Sunday, May 31, 2009

Popsicles for Disneyland

(scroll down for the pictures!)

That Popsicle Stand idea Addy had? Wow! I had no idea children were capable of raking in so much cash!

See, just before April general conference, Aaron and I were trying to figure out how to manage all the trips we wanted to take. We wanted to get down to Arizona to visit Aaron's grandparents, attend a family reunion at Mount Rushmore, and maybe go to Cincinnati for Aaron's graduation. On top of that, we want to get down to Disneyland before our kids get too old to have stars in their eyes. All that traveling and hotel nights and everything can really add up though! And besides that, there's still lots to do on our house to get it ready to sell. Even more $$$.

So, Aaron and I had been talking this over fairly regularly, trying to figure out which trips to cut . . . only our choices changed every time we talked. Then, during conference, we listened to Elder Hales' talk on providing providently. He told a story about his family saving up for a year for a "dream trip" down the Colorado River. Aaron and I took one look at each other, and a fabulous idea was born. At our next family council, we asked the kids if they wanted to start saving up for a trip to Disneyland. Um, yes, they did.

After that we started brainstorming ideas with them in the car and at bedtime or whenever. Emerson volunteered (okay, we sort of bribed him) to drop out of preschool for June (when we'll be out of town for most of the month anyway), and the kids offered to contribute part of their allowances. But it was Addy who came up with the idea for the popsicle stand. We had talked about lemonade stands before, but the popsicle thing was all hers. Pure genius.

They started one sunny afternoon in early May (there weren't many of them at first, to be honest) with a sign colored in marker and a cooler filled with ice and popsicles. It took them a couple of hours, but eventually they managed to drum up a few customers. They talked a few of the students from the school across the street to part with seventy-five cents, and after that, word spread like wild-fire. By last week, kids started lining up across the street before we even got set up. Addy and Emerson have this whole spiel that they do to attract customers. It goes something like this. "Popsicles, seventy-five cents! Cold and delicious! Purple, orange, and pink! And there's two of them, because they're twin pops!" They've even added merchandise, branching out to sell ice-pops as well. So far, they've saved up $275. And I think they just might appreciate taking the trip in February after all their hard work even more than they would have if we had tried to squeeze it in this summer.

Well, while Addy and Emerson were flexing their entrepreneurial muscles, Theo pretty much lucked out by scoring a trip with Aaron down to Arizona to visit his great-grandma and grandpa for a week. We had procrastinated a trip down there for too long, worrying about completely overrunning Aaron's grandparents with our sheer mass. A visit from just Aaron and Theo seemed like the perfect solution, so the two of them packed up and drove down to Bismarck, North Dakota, where they got a cheap flight down to Phoenix.

Let me tell you, Theo had a great time exploring Grandma and Grandpa Mitchell's place, which is like a clock museum and a cool stuff museum all rolled up into one. He took his little camera along to snap pictures for Addy and Emerson, and brought back pictures of at least thirty different clocks and a variety of other things, notably nude sculptures with great close-ups of the private parts--gotta love those seven-year-olds! They went out for dinner every night, mostly to Mexican places (I drooled with jealousy every night), and Theo loved all the attention . . . and all the Sprites. Their favorite outing, though, was probably the visit to Organ Stop Pizza, this crazy place where a huge theater organ rises up out of the floor and an organist performs old-fashioned movie theater organ music while customers enjoy pizza. It looks amazing, and I can't wait until the rest of us have a chance to visit.

It was a great trip for them, and a good week for us at home, too. Aaron and I decided the kid division was pretty fair--Theo really does require triple the parenting of the other kids . . . in a good way. I had fun painting the kitchen cabinets as a surprise for Aaron while he was gone, and when he got back, we got new countertops installed! I wish I wasn't so affected by my surroundings, but having an updated look in the kitchen has done wonders for my feelings of contentment when I'm cooking meals and making cookies.

Other random nuggets about the kids: they've had such a blast finally playing outside! Honestly none of us wants to come in at night especially since sunset doesn't happen until after nine o'clock. School is starting to wind down, but the kids don't technically get out until June 24. Like any reasonable parents, we're ripping them out early for a trip down to Cincinnati for Aaron's graduation. We suppose they can go back for a couple of days after we get back. If they want to. Emerson is having poop problems again. Ugh. And Sera has figured out how to get the doorknob thing off her door so that she can raid the cookie jar at night. I've been a basic failure at teaching piano lessons for about two months now, which is kind of sad--but remember, they've been outside at last! Theo and Addy read a bunch for the Mayor's May Mega-minute reading challenge. And favorite phrases from Sera include "My diddit in washing nashine" (my blanket is in the washing machine), "Ay-ant! Ay-ant!" (regarding the ants that have invaded our home), "I yuh you so much honey!" (I love you so much--the "honey" gets tacked on to a lot of things), and of course "Sickles! Fooey-five say-ents!" (Popsicles, seventy-five cents).We hope you had a great month too!

Arizona Adventures . . . and other stuff


Theo with Grandma Mitchell . . . in a limousine!

Definitely not in Kansas . . . er, Canada, anymore

Whatever else he might miss, Aaron never forgets to take a picture of a rental car!

The crazy-cool theater-organ pizza place where they went for dinner one night

Theo with his great Grandma and Grandpa Mitchell

Meanwhile, back at the camp . . .

Brothers
I went on two field trips with Addy's class this year, not because I wanted to help out, but because I wanted to take pictures. I forgot my camera both times. This time, instead of signing up, I just showed up on location with my camera--it made a fun outing for Emerson and Sera at least. Twenty minutes later, Addy threw up. Fieldtripfail.

Overlooking Wascana lake
Feeding the geese (or "duckies" as Emer and Sera kept saying)

Addy with her friend Lexi
Bouncing around with her friend Diego (hmm, maybe this wasn't a good idea)
Emerson went down this slide before I even had to "persuade" him--that's a first!

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Is it really (sort of kind of mostly) Spring??

(pictures coming SOON!!!)

So, April was good. Yes, I was still recovering from winter a bit, and I found it harder than expected to kick my negative attitude toward my city and my house, but when the sun comes out, things just look brighter.

Aaron kicked the month off with all manner of concerts. For starters, there was his choral concert, which featured his Chamber Singers singing everything from Renaissance to Romance, and his Concert Choir, which sang African-American spirituals and gospel music. If you closed your eyes you could almost imagine that you weren't listening to a bunch of white prarie kids! The following week, Aaron conducted the orchestra in The Magic Flute overture and Schubert's Unfinished Symphony. Then he brought in the combined choirs for Beethoven's Choral Fantasy. Wow. Sometimes when I watch him I just have to sit back in awe. The Choral Fantasy involves full orchestra plus a piano soloist, two vocal trios, and a full choir. That's pretty complicated. How did it go? Flawlessy. I'm not exaggerating--it really was a brilliant performance.

So did he have time for anything else? Well, only if you count finishing up and submitting his dissertation, getting notes back on it from his reviewers, making corrections, and turning in the final copy. Oh, and taxes. In all of that, he didn't miss Family Home Evening even once, made time for a couple of dates with me, a couple with the kids, and dealt with our basement sewer backing up without missing a beat. The man is a machine. A very attractive machine.

Right, so about that basement; we couldn't be more thrilled. We've been wanting to redo it for ages, but have been too busy and too poor (or at least too unwilling to pay the higher Canadian prices for all things home-renovationy). Thanks to a little (it really was only a little) sewer back-up, we just have to pay the deductible and then pay for any extras (of which there will be several). Yay! And then guess what? We're moving! Not out of Regina (yet). But we've decided that we've outgrown this house and that the cost of maintaining a house in this climate is not really worth it anyway. So we're going back to renting! I know it sounds crazy, but honestly, this house has been no end of headaches. With any luck we'll be able to fix stuff up and get out of here with some kind of profit that we can save for our next big move. We're just hoping we can find a nice place to rent without moving too far away from the kids' schools and such.

And now, for your reading enjoyment, may I present: Our Children! My last few posts have been way too self-absorbed. All kinds of things have happened with the kids in the last few months.

To start with, Theo has become some sort of cross between a genius and a tornado. That's not entirely fair, because he's actually doing better at keeping his room clean, but his teacher's main complaint at parent teacher conferences was the disorganization of his desk and his tendancy to bite all his pencils to bits. I tried to keep a straight face, but inside I was cracking up. He's my kid for sure. During the winter, his class had swimming lessons twice a week, which he did well with, and he learned how to skate during class visits to the rink across the street every couple of weeks. Thank goodness for that! I basically abhor skating (I'm awful), so he never would have discovered how much he loves it otherwise. By all accounts, he's gotten pretty good, although he hasn't talked me into hockey classes yet (lots of emergency room visits in that sport). He has also enjoyed our weekly science experiments here at home, he can kick it behind the piano, and he's gotten pretty good at cooking (when he can stop licking his fingers for long enough to mix the ingredients together). Addy, Emerson, and Sera all adore him, although I don't think it would kill him to be a little nicer to them. One thing he said this month: "Mom, you know what I love about daddy? His burps and farts." In deference to Aaron, I must add that he's not at all over the top in that category, but wow--that's a seven-year-old boy for you!

As for Addy, most of her conversations begin with the words "When I'm a mom . . . ." She has it pretty well planned out, but sometimes I just want to pick her up and squeeze her and say "no, no! Enjoy being five! Five is awesome!" In the mornings she helps Sera get dressed and eventually gets around to her own chores as well (although that frequently means stuffing things under the bed). Last week she started arts and crafts classes again, and brings home more projects than we can possibly display every week. She's not the world's biggest fan of reading, but since Sera has started lugging stacks of books over to her bed every night and insisting that she read them, she's definitely improved. This girl has quite the imagination too--she comes up with ideas for businesses left and right, recently informing me that she wants to open an art school when she grows up. She also suggested opening a Popsicle Stand in our front yard so she can make money off the kids who attend school across the street. It opens Monday.

Emerson cracks me up every single day. I'm pretty sure I've convinced him of his cuteness, because whenever I get that twinkle in my eye, he looks over and says "am I the cutest in the world?" Which, of course, he is. Theo continues to tutor him on all sorts of things after the lights go out at night. Some of this is good--he knows all his letters now, no thanks to me, and can do some pretty impressive arithmetic. On the other hand, he frequently worries about his relative "coolness." He is concerned that people will laugh at him over his fondness for Dora and the Wiggles. It makes me want to twist Theo's nose, but I guess everyone gets a different perspective on life based on their birth order.

Sera? She's into everything. But I kind of love it. How can I not laugh when I walk into the kitchen to find her shoving an entire chocolate chip cookie into her mouth? Or when she sets up the bathroom sink with bubbles and bath toys? Or when I find her snuggled up, blanket in hand, looking completely adorable . . . aside from the peanut butter or jam covered fist that she's sucking on? Her score on the "spirited" scale is only topped by her score on the "hugs" scale. She gives good ones. Especially when she gets out of time out for the fourth time after sneaking yet another cookie, and doesn't mean the "sorry" she says one little bit. Oh, the latitude granted to a youngest child!

Monday, April 27, 2009

Easter Eggs and the Sunny South (if Montana is south)


EASTER

Painting Easter eggs
Emerson's expressions were the best part

Easter baskets

Easter pictures
Farewell to Winter (at last)

They can finally run again!


TRIP TO MONTANA (Aaron adjudicated for a choral festival--the rest of us just tagged along for free hotel nights)
"What's that? Sun? What's sun? I don't remember seeing such a thing in the recent past"

Visiting the Air Museum

Theo and Addy: their relationship encapsulated

Is that Jesus? Nope, just Theo

Yup, we were at the hotel pool for approximately eight hours each day

But that wasn't enough water play for Sera

. . . 'cause she really likes water--this kept her entertained for hours

All that play left the kids pretty tired . . . but not too tired for Sponge-bob

You should have heard these two whispering secrets to each other

And kissing good-night