Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Fathers Day Post
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Vulcan Salute
I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This is the 4th of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. The fourth memory is from 2nd grade or when I was 7.
It is when I got my hair cut like a boy. I remember I was wearing a red hooded sweatshirt. Very excited about my new hairstyle. I wanted to show my friend down the road. I walked over and rang the doorbell. Her mom answered. "Can LesLiegh come play." To which her mom replied. "Sorry Derek, LesLiegh isn't home right now." "Umm...I'm Nikki." "Oh, you and your brother could be twins." To which this conversation brought on a fascination with whether we really were twins or not? Were my parents hiding something? I mean someone just said we could be!!! (Come on, I was 7.)
It is when I got the lead role for a play in class. I remember sitting in rows and the teacher said she was going to write down a number and anyone who wanted to be the lead could guess the number. Whoever was right, would get to be the lead. So I concentrated real hard on her hand and if she would write one number or two. Did her hand write curl marks or straight. I actually guessed the correct number!! Now if you know me, I have no idea why I would be going for a lead role in a play. Granted it was a 2nd grade play. But, I have no desire to be in front of people. Zilch. Zip. Zero. None, what-so-ever. I don't know, maybe I did in 2nd grade. Well, I did it!!! Although I remember not doing it well.
It is when I learned to separate my fingers (The Vulcan Salute) while watching a space video during science class. The salutes like they did on Star Trek. It was dark, the movie was boring and I could not think of anything else to do at the time. You know, besides actually watching the movie. And yes, I can still do it.
It is when my parents separated for the first time. Now I can remember lots of events surrounding this. I remember exactly how my dads apartment looked. The confusion of why my dad had to live somewhere else. I remember being mad at my dad for not living with us. I remember my parents buying us lots of stuff. Although, I'm not sure if it was so they could show their love, if it was out of guilt or because they wanted to out do each other. Being 7 I thought it was to out do each other. I ended up hating when they wanted to buy us something. Sure, every now and then I liked what I got, but I made sure the other parent never saw it. I did not want the other to go and get us something too. Most of the time I just said I didn't need anything. I remember wondering when my friends parents were going to separate, and started getting confused over why they would have family time.
Okay, sorry to depress you there at the end. Actually I could have wrote a lot more. But I'll spare you.
It is when I got my hair cut like a boy. I remember I was wearing a red hooded sweatshirt. Very excited about my new hairstyle. I wanted to show my friend down the road. I walked over and rang the doorbell. Her mom answered. "Can LesLiegh come play." To which her mom replied. "Sorry Derek, LesLiegh isn't home right now." "Umm...I'm Nikki." "Oh, you and your brother could be twins." To which this conversation brought on a fascination with whether we really were twins or not? Were my parents hiding something? I mean someone just said we could be!!! (Come on, I was 7.)
It is when I got the lead role for a play in class. I remember sitting in rows and the teacher said she was going to write down a number and anyone who wanted to be the lead could guess the number. Whoever was right, would get to be the lead. So I concentrated real hard on her hand and if she would write one number or two. Did her hand write curl marks or straight. I actually guessed the correct number!! Now if you know me, I have no idea why I would be going for a lead role in a play. Granted it was a 2nd grade play. But, I have no desire to be in front of people. Zilch. Zip. Zero. None, what-so-ever. I don't know, maybe I did in 2nd grade. Well, I did it!!! Although I remember not doing it well.
It is when I learned to separate my fingers (The Vulcan Salute) while watching a space video during science class. The salutes like they did on Star Trek. It was dark, the movie was boring and I could not think of anything else to do at the time. You know, besides actually watching the movie. And yes, I can still do it.
It is when my parents separated for the first time. Now I can remember lots of events surrounding this. I remember exactly how my dads apartment looked. The confusion of why my dad had to live somewhere else. I remember being mad at my dad for not living with us. I remember my parents buying us lots of stuff. Although, I'm not sure if it was so they could show their love, if it was out of guilt or because they wanted to out do each other. Being 7 I thought it was to out do each other. I ended up hating when they wanted to buy us something. Sure, every now and then I liked what I got, but I made sure the other parent never saw it. I did not want the other to go and get us something too. Most of the time I just said I didn't need anything. I remember wondering when my friends parents were going to separate, and started getting confused over why they would have family time.
Okay, sorry to depress you there at the end. Actually I could have wrote a lot more. But I'll spare you.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Cringing Moments
I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This is the 3rd of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. The third story is about 1st grade.
My mind has been reeling over this one for, well, a day. I have not been able to think of anything for 1st grade. Well at least no memory that is blissful or fun! Just a memory of (cringe) the time I got caught cheating on a math test (because 1st grade math is tough you know). Which incidentally, sticks out very well. I remember we sat in desks of 4 that all faced each other. You could easily look up and see the papers in front of you. Everyone at my table was doing it.
My conscience was screaming at me "NO, don't do it." But I succumbed and did it, and then got caught. Peer pressure is something awful and the principals office is not a fun place to be! But, who in their right mind would want to share that and have this stigma attached to them. So instead, I'll just say I can't think of a thing about the 1st grade or of being 6!
My mind has been reeling over this one for, well, a day. I have not been able to think of anything for 1st grade. Well at least no memory that is blissful or fun! Just a memory of (cringe) the time I got caught cheating on a math test (because 1st grade math is tough you know). Which incidentally, sticks out very well. I remember we sat in desks of 4 that all faced each other. You could easily look up and see the papers in front of you. Everyone at my table was doing it.
My conscience was screaming at me "NO, don't do it." But I succumbed and did it, and then got caught. Peer pressure is something awful and the principals office is not a fun place to be! But, who in their right mind would want to share that and have this stigma attached to them. So instead, I'll just say I can't think of a thing about the 1st grade or of being 6!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Fathers Day!
Well our Fathers day weekend was quite packed. My husband had taken off Friday to be able to go to the car show. So his dad met him here at the house and they took the 2 older kids with them. I then proceeded to pack our stuff while Kenzie took a nap, so we could go to my dads later on in the afternoon. So around noon I picked them up and we drove to my dads house.
Sooner or later the kids started to wander over to the neighbors house. They had a big sandbox and lots of toys in their yard. The kids wanted to play with some things that we weren't sure about so we convinced Keira to go knock on their door and ask the kids to play. The whole family came out and the kids were told they were welcome to play with whatever they wanted even when they were not home. (My dad lets them use his clothes line for their clothes... doesn't it help to be friendly to your neighbors?!)
Now my dad grew up on a farm, but I suppose I never really talked to him about what he did on the farm. I kind of had this modern farm idea in my head not really thinking too hard about it, that my dad was helping on the farm in the late 50's and 60's. Well his neighbors are starting to raise chickens so they can have fresh eggs weekly. My dad has been helping her with different things like how to hold the chickens and feed them. That was one of his job growing up, tending to the chickens. Hmmm...I better start asking him more questions....not that I am starting a farm or anything. She asked the kids if they would like to hold one.
Keira could not wait.
As well as I couldn't either.
I know it's just a chicken and they are kind of dirty, but how often do you get the chance to hold a chicken? And not a baby one at that. My hubby and Caden decided to pass. Which I figured they would.
Sooner or later the kids started to wander over to the neighbors house. They had a big sandbox and lots of toys in their yard. The kids wanted to play with some things that we weren't sure about so we convinced Keira to go knock on their door and ask the kids to play. The whole family came out and the kids were told they were welcome to play with whatever they wanted even when they were not home. (My dad lets them use his clothes line for their clothes... doesn't it help to be friendly to your neighbors?!)
Now my dad grew up on a farm, but I suppose I never really talked to him about what he did on the farm. I kind of had this modern farm idea in my head not really thinking too hard about it, that my dad was helping on the farm in the late 50's and 60's. Well his neighbors are starting to raise chickens so they can have fresh eggs weekly. My dad has been helping her with different things like how to hold the chickens and feed them. That was one of his job growing up, tending to the chickens. Hmmm...I better start asking him more questions....not that I am starting a farm or anything. She asked the kids if they would like to hold one.
Keira could not wait.
As well as I couldn't either.
I know it's just a chicken and they are kind of dirty, but how often do you get the chance to hold a chicken? And not a baby one at that. My hubby and Caden decided to pass. Which I figured they would.
Sat. brought lots of fun too as we had our own little ONE tractor parade. Well that was more for the kids enjoyment. Who doesn't love a good tractor ride?
Some color guard.
and a little kickball. (which I think might actually have been Friday??)
And visiting the great-grandparents.
We took off late afternoon to meet Dave's parents about an hour in to our drive and met them at Culver's where there happen to be a real parade going by. So we stopped to watch that for a while. Then got home in the evening so Daddy could finish it off by going back to the car show.
We took off late afternoon to meet Dave's parents about an hour in to our drive and met them at Culver's where there happen to be a real parade going by. So we stopped to watch that for a while. Then got home in the evening so Daddy could finish it off by going back to the car show.
That was a full weekend in less then a weekend. Happy Fathers Day!!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Smells like Skunk
I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This will be the second of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. The second is those first school days.
Since my mom worked, it was my grandma who watched me during the day when I was little. I never attended preschool and kindergarten was half days every day. My grandma had done my hair very nice for school one day for me. She put me in some nice clothes and said, "Now Nicolle, you are going to school today....DO NOT GET DIRTY!" And then proceeded to let me play outside. I've been told within 5 min. I was playing with the dogs and letting it jump all over me. I got filthy! My grandma came out and was mad! "Nicolle I told you not to get dirty!" My response..."It's okay grandma, lots of kids go to school dirty." This story I have been told, but even worse is the story I remember.
I remember the first day of Kindergarten. Both kindergarten classes were meeting in one room. They would then let you know who your teacher was, so you could go together with your class. While waiting for everyone to show, the teachers were of course entertaining everyone. As all the kids arrived and the names were called to who their teacher was, they thought since everyone had been so good we could all have a sticker...a scratch and sniff sticker. Now, I loved stickers when I was little. Had books of them. My dresser was filled with stickers. I loved stickers! When it came my turn the anticipation was rising as to what my sticker would be. I reached my little hopeful hand into the bucket, a flower perhaps, or maybe cinnamon roll. Ahhh the scents would be so sweet. When I pulled my hand out my heart dropped.
I...got... a... skunk.
What teacher in there right mind would put a skunk scratch and sniff sticker into a bucket for children! I remember the stench. It was awful! Even worse...I asked for a new sticker, and the reply was....."No!" That was one sticker that certainly did not go into my book. My little heart was broken:-(
PS
I have since then recovered from the awful smell and memory!:)
Since my mom worked, it was my grandma who watched me during the day when I was little. I never attended preschool and kindergarten was half days every day. My grandma had done my hair very nice for school one day for me. She put me in some nice clothes and said, "Now Nicolle, you are going to school today....DO NOT GET DIRTY!" And then proceeded to let me play outside. I've been told within 5 min. I was playing with the dogs and letting it jump all over me. I got filthy! My grandma came out and was mad! "Nicolle I told you not to get dirty!" My response..."It's okay grandma, lots of kids go to school dirty." This story I have been told, but even worse is the story I remember.
I remember the first day of Kindergarten. Both kindergarten classes were meeting in one room. They would then let you know who your teacher was, so you could go together with your class. While waiting for everyone to show, the teachers were of course entertaining everyone. As all the kids arrived and the names were called to who their teacher was, they thought since everyone had been so good we could all have a sticker...a scratch and sniff sticker. Now, I loved stickers when I was little. Had books of them. My dresser was filled with stickers. I loved stickers! When it came my turn the anticipation was rising as to what my sticker would be. I reached my little hopeful hand into the bucket, a flower perhaps, or maybe cinnamon roll. Ahhh the scents would be so sweet. When I pulled my hand out my heart dropped.
I...got... a... skunk.
What teacher in there right mind would put a skunk scratch and sniff sticker into a bucket for children! I remember the stench. It was awful! Even worse...I asked for a new sticker, and the reply was....."No!" That was one sticker that certainly did not go into my book. My little heart was broken:-(
PS
I have since then recovered from the awful smell and memory!:)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Mowing
Caden loves to ride with Daddy when he mows...although it always makes him a little too sleepy:)
The story of ME!
I am joining Janna at Mommy's Piggy Tales to record my youth. This will be the first of 15 series, every Thurs, that I will be recording. The first is the story of me.
My mom went into her 38 week appointment a couple of days before Thanksgiving. I was due to be born around Christmas time. Everything was looking good. Doctor said I wasn't going to be coming anytime soon. My mom was glad because her doctor was going to be on vacation the following day for 2 weeks. Thanksgiving came and went. And the next day my mom awoke to what felt like a tickle in her stomach. Yes, a tickle is what I said! She tells me now that it just felt like I was tickeling her tummy. Like I was saying let me out I want to play. I personally think she is remembering wrong...especially after having three children of my own. Thinking that this could be it, my dad and her went to the hospital and after a few hours I was born at 6:37 am. 7 lbs 11 oz. and a lot of dark blk hair. After being told I was a girl the first thing my mom said is "Is it really , are you sure?" (This is because I have two older brothers.) My dad said, "yes it's a girl. Good." He probably said this knowing my mom wanted a girl and if I had not been a girl would have wanted to keep trying.
But there was not much fanfare or complications. Mom said that if all of her pregnancy were this easy she would have more kids. (I am the 3rd and the last.)
So after such and intense labor they off course had to name me. Some names my parents almost called me were: Danelle or JanaLee. But, Danelle was too close to Daniel, which is my oldest brothers name and JanaLee was a combination of Jan (my mom) and Harlie (my dad). So the settled on Nicolle, which my mom suggested. I am named for myself. My middle name (Laurie) although, is named after my grandma Lauretta Laurie.
Me, My Grandma Lauretta, my first born Keira and my mom Jan
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Mimicking
I love this stage as a babe gets older. Kenzie has been mimicking just about everything that I do, plus some things the kids do...and it is just TOO CUTE:) For example two days ago I was scratching Keiras' back and Kenzie walked right over plunked her little body down and started scratching her back too. Then as I was erasing the kids' chalkboard yesterday I saw her watching me, and sure enough as soon as I walked away she toddled on over, picked up the eraser and started erasing the board. Then today during bath time, Caden likes to wash my arm as I dangle it over the tub (?), and she got right in on it too. Picked up her washcloth and started scrubbing my arm. Caden just about flipped as he thought she was acting so grown up!
Now lets just hope she doesn't start to pick up on bad habits to copy:-S
Now lets just hope she doesn't start to pick up on bad habits to copy:-S
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Kenzies 1st Birthday!!
My Baby turned 1! My how does time fly...
This is of photo of her on her actual birthday. We had a party for her with family later that weekend. My very generous mother and father in-law hosted us at their lake house. Which made for some good relaxing time.
Here are some of our family members
My father in-law and grandparents (if you watched WCCO news on Memorial Day at 6pm you would have saw an interview with my grandpa. He is one of the remaining few who was a P51 fighter pilot in WWII that saw the bombing of Hiroshima.)
My grandma, mom and step-dad
My neice, isn't she a doll
My dad and KenzieUnfortunately I did not get any other pics of family that was there, as at one point I could not find the camera.....hmmm wonder who had it??? Here is a pic I found later, do you think you can tell who had the camera?
Ok, obviously it was Keira, she is my little camera stealer... who then takes self portraits and pictures of things like the floor or toys:)But the party went off without a hitch. Lots of family time, presents and the birthday girl had lots of cake!
This is her before she got sleepy...
And this is her falling asleep mid bite! Sooo tuckered.Happy Birthday Kenz!
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