tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31992646157912349702024-03-05T00:29:12.573-08:00Keep on the Sunny SideLarge family, all Catholic, all real, all the timeCassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11748484848969524781noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-80675448104085850942012-12-20T14:00:00.001-08:002012-12-20T14:00:24.408-08:00crazy eyes<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/applebananapear/8292686918/" title="crazy eyes"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8217/8292686918_015ec03622.jpg" alt="crazy eyes by materfamilias" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/applebananapear/8292686918/">crazy eyes</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/applebananapear/">materfamilias</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p></p>Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11748484848969524781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-28029811664280786252012-10-25T23:31:00.003-07:002012-10-25T23:31:34.252-07:00A New Decade, An Old Decade: Friday Quick TakesIt has been quite a few weeks since I have felt like writing much of anything. There are a few reasons for that, the main one being that homeschooling is kicking my butt, but the other one being that I am having a hard time coming up with anything to write about that is not negative. I don't want to be a whiny baby. I don't want to be that person who looks at all she has been blessed with and can only see the things that are less than desirable. I don't want to be that person, but that's how I have been feeling, so I figured it was best to keep it to myself. An entertaining, funny, snarky, serious, insightful, or informative writer, I am not. Whining I can do, but no one wants to hear it, so quiet I have been.<br />
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This week, we have a had a few major milestones with our first-born child and these are the kind of positive things that I think are worthy of sharing with the world.<br />
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We celebrated Gabriel's 10th birthday on the 24th. This wonderful, sensitive, loving, caring, sweet, and innocent little boy whom we are so blessed to be able to call 'son'.<br />
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He was always happy. I'm a little biased, but he was the most beautiful baby EVER.</div>
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Gabriel was so wonderful, so easy, SO perfect, that only a short ten months into his life, as soon as it was possible, we couldn't wait to have another baby. He was, and still is, a wonderful big brother.</div>
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He loved his little sister, and was so proud to be a big brother, even at a mere 20 months old himself.</div>
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Gabriel has always worn his heart on his sleeve and been very sociable. Everyone at the playground was his new best friend, and to this day he still can't fathom why some kids just aren't nice and don't want to play with him.</div>
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Look at that sweet face, not a mean bone in his body.</div>
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Gabriel was, and still is, a momma's boy. And a Daddy's boy. He loves us. He really, truly, loves us very much and cares deeply about our wishes. </div>
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I just can't get over the fact that my little boy is already done with his first decade of life. My little boy! MY Gabriel! I have less than a decade left with him to mold him into the wonderful adult that I know he will be, since he is already more than half way there. That's crazy talk! </div>
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And he just started his training to be the altar server for the Latin Mass. And he is excited about it. EXCITED! It is so much hard work, what he's about to learn, seeing as how we have gone to Latin Mass exactly ZERO times. He has no clue, really, how much work this is going to be. I think he's going to do great, and I couldn't be more proud. </div>
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For more Quick Takes, go see<a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2012/10/7-quick-takes-friday-vol-193.html"> Jen</a>!</div>
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Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09318132679190959986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-36721865076059763582012-10-05T22:56:00.000-07:002012-10-05T22:56:22.565-07:00Quick Takes: Preparing Your Home for a Long Trip<br />
We just returned not twenty-four hours ago from the longest trip we have ever taken. Longest in the miles in which we traveled, and longest in the time in which we were gone, which happens to have been eight days.<br />
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In case you were wondering, it takes a family of seven approximately two days to drive from northern to southern California if you stop for basic needs and sleep in between once you reach the daily limit for time in a car with small children.<br />
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It was fun, we saw family, we experienced living in an oven for a week (which we missed EVER so much!), my brother-in-law got married, we came home. My kids got a bonus car tour of California's highlights down the valley and back up the coast, in addition to an unending supply of chocolate cereal, candy, soda, and various other junk food. Definitely a win for the kids on this trip.<br />
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While there is much to be said about the experience of a long road trip with a large family, I think the major points have already been covered by <a href="http://catholicexchange.com/road-trip-dos-and-donts/">Cari</a>, and better than myself.<br />
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What I want to talk about is how to prepare your home for you to be gone for more than a few days. Some of the items on the list are things I already knew to do, but other things I have added upon my observations after coming home<strike> last night </strike> four days ago (yep, that's how long this took me and that's how my week has been). This is just as much for me, as it is for you. Although it will be a really long time before we go anywhere further than downtown, at this point. It is SO good to be home!<br />
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1. This should go without saying, but be sure to empty all of your trash cans right before you leave. Sometimes, this is good enough, but after whiffing the audaciousness coming from my empty kitchen can when I got home last night I would go one step further and spray every can down with a disinfectant and leave the can open while you are gone. "Bleechy clean" beats "festering diaper odor" any day.<br />
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2. Strip down all your mattresses (specifically kid's beds that have been blessed with pee) and let them air out while you are gone. Bonus step: Spray them liberally with febreeze or other deodorizer. Make sure you have clean sheets to make the beds right away when you get back, since you will probably arrive home right past bed time with two-three sleeping children who will promptly pee on your freshly deodorized mattresses.<br />
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3. Put something in the freezer for breakfast the first morning and dinner the first night back. You will be glad you did, since you are going to have to get rid of all that perishable stuff in your fridge that can't sit there for more than a week like milk, eggs, meat, leftovers. And this takes me to my next pointer....<br />
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5. Try to get all the laundry washed before you go, or at least anything that is smelly and damp, because it will only get worse with each passing day and you DON'T want to come home to that stink. Make sure you leave your washing machine open to dry out while you are away so it doesn't start to smell. The same goes for your toilets; clean and open to avoid any funk.<br />
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6. Put a hold on your mail, or have a neighbor pick it up for you. The same goes for any deliveries you have like the newspaper. You especially don't want to make it obvious that you are gone for anyone ill-intentioned passing by.<br />
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*<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">any egregious omission of something obvious is due to exhaustion from said trip, beer, and potato chips. Heed my advice at your own risk.</span><br />
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Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09318132679190959986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-54006143690761294102012-09-14T21:04:00.004-07:002012-09-14T21:04:46.687-07:00Quick Takes: Music and Ice Cream and Big Feet, oh my!1. My oldest, dearest, sweetest child Gabriel was badly in need of new shoes, seeing as how his current pair of really awesome Vans high-tops were thrashed and looking too small. To the store with five children I went! Seeing as how our options in CC are limited to Payless and Walmart, and knowing my sons ability to trash cheap shoes in ten seconds flat, I knew we would have to look further for something better, and that included crossing state borders (tax free baby!) and shopping at<a href="http://www.fredmeyer.com/Pages/default.aspx"> Fred Meyer</a> in Oregon. This is only the second time I had been to Fred Meyer, but the first time I really got to take my time and look around. Since it wasn't busy due to everyone being at work and school, we practically had the ginormous store to ourselves, and this store has EVERYTHING! It's like a Walmart, Target, Kohl's, Safeway, and gas station all in one. We bought hiking boots, socks, binder paper, and groceries, all at the same place. The entire time I was shopping my two little ones were enjoying their mom-free time in the playland with a babysitter, for FREE. Can I get an AMEN to that?<br />
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As a side note, my almost ten year old son has such huge feet (I suppose long and narrow is more accurate) that he is now only three sizes away from sharing shoes with his father. I am sure by his birthday next year he will be handing shoes down to his father. That is weird to me.<br />
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In short, I now heart Fred Meyer, and will be doing as much shopping as possible in that wonderful, blessed store.<br />
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2. Yesterday <a href="http://www.davematthewsband.com/">The Dave Matthews</a> band released a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Away-From-World-Deluxe-Version/dp/B009471F86/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1347680697&sr=301-1">new studio album</a> and it is so incredibly awesome. It hearkens back to their roots, pulls at our heartstrings, and allows the hubby and I to relive our DMB fandom days all over again. While we have never wavered in our love for DMB over the years, this new album just renews our interest and reminds us why we liked them in the first place. Good job, guys. Oh my gosh, the new album, oh. my. GOSH.<br />
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3. Today we wrapped up our first week of homeschool no worse for the wear. I can see where some improvement and *cough* preparation *cough* is needed on my part to make the learning more engaging, but I think once we get in a rhythm and get past the simple review stuff we will be flying right along.<br />
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4. We went to the park today for some good end of week running around and my timing could not have been better. At the same exact time that we arrived some other moms whom I recognized from church were there with a group of other moms, none of whom I had met. I made friends today! Like, a group of friends! All homeschooling, some at the same charter school as us, some from my church, all with children close in age to mine. I hit the new friend jackpot. I was even invited to a mom's only clothing exchange, in which food and alcohol will be consumed, and I am going! Oh yes, I am.<br />
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<li>Yesterday we got our curriculum so we can start our homeschooling. It's going to be awesome. One more step in the right direction.</li>
<li>Also yesterday, I was able to open a child's bedroom window with a butter knife and climb in from the outside before the cat ruined anything after being locked in the room for two hours. That's a good thing. Plus, now I know how to open a window from the outside with a butter knife, so hey, we learn something new every day!</li>
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So here we are again, <a href="http://andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2012/09/embrace-camera-9612.html">embracing the camera</a>. It has been a busy weekend for our family, with a three day visit from my sister and her boyfriend. I am still recovering, even though it is almost next weekend. Also, not so shockingly, I managed to NOT get any photos of my sister and me together over the weekend. </div>
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I would not normally volunteer potos of myself in this condition, in which I mean up close, no makeup, roots showing, bad lighting...yea, I'm sure you wouldn't either. BUT, there are exceptions for everything, and the little dearest daughter behind me is such a crack-up. I laugh harder every time I look at this photo series, and it's even better in slideshow form. It MUST be shared with the WORLD!<br />
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There ya go. Next week my goal for <a href="http://andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2012/08/embrace-camera-83012.html">Embrace the Camera</a> is to take actual not last minute pics during the week with not the person standing nearest to me when I want to write this post. Also, not blurry. Also also, not with the bluetooth in my ear.</div>
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Now it is time to Embrace the Crazy and get my house cleaned up for my little sister AND her boyfriend to come stay with us for the weekend. They are going to be our first guests EVER, since we have ever been married in 10.5 years (excepting when my mom stayed for the birth of #2). No one has ever had to stay at our home before since we have always lived near my parents who have plenty of extra room. But not anymore. Now we have an extra room and are near no one. WE are a destination!<br />
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I am so not ready. My extra room is full of bookshelves, I have no extra bed, I still have unpacked boxes. I also have the regular cleaning that goes along with having five childrens. BUT, it's ok. She is my sister and she understands. Plus, there is plenty of time still! They are coming in <strike>four</strike>, <strike>three</strike>, <strike>two</strike>....TOMORROW.</div>
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Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11748484848969524781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-63210549966605919122012-08-29T00:39:00.000-07:002012-09-04T21:46:24.949-07:00Late Night Soul SearchingBut first, I need coffee.<br />
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So I've been thinking about how this homeschooling thing is going to work out, and even though I told myself this wouldn't happen, I am starting to freak out a little (so far, only on the inside). The reason for this is that as I go through my day, or stumble through my day in a chaotic fashion, as it were, I am struck by my glaringly obvious lack of organization and discipline.<br />
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At least 80% of the time, I don't have anything for my children to do. I don't have a nifty cupboard of constructive activities to give them, or planned crafts, or interesting games, or even a checklist of chores to assign! The downward spiral of chaos that comes from bored children is too much, so I am doing what I do best and looking to others on the internet to solve my problems, since I am hopelessly incapable.<br />
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It seems to me that the first thing I lack is a set of <a href="http://www.confessionsofahomeschooler.com/blog/2011/02/10-days-of-homeschooling-enrichment-day_08.html">House Rules</a>. Real rules, actually written out and posted somewhere very visible for children to see, complete with some illustrations, perhaps, for even the non-literate to have a reminder. I envision helpful reminders all over my house, much like in a classroom (or office!) to remind children to turn off their lights, make their bed, put their shoes away, hang up their towel, and most importantly, please, please, please wipe up those huge blobs of toothpaste on the counter and wall and WHERE THE HECK IS THE TOOTHPASTE LID, ANYWAY!?<br />
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So you see, we just need some simple rules, in writing, so there is no mistaking where the line in the proverbial sand has been drawn.<br />
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In addition to the rules, I plan to make and implement a <a href="http://www.confessionsofahomeschooler.com/blog/2011/01/chore-chart-cards.html">chore chart</a> and some <a href="http://www.confessionsofahomeschooler.com/blog/2011/05/chore-chart-discipline-cards.html">discipline cards</a> for the older children in lieu of time-out. This is going to be so much fun, I can't hardly wait! I think my children will be ever so grateful and bow down to my wisdom and wonder aloud "mother, how ever did you know that we have just been dying for you to finally crack that whip of yours!"<br />
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Today's awesome ideas, totally not mine at all, brought to you courtesy of <a href="http://www.confessionsofahomeschooler.com/about-me">Erica</a> at <a href="http://www.confessionsofahomeschooler.com/">Confessions of a Homeschooler</a>. I submit to her awesomeness.<br />
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Now to go make my rules.<br />
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Yup. My cup is still missing. I can't figure out what happened to the dang thing. I am afraid that it will be forever be a mystery if it doesn't turn up soon. It's only my favorite cup ever, after the other really awesome one I had a few years ago that was broken by a child (shocking, I know). Starbucks doesn't make uber cute cups like this any more, what will I do if I can't find it!? Drink out of a regular mug? Like normal people?</div>
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Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09318132679190959986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-9218322735486974322012-08-23T13:20:00.000-07:002012-09-04T21:47:41.692-07:00Embrace the Camera ThursdayCari over at<a href="http://www.clan-donaldson.com/"> Clan Donaldson</a> wrote last week about <a href="http://www.clan-donaldson.com/2012/08/embrace-camera.html">Embracing the Camera</a> by putting yourself in more of the photos with your loved ones. This is something that my husband and I have discussed several times in the past, but putting into practice has been a challenge. It is near and dear to my heart, and I am grateful for the reminder from Cari and grateful to <a href="http://andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/">Emily</a> for starting <a href="http://andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_8779.html">a Thursday link-up</a> to remind us to put the idea into practice.<br />
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Even though the importance of putting myself and my husband in more photos, esp. with our children, has been on my radar for quite some time, there are various poor excuses for not making a good effort to actually do so.<br />
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Sometimes, you need to do nothing. Your body and your mind need the break on occasion, and instead of fighting it, just give in and enjoy it while it lasts.<br />
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Right now,I am sitting outside in the sun with my little boy. He needs outside time every day so we don't all go crazy, and today he wanted me to stay out here with him. With a list a mile long of chores to do inside, it's not that I don't<b> </b><b>want </b>to be outside with him, I just felt like I couldn't. Then I remembered that the stuff inside will still be there later, and the sunny days around here get fewer and father between as the year progresses. I could use some vitamin D anyway.<br />
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Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11748484848969524781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-90498707657385496922012-08-19T08:00:00.000-07:002012-08-19T08:00:03.667-07:00Thinking of You, and Thank YouI've been wanting to write this for a couple of weeks now, and have no excuse to not have made it the first post I should have put up here as soon as we had internet in our new home, but ya know, that would be all organized and thoughtful, which are not my best character traits. So while I sit here all alone tonight, thinking about the friends I left behind in Bakersfield, I remember that I never really got to say a proper good-bye and thank you to most of them.<br />
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While we were in the midst of moving so many wonderful friends came through with offers of help in a variety of ways and that really touches my heart. It's in times of your life when things get tough that you really get the opportunity to see how many wonderful people are in your life, and it's also during those difficult times when you don't get to say thank you and spend time with those people like you really want to.<br />
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This is for my friends who offered help, gave us boxes, dropped off clothes for cooler weather (thank you esp for this!), and who took the time out of their lives and day, despite all of the difficulties of daily life with kids, to bring my family a meal. <b>Thank You</b>. Everything you did was SO helpful and we are really grateful. I clearly have some awesome friends, and some of you only came into my life recently and the fact that you still took the time to help us out speaks volumes. Some of you I have known for a few years now, and still was just really getting to know you, and now that I am starting over you are sorely missed.<br />
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It's so cliche, but you really don't know what you have until it's gone. For all the coffee outings, book groups, MNO's, holiday parties, and park days that I am no longer there for, I cherish the ones I had with you.<br />
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Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09318132679190959986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-45581810902446465132012-08-17T22:29:00.000-07:002012-08-17T22:29:21.261-07:00Homeschooling Noobs In keeping with the 'all new for the first time ever' theme in our current lives, we have decided to home-school this year. Truthfully, we had decided this before we found out we were moving, and we had registered at a home-school based public charter school in the area that was going to really be ideal. Now that we have moved, we can't attend that charter school, and have to figure something else out since homeschooling will be even more ideal in our new surroundings. There is another home-school based charter school in our new area, but it does not offer comparable extra curricular activities as the one at which we were registered, and I kind of figure that if I have to pay for these activities myself now, perhaps I should be choosing my own curriculum and cutting the state tests and other requirements out entirely. I haven't decided yet. I have also totally dropped the ball on getting anywhere close to making any decision beyond 'we are home schoolers now!' I am dragging out the same i've-been-moving-for-an-entire-month excuse and conveniently use it here to fit my needs.<br />
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I know the whole half dozen of you (if that many!) who might read this may have some homeschooling experience in your lives, so I am appealing to you to point me in the right direction. Your top three favorite tips, a few linky online resources, favorite curriculum, perhaps? There is just too much out there, and I don't need my head swimming while I try to narrow things down on my own with no reason to choose one thing over the other.<br />
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<li>The keep track of grading, testing, official report cards, makes it easier to possibly transition later if/when needs arise</li>
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<li>Solid Catholic faith based knowledge relating to the world in which we live.</li>
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<li>Keeping them home keeps them more innocent, longer. It's a fact.</li>
<li>I want to impart to my children the things that are truly important in life, and learn to better appreciate those things myself.</li>
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Please, just hold my hand, tell me it's going to be ok, and point me in the right direction for success. I know it's a highly traveled road these days, and there are lots of different ways to do it, just give me something good to start with.<br />
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P.S. I have used St. Elizabeth Ann Seton in the past, for half a school year, for one child. While it is fantastic material and curriculum, and I might use some of their books this year, it's not quite what I think I am looking for right now. Lots of work. Unless you think I should look at it again. Do you think I should? I'm desperate people, can you smell it?Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11748484848969524781noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-61196305875881482592012-08-15T00:55:00.000-07:002012-08-15T00:55:08.102-07:00Virtual 5k Linkup<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">About six weeks ago I completed my first, official, 5k run. It was awesome, and it was even <a href="http://www.colormerad.com/" target="_blank">RAD</a>! I hate to say that for an entire month after that 5k I didn't do any running, partly due to the ridiculous heat of the central valley in the summer, but mostly due to the process of moving our family 700 miles away in as little as two weeks notice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I missed my running! I know, I know, I am just as shocked as you to be saying that. About five years ago, after my third child was born, I was at my heaviest and Erik and I started a journey to better nutrition and exercise together. At the time, I was all about the strength training, building muscle to burn more calories while at rest, and I really enjoyed it. The results were fantastic, the weight loss was easy, my body looked great. I even maintained most of my strength workout throughout most of my pregnancy with my fourth child, and I looked and felt great right after having her. Don't be too jealous, because that was the only time that happened. You see, the inherent problem with the strength training, at least for me, is that it demands a strict schedule. You have to do it on time, working on certain areas of your body on exact days of the week, and you have to have a specific plan to follow with which to measure your progress and gauge your success. You have to have a plan, and you have to be able to follow that plan to a fault, or you will not get the results that you are looking for. Well, it's hard to follow that plan when all the weights and equipment are at the gym, your baby can't yet go to the gym, your children are at home in the way if you are trying to at least maintain your current status at home, life is hard, woe is me, blahblahblah. So for a few years I went to the gym inconsistently, had a fifth baby, and was never really able to start working out again like I wanted to. And it's not from lack of commitment, there is just nothing you can do when your life just doesn't work that way at certain points in time. I think I was pretty hard on myself about it, knowing that if I could just find the time I could look and feel so much better, and everyone around me made it seem as if I could make the time if only I was more committed, but it always means sacrificing something, and I had nothing deserving of being cut from my life so I could selfishly go to the gym and work on my physique.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">About a year ago, after seeing a few of my friends start running who were no worse off than me, I looked into the couch to 5k program. Cardio is not my thing. When I was weight lifting, I always knew that if I was willing to add cardio on my rest days, I would see faster results, but I just loathed the treadmill. I would prefer to do squats in a corner all day over any activity on the treadmill for any more than 5 minutes. Since there was no exercise going on in my life at the time, and running was so much simpler than having a plan for weights, I decided I would give it one really great, honest-to-goodness try. This time I researched running, watched youtube videos on how to run (since in the past I would get shin splints immediately), researched shoes vs. barefoot vs. minimal running shoes, and lastly looked at the different interval running programs out there. I made my choices and started the program. All last summer I followed my c25k program on the treadmill at the gym. I was doing great, amazed at my progress, and couldn't wait to get outside when the weather cooled down and try out my new running skills. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The thing about running, and exercise in general, is it really makes my day feel more productive. It's a great way to get your body moving, wake up your mind, get some fresh air, and it just gives you some clarity to your day. For me, if it doesn't happen in the morning, it's probably not going to happen at all. Much like<a href="http://www.clan-donaldson.com/2012/08/musings-on-exercise-linkup.html" target="_blank"> Cari over at Clan Donanldson</a>, when I exercise I am calmer, happier, more patient, and my daily life just seems to come together a little bit better. It also gives me focus, not just on my exercise, but it has made such a huge impact on me to have some personal goals with a deadline. In fact, after my 5k last month with nothing definitive to work towards, my running and my desire just languished. That is why I am excited about Cari's idea of a <a href="http://catholicexchange.com/catholic-exchange-virtual-5k/" target="_blank">virtual 5k on the September 29 over at Catholic Exchange</a>. Unfortunately for me, I have an important family wedding to attend that day, but I will be participating and working towards it, probably for the weekend prior to the 29th. Now that I have another deadline, I feel like I have order in my life once again. As long as I can get up and get going in the morning I will keep running. </span><br />
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It may be close to a month since my last post, but I am happy to say that I finally get to put some stuff up here. For the first time since the moving process began I managed to get all children in bed by 9. By myself. Heck YES!<br />
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Instead of boring you with descriptions of the beautiful place in which we now live, which is inhabited by some locals who make it quite clear we are no longer anywhere near a big city (or even town), I will attempt to post some interesting pics of our adventures thus far, and give you some quick pointers of the awesome things which we have thus far discovered.<br />
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Moving on, that was on our first foray into the awesome Redwood forest. This particular hike, accessible in under ten minutes from our house, is in a large area of old growth Redwoods which consists of several different famous groves and backs up against the Smith River. Come to think of it, this town is so small that everything is accessible in under ten minutes from our house, and let me tell you I have been driving on the same tank of gas for nearly TWO WEEKS!! That is amazing, in and of itself.<br />
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It's pretty cool. We're excited for now. And something we are learning really quickly is that it doesn't matter how numbingly cold the water is, the kids will still get in it. I am not the prepared parent type of person. I am lucky if there are wipes in my van most of the time as we don't usually go unexpected places with unpredictable outcomes. This is all new to us, and being prepared is not yet my forte, so wet sandy kids, no towels, no swimsuits, no change of clothes....this will be my hard lesson learned one day when it really kicks me in the ass.</div>
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YES! We received definitive confirmation today that we are, indeed, moving quite a ways away from all that our young children have ever known, and we are doing it in a hurry! Literally, as of today, Erik has to report to his new post in two weeks. There may be some wiggle room there, I don't think it's set in stone, but either way, it will be very soon.<br />
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Aside from just packing our home, cleaning, and discarding of things we can't bring, this move is a major climate change. I'm sure it is probably hot right now, in the middle of July, wherever in the US most of you are, and it is no exception here in Bakersfield where the high temperatures predicted for the rest of the week hover around 105. That's pretty average around here for July and August. Where we are going the average high for July is 65. Let me tell you, I can not wait to get the heck out of here and put on some pants and enjoy that cool weather! What a dream, I tell you!! The only problem with that right now, is that no one in our household has clothing for cool weather. Even in the winter we are lucky if it gets into the low 60's, and it doesn't stay that cool very long, only a couple of months. Up there in the Redwoods it is like that year round. Dressing in layers is a must, flip-flops and cami tanks will not cut it, and neither will pant-less, barefoot, bare butt little two year old boys, but I digress. I don't even know where to start with the shopping, I generally avoid it at all costs and my poor children barely have enough to get through the week. It's just too many people to shop for, too time consuming, boring, and irritating....oh, and there's the part where it costs a ton load of money to buy anyone anything remotely decent, so I just don't shop.<br />
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Lord willing, this will happen. The packing, cleaning, shopping, organizing, last minute visiting, and child-rearing. I am certain there will be some cooking at some point, as well.<br />
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As a reminder of why we are going so far away, consider this:<br />
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<a href="http://exploredelnorte.com/" target="_blank">Beautiful Del Norte County</a> has the redwoods, two major rivers, and the pacific ocean. It's the trifecta of natural wonders and family recreation. Beautiful doesn't even begin to describe the area. I grew up there until the ripe old age of nine, but the experience of living there has been with me my whole life and it is something I am so blessed to be able to soon share with my own children.<br />
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Blessed, that's a good thing to be.Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11748484848969524781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-59224025894205379642012-07-02T23:30:00.000-07:002012-07-02T23:30:07.760-07:00On blogging, the unknown, anxiety, and prayerI really want this blogging thing to work out for me. I want to make the time for it, I want to remember later in the day the great idea I had for a post earlier in the day. Like yesterday, when I had something really fantastic I wanted to write about after the great homily I received during Mass. Or like every day last week, when I wanted to write a post for each of my awesome children, to remind myself why I am so blessed and that there is much to be grateful for. It's all there, these great topics, floating around in my head, just waiting for me to make the time to write it up and share it for posterity. Unfortunately, this blogging thing is way more time consuming than I anticipated, at least at the beginning; my biggest hang up right now is the picture issue. Picture problems on the great interwebs seem to follow me everywhere I go! I have pictures here, pictures there, pictures everywhere; except, it seems, in a convenient location that works seamlessly with everything.<br />
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Aside from the day-to-day difficulties that are life with a family, we have had extra on our plate as of late, including but not limited to a broken family vehicle, searching for a replacement vehicle, possible and likely move hundreds of miles away, and the hemorrhaging of money that goes along with all of those issues. It's just life, we know that, and tough stuff always seems to happen all at once, and we're used to that, but that doesn't make it any less riddled with anxiety. It's all time sensitive stuff this time, and it's all full of unknowns, and it's all serious stuff. It is consuming our thoughts, actions, conversations, and generally draining us of motivation. I realized I am so riddled with anxiety I have canker sores in my mouth. Apparently, I don't do well when there is unresolved major life-altering stuff hanging in the air.<br />
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Now that I know the problem, I need a solution, and I am keenly aware that my solution should have mostly to do with prayer, thanksgiving, and faith. Most recently there has been nothing but stumbling blocks every time we try to accomplish something; the simplest of things has been made difficult by piddly stuff blocking our path. Then I read a post by Simcha Fisher about prayer a few days ago, <a href="http://www.ncregister.com/blog/simcha-fisher/praying-in-your-native-tongue/" target="_blank">Praying In Your Native Tongue</a>, and shortly after reading that revealing post my priest gives a homily that obviously was written with me in mind. Now there is no way for me to deny that my ability to let go, to give it to God, whatever it is, is severely lacking. I have always secretly prided myself on how I thought I was able to easily hand over my problems and just relax, I am good at<span style="background-color: white;"> just letting things go and not being a stress case, but the big things we have right now have more than amplified my weakness, and I am humbled. </span><br />
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I now know, personally, that it's not enough to just talk about praying, or to just think about praying, but actual prayer is in order. The homily this week about faith, trust, and having the freedom to go where God calls you RIGHT NOW cut me to the core. When things got tough, I turned inside myself, trying to figure out how I can make everything ok, instead of asking God to lead us to the solution. All the stuff right now will be unimportant, probably sooner rather than later, but it can be a permanent lesson in patience, humility, and the strength of prayer and faith.<br />
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In short, life is hard, prayer is the answer, never doubt the Lord your God.<br />
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And all that awesome stuff that <a href="http://www.ncregister.com/blog/simcha-fisher/praying-in-your-native-tongue/" target="_blank">Simcha</a> says about prayer is good to have on hand.Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11748484848969524781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3199264615791234970.post-13133535447364926992012-06-17T15:32:00.000-07:002012-06-17T15:32:48.668-07:00On summer in the San Joaquin valley, two year olds, and movingIt is summer time here in the valley, which means it is as hot as the interior of a hot pocket outside, in the car, in the shade....you can't escape it. When it is in the triple digits like it has been this lovely Father's Day weekend, hotter than usual for this early on in the summer, it means that my kids are stuck inside with me. It feels as if I may as well live in New England in the winter, except maybe worse because it's not even magically white outside and there is no beautiful aftermath to this horrifying weather that might make it mentally bearable. So, extreme heat, AC running constantly, 5 kids under ten in the house with nowhere to go; I don't think I need to spell it out, but just in case it's spelled like this: L-O-O-N-Y-T-U-N-E-S.<br />
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Along with the being stuck inside we are SO blessed this summer to have a vocally gifted 2.5 year old little boy who is trying to no longer take naps and needs the daily exertion that only running around outside can give his little body. John-Paul is already the most athletic of my children, at such an early age, and the most gifted speaker. He can ask you, clear as day, to take him to the tractor store and please buy him a backhoe loader and excavator. I know this because he has been talking about it incessantly for days; partly due to his infatuation with large trucks and tractors right now, and partly due to being so bored at home that he has nothing to do but ask for things and whine about them when his requests are refused. Poor kid, all he really needs is some quality time with some dirt, water, and dump trucks. And he still needs regular naps, just as much as I NEED him to keep taking those naps. He wakes up refreshed, I have time for coffee and cleaning, everyone gets to live without the whining for a short while, win/win/win. I am only writing this right now because I put him in his crib and had to tell him, nap or not, he must stay in there and be quiet for a while.<br />
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In other news, we may suddenly be moving very soon. The Man works for the State of California, which has not been so great since the economy bust a few years back, and it has hit state employees particularly hard. While state/govt employees typically are very under-appreciated and people the public taxpayers love to hate, state workers are equally loathed by elected officials. They fall into this grey area of people who perfom necessary functions for the state to operate on a daily basis and keep society moving along, but also are seen as people who are sucking the coffers dry (if you are a taxpayer), or as people who are taking money away from pet social programs that get you re-elected (if you are an elected official.) Curse those state workers, doing jobs for little pay, with ok pensions, taking money away from schools, orphans, elderly, disabled, and single mothers! The reality for us right now, due to the state trying to cover it's ass and still give as much away for free to non working peoples, is that there is going to be some job losses in the department in which Erik works, which involves public safety. This time, it's for reals. We can probably stay where we are and he would likely get to retain a part-time position, which would still allow him to work 40 hours a week without the possibility of overtime, but it could have him only working 20 hours as well. It is an unknown. Our other option is to volunteer to bid for a full-time spot at another facility within the state. The only location available with fulltime positions are in remote locations, some in nice locales, some in awful locales. We put in his bid a few days ago and opted for a full time spot in a remote but beautiful locale that is a mere 11-12 hour drive from where we currently reside. The directory above, a picture taken this afternoon by my mother-in-law who is passing through the area today, may tip you off to how small the town is. Also, note the overcast sky and green grass; I can practically feel the mist from the fog on my face, the breeze from the ocean, and sound of the sea gulls nearby are already calling out in my mind. Considering the aforementioned weather where I am right now, I can't wait to get the heck out here, there's just that silly little matter of leaving family and friends behind and starting all over again, but hey, no biggie.Cassandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11748484848969524781noreply@blogger.com1