None of our kids have ever gone bowling before. Monday is apparently cheap night at the BSU Games Center so we headed out for some good FHE fun. We only had a camera phone on us so the pictures aren't great but at least we (and by we I mean Michael, because I never remember to take pictures...ever) managed to snag a few.
Sam got comfortable waiting for his ball to make it down the alley. His ball traveled at approximately the speed of a snail who had just woken up and was caught in the suck of a vacuum hose. On the plus side, the ball only stalled in the middle of the lane twice.
"Oh, the humanity."
Grace was pretty sure the proper bowling form required her to lay on the ground, perpendicular to the lane and push the ball with her free hand. If she ever climbs on top of piano to sing happy birthday to someone in her future, she'll have the strangest sense of deja vu. Libby was kind enough to help.
Michael and Ethan were there as well but they didn't end up in any of the pictures. I promise we still love them. We all had a good time, and we all learned to be very thankful for bumpers. I happened to bowl the best game of my life.
April 9, 2014
April 7, 2014
Fit as a Fiddle
Libby started violin lessons mid-January. Her teacher firmly believes students should play in performances. This first performance was in March. Libby had to learn four songs, three of which had to be memorized. There were some tears and frustration but she managed to pull it all off beautifully.
Her group played two concerts, one in an assisted living home at one at The Village, a new shopping behemoth. Her Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Amy and Uncle "Wob" came to support her. It looks a lot like harassment but I'm pretty sure it's moral support.
Did I mention I was a bit proud of her (Michael too!)? I may have even accosted lots of ladies at the assisted living home to tell them what a talented little girl I have.
Her group played two concerts, one in an assisted living home at one at The Village, a new shopping behemoth. Her Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Amy and Uncle "Wob" came to support her. It looks a lot like harassment but I'm pretty sure it's moral support.
Did I mention I was a bit proud of her (Michael too!)? I may have even accosted lots of ladies at the assisted living home to tell them what a talented little girl I have.
March 2, 2014
Boredom + Washable Markers
= Spy Kids (or so they called themselves)!
No one would ever suspect a cross-dressing kitty cat, would they? Sam will do whatever it takes to not blow his cover.
No one would ever suspect a cross-dressing kitty cat, would they? Sam will do whatever it takes to not blow his cover.
Chills, Hills, and a Few Spills
February blessed us with a couple good snow days. We needed them after a very dry winter. The kids loved the unexpected surprise.
A week later all the snow was gone and the sun came out but the kids weren't to be deterred from racing down hills. They dusted off the go-cart they made with their dad last fall and found a promising road:
There were a lot less injuries than you might have expected.
A week later all the snow was gone and the sun came out but the kids weren't to be deterred from racing down hills. They dusted off the go-cart they made with their dad last fall and found a promising road:
There were a lot less injuries than you might have expected.
Overwhelmed
It seems this blog is a good indicator of my mental health. Lots of posts and lots of pictures = Katie is doing good. When I haven't posted for six weeks that means something is up. In times previous it usually meant I was pregnant, which, gratefully, I am not. This time around it means I've stretched myself too far. Way too far.
All the things I am trying to do are good things but I can't do everything. I homeschool the kids, take BYU classes online to finish my degree, serve in Primary, shuttle kids to music lessons, shuttle kids to Scouts and attend occasionally as part of my primary calling, try to help organize my homeschool co-op, take Libby to her dance class (which is thankfully done next week), train for a 5K and feed everyone and try to keep the house in a livable condition. I have found myself crying and flying off the handle at the least provocation. I've realized something has to go but I've struggled with what to cut.
Last week I finally called the directors of our homeschool co-op and told them we will not be back this year. It made me sad to cut it but it was the only thing I felt I could give up. Having one less thing on my plate feels lovely. I'm still stretched thin but at least I feel like I can cope. The kids were sad. They recovered pretty quickly when I told them we would take Fridays (our co-op day) off of school work. We could work on 4-H projects at home and use Fridays for field trips; one day a week to just enjoy each other and have down time sounds wonderful. The kids, as kids are prone to do, have been channeling my stress as well. I'm hoping fun Fridays will help with this.
Hopefully I will have a few more pictures and a few more blog posts over the coming months. They will probably be fewer than in years past but hopefully I will still be here, hanging on to my very last thread of sanity.
All the things I am trying to do are good things but I can't do everything. I homeschool the kids, take BYU classes online to finish my degree, serve in Primary, shuttle kids to music lessons, shuttle kids to Scouts and attend occasionally as part of my primary calling, try to help organize my homeschool co-op, take Libby to her dance class (which is thankfully done next week), train for a 5K and feed everyone and try to keep the house in a livable condition. I have found myself crying and flying off the handle at the least provocation. I've realized something has to go but I've struggled with what to cut.
Last week I finally called the directors of our homeschool co-op and told them we will not be back this year. It made me sad to cut it but it was the only thing I felt I could give up. Having one less thing on my plate feels lovely. I'm still stretched thin but at least I feel like I can cope. The kids were sad. They recovered pretty quickly when I told them we would take Fridays (our co-op day) off of school work. We could work on 4-H projects at home and use Fridays for field trips; one day a week to just enjoy each other and have down time sounds wonderful. The kids, as kids are prone to do, have been channeling my stress as well. I'm hoping fun Fridays will help with this.
Hopefully I will have a few more pictures and a few more blog posts over the coming months. They will probably be fewer than in years past but hopefully I will still be here, hanging on to my very last thread of sanity.
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