tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64065338401073840292024-03-14T10:21:47.633-04:00not so simpleno one told me it would be like this...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.comBlogger546125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-57992881580447075232013-02-24T23:35:00.000-05:002013-02-24T23:35:21.584-05:00Raising Little Helpers: Teaching them to do it<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's no secret that I have high expectations for my kids. Realistic, but high. I expect that my children help with household chores and responsibilities on a daily basis. With my husband deployed, my boys really are helping a lot. They've taken up some of the chores that my husband usually does. But they always have and always will help around our home. <div>
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The boys are six and nine years old but have helped with "clean up" since they could walk. Now, they have daily chore lists that alternate on a weekly basis. I have created a green chore list and blue chore list. Each Sunday they switch lists. One is mostly garbage focused <i>(daily trash removal, recycling disposal & weekly trash to the curb)</i> and one is laundry focused <i>(sorting, starting, switching and folding)</i> - our two biggest chores. One list has sweeping, the other has vacuuming. One has dusting and wiping counter, the other has mirrors and glass cleaning. When I was creating their lists, I felt by separating and focusing the lists, it gave them a chance to learn different chores and not get bored with doing the same chores every week. <i> (Specific chores for each list are at the bottom of this post.)</i><br /><br />But how do I get them to do it "right"? That's the trick, isn't it? The answer: teaching & guiding them through the steps. And then reassuring them that they are capable and able to do it. There are many stages to helping with chores and they are each in various stages with each specific chore.<br /><br /><b>Step One: Watch me do it. </b><br />Like most things in life, we simply learn by exposure. When the boys were about 3-4 years old, I would have them watch me do a chore, talking about what I was doing as I did it. "We make sure when we're sweeping we get into the corners under the cabinets." They get to witness the "right" way to do it without the pressure to get it right the first time.<br /><br /><b>Step Two: Help me do it.</b><br />After watching me a few times, I'd ask for their help. If we were sweeping, they would hold the dustpan. If we're cleaning mirrors, they get to spray the towel. This got them involved in the process.<br /><br /><b>Step Three: I help them do it.</b><br />When they had been helping a few weeks with the chore and seem to understand all the parts of the chore, they got to be the leader in the chore. This allowed me to be along side them, but they got to "be the boss" and ask me to do the helping, rather than the leading. I made sure I was in the room, participating with them while they were in this stage.<br /><br /><b>Step Four: I supervise while they do it.</b><br />During this stage, I stand aside and they complete the chore without my help. I am just there to make sure the details get done and they are being through. For some chores, this stage lasts a long time. A. Very. Long. Time. <br /><br /><b>Step Five: I check their work when complete.</b><br />This is the stage my older son is at for most of his responsibilities. He completes all his daily chores and tells me when they are complete. I then go through and check to make sure they were done well. Very rarely are they to my standards, but I have to remind myself he's only nine years old <i>(and that I'm a perfectionist)</i>. I try to overlook the little things and pay attention to if he really put in the effort or not. Occasionally he will have to redo a chore, but if we spent enough time on stages three and four, there are fewer "do overs".<br /><br />This stage is a gentle balance between my son's self-esteem and learning how to do things correctly. If something does need redone, but it doesn't warrant a "do over" I try to do the work on my own, after my son has left the area or gone to bed for the night. I don't want him to feel that he can never please his mother or that nothing is good enough for me. <br /><br /><b>Step Six: Teach how to recognize when a chore needs done.</b><br />This is the hardest stage for me. I can see when things need done, and just do them, or ask one of the boys to do them. But, when I allow for this stage to really take hold, my children learn better. Rather than just reminding them it's been awhile since we did a chore, I'll ask them to look over the chore list and see what needs done. It's inevitable that they will not see all that I see, but they are able to recognize a few items at least.<br /><br />Payton, who is nine, is at stage five with most of his responsibilities, though he still requires help with putting new sheets on his bed <i>(stage three)</i>. I expect it to be like this for sometime as some things are just easier with help. Maxwell, who just turned six, is between stages three and five with his chores. Some I have to help with<i> (sweeping into the dustpan is hard for him)</i>, while others he's able to do and I can just check him <i>(dusting furniture)</i>. <br /><br />Also, I try to lead by example. Just like my children, I have a list of things that need done each day. It hangs on my refrigerator just feet above their lists. I am responsible for the bathroom, the stove top, refrigerator and daily maintenance of a clean home. I also keep my monthly reminders on that list; clean the dishwasher, clean the washing machine, change the furnace filter, wipe the fan blades, etc.</div>
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This system was adapted from something I read several years ago, though I'm not sure of the source. It has really helped me to see where they need my help and make sure that my expectations weren't further along than they were ready for. I'm not rushing them and we can work together as long as needed. </div>
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Through the process they have learned how to become more responsible family members and the stress of all the household work is off my shoulders. I really am pleased with the results.<br /><br />What do you do in your house? Do you rotate chore lists between kids or are they assigned the same chores each day? What kinds of chores are on your kids' lists?<br /><br /><b>Next Post: Raising Little Helpers: "Why do I have to help?"</b></div>
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<b><br />Both boys daily lists</b>: make bed, clothes into hamper, brush teeth <i>(twice)</i>, complete all schoolwork/homework, put away all clean/folded laundry, clean up playroom toys</div>
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<b><span style="color: #20124d;">Blue Chore List:</span></b> feed/water dog breakfast, indoor trash to the cans, trash & recycling to the curb, retrieve trash & recycling, dust blinds and wood furniture, sweep floors, put sheets back on the beds, set table for meals</div>
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<b><span style="color: lime;">Green Chore List:</span></b> feed/water dog dinner, sort laundry/switch to dryer/fold <i>(with mom's help)</i>, vacuum floors, wipe down mirrors & windows, wipe baseboards & vacuum edges, wipe switch plates, counter tops & doorknobs, clear table after meals</div>
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<i>**Not all chores are performed on a daily basis. Some are several times a week and some are only once a week. </i><br /><br /><br /></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-50414698138458836262013-02-18T15:15:00.002-05:002013-02-18T15:15:53.633-05:00Oh it's been so long...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There is no way to begin to update you on the things that have happened since the last post nearly 8 months ago.<br /><br />This past year was full of changes. Matt is currently deployed to a far off desert place. I left my job in the fall and this year has been spent homeschooling the boys. We've had quite a bit of illness and injury with our parents this year. Thankfully, with our homeschooling, we've been able to travel between the homes and help out as needed. <br /><br />The boys are big and adorable. Maxwell just turned six and Payton is approaching his double-digits with fury. They keep me busy, but so very happy.<br /><br />I'm going to try blogging again. I have so many things on my mind and in my heart, especially regarding the homeschooling. I feel like I need a place to put it all...hopefully this works (again).</div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">This year, I finally determined the perfect place for a vegetable garden! Matt built a raised bed for me and I had quite a bit planted before the middle of May! It's about 40' long and about 4' wide. We've planted tomatoes, beans, snap peas, english peas, beets, lettuces, cucumbers, squashes, zucchinis, peppers, carrots and a few herbs. So far things have been growing really well. I am really happy with it and I can't wait to see how things turn out as the summer goes on. Here are some pictures of how it looks today.</span>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-2084438711164989092012-06-16T19:17:00.001-04:002012-06-16T19:17:51.402-04:00School's Out for Summer!!Another fantastic school year has come to an end. We are so proud of all of our accomplishments this year.<br />
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Maxwell has been homeschooled by Matt and our "babysitter", Ms. Liz. He is able to identify all his uppercase and lowercase letters, knows their sounds, and can write most of them from memory (still working on a few lowercase letters). He is also reading most 3-4 letter words!! He's really excited about the summer reading program at the library so he can become a better reader.<br />
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Payton finished a super year in third grade at a new school. The transition was perfect for him and he couldn't be happier. He finished the year with straight A's - a personal goal he set for himself. AND the last day of school it was announced he was elected a fourth grade student representative to the student council! He couldn't stop smiling!<br />
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My third year teaching also finished strong. I had a great year and was really happy with my final evaluation.<br />
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We all grew so much this year and, strangely, we're already looking forward to next year!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-40341492036452643302012-04-30T22:28:00.002-04:002012-04-30T22:35:41.284-04:00Maxwell on "When Jesus Comes"<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jonZ_QvcE4/ThoS5rvpp1I/AAAAAAAAOio/GDOJYBVL_QQ/s1600/DSC00633.ARW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jonZ_QvcE4/ThoS5rvpp1I/AAAAAAAAOio/GDOJYBVL_QQ/s200/DSC00633.ARW.jpg" width="134" /></a>Another unique view of the world from Maxwell<br />
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"When Jesus comes back from heaven, I think we should go to the beach. We can jump waves with Jesus."<br />
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I love that he thinks of Jesus as someone who would want to spend time with him doing things he enjoys and having fun with him. He doesn't think of Jesus as someone "above" spending time with children or someone with an agenda. More people should think of Jesus this way.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-82322603606678193372012-04-12T23:09:00.003-04:002012-04-12T23:09:38.232-04:00The Raw Deal: Four Days of Eating "Raw"It started with just a hypothetical question; "Could you 'go raw'?" I didn't know. Maybe? It really depended on how strict the "rules" were. <br />
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I did a bit of research and found that eating only raw foods was pretty strict. You could eat as much raw fruits & vegetables as you could handle, adding in raw nuts and seeds (not roasted) - including raw peanut butter. "Eating raw" usually means you could have beans, as long as they were soaked, not cooked. And oatmeal heated in warm water, but not boiling water. To drink, most of the resources I used listed only water, 100% juices (preferably made yourself) and lukewarm tea. (<i>I did cheat by having canned beans which are cooked. And store bought hummus.)</i><br />
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After the research, the conversation started again...could I do it? <i>I did want to jumpstart some weight loss. I have a wedding I'm standing up in this June...and that looming half-marathon in October. It couldn't hurt, right?</i> My friend told me then that she didn't think I'd make it three days. <i>Oh, don't challenge me! </i>I told her not only could I do the three days, but I could do four. And then reality set it. HA! What did I get myself into?<br />
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I scheduled my "cleanse" for during spring break. It seemed like the easiest time as I didn't have to worry about our schedules so much. I began on a Monday. That first day wasn't so rough. I took my son to the zoo where we ate a packed lunch from home and I ate salad for dinner...a normal day really. Being a vegetarian already just one day wasn't too much of a stretch. I did have a craving for some sweets and carbs, but I managed to not succumb to my temptations. <br />
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Day two was a bit rougher, but manageable. I did learn how to make a mean smoothie though! I realized how much I looked for "quick fixes" when I was hungry. I was used to just grabbing some crackers or granola bars - neither of which are raw foods. I found some comfort in celery and carrots with salt and hummus. <br />
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By this point I was eating about every hour. Most "Raw Food Experts" will tell you to eat about 1-1.5 POUNDS of fruit and vegetables EACH throughout the day. I wasn't meeting this goal. I found that I felt full after eating just a few handfuls of veggies. I did drink a lot of water though!<br />
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Day three was hard. We had planned some activities which meant I needed to take snacks and lunch with me. The activities were slow paced exercise and I did find myself getting a bit tired and at one point dizzy. I realized I really needed to eat something, but once I did everything felt fine again. As long as I was eating regularly I found that I had a lot of energy. I was also sleeping well at night which isn't always true for me.<br />
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The fourth day was by far the hardest. My husband and I planned an impromptu overnight trip without our boys which meant eating out all day. Breakfast at Bob Evans was a fruit plate, minus the yogurt. Lunch was at a pub and was a salad with no dressing (nothing raw). Dinner was in a tiny town where they apparently don't have vegetables other than lettuce. We went out to dinner and I ordered a salad. I got a HUGE bowl of lettuce. That's it. Just lettuce. <br />
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Overall, the "diet" wasn't too rough. I had a lot of encouragement from my husband and friends <i>(Thanks, Jon Lamb!)</i>. Having the support made it easier. The hardest part was eating meals out and having to plan ahead for meals. And no carbs. I would have killed someone for popcorn on day three! This would have been a LOT easier in the summer where there were more fruit and vegetables available locally.<br />
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But, the "cleanse" was more than just a physical cleanse. It was a mental cleanse. I now realize what I put into my body more than I have before. I am aware that a little sweet treat just isn't worth it. I can get the same sweet taste from an orange. Or when I do have a treat, I'm more aware of the amount I eat. During my four raw days I lost around six pounds. That was pretty impressive in my opinion. But even since my last raw day, I noticed a few of my days leaning more towards the raw foods than I would have before. I have lost 10 pounds in about 10 days.<br />
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Will the pounds stay off? I hope so. But more than the weight staying off, it's jump started something in my brain. I'm aware. I'm more conscious of my food choices. And I actually enjoy fruits & vegetables more than before. I just want to be able to eat them cooked once in awhile. ;) <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-85047190836226600882012-03-19T22:06:00.001-04:002012-03-19T22:06:56.936-04:00Boys' BirthdayOnce again, my kids turn another year old. Max in January and Payton in April; but March is a much better time to celebrate! Plus it's easier to squish them together for one party. <br />
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This year the boys chose a Star Wars theme. It was great! We served "Wookie Cookies" (Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies), Yoda Soda (green punch), Palpatine's Pizza, Mini Lightsabers (mini pretzel sticks), Hans' Rolos, Boba Fruit (fruit salad), "Vader Veggies" (veggie tray) as well as a few other things. One of the best things I did was pre-scoop ice cream into cupcake liners the night before. It made serving dessert WAY easier.<br />
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I also made this R2D2 cake out of three 9x13 pans and one 9" round. The boys LOVED their R2D2! Best part of the party!<br />
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We also had a Darth Vader pinata that was perfect for the kids! Such a great party! And I'm SO glad it's done...until next March!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-44931358775928497452012-03-09T22:38:00.001-05:002012-03-09T23:28:38.977-05:00Maxwell on "Lots of Girls"Matt took the boys to movie night at Payton's school tonight. Payton & Max sat with Payton's friends. When I got home, this was the summary I got from Max.<br />
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"Did you have a good time tonight?"<br />
"Yes!! I got to see a fun movie."<br />
"Did you sit with Payton and his friends?"<br />
"Yes! The girls all wanted to sit next to me."<br />
"Oh yeah?"<br />
"Yeah. Lots of girls!"<br />
*giggling*<br />
"How does that make you feel?"<br />
"Happy! It makes my heart happy. Really happy!"<br />
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Lock up your daughters!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-71179529997100349722012-03-08T12:04:00.000-05:002012-03-08T12:04:25.129-05:00Maxwell on Praying for Future SpousesI think this kid is just trying to give me things to post about on the blog...<br />
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One night while having a conversation with the boys about prayer, I mentioned that I pray for their future wives. Payton was very interested in the idea of praying for people who are not in our lives yet and had lots of questions. Maxwell, on the other hand, was silent through the whole conversation. When Payton was satisfied with my answers to his questions, I asked Maxwell what he thought about praying for his future wife. He had just one comment.<br />
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"Why are you praying for someone else? You already KNOW Amerie!" <br />
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He's pretty serious about marrying this girl...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-54463895940384406172012-03-01T18:25:00.004-05:002012-03-01T18:25:45.038-05:00Max Gets Dressed Up<a href="https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcStMsSyKe6Kd8fNWyVRFP9Y44HpYYXyr8Lu8cQ33WBBEjM3aeap" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcStMsSyKe6Kd8fNWyVRFP9Y44HpYYXyr8Lu8cQ33WBBEjM3aeap" /></a>A conversation with Maxwell.<br />
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Me: Why do you have glitter on your face?<br />
Max: I was playing with Gabby today.<br />
Me: You and Gabby were playing with glitter?<br />
Max: Well...um....no. We were playing Beauty and the Beast.<br />
Me: Oh! Were you the Beast?<br />
Max: Ummm....no. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(He's getting embarrassed. I giggled.)</span></i> I wore a really handsome outfit.<br />
Me: Really! Tell me about it.<br />
Max: It was white. And had gold glitter on it. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(He's giving me minimal details here.)</i></span><br />
Me: Mm, hm. What else?<br />
Max: It was soft.<br />
Me: Mm, hm. What else?<br />
Max: Um. Nothing.<br />
Me: Was it a costume for boys?<br />
Max: No.<br />
Me: Was it a dress?<br />
Max: Um. I don't want to talk about it anymore. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-77931234481539216572012-02-21T18:30:00.001-05:002012-02-21T19:19:12.191-05:00Maxwell on MarriageAt dinner tonight regarding his best friend, Amerie who is also only 5 years old. It's only been 5 days since he's seen her.<br /><br />"Ameria and I haven't planned our wedding yet. You marry someone you really like. Or even love. But we haven't planned the wedding part. After we get married, we'll get a house. And maybe we'll have kids. After we get married. And have a house. We'll have 2 kids. A boy and a girl.......(moment of silence)......I miss Ms. Liz and Amerie."<br /><br />I'm in trouble.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-82848034171042148272012-02-13T15:00:00.000-05:002012-02-13T15:00:07.887-05:00Wait, what?Max and I were just talking about fun things on the computer and he asked what a "blog" was. I brought up this little blog to show him and ...HOLY SMOKES, I haven't written anything since November? No way! I mean, I knew it's been a long time, but I guess I didn't realize it was THAT long.<br />
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I wonder why that is. Maybe there was nothing to share? Nah. My kids are funny as all get out and crazy smart (smarter than Momma sometimes even). Maybe because our life returned to normal after Matt got back? Really? What exactly IS normal? I think it's because Facebook has taken over...<br />
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I have a few videos to post of fun accomplishments of Payton's. And then I have some pictures of projects I've done around the house. And of course, I have funny Maxwell stories. <br /><br />I just hope I get it all up here and get back in the swing of posting on the blog... <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">After some Googling, researching, brainstorming and help from friends, I have compiled our list of advent activities. We hung our advent stockings last weekend and the boys are very excited for next week when we get started on the events. The activities are things the boys will enjoy, but most focus on giving. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Lighting of the Christmas Tree at the
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<span style="font-size: small;">Make Christmas Cookies</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Go through DVDs. Donate to Kim S.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Take cookies to the Fire Station</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Fill a Christmas stocking for Ms. Catherine.
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<span style="font-size: small;">Make a card and give a gift to the Mailman</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Take a plate of cookies to the librarians</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Drink hot cocoa and read Christmas story
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<span style="font-size: small;">Sleep by the Christmas Tree</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Deliver Cookies/Treats to Neighbors</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Take a donation of dog food & old
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<span style="font-size: small;">Read the Christmas story in Luke 1:26-38,
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<span style="font-size: small;">Make something or send a letter to brighten
someone’s day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Write a note to daddy a letter describing
the 10 things you love most about him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Look up Samaritan’s Purse and make a
donation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Hot Cocoa and Christmas lights around town</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Share a compliment with everyone you meet
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<span style="font-size: small;">Shop for gifts for Toys for Tots</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Paint/decorate ornaments for the senior
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<span style="font-size: small;">Take ornaments to the senior home</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Make the crayon letter for your teacher</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Board games, popcorn & Christmas music</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Christmas performance for Payton’s school</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Kobylak </span><span style="font-size: small;">Wigilia Christmas Eve Dinner</span></div>
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We do this in several ways. We participate in <a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/Pack_A_Shoe_Box/" target="_blank">Operation Christmas Child</a>, we donate our outgrown coats and clothes, we adopt a family or child off a Christmas Tree, we make donations to local food banks and we donate toys the boys don't need anymore.<br />
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In addition to those activities, we have our 25 days of Christmas advent countdown. In the past these activities have been more fun things - less giving oriented. This year, I want to tie in a few more activities that inspire the giving atmosphere. But I'm stumped! I can't come up with more than 5 or 6 that I have. :/<br />
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Can you help? What are some things you do? Or some ideas you have that would be appropriate for a 4 year old and an 8 year old? (I'm not willing to take them to a soup kitchen just yet.) Activities could take as little as 5 minutes and as long as an hour or two. I'm open to just about anything!! <br />
<img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85882/ellisak/2abad66d05808462745dc38963440e8a.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-77313944749044772332011-11-19T18:51:00.000-05:002011-11-19T19:45:46.979-05:00Adjustments All AroundSo much going on in our lives!<br />
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Matt has been home for more than 45 days now. We're still adjusting...I think we'll continue to for sometime. I learned to live alone and handle schedules, cleaning, working and cleaning how it worked for me and the boys. Matt learned to be self-sufficient and not have to think about others' schedules and needs. Now, Matt is back to work, so we're having to work around several different schedules. It's taking time, a few disagreements, and lots of compromise, but we're getting there. <br />
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Payton is doing SO well at his new school! He's happy most days and has made some great friends. He has learned some new social skills and is fitting in really well. The academics are at his level and he's being challenged in most subjects.<br />
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He is also taking karate twice a week. He is doing better than we could have imagined and loves the instructor. His perfectionist nature is allowing him to memorize and master his skills. He's not allowing his gross-motor issues get in the way. He's pushing through and making the best of it, even if it requires him to work hard.<br />
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Maxwell has learned to read in the last month too! He's sounding out 3-4 letter words and can read a full "beginning reader" book. He's so happy! Next time you see him, ask him to read a word for you!<br />
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We're getting ready for the holidays around here. It's our favorite time of the year and I can't wait for the joy, the celebrations and the time with family. <br />
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We pray you are all doing well and hope to see many of you this upcoming season. <br />
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Chicken Breasts (boneless, skinless) - 3 breasts feeds the 4 of us plus leaves us enough for a second meal<br />
Salsa, 1/2 a jar<br />
Canned or fresh corn, 1 can or 2-3 ears worth<br />
Black beans, low sodium, rinsed and drained<br />
1/2 a packet of fajita or taco mix<br />
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Place the chicken in the crockpot. Sprinkle seasoning package on top. Pour the salsa, corn and blackbeans on top and cover. Cook on high for 4-6 or low for 6-8. Shred the chicken in the crockpot using two forks or tongs. It should shred easily. Allow to soak in the juice for another 20-30 minutes.<br />
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Serve over rice. Or use to make burritos. Or use for quesadillas. It's good LOTS of ways!!<br />
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Add it to your menu and let me know which way you prefer it!<br />
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Although we planned it, knew it would be emotional and such a wonderful experience, nothing could prepare us for the moment our boys actually saw their father for the first time...in a very surprising way.<br />
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The boys had no idea that Matt was coming home. Matt came home and we grabbed the camera to head to get Payton from school. We waited for "THE moment"...waiting for Payton to come out of school. I was anxious and excited for him. Several friends were there with us and were anxious to see Payton's reaction.<br />
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Ms. Niemi brought the third graders around the side of the building.
There was Payton, the last in line. He saw me, but Matt was hiding
behind a pillar and couldn't be seen. I said "I have a surprise for
you, Buddy." and Matt stepped out. Wow. What a moment. No one could
predict Payton's level of excitement. There was a two second delay and
then he loudly repeated "DADDY! DADDY!!! IT'S MY DADDY!!" over and over
again as he ran and jumped into Matt's arms. It took a few minutes for
the shock to wear off while he stayed close to Matt and held his
breath. He took a few moments to introduce Matt to Ms. Niemi and a few
other people, and then was back at his side. <br />
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We left Payton's school to get Max who was at his
daycare/homeschooling teacher's house. Payton was so excited to see
Max's reaction, but was also very understanding that he needed to let
Max have a few minutes with Daddy just like he got.<br />
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When we arrived at Liz's house, Matt hid in the back area of the
van. I went up to the porch and Liz had Max come outside. I asked him
to wait on the porch and then told him I had a surprise for him. I
opened the van door and there was Matt. Maxwell's reaction was
instantaneous. He ran straight for Matt and jumped into his arms.
Where Payton was yelling and announcing his joy to the world, Maxwell
was more reserved and private. He just cuddled up and didn't want to be
put down.<br />
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That night, we spent lots of time as a family. The boys cuddled and hugged their daddy for a long time. There have been a lot of reunions and loving moments in our family, but this was one of the best. The boys showed such free, unrestrained love for their father. Nothing can compare to that. It's a memory I will have for a long time to come. <br />
<img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85882/ellisak/2abad66d05808462745dc38963440e8a.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-75420790313089414942011-10-21T23:21:00.001-04:002011-10-21T23:21:52.167-04:00Post Deployment Adjustment<br />
Where has the time gone?! My goodness! Over a month since my last post.<br />
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Everyone is doing well here in our little home. Matt came home earlier this month and we've been enjoying having each other around. Learning to readjust...that's another thing. I know people have to adjust after long term deployments, especially to war zones, but I knew that wasn't our situation. I guess I knew things would be different, but didn't expect this different. <br />
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I knew Matt and I have changed individually, both in very positive ways. But now we're trying to make those changes work together. I have become more independent and I have a routine that worked for me and the boys. I'm used to only thinking of myself as the decision maker and now I'm having to relearn to consider him and his needs & thoughts on everything. Matt has gotten used to being a bachelor. He doesn't have to consider anyone else's routines and needs. It's not a bad thing when you're living by yourself, it's just that we aren't in that season anymore. We have both learned to be different people that worked well in the situation we've been in the last six months. Now we have to relearn to be a couple and a family.<br />
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However, we are doing well on our routines. Matt is helping out a LOT with getting the boys to and from their activities. That has been a huge stress reliever for me. And helping out with making dinner! What a relief.<br />
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Overall, we're doing well. The boys are loving having him home and so am I. We're a family again. And that is the best feeling in the world. <br />
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Fall has also brought change. Maxwell (Thank, our LORD) has not had any serious injuries since his broken nose, which healed up just fine. Payton is attending Warren Woods Christian School. It's the school run by our church. Payton absolutely loves it there and has come home happy every day. His teacher is amazing and is firm, but loving. They are a good match - which is great because she is the only teacher for the small class of 18. <br />
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This crisp weather also brings me back to school/work. I am still loving my job and the work I get to do. In my third year now as the librarian, I'm developing what I want the kids to focus on and how to get them interested. It's going to be a good year. My boss is allowing me to work part-time until Matt gets home. That is a huge burden lifted. I'm able to run errands and take care of some needs without two boys in tow.<br />
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Matt is still in D.C. He's still loving that as well. I'm not sure where things stand on when he'll be home and how long he'll be home, so I'm keeping that information top secret.<br />
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I hope you are able to enjoy this beautiful weather!<br />
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But his timing of this weekend's event was...let's call it "special". Sunday was my birthday and as you can see in my <a href="http://ellisanotsosimple.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-just-not-same.html">earlier post</a>, I wasn't having the best birthday. Maxwell, in his nature, decided to make it special. In his words:<br />
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"I was trying to get my balloon from the ceiling when I fell and landed on the coffee table right on the edge. We're going to get rid of that bad coffee table." </blockquote>
He was climbing on the furniture while I was in the kitchen and BAM! smacked his face on the coffee table. Yeah. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(That coffee table's gotta go.)</span></i> From here I'll summarize: bleeding, call Matt, discuss, ER <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(same ER, same Dr.)</i></span>. Diagnosis: broken nose. Follow up with the ENT on Thursday. Today he's bruised and swollen. But he hasn't complained of pain once. Tough kiddo!<br />
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With Max, life is an adventure...usually including a trip to the ER.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07409109896937603747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6406533840107384029.post-24367761655712380372011-08-14T14:46:00.001-04:002011-08-14T14:46:48.071-04:00It's Just Not the SameBirthdays. Usually I look forward to them all month long. Small celebrations with all my family and friends. But this year...it just feels different. Maybe it's my age. Maybe it's the fact that Matt is gone. Maybe it's the weather. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(I don't remember it ever being rainy and dreary on my actual birthday.)</i></span><br />
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I had a very nice dinner with my inlaws and my parents on Friday night. My mother in law, God bless her, went out with the boys and got me flowers and let the boys decorate their house with streamers and balloons. At dinner, the boys were excited for the party hats they had brought to the restaurant. My parents brought my favorite cake, a Dairy Queen Ice Cream Cake, for me to enjoy as well. The waiter was incredibly nice and even took a picture with me with a birthday hat on. <br />
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I have a lunch and a dinner planned with a friend or two over the next few days, too. Those are always enjoyable. And so many people have extended me kind words and birthday greets today on Facebook.<br />
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I am sorry I'm "down". It's not like me. I guess I'm just missing "normal"...whatever that was.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Her children stand and bless her.<br />Her husband praises her:</b></span></div>
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To some it might seem like I'm claiming that this is what my children and husband do; bless me and praise me. And while I don't feel I <b>have </b>to explain myself and my new tattoo to anyone, I <b>want </b>to share the meaning behind it. Here it goes; my confession.<br />
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I know this might be difficult to believe, but I haven't always been the <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(rarely)</i></span> perfect wife and mother that I am today. Just five years ago, my life was much more centered around me and my needs and wants for life. I wasn't as patient with Payton as I could have been and I wasn't as accepting of Matt as I needed to be <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(among other things)</span></i>. <br />
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During a bible study a few years ago, I was reading this passage and God clearly told me that I needed to work to be A Wife of Noble Character by today's standards. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(I obviously don't need to make sure my "hands are busy spinning thread" (Proverbs 31:19) but I can make sure my time is well spent. )</span></i> I needed to change. I needed to focus on what God had called a wife and mother to be. I began making changes in my life; some were much harder than others. But over time God changed my heart and showed me how I could be what he was calling me to be.<br />
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The tattoo does not make me a Wife of Noble Character. It is not my claim that I am a Wife of Noble Character. Only God, lots of hard work by me and support from people who love me can do that. My tattoo is not a boast of what I have become, but a reminder of what God, my children and my husband need me to be. I need reminders in my life...lots of reminders. <br />
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A Wife of Noble Character (Proverbs 31)</h5>
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17270">10</sup> <sup class="footnote" value="[<a href="#fen-NLT-17270b" title="See footnote b">b</a>]">[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=proverbs%2031&version=NLT#fen-NLT-17270b" title="See footnote b">b</a>]</sup>Who can find a virtuous and capable wife?<br /> She is more precious than rubies.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17271">11</sup> Her husband can trust her,<br /> and she will greatly enrich his life.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17272">12</sup> She brings him good, not harm,<br /> all the days of her life. <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17273">13</sup> She finds wool and flax<br /> and busily spins it.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17274">14</sup> She is like a merchant’s ship,<br /> bringing her food from afar.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17275">15</sup> She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household<br /> and plan the day’s work for her servant girls.<br />
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17276">16</sup> She goes to inspect a field and buys it;<br /> with her earnings she plants a vineyard.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17277">17</sup> She is energetic and strong,<br /> a hard worker.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17278">18</sup> She makes sure her dealings are profitable;<br /> her lamp burns late into the night.<br />
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17279">19</sup> Her hands are busy spinning thread,<br /> her fingers twisting fiber.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17280">20</sup> She extends a helping hand to the poor<br /> and opens her arms to the needy.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17281">21</sup> She has no fear of winter for her household,<br /> for everyone has warm<sup class="footnote" value="[<a href="#fen-NLT-17281c" title="See footnote c">c</a>]">[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=proverbs%2031&version=NLT#fen-NLT-17281c" title="See footnote c">c</a>]</sup> clothes.<br />
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17282">22</sup> She makes her own bedspreads.<br /> She dresses in fine linen and purple gowns.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17283">23</sup> Her husband is well known at the city gates,<br /> where he sits with the other civic leaders.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17284">24</sup> She makes belted linen garments<br /> and sashes to sell to the merchants.<br />
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17285">25</sup> She is clothed with strength and dignity,<br /> and she laughs without fear of the future.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17286">26</sup> When she speaks, her words are wise,<br /> and she gives instructions with kindness.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17287">27</sup> She carefully watches everything in her household<br /> and suffers nothing from laziness.<br />
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17288">28</sup> Her children stand and bless her.<br /> Her husband praises her:<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17289">29</sup> “There are many virtuous and capable women in the world,<br /> but you surpass them all!” <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17290"> </sup><br />
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17290">30</sup> Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last;<br /> but a woman who fears the L<span style="font-variant: small-caps;">ord</span> will be greatly praised.<br /> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-17291">31</sup> Reward her for all she has done.<br /> Let her deeds publicly declare her praise.<br />
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