Why My Kids Will Never Nominate Me As Mother Of The Year

Summer, Rachel, Heather, and Gwen, like most school age children around the nation, had last Friday off for Veteran's Day. So, being the fun and thoughtful mother that I am, I decided a school vacation day would be the perfect time to get flu shots.

Michael wouldn't lie down in the flu shot picture line, but here is his band-aid to prove he was a participant. He was the only one that cried, and only for a moment. Kelly actually laughed when her shot was done; she was so relieved to have it over with. Everyone was stalwart and brave.

It is a tradition in our house that when someone gets a shot, we all eat ice cream (a spoonful of sugar...) so we headed home for spumoni and pumpkin pie ice cream with caramel, hot fudge, marshmallow, maraschino cherries, and sprinkles. Yum!

Charmer

After Heather's and Gwen's literature and math classes this morning, the four youngest and I went out for Chinese before we faced the drive home on the freeway. All the kids got fortune cookies, but Michael's was the one we all had to agree with heartily.

Adobe Fun

Heather, Rachel and Summer have fun with family pictures and Adobe Photoshop Elements. Here are some samples for your viewing pleasure.

Scary, Scary, Scary

We had a fun Halloween this year. For FHE Monday night, we started by carving or drawing on (depending on the age of the artist) the pumpkin/zucchini hybrids we grew last summer.

Here are the masterpieces, in order from left to right - Rachel's, Kelly's (in back), Summer's, Michael's, Gwen's and Heather's.

Tuesday night, we headed over to the chapel for the annual Trunk or Treat and got the car set up and decorated.

Here are the kids, anxious for dinner to end and for the festivities to begin. Kelly is a bee and Michael a cow. He charmed everyone with his moos. Rachel is a Greek person (she made the laurel wreath herself) and Gwen is a REAL princess (you'll have to ask Summer or Rachel for an explanation). Heather is a pixie and Summer is a hula girl.

It is a tradition in our house to dump all your candy in a pile on the living room floor and eat as much as you can Halloween night. Michael, even though he was new to it this year, caught on quickly.

And finally, something truly scary - my mom asked to see a picture of my belly to help make my pregnancy more of a reality across the miles. Here I am, right out of bed, ready to racewalk in the backyard the morning after Halloween.

It's been a long two weeks.

You know our life has been busier than usual when I can't find the time to blog about it.

Michael has found the coziest place in the house to watch TV from.

On the twenty first of this month, Michael turned two. We hadn't been to beach since April, so a birthday celebration was a good excuse to break out the shovels and towels.

We had so much fun at the beach that I was too pooped to party, much less bake the cake I hadn't got to yet, so we celebrated Michael's big day a day late. Luckily, his balloons were still alive (barely).

Last Friday, Rachel was one of two Students of the Month in her classroom. Her teacher (who had Summer two years ago) wrote Stan and me a letter saying, "Words cannot describe the blessing of having another Spencer girl for a student. Rachel is such a neat, intelligent, and thoughtful young lady. She sets the standard for others to reach for in all facets of school life."

We have to agree, she is pretty stellar. Good job Rachel!

Friday night, Stan and I went out on a date and the kids got comfy in the living room so that they could watch a movie together. Who needs beds?

Odds, Ends and Funny Bubbles

Thursday night, the company Stan works for had a party. Clients and spouses were invited. I washed my hair, had the girls make dinner and took off. There was a live band, good food, displays in some of the offices, and interesting people. The caterer had a set up where you chose your pasta and your sauce and the chef sautéed fresh herbs, added the sauce and pasta and heated it all together for you, which was fun. Stan put some pressed plants and a collection of bees and flies out for visitors to peruse as well as a slide show of pictures of species they survey for. One of his fellow biologists spent her time, between eating and visiting, dissecting owl pellets and explaining her findings. The Archeology Dept. had some of the fossils that they had rescued from bulldozers. My favorite was half of a mammoth tooth that whole would have weighed more than the baby I will have in February (I hope!!!). I had a great time and, as you can see, socially I was a hit, causing other party goers to roll their eyes and try to escape.


Saturday, Summer, Rachel and I went with the Young Women on the Metrolink into LA to Olvera Street. There is a Mexican marketplace and quite a few historical buildings. We went on a tour with a docent and had an overview of the history of the city's beginnings. We had a lot of fun and Rachel bought a sombrero. Not the one she is wearing - hers is doll sized, but isn't she cute in this one?

Lastly, here's a link to Funny Bubbles - http://pageup.info/blog/funnybubbles.html. Every time we watch it, we laugh - hope you do, too!

Essays

Look at these two schoolgirls on their way to the car to be dropped off at Elementary and Middle schools. Aren't they smart looking young ladies? You can read and judge for yourself. Here are some recent writings by each of them. Enjoy :)

10/10/06

The Bug

by Rachel

I never thought I’d eat a bug. And I definitely didn’t think I’d eat a cricket. But, unfortunately, my sisters can convince anyone.
The last day of fifth grade one of the parent helpers had brought in a box of Hotlix Lollipops, lollipops with either a larvae or a cricket inside. Picking an orange flavored one, and certainly not planning to eat it, I brought it home. When I arrived at my house, I showed it to my sisters and hid it somewhere. My sisters bugged me. And then they pleaded with me. They bothered me until I finally gave in. I would eat it in September. Then the day finally came.
I was unwilling and nervous. Even though I didn’t want to, I couldn’t get away with it now. All my sisters, my brother, and my mom were watching. Laying it in the water filled sink, I waited for the candy to dissolve. Not wanting to be sucking on candy for the next half hour, I left it there. When all that remained was a water soaked bug, I ate it. It was stringy, and chewy, and leggy, and very gross. I was disgusted. But a cricket isn’t the only kind of bug.
When my Aunt Stephanie heard of that disastrous day, she sent a package with Spicy Larvets, spicy fried larvae made by the same company. Those were better. Everyone except Summer tried some. Although Heather almost spit them out, Michael was stuffing handfuls in his mouth and Gwen was begging for more. Other people in my family liked them.
I learned that you should try even the worst looking food before you determine the flavor, and to some people (like my brother) the worst looking food can taste good. That time will always be remembered. It is embedded in my mind like that cricket was embedded in the lollipop that day in September.

Oct.12, 2006

The Longest Run

by Summer

I never expected to jog two miles before high school, not to mention a whole three point two! Life is full of surprises however. One spring morning, I found myself standing nervously next to my mom on the starting line of a five kilometer Fun Run. In college, my mom couldn’t even run a mile without stopping, so she was as surprised to be there as I was. During the summer of 2005, we both wanted to improve our running, so we ran in our back yard around a dirt track about twice a week. Throughout the school year, as I ran during P.E., she continued to run at home early in the morning and improve her distance and speed. Even with this effort, the most I had ever run without stopping was a mile and a half and my mom had gone two miles. I admired her consistency in jogging and how much she had improved. When our church sponsored a Fun Run and she got excited about giving it a try, I was inspired to run the five kilometers with her.
At eight o’clock one sunny, March morning, our whole family drove to a church building in Woodcrest. While my mom and I nervously walked up to the starting line, my younger siblings played on the grass and my dad supervised them. We were handed a map of the route and were told that the run was winding and hilly. Soon, more and more people assembled at the start with us. Some had bikes, some had kids in strollers and some, like us, were jogging.
“On your marks, get set, go!” someone shouted and we set off. Quickly, the crowd dispersed, some running at the front, some walking in the back and some, including us, jogging in the middle. Although my mom could probably have jogged faster, she stayed with me all the way. Along the route, we passed tree shaded streets, skate boarders, and a house that was built to
look like a small medieval castle. As we went on, we became weary. Eventually, we saw the finish line and all the runners who had arrived before us. Triumphantly, we passed it and went to find out our time.
Although we were slow, at forty two minutes and sixteen seconds, we were glad we did it and jogged the whole way. Afterwards, we drank some water and ate oranges while we waited for the last people to come in. In the car, we talked about it and planned to jog again at the next church Fun Run. This showed me that if I tried, I could jog, what was for me, a long way.
As we exhaustedly pushed ourselves over the finish line, I will always remember how my dad congratulated us and my mom proudly told him we had jogged the entire way. I was thankful my mom inspired me to jog with her. My mom and I got to be together and become better friends. The run showed me I could jog a greater distance than I expected and inspired me to improve my time on shorter runs. I am excited for the next 5K Fun Run in March and I hope my mom can run with me!

Shoe Shopping

Yesterday, Stan had to work all day, so I decided it was a good day to take the kids and get the shoe shopping done I've needed to do for them.

Did I say done? Having a thirteen year old means never having the shoe shopping done, EVER. Even though we went to five different shoe stores, it still isn't done.

But...I digress. In the course of our shopping, we purchased five pairs of shoes, returned two, are keeping two and have two pairs sitting in the laundry room waiting to be returned. In case you are doing the math, that includes a pair purchased for the thirteen year old two months ago.

Overall the trip went well. We all survived. And if you don't know why barely surviving a shopping trip is a good outcome, you haven't ever taken six kids including a toddler shopping for four hours. We had the mandatory mad rush to a public restroom, one minor injury and at least 75 instances of me saying, "One, two, three, four, five...WHERE"S MICHAEL?"

The highlights of our trip were getting two pairs of keepers (Yea!), finding a cute green velveteen purse for me, the trip to In-N-Out when we were done and seeing Heather and Rachel try on boots. Everyone tried on a couple pairs of shoes they knew I wouldn't buy, but Rachel and Heather went to town with the boots. I was wishing I had taken the camera, but I had no idea Heather would look so adorable in the silver slouch boots at Payless or that Rachel would be so smashing in the red suede stiletto heels she slipped on over her jeans. So instead of seeing my cute girls in boots too big for them, you get a cheesy picture of me with the pigeon I caught last year on the beach. This was almost as much of an accomplishment as shoe shopping. I've only done it once before, in Central Park, and I never forgot the thrill.

A New Way to Play With Blocks

Michael got tired of making towers, so he stuffed his onesie with all 12 of Kelly's peek-a-blocks. He was so proud of himself that he staggered into the kitchen holding on for dear life to tell me he "put in pocket".

Weekend

We listened to General Conference yesterday and today at home. Yesterday, we worked while we were tuned in. Today, Stan and I sat blissfully still, the kids kept their hands busy with artistic endeavors and we all listened. Here are some samples of what the kids did.

Summer cut snowflakes out and let Heather tinge them with blue watercolor.

Rachel used both markers and watercolors to produce this picture of the redwood forest in Northern California. If you look closely you can see the banana slug in the bottom left hand corner.

Just FYI, banana slugs are edible.

Heather created a rainbow by first drawing with markers, then adroitly applying Elmer's glue.

Gwen crafted flowers with felt and beads. The picture is sideways. Just turn your head.

Kelly drew "two princesses and two silly men" with style and pizazz.

And, last but not least, our budding artist who is not defined by convention, nor limited by running out of paper - Michael.

FHE

We played soccer for family home evening last Monday. Everyone wants Heather on their team when we play because she is a rocket on the field.

We opened the envelope, and...

...it's a girl!!!

Why I am NOT going for the Mother of the Year Award

I was really excited about my ultrasound this morning. So excited that I forgot it was a planning day (which means a two hour earlier pick up time) for Summer. So excited that I didn't see anything I had on my schedule past 9:30 this morning, including picking Summer up. So excited that it wore me out. After I snacked the kids, I went to put Michael down for his nap, with the internet connected, with my cell phone at the other end of the house and with firm instructions to the other kids not to disturb me. I fell deeply asleep for A LONG TIME. Long enough to miss thirteen calls on the aforementioned cell phone and long enough for Summer to wait more than an hour to finally be picked up by her Dad who left work and dropped her off at the house before Sleeping Beauty (?) moved a muscle.

I woke up to find my sweet oldest daughter looking forlorn and forgotten in her bedroom. Poor baby!

After groveling for undeserved forgiveness and promising she could pick the flavors of shake we had for snack (a big privilege around here) I went to pick Rachel up. I was on the phone when I picked her up, but wanting to reassure myself that I wasn't too neglectful, I told my friend I'd call her back and turned to pay attention to at least one of my children for the day. I asked Rachel how she was, and she said one word, "Bad."

I thought, "Oh, no!" and asked what happened. Rachel started grinning and admitted that nothing was wrong. Her teacher had instructed all the kids to tell their parents that "because parents don't pay attention to their kids." Ha, ha!

I smiled about it with Rachel and admitted this may have not been the best day for this little demonstration since I had forgotten Summer and I already felt like a rotten mother. I enumerated all my wimpy excuses about being excited about the ultrasound, blah, blah, blah, and Rachel, getting to the heart of the matter, asked, "Did you find out the sex?"

I told her the doctor had, but that it was still in the envelope at home. Rachel, with a smile on her face and remembering having gone through this with Michael, groaned and exclaimed, "You are A ROTTEN MOTHER!"

Baby Picture!

This morning, I had my ultrasound. Everything looked great. Because of my age, I saw the perinatologist rather than an ultrasound tech, and he told me he didn't see any reason for me to have an amniocentesis, which was nice to hear. Here is the best picture. Isn't that a cute baby?
Oh, and for those of you wondering about the sex of the baby, the doctor took a picture, wrote down what he thought, and put it in this envelope. Happy peering :)

Hooray!

We have had

visits since we started the blog. As a thank you to all of you who have been paying attention to our ramblings, we'd like to invite you to dinner - TONIGHT! We're planning on eating in about 45 minutes, which would be 5:30 Pacific time, Sept. 17th.

See you then :)

Whew...what a relief!

For some schoolwork she had to do this week, Gwen wrote the following paragraph -

I like my school. It is my house, too. I am home schooled. I do school work there. I like it because I don’t have any weird teacher.

I am reassured...I guess. :)

Hiccups

Last night I was lying down still and quiet, waiting for Michael to go to sleep and I felt the baby hiccupping for the first time.

Heather's New Bunny

Last week, on our local freecycle list, someone was giving away a bunny. Since we had all the stuff (left over from Rachel's rabbit Bugsy before he met his tragic end) I asked Heather if she was interested. She has been wanting a furry pet. Stan and I prefer pets in cages since there is enough life running free around here and she hasn't been too keen on our suggestions of hermit crabs and fish.

Heather thought about it a bit, she is a very thoughtful girl, and decided, yes a rabbit would be wonderful. We picked the bunny up on Thursday from a family that didn't feel they had enough time to give her. She is named Sandy and is a sweet, velvety creature.

Written By Rachel

My cousin Ruby sent me a package in the mail with Larvets, a spicy worm snack, and butterfly candy a few days after I ate the cricket. (See The Candy was Yucky, the Cricket was Kinda Good) Everyone tried at least one bug except Summer, and everyone had a different opinion. Heather thinks they’re gross, Gwen said they taste like Hot Cheetos, Kelly said they’re yummy, I enjoyed them, and Michael was stuffing fistfuls in his mouth. Thanks from us all to Ruby, Aunt Stephanie, and Uncle Matt for the bugs they sent.

Where is his shirt?

Here is a picture of Michael when we got home from my OB appointment today. Yes, shirtless at the doctor’s office. Are you wondering why? Maybe we are even tackier than you thought. Maybe the AC wasn’t working and with 100+ degree heat, he was grumpy with his shirt on. Maybe I let him eat the lollipop the phlebotomist gave him when she drew blood for my test today (Where is the justice in THAT?) and his shirt was too sticky to meet the buckles of his car seat. Those would all be good guesses, but since you, a person of distinction and good taste, are reading our blog you will get the true story. Move over People magazine.

At each of my OB appointments, the nurse gives me a little cup, sends me to the bathroom and expects me to fills it with urine. Today, I told Heather, Gwen and Kelly to stand against the wall out of people’s way while I took Mr. Unpredictable in the restroom with me. Well, being the obedient girl I am, I filled my little cup and was getting dressed. I turned around just in time to see Michael, filled with curiosity, grab the cup and dump it all over his shirt. I quickly decided immodesty was better than a urine soaked shirt, so Michael was a beach bum at the doctor’s today.

The Candy was Yucky, the Cricket was Kinda Good

At the end of the school year last June, one of the kids' mothers gave everyone in Rachel's class a Hotlix cricket lollipop. She's been saving it and woke up this morning feeling that today was the day. She tried to eat the whole thing, but the candy was in her words, "Yucky" so she tried to get Michael to eat it. He wouldn't either, so she soaked the candy off and went straight for the good stuff.

Isn't she brave?

Here she is after chewing and swallowing. She survived! Our culinary expert said, "It was kinda stringy, kinda crunchy, and kinda good."

I've never seen...

...someone eat a drumstick like that!

Service Personnel Nightmare #1

I'm always driving cashiers crazy, asking to pay for $10 with my debit card, 52 cents in small change and the rest with a gift card. I'm never trying to be mean, just following my obsessive compulsive tendencies. I told Stan about my latest, and he told me he'd clean up after dinner without me if I put it on the blog. Who'd miss a chance like that?

Thursday, I drove a friend to another city to sign the lease on her apartment. She is starting college as a freshman on Tuesday. I was happy to be of help, but a bit nervous about making it back in time to pick Summer and Rachel up from school. After she did the paperwork and got the keys, we headed home, stopping at a Burger King before we got on the freeway. The drive-through line was long, so we decided to go inside to save time. It was a hot day and being thirsty, I ordered chocolate milk with my Whopper and was really looking forward to it. The drive-through would have been quicker than going in, but oh well (Murphy's Law). We rushed out to the car, buckled the kids in and zipped to the parking lot exit before we realized there was NO CHOCOLATE MILK in the bag! I considered going back, but there was already a car behind us, no room to turn around and the clock was ticking.

Well, I held onto my receipt, because somehow, someday I was going to get that milk. My chance came yesterday while Summer, Rachel and I were out running errands in 100+ degree heat. Rachel said, "Can we stop somewhere and get some ice water? I saw a Burger King and I saw my chance, so I whipped into the parking lot and told the girls, "We're going in." I took my receipt and went up to the employee that looked like he had the most authority and explained the situation. He looked doubtful and asked, "Another store?" I answered in the affirmative and tried to look both hopeful and slightly assertive (I wanted my milk!). He relented and said, "I guess I can do it this once." Then he waited expectantly for me to order something, but I just smiled and he trudged over to the fridge and got me MY MILK. Success! I did refrain from asking for some free ice water, so Rachel, Summer and I only got a swallow each. It didn't really quench anyone's thirst, but I had closure.

I used to think...

...that parents of boys were negligent when their kid's shirt was hanging out of his pants at church. Now I know the truth - it would take duct tape on the diaper to keep Michael's shirt tucked in for more the 12 seconds.

Here he is after church last Sunday, after mooching brownies and ice cream in the Young Women's room, and after playing in the landscaping while I opened the car and loaded it in the parking lot. He looks like someone without a mother, but I assure you, I was there for it all.

Do I have to?

Last week, I took the kids to the Scholastic Warehouse Sale. Most of them found something to spend their allowance on. I bought a computer program for them to share. After we got home, Summer asked if she could put it on the kid computer and I told her to go for it. She was gone for a while and came in and asked if she could click OK on the final button to install it. I said yes. She came back a minute later saying it wanted to install QuickTime now and was that OK? I told her it would be fine and she was gone thirty more seconds before she came back and announced, "It has a whole new set of terms and conditions and I read all of them for the first program and it took A LONG TIME. Do I have to read these, too?"

Mystery Fungi

Stan found this nifty blob in the back lawn.