Prepping for Xmas!

Tomorrow we head out to get our tree (weather permitting) and then we'll spend the day decorating the house, inside and out! I know that, as usual, there will be zillions of photos taken tomorrow and throughout the holiday season. But most years I'm too busy to do anything with the photos until after the festivities are over, and by then, I'm drained. Last year's entire holiday experience was documented in a single two-page spread (happily enough, published in the current Digital Scrapbooking Magazine).


So this year, I'm following Ali's lead and preparing ahead! I have already completely designed an eight page board book, plus covers. All that it needs is photos and journaling. I'll add them as I go and print it out right after Christmas! Check it out!







Notice that last red page, number 7? "Pass the Rosy Wine"? I'm headed to a holiday party tonight, I may just get that page done before December actually gets here!

Ok, say it with me:

Pumpkin is a vegetable. Therefore, having pumpkin pie for breakfast is actually healthier than my normal breakfast, as I don't usually include the vegetable food group so early in the morning.

The crust has flour in it, so part of the cereal & grains group.

Add in the whipped cream and you have dairy.

Coffee is made from beans and they count as a protein, right?

Man, am I off to a good start this morning, or what?!

Okay, NOW I'm willing to listen to Christmas music

I'm full. Tomorrow I'll avoid stores like the plague while I start searching the basement for our Christmas lights. We normally get our tree the day after Thanksgiving, but Jason's work schedule isn't cooperating, so we'll get it on Sunday.

In the meantime, if you would like to laugh really, REALLY hard, click on this link:
http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9579232035

I apologize. I couldn't resist.

Happy Holidays!

So Thankful...

...for a fabulous husband, who is the greatest, most funnest dad ever;

...for the biggest cat I've ever seen, who mended the biggest heart I've ever known (introducing Armory, our cat we've had for the past month)

...for my little boy, who is exploding with new skills;

...for a job I love, that keeps me sane;

...for a home, full of memories and close to lots of extended family;

...for my wild and crazy family, full of love and laughter, just what I always wanted in my life.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Readin', Writin', & 'Rithmatic

Ah Mondays. Full of things to do and not enough time to do them. Thought it was so great when I looked around the house just before Emma left for school and found this:


Georgie tucked into a corner, reading, and Emma sitting in the middle of the floor going over a poem she wrote. That's right, a poem she wrote. Love this kiddo of mine.

Did you know that they study negative numbers in first grade? I don't remember learning those until at least 6th grade or so! We are rapidly approaching the point where I will be unable to help her with her homework!!

Maybe she can help me work on the bills today. Might need some of those negative numbers.

True Oregonians

Really, we aren't a bunch of red-necked hicks. Really. Ignore the camo gear, the old rusty car, the trailer, the fact that we're bar-b-quing in the rain. Please?

Actually, this is our favorite kind of weather. Drizzly, patches of sun, patches of storm, not too hot, but not too cold. Love it! And it's perfect for doing an all day pork roast.

Jason's dad and uncle brought up his old Buick (that he inherited from some wonderful family friends last year), and this morning was spent maneuvering the flat-bed trailer and figuring out how to get the car off of it. No need for details other than the fact that when the car actually rolled off, my mouth was gasping for air and I was peeking through my fingers. We came thiiiiiiiiiiis close to needing a new shed (and possibly new feet for Jason). But it's here, and Jason is happy. I have now lost my husband to car land.

The kids had a blast playing in the rain. George came in voluntarily, once he was soaked all the way through and his boots were sufficiently muddy. Emma didn't spend as much time outside, but heck, any six year old that would rather be doing math workbooks and playing a highly detailed game of dinosaurs vs. Transformers, is all right by me.
Oh, and this last photo is just to prove my oft-repeated point, my kids are crazy. Not that there's anything wrong with wearing your toddler swimming sunglasses while playing with holiday decorations.

Firsts

Thank goodness this happened at school, they got to deal with the blood. Her friends were very impressed. We have the silver dollar and toothbrush ready (thank you for all your advice, oh wise Internet), so the Tooth Fairy will be visiting tonight.

Wow. She looks like such a kid. Or a Jack-O-Lantern, as her teacher from last year pointed out!

Edited to add: Correction, the Tooth Fairy will not be visiting tonight. Emma broke into tears at the thought of giving up her first lost tooth. She says she doesn't want to "trade it in" for anything. SOooooo, I guess we'll be holding on to the goodies until the next tooth pops. My kids are so wierd.

Yes we celebrated Halloween!

I realize that my complete dearth of posts over the last week may have led you to believe that we fled the country or fell off a cliff, but no! We are here, busy, candy-buzzed, and enjoying the fall sunshine.

Here are a few pictures of my costumed, pre-candy overdosed children (I mentioned the horse costume, right?):


The worst part of Halloween is that it takes all darn day to get to the festivities. By then, kids are exhausted after being high on adrenaline since six in the morning. Thus, the slightly comatose look on Emma's face. She recovered quickly though, with the first drop of candy into the pumpkin buckets.

Her favorite part? Opening the door to "customers" at the end of our trick-or-treating. George's favorite treat? The notebook he was given by one of the neighbors. No joke. She offered candy or a spiral notebook, he threw his pumpkin at Jason, shouted "notebook", and that was it for the night! Emma chose a notebook, too. Gotta love my kids.

Thursday happenings

I'm finishing up work on my Card Making Class today, taking photos and making a creative mess. How much do I love the fact that I totally took over Jason's workbench last week, all in the name of good lighting for a photo shoot?
Now tell me, in what other paper arts class are you exposed to power tools like saws and air compressors? Luckily the fire extinguisher is always close by!

George's book seems to be working, he had a great day yesterday. His favorite page is the one that starts, "No crashing..." Silly boy. This morning started off a bit rocky, but hopefully his teachers will help him get back on track.

Emma seems to think she has two loose teeth now. I can't verify that, but she's convinced that she's going to lose all of her baby teeth at once and grow up Right Now!! She's growing up fast enough for me as it is.

Okay, must get back to card folding, embellishment gluing, and photo taking! Next thing on the To Do list is to finish making Emma's horse costume. Yup. Horse costume. I'll post pictures this weekend.

Playground project

George is having some trouble adjusting to recess at his "regular" school. It is too unstructured for him, so he goes into sensory overload and starts crashing into other kids. Due to a parent complaint that the school isn't keeping her child safe from George (a whole other subject that just pisses me off completely, not one child has been hurt), I've had to pick him up before recess the last couple of days while they and I put together some new tools and routines for George.

One of them is this social story that I've made. Pretty easy to put together and I think George will like it. His other books have always been very successful at helping him remember new rules or different routines.

His teachers are creating choice cards that they can give to him out on the playground whenever he needs to be redirected to a different activity. Today is his first day back where he'll stay for recess. Someone will read this to him during snack time (just before recess), to make sure it's fresh in his mind. Also, his Autism therapist is visiting the school today to see if she can think of other equipment they can acquire that might capture his attention better.

How glad am I that we moved to this wonderful city where the resources are so incredible? Where I have an Autism therapist that responds to every question, crisis, and success with enthusiasm and advice? Where George's regular (i.e. non-special needs) preschool is willing to PURCHASE playground equipment that is better for him? Where every person we meet (excluding ignorant mommies that spy on their kids throughout the day) is supportive, helpful, and full of ideas?

Amazing.

I Need Money

Oh dear lord. Emma has just discovered her first loose tooth. Have I ever mentioned how nauseous I get when the topic turns to teeth? She's currently sitting very carefully on the couch, afraid to move the wrong way (it's just barely wiggling). And she's a bit concerned about the meatloaf and tator tot combo we have cooking for dinner....it just might pull her tooth out, you know.

So, any ideas on how much the Tooth Fairy is giving out these days?

Fun with warning labels

You know, someone ought to have told me this a long time ago.

You'll have to excuse me now, apparently I was supposed to unpack the children.

Hello Fall!

So glad to see you!

Working frantically

One of many things I'm working on these days:
Wanna play?

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Back In Gear

Back in gear, indeed. Check out my workspace today: Holy technology, Batman! That's two monitors, one laptop, one external hard drive, two printers, one scanner, and also plugged in are two thumb drives that you can't see. Not to mention two websites open (Pandora Radio and Digital Scrapbook Place, of course), along with Photoshop, various file folders, and the latest issue of Creative Techniques.

George has a five day weekend coming up (for one of his schools), so I suppose I'm binging now while I can. And see the clock? It's only 10 am, think what I can drag out and open up within the next five hours!!

October 3rd

Eight years ago, today, was a very good day. How much fun was that party? My shoes were quickly abandoned and I don't think I ate much, but laugh and dance and cheer? Oh yes, I did all that. This guy of mine has brought so much laughter and fun into my life. Sure, I've been dragged around the country a bit, but it's been a fun ride so far.

I may not have a card for you, J, but I love you. Happy Anniversary!
One year ago, today, was a very good day. After many worries and sleepless nights, we had George's Autism diagnosis. Sounds like a bad day, right? Not for us. We finally had a path to follow and new resources to draw from. One year ago, today, I would have said that George had about 10 words in his vocabulary. Today, he chatters all day long. Not always appropriately to his surroundings or in response to direct communication, but the words are there. And there are more coming.

We're so proud of you, buddy! Enjoy your schools and your friends, we'll all be here for you as you navigate through challenges and we'll celebrate with you as you go.

Moving on

Life just keeps going, thank goodness. We had a blustery fall weekend, full of projects, rain, wars between siblings, book reading, movie watching, painting (of the finger variety), some boredom, and hot coffee on cold mornings. All in all, you can't ask for more than that!

Tell me this isn't adorable: She and Daddy are working on a super-secret project together. There is much gluing, sawing, sanding, and air compressor blowing involved. Their design keeps getting more elaborate as they go. Trust me when I say this is going to be the fanciest ........ ever!!! (I'll post the results after Christmas, you'll be amazed!)

And this little guy is completely obsessed with tractors:

We're thinking of parking ours in the basement this winter, instead of the shed. Simply as a play structure for cold, wet days. His favorite phrase these days? "Tractors! Everywhere!" The place we can no longer shop when he's with us? Home Depot. Tractors. Everywhere. Many tantrums upon leaving the land of tractors. Oh well.

More info

Yes, the pound is well aware of what has happened. They have shut down the cattery and it's under quarantine. They are also paying our vet bills and have been in direct communication with our vet and others about this.

As Tink mentioned, no, I probably shouldn't have gone back to that pound for the second cat. That's one of those Mommy-guilt moments that will probably be with me for a long, long time. But, at the time, we thought it was an issue with the first litter. The second Wendy was so different in temperament, we just didn't see this coming. Our vet has told us to come to her when we're ready for the next cat (not for a while, trust me), she will help us find one that has had all it's shots and is as healthy as can be verified.

It's all being handled as well as something like this can be. We are grateful to our vet and the pound supervisor for their quick assistance and sympathy. And for your sympathy, as well. This week has sucked. But we have lots of activities planned for this afternoon and tomorrow as distraction. (More Transformers action, of course!)

Enough

I love roller coasters. My favorites have lots of spirals and loops, and you've got to love the slow ascent to the highest drop. Then having to hold your stomach in as you make that drop. Fabulous!

Today, though, I'd like to get off this ride I seem to be stuck on. Took Wendy II to the vet for deworming medicine yesterday. Ended up leaving her there because she was running a fever. Today, she's gone. Seems there was an outbreak of distemper at the pound, and our two were the ones that alerted the authorities to it.

Emma doesn't know yet, and frankly, has seemed very detached about the fact that she spent the night at the vet's last night. Perhaps she already knows in her heart.

Earlier this week, I thought I had experienced one of the hardest tasks a parent should ever have to do. I was wrong. Doing it a second time is much harder.

How much do you love...

BUBBLE WRAP? My brother isn't the only one who can find and post silly internet time wasters.

Have fun.

http://www.virtual-bubblewrap.com/bubble-wrap.swf

Purr-fectly Playful

Journaling taken from today's earlier post. And yes, Dave, that picture did look a lot like Fireball. But she's darker. And she doesn't swipe at your ankles every time you walk by. Imagine that!

Grandma is pretty happy to see an orange cat in this house again, too. For non-family members, if you remember, we have moved into my grandparents' old home. And they had a wonderful orange cat for years and years. When he died, another orange cat that looked just like him spent several days on the property. Laying in all the spots Morris loved to lay, staring up at the house, acting just like he had. Kitty friend or kitty ghost? You make the call.

She's ORANGE...with claws!!

I guess Emma knew best after all!


I walked into the pound yesterday to see what they had, and there was a gorgeous orange kitten looking at me!!! About 2 weeks older than the first Wendy and oh my gosh rambunctious!!! Many more pictures to follow, but let me tell you, she's a very typical kitty...always into something. She had ventured into the basement within the first 5 minutes of bringing her home. She helped me with the dishes by climbing into the dishwasher to lick them. She is a blur of speed when running away from the dog. She plays constantly! Lots of fun!

Interesting also, I found out that the sister to our first kitty also died, so the whole litter must have been exposed to something before the pound got them. So sad, but it somehow makes me feel better about ours, you always wonder if you could have done more.

Physical Therapy is GOOD

Personally, I prefer Retail Therapy. But the emergency vet bill currently residing on my Discover Card suggests that physical therapy is better for us right now. OUCH!! But if it has to be physical, it might as well be as fun as all this:There's nothing that a good wrestle session can't make better.

The day went well. Kids are amazingly resilient. More so than tired adults. I'm off to bed.

Nature is cruel

Emma's little kitty died last night. Emma didn't know until this morning. Jason and I woke her up, before George got up, to tell her together and cuddle. And I let her skip school today, letting her do whatever she wants. Jason and I were totally destroyed last night. Not so much about the cat, we hadn't really bonded with it yet, but for Emma. She worked so hard and was totally head over heels in love. We're not sure what happened, Wendy was fine Saturday, and then yesterday went downhill fast and the emergency vet couldn't save her.

I don't think I slept at all last night, I was so dreading this morning.

Emma handled it fairly well. She, of course, broke down for a bit and sobbed. Didn't believe us at first when we told her Wendy had died. After the initial break down, it's kind of gone in waves. She'll be totally fine, being a goof, and then I'll find her in her room crying. I'm really glad we decided to keep her home today so she can work through this.

I emailed her teacher and last year's teacher to let them know why she wasn't in today. They've both been very excited about the kitty, so I wanted to let them know that she'll be tender tomorrow. It just kills me that her first real experience with death is with the kitty she's been wanting for so long and working so hard to get. After only three days, too.

She's already asked for a new kitten, so I'm sure we'll head back to the pound sometime soon. She's so smart though. She said she wants to wait a couple of days until her heart doesn't hurt so much. :(

She's playing her Transformer video game right now, hurling bad guys through buildings. I don't blame her!

Wendy Wednesday

1st Day, Final Round

Well, he made it. As did I. George went into his new school very happily and immediately started playing with the play-doh. All was well until I said good-bye. He started scrambling to clean up the play-doh and join me. As I walked into the hall, I heard the screaming start. Lee, the wonderful director of his preschool, told me to keep my cell phone on, but "go away". LOL!

Later, I found out that he quieted down after about 5 minutes and did pretty well throughout the afternoon. Transitions between activities were hard, as they always are with him. But, they must be doing something right, because he almost fell asleep while eating his snack! He's home now, curled up on the couch, watching a video about tractors.....all is well in his world.

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Oh, and we get Wendy-kitty on Wednesday. No, she won't be orange, but yes, she most definitely has claws!!!!

Meme time

The wonderful Tink with all her tribulations has tagged me, so here you are:

1. Who was your first prom date? Jason took me to my Senior prom. On a boat in the San Francisco Bay, ahhhh romantic!

2. Who was your first roommate? Sarah, freshman year of college at U.C. Davis. She used to read this blog, Hi Sarah!

3. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? Um, I'm guessing from San Jose to Phoenix, when I was 5 or 6.

4. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? It wasn't actually my house, never did that. I stayed the night with a good friend at the end of Junior year of high school and we snuck out to a local park. To meet BOYS!!! Sorry Mom.

5. Whose wedding were you in the first time? I was a bridesmaid at my brother's wedding when I was 18.

6. What was the first concert you ever went to? Other than cheesy Beach Boys concerts at Great America, I think my first real concert was U2, in Oakland. Or no, Amy Grant at Shoreline?

7. First tattoo or piercing? No tatoos. Ears pierced when I was 12 or 13.

If you do this meme, leave me a link so I can visit!

My Quirky Kid

A very interesting article in Newsweek this week, check it out: You And Your Quirky Kid. Good debate about what is truly "normal", how difficult it is to diagnose exact placement on the Autism spectrum, and how wonderful these "quirky" kids really are.

We love both of our quirky kids. One on the spectrum and one not, but both unique, crazy, silly, frustrating, happy, and lovable.

1st Day, Round Two

George returned to his EEP Preschool today! He went off with a smile and a loud "BYE!!", hand in hand with his favorite teacher. This is so good. He's been so very bored these last couple of weeks, especially since Emma returned to school last week. Routine is good.

And our routine will get crazier next week. George starts at an afternoon preschool next Monday. It's a traditional preschool, we're hoping to broaden his social skills and better prepare him for kindergarten. Jason and I attended the parent orientation last night and came away with great feelings about the program, teachers, and facility. But I'm nervous. My kid is a special needs kid. Hearing about all the fun activities they'll do, the manners that will be enforced, the choices they'll be encouraged to make....it's all overwhelming to a family that's used to a more structured (possibly sheltered?) environment. Everyone that I've talked to there seems very flexible, they understand George's needs and will work to stretch his limitations without stressing him past his capabilities. But still. A mommy worries.

It will be good. He's bored at home, needs much more than three hours outside of our home. Needs "typical" kids around him. Needs more stimulation and to learn how to adapt to that stimulation around him. He'll be okay. Mommy will be okay.

And Mommy will be a taxi. Two kids, three schools, at least one after school activity. Every school on a different holiday/inservice schedule. Please don't blame me if I completely lose my mind this year. I'll check in whenever I feel slightly coherent. Happy Fall!

Between Daddy & Daughter

Him: Do you want to hang out with me tonight, paint the workbench, and listen to music?

Her: Sure!

Him: What music should we listen to?

Her: VAN HALEN!!!

(Mom's head hits the dinner table)

The 1st Day of 1st Grade!

Think someone is excited???

Meow

At the beginning of the summer, Jason and I were presented with this: (Please Mom, I really want a cat soon today, Mom.)

Notice the detail and thought put into this drawing. Apparently her goal is to have a neon orange cat with claws that can shred us all. (By the way, she wants the cat to be female, hard to find in orange, and it's name will be Wendy. Why? I have no idea.)

So, we felt those claws in our sentimental parental hearts and privately decided that yes, she would have her kitty. Shortly thereafter, unfortunately, Emma entered the stage of her life where she was slightly less delightful to be around (remember the Blueberry Meltdown, anyone?), and we told her she would have to earn the right to a cat. She and I formalized that idea by making a chore chart. The goal was 30 good days, with chores done and no nighttime tantrums.

If you'll notice the numbers at the bottom of the chart you'll see she has just eleven days to go. And with school starting, her behavior is evening out and I have a feeling those eleven will go real fast.

Jason and I have started spending a lot of time on this website: Petfinder.com

Shoot me now. That may be the only thing that saves me from bringing home a whole litter of fluffy, clawed creatures. Buy one, get one half off indeed.