Posts Tagged ‘kids’

Two Player Bicycle

June 13, 2010

There is a bicycle-built-for-two at the home we’re vacationing in right now.  It had flat tires when we arrived, but when my boys discovered it they rectified that situation quickly… because they have never ridden such an inviting contraption.  They went on their first ride down a paved path that leads to the beach…. but the path stopped and the sand started more abruptly then they anticipated.  They were being followed by another 11-year-old who witnessed the initial adventure.  And an adventure it was.  There was a group of kids at the park/beach on a day camp trip who also witnessed the initial adventure.

After the bike hit the sand, it slowed considerably, but not quite slow enough to disembark safely.  My strong and brave sons went over a small hill and crashed, face first, into the sand.  Their following friend said he saw them disappear and then there was a large cloud of dust.  Keeve appeared over the hill first, raised his hand and yelled to the wide-eyed kids who witnessed the out-of-control bicycle-built-for-two crash, “We’re OK!”  I wish I could have seen the whole trip down the hill… and to video tape it would have even been better.

When they got home, they still had sand all over their faces and shirts and shorts and arms and legs, but were so full of hilarity as they told us the whole story of their trip and wipe-out on the “Two-Player Bike“… like it’s a Wii game for two players.  The bike is the biggest hit yet!  Who knew?!

Gazebo, baby!

May 14, 2010

replacement canopy for walmart mika ridge gazebo

Here is my beautiful new-to-me gazebo from some friends of ours.  Seems they live in a communist compound five miles north of us and can’t have shade in their backyard.  So my 13-year-old son and I put it together today… without instructions…. and only put four pieces on backwards.  Of course they had to be removed and turned the correct direction for the cover to fit.  It was only 85* in the SHADE this morning.  So we were a bit glisteny and shiny.  I have always wanted one of these gazebos, but it was never high enough on the priority list.  Thank you, dear friends!

While Aus and I were holding our arms straight up screwing nuts on bolts for what seemed like 27 hours in the hot sun, my other two children were leveling a corner of the yard which had been cleared of river rock and prepared for two 6’x6′ garden boxes.  It was the logical place for gardening boxes…. but it was the ONLY place for a 10’x10′ gazebo.  So my rototilled dirt was compacted and the river rocks were put back into place.  The mosquito netting was hung and the gazebo was placed in the NW corner of the backyard.  We promptly moved the patio swing in there and it is oh, so inviting!  SHADE!  The number one commodity in Arizona in the summer!

We are approaching summer temperatures, so my petunias, lobelia, alyssum and marigolds need to be yanked out and tossed and Vinca needs to be purchased and planted.  I plan to move some big pots in the gazebo and then it will be complete.  Ahhhhhhhh.

After watching Food, Inc. last night, I’ve decided to DEFINITELY plant some veggies!  I pulled all my carrots this morning and there is enough for dinner!  Yahoo!  So no more 6’x6′ square gardening boxes.  The only two places in the yard now are two 10’x3′ areas along both side walls.  I’ve grown zucchini during the summer before and I plan to again… and pumpkins.  I’ll keep you posted.

Yoga

February 4, 2010

Tonight my daughter laid on the floor, tummy down, and proceeded to raise her shoulders up as far as her arms would push.  Her hips stayed down and she was peering at the ceiling behind her back.  A graceful J curve.  (Position #7 on the chart above.) #2 son notices the “salutation to the sun” position and asks, “Are you doing yoga?”  She replies, “No, I’m just stretching my stomach.”  #1 son adds, “Isn’t yoga a religion?”  “No,” answers my daughter, “that’s Yoda!”

That’s all I have for you tonight…. I’m busy painting Zaza’s tea table and blast it all, I need lighter pink!!!!  This pepto bismal color is no good!

Happy New Year Twenty-Ten!

January 4, 2010

We started the New Year with Nikander family pictures with the whole crew.  My sister’s family is only down here in the desert every other Christmas, so we take advantage of every blinkin’ minute.  We’ve done red, white and black…. blue and browns… and this year black, white and hot pink.  We actually had everyone participate with the correct colors this year!  There’s a first time for everything!  We’ve come a long way, baby, because this was the first year we did not have to schedule pictures around naptime!  Whoopie!

I always try to make sure we have pictures of each kid individually with Rick and I as well as their grandparents.  Neither Rick or I have photos like that from our families.  There’s the odd one, but nothing like our kids will have.  We almost succeeded yesterday, but with 17 people wandering around, we did miss a few.  I’m not sure why I think it’s so important to have those mom/kid pictures, but I do love having them down the road at scrapbook time.  Call me a sentimental fool… and I’ll gladly agree.

This one has been my favorite since we started this pose with daddy and daughter about eight years ago.  So cute to see our little girl turn into an amazing woman of God!  We are so blessed.

One more and I’ll be done…..

It seems Rick and I are getting shorter and shorter.  This may be our last New Year picture without a kid taller than us.  Time is sure flying while we are having fun!

Make 2010 a great year!

Handwriting 101

October 19, 2009

So, on the spur of a moment thought while driving north on I-17, I swerved across a lane of traffic to exit for Walmart.  Wally’s World… it solves so many of life’s daily issues…. and has the ambiance of the state fair for your viewing pleasure.  My main thought was “cabbage”…. because there are currently two heads of cabbage in the fridge which I keep purchasing because our family eats CCS  (Chinese Chicken Salad) at least once a week.  The dilemma:  no chicken has materialized at the Crosby home for at least three weeks.  Hence, the swerve and the W-Mart run. 

Larisa was with me as we bee-bopped into the friendly world of helpful souls clad in navy shirts and tan pants.  At the Crosby home, there is a magnetic list on the side of the fridge where needed and even wanted grocery items are listed for such a time as this.  Unfortunately, because this was not a premeditated trip, the magnets were still holding the list on said refrigerator. 

So, with my hot pink cell phone, I called home to have one of my sons (whom I taught to read) relay the list to me while I stood in the produce section of WM.  Keeve answered the phone.  He was my easiest non-reading pupil.  Somehow, he just naturally READ….. and I helped a bit.  There were only four items on the list… he slowly read, “lard, …. um… I can’t read that one…. um…. A-C-E-T-A-M-I….”  “Acetaminophen,” I interrupted his spelling bee recitation.  “OK, yeah…. top ramen…. Mom, I really can’t read the other one.”  Yes, I had written it myself.  I remember writing it… but I couldn’t remember what it was.  So I asked him to spell it.  “Um….. g…v…  your writing is really messy on this word.”  “Yeah, yeah, keep spelling, please.”   “OK, Um… g… v.. i…h..t…e..m.  That’s what it looks like, mom.”  

“Is Austin right there?  Can you please have him read it?” While he was locating his brother, I found a scratch piece of paper in my purse and wrote down GVIHTEM to try and figure out what it was that I had written so messily.  Larisa suggested, “Write it fast and then squint to read it.”  hahahaha  I did, but it didn’t help.  Aus came to save the day… well, sort of.  “Mom, I can’t read what you wrote.”  “Then please spell it, son.”   “OK, GVLTEM.”   “Thank you, see you later,” I replied.    I gave up at that point and went to find lard, pills and noodles.

I couldn’t wait to get home to read my messy handwriting.  Ok, I laughed… the word they spelled over and over was the FIRST word of a double word item on the list…. even if they couldn’t read the first word, the second word was CRACKERS!  And the first word started with a G…. graham crackers, of course!  And my writing wasn’t THAT bad.  I could read it.  Sheesh.

Last Night was a GAS…. the good kind.

October 17, 2009

We drove and drove and drove out to Surprise, AZ to see Tim Hawkins at Radiant Church.  It was supremely HiLaRiOus!  Oh, my tummy is tender this morning from laughing so hard last night.  A couple weeks ago, I saw him perform at the D6 conference, so a lot of the material was the same…. it’s just so stinkin’ funny even the second time around.  One new topic he brought up that just made us split a gut was GAMES… of today and yesterday.  He talked about his kids having all kinds of electronic stuff… and what did we have?  Nothing!  Each other!  Remember the game “Stare at the lightbulb”… and then closing your eyes for your own light show in your head.  I’m not even sure if my kids know you can do that? 

He also talked about the myriad of things we did as kids… and we’re ok.  We rode bikes without helmets.  We ate trans fats.  We drank out of the hose.  We rode in the Stationwagon without seatbelts.  We took candy from strangers… and it was delicious.  hahahahaha

I’ve not heard the extent of his guitar abilities until last night, and he is simply amazing.  Wow!  Anyway, if he’s in your area, GO SEE HIM!  And if he’s not, watch all his videos on youtube.  We’ve spent many a Tim Hawkins family night in front of the computer screen.  Good, clean, rich humor.  Five out of five stars.

Oh, Where is my Hairbrush?

September 29, 2009

Today I was making a shopping list and asked the kids if anyone needed anything from the store. Larisa and Austin started naming things, so I pointed them to the list to add their deepest desires in writing.  Keeve thoughtfully sat at the kitchen table looking at me … longer than usual.  I asked again if he needed anything from the store.  He replied in his delayed, purposeful way, “Can you please get me a hairbrush?  I’ve never had a hairbrush.  The comb hurts my hair when it’s tangled.  I just want a little one.”  THE KID IS ALMOST 11 and he’s NEVER HAD A HAIRBRUSH!  Tonight I bought a little blue hairbrush for my son Keeve. 

I called Keeve’s name from the bottom of the stairs when I got home from the store.  He answered, “Yeah, mom?”  “I got you a hairbrush!”    I loved this, “Thanks, mom, I need it right now!”  And he bounced down the stairs with a wet head of tangled hair.  He didn’t request a certain color, but when he saw that it was blue he said with a smile on his freckled face, “This is the color I wanted,” while rubbing his hand over the bristles.  And he smiled.  One of those heart melting smiles that a mother takes a mental picture of and never forgets.

So thankful for the small things in life.  Keeve and me.  It’s awesome!

Bonus Points for Kid #3

May 15, 2009

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My third child should write a book titled “How to Score BIG Points with your Mom.”  He has perfected this task as seen in the above photo.  Keeve was in the produce section at Walmart one day, and instead of making a necklace out of the twist-ties like usual, he happened upon the large, rotating, wire rack of recipe cards.  Keep in mind that he is ten years old…. and a boy.  To his delight, he found one for a Fruit Smoothie and removed it from the rack.  He carefully read the ingredients and looked in my grocery cart to verify that I had inadvertently gathered all the necessary items…. without telling me.  He’s so sneaky.  Strawberries… check.  Bananas… check.  Milk… check.  Yogurt… check.  Then he asked, “Mom, what is ar-ta-fish-ul sweetener?”  He’s so cute.

Since that fateful day at Wally World, Keeve has perfected every type of fruit smoothie imaginable.  And being that he gets excited and keeps adding fruitful goodness and ice cubes, the smoothie never fits in one tall glass.  There are always left-overs…. for mom.  Who else?  I think I’m his favorite person… right after the group Kutless.  (Goodness, the misssspelling drives me knuts.)

Every night after we pray together, I kiss each of the kids and whisper in all of their ears, “You’re my favorite.  Don’t tell the others.”  :^}  And they know full well that I do it to each one of their siblings, but it still brings a smile to their darling, freckled faces.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

October 7, 2008

This picture pretty well sums up my night, well, minus the rose petals, floating candles, long stem rose, wine bottle and nicely tiled walls.  It was church night and I was set to go with the family at the front door… on time.  My dear hubby knew I have had a bit of busy-ness going on and I’m not sure if it’s stress related, but I got pink eye again.  Only in one eye.  So as we’re standing by the front door tonight, he says, “Why don’t you just stay home.”  I had second thoughts and third thoughts.  My desire is to be a good example to the kids, but just maybe it was Rick’s turn to be a good example of a loving husband to the kids tonight.

So I DUSTED all the candles surrounding my tub (thanks, Jill, for letting me know that you have to dust them), found a jack knife and dug out the bits of wax left in the candelabras.  Picked new lavender candles and dripped the wax in to secure them.  That task always reminds me of the movie Amazing Grace… William did that one romantic evening.  Then I found an enchanting little British movie on Netflix and calmly watched it amongst my glowing candles.

Like I said, AAAAAAHHHHHHH!  The movie was about an old woman who moved into a hotel in London and befriended a young writer, after tripping on the pavement outside his flat.  It was charming.  Made me want to find an old person and just listen.

O.K., back to reality.  Rick just asked what all the fuzz is in his bathroom sink.  “I dusted the candles,” the lame housekeeping wife responded.  :o)

A Baaa-aaa-aaaad Field Trip

September 24, 2008

That was Baaa-aaa-aaad in the cool sense of the word.  We are studying sheep with the boys right now and ventured to a sheep farm 45 minutes from our home.  There were about 100 sheep on the farm and they are hair sheep, not wool sheep.  They shed and don’t need to be sheered.  A few of them were cross-bred with wool sheep, so they look fluffy.  But the wool falls out like the hair.  They looked like goats to me, but I’m a citified girl for sure.  These sheep are raised for their meat and the ones at this farm are for training sheep dogs.

When we arrived there were several large fields with sheep dogs being trained and little groups of sheep running in circles.  Reminded me of the boys’ first years of hockey.  We got to hold sheep and feel the difference between hair and wool.  We learned all about the four stomachs and how the sheep are called different names after surgery.  (eeeweee)  The grand finale of the day was when the 12 kids were put in the huge field to do the job of a sheep dog and herd the sheep into a small pen in the center.

It was highly entertaining.  It was obvious which kids have played defence in some sport.  The kids lined up and got the sheep moving in the right directions, but at the last moment the sheep passed the pen and went back to a safe corner of the field.  Back to the drawing board.  Much discussion was had and lines were formed again.  They did get the sheep in on the second attempt… after only 10 minutes.  The lady at the farm told us that a group of adults from American Express were doing the same thing for a team building experience.  It took them 45 minutes to get the sheep in the pen.  Figures.  Adults all have their own hair-brained ideas of how everything should go.  They probably needed to shed a bit of the wool over their eyes.  Puns fully intended.

There were also five month old sheep dogs pups that needed to be socialized.  It was providential that we had 12 homeschool kids that also needed to be socialized.  :o) 

We were invited back in the spring when the lambs are born!  Yippy Skippy.