Give it a Rest!

A few weeks back Clark learned of a video game called "Spore". It sounds like a disease to me.
About two weeks ago he decided he would purchase the game for himself. As many of you know, video games aren't cheap, but he worked like a dog to earn the money. The boy raked 24 garbage bags of leaves. He did many jobs around the house. Who knew he could work so hard? Well, I knew. I've seen this boy in action when he has set his mind to something. It's frightening and best to just get out of his way. I'm telling you, the boy harassed me incessantly for money-earning jobs to do. I was running out of jobs to give him, not to mention running out of money to pay for said jobs.
Last night his moment of triumph arrived! Abe got his money from him in the morning and picked up the game for him after work. Unfortunately for Clark, Abe had class last night and didn't get home until 9:30pm. Too late for video games, besides he had already used his computer/wii time (45 minutes) for the day. It would have to wait till the next day.
This morning Clark set his alarm for 6:00 so he could get ready, do jobs, get all his school work and practicing done so he could play his game. He was done by 10:00 am. He played for his 45 minutes. It was all he hoped it would be and more, but not long enough.

But then what? It was only 11:00. The boy changed his tactics. He switched his focus to begging for jobs to do to earn more Wii time.

For the LOVE OF PETE (sorry, Dad)-- Will you give it a rest!!!!!!
I did let him earn 10 more minutes, but I could see the pattern developing. I have to be very strict of computer/wii time. I think it is fine to play some, but that is not what children should spend their formative years focusing on. I know, I know-- I'm mean.

So he switches tactics again. "Can I get all his school stuff for tomorrow done tonight so I can just wake up and play." (That's just what we need-- for you to be done by 8 am)

No.

"Then I'm setting my alarm for 5 am to get all my stuff done earlier."

You need your sleep.

"Can I go to bed now? (It is 5:30 pm) so I can get enough sleep?

Sure. (He did go down to his room at 7:00 pm to try to go to sleep.

The Next Installment

This is the next installment of a series I will henceforth call: "Conversations With Elinor". If you recall the first of the series was all about "What if?".

With five little chickadees I don't have oodles of opportunities to be alone with each child, but this morning was one of those rare moments with Elinor. It went something like this:

Elinor: Mom, are there other universes?

Me: Yes, I think there are (why not?)

Elinor: Are there aliens who live there?

Me: "Alien" just means they aren't from here. I think there are people that live in other universes. (Wow! Do I sound crazy or what?)

Elinor: What if those aliens crash into my room at night?

Me: I don't think that will happen.

Elinor: Well, why not?

Me: I don't think Heavenly Father wants Aliens to crash into your room.

Elinor: Mom, do you think aliens go to church?

Me: I'm not sure, but probably.

Elinor: Hmmm. I wonder what their churches look like?

Me: That is an interesting thing to think about.

Do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face during "Conversations with Elinor"? Her train of thoughts are so bizarre to me.

Sometimes she comes up with things during lunch and Clark and Bethany just look at her, dumbfounded. They know they can't say something mean to her, but they don't know what to say because she is so RANDOM! Dang, we love this girl. Is she destined to be a famous science fiction author?

Stay tuned for the next installment; coming as soon as I can alone with her again!

An Evening Well Spent

We had our Primary Talent Show this evening and I was so pleased with how it turned out. Sorry, I don't have pictures to post-- I was too busy enjoying the show. Plus, our camera has never been the same since an unfortunate incident with sand in Oregon this summer.
Abe was the Master of Ceremonies, complete with "groaner" jokes. We had 25 acts, with a great variety. Clark did some TaeKwonDo. He let me help out with his one-step sparring and I got to make a death face when he took me out. Bethany played violin, and Elinor did piano.
What a delightful way to spend an evening. It was fun to connect with our fellow ward members and cheer for each other. Of course I'm biased, but I thought Abe did a fabulous job as MC. He did get another gig to help out with an upcoming Elders' Quorum Iron Chef style soup cook off. The secret ingredient is SALT!

This afternoon we headed to a park for the kids to play and for me to enjoy some time with a wonderful, neighbor-friend. I realized I was a bit starved for some adult conversation. We don't have quite as many homeschool club/activities going on this semester as last year. I am enjoying the lighter schedule, but I am missing the involvement with other amazing women. I'll have to think about how to balance that. Truth be told, I'm just afraid to take Cannon out to many places. He frightens me.

After the talent show we came home and finished reading Around the World in 80 Days. We really liked it. That is our next kids' book club book.

Unbelievable Fall Weather

We are enjoying a long stretch of unseasonably warm fall weather. The kiddos were anxious to get out and enjoy it.

Abe's parents gave these tricycles and wagons to the kids when Clark and Bethany were very young. They are the best! They are strong enough that even I can ride them. It's not very pretty. It may seem silly that even my older kids still enjoy them, but they do. They were pulling Cannon and Faith around in them today. They padded the wagon with leaves so the little ones could have a comfy ride.

Cruising the neighborhood with his big brother. Life is good.
















Bethany and her friends took Faith and Cannon to play at the neighborhood park for a little while. Faith loves to play with the big girls.













And what were these two doing collecting all those sticks?

I don't know. I tried to ask them, but neither could give me a good explanation of the purpose of the sticks. But they played with them for a long time. Once again, proof that kids don't need the latest and greatest techno-toys. Just give them a pile of sticks and call it good. This could save me some money for Christmas!

My sister runs a business (sweetcheeksbabydesign.com)--go check it out. Anyway, she orders a lot of products and gets tons of boxes. She wasn't sure what do do with all of them. I said, "BRING THEM HERE! My kids love to play with cardboard boxes!" Nothing makes you feel like a good parent like giving your kids a huge pile of trash to play with.

Trick-or-Treat Etiqutte by Betsy

What a ham. This is his "cheese" smile for the camera.





















Then he got this conk on his head. He ran into a bookcase. Clark got a very similar goose egg running into the same bookcase at the same age.




















Let the festivities begin. We had a great Halloween evening.
But I have some trick-or-treat issues I need to share.

I am totally fine with the trick-or-treat tradition. There are families, quite a few in home school circles, who don't want to be involved with trick-or-treating. They have very good reasons, which I can totally respect. They fill the void with other fun Halloween traditions and I say, "Good for you!" Some families don't feel comfortable going around their neighborhoods. Once again, "fine".

But as for me and my house, we will happily extort candy from our neighbors.







But last night I noticed an APPALLING lack of trick-or-treat manners.
There are two acceptable methods of trick-or-treating. The first, and my preferred is:
The children ring the doorbell. I open the door. They said (in a sing-song voice), "Trick-or-treat!"
I smile at them; Tell them how wonderful they look; Give them candy. They smile at me and say, "Thank you!".

The second method, less preferred, but still acceptable and possibly more in the spirit of the season:
They yell in a more menacing voice "TRICK-OR-TREAT!" before even ringing the door bell. I open the door; feign fright at their costumes; give them candy. They yell, "THANK YOU!" as they run away at full speed to their next house.

The "thank you" is key.

However, it is NOT okay to come to my door and just push your candy collecting pillowcase in my face and say nothing, before or after the candy. I will just wait for them to say something. It can get awkward.

And don't even think about coming without a costume. A couple of boys tried that. One of them, when questioned about his costume, said he was the "original white boy". I gave him one Jolly Rancher and told him to come back with a costume if he wanted good candy.

Yes, I realize that my response probably prompted the smashing of three of our pumpkins. Oh well. Someone must teach him.

And lastly. How old is too old to trick-or-treat? Might I suggest 13 or 14 TOPS!
Young men, once your voice changes--that's it. The gig is up. Just know that you will not get good candy at my house once you are as tall as I am.
This is Cannon's first trick-or-treat. My neighbor put candy in his bag and Cannon just stared into his pumpkin, like he couldn't believe she was just giving it to him.













Let the trading, bargaining and negotiating commence! But so help me if I find candy wrappers on the floor. . .!

In the spirit of Halloween

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I encouraged the kids to write Halloween stories.

Here is Clark's, which he has posted on his blog, but I can't resist sharing here. It is so disturbing. Please don't report us to anyone. I don't know where these ideas come from.

The Glass Doll by Clark

Once upon a time there was a family. In the family there was a mom, dad, brother and sister. One day the girl wanted a glass doll so the mom got her one. The girl was so happy. That night the mom heard a voice. "I am at the door," CRRREEEAAAKKK. The door opened. "I am at the bed, I am at the bed". Then the mom saw the glass doll with a kitchen knife. The next morning the girl went into the moms room and screamed. The mom was cut into a million pieces and the glass doll was siting on the bed with a bloody knife

TO BE CONTINUED...
Ahhhh! I found these pictures on the camera! Have you ever read Edith and the Lonely Doll series? Nevermind.

He did in fact continue it.


The glass doll continued... by Clark

That day they had the funeral for the mom. Every one was very sad. That evening the the girl smashed the glass doll and put in the trash can. That same evening the brother said to the sister that's a really ugly glass doll that you had. then the girl ran to her room and cried. That that night the brother heard a voice. "I am at the door," CRRREEEAAAKKK. The door opened. "I am at the bed, I am at the bed". Then the boy saw the the glass doll.It was all cracked up but glued together. And the doll had a rope in her hand. The next morning the girl went into the brothers room to say good morning but the boy was not in his bed.Then she looked in his closet and screamed. the boy was hanging by his neck dead. And the glass doll was in the closet holding the rope.

TO BE CONTINUED

Heaven help us.

This boy reads too much.

Abuelo y Espanol

Abuelo y Espanol.

Grandpa comes to help us with Spanish 2 or 3 times a month. We are using an online Spanish course that we quite like, called Power Speak.
Grandpa brings his laptop and the kids all squish around him on the couch and we try to learn Spanish.

There are two tricky factors to work around.
Factor#1 is the Cannon factor. This little boy is beyond adored around here. But, he is quite a busy, active, loud, fiesty, determined, squirmy little dude. I haven't had a baby like him before. Just think the opposite of Faith and that is Cannon! Like I said, we love him and he is so funny and interactive, but the Cannon factor is real and must be planned for.

Factor #2 is how fun it is to have Grandpa here and how much fun he is to show off for. Basically it looks like I have zippo discipline and kids are bouncing off the walls and getting seriously wound up. My dad probably wonders how it is that I haven't lost my mind being with them all day. But I swear, Dad, they aren't like that all day. You bring it out of them:P Here, look at the pictures to prove it:

See. . he is doing math. That's discipline, right?















Oh, and here Bethany is kindly helping Elinor with her math. We do have moments of peace. I'll have to think about how to encourage the peace and calm during Spanish lessons.

However, Dad, it would help if you didn't act out Spanish bull fights for them anymore! That seems to rile them up :P