Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Care to Make a Prediction?

I have predicted a few things correctly in my life.  I predicted that my first child would be a boy.  I was 100 percent correct on that one.  I am not however still 100 percent on "child predicting."  I predicted that each and every child I had since then would also be  a son.  As you probably know, my next four children were daughters.  I got to be 100 percent correct for 19 months, and then my percentage went down and down from there. 

So, while I have predicted a few things correctly, I have predicted MANY things incorrectly. 

I have an example, in this post about Mother's Day weekend.   I stated that Ally's mission papers had been turned in.  I said that I predicted that her call would come in closer to three weeks than six weeks.   My poor prediction record stands.

I have it on pretty good authority that the call will be arriving soon now.  I have told Ally that I predict that she will go to Georgia. 

Jeff has made a list of guesses which goes as follows:

1.  Montana
2.  The Dakotas
3.  Toronto
4.  The Czech Republic

Kaitie says Ireland.

Emilee says Italy or India.

Riley says Florida.

Care to make a prediction here? Ally says we should give a prize for whoever guesses the closest. There you have it. I don't know what the prize is, but she says we should have one and so we will.

Don't take too long to think about it. Ally thinks it may even arrive tomorrow.

Friday, August 27, 2010

A Month Ago....

A month ago today we left for church camp. How a month has flown by already, I will never know. When I got back, I wrote here that after I caught up on sleep and laundry, I would share a little about the experience. If I really wait until I am caught up on laundry, it will be quite a wait yet....

Camp was short this year, just Tuesday to Friday. We packed a lot into those days!
First of all, the theme for the whole camp was "Survivor." Our scripture was Joshua 1:9: Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.

Each group was to bring a totem pole.  Ours was GREAT, thanks to a very creative father of one of our girls. 

Speaking of creative, I owe so much of this year's camp success to the other adult leader of our little group. Megan is amazing!   Here she is, with her cute daughter.  (I wish this picture wasn't blurry.  Just pretend it is supposed to be that way, for effect....) 

The minute we arrived at camp, and needed to unload our things, the rain poured out quite a greeting.  Startling thunder and lightning moved us along pretty quickly.  I thought the girls, in their squishy wet shoes might get discouraged.  Do they look upset to you? 

A thing that struck me this year, was the togetherness we enjoyed at camp.  We had our little group of eight girls and two leaders among many other girls and leaders.  While we enjoyed friendship and activities with the other campers, our group really bonded.

With our Survivor theme, we chose the silly name, "Janes of the Jungle," for our group.  These pink Jane shirts really stood out.  I love them.  I love how they look on film!  Right here, the girls were on their way to breakfast.  They hadn't been up long.  What are the chances that eight sleepy girls are going to breakfast, and there is not a cranky face in the bunch? 

And this is a post hike picture.  Again with the cheerfulness....I'm telling you this group was so awesome.

I guess this is the only picture I have where someone looks upset.  They had a very good reason.  They walked into camp in the middle of something very frightening.   For some reason, Megan asked me if I remembered the show, "Sigmund the Sea Monster."  I replied by singing, "Sigmund the sea monster, and Johnny and Scott are friends." 

This led to talking about the show, "H R Puffnstuff."  Did I spell that right?  I will never know.  But did I sing it right?  I assure you, I did.  I started singing, "Once upon a summertime, just a dream from yesterday...."   I kept singing, although it was hard because Megan and I were laughing so hysterically.  Girls were staring at us, as if we were out of our right minds.  There was some sleep deprivation involved.  So, in the middle of all this, our two daughters walked up and they were horrified.   I told them I would stop singing, if I could take a picture of their distress.  I didn't get to sing about the part where Puff arrived and saved the day.....

Our girls ate together....

I couldn't even get a cranky picture when they had to take their turn doing chores!

We had fun on skit night. We performed our own, "The Legend of Word of Wisdom Island."

Fun stuff!

Here they are enjoying a little hike together.  I stayed behind to take this picture.  Yeah, that's why I was so far behind.  I like that version of the story, and think I will keep to it....

Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Last Pair

So, in the last post, you could see that Riley had her ears pierced. That was the day after her eighth birthday. I let my girls choose to get them done if they want to, when they are eight. Ally waited until she was eleven. Kaitie, Emilee and Riley were more anxious to get to it.

Another thing my kids start when they turn eight is piano lessons. This one is not a choice. I insist on years of piano. Their other instruments and activities are up to them to choose.

So, I was planning to take a picture of Riley when she was on her way to her first piano lesson. She was cute with her armload of pink piano books. Well, she cried in the car. She was not crying about piano lessons. She was anxious to go.  She was being dramatic about another matter. I decided not to take a picture.

Well, Riley and Emilee ended up knocking on the door for an extra minute, and I took this picture out the car window.

And then I cried. 

My emotions took me by surprise, but I suddenly had so many memories. I remembered seeing Ryan and Ally knock on this door.  Then Ally and Kaitie were the ones.  Most recently it was Kaitie and Emilee who went to lessons together.  Now it is Emilee and Riley.  It occurred to me, as if for the first time, that Riley is the last one.

My tears were not only for the fact that my baby is growing up.  Believe it or not, they were also tears of gratitude.  Those insisted-upon piano lessons were not generally easy.  My kids did not always knock on that door in a great mood.  It was like much of life, that is difficult and yet worth it.  What the kids did not enjoy when they were younger, they have thanked me for as they have grown up.  What mom would not be grateful for that?  

(I am also grateful for their good teacher who has dealt with us for all these years!)

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

One Tiny Difference...

I haven't posted lately. I can't seem to find the rhythm yet to this new school year.

I think I will catch up by doing a little series of mini posts. They won't be chronological even, just a product of my current mood....

So these "before and after" pictures are of Riley from Saturday:



Just one tiny difference.......do you see it?

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The Last First Day

Kaitie was very excited to tell me that today was her last "first day." She is a senior. Oh, she'll have more first days alright, but I probably won't be there to take her picture at the door. I told her that I would certainly guilt her into taking pictures and sending them to me. It is sure a strange thought, and not a very happy one.

Today is  HUGE first day for Emilee.  It is her first day of high school.  Every year it seems like one of the kids is more stressed than the others.  This year it is Emilee.  She is the one starting a new school.  (Kaitie and Riley are each in the fourth year of going to the same school.)  I think she will like it.  I can't wait to find out!

Yesterday Riley started third grade.  We went early to meet the teacher, as we were out of town for the open house on Friday.  Riley wasn't very worried about missing the open house.  She told me that she knew where all the third grade classes were.  She said, "I don't know where all the fifth grade classes are, but I don't need to know that until fourth grade."

Riley and I saw lots of people we knew.  We hugged her teacher from last year.  We found her desk, and then met her teacher.  When I said, "Are you ready for me to leave now?"  she didn't hesitate much.  If we hadn't missed the open house, I don't think I would have had to go in at all.  She came home exhausted, but happy.

I hope Emilee comes home that way today.  I am guessing she will.