Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Baseball By The Numbers



 Phillies Baseball Academy Camper's Reunion night at Citizen's Bank Park


Family members of Chase's who bought tickets to see Chase in the Camper's Parade prior to the game.


 Minutes prior to the game that campers needed to be there.


Minutes in mild traffic to get into the city.


Seconds that RJ enjoyed sitting in his seat before all hell broke loose.


Number of times he picked up and put back his drink in the nifty little cup holder in front of me before I put a stop to it. 


 The amount of dollars we spent on two hot dogs, one large fry, one refillable soda, one super-giant popcorn, and two beers (Sam Adams Summer Love - a bit hoppy, but still yummy!) 


 The number of times Roger or I took RJ on a walk to try to wear him out. 


Leftover rain puddle in probably all of the stadium that RJ found nearly immediately on his second walk. 


 Percent of RJ's clothing that was actually still dry when we got back from THAT walk.  


The number of times RJ spit popcorn on the back of the man seated in front of us.  Thankfully he didn't know it!!


 The number of times one of our smaller children accidently kicked, bumped or swiped the people in front of us. 


Number of looks we got from the unfortunate people who sat in front of us.  For the record, they had only arrived to their seats about 20 minutes before we decided to throw in the towel.  We thankfully had 1 hour and 40 minutes of empty seats in front of us.


 Number of times RJ lost his shoes after getting his feet or legs stuck in the foldy seats. 

Number of times we had to pull him out from some impossible space in between the seats. 


 Number of times I considered tying him to the seat with our Mei Tai wrap.  Not that it would have made much of a difference.  


Percent of time one of us had one hand on his arm, leg, shirt, foot as he attempted these maneuvers, lest he trip and fall forward out of the nosebleed section that was offered at a discount to us baseball camp families. 


The number of full innings we were at the game before we strapped the rascal to my back and got the heck out of there. 


Number of minutes he fought, kicked, pulled at my ears and growled at me once he was strapped to my back. 


The number of seconds it took me to remember that he was soaked from the puddle once he was strapped tight again my back.  


 The number of times Riley said, "I can't walk anymore!" on the way back to the car.


Six - The number of dollars we saved by parking far away.  

 The number scored by both teams at the time we left the stadium. 


Total hours we were in the stadium. 

Monday, August 11, 2014

Burfday Boy

Roger always complains that I say "burfday" instead of "birthday," but I think he's wrong!

Anyway, we DID have a Birthday Boy last week.  Our sweet little (ha!) RJ turned the big 2.  

I'm still 1 in this picture!!  


The older kids kept him informed of how many days till his birthday starting about 10 till, so he knew SOMETHING was up. 

 They asked him if he wanted cake.  

"Yeah."

What kind of cake?

"Choo-choo."

What color cake?

"Cake blue."

Then when the next night would come, and they'd tell him, "8 more days until your birthday!", he'd look up at us and ask, "Cake blue?"

"Yes, RJ, cake blue!"

So Friday eventually came, we had considered driving somewhere to see real trains, but the closest ones (45 min to an hour) didn't run on Fridays, and Roger had to work most of the day, so we cheated and went to the local Zoo instead, and paid a ridiculous $4 a person for the Caterpillar "train" ride that is new there.  As you will see, only two of us are riding this expensive ride! 


The chicky in front is not mine!

But hold on, the day started with RJ picking breakfast.  

Blue pancakes with chocolate chips.... mmmmmm!
Errr, yeah, he's still wearing yesterday's shirt... hey, it's a TRAIN and it's mostly clean...

Then, after a nice, long nap, he picked chick-fil-a for lunch.  Playland option, he's a smart cookie!

After that, Dad was ready for pick-up, so we got Dad and hit the zoo.  

Back home, everyone played outside and had fun while Mom slapped together his cake.  Indy had mixed up and poured the cake into pans earlier, then we threw them over to our awesome neighbor's house to bake while we went to the zoo.  After dinner, our neighbors came over to sing and eat with us.  Turning 1 is a big bunch of confusion for the birthday kid, but turning 2 is pretty cool, they know it's all about them, but they still don't have a full understanding.  They're not as overwhelmed as age 1, and delightment is all over their face.  Here's RJ and his cake fun:


He blew out that candle in one shot!

Mom's first themed cake EVER, and only because Indy really wanted to make it.  

Not bad, eh?

We choose to make dairy-free cake and icing, and substitute the sugar in the cake with Organic Blue Agave, although the icing was still made from confectioner's sugar.  It had a mouth-feel more like sponge cake, and everyone loved it.


That was his actual birthday, and two days later it just so happened that Roger and his Dad were heading to a Steel Match in Topton (just over an hour's drive) early Sunday morning, which is one of the places on the list to go to watch trains, so we all went.  We dropped Roger off at the shoot, then went straight to the Market Cafe, which is a quaint little place directly next to the tracks and with a crossing in front of it.  We arrived at 8:55am and did not have to wait long.  The first train came through at 9:20, with another at 9:36 heading east, followed immediately by one heading west.  We stood and cheered as the locals all held their ears... lol.  We caught one more at 10:20 after having milkshakes and fruit, then headed home.  RJ is trying to make us into railfans!






Happy Birthday RJ!!!






Tuesday, August 5, 2014

So now we are officially....

....homeschoolers.

Well, at least, I think so.  Our state, Pennsylvania, is one of the states that is most regulated as far as homeschooling goes.  We have to jump through a number of hoops, including submitting a notarized affidavit with our intent, share our objectives, prove that we learned in a number of predetermined subjects, submit all the same medical exams that the school would do anyway, and take tests in certain grades.  Whew, right?

So, we've done all that.  We've met the Director of Student Services, the big kids are withdrawn from their previous programs and entered into the "Home Education Program" and we're waiting to hear whether our objectives are approved.  We weren't told when we would hear, so that is why we don't know our official status.

But... shhhh... we've been learning all summer!  Not as much as we'll be learning when "school" starts, of course.  Summer is still summer, ya know.

We've joined a meetup on meetup.com to get out with some other homeschoolers in our area.  Yes, I know there's tons on facebook, but that's not exciting enough to drag me into the wacky world of pseudo-friends.  We're scheduled for a few things locally, like bowling, the zoo and Homeschoolers Day Out Adventure Camp in the mountains.

Around town, when I'm out with the kids, now that it's August, the normal comments have started.

"Well, back to school soon!"  "Won't you be glad to get these kids off your hands?"  "Soon you can ship them off and relax!"

Let's just be clear here - I've always secretly hated these comments!  And never have I felt that way about my own kids!

Back to school was always exciting, but not in a get-rid-of-my-kids sort of way.  We had clothes shopping, school supply shopping, guesses on teachers and hopes of being in the same class as friends.  Excitement over what they'd be learning, and new opportunities like band or sports.  But were we ever excited to be rid of each other?  I can't really say that we ever were.

In fact, it was kind of stressful to have to plan 5 days a week around the varying schedules.  We can go to the store at this time, but only for this long, and must be back by this time.  Or else!!!

So this time, instead of just grinning and nodding and pretending that their comments make sense in my world, now we get to say, "well, no, we're homeschoolers."  And then we pass right by the school supply section, since after combining ALL of the learning tools we had in various places in the house, we have more than enough to use all year long.

So far, we've gotten a bit more positive (and intelligent) responses than when word got out a few months ago.  It seemed to be a subset of people, I won't say any further, that really couldn't distinguish between home education and farming cows and pigs.

The older lady at the clothing store the other day was curious - "How does it work?", she asked.  She thanked me for giving her a summary.

"I hear you're homeschooling next year?" asked a parent at Bible Camp drop off last night.  "Yes, you know some homeschoolers around here?" I asked, hopeful.  "Uhhhh.... no."    Well, at least she wasn't negative about it.

The bank cashier said, "Oh, yeah, that online stuff, right?"  Nope.  Actually, the online schools and cyber charter schools are still considered public schools, even though the students learn primarily at home.

The good thing is, that we're not afraid to say it outloud.  We were, at first, not knowing what we'd get in return.  It will probably get weirder, once school is actually back in session, and we're still wandering about like truant little ne'er-do-wells.  We'll probably get more eyebrow-raising like at the grocery store the other day, when I asked Riley in the check-out line to tell me how many bags of cheese was equal to 1/4 of what we were buying.  That sort of stuff has always been normal for us, but now we can count it towards homeschool, and because of that, I guess we're now a little more aware of the looks we get.
Not that we care.  Your kids can go back to Angry Birds, we'll stick with math and vocab (seriously, the grocery store ALWAYS turns into vocabulary updates...).  And honestly, if I get ran into by one more kid staring at an electronic device instead of watching where they're going... I'm going to assign his mother a 600-word essay on where she thinks her kid will be in 10 years.

Here's some pics of our learning at home so far:

Coloring letter sounds.  All of our grade K and 1 workbooks (and we have some really good ones!) were acquired over the years from other parents who bought them and whose kids never used them.  Score for free!!

Riley does Money Math.  She tells me she doesn't like it, but then requests the next page, and the next page, and the next... 

Building Portfolio Binders and trying to organize.  The office was already a shared space with all of our learning materials and two kid computers (one on a desk, not pictured, and one on this kid-sized wooden table that our down-the-street neighbors put out for trash years ago), so we just made sure ALL of our stuff made it up here.

The closet needs some work...this is what it looked like BEFORE we were homeschoolers...

The other desk, hopefully for independent work.  Riley's first poster-board of sight words is posted for review.

We combined the velcro-tipped letter-making sticks (that my kids came up with but can also be found on the web somewhere, I'm sure) and the cups from counting bears (Mom's sale score!) and RJ can sort by color while we work.  I refuse to make most of the stuff listed under "preschool homeschool" or "toddler activity trays" on the web... there is so much natural learning that happens in a normal environment and I think it is a waste to create specific trays and basket systems to "teach" what a toddler or preschooler can learn when you take the time to explore a topic of interest with him.  Here we took what we had and made something age-appropriate for him to do.  He loved it, of course, and felt included in our day.  

Pictures of the big kids?  I'd have to dig for them... no time to dig right now!  

All I can say is... Wish. Us. Luck!!






Friday, August 1, 2014

Sharing Some Awesome Pics...

A little over a month ago we road-tripped (Again??  I know... we love it) to the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee to meet up with some extended family and belatedly celebrate my step-mom's birthday.  We threw two more people in the car with us for good measure - my brother and his wife.  I had all good intentions of making sure some terribly annoying sing-a-long was queued up for right when they got in the car, but we picked them up at 6 in the morning, before I had finished my coffee, so I bailed on my own plan.  Uncle Matt, Aunt Alli and the kids watched a few flics on the 10 hour drive (no side-of-the-road adventures this time!) and slept a lot.

18 of us in all, in one giant cabin that supposedly sleeps 50 (but I only counted 43 sleeping options...).

DollyWood, Zip Lining, White Water Rafting and family dinners were all on the menu, along with a photography session that was gifted to my step-mom by her daughters.  Once there, we threw some creek-exploring and local BBQ, as well as gem-mining for Riley with Uncle Matt and Aunt Alli while the big kids were out zipping down mountains.

Obviously, we were invited mostly for entertainment, as out of the 6 couples, one were the grandparents, two were childless, two had only children, and then there was us - the noisy, ever-moving zoo that took 3 times longer to get ready for EVERYTHING.

As with any vacation, it was way too short, the kids had just figured out a rhythm with the activities offered in the cabin, the hot tub (Indy and Brayden and water guns), the pool table (Chase taking on any contender), the 15-seat movie theater downstairs (Jackson loved this, and Riley watched a few movies down there with him), the kids' log cabin playhouse with the loft on the lower deck, and the outdoor deck for star-gazing at night, making s'mores to the best of our capability in the side of the gas-fireplace.

The photographer was great (http://www.marymasonphotography.com), and the photos rocked.

Here's some of my faves:

In the loft of the playhouse

Cousins

Everyone Jump!

Us

Me, Dad and my lil bro Matt

Everybody

Ry and RJ

Creekin