Friday, June 28, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
I'm glad the week of Vacation Bible School is over, because it doesn't feel much like "vacation" when the kids and I have had to be up and out of the house earlier than on school days. But, I am also so glad we took part in the week of VBS; particularly, I am glad Madeline had the opportunity to attend. This was a good preview to her upcoming preschool experience. While she was a little droopy and clingy on the first day, Maddy eventually warmed up to her young group leaders and joined in on all the activities.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
If I could predict just what would make a child smile, laugh or say, "cool," I am fairly certain I could turn that into a lucrative career. But, I do not have that secret formula. Sometimes, I just get lucky.
We were running late, as, it seems, we always are. I had misjudged the amount of time I needed to complete a task and get to the next place, as, it seems, always happens. The net result was: jerseys got washed after being soiled in last night's game, but were not dry when it was time to leave for tonight's game.
I told the kids to get the rest of their uniforms, cleats, gloves, etc. and get in the car. I grabbed the wet shirts and followed. At the car, I put the back windows down, held a jersey to each open window, and told each girl to slowly press the button to raise the window until the neck of the jersey was stuck at the top. The shirts were hanging on the outside of the car, covering the windows to the back seat... And, we were off.
The damp shirts flapped against the car and waved in the wind. The children squealed about how crazy we must look... what the other drivers must think... how it was great "advertising" for their team. They marveled about how I had come up with such a good idea. We had a good 15-minute drive to the ball field-- just as effective as an afternoon on the clothesline.
Amanda did comment this was a wonderful, "green" solution to drying clothes, and, she said, it was free. Elisabeth piped up, "Well, there is the cost of gas." Thinkers, those two. We arrived before game time, in time, for the girls to change into their clean and now-dry jerseys. And the best part was: the kids declared their mother a hilarious genius.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Some days other people do things that are simply more entertaining than anything my family comes up with. Don't believe me? Watch "Rocking serenade" on YouTube.
Honestly, people, two of those boys are my nephews-- first- and third-grade boys, y'all! Have you ever seen or heard anything like it?! I mean, they should be wearing shirts while performing, even if they are rock stars, but, aside from that, not only did they sing on pitch, there was choreography! I'm gonna go watch it again...
Monday, June 10, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
The opening menu is an array of brightly colored boxes pointing me toward various online destinations. Right in the middle of the screen is a weather forecast, which today taunted me with:
Unfortunately, the weather at home is:
School is out. It's the second week in June. We elected to not audition for community theater this summer so we could really enjoy some family time on the lake. This bites.
Thankfully, three of the kids and I did take advantage to the few hours of halfway decent weather this weekend, to meet up with more fam at Lake Maria State Park. We had a glorious morning!
Even though these were the "nicer" hours, weather-wise, of the weekend, it was still cool. Don't let the crazy kids' outfits fool you-- I was in jeans and a hoodie. I cannot tolerate any more jokes about "The Year Without a Summer." I NEED heat and light.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
My children are talented in many ways. (As their mother, I am required to say that). I am so proud of all the things they do well. Even when it comes to bad behavior, they rise to the top as the best of the worst. This is particularly true when it comes to tantrums. The Krinkeland kids can pitch fits with the best of them.
This obnoxious tendency is not even one I can pin on their father. Though I am not proud to admit it, I can scream and stomp and throw things like a champ-- a really naughty champ. Yep, the tantrums are all mine. Only one of the four kids is a silent sulker like the man I married... And that's a dangerous thing, too, albeit a much more socially acceptable way to behave.
Today, I think Miss Madeline may have set a new record: Watch "Maddy's Fit" on YouTube
That tantrum was sparked when Madeline said she wanted to go outside to play, and I said she certainly could-- just as soon as she got dressed. That girl raged on for more than a half-hour, I swear. It's amazing she still has a voice, and that the only damage was the un-making of my bed.
I have gotten pretty adept at ignoring tantrums, but this one was so over-the-top I couldn't help but engage. She followed me from room to room and level to level in the house as I went about my day. I repeatedly pointed out how simple it would be for Madeline to get what she wanted... how her pjs could go right into the laundry room... how she did not even have to go to her bedroom to find clothes because I was in the process of folding... But Maddy was so hysterical, she could not hear me, or, at least, could not process my suggestions or act on them.
Then, I made it worse: I laughed. I mean, 20 minutes in or so, when I have made soothing sounds to calm her and have been assaulted with "I! CAN'T! STOP!" what else could I do? It got even worse when I couldn't stop laughing. As I often say with motherhood, "I have to laugh; otherwise, I'd be crying." Well, this day held plenty of both.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
When we began this first day of summer vacation by spending the morning in our jammies and polishing off an entire loaf of cinnamon toast, I had no idea the day would end on such a momentous note. There were a couple wheel-y big developments, actually, causing us to wrap up the day with celebratory Oreo milkshakes.
The other day, I casually mentioned to Pam, Benjamin's adaptive Phy. Ed. teacher and all-around favorite person, that we were still having trouble getting Ben going on two wheels. This afternoon, she came over, bearing a Balance Buddy. (I have trouble making links when posting from my iPad, so just look it up). Pam even took off Ben's training wheels and installed the Balance Buddy on the back of his bike! I vowed we would try it out, just as soon as the more patient parent arrived home.
In the meantime, we have also been bicycle shopping for Amanda (a topic I also discussed with Pam, who has a same-aged daughter). The dilemma is which size to buy-- Amanda is not quite tall enough for a 26" frame, but it seems wasteful to buy a 24" bike and have her outgrow it shortly. Coincidentally, after Pam's visit, I received an email from my mom: She had purchased for my sister a bike at a garage sale but my sister said it was too small, and might Amanda be able to use it? Dilemma solved-- smaller, less costly bike for now, with a bigger purchase down the line.
Amanda is thrilled with her new bike. She scrubbed it up, dubbed it "Breezy," and, after a quick gear-and-hand-brake lesson, she was off! Her sisters followed (one on a three-wheeler) and that left just the boy.
Ben and Daddy went across the road to the vacant street that runs parallel to ours and began the arduous task. There was just one obstacle to Ben riding a two-wheeler: FEAR. In the matter of a half-hour or so, he finally decided to get over himself and suck it up. And I would definitely say the Balance Buddy helped. I would not yet call him Lightning on Tread-- starting and stopping are a little wobbly-- but Ben is riding: Watch "Benjamin rides" on YouTube!
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Saturday, June 1, 2013
With the children, from early on, I "trainied" them, by putting digital clocks in their bedrooms and telling them they could not get out of bed until the first number was a 7. If it was 6 or 5, they had to close their eyes again and go back to sleep, or at least read books quietly and not come out and make noise till 7. If it was 8 or 9, they should get up and make me pancakes. If it was 10 or later, they should get their rears in gear or risk turning out like their father.
This worked really well, until Madeline came along. At four, she is perfectly able to identify her numbers. At four, she is in complete defiance of my system. Sister gets up whenever she wants. Better yet, she usually wakes her brother. I have been blasted off my pillow by the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song or screeching over an iPad more times than I care to count.
This morning, I awoke early to both the sounds of the TV and bright daylight streaming through the windows, because someone must have forgotten to close the blinds last night. It was a really, really beautiful morning.
So, I got up. I got caught up on emails, did some scheduling things, finished writing some stuff for organizations with which I volunteer. Then, the two little urchins found me. They were wearing bathing suits.