Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Just breathing a giant sigh of relief that my medical tests are finally finished  - for now.

Now just wondering how I will get through the next couple of weeks - especially when I am supposed to be dancing for a few hours a day.

Yikes.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

drama

Friday at noon is the big show. 
Every summer we all spend two weeks working/learning at we have always affectionately dubbed "camp Liz."

As I overheard Kooka telling her friends the other day, "It is a camp that my mom helped set up, and she gets to work with some of her best friends, and it it really fun for everybody."

True.

But I won't give much more than that away - except to say this:
Kooka has a role that she has been dying to play since she was 4 years old. She speaks with a French accent, and has a little singing solo.

If you need more info than that, you'll just have to come see for yourself.

Friday, June 18, 2010

if

If you know our children at all - or even if you've read enough about them, I do not even need to tell you who asked what as a gigantic storm rolled through last night.

"Mom - are we going to live?"

followed immediately by:

"Mom - do we have insurance?"

Ironically Rico and I had the exact same conversation an hour before - no need to ask who said what then either.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

name game

If you read the earlier post about stroller shopping, you will know why I am reluctant to even ask for anyone's opinion on the subject.

Rico has had 8 months to consider this, and still isn't sure we have anything "just right."  And call me crazy, but I was just thinking how nice it would be if the child could actually have a name on her Kindergarten diploma - so I'm asking for input.

Anyhow - not that we totally trust our facebook friends to name our baby girl, but seeing as how I held a contest and wagered a fourth grader 20 bucks to help name my firstborn - I figured our youngest should have the same advantages in life.

Vote.
Please.
I am not kidding when I tell you, that in our family discussions, the names Ichabod, Spot, and Mittens have been mentioned out loud.  This baby needs your help.

eleven


Peter Pan is growing up - and he's not too happy about it.  So to soften the blow, we took him and his sister along with 8 buddies to Brunswick Zone for pizza, laser tag and a few video games.

(Feel free to admire the cake - it only took me two days, half a bottle of cococnut extract, three pans, half a pound of fondant, 6 cups of sugar, and god knows how much coconut filling to make. Not that I'm keeping track or anything - A kid only turns eleven once - and this kid is soooooo worth it.)

Everybody had a great time.  Punk loved having his far-away friends come back to help him celebrate, and was so happy that buddies he made at both schools seemed to get along so well.  His favorite gift (by far) was the real-live venus fly-trap that his Rochester friends brought him. 

He had a sleepover at his dad's house afterward - where rumor has it, he stayed up until 4 am.  ( I am sure it had nothing to do with the six cups of sugar on top of that cake.)



 We celebrated his real birthday later that weekend - where he also received a trip to the Mall of America with his sister.

Now only a few more weeks until we celebrate another birthday . . . at least I don't have to make a cake for this one.


Saturday, June 12, 2010

holla

I hope I am not contributing to the celebration of unnecessary milestones by mentioning that Punk was presented with the Award for Academic Excellence yesterday.  Granted he only takes a few classes at the elementary school - but still - not many kids got it, and he's been sporting that little gold pin for two days straight.

Apparently, his homeschool adventures and quick wit have served him well. 

So here is a shout out to Punk - who after a laser tag/slumber party last night - is enjoying his first day of summer, and his final day of being 10.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

celebrating mediocrity

Punk attends elementary school in the morning.  This way he gets to hit the gym, the art studio, the music room, and Mrs. Z's absolutely wonderful language arts class.  We are not the kind of homeschoolers who eschew the public system - ours happens to be a good one as far as they go - Punk just needs more.

So, as part of the 5th grade class, Punk was asked to participate in elementary school "graduation" today.  Bearing in mind, that my fifth grade "graduation"  consisted of cleaning out my desk with commercial grade 409, watching the librarian inspect all of my textbooks for microscopic scratches, and acquiring a small case of mesothelioma from banging 12 erasers - this whole ceremony was a new experience for me.

I love that the school recognizes the transition these kids are making - it's important.  However . . .  I'm not sure that finishing less than half of your state mandated education is worthy of the rumpus that some people make over it.  For example:

Eleven year old Allie was wearing a corsage - like it was prom.  Either Allie has a really rich boyfriend, or parents who are overly impressed with her ability to find all 7 continents on a map.

When Ashlee was called to the stage, there was much hootin and hollerin - as though she'd just won the Miss Cheese Curd Crown or some such redneck title.

When poor Luke crossed the stage (and having volunteered in the Punk's class, I am familiar with this child - a perfectly capable kid with no disabilities that would make this next statement necessary)  - these words rang out through the crowd.  "Yeahhhh!!! Luke!!! Way to go!  You MADE it!"

He MADE it?!  Like there was a doubt that this poor kid might not be able to handle making change and using a ruler?  Was somebody in this dude's family actually concerned that the kid was incapable of getting at least a 70% in 5th grade spelling?  And how does this bode for Luke's future?  Is this the pinacle?  I mean, if he MADE it, what more can there be?  Is it possible that in the 80 some years of life left for this guy,  that he's peaked already?

According to Punk, it is a good thing that tomorrow is the last day of elementary school, because Luke "will never be able to show his face in that school again."

Monday, June 7, 2010

eight



I am not sure how this happened, but somewhere over the weekend, Kooka turned eight.  Eight you hear?  EIGHT!!

Not sure what I expected, but certainly not this.  In the past year, she has started writing cursive, lost her top two teeth,  started devouring 200 page books, baking on her own, and driving.  OK - I made the last part up, but still . . .

To celebrate, she invited a few friends over for a Spa and Sleepover party.  There were healthy appetizers, yoga stretches, partner massages, manicures, makeovers, chocolate fondue, a chick flick, and so much giggling that I did occasionally have to be that mom, and tell them to pipe down.

We celebrated her real birthday as a family the next day.  It was a bit more subdued.  A short nap, a special lunch out with her dad.  Her dream dinner (steak, mashed potatoes, mac&cheese, and raspberry cheesecake), followed by presents before bed (a pixos kit from punk, calligraphy pens and a science kit from Rico and I, and a gift certificate to go to the mall).  She was a pretty happy girl.

But right before bed, when I interviewed her about being 7 - she admitted, that her saddest moments as a 7 year-old, were realizing that she would be 8 - because she really does not want to grow up.  However, she did reach the conclusion that she "must have a pretty good life, if I want it to stay like this forever."