Thursday, December 29, 2011

2011 In A Nutshell

                                             The nuggets on Christmas morning 2011


                                               Riley and her best buddy from the 'hood'

Riley:  This year my sweet, beautiful, and poised Riles left 5th grade and began 6th.  She moved up to Majors in Little League baseball and again chose to play in a dominantly male league rather than with the girls.  She reads a lot and she and I have been able to read some of the same books and talk about them which has been fun.  As always she is a big help at home and is a great sister to the other kids.  She has learned to do laundry (which she could have done before if I hadn't been so uptight about my laundering ways).  She's had a good time bike riding and running around the neighborhood with the other girls on the street.  She likes to cook and bake.  Finally she turned 12 and will be entering Young Womens.  Since her birthday is so close to the end of the year she had to stick it out in Primary with me.  She has shown a lot of maturity and sensitivity.  She has also taken up playing the clarinet and has had one concert.  Ri continues to play the piano and sounds wonderful.  Despite her efforts I have still not learned to play the bottom hand:(  Right now she is back in Jr.  Jazz basketball and has been kicking it out on the court.

                Jack at the School of Awesomeness with his school mates and a cow eyeball


Jack:  Oh my Jackie Boy.  He has come a long way this year.  He recently had his first unschool anniversary!!! If he were in The School From Hell he would be in 4th grade.  He has begun reading a lot.  He enjoyed it before but found large books daunting....as he was finding most things. He just passed off 5th grade math before the Christmas break and should be overtaking Riley in 6th grade in the near future.    Jack has finally become the boy that I knew was hiding under all of the sadness and anxiety.  Jack earned his Wolf in Cub Scouts and should be earning his Bear in the next few weeks.  He also played flag football, consistently attends scouts, gives talks in Primary, leads opening exercises at co-op, had two large Primary Program parts, and talks to people.  All of those things are things he never would have done a year ago.  This year Jack has started not just homeschool but also co-op (The School of Awesomeness) with some other families in the area. He has become very good friends with the kids....especially the boys and has the run of the neighborhood with them.  They ride bikes, have survival days down in the washes with litters of foxes, do farm chores, and play lots and lots of football!  His anxiety is managed and he is happy and funny!  He has also shown a very compassionate side and is a great brother and also really good with any younger children that come through our home.

Piglet just before Thumbelina

Mads:  My little talented beauty.  Mads finished kindergarten in a blaze of glory and is well into first grade.  She loves the friends she has and is very kind and generous, going out of her way to make others feel welcome.  She has a very best friend, Avs, and they believe they are twins from different parents.  First grade has been a bit of a challenge....as in so far, it's not a challenge.  Madison would prefer to be homeshcooled.  I regret not taking Jack out sooner so I am very conflicted about what to do with Mads.  She doesn't need homeschool in all of the same ways Jack does, but either way she will be successful.  This was Mads first year in Little League baseball and according to her was her last.  There was not enough action to keep her entertained.  Mads also took part in the local children's theater when they put on the play Thumbelina.  Although her part was small...just like her...she did a fantastic job as a lady bug and as a fairy warrior.  If she agrees to do any more theater, she wants larger roles:)  Mads loves, loves to read and has carried a copy of Harry Potter with her since she was a toddler.  She has spread her wings to other novels, loves to write stories (which are always hilarious), and to draw pictures.  She usually also carries a sketch pad or notebook everywhere.  During the summer she made a large portfolio of drawings which she sold to neighbors for college tuition.  She also plays the piano, but as I am too cheap, she has never had an actual lesson.

                                  Max sporting his new maturity at the ward Christmas party

Max:  My charming little beast.  His heart is so soft that he can't stand it if I raise my voice.....but he can beat the **** out of anyone that crosses him.  Max has a witty laugh and devilish grin.  He is very mischievious.  Every morning when he wakes up he wants 3 things......chocolate milk, a cuddle, and to challenge me at Mario Cart Wii.  He has worked his way through many preschool workbooks at my request and his disdain.  He cares not for anything educational, very much unlike his siblings.  He loves to cut up anything scissors will go through, look at books, be read to, color, and make pictures that he then tapes together as a gift for me.  Max is wild for outdoors and sports.  He would like to spend everyday with Coppa doing farm things.  Max has successfully avoided preschool because I cannot let my baby go.  He is great at doing chores....laundry and dishes, but generally likes to use the excuse that he just can't do anything so that everyone else in the house will come to his rescue and he can sit on the couch with a cup of chocolate milk and watch us take care of everything.  Max has been the witness to many football, baseball, and basketball games this year.  He can't wait until he is the one playing them.  His most notorious accomplishment this year.....find some way to make you say 'what?' so he can say..."'YOU IT!"

             Officer Handsome in a dunk tank to raise money for the Carbon High Track Team

Jason:  Officer Handsome has accomplished so many things that I will never remember them all.  He spent a week in Montreal, Canada at a Drug Recognition Expert conference.  He learned a lot about social issues outside of Utah.  He continues to work 36 hour days as he travels from SLC to Blanding.  He makes court appearances, trains new and seasoned officers, instructs firearms, tends bar, teaches concealed weapons classes, teaches at the University, and plays bishop/nanny at the University where he works part time on their police department.  In church he serves as a Gospel Doctrine instructor, which I hear he is good at, but have never born witness to. He was even asked to speak at the Stake Festival of Choirs.  As usual......everyone loved him.  Among other accomplishments this year, he has finally taken me on a honeymoon, put in sod on nearly an acre, and ripped out the master bathroom shower.  One of his favorite guns was treated to a new sweater this Christmas....to the rapture of both he and the gun.  He continues to cater to my every whim, making him indespensable.
Me and my sister wives at a Halloween party.  We were so convincing that the people who didn't know us thought we really were sister wives.  The men folk happened to be out of town or hunting and we showed up with about 14 kids.

Me:  Despite the mounting evidence that suggests I spend a grave amount of time with my feet up and a crystal dish of bon bons at my side.......I sometimes find it necessary to move about.  Having botched my first opportunity at Primary President, it has been presented again.  God has showered me with the blessing of a Presidency that I adore.  Three other amazing women keep me on track, stop me from being so hard hearted, and have become dear friends.  With Master Jack at home all day......every day.....I have again become a teacher.  Jack and I also helped form a co-op, the previously mentioned School of Awesomeness.  I spend some time each month with the fantabulous kids in our little private shcool being their science teacher.  I strive to either scare the pants off of them or make them love me. Also this year, I have spent a lot of time on introspection and began journaling a lot, thinking a lot, praying a lot, learning a lot, making lots of mistakes, being thankful for them and thankful for the chance to fix them. As usual I continue to disregard responsibility for the greater pleasure of reading.  I have done some yard saling, furniture re-inventing, crafting, interior decorating, craft fairing.  I went on an amazing! out of the country! honeymoon/15th anniversary cruise.  Since the day I returned to the States I have wanted to leave again......to the place where there are 5 course meals served hot, snacks inbetween, a pitch black stateroom, a swaying ship, and someone that folds and restores my lingerie every time I leave my room.  I also gave up drinking pop.  I have not yet passes a day in which I do not crave it. 
The nuggets at BYU after the art exhibit.  They are standing infront of an exhibit of a zillion stacked books!!

Everyone: This year we hiked Mt. Timp, spent some time in a condo in Park City, visited  a waterpark frequently, went to the BYU museum to see a painting exhibit, watched a universe movie on the dome of the Planetarium, watched many many many sporting events, spent the summer at the pool, spent a lot of time with friends, graduated from Utah Foster Care classes, sent off people we love dearly to live in Florida, got a HUGE dog, read lots of books, saw lots of movies, snuggled, played, gardened, sang, danced, and made lots of goals for 2012.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

What Kind Of Mother Are You?

Jack played football this year.  It's the first activity he actually asked for on his own.  He's been loving it.  If I were the kind of mother that I am supposed to be.......there would be pictures to substantiate my claim.  Jack was terribly adorable.  Everytime he made a touch down he would hang his head and pretend it was nothing instead of chest bump and high five.

A few weeks ago The School of Awesomeness (Jack's co-op) had Red Ribbon Week.  Of course Officer Handsome was our guest speaker.  We tried the old....scare em straight strategy.  Only one child confessed to nightmares after, and one refused to participate completely.   The children were whisked off to the land of drug abuse by their fearless leader, where they learned the dangers of meth abuse through pictorial proof provided by a series of mug shots.  Meth makes you look old, dirty and you get lots of red sores!  The treachery of huffing, shown here....

And to really drive it home, the kids wore 'beer goggles', which skew your vision and trick your mind.  It illustrated how your reaction time and balance are changed with alcohol use.

Riley is continuing on with her piano.  She has also been crafting like mad with Duct Tape.  It's been pretty fun.

Mads is in the children's theater play of 'Thumbelina'.  She seems excited.  She's really loved school but finds it a little boring.....which she told her teacher.  The teacher then sent home loads of algebra for her to do HERE.

Max remains shaggy and handsome.  He has no need of preschool because he finds it useless.  He will never know his numbers or letters.  He will grow up to be a wrestler or football player with a small farm on the side and a lovely wife that will do all of his reading for him.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Death Shudder

 Anyone that is left with nothing better to do and is reading this blog......it just had a little death shudder.  Life has been busy and I can't bring myself to log on to my blog.  What with having to put in my password and all, it's quite a chore.  Here are some things that have occurred over the summer.  Mostly this is for my own journaling.  If you happen to read.......please do enjoy.

Above is Jason running the Lunatic Triathalon earlier in the summer.  This is a fun event that happens in our area and takes place at night.  This kids made posters and cheered their dad on.  He had a really great time of 1 hour 8 minutes.....a really great time considering he didn't prepare by doing anything.  Some people have all the luck with their bodies!
 Another fun time was when Jason took the nuggies fishing and hooked his own hand on the way out of the truck.  He stuck it out of course and finished fishing with them before coming home and heading to the ER.  It took quite a bit to numb the old finger.  Then they cut the hook, unwrapped the fly, and pulled the hook out forward.  He didn't even bleed.  They put on a band aid to make themselves feel proficient.  It was a busy night in the ER but since Jason wasn't high on meth we were triaged to the front of the line.

 Piglet finally convinced me to let her cut Rasta hair off.  It was long and gorgeous, but awful to care for!  She donated (or will when I get an envelope) to Locks of Love.

We had a fun time going to Seven Peaks water park, staying in a condo in Park City, going to baseball games, camping, and hiking Timpanogis. Here we are high above the valley.





Mads let me do a photo shoot of her with her hair!   She is so adorable.  This picture should have been with the short hair one........but alas I am not patient enough to go back and put it in the right place.
School just started.  Here are Ri and Mads on the firtst day.  Ri is in 6th.  Mads is in 1st.  They seem to be enjoying it.

This is Jack's first day of co-op.  We are co-opping with 3 other families.  The moms are awesome and the kids are great too.  Jack has really opened up since starting homeschool.  Many people have commented that he is so much happier and approachable.  He is willing to do activities and socialize, which he was not willing to do before.  He will be starting football in a week and seems excited.  He loves school!  What a blessing. 

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Anniversary

Fifteen years ago this hunk above cried his eyes out when he saw me.  He will neither confirm nor deny if it was love or horror that brought those tears to the surface.  Yet he has stuck it out.  He always knows just the thing to do.  He truly is my Superman.  I have always been completely taken care of.  He makes me laugh.  He makes me feel safe.  He knows when to joke and when I need serious.  He's always got me covered. He has brought more to my life than I could have ever managed on my own.

Every moment with him has been spectacular because they all add up to now.  And when the last day comes, it will never be enough.  All I will want is another day.  I love you.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

What I Learned On Easter........



I know I should be using Easter as a time to blog about the Resurrection and a moment of spiritual enlightenment.  I am kind of sad for myself that this post isn't going to be about that.  Later I will probably have some shame associated with the lost opportunity.

Easter morning, as the sun was rising and I was snuggled in my down comforter on my yummy bed.
 I tried to have a moment of reflection.  I was just getting started considering the massive implications of the Atonement when the kids scuttled in.  Mads and Max got on the bed and wedged between Officer Handsome and I.  Mads pulled out the old 'kitten' routine and started bunting and kissing us and saying, 'Happy Easter!' to everyone.  As she cuddled into the bend of my knees and Max patted my face, Mads (where do things like this come from AT times like these?) blurts.....'I know what Meth is!"  I have a moment where I truly consider that she has learned how to make meth.  It flashes through my brain that she heard about some meth bust on KSL, in which they invariably tell you the ingredients, and she is informing me that by taking battery acid, fertilizer, and comet she can start her own business.  "Um, what Mads?"  (Hear the worry?)  "The Devil's spit!!!"

I am flooded with relief.  When I ask her who the Devil is....considering all of the answers......she falls back on her 2008 presidential campaign propaganda and shouts, "Barack Obama is Satan!"

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I Bit The Bullet

     Er, that is a picture that I took while I was waiting to board my ship to paradise....the boarding happened to be much later than expected.
      Something else I didn't really expect.  I pulled Jack out of school.  There wasn't one big reason.  I have wanted to homeschool all of the kids for a long time.  He was being overlooked and not challenged.  And he HATED school.  HATED it.  I felt like I owed him to try something else since four continual years of hating 75% of his day didn't ever make him wake up with a different attitude.  I knew it would be a challenge.  Still...I didn't really expect what I got.
      We quickly formed a sweet little co-op of our own with two other families and two fun mamas.  The kids are pretty awesome and it is nice to have a group for the male child to hang with, especially around holidays.  We meet on a weekly basis and have a fun project which the kids get through with gritted teeth so that they can move on to challenging each other on the Wii (yuck).
     For the first few days while Jack and I were on our own, it was like all of the dreams I had about homeschooling.....except for the missing ten other children and the long farm table.  I tested him out of 3rd grade and moved him on to some other things that didn't glass over his eyes.  He read, he wrote, he did algebra.  And then the honeymoon adjourned rather quickly.  Despite how terrifying and wicked mean I find myself, Jack is not ruffled or intimidated.  I hate it.  If I don't have intimidation I have nothing.  Even love doesn't pack the punch pure meanness does.  Jack and I are a poor personality match.  I pray that someday he finds a girl just like his dad that can put up with the shear amounts of stubborn that spit out of him like lava.  He has yet to actually win one of our scuffles.....but he is getting close.  Ssh don't tell him.  I'll flat out let it be known I dream about starting to drink.
     All of the field trips, organic learning in situation, brain bending science experiments, leading Jack to find internal motivation, and break out literary adventures......they are in the crapper and I am about ready to flush.  I think my expectations were too high.  I think learning is so fun.  I want it to be amazing and exciting.  I think he should pick up on whatever I present him before I am even finished.  I think that I don't want to have to stand behind him with a bull whip and physically press him into doing a teeny weeny bit of work. 
     At this present moment it is 4:38 p.m. mountain standard time.  He has done nothing more than eek out a few words of writing.  He has yet to attempt his math.  He did not read anything.  There was no science experiment.  He did however move all of the chairs from one room to another, make cup upon cup of chocky moomie for Max, play football with Max, make two meals for himself, poke me everytime he walked by, help unload groceries, and explain a movie that I haven't seen.  And still......still! Even though I want to drown myself or put my passport to good use by disappearing.......I STILL think that for right now, this is a better choice for Jack than going to an organized school institution.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

#20 Someone You See Yourself Marrying or Being With In the Future


Finally slummin' my way back to the challenge.  And it reminds me that this challenge was probably meant for a 15 year old. 
I'm pretty sure you can guess who I can see myself married to.  I admit I tried to picture myself married to other people but the people in my fantasy weren't smiling.  It's not easy being Peczuh and it takes a real man to voluntarily jump on this train. 
When I was younger I truly believed in 'soul mates'.  I knew there was only one person out there for me.  It seemed so romantic!  And that is how I wanted to see my life.  Years of living have made it pretty obvious that not many things work out that beautifully.  I know that my beloved could have lots of matches out there that would be good for him.  I on the other hand have literallly 0 matches.  I learned this the hard way when my Bobby and I took the eHarmony quiz to see if we were matches.  We weren't.  He had piles and piles of cute girls that were ready for their first 'get to know you' chat.  That's when I nixed his account. I wasn't a match for anyone  for about 5 years, and then there were two guys that were living at home and addicted to gaming.  Obviously even eHarmony had given up on me. 
I tend to be extreme in most areas of my life and eHarmony let me know that not many people can take that.  I love hard.  I cry hard.  I dance hard.  I hate hard.  I believe what I believe with intensity and I don't bend to anyone else very easily.  Now I'm not saying my man is really my little wife.  He doesn't let me run the show, he just knows how to handle with care.
I know my life wouldn't be what it is today without my guy.  I love him.  I try to honor him.  No surprise...I see myself with him in the future.