tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86975914638179751742023-11-16T05:45:35.880-08:00Scriberson 365Learning photography and capturing our lives one day and one picture at a time.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.comBlogger585125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-40513318106850454132014-02-12T12:13:00.000-08:002014-02-12T12:13:03.009-08:002014 Week 5: Jan 29-Feb 4<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 29: Doing homework, fascinated by the candle. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feb 1: Miss E and her bestie. These girls went to school only for K and 1st grade and in K they weren't really friends. After 1st grade her friend moved to a different school and I thought the friendship might peter out. Boy was I wrong! These girls are like sisters. They want to play nearly every weekend, they take gymnastics together and, now that they both have iPods, they message and FaceTime each other. It's been so great to see Miss E make new friendships at her school and continue this one. In middle school the girls will go to the same school again and I'm hoping their friendship just continues to grow. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feb 2: Migraine Sunday. Spent the day being miserable (with a cat on my lap) and watching the kids play Mario Kart. One of the great things about getting video games from the library is that I don't have to worry about the kids binge playing them or setting limits or anything. We have a week or so to play as much as we want and then back to the library they go. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feb 3: New dog bed. If you can believe it she had to be coaxed onto this bed. COAXED. Apparently, she has taken to it though. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feb. 4: Surgery waiting room. Today is what while hopefully be my mom's last surgery (her 4th in a year) and this is a BIG one. Maybe bigger than any of the others. I'm nervous and we spent a very long time waiting here for her. I kept sneaking peeks at everyone else in here wondering who they were waiting for and what surgery their loved ones was having. Some people were tense and worried, some were happy and chatty, the girl next to me had cupcakes - cupcakes! I spent a good hour or so trying to figure out what type of surgery would be celebrated with cupcakes and if they were going to stand around the person who had it done and eat the cupcakes (because I'm pretty sure you can't have cupcakes as you come out of anesthesia), or if they were going to eat them someplace else in the hospital? I don't know. It seemed weird to me, but was a good distraction. </td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-88831098443830302092014-02-12T11:49:00.002-08:002014-02-12T11:49:41.391-08:002014 Week 4: Jan 22-28<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 22: A month or so ago I was tasked with redecorating the waiting room of our office. Then management changed, Christmas happened and I thought the project was scrapped. Until this week, when I was told to finish it by the end of the week. Spent all day shopping and trying to put something good looking together on a shoestring budget. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 23: Done! Furniture set up and put together. Office waiting room done and I've fallen in love with this yoga frog. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 24: A rare day of sun in January! Mr. T was tree climbing in his Jedi robe - of course. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 25: Miss E went to a friend's birthday party at a farm. There were horses involved. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 26: New contraption: cat leash/lasso. He is the world's most tolerant cat but was unamused. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 27: Sitting next to him reading our books at night I think I'll never tire of looking at the curve of his neck, his eye lashes, his cheeks and his ears. This mama love is so incredibly overwhelming and whole. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 28: Boy scouts Pinewood derby! Mr. T just joined and this was his first big troop event. His car took 11th out of 50 and he was so so proud. </td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-36779768391546475072014-01-27T17:22:00.001-08:002014-01-27T17:22:31.993-08:002014 Week 3: Jan 15-21<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 16: Peter's drink shelf. You know those things that your spouse does that kind of drive you crazy but not really because it's their house too and you can't be too picky? This. Frequently I will get up to fix breakfast on a day Peter works and look up at the kitchen window to see his drinks from the day before sitting there. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 18: We haven't been on a vacation in awhile and as a family we REALLY needed to get away. Over MLK weekend we headed to Seattle to stay with some friends and do some tourist things. The first night we stayed with our friends who live a little outside Seattle. They are out of the city and have a house where the kids can run free through a forest and through all the neighbors yards only coming in a dinner time. Kind of like the childhood our parents had. We went on a little hike with them too, I like to call this shot "Dad Life".</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 19: Said goodbye to our friends and headed in to the city! This was such a fun day. Started at the EMP (experience music project) which was super cool, (insert child and thus parent meltdown here), checked into our hotel, went back to the EMP and then down to Pike's for dinner. The place we were going to eat was closing up so we asked one of the employes for a recommendation. He led us to this kind - of divvy but oh so delicious fish and chips place where everyone was watching the game (Go Seahawks!). After dinner we went swimming at the hotel and then ate cupcakes in bed while watching the Hobbit. I was a happy lady.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 20: Started out today at the Aquarium and then the Space Needle for lunch. I have never eaten up there but we wanted to make it special for the kids so decided to spend some xmas money and splurge for the meal up there. The sun was shining like nobody's business and we were all so happy to be up there. Peter and I toasted each other over our wine/beer to a *mostly* successful family vacation and really, if there aren't a few melt down or "moments" then it's not really a family vacation is it? This was a good one though, a really good one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 21: I like to call this one "picky princess dog". This is actually our 2nd (3rd?) replacement dog bed. She did not like the others and had to be coaxed onto this one but she has since decided that it's OK and she will deign to rest her princess bones on it. </td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-4885287362239219922014-01-26T18:15:00.001-08:002014-01-26T18:15:23.659-08:002014 Week 2: Jan 8-14<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 8: This is happening. The elementary school rite of passage that is learning to play the recorder is not going to skip this generation. The only difference is that when I was a kid we just picked one from a big pile to play. Now, they each have their own (which seems much more sanitary)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 10: I got to help in Mr. T's class today for the first time this year. He is so happy at school - talkative, friendly and engaged. I feel very lucky.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 11: Mr. T was in the school play - along with 50 other kids. Rehearsals ran all week and today was two performances. He did great - not a lick of stage fright and he remembered his lines despite the fact that we did not practice them at home this week (because he "wanted the play to be a surprise" for us). He also knew enough to quietly prompt two other kids during the performance for their lines. I just love his confidence. A bonus to today is that my sister and niece and nephew were in town and they and my mom and dad got to come see Mr. T's first performance. It was so special to have the family there, especially my mom as she has just started being able to do things like this again. (also: awesomest owl costume ever)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 12: Miss E came home today from a slumber party where there was very little sleeping. She insisted all day that she wasn't tired and then this happened around 4.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 13: Sometimes being an introverted mama to an extroverted kid is a little hard. Sometimes being an extroverted kid with an introverted mama and sister is hard. This kid would not stop talking or moving today. He is sweet and happy and endearing and by dinner Miss E and I just needed a little bit of quiet. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 14: Mr. T joined boy scouts this year and our first event is the pinewood derby. I have heard of these before but didn't know what they were but basically you are given a block of wood and some tires and you have to carve/cut out a car. It seems kind of crazy to me since you kind of need to use power tools and I wouldn't think all parents would have that ability but Peter and Mr. T are working on it and they are both pretty excited. </td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-63599080576682065232014-01-26T15:19:00.001-08:002014-01-26T15:19:24.015-08:002014 Week 1: Jan 1-7<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 1 - putting away the last of the Christmas stuff. Because we were out of town this year for Christmas this happened kind of late but it was a nice quiet way for the kids and I to spend New Years. Happy hibernating ballerina lady and Santa. ( I also dragged two tired kids through Ikea today which was not quiet or restful - especially when one of my children refuses to eat ANYTHING at Ikea just on principle.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Jan 2 - A lovely photo of my leg. Having two babies so close together plus a family history of varicose veins plus gaining 40 pounds with each pregnancy equals really crappy veins. Every once in awhile I have to pull out the compression socks. These are about the cutest ones I can find and wearing them I like to pretend that I'm a marathon runner or world traveler instead of a mom with bad veins. It's the little things - right?<br /><br /> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 4 - putting together an Ikea cabinet. Mr. T got this to put his lego's in and he was equally excited to have it and to help Peter put it together</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 5 - This was my huckleberry day. The last day of winter break we headed to the beach to look for Agates and just have a family day before school started up again. The weather was gorgeous and we found two hidden beaches we'd never been to before. You know those days that are so perfect they don't seem real? This was one of them. So far, 2014 has had an auspicious beginning. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jan 6 - Back to school for the kids, back to work for me and Peter went fishing. </td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-34423449989892280062014-01-13T16:57:00.002-08:002014-01-14T20:18:36.134-08:002013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Climbing Black Butte with a storm closing in</span></i></div>
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2013 will hopefully be the worst year of my life. I'm not kidding. If it is the worst year then I will have lived a truly fortunate life and if it's not, well, then I'll use what I've learned and deal with whatever may come. A little re-cap before moving on:<br />
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January: My sister's struggling marriage falls apart. There is anger involved.<br />
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February: We all get the flu - peter, myself and the kiddos. At the same time. After a week of that kiddos develop ear infections and strep, Peter gets pneumonia and I get strep.<br />
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March: Tax season. My strep infection comes back and sets in in several places in my body. My mom's knee and hip arthritis deteriorates to the point where moving is painful. I work double hours and help her with errands, etc. Worry sets in. While Peter and the kids are at his parents house, his mom has a medical emergency and has to go to the hospital by ambulance. A few days later she is airlifted to our city and his dad comes to stay with us for a week while she is in the hospital.<br />
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April: Tax season in full swing. My mom has her first surgery of the year to repair her knee meniscus. It is minor. The surgery goes well because she is healthy and always has been healthy and active. For days afterward she has excruciating stomach pain. April 11 she ends up in emergency surgery to repair a tear in her intestine. She stays in the hospital for a week and then in a hospital bed rental at home for a month. Recovery is slow and she won't return to work until January of 2014.<br />
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May: My sister is served with divorce papers. Miss E's girl scout leader, and the mother of one of her friends begins to lose her battle with breast cancer. Peter hurts his back at work. We are afraid this will be a long-term/career-ending injury.<br />
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June: He rehabs his back and I become acutely aware that our family's financial stability is tied to my husband's physical body. I continue to help my parents.<br />
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July: After berry picking one morning, my dad sends a text that mom is on her way to the hospital. I meet them in the ER. After many hours, she has another emergency surgery, just as big as the last one.<br />
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August: Miss E's girl scout leader, the mother of three children ages 8, 11 and 14 dies after 2 months of hospice care. This same month one of my closest friends moves across the ocean to start a new life in Europe.<br />
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September: The kids beloved preschool teacher is put into hospice care for pancreatic cancer. I have to tell them again that some one they know and care about will die from cancer this year. Peter tells me he has a lump under his skin that has been there for a few weeks. After a few nerve wracking doctors appointments it turns out not to be cancer. I became the co-leader of a girl scout troop of girls who's world had been rocked that summer.<br />
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October: We take Mr. T to a specialist for the 2nd time to deal with an ongoing health issue. It doesn't help. The dad of Peter's good friend dies suddenly in a car accident.<br />
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November: My mom has a hip replacement done. My sister's divorce is finalized. My sister's beloved dog suffers some sort of malady that leaves her unable to use one of her back legs. 2 vets don't know what it is or how to fix it.<br />
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December: On Friday the 13th of this 2013, this horrible year, my grandmother dies.<br />
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Of course, in that all there have been good things and sweetness. But overall the year has held anxiety, worry, tears and an overwhelming feeling of loss. Sadness. Crying in the car more often than not on my way to work or my way home from work. I have spent more time in hospital rooms this year than ever before. Half way through this year I started calling it the "year of loss" because that is how it felt. This year has re-shaped my family, my relationships and my job.<br />
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It has been a year of standing by and watching people I love very much drown. Drown in anger, depression, heartbreak, pain. At first I tried to step in and hold them up and then learning the very hard, very adult lesson that unconditional love does not mean you can save people. You are actually powerless to save them from depressions, bad choices, anger. Unconditional love means you stand on the dock holding out a life preserver and whisper words of encouragement and hope they want to grab it. Or grab the dock, or try to swim. Something. But you can't make them. <br />
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Coming out, my sister is healing, my mom is healing (although there is another big surgery ahead), my marriage is stronger than it ever had been (THIS is a huge victory and not something that I at all take for granted) and my family has become closer, more real and softer. I am ready to take my lessons, my more compassionate heart and put this year behind me and move on to a new one.<br />
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2014 has had an auspicious beginning and I hope it continued. But if it doesn't, if there is more hardship coming our way, we can handle it. Our suffering has opened my eyes to the suffering of others. We have all suffered losses, illnesses and hard times. Nobody's life, family or marriage is perfect. There is no scale for hardship and we all have to remember to be kind and soft with each other.<br />
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In closing the door to 2013 I am looking at this space again. A few years ago I really enjoyed doing my 365 project and then writing that went with it. Then life got in the way. I'm hoping to get back to it again in some iterations. Maybe a 365, maybe a weekly thing. I'm going to try a few things out.<br />
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<br />Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-91517770471951722912013-06-06T16:21:00.004-07:002013-06-06T16:21:55.326-07:00Oven Shopping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A blurry picture of my honey.<br />
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These last weeks of school are unbearably busy. June always is for us by the time you throw three birthdays and father's day into the mix. I just forget it every single year until it gets here again. Kind of like December. Somehow I never remember how busy December is until it happens. Anyway.<br />
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Peter has been out of town, my work has been busy, I've been helping my mom out a lot and the kids have events/things to turn in every single day. In the midst of all this our oven died. Since we have no microwave (really) and no toaster oven and the BBQ drip pan just HAPPENED to rust through this winter, it essentially means we have no way to cook or even heat food. Since our family is unlikely to become raw foodist (sprouted lentils aren't really my style), it's a problem. Today, after field day and Doughnuts for Dads and before pick up and my meeting with the TAG coordinator and Taekwondo and the cooking class I'm taking tonight, we carved out a few hours to shop for a new oven.<br />
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I was incredibly cranky and could tell I was stressed because the sales people were EXTRA annoying. I'm not really the sort of person that gets irritated with sales people. By the time one of them pointedly asked me if I needed help while I was in the middle of a phone conversation with my mom, and the teenage boy in hipster jeans tried to sell us the most expensive one there because it has a few more inches of oven room, I was kind of done. Fortunately we hit Starbucks for an iced latte and some research and re-energized. Then we found a floor model! on sale! that would work and ironically, after being nothing but swarmed and pestered by salespeople, we had to go looking for one to actually purchase the the oven. It's not being delivered until the 11th but I don't care. It was cheap, decent and I don't have to worry about it anymore other than figuring out dinner for the next few nights.<br />
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Whew. One thing off my plate.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-53076044678991465952013-06-03T19:55:00.003-07:002013-06-03T20:56:19.559-07:00Swinging in the Tree<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Someone really is missing her brother. He's been gone for four days now (fishing with Daddy) and it's just not the same without him. She has, however, been spending a lot of time climbing the trees and searching for bugs to put in her bug house.<br />
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Also, in other news, our oven exploded. Last night - it looked like firecrackers went off in it. Because of the nature of Peter's job, I am pretty good at handling things on the homefront when they come up. A firefighter just isn't going to be able to come home because a sink is clogged. It's just a fact of life. However, I don't deal with electricity or things that might explode, so I called in the repair guy on this one. Tonight I had the pleasure of paying $70 to hear that my oven is dead and we need a new one. Super fun.<br />
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What I have been enjoying, is my four days with this little lady. She and I, the two of us, we are quiet. We like to read and not talk incessantly and do our own thing. Sometimes when everyone is here it feels like we don't make those little spaces in the day to connect with each other as we have over the last four days. It's been so very very nice and I am reminded once again (over and over) what a lovely daughter I have in her. She's such a blessing and joy in my life to shepherd through childhood. When she is grown, and I don't have to do the full-on mom thing anymore, she is going to be a great friend and joy in that way. I could not be luckier.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-87708829369663862522013-06-01T19:51:00.000-07:002013-06-01T21:41:59.380-07:00Sleep Over<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The boys are off fishing for four days, so E and I are on our own. Tonight she is having her friend over for a sleepover - the first one at our house. They spent the late afternoon in the yard climbing trees and gathering bugs - because they are kindred spirits in that way. It's so sweet to watch a good friendship develop and deepen for your kids. Just very rewarding all around.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-35462488448839762142013-05-31T20:18:00.000-07:002013-06-01T20:19:28.621-07:00Holding my Kid back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No school today - teacher's are grading. I took the opportunity to meet with Miss E's teacher this morning to discuss moving her forward in math. And my concerns about it. And the questions, oh the questions.<br />
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We talked through all the choices, all the way up through college and scholarship offers. At the end I felt pretty good about our choice. And that choice is to not advance her. Yes, I'm the parent fighting the school to hold my kid back.<br />
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What did it for me was talking about the next few years. Our school does blended classrooms so next year would be no probem. She'll be in a 3/4 class, all the kids have math at the same time and she'll just go with the 4th graders. Easy. She can handle the work and the schedule is fine. But the following year, when she is in 4th, she'll have to leave her classroom to go to 5th grade math which may not be at the same time. As in, she will be the only kid leaving her class and missing out on something EVERY DAY and finding another activity to do while the other kids in her class do math. Ehh.... not feeling great about that. Here's the kicker - in 5th grade, she'll have to take a bus to the middle school for math. Because there is only one other kid in her grade who is skipping a year up, they aren't going to make an advance math class for just 2 kids. Even if a few more advance up in the next few years it won't be enough for a class and I really don't want her riding a bus everyday up to the middle school to take math.<br />
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On top of all this is my understanding of her. Math is not her love (you know those kids that see everything in numbers and have memorized the first 20 digits of pi? Yeah, that's not her). What I want her to work on in elementary school is confidence and managing anxiety and dealing with social stuff and friends. Once she has that base I want her to get to middle school and high school and jump confidently with both feet into advanced classes and immerse herself in AP English and Calculous and all the other stuff that I KNOW she will be able to do if we don't apply too much pressure when she's little. Her teacher, while she was willing to talk through the pros of each side with me, ended up agreeing (so thankful again for the amazing teachers that we have!).<br />
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As confident as I am in our decision though, it feels a little odd to be declining moving her forward. I know math is too easy for her (and will continue to be) and our school does not offer the TAG program or advancement in grade lightly. I am thankful and also a little dreading the e-mail I need to send declining to move her forward. Hopefully, it's the right decision.<br />
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<br />Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-14846265890259300882013-05-30T21:34:00.000-07:002013-06-01T21:35:00.836-07:00Peacock Feather<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-74266970049224948282013-05-29T21:41:00.000-07:002013-06-01T21:41:24.643-07:00The Soft Glow of the Ipad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The ipad has all the fun games on it - the games I don't want them sitting around for hours and hours playing. So they have to ask. And share. Mr. T got his turn for a bit today. I love how he's sitting on the couch pillow. Not next to it or leaning on it but right on top of it, as if it's a seat cushion. Also, fishing shirt.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-81211034659780156172013-05-27T21:46:00.000-07:002013-06-01T21:46:48.788-07:00All Day, Every Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This boy loves to play and he loves his toys. He makes ships and stations and uses different guys. The bat cave is currently filled with Lego ships of his own creation as is the Green Lantern base. All on top of our entertainment center. I love it.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-48102814771058286232013-05-27T20:07:00.000-07:002013-05-28T20:09:38.596-07:00Smarty Pants<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This lady. What a surprise I have in her.<br />
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A little background: At our school, the kids all take a grade-level end of the year math test. If they score higher than 80% on that test, they take the next grade up end of the year math test, if they get more than 80% on that, then they take the next one. And so on.<br />
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Last week both the kids came home saying they passed their math tests and got to take the next one up (Mr. T 2nd grade and Miss E 3rd). It's a total no-pressure situation, the kids are told to put smiley faces on the ones they don't know and the expectations are low. I mean, it's a math test for kids who have taken an entire year of math that they haven't yet. Math is also one of those things you can't fake. If you haven't been taught how to do fractions or what type of triangles are what then there's really not way you can just figure it out on your own. I kind of figured it was a nice pat on the back for each of them that they even got to take the higher test and left it at that.<br />
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Miss E came home a few days later and told me she took the 4th grade math test that day. She's in 2nd. OK, I thought, that's strange but whatever. We aren't really interested in skipping her ahead. But then I got the e-mail that she had got over 80% on her 3rd grade test and they were placing her in 4th grade math next year and did I have any questions?<br />
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Ummm....yes? Oh boy. I'm in a bit of a pickle about this. I don't want her to skip ahead for a few reasons - a lot of reasons actually. Reasons like, I'm not sure she really knows the materials and isn't just a good test taker. I think 3rd grade is a huge increase in homework and I don't want to add extra pressure. I don't know where she goes in 5th grade for math (the last year of elementary) - does she bus to the middle school because I'm not really sure I want that either. For all these reasons and more I didn't tell Miss E about her placement and tried to schedule a meeting with the teacher.<br />
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But then. Oh but then. She came home today all pink cheeked and proud and said that all the kids in 1/2 knew that she got to take the 4th grade test and were asking her about it and her math teacher told the class that she passed and if it was OK with her parents she got to skip 3rd grade math and go into 4th grade. And my kid who can be anxious and shy was so dang proud of herself and the attention and of being a little mini-celebrity for a day that I just didn't have it in my heart to tell her the reservations I was having.<br />
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I will meet with the teacher and we will probably go along with the school. This summer I will set aside time to make sure she really knows what she needs to know and we will go from here. I've been saying it every single year of her life: this is the kid that I am always trying to keep up with. She is the very best kind of first kid to have - someone who stretches me and challenges me and really makes me think and pay attention. Every step of her life I picture her up ahead, looking back at me and calling"try to keep up mommy, try to keep up".Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-56626629589343880092013-05-26T21:12:00.003-07:002013-05-26T21:12:33.576-07:00Starting Up Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sunday of Memorial day. Instead of doing our full trip to all the family cemeteries we only made it to my Grandparents, the one in town. It means a lot though, to stop there every year, put some garden-picked flowers in a vase and see their names etched on the nook. We had my sister and all the kids and my parents and even though it was different than last year, and much shorter, it felt a bit the same. And kind of like a little bit of normalcy was creeping back into our lives.<br />
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I've been thinking a lot about starting this little blog up again and maybe, just MAYBE, even doing another 365. Writing is so therapeutic for me and this blog ends up being kind of like a journal. A place to get it all out and work through things going on in my life. Of course, it's public. So that's kind of like leaving your diary around for everyone to read. Which is awkward. Really really awkward. I like to think though, that I have a pretty good sense of boundaries and privacy and I do so love the interaction you get with folks over the internets. We are all fighting our battles and winning our wars and while you can't walk by strangers on the street and know their fights, you can peruse the blogs and get a great sense of sisterhood. It means a lot to me.<br />
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My hesitations are a few though.<br />
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1) Most of my pictures these day are on instagram. Which is good, kind of, not really. It's easier to capture our day to day life there and I do LOVE Instagram but the quality is crappy and certainly not something I want in life-journal or photo album. Also, I think my fancy camera lens has something wrong with it. However, I do want to get back to using the good camera more and need some motivation to drag it down to the dudes at the camera shop.<br />
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2) I'm sure no one reads this anymore (not that a lot of people did in the beginning) but really, that's OK. If I start again it's more for me than anyone else.<br />
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3) (and this is the biggie...) this year has been (for lack of a better term...) a struggle so far. Two years ago I went to Spain, our family went to Disneyland, my daughter learned to read, my son discovered Lego's and life was good. I mean really really good. Sure there were ups and downs, but overall, things were great. This year, well, it's kind of pulled the rug out from under me. We're all fine but things around me are hard. Things for my family are hard. We are all fighting our own struggles and some of it I just won't be able to write about because of privacy and I don't really want my blog to be all complain, complain, vague blog, more vague blogging, sucky, sucky.<br />
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I think I'm going to try though because I know in the future, sitting in the old folks home, I will love to look back at my pictures and see my life laid out before me. It will be a great gift to my children to someday, when they are adults, read my words and know that even when thing were not good, our house was filled with love and my heart always always always holds them in it.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-1394294895207508492013-05-25T20:11:00.000-07:002013-05-28T20:12:29.163-07:00Taking the kids to a play<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Took Miss E, Mr. T and my niece to a play today. I feel like we've turned a corner in age here because it was not a stressful, frustrating experience to take all three of them to a play downtown by myself. In fact, it was quite lovely.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-20688176837911014972013-05-24T10:48:00.000-07:002013-05-30T10:48:56.632-07:00Taking Suzy to the Vet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We spend the morning running errands for and with my mom. Dropping the cat off at the vet, taking plastic to the recycling center, lunch at Chipotle, cards at Walgreens. After we left her at home for a nap, I rewarded the kids (most excellent) behavior with a few VooDoo doughnuts. They are such good little helper bunnies.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-2408175191106062402012-08-13T20:10:00.000-07:002012-08-15T20:10:35.593-07:00Take your daughter to work day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Miss E came to work with me today. Mr. T had a doctor's appointment, and I wanted to give Peter a bit of a break so she came with me. And I don't know if she was tired from the beach or needed some down time but she hung in there for 7 hours. 7 hours! I flagged several workbook pages and she did those, she read her book, we shared lunch from Chipotle and watched YouTube videos of rhythmic gymnastics. We moved the car when the meter ran out, learned re-grouping (called "carrying" when I learned math), she drew a picture for my desk and photocopied things. I never once had to even pull out the back up video that I had brought with me. She is such a super star.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-25702387408115994072012-07-28T13:04:00.001-07:002012-07-29T10:44:32.000-07:00This Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This day...well, let' just say I won't be forgetting it anytime soon.<br />
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The kids and I got up this morning at my in-laws house, ate breakfast and (they) watched some cartoons. As I was putting a few things into the dishwasher my grandmother-in-law (side note: that is entirely too long of a title for this lovely woman, she's just kind of like my grandma.) tripped over the open dishwasher and fell, scraping the skin on her shin. Ouch. Miss E came over to watch for a minute while I put a paper towel over it to stop the bleeding and then wandered away. We got out the first aid kit and started patching it up. A few minutes later, I heard a thud coming from the back of the house. I waited for a few seconds to see if I could hear any associated crying but there was nothing. Still, it was a big thud so I headed back to investigate. And then I found Miss E.<br />
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Unconcious, in a puddle of pee, neck crooked at a weird angle, hand posturing in the air. My heart stopped. Like completely and literally stopped. I cannot even describe the feeling of finding your child like that. Terrifying is not a strong enough word. As I ran to her, she opened her eyes, looking very dazed and confused and out of it. I called to my mother-in-law to dial 911 and then sat with her as she tried to sit up. At this point I thought she had had a seizure. The pee, the hand posturing, the confusion, it all said seizure to me although, as I'm sure you all know, I am not a medical professional.<br />
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As we were waiting for the medics, she sat up and became more alert. I was really really really trying to stay calm and reassuring but there was no way I could keep the fear or the chocked up tears out of my voice as I repeated, "it's ok, you're going to be ok, you're fine Miss E". right before the medics got there she realized she was lying in pee and asked if we could change her pants so I put a towel under her and quickly took off the wet ones and put on dry ones.<br />
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Then the medics arrived and a bit of my fear got channel into annoyance at one of the firefighters who showed up. Now, I know that not all firefighters are medics. Yes, they are all technically trained to be but not all of them - particularly older ones- are good at it or interested in it. Especially something as ambiguous as loss of consciousness in a child. However, the guy running the call was so freaking condescending that I almost told him to step aside and let his partner take over. He smiled the entire time (which really? My kid just loss consciousness for no apparent reason and that's somehow funny to you?) and made a bunch of comments about us being vacationers and wondering if we were having a "girls weekend". He had the younger kid with him take a blood glucose and a blood pressure with a cuff on MIss E in a way that seemed like he was just appeasing me to do it. The he started telling me it was probably a febrile seizure (umm....she's almost 8 and hasn't had a fever so no) or low blood sugar (also no, glucose reading was fine and she had breakfast 30 minutes before) and really I could tell they were in the middle of a drill by hearing the radio traffic and he just didn't want to be bothered.<br />
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By this time, Miss E was more alert and I was mentally thinking through the car/Mr. T/transportation situation if we had to go to the hospital by ambulance so I signed the refusal of transport and said good-riddance to Mr. Jaded-bad attitude-dopey smile-condescending firefighter. After this I texted Peter who was on a 6 hour long bike ride in the other half of the state and got ready to drive Miss E to the hospital myself.<br />
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Thankfully, my in-laws have a GPS system with the emergency room pre-programed into that so I grabbed it and headed to the car with Miss E. At this point I still didn't know what had happened and as my mind was racing trying to figure it out on the 20 minute drive to the hospital it hit me - she was in the bathroom. But not going to the bathroom.<br />
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"I was getting a drink of water" (this is weird because usually all drinks of water are preceded by a request for me to get it for her.)<br />
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"Because I was feeling fuzzy headed and I thought it would help"<br />
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OK. Bingo. Fainting spell, not a seizure. Immediately I felt better. At the ER they ran an EKG and confirmed the same thing.<br />
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In the best cast scenario, she felt faint at the sight of blood, ran to the bathroom and passed out. When she passed out she peed on accident.<br />
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However, it's rare for kids this little to faint, even at the sight of blood and it's rare for kids (or adults) to pee when they faint. So, we don't know.<br />
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For now we are preceding on our vacation, she has a huge lump on her head and we will follow up with the doctor at home.<br />
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By this afternoon she was running around like normal and it almost felt like it didn't happen but I know that is one of those instances that will be seared into my memory. Remember how I say that all mama's carry a little pocket of fear in their hearts for their children? Well, my memory of that moment of finding her this morning is sealed away in mine. I am so thankful.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-472252093919756212012-07-25T16:02:00.001-07:002012-07-25T16:14:02.466-07:00Nice Kitty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don't know if I've mentioned it, but my sister is a landscaper by trade, and she's pretty good at what she does. Not a mow your lawn, put in a few plants from the Depot, type of landscaper but an organic practices, native perennials type of landscaper. Her yard always looks AMAZING. Fun and durable for kids, edible little niblet of berries mixed in everywhere, interesting plant choices and every thing looks natural and healthy and vibrant and cared for. Pretty much the exact opposite of what I half-jokingly call the "back to nature" look of my yard. I spent the morning kind of peeking around at what was new in her place while she made blueberry muffins and the kids played.<br />
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This afternoon, the kids and I drove to Sunriver to spend the night with my mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law in their new house. And this may be the best 3 hour drive I ever took with the kids. Previously, for drives of over 2 hours, we have put DVD players in the car for the kids to watch. It works, they are quiet and occupied and we get to talk but it's kind of a pain. There are wires everywhere and the kids never sleep in the car and someone always needs something plugged in or adjusted. This trip I had a flash of brilliance and instead of DVD players we used ipods. Miss E has one of our old ipods that is now "hers" and I grabbed another one for Mr. T and made it his. I loaded both with the kid's music and several kid's audio books. It was awesome. They were both quiet and occupied during the drive but not to the extent that they couldn't/wouldn't talk to me when I said something. The ipods were much easier to work and Miss E helped Mr. T figure his out so I didn't have anything to do except drive. And listen to music. And buy them french fries and chocolate milk and lemonade - you know, road trip food. I cannot stress how much easier it is to do things with a 6 and 7 year old as opposed to younger kids. Plus, I just like going places with them.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-39068382287241149152012-07-24T08:40:00.000-07:002012-07-25T16:01:36.181-07:00Back to Reality<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Home from vacation. It's always such a good and exhausting feeling. We rolled in from a week at Black Butte sun-burned, covered in mosquito bites, chlorine rashes for the kids and exhausted but what a great week it was. Will be catching posts up soon (they will show up below this one). For now, I leave you with one of my favorite evening pictures from the meadow.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-3968305561918569652012-07-13T10:44:00.000-07:002012-07-25T10:44:40.243-07:00Oregon Country Fair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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This morning Peter left for a three day bike ride with his Dad and sister, leaving the kids and I on our own. Instead of spending three days at home packing for our trip next week, I decided to do a little traveling with them. (Can I add a side note here that this really speaks to how big my kids are getting that I don't mind traveling for three days with them? That in fact I want to? Amazing.)</div>
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We headed down to Eugene for Country Fair with my sister and her kids today. Country fair is (or used to be) kind of a hippie festival in the woods outside of Eugene. As it is today, it's a very fun, slightly counter-culture, festival full of colors and music and food and fun people. I love taking the kids there and they love going (if it's not too hot, or there's not too much walking and as long as snacks are provided at will....). It's not a festival exclusively for kids, so I always caution other parents that if they don't want there kids being around naked people or (a few) wasted people, it's probably not for them. My kids haven't seemed to notice, in fact, Mr. T and I bought cookies from a stand where all the women working there were topless and he didn't say a word, despite being the boob obsessed little boy he is. </div>
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Mostly we walked around, ate quesadillas and lemonade, watched the parades, listened to some music and just hung out. Here are a few pictures I took:</div>
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My niece and nephew under the pink tent covering the children's stage.<br />
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Part of the dragon parade. This went around the fair grounds randomly throughout the day and was accompanied by quite a few dancers and musicians.<br />
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Several folks had these huge puppets attached to their bodies that were quiet awesome. The guy in the middle is part of the candy cane folks who all dressed like that, not sure why, and paraded about throughout the day.<br />
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Happy people by the music stage.<br />
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My nephew (face painted like a pirate) and Miss E (did not want her face painted but finally took her shirt off after complaining about "dying" of heat and I pointed out that this was one place where she really could go topless if she wanted to). Side story: While walking around we ended up behind a naked guy (kind of rare here) with leaves taped in front. Despite all our efforts to subtly speed up or slow down to let him pass, we all ended up walking the same speed for a bit. Miss E and my nephew were giggling to each other but were doing it with hands over their mouths and quietly. I was touched that they were being thoughtful in what was arguably, a difficult situation for a 7 year old not to giggle out loud at. Before the fair I didn't talk to them at all about how to act or what they might see, figuring I'd deal with it if it came up and I guess that worked. Plus, who wouldn't giggle a bit at a naked man with no body paint walking around a festival?<br />
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Kids dancing during sound checks.<br />
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Mr. T and my niece. She had her face painted like a unicorn, he, like his sister, declined face painting.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-29136030400887096882012-07-10T19:18:00.000-07:002012-07-12T19:18:21.661-07:00Baby Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My friend Jen came over today and brought her darling little baby Emma. It's so fun to see new mom's with their first babies. I remember so well, the uncertainness, the delight and just the newness of it all. Ahh... babies.<br />
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Miss E was equally enamored and got to hold little Emma for a bit. After that she promptly went and got out all her baby doll stuff and started dressing and feeding her little babies that have been sitting forgotten in her closet for almost a year now. Such is the sweetness of childhood.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697591463817975174.post-72506273361665214562012-07-08T19:32:00.002-07:002012-07-08T19:32:34.366-07:00Sprinkler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We have officially hit summer here. Every year it's pretty chilly until the 4th of July and then it gets fairly consistently warm. Peter and I just returned from two days in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunriver,_Oregon">Sunriver</a> helping his parents move into their new house and it was pretty hot there too. As a generally non-weather complainer, I reserve the first week or so of hot weather to bitch and moan because EVERY single year, the first week it's in the upper 80's, I have a week-long migraine. It pretty much sucks. I end up having to take a lot of meds and laying awake at night with my head hurting. No fun at all. Especially because in Oregon, everyone is celebrating the heat, and it's pretty much mandatory that you get outside and enjoy it since every person you encounter from gas station attendants to grocery store clerks will ask you if you've "been getting out and enjoying the weather". Sometimes I want to reply that maybe, just MAYBE not everyone is a rain-hater and is thrilled with the 90 degrees. That MAYBE those of us who grew up in Oregon and still live here (a rare breed indeed) actually like the rain and prefer that it not be really hot. And MAYBE if you are so desperate for super hot weather you should move back to California or Arizona or wherever the heck you came from.<br />
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I don't however, because, you know, that would be kind of mean and snotty and I'm really not mean and snotty so I smile and say "oh, some..." and move along.<br />
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One of the very nicest things about our house is that the backyard is almost completely shady during the afternoon. We have so many trees that it typically is a few degrees cooler which means that the kids can usually play outside in the shade all afternoon. This afternoon I put our sprinkler on low and Mr. T spent about an hour running back and forth through it, dipping his hair in it and generally just having a great time. That makes me happy. Plus, it's going to cool off tonight and only be 84 tomorrow AND I'm going to work so there will be air conditioning! Look on the bright side - right?<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*yes, I know that most of the country is sweltering through triple digit weather and would kill for upper 80's and yes, I know that is not unreasonably hot. I think it's just the shock to my body that causes the migraines but I would be curious to know if anyone else gets there headaches during the first real temperature bump of the year. </span></i><br />
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This morning I went for a quick bike ride through the resort by myself before we left. I ended up riding by this lovely body of water feeding into a lake. Or maybe it's part of the lake. It wasn't moving - as you can see. It was so refreshing to be out in the cooler morning air with few other people about. Since there was almost no one else on the bike paths, I could ride really fast for the first little bit which is always kind of fun. On the way back I had to slow down and enjoy the scenery a bit more. And the scenery isn't bad! I can't wait to bring the kids back here next weekend.Sarah Scribersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03568220251311845868noreply@blogger.com0