Sunday, November 03, 2013

Halloween Fun Wrap-Up

It's Halloween
by Jack Prelutsky
It's Halloween! It's Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can't be seen
On any other night.

Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.

In masks and gowns
we haunt the street
And knock on doors
for trick or treat.

Tonight we are the king and queen,
For oh tonight it's Halloween!


I'm posting all our photos from ALL our Halloween fun in one post. We went Trick-or-Treating with our Small Group and to the Fall Festival at our church. That's just about enough Halloween for me a year. :)














Friday, November 01, 2013

Happy Halloween!

You'll just have to pretend that this was posted on Thursday. Our Internet has been wonky all week and I'm just now finding a few minutes of uninterrupted wi-fi. 

First-World Problems. I know.

But ya'll. 

Look how cute they are!!


In case you aren't married to a die-hard Phillies fan or don't actually care at all about Philadelphia baseball, Eli went as CHASE UTLEY and (somehow) convinced Phoebe to go as the PHILLIE PHANATIC. 

Guess what kind of costume they don't sell on Amazon. 


I'm pretty sure this costume will go down in McCall Family Lore and sit in the attic forever because that's just the way these kinds of things go. 

And I think there will be green fuzz all over my carpet just as long. 
Monday, October 28, 2013

"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them."

-Archbishop Desmond Tutu





Thursday, October 24, 2013

Am I The Only Mom...

Am I the only mom who mentally has to put on her big girl panties and remind herself that "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit" when it comes to her children?

Am I the only mom who tells her children that she's "done" with them in the morning, that they know when their ride leaves and she hopes they're on it with all their stuff finished because she was tired of pushing and pulling and nagging the entire morning?

Am I the only mom who struggles to find the "best" things about her child? 

Am I the only mom who feels that "each child has unique abilities and talents and shines in their own way" just might be a load of crap?

Am I the only mom who prays to see her child as God sees them because she knows that He didn't make a mistake, but some most days it seems like it? 

Am I the only mom who makes nachos for dinner and sits her kids down in the living room to watch "The Voice" because she's just too darn tired to engage?

Am I the only mom who wonders what it would feel like to be completely and overwhelmingly proud of their child for something...anything...because mostly they just aren't?

Am I the only mom who has now cried in the principal's office AND at a parent/teacher conference?

Am I the only mom whose prayers for her children come from a place so deep she didn't even know it existed only to feel as if they've fallen on deaf ears...again?

Am I the only mom who wonders if it wouldn't be better for the unthinkable to happen to her so that her children could put this stubborn perseverance they've been "gifted" with to good use?

Am I the only mom who feels like she doesn't have whatever it is that makes other moms so drunk with love for being a mom that she wonders if there is something secretly wrong with her?


Because it certainly feels like I'm the only one... 



Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Show and Tell: A Collection of Quilts

I haven't had the time lately to do a lot of sewing, but I did manage to get a few quilts made last Spring and Summer. With Eli having 2 teachers combined with Phoebe's Kindergarten teacher, I "whipped" up three quilts last Spring before school ended. And by "whipped up", I mean I started in March and finished them by the last day of school. 

This pink and black chevron quilt was for Phoebe's Kinder teacher, Mrs. Boaz, who only has boys. I was happy to make her a girly-girl quilt.


Mrs. Reed, Eli's Science/Math teacher received this red and turquoise quilt.


 Mrs. Gjerde, his Homeroom/Language Arts teacher was gifted this happy quilt and it couldn't have suited her personality better.


I'm not a huge fan of quilt labels because I think they take away from the look of the quilt. However, I do have the kids write a sweet note to each teacher and use those as labels. They were super sweet this year.


Call me crazy, but if I can make someone cry with my gift, then I have succeeded! :) Not because I'm cruel, but that's how I know I've done it right.






Why do I sew quilts for my children's teachers? Isn't that just a little too much? I don't think so. And it isn't because I'm trying to show up the other moms in the classroom...'cause you know I'm screwing up in lots of other areas so that's not it. I'm a gift-giver. It's my love language. I wish I spoke a more noble love language like quality time or words of affirmation, but gift-giving is my thing...and I'm really good at it. These teachers work really hard all year long. In so many ways, they are parenting my children right along with me. For nine months, they worry and work and love on my children. Even if we've had our differences or we wouldn't necessarily be friends outside of school, they are doing their absolute best to make sure my children succeed. This last year, we *loved* our teachers...professionally and personally. These quilts are a sad, small token of our gratitude. They helped write a beautiful chapter in my children's lives and I hope these quilts remind them of that every time they see them.

This summer, I made a little baby quilt for my friend, STEPHANIE. She has an amazing story (that's too long to tell here!) and it was a pleasure to make a baby quilt for her new baby son, Levi.



It even made it to her before she delivered...barely! :)
Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Phoebe at Play

So I haven't come back with a bang as I meant to, but I think one of the reasons I don't have as much posting material is because my children are past the "cute" stage. 

They aren't the cute, cuddly babies they once were who were merely photo worthy because they existed and they aren't silly, sweet toddlers either. They seem to be big kids now. (Eli even swears he's a tween...God help us!) Their days consist of school and practice and homework and dinner and that's about it. 

But every once in awhile they do something precious.  Like when Phoebe set up her own hair salon after I bribed her with the SALON CHAIR from Target if she'd eat all the healthy food in her lunch for 20 school days. She finally managed it a couple weeks ago and then couldn't wait to play with it.


Phoebe is still pretty sure she wants to be a hair stylist (or hair lady as she calls it) and this was good "practice". Her "client" was willing to have the whole package done that day!


Just like any hair stylist, they talked about how great the client's hair looks, how long the appointment is taking, and the words Phoebe has "learned" in "Spanish"...like "mitzy" means "hello". She's very multicultural, that one.


Kit couldn't leave without having her eyebrows done! She just wouldn't look right! It's a good thing for Kit I had left my laundry baskets out. She might have left the salon unplucked!


It makes my heart happy to see my children play. 

"It is a happy talent to know how to play."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Monday, September 30, 2013

Friday Night Lights...Or Sunday Afternoon Lights As The Case May Be

So I took a little trip to New Orleans with Brad (he had a conference) and it was super fun, but I didn't take a single photo. Not even one. Brad took one with his phone, but it was horrible so I probably won't be posting it. 

It took a few days to get back in the swing of things.

Then I got a tummy bug. It was awesome.

I'm just now posting about the McCall's New Adventure: Football. Eli has never played football so we jumped in feet first playing tackle football. I still have absolutely no idea what it going on out there in the field. None. Don't get me wrong, I love to watch Eli playing whatever he's playing because he puts it all out there and plays hard. It's just with football, I don't know what's happening.  But I do love to watch the boys warming up. Mainly because Brad helps and he and Eli seem to find a little time to horse around. 


Even I can't tell the boys apart when they are in full football gear...except by their socks and shoes. Eli's shoes have one red lace and one pink lace. He's also #80.


















I bet this is just what the end of the Dallas Cowboys practices look like. 

Right?
Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Unwind: A Book Review


Since I didn't blog this summer, I had a lot of time to read. 

And I read A BUNCH. 

There's something to be said for having children who are old enough to entertain themselves and get themselves to the bathroom alone when the need arises.  I won't give you a review of all the books, but there was one in particular that made me think because the concept was so novel. (Get it?! Novel?) It made me think of a quote I saw on Pinterest awhile back.


Brad (a non-reader) might argue that I couldn't possibly relate to emotions or situations I find in my science fiction/fantasy/dystopian novels I read, but I would disagree...especially in the case of Unwind by Neal Shusterman.


From WIKIPEDIA (because I can't be bothered to write all of this!):

"Unwind is a 2007 science fiction novel by young adult literature author Neal Shusterman. It takes place in the United States, somewhere in the near future. After a civil war—known as the Second Civil War or the Heartland War—is fought over abortion, a compromise was reached, allowing parents to sign an order for their children between the ages of 13 and 18 years old to be unwound—taken to "harvest camps" and having their body parts harvested for later use. The reasoning was that, since 100% (actually 99.44% taking into account the appendix and "useless" organs) was required to be used, unwinds did not technically "die", because their individual body parts lived on. In addition to unwinding, parents who are unable to raise their children to age thirteen for retroactive abortion have the option to "stork" their child by leaving it on another family's porch. If they don't get caught, the "storked" baby then becomes the other family's responsibility."

It was a fascinating read. Not so much because it was brilliantly well-written (although it was pretty good), but because there were so many facets to think about. "Storking" and "Unwinding" and the "Tithes" that were only born to be unwound and the fact that teenagers were targeted because of the failure of the public education system. One of the protagonists is a 16-year-old boy whose parents have decided he needs to unwound. He seems to be a typical, troubled teen who battles rage and making wise choices and his parents are at their wit's end. 

Basically, he's Eli in six years. Not that I can predict the future, but that boy has never taken the easy path. Compliant, patient, calm, wise...those are not words used to describe Eli. There are days I find myself praying to just like him again. I dread his teenage years. For so long I've waited for everything to just "click" with him and it just never does. I've come to realize it's probably going to happen after he leaves my house and goes out into the world. Bummer. And I think his teenage years are going to be super hard. 

I found myself wondering, "If I lived in this book, would I unwind Eli?" 

I'd like to think that I wouldn't, that our family is better than that, but it still makes me wonder. It doesn't really have anything to do with not loving him enough. I love him fiercely, and I hope no one reading this post thinks otherwise. But what if love wasn't enough? What if I lived within the parameters of the book and the media and my church and society kept telling me that he would be better off unwound? Because that's what happened in the book. The world "needed" those teenagers' parts for other people...to make them whole. What if I didn't have any support? What if "good moms" unwound their children because to have a different child was so vile, so unthinkable, that this is what parents did daily?  What if this was the norm? What would I do? 

I never did come up with an answer to satisfy myself...mostly because I don't really have to make that choice. But I did enjoy reading the book (and it's sequel, UNWHOLLY). What I did not enjoy was realizing at the end of the second book that the third wasn't in publication yet! AGGHHH! I have done that enough times that you'd think I'd learn my lesson. Apparently not.

Go read Unwind and Unwholly.  That way "you don't have to take my word for it" and I won't sound near as crazy! (And gold stars to anyone who can tell me where that line is from without Googling it!)
Saturday, September 14, 2013

A Fresh Start

So I decided I wasn't ready to let this little blog die just yet. But it needed something new. A new look. A fresh start. 

I had also decided it should coincide with the beginning of school. You know, the real "New Year". But I wasn't really ready for that, either, so I'm a few weeks behind. 

We're up and running now, though. Maybe I'll find my writing stride again. Maybe I'll even post some photos I took over the summer. 

Maybe.

Here's a photo of my kiddos all ready for the first day of school. It's Eli's last year in elementary (sniff, sniff). And Phoebe feels like one of the "big kids" in first grade. 


The only thing I made in the above photo was Phoebe's pants. They were a P-A-I-N since I don't have a serger and I was kind of surprised they didn't rip that same day. I haven't sewn much lately either, but I'm hoping to rectify that, as well.

Two final photos with Dad before the big day started. Both were a little nervous since neither had any of their bestest friends in class with them. Telling them they'd make friends was small comfort that morning, but I think they've managed.




It was a good start. Maybe this'll be another good start for the ole blog. Brad just walked by and was surprised I was blogging. Then he told me I probably didn't have any readers left anyway. He's an encourager like that. 
Thursday, May 16, 2013

Ten on Ten: May 2013

As life whirls by faster and faster, it's nice to take a day and find the beauty in the everyday things around us. That's what I think TEN ON TEN is all about. May is no different...although the time seems to speed up considerably. 

That's why this wasn't posted until the 16th. :)

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