Saturday, June 20, 2009

School Dazed


School's out and naturally the end of the school year came with celebration and ceremony. Rowan and Willow have been participating in a home-school co-op one day a week and their final day was full of fun and games. What a wonderful group of people those are, we're going to miss them next year.

Auburn graduated with honors- third in her class, a position she very carefully guarded all year as she didn't want to risk falling in the top two, "they have to give speeches!" Too bad she didn't inherit my public speaking gene or she could have been Valedictorian. Or maybe not, that kid was academically superhuman.

She seemed genuinely thrilled with graduation gifts- two cameras and various photographic equipment. Her artistic talent hasn't found it's boundaries yet and she's every bit as remarkable a photographer as she is at everything else she touches. I would like to know where that gene came from. I reckon Jon probably gets the credit there as he also seems to have a golden touch when it comes to being able to pick up a skill without half trying.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Hairy issues




Well as usual there are some creative changes happening around here. Willow lost two teeth, Rowan lost a mass of wild hair, and Rheannon lost her inhibitions. All good things, if you ask me.
As the school year comes to a close I'm once again scrambling to come up with a new plan. I was offered a massage job about 25 miles away but after I crunched the numbers I realized I would be away from home 30 hours a week for $400 and the kids would be left to their own devices all that time- now their devices can be fairly inspired and some times dangerous so it doesn't seem like a smart move on my part. I'm still trying to build a clientele closer to home but I think I stepped into a luxury profession at just the wrong time, people are in belt-tightening mode. So, once again I'm back to college to finish that nursing degree. It's a fairly last minute decision so I'm really scrambling to get registered for the last few classes I can take at the community college while simultaneously applying for admission for the spring at the university and the nursing school- separate applications. The deadlines are soon. Very soon! I'm jumping through hoops as fast as I can.
If everything plays out like I'm planning Orion will be at the charter high school his sisters attended and Rheannon, Rowan, and Willow will all be at the Montessori school. That's going to involve it's own set of hoops; cross your fingers for me.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009



What a mother's day! I managed to get all of my kids in one place and playing a game that everyone could understand and enjoy- bowling. I even let Orion beat me at arm wrestling. Actually he's been trying hard for years to manage that and the last time it was so difficult for me that I knew he would likely win if I gave him another shot. It wasn't a decisive defeat though- it took Cailyn so long to take the picture that I used up my meager reserve of strength just holding him back. If I'm going to win I have to go for the quick pin.



Rheannon trounced him, though. So he's still got a healthy respect for the power of the women in his family.



It's so fun watching the kids bowl- it's like an extension of their personalities. Auburn was all about form and consistency.



While Cailyn was more a "make it up as you go" kind of bowler. Rather whimsical even.



Willow was all about the party. She was in snuggle heaven with both her big sisters around. She even got a few triumphant full-body lifts from Rowan and tried to give one to Orion.



Rowan's approach was charge at the line and hurl the ball like a shot put. He put so much energy into it it's a wonder he didn't end up half way down the lane himself.

I am a very, very lucky mother.

Monday, May 4, 2009

I believe I can fly


Randy sure has been influencing me lately. Sometimes I swear I can hear him grinning- you know what I mean; when Randy smiled it was almost loud. Of course you can't hear him grinning without also hearing that immortal phrase, "Drive fast, take chances."
Somewhere along the line I slowed way down. Frankly it's boring. So I've tightened my seat belt and hit the gas. Metaphorically, OK? No need to call highway patrol. I'm also taking some cues from the kids, who naturally know how to have fun as long as some painfully boring old person isn't sucking the joy out of the room. So while I'm revving the gas with one foot I'm riding the brake with the other- at least when it comes to telling the kids, "don't." My own personal motto is becoming, "why the heck not?"
As you can see, once I'm out of the way these kids can actually fly.

I'm getting more playful myself. I'm proud to say that I jumped right into the mix with kids playing games this Easter. (at least that's not egg on my face.) My dear friend, Gracie, and I actually won the three legged race. It wasn't even close. The rest of those geezers were still at the starting line trying to coordinate their strategies while Grace and I just ran. You'd be surprised how much ground you can cover when you quit worrying about "how" and just run.

Orion, always the charmer and I swear the reincarnation of Mr. Drive-Fast himself, was given his science teacher's Olymic bow (she was a world-class archer) and dozens of arrows. He's pretty good with that curvy stick. I'm derned impressed. And oh so envious. I have wanted a recurve since I was his age and discovered a sport I was actually good at. Anyhoo, now the little booger is planning to sell the bow. I might have to arm wrestle him for it- I'm pretty sure I can still take him. I hope.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Creative Kids



Cailyn has been busy working. She has two, maybe three jobs- I should know this. She waits tables at The Nineteenth Hole, makes salsa (pictured here) and does house keeping for a local camp. She still hasn't taken her massage licensing exam but I'm nagging so it ought to happen soon. She's also painting again and has reapplied to college. I'm pretty impressed with what a wonderful young woman she is. She's cute too.



Auburn is always making something (including taking these pictures). She is finishing high school as third in her class and has two jobs; working as a graphic designer at a local print business and house keeping at the same camp with Cailyn. Some of her art is currently on display as part of an abstract art showing at the gallery attached to the place she works. She is the youngest artist and, would it be overly biased for me to say, the most talented. She has also applied to college in Kentucky and we hope to hear positive news soon. I'm so proud of this beautiful young woman.



Orion is always thinking, taking things apart and building new things. He's doing well in school and participated in a robotics competition. He has a strong interest in robotics and aeronautics. He spends hours watching youtube videos about RC aircraft design. I'm trying to steer his creativity into something outdoors. He organized the kids to turn the shed into a "club house" and he has a work bench out there so maybe his next project won't end up glued to the floor. He is also working two jobs; he does pools with Jon and helps Cailyn make salsa. Even then he's got to be up to creating something- this is a photo of him after he shrink-wrapped plastic to his hands. I do wish I knew how to cultivate this kids energy and brilliance. He's really quite amazing.



Auburn took this photo of Rheannon- she managed to capture Rhea's growing beauty and grace. She is definitely my quietest child though every bit as creative and capable as the others. Rheannon spreads calm most everywhere she goes (though Rowan would disagree)- she charms animals and babies. I watch a one year old two days a week and Rheannon is remarkable with that child. She is still making art and has a piece that will soon be on display as part of an area youth art exhibit. She mostly works with clay and has made some truly amazing art. She is remarkable in so many way.



Rowan is such a character. He's so brilliant and vivacious. He's always leaping about on the furniture and spinning around on the floor (we call him Tigger). Yesterday he choreographed a very acrobatic dance. I wish I could get him in a dance class that wouldn't bore the pants off of him- he's not one for putting up with things if he thinks they're a waste of time. He's still home schooled and has really taken off academically. He has a strong need to understand why and isn't inclined to take "because" as an answer. If you want him to do something you had better be prepared to explain the merits to him. As I said, he's not one to tolerate doing something for no good reason. Rowan makes us all question why we do things a certain way and often points out better alternatives. I'm going to have to keep a close eye on this one, I might just be raising a rebel. I sure hope so.

Willow could win the Olympics of talking if it were a sport. I think she chose to be born last to make sure there were plenty of people around to listen to her. She says some amazing things though and I wish I did a better job of writing them down. What do I say about Willow? She's sweet, charming, cuddly and fairly enlightened. She told me recently, "What's the big deal about looks? I like the way my friends look but I love them for who they are." We should all be so smart.

Well, that's my amazing, creative brood. Now I'm going to see if I can get them to create some clean in their rooms. Wish me luck.

Ah Rats!



We have had cats- lots and lots of cats, our fair share of dogs, goats, chickens, turkeys, ducks, a rabbit (that was short lived) and fish. I have always had the rule that I don't feed anything that doesn't have a job (excepting the fish) so what was I thinking when I let Rheannon talk Santa into rats for Christmas? I was thinking "what the heck?" And you know what, it was a brilliant move.



These critters are fun, personable, and entertaining. Not to mention they live in a cage so they don't knock things off the counters (the cat), try and sleep on my bed (the dog) or poop all over the porch (chickens). If I had it to do over we would only ever have rats. I don't even notice their tails anymore- and I know that's the thing that's got you feeling squeamish.



I gotta say, we love our rat girls.

Let them eat cake

Apparently I got old. I didn't think so, I wake feeling just as cramped and broken as I did when I was twenty- the benefit of living hard up until that point, but evidently I am. The signs are everywhere and when I'm not too preoccupied with how to pay the bills (a sign in and of itself) I can't help but get them shoved in my face. For example four months have gone by since my last entry- that's 1/3 or a year, impressed with my math skills? me too- and it felt like weeks. Also Cailyn turned 19 last month. Nineteen! Young people do not have 19 year old children. Add to this that Auburn graduates in May- that's 2, count them TWO adult children. This grown up children thing is snowballing- Rheannon turns 13 on Monday (Rowan 10 on Saturday) and Orion 15, old enough for a learner's permit, in July. Yes, there really is no denying it. I am old. I think I'm realizing that the thing that most ages me is the loss of joy in simple things. At some point I got the stupid idea that grownups take things seriously. Now why would anyone want to do that? I'm trying to rediscover the part of me that could laugh when something went awry. I got a perfect opportunity the day we celebrated Cailyn's birthday. I had baked a carrot cake and experimented by adding pineapple - it was delicious but too moist and more like a firm pudding than a cake. I decided not to serve it and Rheannon and I ran into town to dream up an alternative plan. We bought fruit and an anglefood cake. My plan was to skewer the fruit and stick the sticks in the cake- don't try this, the cake isn't strong enough. When that didn't work we moved to plan "C" and put a cup in the center to hold the skewers like a bouquet. It was beautiful. But years of sleep deprivation and early onset dementia conspired to make something obvious elude me- I actually decided to move the cake that way instead of taking the skewers out. Not my most brilliant decision. We rounded the first corner and the cake slid on the plate, Rheannon scrambled to stop it and the cup fell over tearing the side out and sending fruit-laden skewers every which direction. Hands flew from all corners of the car trying to stop the carnage. I almost yelled, but flashed on the many trips I took anxiously holding a cake in the back of a car and fearing for my life should it get messed up. So instead of yelling, I laughed. We all laughed, and laughed and laughed. We kept laughing when we tried to shove it back together for the party- we did a remarkable job, see if you can tell that it was in 4 pieces. Cailyn loved it and that was the point anyway. Right? Right! Cake is for eating! How's that for an epiphany?