Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Apple Orchard

Yesterday was a beautiful day so I took Zeke and Olivia to the apple orchard. We got to go on a tractor pulled wagon ride out to the apple trees and then fill up our sacks with apples.  They loved it.  Picking apples has always been something that they loved.  After we got back to the car they started eating what thay had picked.  They thought it was pretty cool.  The older kids were, of course, jealous so we will have to go back on another day before it gets too cold!

Pottery Painting in Pajamas

Last Friday night was pajama night at Color Me Mine, a pottery painting place.  I took the 5 oldest and we went painting in our pajamas.  They got to pick out what they wanted to paint and what colors they wanted to use.  They had a lot of fun.  It was pretty expensive so we won't do it again for a while but it was worth the money.  It was a new experience for them and something fun to do on a Friday night!

Nap time

The other day Michael was trying to get Olivia to come lay down on the couch with him and take a nap.  He ended up falling asleep with her blanket and sippy cup while she went downstairs and played.  At least one of them got a nap!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Just the 3 of us

Now that I am home with just Zeke and Olivia it has been much easier to get out and explore and do things.  We go to the gym as often as possible.  They play while I exercise and then we try to go swimming several times a week.  We also got a library card and have started going to story time there.  They love looking at all the books and movies at the library.  We go to a play group once a week.  While the weather is nice we meet at the park.  We try to do a different park each week.  We also go to the park on our own.  We discovered a pottery place that we can go and paint pottery.  We will do that with the older kids.  We go on walks and while Olivia is sleeping, Zeke and I scrapbook.  We eat lunch with Michael on ocassion too.  It has been a lot of fun hanging out with just the 2 little ones.   I am looking forward to all the time we will spend together this school year.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Not Gonna Happen

Well, Michael talked to Lorie the other night and she gave her list of promises and other things that we have heard before. It was the same old story that we have heard for the third time now. As much as we would like to be back in Hendricks, we just couldn't do it. It was hard for me to hear him say no because it felt like our only chance to be back there was just slipping away. But he did say no and she left it open for him to come whenever he wanted. If our life changes in a way that we ever want to return, there will always be a spot for him there on the farm. We will continue to make our life here. We really have enjoyed it here. There are lots of things to go and do. Sioux Falls has more parks than any place I have ever seen. We try to go several times a week and play and we never get bored because there is always a new place to go explore. We have a library that I have started taking Zeke and Olivia to that has story time once a week. I discovered a pottery place that we can go and paint our own pottery (in our pajamas on Friday nights) and lots of other things. So, if anyone wants to come visit, we live 5 minutes from the airport, we have extra beds to stay in and we give free wagon rides!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

It Just Not The Same

Things don't go right when you're not here. It's just not the same. Would you consider coming back? So goes the plea. Yes, Michael's old boss wants him back. Third times a charm, right? I don't think so! I'm not sure what she's thinking, but I know what I am thinking! If she would've kept her word to begin with we would still be there. We wouldn't have had to pick up our kids in the middle of a school year and move them to a new place. We wouldn't have had to spent he last 8 months adjusting and missing our friends and community in Hendricks. We wouldn't have had to go through all the emotional turmoil that went with her not keeping her word. And now she's back, with more promises. How many chances does a person get? Does some one like her ever learn? I, of course, would give anything to be back in Hendricks. Michael, too, misses life there. The kids most definitely do. For me, the job isn't much different as far as the hours Michael has to work. The house here is better and being close to shopping is nice. Those are things, except maybe the house, I would be willing to give up. Michael on the other hand, has more at stake. His happiness and sanity foremost. I am trying to stay out of it because i don't want him to give up his happiness because he thinks I will be happier. I'm not unhappy. It's fine here. There are some definite perks. What I want is a place that I know I will be staying and raising my children. A place where they will be safe and happy and where they will be able to experience good things in life - good friends, neighbors, community. A place where they will learn to work and have the space to play. I'm not sure that place is here. I'm not sure it's there either. I want to be done moving and adjusting. Life is hard enough as it is. No need to throw in moving and the challenges that come with that.

So what am I getting at here? I don't know. I don't necessarily want to stay but I don't necessarily want to go - at least not back to the farm. I will say though, that every time I head down that road that leads to the farm and Hendricks, I get that funny, excited feeling in my stomach. That feeling that says, "I'm almost home!" I would get it when we would drive into my grandparents driveway in Nashville. I get in when we turn down the gravel road to Michael's parents house (my parents move too much to offer any familiarity as we drive to their house, we're too busy looking at the GPS for directions!) and I get it there at the farm. Despite all that has happened there and all the frustrations and heartaches that have come, it is home. It is a place that will always have a special place in my heart. We may never get there again, to stay for good, but it is a place I will always call home. I moved constantly growing up and people always ask me where I am from. I always say no where and everywhere. Hendricks is now a place that I gladly say I am from. My children say the same thing. They proudly wear their Rebel clothes (the school mascot) and tell everyone about Lincoln HI Elementary.

Anyways, this has turned into a huge eulogy. Didn't mean for that to happen. As you can tell there are a lot of emotions still tied up in Lorie, the farm and Hendricks. We'll see how the conversation goes between her and Michael. As for me, I won't start packing, but I will try my best to listen in!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Are we done yet?

Just when I thought we were done with the stomach flu...
Yesterday Zeke woke up much better and I was excited to get out of the house and go to the park for our play date. The bus driver called not long after he picked up the kids and told me that Zane had just thrown up and wanted me to come meet the bus and take him home. Poor bus driver - he did not get paid enough yesterday! I would say poor Zane too, but he was fine. He played all day with Zeke. We didn't get to go to the park though. This morning I thought today was the day. We were going to go to the gym and go shopping and get out of the house for the first time all week. Zane threw up before he finished getting ready for school. At least the bus driver missed out on the fun! He cleaned up and went back to bed. I cleaned up the floor and searched the house for a Diet Dr. Pepper. Unfortunately we were out because I hadn't been able to get to the store yet. So here we are again today, stuck inside with me going crazy. We have been dealing with this since last Tuesday. I did get to go to the doctor Wednesday morning and get new drugs for myself. I am going on a month now with whatever it is that I have. Hopefully this is the end of all the puking. So far Maddi and Makenna have been the only ones spared from the fun. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it stays that way!

Thursday, September 10, 2009


I think we have all had at least one person in our lives from an older generation that we have formed a bond with. I ahve had several. One was an elderly widow that I lived next door to for 4 years. I spent many hours at her house, helping her clean, reach things she couldn't, and talking. Occasioanlly she would bake cookies for me and often we would bring her dinner. I cried when we moved away because I knew that I would never see her again. But her memory lives in my heart. Another was a widow in the nursing home that I delivered papers to. We became good friends. I would make her things and take them to her and she would make me things and give them to me. We did our piano recitals there and she always came. I loved seeing her everyday. Anyways, despite our different ages and backgrounds, we were able to form friendships that lasted through many years. Today I heard of a little boy who just lost some one like that in his life and it made me think of all the times that I shared with these special women and this is what came to my mind:

Two sitting together in quiet conversation, so different yet the same
She has hands showing wrinkles and age, he has hands youthful and smooth
Two separated by many years and many of life’s experiences
Are brought together through a love and friendship that cannot be broken
Many afternoons spent together, both seeming to need each other
She, being reminded of youthful fun – a life lived long ago.
He, feeling special from her undivided attention as they talk and play together

The quiet conversations have now turned to prayers from deep within the soul.
Instead of sitting side by side they are walking heart to heart.
Though she has left his side here on earth she still stays close by him.
Their time together is cherished and will never be forgotten.
Her legacy lives on in his heart; her teachings live on in his life.
And when all is calm and quiet, he can still sometimes feel
Her aged, wrinkled hands holding on tight to his, so youthful and smooth.

Right now the pain is great, but as time passes the hurting will ease
The tears will fade and his smile will return for love, in the end, brings joy
Fond memories will bring happiness and contentment
The sound of her name will bring nostalgia and warmth
And as his hands begin to show wrinkles and age, he will find as she did
Someone with hands youthful and smooth that he can hold on to
And he can be to that young heart what she has been to his.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Poor Little Zekie

Along with all the preparations for Dillon's birthday came an unexpected trip to the doctor. I had taken the two little ones to the park that morning and when we came for lunch Zeke started complaining about his side hurting. Well, it went from there to rolling around on the couch in pain, hurting to breath and uncontrollable crying. He also got a fever. I called Michael and then the doctor. I ended up having to take Zeke in and Michael stayed home with Olivia to finish getting ready for Dillon's party. They told me he has pnuemonia and gave me a prescription with instructions to let him rest for a few days. He had a few more painful episodes during the evening (probably because he was not resting). Today he has been better. He still hurts a little and has a fever. He even decided on his own to take a nap (after he swept the driveway - so much for resting:). I fee so bad for him. It is so hard to see him in so much pain - especially after all we went through with him last November. Hopefully he will be on the mend and be back to his old self soon!

Dillon turns 5!

Yesterday was Dillon's 5th birthday. He was so excited for it to come this year. We did a western theme, of course. Everyone got a sherrifs badge and a boot mug. Dillon got to wear a cowboy hat for his birthday hat and I found him a cute shirt that says, "Mom's lil buckaroo" that he got to wear to school (they still like that stuff when they are this age!) We also had a horse pinata that the kids got to hit open. Michael took us on a wagon ride and all the kids that wanted to got a turn sitting up on the seat with him and got to help him drive the horses. I even got a turn to drive them. It was a lot of fun. He got a surprise after school from our friends, the Olsens, from Hendricks. They came up for his birthday and were waiting for him when he got off the bus. All the kdis were excited from that surprise! We played all evening and had a great time. Happy Birthday Dillon!This is a poem I wrote about Dillon. It, of course, doesn't portray all that Dillon is and all that I feel about him. It is so hard to put into words how you feel about someone who is so special, but this is my attempt.

It seems like yesterday when I first held you
Your tiny hands, perfect face and pretty eyes of blue
Your special spirit brought a change to my life
Your sweet smile still melts away the strife.
Each hug that you give me fills me with love
I know you’re a special gift from heaven above
Your gentle ways are pure and true
You bring joy to my life in all that you do
Though young in years, your spirit is wise
The light of Christ within you lies
Best buddies forever, me and you
I love you, little buckaroo!

First Tooth

Zane lost his first tooth over the weekend. It has been loose for months and he finally got it out - with a little tugging from me! He was so excited for the tooth fairy to come and loved walking around showing everyone the new hole in his mouth.