Friday, April 20, 2007

It's in the Numbers



This might be a long one. Are you settled in for a bit of a saga? Here it goes: M and I bought a new bed when I was preggo with R (8 years ago.) We had been sleeping in a double bed, but when I was six months pregnant, there just wasn't room for me and my ever-expanding belly, the two regular and one body pillows that I slept with, and M. So, we got a bed. A big bed. A king-sized bed (California King, actually -- it's shorter in width, but longer in length than a regular king-sized bed.) We loved the bed and it loved us.

However, every night for those eight years (and even before, now that I think of it) M has complained about aches and pains about 10 minutes after getting in bed. I always thought that he mentioned them then because all was quiet and he realized that he had some pain. Some nights he needed Tylenol, some nights he didn't. He still slept okay, though. I, on the other hand, didn't have any pains when I got in bed, but often had lower back pain in the morning. When we both got up, we were like an old couple, hobbling around for awhile before we really got going. If M went upstairs to get the boys, he took the stairs very slowly.

We realized that we are too young to be acting like old folks, so M researched different beds for us and had it down to two kinds: the NASA created temperpedic foam beds and the air-mattress-like sleep number bed. We were always skeptical that the foam beds would last very long with heavy people like us, but we heard great things about them. The sleep number also got rave reviews by friends that had them.

So, last February when we were visiting my sister in California, M and I went to the Sleep Number store at the local outside, beautiful, I-wish-we-had-one-here-and-the-great-weather-to-go-with-it mall. All of the sales people were wearing pajamas in the store -- strange, but kind of cute. They have this process to determine your number.

M went first and layed down on the test bed (with a paper towel placed carefully under his head to protect him (and others) from germs, bugs, and whatnot.) The salesperson took him "all the way down to One" and then "brought him back up slowly" to where it seemed comfortable. M's number was 50 and he was in heaven. He didn't want to get up. Now, he had been in the bed long enough for the pain to set in, so I was pretty happy that he was so happy. Then it was my turn. She asked me how I slept, and I showed her how I sleep on my side. She took me all the way down to one. Going down to one felt like I was sinking into the bed. It was strange! Then she brought me back up to where I felt like the small of my back was supported enough (since that was my problem spot.) My number was 55. I was surprised that our numbers were so close together because generally M likes softer beds than I do. His number is firmer than mine, but not by much. The sales lady explained that even if we had the same number, it wouldn't feel the same to both of us because you set the number while you're in the bed and his body density is different than mine. I kind of get that.

Anyway, while the found our numbers, they took "pictures" of the pressure points of our bodies in the bed and compared a "before" (at the 100 number) to the "after" (at our sleep number). You could tell that the "before" had heavier pressure points and the sleep number "after" dispersed the pressure across our whole bodies. These "pictures" looked like a heat sensor-type picture.

So, we left the store and discussed it and slept on it a night (pun intended!) and decided to go for it (especially since it comes with a 30-day free trial). We ordered went back to the store and placed the order. "So you need any pillows?" she said, "Nope, we're set." we replied. We were able to order it in Cal and have the bed delivered to our house in the Midwest from the local dealer in the next town over. We were so excited to get our new bed. M's pain worsened on our old mattress, probably because he knew he'd be getting a better bed.

It arrived and we slept on it that first night. M was in heaven and I was just okay. After the third night on the bed, M woke up and bounded up the stairs (really) and was as happy as a clam in the morning, exclaiming that he felt more rested than he has in a decade.

I, on the other had stil had a bit of back pain and now even had some neck pain. We remembered that the sales person said to lower the number by five if we needed more support, so I lowered my number to 45 in the hopes that I would be as happy as M. OHMYGOODNESS I WAS NOT HAPPY. I woke up throughout the night in pain -- my knees hurt, my neck hurt, my shoulders hurt, my arms hurt, and my lower back hurt. How could all of this hurt from one night in a bed???? For goodness sakes, how can my arms hurt?? I couldn't believe the pain I was in and how tired I was. I did realized that I'm more of a stomach sleeper than a side sleeper and thought maybe this had something to do with it. M was distraught -- he was truly a new man and wanted me to be just as happy with the bed as he was. I wanted to be just as happy with the bed as he was! So, M got on the phone and called our salesperson, who was very helpful. She agreed that the problem was that I was a "cross side stomach sleeper" and we are the hardest to fit in the bed. (Great!) But, she did recommend a new pillow for me -- one that had to be purchased at a Sleep Number store because they're made especially for the way I sleep. She also suggested that we call the 800# and get our 30 days extended to 60 days of free trial, which M did.

Off we went to the store 20 miles away to buy a pillow -- a $50 pillow, mind you. A $50 pillow that is made out of hard foam and is flat -- totally different from my squishy, soft, down pillow that I scrunch up into a ball to fit right under my neck. I tried eight different pillows. They even measured my neck (very short) and shoulder width (not too wide) to find the pillow that would fit my body with my sleep position. Mind you, I was in tons of neck and shoulder pain from that fateful #45 night two nights before. But, this one pillow (that was recommended by this fancy little cardboard wheel thing that the salesperson spun around) did seem to be the most comfortable, even though I didn't really like it that much. We bought it (also with a 30-day free trial). I had some trepidations at using that pillow because it doesn't squish at all. I sleep on my stomach with my left arm under the pillow and my head on the pillow on top of my arm. It didn't feel any better the next day. It didn't feel any better the second morning. On the third morning it didn't hurt quite so much and on the fourth morning it was a little better. Finally, on the fifth morning, I was a new woman (oh, how I waited for that day!) No pain, lots of good sleep, and I jumped out of bed. Yahoo. Alleluia!

Now we're both sleeping great, but there's one thing that kind of bothers us about the bed -- it's made of two big airchambers that are connected in the middle by foam. Sometimes it feels like you're climbing up over a mountain to get to the other side. So, things like snuggling and spooning are a bit tricky. We have to get on one side or the other or else one of us is on the foam (these are the things that you don't get to try out in a store.)

On Saturday morning, M and I were discussing the bed. We had 10 more days of our 60 day free-trial and that darn NASA foam bed was teasing M in his head. He really wanted to give that bed a try. I thought it made sense too, if there was a way to do it over night. And there is. There are a bunch of hotels that feature the temperpedic beds and we found one near an outlet mall that I've been wanting to go back to so I could buy shoes. M jumped up and booked a room for Saturday night, I called the kennel and they could take Mackinac, and we told the boys to pack their swim suits and pjs -- we were going on a mini-vacation. The boys were psyched!

We went to the mall and got me three pairs of shoes, and everybody else in the family got a pair too. We spent $32 on "snacks" at the Harry and David store (I got wayyyy carried away there!) and we drooled over the LeCruset cookware and gasped at the extorbernant "outlet" prices.

Then, off to the hotel. By the way, the hotel also had a really cool pool area that we had a blast in. We go into the room and lay on the beds (the boys had twin temperpedic beds too) and they felt pretty comfy. Then I laid down next to the boys and read to them for half an hour and my back started to hurt. Hmmmm, that's no good.

M and I both had a rough night. We both woke up like old people, with pains here and there. We looked at each other with a big grin...we love our bed at home! We're both so glad that we crossed that NASA bed off of our list -- we made the right purchase decision and have no regrets. Thank goodness!

Now, as a reward for reading that long story, here are some pictures of the kids playing in the fun pool at the hotel:







Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Spring Haiku

I was reading all of the Haiku entries at Chris' blog (Notes from the Trenches) and decided that I wanted to write one. I'd love to be able to write one praising Springtime, like this one:

Spring time is here now
Daffodils, tulips, and more
Rising from the ground

or even one like this one

The sun is now warm
Shining on me all day long
How I love the sun


or maybe this one

Beautiful weather
Bike riding, kite flying, Yes!
Spring time warms my face

But instead, I can only write:

Daffodils drooping
Bowing down to the cold dirt
Snow in April? Yuck
.



Okay, the snow has just melted because we had a high of 40 degrees today, but the daffodils have melted as well.

By the way, the photo credit for this one goes to T (who doesn't understand why he can't have a digital camera of his own.)

Friday, April 13, 2007

Pinewood Derby

We had a super busy weekend one week last month that I haven't blogged about. Friday night was the Cub Scout's pinewood derby (which M was in charge of) and Saturday morning was the Hockey Banquet (which M was also in charge of). He's a very busy man! I'll write about the hockey banquet another time; this blog is dedicated to the pinewood derby on Friday night, in which R competed.

M was the Pinewood Derby chairman for the pack this year, which meant that he had to organize the whole thing -- reserve the track, set the date, get the rules and pinewood derby kits to everyone in the pack (representing about 25 boys in 4 dens), and MC the night's events. Of course, he also helped R with his car. You all may remember R's car from
last year when he designed the cool shark car. This year he designed a spider car -- a black car with a green spider web on it. R sketched it out on paper and then on the block of wood and (with M's help) cut it out with a variety of saws. R also did all of the sanding and painting on the car. Too much sanding, if you ask R.


M knew that the car would be fast because he had been studying the physics of pinewood derby cars all year (don't think that I'm kidding about this...it's true.) M videotaped every step of the way so that he could show that it was all above board. Since M was in charge of the whole thing, he didn't want to be accused of doing the work himself and not R when R beat the pants off of the competition. He even went as far as building a track in the basement so that they could race different cars that they made (they made two this year, but only raced the fastest) to see which one was faster (testing two different theories on weight placement and wheel angle and alignment.) M explained to R that there was some risk in the design that they chose because the wheels were angled slightly (six degrees) which would make them faster, but could mean that the powder graphite might fall out at some point and they wouldn't turn as smoothly. After testing it over and over, they decided to go with the very-fast-but-slightly-risky car design,

The Friday night came for the big race and R and M were pumped up. I was in charge of taking pictures of all of the kids with their cars, which was fun. I did this while the kids waited in line for the official car inspection. Everybody was excited. R waited in line and passed inspection except for one thing: his car was too heavy by 2/10ths of an ounce. M anticipated this and was prepared to help R by drilling out some of the lead that he had melted (in a cast iron skillet) and poured in earlier in the week. I guess it's better to be slightly overweight than slightly underweight. The goal is to be spot-on 5 oz. Here is R's car being inspected with M and R watching intently:


After inspection, R led the flag salute. He's standing at the end of the track watching as a dad helps put the flag in the stand. Notice how casual R is, with his hands in his pockets.

Once R's car made weight, he gave it to the judges and couldn't touch it until his turn to race. Here are some of the cars wating to race:



He had to wait because he raced in the second heat. The first heat included the boys who got #1 and #2 last year. Both of these boys are in M's den and are R's friends. Each time they raced, the beat the other cars by two or three inches. They both did great in their heat and moved onto the finals (which would take place after R's heat.) R's heat was next and I think that I held my breath the whole first race (which isn't really that long because they go fast.) R carefully placed his car right in the center of his lane -- just like his dad taught him -- ensuring that his wheels didn't touch either side of the center raised track.
He ran down to the end of the track so he'd have a good look at the finish line.
Then the race started -- bam! He got first by at least a foot!! Twelve inches! The other races were won by two or three inches, but R's car was a good foot in front of the other cars. I looked at M and he had a strange look on his face -- proud, but a little embarassed. The next time R raced, the same thing happened -- he won by a foot. Again and again, it happened. No one really knew that he was doing so well because he didn't race every race (they had 8 boys in the heat, but only raced 4 cars at a time, so it was hard to keep track.) I was so excited!


Then came time for the finals. R raced against five other boys, three of them were from his den. Such excitement! R won his first race by about six inches; he also won his second race by about six inches. He won his third race by about four inches (do you see a trend here?) He won his fourth race by two inches. And then it happened....third place....third place....third place.... third place...he got 4 third places in a row. M and R knew there was a risk, and it happened...the graphite was gone from the wheels and the car slowed down. R was still excited because he got fourth place (about 15 places better than last year) but was disappointed because he didn't get a medal and didn't get to go to the "districts". I think that M was more disappointed than R, but he and R have talked and have decided that NEXT YEAR they will only angle the wheels by 3 degrees instead of 6 degrees! I'm convinced that if by the luck of the draw, R had competed in the first heat with the #1 and #2 racers, he would have knocked them into second and third -- or even out of the competition -- because R's car was so darn fast those first races. It was fun, anyway :> Below is R's den with the boys proudly displaying their trophies, ribbons, and cars.


Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Winter Again?

Remember that whole post about how Spring is here? Well, forget about it. We had a high of 36 and four inches of snow today. Give me a break!!

We had a very nice Easter despite the freezing (literally) cold weather. M's parents, brother and sister-in-law came over for a nice visit. We set the table with our china, crystal, and silver for a lovely table. M made the most delicious leg of lamb ever after marinading it all night in a wet rub of olive oil, garlic and rosemary. It was yum-oh! We also had roasted potatos, grilled asparagus (after being marinated in balsamic vinigar marinade), a cherry jello with mandarine oranges in it, and dinner rolls. It was simple and great. For dessert, we had strawberry cupcakes with frosting and sprinkles.

The kids went to bed and all of the adults prepared for the Easter Bunny to come (if you know what I mean) and played some pegs and jokers. M made his now famous french martinis and we all had a grand time. The only bummer was that M's youngest brother didn't make it -- he had all sorts of things come up that prevented him from coming.

Sunday morning we were up bright and early to make the 9:00 service. We got there in plenty of time to get good seats. The service was nice and had lots of music, including a trumpet and flute (which I love because it reminds me of the church I went to in California.) T got hypoglycemic because he had nothing to eat (I felt sooo horrible) and burst into tears saying, "I just don't feel good." He was shaking, nausous and felt hot. As soon as we got out of church, I gave him a banana and he felt much better immediately.

We all went to a lovely brunch where we all ate too much and had a great time. It was the same mansion on the lake that we had brunch at last year. Because of the snow, it wasn't quite as glorious as last year when it was sunny, but it was still beautiful.

It was great having family over for this nice holiday :>

Friday, March 30, 2007

Photograhic Hearing

I don't think I've mentioned my amazement at R's ability to remember what I've said or read. For the past couple of months, we've been reading the Narnia series at bedtime. Both boys love the series and we're on book Five (out of seven in the series.) Usually I read a chapter a night, but this book has exceptionally long chapters, so I just read until bedtime and then put in the bookmark.

The next night I kind of fumble around for a minute or so, reading parts to myself to see where we left off. If I happen to say out loud "now, where were we?" R ALWAYS knows right where we were. Now, he isn't looking at the book, because I have them lay in their beds these days while I sit in the chair in their room. You'd think he just say, "oh, we're at the part where the guy got hit in the head...blah...blah..blah. But, no...He tells me were we are by QUOTING the last sentence that I read. Tonight, it just wowed me. Here's a reenactment:

Me: Now, where were we?

R: It hurts like a billy-o but it's fun. I know exactly what you mean.

Me: What?

R: Eustace said, "It hurts like a billy-o but it's fun". And Edmund said, "I know exactly what you mean."

Me: Oh...(as I'm skimming through the pages. And this is what I saw:)

Eustice said, "It hurts like a billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away."

"I know exactly what you mean," said Edmund.


Can you believe that???? Amazing. No wonder this kid is such a good student. I'm still amazed. He often does this, but tonight it was so precise... and who can remember "it hurts like a billy-oh" anyway? I asked R what a "billy-oh" is and he said he didn't know but he thinks it means that it hurts really bad.

Amazing!

For The Smell Of It

I was just listening to the local country music station and heard a song that reminded me of an adventure that we had a couple of months ago.

Once a year in our small town arena, there is a bull riding contest. I've heard about it each year that we've lived here, but have never gone. I had heard that it was fun and asked M if he thought we should go. "Sure" he said "the whole town goes to it. It's called 'Rock n Roll Bull Riding' this year." R was excited and T wasn't so sure about it. We talked it up and got a partial agreement from T-boy that he might have fun.

It looked like parking would be a pain, so we parked at my office and walked across the street. We could hear the rock-n-roll music blaring and felt the excitement in the air as we approached the will-call window. R started jumping up and down (as he does when he's excited -- I can't wait to see him on his wedding day waiting for his wife to walk down the aisle.) But. T wasn't excited. T immediately covered his mouth. As we walked a few more steps, I realized why he was covering his mouth - the bull*poop smell. It was pretty strong. T started crying loudly and stopped in his tracks. He was sobbing and saying "I can't do it. I can't do it." I knelt down and told him that he'd get used to it. "No I WON'T!" he sobbed with big huge tears rolling down his face. Sensing the crowd behind me wanting to press forward, I got a little stern and said, "you'll get used to it, let's go" and yanked him a bit.

To this he responded by throwing up right in the entrance.

A large puddle of puke in front of us, I helped T get over the puddle. At the same time, I motioned to a worker that there was a puddle of puke that needed to get taken care of, and I moved T over to the side to clean up his mouth. Before he threatened to do it again, I got a moment of inspiration. I told him that our seats were way up high and that we'd be really far away from the smell. If we held our breaths and hurried, we'd get up there before our noses even knew it. It worked....and we were off.

Relieved to be out of that messy situation, we settled down to hear T say, "oooh, yeah, you're right Mom. It smells better up here." Whew!

Have you ever been to a bull riding contest? Well, let me tell you, there isn't really a lot of bull riding that goes on. Mostly a lot of waiting and a lot of falling-off-bulls. In order to get a score, they have to stay on for eight seconds. Seconds. Only half of them got scores. (Yes, that means that half didn't even stay on for 8 seconds.) After the less-than-eight-seconds of bull-falling-off-ness, it would take seven minutes to get the next bull and rider ready. Let's just say that now I can check watching a bull riding contest off of my mental list of things to do in this town and call it a day. Luckily the men in my family (even T) enjoyed it. They can go again next year and do some male-bonding while I stay home and do my nails, or scrapbook, or blog, or anything...

Oh yeah, I need to tell you about getting T out of there. He declared that the only way he would leave is via an enclosed elevator that he would enter from the top of the stands. The only problem with that great idea was, you guessed it, there was no such elevator. So, we did the next best thing. I told him to take a deep breath and run for it. He did and we kept him in sight as he dashed down the steps, across the arena, and out the doors -- never looking back.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Spring Fever

It was 77 degrees here today. Yahoo! I'm a'hopin that Spring is officially here, but you never know in these here parts....we could get snow next week. Cross your fingers and say a few prayers that it is a lovely warm day on Easter like it was last year.

Here are the Signs of Spring that I've noticed:

  1. Daffodils are popping up (ours are about 4-5 inches high)
  2. We're in the middle of a thunderstorm right now.
  3. Our grass got really green over the past few days.
  4. Motorcycles are out and about (I never noticed that there is a motorcycle season, but there is here in the Midwest. In California, motorcycles are out all year round.)
  5. My grass allergies are acting up even with all the drugs I'm on (see #3 above)
  6. The kids wore shorts to school yesterday.
  7. The kids played outside all weekend.
  8. I hear birds chirping in the mornings.
  9. We grilled hamburgers over the weekend (one of R's favorite dinners)
  10. The ultimate sign of spring -- I saw a Robin yesterday :>

We just got back from the boys' school conferences and they are both doing great. T needs to work on some of his numbers a bit (he gets 12 and 15 confused in writing -- it's understandable). His teacher says that he's a delight in class and she looks forward to his answers when he participates in class. He sat there looking totally embarrassed the whole time during the conference, which was pretty cute. R is also doing really well in class. He's reading at a fourth grad level (he's in second grade) and absolutely excelling in science. He's great at math and loves to write, he needs to continue working on his writing (he has an occupational therapist that helps him too.) It's so nice to look forward to these conferences! I hope I never have to dread them.

On the way home from vision therapy today, R confessed that he had to turn over his clip in class. This means that he got a warning - this was for talking when he wasn't supposed to. He cautiously asked me if I was mad. I told him that I wasn't mad because he's a good kid and does his best. I told him to try to remember to be a good listener when he's in class. He got a big smile on his face and said that he'd try harder. Then he said, "thanks, Mom. It's in the past now and that feels good."

Monday, March 19, 2007

He's looking like a Jack-o-Lantern

Okay, I've heard you all complaining about how long it's been since I've blogged. It's been two whole weeks. As you've seen, I'm having HTML issues. I'll eventually fix that...somehow. In the meantime, here's a blog posting for you...

R had four teeth fall out in 10 days.

#1 Fell out at Aunt Shari's coffee bar in California
#2 Fell out was knocked out by his brothers bony bottom (when he sat/thumped/crashed down on R's face while wrestling)
#3 came out while I was reading Narnia as a bedtime story. R kept working it and working it, then said, "here's another one, mom"
#4 Fell out at about 8:30 pm after R had been in bed for half an hour. I didn't know it was so close to coming out. Evidently, he did, since he spent that half an hour wiggling it back and forth in bed.

Now that he is missing four teeth, he can't bite into anything at all. Whenever I see him with his hands in his mouth, I say, "stop wiggling your teeth! You won't be able to eat anything!" R seems to think that is funny.

He went from being the "only boy in second grade with all his baby teeth in his mouth" to a crazy looking jack-o-lantern boy who is as pleased as punch (that's a saying that you start saying when you start getting old -- pleased as punch.) You'll see in the picture below that not only does his mouth look crazy, but he needs a haircut REALLY BAD. He is completely missing his top two teeth and his new ones on the bottom are barely coming in.



Just to prove that he has all of his baby teeth, here is T doing some sort of cheer on his birthday last month (maybe he was just excited that he got to have birthday cake for breakfast! After, of course, eating yogurt so his mom would feel like she wasn't a terrible mom for feeding her kid cake for breakfast.)


Sunday, March 04, 2007

Testing

I seem to have lost everything on the right side-bar. This is a test to see if it's back.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

How Can He Be Six?

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This is T's birthday week. He turned six on Monday. Actually, it has been his birthday month. It started while we were visiting my family in California. He got presents from my sister and my folks. He absolutely loves the dog quilt that his Grammie made for him (he's snuggled up in it right now.) He also got a fun airplane that he played with in the park in California.
Then, the next weekend was a trip to visit Gram-on-the-Lake for a whirlwind Saturday. Here's what we did:

  • We drove late Friday night, put the kids to bed and visited with Gram and Gramp til past midnight.
  • Woke up bright and early for a tasty breakfast: sausage, eggs, English muffins, and strawberries.
  • The boys, M, and Gramp went out on the ice (M and Gramp shoveled the ice while the boys skated.) Gramp played goalie while R took him on one-on-one (and loved it!). T had a blast with the freedom of skating all over the frozen lake.

  • We took off for lunch at a 1950's diner that has a miniature train deliver your food. T loved it until the whole restaurant sang "happy birthday" to him while the train delivered a birthday cupcake. He was mortified! And very angry at me that I told them that it was his birthday.

  • Luckily, he cheered up when we went slot car racing at a great place that we had discovered the week before when we had two hours to kill before flying to California. It's also a throwback to the 1950's and was tons of fun.



  • Wait, the fun is not over yet....we also went to an AMAZING Children's Museum where Gram, Gramp and we all had a blast -- climbing, building, exploring, inventing, and playing with water were all on the fun-filled agenda.




  • Finally, we went to a New Orleans restaurant that had live jazz music. The boys especially loved the trombone and very tall bongo drums.

  • Then, we drove home....in an snow/ice storm. (That's a long story that I'll save for another day.)

All in all, a pretty darn fun birthday for an amazing SIX year old!


Thursday, February 08, 2007

Cold Front

On monday morning when I woke up it was -12 degrees.
Today when I woke up it was +12 degrees.
I guess we're on a warming trend...

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Cousins and Skiing

I was looking at this picture and it reminded me of a story that I wanted to blog about. This is a picture of all of the Smith cousins. The boy in the middle of the front row (the angelic blonde one) is the youngest. The last time we saw him, he was just a toddler. Evidently T didn't remember him, so he kept forgetting his name. The two didn't get along that well. C (the youngest) had a thing for T's toys and tried to play with him any chance he got. T got exasperated at the situation and told his Aunt, "that new kid of yours is really annoying!." Too funny, huh.

A note about the weather: It's -5 outside right now and we're in the middle of a blizzard. That means that it's really cold and snow is blowing everywhere.


When it was warmer (in the 20's) we took the kids skiing for the first time. My knees are bad, so I just took pictures. They did pretty well (the boys and M, I mean). Here are some highlights:


The boys practiced "skateboarding" on one ski to get the feel of the ski before putting on two skis.


M and the boys pose proudly on the slopes.


M holds T in between his legs while going up the tow rope. They have just gotten off the rope in this picture. T can do it all by himself now!


T celebrates his victory over the slopes.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Gold Rush Competition

I've been told by many folks here that you need to get out in the snow in order to appreciate it and enjoy winter. "They say" that if you don't, you just end up despising it and hating winter all winter long. That isn't hard with my family, all of the boys (including M) love the snow and winter sports. Last weekend was a big one which included a Cub Scout outing called Gold Rush.
This is an all-council activity in which the scouts form dog-sled teams to pretend to go into the Yukon during the gold rush. Each team has 4-8 boys, with one being the musher and the others being the "huskies." The boys had been studying for this for a month and M had his den take a test to see who would be the musher. R was the only one in the den to get 100%, so he was the musher. It's a very important job because only the musher can speak to the judges. The musher is the leader and the scoring includes leadership points. R did great! They had 5 different activities: first aid, where they had to make a stretcher out of a blanket and poles; "cooperative skiing' where all six of the kids were on these long wooden skis and they had to travel 20 feet: tree and animal track identification; trading post purchases where they had to make smart decisions on what to buy; and they had to save a wooden "man" who fell in the ice. What a fun day it was! R was amazing. The trading post judge said that he showed the most leadership of all the teams he saw that day. He listened to his teammates and then made great decisions. We don't know who won yet, but we're very proud of his den!
R poses with his team before the first competition. He's holding the clipboard (in a plastic bag) which he had to give to the judges at each station. No adults were allowed to coach or even talk to the boys once the competition started.

R tries to regain his balance while leading his team on the cooporative skis. This was the hardest event for the boys. They had some ups and downs, but did make it!

Another view of the team on the coop skis.



Transporting the "victim" on the home-made stretcher. Evidently, it was quite funny.

R and his team pulling the sled to the next station. The sled is full of the provisions they'd need in the Yukon, including a first aid kit, water, blankets, and so on.


Friday, January 19, 2007

Ice Storm Redux

You may have heard that the Midwest was hit by a huge ice storm this week. It was actually on Monday, which was a holiday so there weren't tons of accidents on the highway. (You can tell that I'm adjusting to this midwesterner thing 'cause I said "highway" an not "freeway.") Anyway, we saw on the news that this crazy, slow-moving storm that started in Texas was working its way up towards us. People in the Plaines States had been without electricity for days. (This is the same storm that caused freezing weather in 'ole sunny California too.) At about 11:00 pm on Sunday night, M was worried that we'd lose our electricity too and freeze right inside our house. We had highs of 17 degrees for three days. We have a gas heater, but it's triggered by electricity to kick on. So, M took off to find a heater. He went to get an oil heater, but ended up getting a butane one because there was no one selling oil at midnight. Meanwhile, I got some flashlights and candles together and put them in strategic places. When he got back, we discussed our plan for heating the house if we were without power for days. (We decided that we'd hole up in the kitchen because the oven could help keep us warm and it has low ceilings (easier to keep the heat where we need it.) Then we went to sleep.

We woke up at 4:30 AM to the clicking sound of our clock going on and off. We also noticed that the nightlight outside our room kept glowing on and off, which was kind of eerie. It had happened as we thought -- the electricity was dead. I pulled up the covers, rolled over and went back to sleep. M tried to for a few minutes, then said "I'm going to Walgreens to get batteries and cash." I woke up right away because I was nervous about him driving. Remember, this is an ICE STORM, which meant that there was ICE everywhere, including the streets. He said that he needed to go, just in case the electricity stayed out for days -- we'd need the batteries and cash. So, I said a little prayer and watched him pull away ever so slowly on the ice-covered streets. By the way, did you know that 4-wheel drive does squat on ice? You just slip and slide. For this reason, he took our car that has manual-transmission so that he could just down shift to stop instead of applying the brakes.

He came back about an hour later and soon the boys woke up. They were very excited to have the lights out because they got to play in the playroom with flashlights. Their excitement did wear off five hours later when they realized that the TV, video game, and computer all need electricity! I was terribly disappointed to realize that our gas oven wouldn't work without electricity because it has a computerized temperature control thingy. I was really bummed! I had planned on baking cookies, bread, and all sorts of things all day long -- I was really looking forward to it. Anyway, after reading books and playing board games, we got our electricity back on by about 1:00. We're calling it an adventure! Here are some pictures that we took. They don't do the beauty justice, but it gives you an idea of the wonderland that we had in our back yard for a few days.

You can see the mini ice cicles hanging off of the crabapples on our tree below:

I tried to get a close-up so that you folks on the West Coast could see something that you've never seen before: ice frozen all over these branches. They completely cover them -- like the branches have little ice socks on them.


Look at the ice "fringe" on this patio chair.



A winter wonderland in my backyard.




Tuesday, January 09, 2007

All Dressed Up with A Place To Go

Boy, did my boys look good -- and I mean ALL of my boys (M, R, and T.) They were all in Uncle Dan's wedding last week and they all wore tuxedos! M was a groomsman, R was the ring bearer, and T was a greeter, passing out programs.
First, was the rehearsal on Friday night. The boys (R and T) wore matching sweaters that Gramma gave them (she gave them to my boys and to her other grandsons). We brought in the boys Leapsters (educational handheld video games) and headphones so that they could be quiet and occupied in the church when they weren't needed. This is how they looked for the half hour that they had to wait before R's turn to practice. (T never had to practice, so he happily played the whole time.)

Then R was called to practice walking in with H, his cousin and the flower girl. They took their jobs very seriously and walked as calmly as they could down the aisle after all of the bridesmaides walked down. They also had to stand up with the wedding party during the whole wedding. Here they are waiting to practice. (H is holding the "practice bouquet" that we made at the bridal shower.)
After the rehearsal, we dropped the boys off at M's cousin's house so she could babysit them (and get them to sleep) while M and I went to the rehearsal dinner. It started at their bedtime and we wanted them to not be too tired for the wedding the next day.

On the wedding day, M had to leave with the other groomsmen bright and early at 8:00 AM. I'm not sure why they had to get together so early, the wedding wasn't until 2:30. My boys had to be at the church at 1:45, so we had a nice morning together. First we had a great breakfast at the hotel buffet (made to order omlettes, waffles, plus more.) Then we read four chapters of a book that R got for Christmas. After that, it was an hour swimming in the pool. After swimming, the boys took a quick shower and I bought them a crazy-expensive hotel-movie ($11.99) so that they'd have something to occupy them while I showered, dried my hair, curled my hair, and put my make up on -- all in peace. Somewhere between drying and curling my hair, I fixed the boys some lunch -- a floor picnic of a banana, apple slices, cheese and crackers, and chocolate milk. (The fruit and milk was snuck up from the breakfast buffet. Shhhh.)

I took the boys to church in their street clothes, bringing the tuxes along to put on when we got there. (Who knows what dirtiness could happen on the 30 minute drive!). We joined the groomsmen in the church basement, which the boys loved because it had a pool table, air hockey, and foosball game.
The wedding went without a hitch. I forgot to mention that I was also in the wedding. I read a poem and successfully got through it without crying. Though, I did cry plenty later on in the wedding. How is it that I forgot to pack kleenix in my purse??? Anyway, everybody did their job wonderfully. T was a hit in his handsom tux passing out programs; R didn't trip or run as he walked down the aisle; and M looked great standing up with the groomsmen.

After the wedding, there were pictures at the church and pictures at the reception. The two-hour dinner was four courses, with sorbet before the main course to cleanse the pallate. (T was excited because he thought it was dessert and the dinner was over.) It was pretty late by the time dancing started (9:00, our time) so the boys were bushed. R could have dance all night, but T got pretty tired. R danced with the flower girl all night -- they were so cute. T danced with whoever would dance with him, getting a bit crazy when he did. Here are some great dancing pictures.

The ring bearer and the flower girl, dancing the night away:

The mother of the groom (gramma) and T doing the swing:

R and H looking pretty darn proud, cute, and adorable:

At 10:30 I took them back to the hotel so they could crash. They were pretty proud for staying up until 12:00 EST like big boys!

Monday, January 01, 2007

Sickness-Christmas-Recovery

Last year I got really sick on Christmas night and was sick for a week. This year I got really sick on the Thursday before Christmas and was sick for a week. I hate this trend! On the Wednesday before Christmas, I was up with T from 12-3 while he proceeded to throw up on every bed he laid on (specifically, his bed on the very-hard-to-reach-top-bunk, and the guest bed). When I went into his room the first time he got sick, he was kneeling over this mound of barf (sorry for the details, but if I had suffer through it, I'm gonna make you suffer through it!). So, he was kneeling over this mound, and he looked up and said, "I got sick, but I didn't get it on any of my stuffed animals!) He was right, he didn't. Amazing. I got him out, cleaned him up, and got him settled in the guest bed -- with a big bowl next to him. I also gave him some good 'ole Pepto Bismol. After he fell asleep two hours later, I went down to bed. A half an hour after that, he came down and said, "I did it again and it's really pink!" ARghhh! After getting him cleaned up and settled down again, I went back to bed feeling a bit queasy. Sympathy nausea, I thought. I was wrong! I called in sick on Thursday and thought I was better on Friday, so I got a bunch of stuff done. By Saturday I knew I was not better and on Christmas day I thought I was going to die! I managed to take enough Imodium (we should be stock!) to make it through the three and a half hour car ride to M's folks' house, where I crawled up to bed and slept for three hours. M felt crappy too -- he had it too, but thankfully not as bad as I did. And, even more thankfully, nobody in the Smith house caught it!


Enough about me, now here's Christmas.

We each picked a present to open on Christmas Eve morning. I opened a present from my boys, which was researched and purchased by M. It's a new digital camera. I'm so lucky!! My old one frustrated me to no end because it didn't take good pictures indoors and I always missed the good pictures because I had to wait so long for it to take a picture after pressing the button. Here's the very first picture I took -- it's through a dirty window in the house. Yep, those are wild turkeys in our back yard!



The boys made cookies for Santa and got a carrot for Rudolph. (I'm still learning that I have to manually turn on the flash on my new camera, so some of the pictures are dark, but you get the idea.)

Here are the boys on Christmas morning -- seeing the wonder that Santa left them below.

M and I gave R a new bike. It's red and has really cool pin striping on it. He loves it and can't wait to ride it.

M designed and built an awesome art work bench for T. I had the joy of stocking it full of fun supplies. T loves it!
On the 27th we went with the cousins to the King Tut exhibit at the museum. All of the kids really love it. Here are all five cousins doing their best "King Tut impression." (R is pretending his hands are the cobra on the head-dress.)
It was a fun time with the cousins!
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