wanted to hold my hand.

It’s just not the same anymore.

Yes, officer, they did break in. What did they look like? A couple of little girls with dark hair and dark eyes..

There I was, sitting on the couch, enjoying the silence of a quiet house with all the kids at school. *Sigh* It’s lovely, really.

When–BEEP-Beep-Beep-BEEP-Beep-Beep ZZZRT. The front door unlocks. What the heck? Nobody is supposed to be home from school yet. Giggle, Giggle. I go to check it out and I hear, Beep, ZZZRT. The door is now locked. It’s the neighbor girls. Unlocking and locking our door. Not because they want to get in, but because they think it’s fun.

I get a text from my husband asking me if it’s early out day. HE just got a text that is generated whenever anyone uses their code to unlock the door. Jenna’s code.

So. Jenna is the one who “shared” her code with these little hoodlems.

Time to update some codes.

Roll Magic

About a year ago I found the perfect wheat bread recipe for me. I can’t say that MY recipe would work for everyone, but here, it’s not failed me. Granted, sometimes I let them rise to long and we end up with some funky shaped loaves, (like these ones) but they still taste yummy.

But as far as rolls go, I just haven’t gotten it right. The recipe I had just didn’t seem to rise enough, and I always ended up with rolls that tasted ok, but just weren’t light and fluffy enough.

Then I found this recipe for bunny rolls

We tried to for Easter. The bunnies didn’t turn out so greats, so we just made regular rolls shapes. And we left out the orange zest and used water instead of juice, and the taste was PERFECT! I made rolls again last night, and they turned out great AGAIN! So it wasn’t a fluke, it’s just finally a recipe that worked for me.

So, here’s the modified Roll Recipe that Works for Paige

1 1/2 T. yeast
2 1/2 c. hot water
1/2 c. sugar
1 1/2 T. lemon juice
Mix together and let sit for 10 minutes until yeast begins to foam. Then add:
1 egg
3 T. water
1/4 c. oil
1/4 c. powdered milk
1 T. salt
7 1/2-8 c. flour
Knead everything together in the Bosch until dough is smooth and then continue to knead for another 5 minutes. Once the dough is incorporated, let the dough rest for 10-15 minutes. Once the dough has rested for a few minutes, roll the dough into a large circle, cut into pie shapes and roll up to make crescent shapes.

Place on a sprayed cookie sheet a couple inches apart. Cover them and let them rise for 40-60 minutes, or until they have doubled in size. Bake at 350 for 14-16 minutes or until lightly golden brown.

Yes, I’m sure there are other amazing roll recipes, but for me, this is the first one that has worked. Hooray!

What’s Happenin?

Some of the goings on around here this week.

**Oldest child took the AP Calculus Test

**Then he took the AP Physics Test

**Painted a dresser purple. It could have turned out better. But it looks better than it did.

**Acquired a chicken coop (no chickens yet, but I’m hoping to get some as soon as I get the coop fixed up and painted! Happy Dance!)

**Daughter throwing up

**Youngest son got hits EVERY time he was up to bat! And he can run those bases like nobody’s business!

**Tried to win a car. Did Not.

**Tried out for a play. Not my best audition in the world, but definitely not my worst. I went during the kids audition time because I couldn’t go later when it was my own time slot. It’s a lot less scary that way, too. I’m not competing with a bunch of talented men and women, but a bunch of scared kids. And I think the dance they teach the kids is easier than the adult dance. But I didn’t even make the call back list. In four years of auditioning for this particular community theater, I’ve ALWAYS made the call back list, even when I didn’t get a big part. So I either totally sucked at my audition, or I rocked it and they’ve already cast me in a part. Who knows?

**Tried to win a room makeover

**Got mulched

**Tried the new yogurt place in Highland, the Orange Leaf. Yum. Although I can’t help calling it the “Orange Orange” in my head. (only fans of the show Chuck will get that reference)

**And I’ve been cleaning carpets with the carpet cleaner borrowed from the lovely Julene. It’s gross, yet satisfying to dump out the disgusting dirty water.

So, that’s a glimpse into what’s going on. Want more info? Stay tuned, and have a wonderful day.

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