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I'm going to update you on the past 23 days in pictures. Seriously, 23 days? Positively shameful!

George squriting himself with a water bottle. It was about 10 minutes of quality entertaiment.

Bradley + leaf blower + basket of balls = 45 minutes of quality entertainment.

He hovered a variety of different types of balls. This was the best picture of my squishy Miracle Ball. It was fun watching the ping pong balls shoot out too.

We spent five weekends (yes, that's right, FIVE weekends cleaning and remodeling our garage. It had seven years of accumulation and junk and roach poop. It was A LOT of work, but so worth it. We hauled a bunch of stuff away to Goodwill, painted, and got carpet for half the garage, so the kids could play and study in there. This deserves a whole post, so hopefully I will post.

Always a good spot for the cordless phone. It's hanging on the back of the blinds on the back door.

Squeeze bottles for relish are just not a good idea. Chunks of pickle just don't come out smoothly from a 1/2 inch hole, and sometimes you end up with a pile.

Jason turned 5 years old!! But he crushed his birthday crown doing a flip off the couch.

We have moved onto rectangle cakes that are easily divisible by 9.

Playing in a box of crayons.

The after picture. Just to give you an idea of how much work this is....normally our garage is filled to maximum capacity with bikes, storage bins, gardening stuff and junk. We took it ALL out and it was on our lawn. People thought we were having a garage sale. I painted it a semi-gloss white, and that black on the right hand side is chalk board.

Wendy learned how to ride her bike without her training wheels. Mostly.

We got a new pencil sharpener. It was totally awesome, but it broke one week later :( 

I am shopping for a vintage steel one on eBay. I cannot find a good pencil sharpener!

"Look, Mommy! Four legs!"

Daddy and George. My husband and I decided we don't take enough pictures of ourselves with the kids, so we are trying to take more so our kids remember what we looked like after we are dead.

Reading. George loves books.

She's looking so grown up!

Wendy's a nut.

This is the night that Jason ate an entire 20 oz. can of crushed pineapple for dinner.

Finishing his ice cream.

Whip cream!

There. That should be good for a few days? Weeks? I promise not months.

Famous Hair

Rachel went to the "salon" today to get her hair done. After her appointment she was checking her texts.

I think George is thinking, "What? We can touch Mommy's iTouch?"'

 Realizing her talent for hair styling, Sarah decided to start her own business today. She hired Emily as an employee. 

It's called "Famous Hair: Hair for Famous (and ordanary) People

The Stylist and her own hair do.

Another Asian inspired style on Rachel.

Today was also Emily's half birthday.

(That's our new white board that I am loving in the playroom. We got a sheet of glossy wall board that we bought at Lowes  for $11.84. It works awesome with regular dry erase markers. It was much cheaper than buying a real white board.)

It was Bradley's idea to use the number candles that we had on hand to make the 10 3/6 fraction. It makes me happy to see him applying his math skills.

Beauty and the Bruise

Sarah told me the other day that she wants to be a hair stylist when she grows up. I think she might make it big in Asia. She also told me today that she wants to be a "creator". She wants to be "an artist, a  really good sewer [a person who sews], and a girl with the best cursive."

My mom used to tell me the story of when I was little. I was about eight years old. My family moved from New York State to California and they tested me to see where to place me in school. I don't remember a whole lot about the testing, but I think it involved some sort of IQ test and an interview with a psychologist. The psychologist asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. My response was "A hairdresser or a gymnast." When the psychologist met with my parents she expressed her concern that my aspirations were not very high. My mom thought, "Good grief. She's eight years old, she's in gymnastics, and she got a Barbie Head for Christmas. What do you expect her aspirations to be?" Maybe my parents should have bought me the game Operation instead so I could aspire to be a surgeon.

To be honest, I have never aspired for any type of businessy career. My only desire through childhood, college, and now was/is to be a mother. My mother was a great example. I was home with her until I went to kindergarten. I never went to preschool. I remember following her around and learning how to be a mom. She taught me how to vacuum, dust, load a dishwasher, set a table, make pigs in a blanket, wash grapes. I have good memories. Even though I have few vivid memories of being home with my mom ages birth through five, because I was so young, I remember her presence. I remember her hugs, I remember her counting to three and swinging me into my crib at naptime. I remember sitting on the couch with her and watching Donahue, Young and the Restless, and General Hospital. I didn't always sit and watch the TV, because I was probably busy coloring in my coloring book, playing with my paper dolls or my Little People dollhouse and ferris wheel. But having her there was a comfort. I knew if I wanted to, I could hop on the couch and lay my head on her lap and she would scratch my back.

I even wanted to wear hats just like my mom.

Rachel has been potty trained for a good eight months or so, but recently I've been trying to train her to do it all by herself. Usually the conversation goes something like this:
"Mommy, I nee' go potty."
"Ok, go ahead. If you go by yourself and come back with your panties on, I'll give you a piece of chocolate."
She chuckles and runs to the potty and comes back to tell me, "I go potty!"
Then I give her a dark chocolate Hershey Kiss. I'm on such autopilot with the routine, she'll probably work it until she's like ten years old.

Well, this all happened today, except Rachel did not come back with her panties. In fact, I don't think she even began her day with panties. She couldn't go to her room to get panties because George was sleeping in there. So she did not earn her chocolate. Needless to say she was not happy about it, so she took it upon herself to retrieve her own reward by climbing onto the kitchen counter to raid my Kiss stash. I believe this is the first time she has ever climbed onto the kitchen counter. Unfortunately, Rachel is not a natural-born monkey and she fell off the counter and banged the side of her face on the floor. She was very sad and spent most of the afternoon on the couch pouting. I'm pretty sure she was more disappointed that she didn't get chocolate than about the painful bruise on her cheek. Anyway, my point is that I held her for an entire half hour. She rested her head on my chest and let out an occasional sob. I enjoyed every moment of it. Not because she was hurt, but because I got to snuggle with her and soothe her with my make-it-feel-better kiss stash. It made me feel like a mom.

A few years ago I was grumpy about staying home with my children. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it, but it seemed mundane and frustrating at times. I complained one day to my husband and he kind of put me in my place. Ok, so he did put me in my place. He reminded me that I have the best job in the world. My attitude changed from that point. I agree that it is the best job in the world. At the end of the day I might have a rainbow of melted M&M stains on my white shorts from a toddler that has no sense to wipe his face before giving my leg a hug, a piece of elbow macaroni squished on the bottom of my flip flop, hand prints on my windows and a dented dishwasher, but I love it. I love I can be there for my kids. Even if I steal a moment to catch a glimpse of Shephard Smith or Anderson Cooper in my bedroom in the afternoon (on the TV), my kids know where to find me......and they do. Everyday at 4 o'clock I hear shouts from downstairs:

"Moooommmmm! Can we watch TV?"
"Yes!!! Please do!!"

And for some reason each child thinks they need to ask me individually.

(Ok, so I was only going to post the picture of Wendy and Sarah with the chopsticks in their hair, but I have issues with being brief.)

Call Me a Lame-O

Call me a Lame-O because I am. Twelve days of no blogging. My reason? I don't know. I guess you could say the homeschooling truck came and ran me over. For some reason this year seems more difficult, most likely because I have five official students now and it's a constant juggling act. Just as I sit down to read with Jason I hear someone in a sing-songy voice yell, "Mommy!! I need help with my math!"

So I've been spending the past two weeks trying to figure out the balancing act. It's slowly coming together. Legally I'm supposed to record our progress daily or weekly. To be honest this has not been my strong point over the past five years. Every year I vow to do a better job. This year was no exception. So, to keep with my vow I started a homeschooling blog. It's very boring, but it logs our activities of the day. It's helpful for me to remember that we actually spend time learning because there are moments when I feel like information goes in one ear and out the other. It took me awhile to get the blog set up the way I want it. I'm a Blogger traitor and I use Wordpress for it. Wordpress is a little more versatile. I can just "copy" a post and then change the differences for that day. Anyway, I will be adding to it little by little. It's at www.excellenteducation.wordpress.com. At least I say I will be adding to it. Statistics show that I will abandon the homeschooling blog in the coming weeks and return full-time to this one. We'll see how it goes this year....

Other news: We almost burned our kitchen down on Friday. I was so excited to do an art project with my kids that I found on Pinterest. It involved melting crayons over tea light candles and making a pointillism sort of piece of art. I was a little hesitant to do it with a three and four year old hanging out with us, but I decided to give it a try. Well, it turns out that three and four year olds have a natural fear of fire and weren't interested in doing much with the crayons and flame. They were content to simply color the traditional way. However, the eight and ten year olds were the curious ones. Our flames had a tendency to get extinguished if a drop of crayon wax fell onto the candle. So to enlarge their flames, Emily and Bradley added a few pieces of crayon wrapper. The flames were a manageable size so I allowed it. However, I don't know if Bradley added more pieces while I was working intensely on my project or what, but his piece of artwork caught on fire. It wasn't a big deal and the flame was small.  I got up from my seat to assess the situation. I decided to show the kids a little lesson on how to extinguish a small flame by depriving it of oxygen. So I grabbed a cup off the kitchen counter and proceeded to turn it upside down to put over the small flame. Well, it didn't quite go how I expected it to, because there were a couple of drops of water in the cup. When the drops of water hit the flame......WHOOOOSH!!!....the flame shot up about two feet in the air with a bunch of smoke. We all screamed. I totally wasn't expecting that to happen. My plan to deprive the flame of oxygen totally backfired on me (pun intended.)

I thought I was dealing with a paper fire, but apparently this was classified as a grease fire because of the chemicals in the crayon. I don't know for sure, but water was not our friend in this situation.  The flame got smaller, but in the meantime it spread to the newspapers that we were using to protect the kitchen table. As the kids ran screaming away, I mostly kept my calm and went to the the kitchen cabinet under my sink where I have a fire extinguisher attached to the inside of my kitchen cabinet door. I ripped it off the door and fumbled trying to pull the pin from it. Finally it came out and I aimed at the fire. Swoooosh! It was out in a matter of seconds. Disappointed that I now had to purchase a new extinguisher and that my piece of art was ruined, I was happy to have the situation under control. I also decided that I will purchase two new extinguishers and put one in the laundry room upstairs. When I said that, Bradley affirmed that it was a good decision. He said that dryers can start on fire if you dry something with grease on it, and it can possibly cause an explosion. I asked him if he read that in a book and he said, "No, I read it on the label of the dryer door." That kid reads everything!

Bradley's reaction was one of awe and fear. He thought the fire extinguisher was pretty awesome, but he began crying because he was a little shook up about the incident. He said, "I am NEVER doing that again!" I feel confident that he will never play with matches. Hopefully Jason was old enough to be affected by the incident as well.

Thankfully there was no major damage. There are a couple of burn marks on the kitchen table, but they blend nicely with the natural dark knots in the wood. I smell a little smoked wood when I sit at the table. The smoke alarms are working in the house, which is good to know. Poor little George slept through the whole ordeal, smoke alarms and all. My ears were ringing the rest of the night.

I have no pictures of the incident. Unfortunately there's not much time to take pictures when there is a fire. I'm just very grateful that nobody was hurt. We pray for safety daily and I believe our prayer request was granted that day. There was definite potential for burns, especially when the flame shot up when the water hit it. There were a faces about a foot away from the big flame.

From now on I am going to stick to Pinterest inspiration that does not involve fire.

I leave you now with pictures.  This shows the developmental difference between 15 months. Both Jason and Rachel made crowns:

A 59 month old

A 44 month old

Rachel was not quite able to embellish her crown like Jason did with his cutting. Now the question is: Will Rachel catch up in speech in the next 15 months? She's still a mumbler with a language of her own, but I do hear improvement. One of these days she'll be able to say all of her consonants, hopefully by January 2013. It will be good New Year Resolution for her.

Also: I'm not pregnant which doesn't surprise me because of my funky cycle last month. Just thought I'd update you.