Educational Choices

In a nutshell, it’s very possible both Foxx and Pingu may be attending a private school next year.

In details, it’s come to my attention that I am raising a very extroverted boy who is feeling just as stir-crazy as I am. Except he has a whole lot less ‘be calm, make it work for the greater good”. He also can’t call his buddies and talk on the phone for half an hour because, well, he doesn’t have that many buddies. He needs to make friends and my opportunities to socialize him where we are at in Hicksville are very limited.

Secondly, if he goes to school he will get daily access to large run-around time. While that’s easy for me to do in the nice spring and summer, it’s a lot harder in Oregon’s nine months of rain. He will also have access to music class. I have never learned music, and I want my kids to. I don’t feel confident teaching that.

Thirdly, it is possible Kronk may have fixed hours next year and be able to take the boys back and forth with him to school.We’re waiting to hear back on that. But since tuition would be free for the boys, we’re looking at it being rather easy to do.

Fourthly, DS has done so well at adapting to different learning techniques he’ll be very likely to thrive in a classroom environment. If it doesn’t work, we can always homeschool again. I can also do something called ‘afterschooling’ which is simply supplementing your child’s education after regular school hours with materials of your choosing to help fill in gaps or just give them a bit more of a challenge. According to the principal and the second-grade teacher, they do adjust materials for reading and math to whatever level the student is at.

So, we are going to try out being in school next week. As I have thought about this for the past three weeks or so I’ve had much turmoil in my heart. I really do enjoy schooling my kids. But I have to do what is best for them, and this sounds like it could work well for everyone in quite a few weeks. We’ll see. Nothing is set in stone yet. But it will likely be decided within the next two weeks.

Mayhem

There’s been so much going on every time I think I should blog I think about all the things I need to blog about and think, I don’t have time to write about that! But here it goes anyway, being organized by subject:

Knitting and Crocheting: This has been gift month, where lots of people have birthdays and mother’s day. I have knit a stuffed Dalek, a lovely shawl/cowl, and a couple of headbands. I’m getting discouraged at the whole Etsy shop thing. It seems most of my items just aren’t getting interest. People look but they don’t buy. I have sold items that kinda spring off of geeky type genres. A Zelda-inspired hat, a Robin Hood fox, a Tardis-inspired hat have all been bought, and the lady who bought the hats has commissioned me to make two more. So I’m getting the direct impression I should focus on geeky type knits. It still leaves me with the problem: what do I do with the perfectly nice things just sitting in my shop? I really enjoy making them, but it doesn’t look like people want to pay them for me. So yeah.

Birthday: I had my birthday and in the month leading up to it I had many reflections about how my life has gone in the 10 years since I’ve graduated high school. It really is amazing what all can change. In many ways, I wouldn’t have anticipated my life now. But most of it is pleasant surprises, and an outgrowing of who I was then.

Kiddos: Scooby has calmed down from his turbulent fit-throwing marathon. Eventually he realized that it wasn’t doing anything for him and he gave it up. Here’s hoping the same tactics work for Miss Drama Sweet Pea, who is acting like 3 going on 13 with enough attitude, whining, and fit-throwing to make me more than convinced that God gives us children to grow our patience and self-sacrifice as people. (Not that I had ever doubted!) Scooby is also talking quite a bit, much more than his siblings at 21/22 months. It’s very fun to hear his voice and his joy in being able to express himself. He also has wavy hair, now that he has enough hair to curl a bit:

Foxx has been bored and acting up. Luckily the weather has warmed up and we’ve spent hours outside every day. Still, being done with school has led to restlessness in Foxx’s spirit.

Pingu has been very, very excited to practice bike riding and tree climbing and other fun five year old stuff like digging up the lawn.

By the way, when you cut a five-year old’s hair, he looks older.

My camera has some new hacks to make picture taking better, thanks to a grant from the Caring Grandma foundation. I got a flash-bouncing mirror and a diffuser. The top left picture is with my camera’s unaltered flash. Top right is diffused. Bottom left is cool diffused, bottom right is warm diffused.

Here is my regular flash:

Here is the flash when bounced:

So, definitely worth it. It’s not powerful enough to take pictures farther away than the kids are here, but it greatly expands my indoor photography abilities for a much smaller sum than a whole new flash.

So, what’s been going on in your life lately? Enjoying the sunshine?

An Extrovert in an Introvert’s World

I’ve been frustrated with being a stay-at-home mom for two main reasons. Firstly, the stay at home part, and secondly, the home part. I am very extroverted and crave a lot more social interaction than I get. As for the home part-I just don’t like cooking and cleaning, and that is the vast majority of what I do. I’m trying out a new menu plan, but the bottom line is cooking something nice and decent makes an awful lot of dishes and I am always wiped out in the evenings. Which means cleaning is left for the morning. I have a puny kitchen and it takes about two pots and one meal of dishes to fill up the counters. I’m just sick of it. I am so grateful we have nutritious food and a wonderful home to live in. But it is so wearisome to spend the amount of time I do on it when I don’t enjoy it at all.

I also am an artist. I love creating with color. I love making pretty that way. Making a house clean may feel like making pretty to some, but it bores me senseless. Add to that and there are six people who make the house dirty, and only three of them can be trusted to do any sort of tidying, the rest have to be helped in their helping and make it so that the overall outcome is that it’s still just as much or more work. And then it gets dirty again so you have to do it all again tomorrow. There’s a pointless tediousness to it that drives my creative forces to despair.

The mom part of the deal is great! I love my kids and despite the daily frustrations of parenting, I honestly can say that being a wife and mom has been the best part of my life so far. It’s very personally satisfying and I love building relationships with my children. I think that it has eternal weight and value as well. I have a feeling when I get to heaven nobody will care how clean my floor was or how many meals I cooked from scratch vs. pulled from the freezer and popped in the oven, but my time with my children is investing in people.

The fact remains that having small children makes socialization very complicated. Well, if I had a social network going in my area before I had children all would probably be fine. But how do you get to know somebody when any time you spend with them you are distracted to bit with trying to make sure your children are behaving properly and interruptions are constant? Also, here in Hicksville, the only nightlife is in bars, and I have no desire to spend time there even now that I finally don’t have to concern myself with being home at bedtime to put the baby to sleep. I’m also just a bit too weird for most people I believe. I don’t look very nice to begin with, being overweight with acne and a tendency to dress a little bit hippy with secondhand clothing, and while I don’t want to spend time with people who are judgmental on appearances, it sure helps to not look like a weirdo when it comes to socializing.

To make the matter even more difficult, I am married to a strong introvert who is working in a position where he is constantly surrounded by people. It drains him and by the time he makes it home, socializing is just too much for him. His dream weekend is spending the time home in peace and quiet, where my dream weekend is going out and having fun. For him, being in a church were we aren’t close to anybody is wonderful, where it just feels wrong to me.

I suppose overall it’s been challenging and help grow me as a person, but overall, I have had a huge growing sense of frustration that something isn’t right.

What to do about it? Well, not much, unfortunately. Just wait and see what opportunities arise.

Crazy Week Again…

1. Easter-it was beautiful in many ways. I felt like I got to have very serious conversations with Foxx about it preceding it. In certain ways, having older kids really validates all the time you spend with them as small kids where you get no feedback whatsoever, just more demands. When you can communicate on a bit of a deeper level with your kids, you realize that your time invested is bearing fruit before your eyes, and your child is an incredible person that God is growing. Foxx had known that Jesus died for him. He didn’t know all the details of that fateful Friday evening. We read through a few children’s Bibles and talked about some very serious things, including how the death and resurrection fits with the bigger picture of the Bible.

2. The rest of Easter was beautiful too. We had clear skies, warm temperatures, and the love of family surrounding us. I shot some pictures but that will wait for a later post. The kids loved the egg hunt.

3. My dad helped me get the lawn mowed. The kids pitched in for tree trimming and branch dragging. Now we will no longer lose the children in the yard.

4. Bubbles are delightful. I maybe took 60 pictures in a row of bubbles alone. I will share some later.

5. I’m picking out curriculum for 2nd grade for Foxx and Kindy/1st combo for Pingu. I’m reading, reading, and looking. There’s a lot out there. I’m getting there, though!

6. Scooby won’t stop climbing, and saying now, and throwing fits. I keep calling him a two year old, but it will still be a good four months before he’s actually two.

7. I’m about to turn 28. I think I’ve used the last decade effectively. I graduated from high school and it’s been high adventures since. I am not a bored person. I made more people. I have learned many crappy things about myself and I’m working on them. I still feel like I’m figuring out what I’m supposed to be when I grow up, but I also feel much closer to the answer than I did when I thought I was gonna be an elementary school teacher. Sheesh, what did I know?

8. Wait a minute…I am an elementary school teacher. I think God is snickering at me. I just don’t have a salary or alone time or a teacher’s lounge or an end of shift. But I am the boss of the whole deal so no complaining here.

9. I think a month ago I was seriously considering putting the kids in out-of-home school. But some reflection since then has made me consider that this year has really been rather spectacular in many ways, and I want to make next year better. And after I read that again, I am further convinced that I must be crazy.

10. I haven’t been knitting this week. Easter and research and now I’m reading a book with Kronk that will probably change our lives and we’ll go be missionaries in a Latin American place few have heard of. Or something. I’ll keep ya posted.

Crazy Week!

Well, the vacation we took was plenty of activity.

But when we got home we decided that since Scooby could shimmy out of his crib anytime he pleased but could not get back in and kept falling asleep on his chair or his brother’s bed, it was time for Scooby to move up in the world. And instead of buying yet another toddler bed, we decided to move Pingu’s race car bed down to Scooby and get a big boy bed for Pingu.

My husband went to borrow a mattress for a termporary solution on Thursday. Three minutes after he drove away from the house, Foxx decided to hang off of a water pipe in our hot water heater cupboard. I suddenly heard spraying water and Foxx saying, “Mommy, come here! It’s an emergency!”

I came to the kitchen to find water spraying everywhere. First I was trying to figure out what the boy had done exactly. He was panicking and just said he had pulled on the pipe. I tried to turn a valve I saw but nothing happened. I tried calling Kronk, but he hadn’t brought his phone with him. I then noticed the water was spraying the water heater timer and I got concerned about the wires. Trying to keep the frightened children out of the kitchen and away from the fountain was rough, as they were very curious about it and wanting to be near me, but I was worried about electrocution.

I called my dad real quick, gave him the low-down, asked where I turned the water off, hung up, and flipped the power breaker. Shutting down the power didn’t seem to effect the water so I needed to get to the pump house. The trouble was, the kids had locked it a month ago so when I ran to open it, nothing budged. I may have said some very colorful language at this point. Then I ran back inside to grope around in the dark in the bookshelves we’d moved to Pingu’s room half a year ago. I found one key and ran out and tried it. Fail. I ran back in and finally found a key with a tag on it labeled, “Well house”. I unlocked the well house and switched off the pump.

That finally worked. I went back inside to an inch of water in the kitchen. I started to gather towels. I sent Foxx to his room to possibly live there forever. My dad showed up and we cleaned and he accessed the situation. The pipe was broken. Kronk came home and was rather shocked at what he’d found considering he’d been gone from the house for a total of fourteen minutes.

At this point it was about five o clock. I called the hardware store and found out they’d be open until seven. (Ahh, the joys of rural living.) We went down there ad grabbed some parts. When we got back we found out we needed different parts. When we got back to the hardware store we figured out what we needed but before we could gather all the parts they had us leave because it was ten past seven.

The next morning my dad went to the hardware store and got the necessary parts and then played plumber. We got it all fixed and then had to wait for the glue to dry, so Kronk took off on bed-acquiring mission, stopping at thrift shops and Walmart and all sorts of places all over Lebanon and Albany. While he was gone I was finally able to turn the water back on. Everything worked, nothing leaked.

When Kronk came home we set about bed assembly, for we’d decided on bunk beds that could split into two twin beds for maximum customizability for our ever-changing needs with the little people. Scooby was moved into Foxx’s room so we could keep the raging toddler away from our books. Pingu would now occupy the library alone. We only set up one of beds for now.

Yesterday was lots of tidying up, moving dressers around, and moving the kid’s books into Pingu’s room. I wanted to catch up on laundry, but another thing that happened this week was the load sensor on our washing machine conked out again, so we have to manually override the sensor now when we do laundry. I was very thankful that after this happened the first time Kronk decided to buy the extended warranty. At least that can be fixed for free on Wednesday.

Scooby has been so excited to be out of a crib that he now takes forever to fall asleep for nap and for bedtime. So he’s been sleep-deprived and it’s brought out a lot of fits being thrown. I think we’ve ended our happy early toddlerhood and we’re in the asserting-independence stage. Hang on to ya coffee.

So we survived spring break, and now my last baby is in a toddler bed, my second baby is in a huge twin bed, and I finished up my elf hat. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the post but here it is with Mr. Foxx, who made the hardware store a lot of money this week:

Vacation of Awesome Day 4: The High Desert Museum

Day 4: Our final day, and an awesome day. We had heard the raves about the High Desert Museum. So we went. The timing was actually perfect because this was spring break weak. They were doing lots of kid-friendly activities. They are very kid-friendly to begin with, so it was just awesome.

I don’t have many good pictures from the museum. They had a ton of awesome exhibits, but most of the time I was chasing down children who wanted to glance at the history and move on to something else. Also, it was inside with poor lighting. The Nez Pierce display was something so huge, detailed, informative, and culturally rich I could have lingered for a couple hours. The museum is a collection of the history, the geography, and the wildlife of the Bend area and wow, was there a ton of interesting stuff. Bottom line is, next year we’re doing a history study of the area and then going so the kids will be more interested in the displays and understand what they are all about!

They had awesome antique modes of transportation. Different types of wagons, a stage coach, two different covered wagons, a Model T Ford, and an old Fire Service Truck.

I was a bit geeked out to see a Model T in person. I think the homeschooling history nerd is beginning to grow in me.

The detail work on this chuck wagon scene was incredible!

I think part of the reason history is interesting is because of our cultural connections to it. I’ve seen hundreds of books, movies, and plays regarding the pioneer time of our country, but my children haven’t yet because they are still young. They will find these things more interesting as they learn more. For instance, I see this stage coach and I think of the movie Holes, and Dr. Quinn, Medicine Women, and the Wild, Wild, West. Foxx saw the stagecoach and he thinks, wow, it’s dusty.

But enough of the stuff only the adults were interested in. There was plenty of stuff the kids loved. They had both an indoor play place and an outdoor play place.

Kronk says Scooby, who spent most of the time trying to run away from us or strapped into the carrier on my back, found his home and joy with this slide, and easily went down at least 40 or 50 times without stopping.

They petted a few tortoises and snakes. Nope, that’s not my kid. He was cute, though. Scooby didn’t know what to do with the tortoise. I tried to have him pet it, but he refused. Then I tried to take him away from the tortoise, then he freaked out (this was during his normal nap time. Scooby had the downhill advantage on the cranky train).

The museum had an incredible reptile and amphibian section. Two different kinds of chameleons, snakes galore, lizards, gila monster, rattles snakes, geckos, you name it. I found out that geckos have thousands of gripping hairs on their little toes. I have a new-found, deep respect for the awesome gecko. I may have to knit or crochet one.

They had an entire section dedicated to mining. They had a huge life-sized mine replica you could walk through, complete with mining cars filled with real rocks and flickering lanterns. You could pan for gold, then take your gold to an old-west styled town, go to the bank, and cash in your gold (you had to pay for this process and I’d left my wallet in the car. So next time we’ll do that!). They had several walk-in cabins that showed what people’s houses looked like, what kind of every day items they used. They had had similar things in the Nez Pierce and pioneer section as well!

Not only that, they had a huge outdoor section. This included an real-sized ranch that had actors dressed up and acting like it was 1904. You could ask them questions about their ranch, what was going on in the community and country, and see their surroundings. It was very detailed and we missed most of this part because the boys found something wonderful. They had a garden one woman was working on tilling, and she had a whole stack of tools and she let the kids use them to help till the garden. Foxx and Pingu did this happily for twenty minutes until Kronk called me to meet up again. We meant to go back and check out the rest of the ranch but the kids ran out of steam.

There was a whole Birds of Prey section. They had bald eagles, four or five different types of owls, a golden eagle, a redtail hawk, a skunk and a porcupine and a few other things I’ve forgotten.

This redtail hawk was new. He’d been injured and was unable to return to the wild. There was a sign urging against fast movements and sudden noises. He kept a wary eye on the visitors and kept puffing up his feathers threateningly.

And bestly, so wonderfully, and perfectly, they had a river otter. His name was Thomas and he was rather old for an otter, fifteen years. The first time we stopped by he was napping but I came back later and was rewarded with the wonderful nonstop energy of the river otter.

They look so funny running on land. They have these long bodies so when they run their middle humps up. It’s delightful.

Why, yes, this is quite a few otter pictures! In fact, there are more pictures of Thomas than anybody I went on vacation with. That’s because I live with everybody else, but I’ll probably have to wait a year or more to see Thomas again. And he’s pretty awesome.

I also have a hard time getting over how freakin cute their noses are.

River otters will always be my favorite animal. They are so adorable, playful, and they move like poetry in the water. I didn’t even try to get an underwater picture, however. The lighting just makes for blurriness.

I want a couple for pets. The lady said that they were aggressive, but I’m ok with that. I don’t need to cuddle that much. I just want to watch them play.

The kids were worn out, hungry, and it was time to go. We didn’t see everything, and what we did see was rather skimmed in bits, but overall, the kids loved it and we loved it. We’re totally going back! The admission was totally decent too. $6.50 for adults, $4.50 for kids 5 and up, and 4 and under free.

Our trip home was blissedly uneventful as Scooby finally got his nap. We got back home and have been vegging and unpacking in spurts. That’s the most blogging I’ve ever done in a day with a ton of pictures and wow! Thanks for reading. What have you been up to this week?

Vacation of Awesomeness: Day 3: Swimming, Applebees, Knitting

On Day 3, as the title implies, we went swimming.

But I didn’t take my camera because I needed both hands free for swimming and keeping Scooby alive. So no pictures. But I will say the resort had a lovely kiddie pool that was a foot and a half deep and Scooby very happily played in the water nonstop for an hour. Foxx and Pingu and Sweet Pea, equipped with floaties, went to the big pool with Kronk and sometimes came back and swam in the kiddie pool as well. Kronk and I swapped off turns in the hot tub, which was outside. When I was out there icy rain fell. That was interesting.

Foxx had a reaction to the chlorine and started feeling nauseated and having coughing fits. So after a bad cough he started freaking out and crying. We evacuated the forces. I got to deal with a toddler and a three year old in a ladies changing room. Toddlers + nude changing people = trouble.

We went back to our room so Scooby could nap. I ran the van down to Sisters with Sweet Pea and Pingu to go to the yarn store.

Do yourself a favor and never, ever, ever take a three year old in a yarn store. It’s no fun at all.

I did not take my camera to the yarn store. So no pictures of that either.

After we returned from the yarn store we saw Kronk with Scooby and Foxx having a walk. They hopped in the car and we went to eat at Applebees, which had a .99 kid meal night. It was fabulous. But I didn’t bring my camera. So no pictures of Applebees either.

Since this was a photoless day, I will show you pictures of all the knitting I finished up on vacation. Kronk was a sexy, sexy man and drove the entire time so I could bust out a great amount of knitting. Maybe that doesn’t seem sexy to you, but if it does, you’re probably a knitter or you could be. Driving bothers knitters because it’s time wasted just sitting. I mean, technically, you do get somewhere, but if the driving could be done by somebody else, then you could be getting something done! So when somebody else is driving, it’s a treat.

My Happiness Peace Rainbow Unicorn Bandana:

My elf hat (still not all the way done, but very close (this thing has been such a yarn pig! At least 250 yards!)

And my very very favorite, such a darling perfect thing to knit I whipped it out in less than 24 hours, a headscarf, for me to keep, in perfectly wonderful Malabrigo Arroyo.

I lurve all the colors. The yarn is so delightfully soft, with sheen, and the colors remind me of a splendid sunset burning late in the sky.

I had to knit myself a bandana, because, well, winter is over. My hat is gonna sit unworn until fall. Secondly, I got the yarn and it was calling my name like Adele sings a breakup song. “Set FIYAAAAA to the RAIN!!!!”

And something I really need to list in the shop. I finished this a long time ago but since it got its picture taken with everything else it’s going in this post as well. The flower is removable. It’s adorable. This is a women’s size, I’m going to make them for girls as well.

So, Day 3 was mostly relaxing. Next up, Day 4, our final day, on which we experienced the awesomeness of the High Desert Museum.

Vacation of Awesomeness: Day Two. The Petersen Rock Gardens and Metolius River

Like I said in my last post, Scooby woke up the family at 6:45. I took the early morning shift and made pancakes. One thing we love about our timeshare is that all the resort rooms have full kitchens. We can eat much cheaper when we make our own food.

After we all were fed, awake, and mostly ready for life, we got the kids ready for someplace  we’d never been, the Petersen Rock Gardens. The place was a mixed experience.

The good: Amazing rock structures, house sculptures, and a huge three-dimensional experience. The kids loved it and it sparked their imagination. Beautiful peacocks strutted around.

The ugly: From the people we’ve talked to, the Peterson Rock Garden in the past was wonderful, maintained, with ponds and flowers and beauty in every corner. However, the people who run the place now have let the beauty whither away, no longer keep any water in the ponds, and have piles of trash everywhere. (Not sure about flowers, it’s still winter in Bend, but I didn’t see much turned soil I’m assuming there aren’t many flowers left either). They are not using the admission to take care of the place. With a bit of elbow grease, the Gardens could be much nicer and totally worth the admission price.  The people who lived on the property kept pugs in a building, and from the looks of it, they just keep all the dogs locked up there to breed them. One got out while we were finishing up lunch and it aggressively chased Pingu around until I yelled at it to go lay down. It stopped but didn’t budge until a teenage guy came out and said the dog wasn’t used to people yet.

The admission was 4.50 for adults, $1 for kids 6 and up, and under 6 for free.

However, the incredible rock structures were a sight to behold. It was astonishingly obvious that somebody put hundreds or thousands of hours of work into each one. The creativity and dedication outshines the rubble about the place. About the water, it could just be that the weather or water prices combined with the downtrodden economy had left the family unable to afford to keep the ponds. But I’ll let the pictures show you. The weather was perfect on the day we went.

Detail of other side of above castle:

One gal, about eleven years old, was leading her retired horse around. She let Sweet Pea sit on her. She said the horse was 45 years old and used to win prizes barrel racing at rodeos, but now led a nice and quiet life.

Foxx was a knight protecting his castle from the strange woman with the odd shiny black thing pointed at him.

This fella was hanging about as we were eating lunch, hoping for a handout. Unfortunately for him the children were ravenous and not interested in sharing their PBJs and almonds.

The details were so amazing. I’ve always loved rocks, so I delighted in seeing some of my favorites like obsidian and thundereggs. The thundereggs around what used to be a fountain were gorgeous.

And the inlays of this table:

There were bridges (Pingu totally blends in with the rocks in this picture):

The Statue of Liberty. The inscription in front says, “Enjoy Yourself. It is Later Than You Think”. I was really pondering this for a while. I found out from this webpage the quote is from the creator, Rasmus Petersen.

Chasing Scooby (we actually spent most of vacation chasing Scooby. He has hit that stage that is independent, pushing limits, running, destroying, and passionate.)

I would like my house to look just like this. I just want it a bit bigger.

More details (that’s glass on top)

This would be a splendid lakeside villa, except the lake done dried up.

The right side of the picture shows some of the weird stuff laying around. It also shows that the castle is bigger than an SUV and all made of rocks smaller than your hand.

There was a museum with hundreds of wonderful rocks and information that I didn’t get to read due to chasing toddlers and preschoolers away from things they shouldn’t touch.

I did get a shot of this quartz, though.

Sweet Pea is thinking, “This would make a dollhouse my brothers couldn’t destroy! Perfect!”

Later that evening, we took the kids on a hike on the resort property. The Metolius River is so beautiful in the High Desert Way. I would love to come back in spring and see what greenery springs from the earth. The hike was just long enough for us. Much longer the littlest ones would have been tired and cranky.

On the golf course, ready to head down to the river. Foxx has the special collecting bucket.

Pingu was being a ferocious cave dinosaur.

There were several red winged blackbirds singing beautifully by the river. We loved listening to them as we hiked.

The special collecting bucket caused the boys to want to look at every rock they passed to find special ones. They also collected twigs, sticks, and a few feathers.

It was nice because instead of telling them to slow down and wait for us, they meandered along and paid attention to their surroundings. Sweet Pea took over the alpha role and plunged ahead on the trail several times.

Having a break, waiting for the boys to catch up:

The only proof I was present on vacation:

Wait!!! Did I miss a rock?

Wait! Don’t go in the river, Scooby!

So, overall, the trip was beautiful. I tried to have the boys make observations about how the bushes and trees looked different than our Willamette Valley bushes and trees, but they were rather busy rock collecting. I think they noticed plenty already. I was just trying to do the good Charlotte Mason homeschooling mom thing.

Next post will be Day 3 and 4, the High Desert Museum, the grande finale of the trip.

Vacation of Awesomeness: Day 1

We just got back from vacation and everything went excellent. There were a few hitches here and there, but overall, we had excellent weather, got to explore the Redmond/Bend area, got to relax and sleep, and I got a ton of knitting done. The only thing we wish had happened differently is staying longer, but we will fix that for next year.

Day One:

Packing: WOW! Older kids can kinda pack themselves. I just checked their bags, told them to put a couple things back and grab a couple more of something else. Wow. I like it!

Two hours to Bend: Scooby felt carsick (I think) on the mountain passes, but after we got to the flatter areas he was fine. The other kids enjoyed listening to a Magic Tree House book read on tape.

We check in and enjoy the luxurious surroundings and scheme as to how we can live there year round. Scooby the toddler terrorist decided he needed to enforce his reign over his new surrounding by going for everything breakable or shock-risk in sight. Lamps, alarm clocks, drawers with knives, opening the door to get out (which had no deadbolt). I spent a good deal of the time just following him around and saving the surroundings from his rampaging curiosity. We took advantage of the gigantic jetted tub to do a kid bubble bath.

Wow! The high desert feels so incredibly dry! We live in the wetlands of the west, the Williamette Valley, and I felt like my skin was dried out the whole time I was there. Good thing I had some good lotion and chapstick with me.

Little children have a hard time falling asleep in strange places. The smaller they are, the harder it is. It took them three hours to fall asleep the first night. Scooby discovered he could hop out of his playpen with ease so much time was spent sticking him back in, then sticking him back in again, and so forth.

After all the children were in bed, we caught a bit of a break. But only a bit, because Scooby woke up at 6.45, swooped out of his playpen and woke up all his siblings.

Kyle grilling some chicken. This is usually what I look like when I cook (well, not the beard thing, but the one-kid-on-the-hip-and-one-underfoot thing.)

Day 2 coming up next, in which we explore fantastic rock sculptures at Petersen Rock Gardens and hike by the Metolius River!

WIP Pile

A WIP is a work in progress. And knitters have this habit of having a few.

Here is my active pile of things I’m working on:. There are more in the drawer of things I’ve been working on for a while, but haven’t picked up in a good deal of time.

The bright rainbow bit in the middle-it’s so happy. I can’t stop hooking it. (It’s the crochet piece in the bunch. It was supposed to be a hair kercheif but part of me wants to go on making it bigger and making it a shawl. I can’t decide.

The itty bitty egg thing with a yellow head-that’s an Easter decoration and it needs a shell hat and a chick face.

The brown fuzzy thing on the right-that’s going to be a ruffle scarf. The yarn is so brown and fuzzy and soft I am calling it teddy bear yarn. It does not look ruffled on the needles now because you knit it from the straight edge outward. Once you cast off, the ruffle sproings and twirls as ruffly as you can imagine. It’s a whole lot of fabulous. I’m going to edge it in a lovely Carribean blue. The last row has nearly 900 stitches. It can take a very, very long time to cast off.

The green bit in the middle is a cabled elf hat, my tribute to Zelda and it’s been lovely to invent. It should be big, a bit slouchy and pointy when I’m done.

The two bags and the bowl on top are used to hold the projects when not in use and the yarn when I’m working on them. Knitting out of a bowl is particularly fun because yarn is yummy and needles feel like chopsticks.