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Sunday, October 13, 2013
Taekwondo Tournament at Furnam University.
Early October
Sunday, October 06, 2013
Masked Bikers
Friday, October 04, 2013
Birthdays 2013
GMan and CBird had their Duel Birthday Pool Party recently. Princess Minecraft! I dressed up the pinata to have two different designs, one on each side.
Because of the gray weather we all had the pool to ourselves. A great mix of family and friends.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Monday, August 05, 2013
HomeSchooling Accomplishments.
Some things we've been up to.
The problems was that the little piece of technology that allowed me to transfer photos from cameras and phones went missing for the last two months. Mark located it just yesterday I think, so now I am on a photo binge of sorts. Here are some shots of what we and the kids have been up to. Goofing off, buying goggles, hand raising kittens for a week, watching birds grow up and leave and spotting a laying turtle... and a Yellow Belt. We've also had a lot of visiting time with friends and Taran and TyTy





Things we've left behind
Thursday, August 01, 2013
2012 Christmas Cards
Monday, July 29, 2013
Taekwondo HA!
G has been taking Taekwondo classes for about six months. His instructor is really great with kids and has some serious patience. I only know this from the sparring and belting classes where we have met a broader spectrum of his students.
Luckily for G he attends a class that is held mid day for the Homeschooling community and his classmates are stellar learners.
This photo was taken after testing and he will get his Yellow Belt on Tuesday, tomorrow.
CBird has been in dance class for about 4 weeks. Once a week she gets to do her own thing and she is loving it. We will be trying to enroll her in ballet this fall. Yea!
Luckily for G he attends a class that is held mid day for the Homeschooling community and his classmates are stellar learners.
This photo was taken after testing and he will get his Yellow Belt on Tuesday, tomorrow.
Saturday, July 06, 2013
C-Bird is a Fish
Baby girl is Jumping from the side of the pool into 5 ft and swimming from mom to dad in the "deepness". Also swimming from Mom to side of the pool at 5 ft and pulling herself out. So proud... and terrified.
G Man is user friendly at the pool already. I still keep an eye on him but he can handle himself almost completely. The middle of the pool should have something floating in it just in case and he is good to go.
Now I have to really watch my girl and make sure that she knows her limits and that I'm real close when she wants to get into deeper water. Barely a month ago she cried if anyone tried to take her into deeper water, and she couldn't bare to be in anything deeper than her belly button. Now she is a goggle wearing underwater swimming fish!
(No swimmies, life jackets, puddle jumpers or floaties were used in the making of this memory.)
G Man is user friendly at the pool already. I still keep an eye on him but he can handle himself almost completely. The middle of the pool should have something floating in it just in case and he is good to go.
Now I have to really watch my girl and make sure that she knows her limits and that I'm real close when she wants to get into deeper water. Barely a month ago she cried if anyone tried to take her into deeper water, and she couldn't bare to be in anything deeper than her belly button. Now she is a goggle wearing underwater swimming fish!
(No swimmies, life jackets, puddle jumpers or floaties were used in the making of this memory.)
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Rest In Peace
Grandpa Bob has passed away. His broken body can now rest and he is free. I know I will never forget my last handshake from him for the stroke had not yet robbed him of all his strength.
My son has now attended his Seventh funeral. G Man has been to the funerals of two of his fathers friends, two grand fathers, one great grandmother, one great uncle and one second (or greater) cousin. He was present at the passing of both our dogs. For my Daughter this was her second funeral. We went to Grandma Judy's funeral when she was a baby.
When someone asks me if a young child can attend a funeral I sometimes have a hard time responding. I suppose I want to answer, 'Why shouldn't they?'. We talk about death in a very honest way. We are very Buddhist in our explanations of death and in our tone of voice we convey our sadness, but never fear. We trust our children with the truth, the whole truth of life and death.
When we have been at an open casket funeral we have been able to explain that someone is gone. It is very observable that our loved one is not really there. When we attend an internment we talk of returning someone to where they came from, as all of us have come from the earth. When we cry, we can say we are sad and if is OK to be sad.
My son held his Grandpa's hand at the viewing and patted his chest. He express his sadness and his love. He and his sister sleep soundly each night. At the memorial he stood up at the microphone and told everyone he cared about Grandpa Bob and he would miss him. He sat close to his father at the interment and shook the ministers hand.
With our children there can be only truth. For me, for their father, there is no other choice.
My son has now attended his Seventh funeral. G Man has been to the funerals of two of his fathers friends, two grand fathers, one great grandmother, one great uncle and one second (or greater) cousin. He was present at the passing of both our dogs. For my Daughter this was her second funeral. We went to Grandma Judy's funeral when she was a baby.
When someone asks me if a young child can attend a funeral I sometimes have a hard time responding. I suppose I want to answer, 'Why shouldn't they?'. We talk about death in a very honest way. We are very Buddhist in our explanations of death and in our tone of voice we convey our sadness, but never fear. We trust our children with the truth, the whole truth of life and death.
When we have been at an open casket funeral we have been able to explain that someone is gone. It is very observable that our loved one is not really there. When we attend an internment we talk of returning someone to where they came from, as all of us have come from the earth. When we cry, we can say we are sad and if is OK to be sad.
My son held his Grandpa's hand at the viewing and patted his chest. He express his sadness and his love. He and his sister sleep soundly each night. At the memorial he stood up at the microphone and told everyone he cared about Grandpa Bob and he would miss him. He sat close to his father at the interment and shook the ministers hand.
With our children there can be only truth. For me, for their father, there is no other choice.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Being C Bird
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