Wednesday, March 18

spring update

Well, it's been a while! Of course it's because life is fast and busy and I'd have lots to blog about. The last post is about signing the kids up for a poetry recital. In true Tiffany fashion, I've actually not had the kids practice at all yet, and it's a month away. Jordan still insists that she's not doing it, and after I wrote that last blog post she took her poem and wrote in big letters across the page that she was NOT doing the recital, and that it's STUPID. Nine year olds are awesome. I told her today that tonight she is going to sit down and type it out so that we have a copy of it that isn't defaced, and then she's going to print it out and read it to me a couple of times. That'll learn her.

Jordan has been bugging for months to get her eyes tested again. Apparently she can't see the board at school unless she's sitting close to it. Last spring I took her for an eye test, and the doc said that she did have a small prescription, but that she could deal with it for another year without saddling her with glasses just yet, so I knew going into her eye exam last week that she'd be ordering glasses.

Choosing glasses with a kid, for a kid, is kind of harrowing. At first I was all excited because the kids rack of glasses were all under $200, including taxes and lenses. Pretty good deal, especially considering that our benefit plan will cover up to $300 for glasses for her.

Of course, my child has a ginormous head. So she was not allowed to choose from the kid rack, and lenses and taxes were NOT included.

I still told her that she could pretty much pick the ones she liked, as long as they weren't gold plated and horribly expensive. From there, trying to be supportive is kind of hard. I'd show her a cute pair, only to watch her reach for something less than cute, my internal monologue saying "Oh please no, not those not those not those...." To be honest, I didn't really like any of the glasses on her, and eventually I realized that it wasn't because they didn't look good on her, it was because I'm so used to seeing her without glasses. I'm a little sad that her look will change so much.

Also, she picked a slightly bigger pair than what I'm used to seeing on kids, because she felt they made her look like Harry Potter. That's exactly how I'd go into a glasses-choosing session. The eye-glass tech assures me that bigger glasses are actually coming back in. Anyway.

Things have been crazy lately. The boys' Saturday soccer wrapped up this past weekend, Elliot's last gymnastics session was last Wednesday and Jordan's last gymnastics session will be tonight. We've still got piano until the end of time. Spring soccer starts at the end of April as long as the fields are dry, so we've actually got a month of a lighter schedule before we begin four nights a week of soccer for two months. I actually really enjoy the four nights a week of soccer. It feels very spring/summer, and watching the kids get out there and run around in shorts and t-shirts and get all sweaty and winded and suntanned is my favorite. Steven has offered to assistant-coach the boys' team this year, so that'll be something new for us. The boys are on the same team (yay!) so it's possible for the first time to have him coach and not miss watching an entire soccer season for a different kid. The girls will play on opposite nights, so we'll wander back and forth between two fields for them.

On top of that the kids have been invited to multiple parties lately (turns out they're likeable. I kind of figured), and book club and this and that, and our calendar is just humming.

Everyone is doing well at school, and next week we bring home report cards, and the week after that is spring break (yay!).

I've been subbing almost every day, much to the dismay of Elliot who wants to have some home days with me, and they've been few and far between. I think she's ready for spring break too. Hopefully spring break is "springy." I'm pretty sure that last year spring break was kind of cold and miserable.

I've started booking camping trips. Rushing River is set for August, and I'm going to book something for May long. Jordan is going to summer camp for the first time this summer and she's so so so excited, and I'm really excited for her. It's the same camp I went to for years as a kid, and I can't wait for her to get to go too.

The weather is just making everything seem awesomer lately. We have definitely made it through the worst of winter, and even if we do get a little more snow or cold days, the -40 is gone, and it feels like summer is on the horizon. Can't wait.

Friday, January 30

meanest mother EVER, and the kids are doing a poetry recital!

There is a community speaking arts festival coming up in April. A couple of weeks ago, a sign up sheet came home for any parents who wanted to sign their kids up. I put the paper into one of the paper "piles" and kind of forgot about it. Then the other night at gymnastics I was talking to another parent and she had signed her boys up.

Then I started really thinking about it. You sign your kid up. You pay $8 for the privilege. Your kid memorizes a poem that he picks out with the help of his teacher. Your kid recites the poem on stage, getting a chance for a little public speaking and a teeny performance. I really started thinking about Mitchell and how shy he can be. Wouldn't it be awesome if he could choose a short four or five line poem, memorize it, feel good about it, and perform it? I know! The answer is yes!

Fast forward to the next day in the van.

Me: Hey guys, there's this thing you can sign up for where you get to pick out a poem, memorize it and then perform it on stage at a poetry recital. Doesn't that sound fun?
Kids: (little to no response)
Me: So, what if I signed you up? You could totally do it!
Tennyson in his super determined voice: I'm not doing it.
Mitchell: No.
Elliot: I wanna! I wanna do it!
Me: You have to be in school Elliot. You can't do it.
Elliot (wiggling angrily in her chair and helicoptering her mitts-on-strings around) NO FAAAAAAAIR!
Tennyson and Mitchell: NO!
Me: Jordan?
Me: Jordan!
Jordan: Mmmm. What? (I love when I tell her entire things in the van only to realize she's been reading a novel the entire time. I repeat story.)
Jordan: (snort) No.
Me: Really?
Jordan: Maybe.
Tennyson: But why? You didn't sign me up already did you? Mommyyyyyy!
Me: No, but I want to.
(Boys) In unison: No!
Jordan: (back to her book)
Jordan: Huh?
Me: Would you do it?
Jordan; (shrugs non-commitedly) MmmMmm. (back to book.)
Me: Everyone listen.
(I assume they all listen)
Me: You guys always want money so bad. How about this - anyone who does this will get $5 from me after it's done.
Tennyson: (incredulously): That's it? Five dollars? That's not a lot.
 Mitchell: Nooooo!
Elliot: No faaaair! I want five dollars!

Ugh. Seriously. 

Today I was at the kids' school. I remembered the poetry recital, and had a chance to look through the book. There are funny poems, serious poems, long poems and definitely shorter poems. There are poems in the grade 1 list that are only 5 short lines long.

At supper I brought this up again, in front of Steven. The boys answered with a definitive NO, then they finished their supper and disappeared.

I told Steven that I really think it would be cool if they did it. I called Mitchell in.

Me: Mitchell, I was talking to your teacher today. She thinks that you could totally do this. She has some fun poems for you to pick from. There's one about a birthday wish, there's a puppy one, there are all kinds. They're not very long.
Mitchell, in whiniest voice ever: No. I don't want to. People will look at me. There will be lots of people.
Me: I know, but you know who you look at?
Mitchell: Who?
Me: Me! You just look at me and you say the poem just to me. Other people will be there, but you just have to say it to me. What do you think.
Mitchell: You know what I really want?
Me: What?
Mitchell, Coke, can I have coke?
Me: Alright smarty pants. You say I can sign you up, and I'll give you coke.

Mitchell tries hard not to smile, and squirms around on my lap making his signature whiny noises before relenting. I cheer and instruct his father to fill his cup with coke.

Then I call Tennyson in.

"Hey!" he says, "Why does Mitchell get coke, can I have coke?"
"That depends," I reply. "Mitchell only got coke after agreeing to recite a poem at the recital. Would you like to recite a poem?"

Never do either of them realize that the original $5 I offered them would get them way more than one 6 ounce cup of coke.

Tennyson storms from the dining room into the kitchen. "It's no fair!" he yells. "I don't want to. There will be a million people there...."

"There aren't a million people in Portage," I reply helpfully.

"Well how many then?" he asks, rejoining me at the table.

"Just me and Daddy," I say, a somewhat obvious smirk in my voice.

I'm sure he resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Really?" he says, challenging. "Just you and daddy." He looks annoyed.

"Okay, well me and Daddy and like, six other people."

He still looks incredulous.

"I really  just want some coke. Mitchell has coke."

"Mitchell's going to say a poem."

Tennyson scowls and makes the I'm going to cry angry face. He heads back to the kitchen.

"It's not fair! I just want coke. I never get anything!" It's true. He never gets one - single - thing.

"You don't have to do it," I said. "I'm not going to make you."

He comes back again. "So I can have coke?"


"Fine! I'll do it."

He heads to the kitchen to get a clean cup. He comes back and puts the cup on the table. I hesitate before pouring - "Okay, so you are going to do it?"

"Yes," he mumbles, brow furrowed in torture. I pour his cup, replace the cap, set down the bottle, and before he can pick up the coke I do a happy little fist pump and say "Yes!"

Tennyson, always looking for the humor in everything, fights it, but can't contain his smile. He laughs. He drinks his coke.

Jordan is at a birthday party tonight, so she wasn't part of this conversation, but I'm hoping she won't want to be shown up by her brothers. Either that or I'll bribe her with something cool.

I know, meanest mother ever.

You know what else is mean? Tennyson did not want to go to Hip Hop last year after one other kid made fun of him. I made him keep going. He absolutely loved the recital. Tennyson also did not want to start kindergarten when he was 5, but I obviously made him. By the end of the first day he loved kindergarten. Neither of the kids wanted to do piano (because they were shy about the teacher and they wanted me to stay and I said I wasn't staying), but they are good at it and they like it! Mitchell said he wanted to do nothing this year, and although I thought about it, it seemed wrong to let three of four kids participate in an activity, so I signed him up for soccer, which he loves.

Last year Jordan hopped up on stage and sang a song at an audition for the Little Mermaid. I honestly never thought she'd do it, but she did!

It's not like I'll make them memorize and perform one-man acts of the Canterbury Tales, although, that would be cool and should definitely be considered for later.

Sunday, January 25

pancakes, sledding and friends. perfect wintery sunday.

We had to make up for our lazy Saturday with a slightly more adventurous Sunday! This morning our friends Amy and Kevin and their three lovely children came over for pancake breakfast. We ate a giant heap of pancakes, fruit, sausages and bacon and washed it all down with litres of coffee and good conversation. I'm thinking even the youngest of the bunch was totally thrilled.

This afternoon we met up with our other friends Mike and Sunny and their kids and we stood at the top of the snow hill pretending to be outdoorsy while our kids traveled up and down the ridiculously icy hill. We have had some nice spring-type weather lately, and the crazy back and forth of thawing and freezing has made the hill a little like a luge run.


The kids thought it was awesome, and flew down the hill over and over at breakneck speeds. We lasted a full hour until Elliot finally slipped and smacked her face on the hill (who'd have thought the first injury would be walking up the hill?), and bloodied her nose.

I love how brave our kids are, and how they don't seem to feel the cold (or whine about it), until they are really legitimately cold. I vaguely remembering being less wimpy about it as a child myself....

Saturday, January 24

lazy at-home saturday

We are having the laziest Saturday ever, and I love it. We had no soccer at 9 this morning, and I skipped my 7am bootcamp class because I coughed myself awake all night, and sleeping in until 9 was nice. We told the kids we would take them sledding or snowshoeing or something this morning since we had no soccer, but it's now 2:30pm and we haven't done much of anything. No laundry. No floors. No bathrooms.

I'm supposed to get groceries and bake a cake some point today, so I suppose we will have to move around eventually.

My kids have been running all over the house today, playing some sort of all-house games, alternated with a little bickering, and they seem to enjoy the day at home.

Our weeks are pretty busy between school, gymnastics, soccer and piano lessons, and pajama Saturdays are a welcome break.

This is what they're up to right now. Jordan has been reading all day. All. Day. Lately it's the Percy Jackson series. I'm glad she found a new series she likes. She was so sad when she finished the Harry Potter series that she went back and read it all again. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure she finished the last Percy Jackson today.
The boys are kind of all over the place. You'll notice the dresser sitting behind the boys in this picture. Steven is ripping apart the other half of the basement so we can put some bedrooms down there and give the kids their own rooms! The boys actually want to stay together, but I think we'll go ahead and split them up anyway, just to make bedtimes and mornings easier. The other option would be to let them be together, leaving a spare room for me to hang out in with my books and computer and maybe a fluffy chair.
Elliot digging for something in a toy bucket. You'll see more "stuff" in this picture. More of the contents from the other half of the basement. Also, I just love bookshelves. With books. So pretty.

Aaaaany minute now, I'm going to make a shopping list. Maybe, probably...

Tuesday, January 6

i should never really surf amazon

I really should never really surf Amazon, because then I want things. I know I probably should have come up with this before Christmas, but how awesome does this look:

Each page has a date (minus the year), and a question about your day, what you think about something, how you feel about something, etc. Following that, there are five places to enter an answer. You fill in the first one. Then the next day you fill in the first answer on the next page, and when you get to the end of the book, you go back to the beginning and fill in the next blank under the same question. There are 365 days. Cool eh?

I saw this at school today, and I want it too:

The book is made up of literally, 642 things to write about, and writing space for each of them. It is literally, English homework for grownups! I know! You are all clicking the link right now and ordering it!

Why is it that I always have a way better wish list in January than I do in November?