Monday, October 30, 2006

The shortest kickball game ever

The Saturday before last was one of those perfect fall days. We had a several kids playing at the house, so I decided to persuade them to organize a good old fashioned game of kickball. Oh how I loved our neighborhood kickball games as a child!

I went to the store and bought a brand new ball and I sent the kids into the backyard with bases. A few minutes later I thought that I would be cute and bring them some juice boxes for when they got thirsty. I hopped on Avery's ATV with Amaya on my lap and 6 juiceboxes strapped on the back (mother of the year nominee) and no sooner did I start the engine, did I see six disgruntled children making their way into the front yard. The game was over before it had even started. The children couldn't get along long enough to organize the darn game.

What has happened to kids now-a-days? We weren't like that when we were young. I don't understand.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Halloween kickoff

On Saturday, the Caseys hosted their annual Halloween party. The kids enjoyed getting dressed up in their Halloween gear, drinking ghoul-aid and socializing with other kids.

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Monday, October 23, 2006

"In 6 Years You'll Be 40"

So tonight my son kindly pointed out that in 6 years I'll be 40, and old. Then he smiled and laughed.

Friday, October 20, 2006


There is no way that I should be an adult given my level of immaturity. I was recently introduced to "Happy Bunny" and although I'm totally embarrassed to admit it, I find him to be utterly hysterical.

Sometimes at work I have to give advice and make decisions that effect people's livelihoods, isn't it scary to think that in the privacy of my own little world I am thoroughly amused by Happy Bunny? I am so simple. Will I ever grow up?

Bye AZ

So this has been my neighborhood for the last three days - Im in Arizona, at the airport ready for my return home. I can't wait to see my family!!! When I spoke to Avery today I told him that I was flying home tonight and would see him in the morning. He said, "That's dangerous". So I asked him why, he said, "Cause you'll be tired" - I informed him that I wasn't going to be flying the plane, and my plan was to sleep. He said, "I know, but the pilot could get tired". Then I actually started to get concerned, yeah, what if the pilot gets tired?!

I can't wait to be home.

Monday, October 16, 2006

A Day of Play...

Okay, so this was a mystery blog - long story short...I was trying to post, but didn't think it worked, then I took off for Arizona, and have been too busy to check in to see that it actually did work.

So here's the scoop: Last Sunday my company had an open house at our office. I thought it would be good for me to attend. However, I figured it would be a little anti-climatic for the kids to drive an hour to get someplace only to learn that it's just a office building, so I figured that we'd also visit the Children's Museum in Portland, which was just down the street. So, here is my mom with the kids:

Amelle was just LOVING the pretend veterinarian office. The museum was really cute, lots of interactive things for the kids to do!
Here is Avery at the ATM machine that dispensed real fake money. The screen was cute, it had a disclaimer that read, "In real life, you would have to have money in your bank account before making a withdrawal".
This ended up being the highlight of the day - playing office in Mom's office. Next time I'll save on the museum admission and just let them play in my office for a few hours. Live and learn! ...isn't there a saying, "the best things in life are free"...
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Thursday, October 12, 2006

We’re too dumb for advanced spelling

So it took a night of crying to convince Avery that he was going to participate in “advanced spelling”. His school, which is already academically intense, offers students the option of regular spelling words or advanced spelling words each week. The teacher sold it this way: If you participate in advanced spelling you’ll have more words each week, they’ll be much harder, and you’ll have more homework each week and that homework will be much more difficult. Good job with that – I’m sure all the students were as anxious to participate as our son.

So I tried bribing Avery to participate. Jermaine (admittedly the wiser of the two of us) informed him that he will not be getting any prizes or special gifts, and then reasoned with him (you should participate because doing well in school will help you get into a good college and then help you get a good job). No go. Then he basically said, you have to do it because I say so and I’m your father and I know what’s best. Then tears for hours.

The next day things were looking up ..until we started on the homework: Use each spelling work appropriately in a sentence. The first word was “standard”.
Avery: What’s standard mean
Me: Ummm….hmmmm…’s like “the regular”….hmmm…like…..ummm…go ask daddy.
Jer: Ummmm…hmmmm…(to me) look it up online – see what says…

Of course we know what “standard” means, but how do you explain it to a 7 year old?

Then there was “slovenly” I don’t know what that means. TGFI (Thank Gore For Internet) hee hee. I mean, if I’ve gotten through 34 years of life without ever using this word, why is my 7 year old learning it?

Then I had to explain “slipknot” (umm…it’s a kind of knot…I think), and “swindle” and “switchboard” - c’mon. Switchboard?! Who thought of these words!? By the time these kids are old enough to use a switchboard, believe me, they’ll be obsolete. ...and the whole reason why they're in advanced spelling is so they will never have to use a switchboard - that'll be their secretary's job.

I want out of advanced spelling, I’m definitely not smart enough.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006


Saturday was one of those days that made me wonder how Heaven could be any better -temperature-wise, of course. "The girls" headed over to grandma's beach house and had a great morning walking along the shore and sucking up what was sure to be the final bit of warm air this season. Then we did what girls do - shopping and lunch, followed by picking out pumpkins. What a great day - the ocean was magnificently fiesty. You'd squint your eyes and look arcoss it and see what appeared to be millions of fallen stars dancing across the top of it. Good times.

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Friday, October 06, 2006


Oh irony, how funny you are!

I've recently gotten into the practice of asking the kids the best and worst things about their day. It's a lot of fun to get inside their little minds, and I get really cool answers sometimes - Amelle: best thing = practicing phonics with daddy, worst thing = it was muddy today....

Anyway, last night I added a twist, I asked Avery his favorite and least favorite thing about living here in Maine: Favorite = having a friend that lives nearby, least favorite = not having a flat screen TV in his room. What?! Where did I go wrong!?! (See below post). So I quickly remind him that he didn't have a flatscreen TV in his room in Pennsylvania and he tells me, "Well, I always wanted one, and I still want one".

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

I’m not Desensitized.

I don’t really watch television (except for my three guilty pleasures that are Tivo’d each week: The Office, My Name is Earl, & Family Guy). These shows amount to about 1 hour of tv viewing per week (30 minute shows are only 20 minutes when you watch them w/o commercials). We have one TV in our house and it’s in our bedroom. I recently read that many American homes have more television sets in their homes than people! That’s just madness.

I don’t watch movies, nothing against them – but I am sort of crunched for time and it’s just not on my priority list. Once and a while I’ll watch one of the kids’ movies with them, but as far as “adult movies” – I think the last one I saw was Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon and I think I may’ve been pregnant with Amelle at the time (she’s 5 now). There may’ve been a rental or two since then, but nothing scary or violent. I have never even seen a horror movie, ever.

I don’t read or watch the news, so I know very little about what’s happening in the world. I do read the Bible, so I know what has happened and what’s going to happen – I kind of try to stay oblivious to the details in between.

Anyway, in light of recent news events that I have read up on, I’ve realized that I am not desensitized, and this has me at a disadvantage. I can’t “handle” the news. I am deeply disturbed and upset by it and I can’t let it go. I live in a world of blissful ignorance, and when the news of the world leaks in, I don’t know how to process it.

Ironically I'm married to a news junky – Jerms reads everything: The News of the Weird, The Onion, CNN, ESPN, NBC, ect… Occasionally he’ll feed me the latest, “oh, they found those missing kids dead” – me: “what missing kids?”, then he’ll tell me the latest story and I get sick to my stomach over it.

I can’t handle it. I should’ve been born to a tribe of aboriginals somewhere far away from media.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Where, O death, is your victory?

My heart is heavy today. Normally not a news person, I find myself searching the web and radio for more information on yesterday’s school shooting. I have all the facts, but I’m still searching for answers. I won’t find any, because there is no piece of evidence that could explain why a man would go into a schoolhouse and shoot eleven little Amish girls. There is just nothing that is going to make that, make sense. It’s not revenge for something that happened 20 years ago, it’s not anger at life or at God; it’s none of those things.

This is where faith enters the picture. This is the part of the story when I remember to turn to the One who has the answers and I find comfort in knowing that He is in control and that I don’t have to worry about the “whys”. He’s got those eleven girls and eleven families in the palm of His hand and He’s taking care of His children. Five of those beautiful little girls are standing in the presence of God and Jesus sits at the foot of the hospital beds of six more. They haven’t slipped out from under God, He’s got them.

I declare to you, brothers, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory."
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
1 Corinthians 15:50-55

Monday, October 02, 2006

9, 10, ELEVEN....

Yesterday marked Amaya's eleven month anniversary, birthday...whatever.. Here's the update: She said her first word last week. Kind of exciting. I walked out of the house and we saw the neighbor's dog, Scout, across the street. She pointed her finger in Scout's direction and proclaimed, "Jah...k" Apparently all dogs are Jacks. Very cute.

She took her first steps (without falling) on her ten month anniversary, birthday...whatever...and has spent the month practicing steps. However she still seems to prefer crawling since she can get from A to B much faster that way. I hope that doesn't indicate that she's going to have patience like her mother (what's patience?).

Her hair goes halfway down her back when its wet, but as you can see from the pictures, it's in ringlet curls. She has been dubbed "The Mocha Shirley Temple" at her daycare (sounds disgusting, if you think of it as a drink) eewww!

She is an eater. She LOVES her food! She's got four teeth on the bottom and two on the top. She'll eat anything you put in front of her - she's an eating machine.

This is a picture I took tonight -she was enjoying macaroni and cheese & carrots while Avery was making her laugh.

Below is Amaya in July after her big brother fed her some of his ice-cream in the back seat of the mini-van. Boy was I surprised when I went to take her out!

This is another shot from the summer: spaghetti, delicious food and fun accessory.

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Sunday, October 01, 2006

An aMAZE-ing Night!

On Saturday night the whole gang (yes, we are a gang now -oh, you haven't heard of us?) put on our sweaters and headlamps and headed out to Zach's Corn Maze. Oh what fun it was to be out on a country farm in the middle of nowhere in pure darkness. If the tractor ride out to the maze wasn't fun enough, surely the 10 of us naviagating through endless rows of corn and trying to scare other unsuspecting mazers was a hoot. The highlight of the evening was when Shaun jumped out of the dark corn and scared the heck out of some highschool aged kids, who were so genuinely scared that they screamed and ran away. Then we overheard them recapping the story "then that old guy jumped out..." Shaun was officially "that old guy". Hee hee! I wish I had taken my camera - but I don't know what the pictures would've been like - probably just darkness. We were cute yet scary (except for Shaun, who was "old looking") - you'll just have to take my word for it.