Last week Russell and Max made supper and it was GREAT! They wanted to make a family favorite, Kung Fu Panda soup. I was a bit nervous about handing my boys sharp knives, especially Max, but with a little instructing, they were chopping vegetables like pros. I did not get pictures of them chopping because I wanted to keep all my attention on them and their little fingers.) They learned how to read recipes, and measure correctly. The soup turned out great and R.C. even said it was the best that has been made yet! That's saying a lot since we make it a lot! (No pandas were harmed in the making of this soup...it's named after the popular kids movie Kung Fu Panda.) This is the recipe that we started with when we first started making the soup. Over time I have strayed from the recipe (which I do A LOT! It's very rare for me to actually follow a recipe entirely since I like to put my own spin on most (all) dishes.) and added more/different veggies, less/no sugar, more chili paste and different noodles, or dumplings.

Last week was also peanut butter night with the PawSox. As others waited in line at the box office to get tickets, we walked to a table, set our 4 jars of peanut butter down, were handed 4 tickets and walked into the game. We had a fantastic time watching the PawSox get beat, switching seats muliple times, eating hotdogs, getting a bloody nose, and being given a "home run ball" that was hit during warm up, but it was SO cold and windy that we left by the 6th inning!
The boys had even made signs to take...(Russell I guess was concerned that they would not know he was a fan, and Max wanted Josh Reddick to go...twice.)

Saturday morning was pancake morning and Max was the chef. He made a delicious berry salad to go along with the pancakes, and helped measure, pour, flip and serve the pancakes. Hey Bobby Flay, I've got a Max who is ready for a showdown!

Saturday morning we went to the park and played baseball and got some flowers planted in the flower boxes on the porch. After supper, and baths, the boys got to have a movie night. They had rented Coraline from the library and were ecstatic when the movie came with 3-D glasses.

 (Someone has been bitten by the bloggin' bug)

This week, and last, has been a difficult one with Russell. Usually Russell is agreeable and pleasant, but, for some reason this week, he has been VERY disobedient, whiny, and we have also had an issue with lying. Yikes!

Sunday was my breaking point. Sunday was the day that I took away Russell's right to have treats of ANY kind, the day that he found out he had to go to bed 30 minutes early every night for a week, and the day that he was told he would not be going outside to play with his friends for the week (which has been no big deal since it has been so rainy and cold).

Sound extreme?

Sometimes extreme measures must be taken.

Russell was not thrilled with his punishment(s). He was down right angry at me for punishing him period, but each day he expresses how upset he is that Max is allowed a cookie after supper, or that Max is not made to go to bed early also. He thinks he is undergoing the worst punishment known to any 7 year old kid.

It wasn't until this morning as we were doing some reading on the Aztecs (for history lessons. This chapter could not have come at a better time for Russell!), that he realized he didn't have it so bad.

The two of us sat on the couch at 8:15 am, while Max slept soundly and R.C. was off to school, and read a chapter on the punishments that Aztec children had to endure if they were disobedient. Russell's eyes grew wider by the second as he read out loud that "bad" kids were poked with cactus needles or told to stand, for 1 hour, in ice cold water as punishment. The one that made him stop reading and look at me and declare, "I will go to bed early anytime, never eat treats and never play outside again if I don't ever have to do that!" was when he read that kids were held, with their eyes propped open, over a fire of burning jalapeno peppers so the peppery smoke would burn their eyes.

Early bed, no treats, and no playing outside seem like a cake walk to Russell now. He couldn't wait for Max to wake up so he could share with him what he had just read about. Max's only response was, "mom and dad would not do that to us...". (Thanks Max!)

Today has been a good day for Russell. He has been doing what he is told to do and not whining. He even saw on the clock that it said 7:25 pm, and marched off to bed without me saying a word to him. He has been talking about the Aztecs all day and I am sure that he learned, from his reading today, that he doesn't have it as bad as he may think.

Thank you ancient Aztec parents for showing my boy that his punishment is not as extreme as he may have originially thought it was.

A have had this locket for quite some time now. It's nothing fancy/expensive but it has a beautiful peacock feather on the front that I just love! (Not a very good picture...but you get the point)

A few nights ago Max took this locket that meant very little to me and turned it into something very very special. He usually likes to open it several times if he sees me wearing it. A few nights ago, as we sat on the couch together, he opened the locket, saw that it was still empty and jumped off the couch while yelling, "Stay there, I'll be right back!" He soon came back with a little picture that he drew, and cut out, to fit inside the locket. He would not let me see the picture until he had it in, and it took him a few trips back to the kitchen to trim the sides of his picture a little more so it could fit nicely. Soon he had it just right and I was able to look at the picture. 

It's a very simple picture of two people (he said it is R.C. and I) smiling and holding hands. Each day since then he wants me to wear the locket. The other morning after R.C. left for the studio and I was stumbling around in huge, bright turquoise sweatpants, slippers with the soles falling off (they are my favorite! I will make them last forever!) and a red sweatshirt that should have been retired 5 years ago, Max brought the necklace to me and said I should wear it because it would look good. I laughed and put it on...and to my surprise it did bring the red from the sweatshirt and the turquoise from the pants together quite nicely (HA!). Immediately Max wanted to open the locket and when he did and saw the picture still tucked nicely inside, he smiled from ear to ear and and shook his head as if he were the proudest human being alive.

It's funny how a little scrap of paper that fits oddly into a cheap locket can suddenly make this the most valuable peice of jewlery I own.

 Odds and ends and a bit of catch-up.

As you may have noticed, I never wrote a blog on Russell's Tae Kwon Do board breaking presentation he was supposed to be apart of. Well, the night before it was scheduled for his instructor called to inform us that it was canceled. So last week we at least got some pictures of him in his class with his instructor.

Last Friday as Russell sat at the table doing a math quiz, I heard him say under his breath (in a rather angry voice), "that man from the beach should be here now to see how real my school is." Russell hates math quizzes. He does well with math, but it is not his favorite by any means. He was angry that he had to take a quiz and that Max got to build with the blocks instead of do school work. He is not always thrilled to do his school work...just like other kids in "real" school.

We will begin "cooking class" next week. Thursday, as I was making lunch, Russell told me that I make cooking look easy and I don't even have to think about what I'm doing (I'm taking that as a compliment??). He asked if I could begin teaching him how to make a few recipes. He is great at making sandwiches, cereal, and toast, but he is ready to move on and expand his cooking knowledge. The next weeks should be fun...with many interesting meals coming our way!

Thursday as we were out picking up trash around the neighborhood, one of the neighbor boys came outside to show us his new puppy. We enjoyed playing with Checkers for awhile and talking with the neighbor boy. He got quite sad when he asked if we were moving out soon and I told him there was a chance we would be, but we didn't know for sure. He let it slide that he will miss R.C., and that R.C. is "really cool". The neighbor kids are pretty sweet when they are by themselves. Put them all together and they all are trying to out do the other and they just get rambunctious and crazy.

Max LOVES to take his own picture, and spell words with blocks.

We attended an art opening Thursday night at the RISD museum in which R.C. had a piece. I didn't get any pictures...maybe later. It was a lot of fun and we were able to see several friends, but we were all wanting to get home to watch the Red Sox game. They were beat (again) but it's great to watch and yell advice, for the team, at the T.V.. If only we could make the listen to us once in awhile...it may help them win!

Next week is "bring a jar of peanut butter and get a free ticket" night at the PawSox game. Sure, they are not totally free tickets because we will purchase 4 jars of peanut butter, but if we get 4 jars of peanut butter at $2 a piece, that's $8 (plus some tax) for our family to spend time together at a ball game...and help the Rhode Island food pantry at the same time.

Saturday the boys were able to use their "beach clean up money" to get some ice cream. I don't know what they put in that ice cream, but it stained Max's face blue for the entire day. I scrubbed and scrubbed his face, but the blue would not come off...it's better today. (If I can figure out how to get a video on here I will show Max doing a dance when he hears the ice cream man coming down the street. Stay tuned for that one!)

Russell lost another tooth last week. By now it is very unmonumental to lose a tooth. We knew it was loose for days and one night as we sat eating supper it just fell out. We dabbed it to stop the bleeding and we were back to supper within 2 min. like nothing had happened.

Friday night I got a break. R.C. finished his work by early evening and was able to come home to spend the night with the boys while I went out with some friends. Before I left Russell was singing a great song about when mom leaves the party starts. He had a GREAT jingle made up and it was really catchy (so catchy that I even found myself singing it several times before I left.), but by the time I got home I completely forgot how it went and R.C. couldn't remember either. It was aparent that Russell needed a break from me just as much as I needed a break from him. (Don't push the "publish your comment" button with nasty things about that! I love my kids, but I am able to love them more if I don't see them for a few hours once every few weeks. Surely if you are a parent/aunt/uncle/nanny/grandparent/human you can understand that.)

Tomorrow is Earth Day so the boys and I decided to have a pre Earth Day party. We packed a picnic lunch, a blanket, school books and trash bags and went down to the RISD beach to do some clean up. We spent 2 hours combing the beach for various types of trash. If you can think of it...we found it. We filled several trash bags and then took a break to spend some time on our lessons. We did not get the beach spotless, but we did the best we could do. Every little bit helps and every bit of trash that we can keep out of the oceans, the better. I know I for one (and you should be too!!) am sickened by this, and will do all I can to not contribute to it.

As we were picking up trash today, a man approached the boys and I. He was thrilled the we were out there cleaning up the beach and trying to make a difference. He and his dog walked with us a bit and flicked trash out of clumps of seaweed with his dog ball thrower stick thing so we could pick it up and put it in the bag. He didn't dare get his hands dirty. He decided he wanted to do something for the boys since they were doing such a great job, so after talking and walking awhile, and after I told him many times that his words were enough, he tucked some "ice cream" money into the boys dirty little hands. He was a kind man, very skeptical about home schooling, but still very kind.

He seems to be one of those dreaded annoying people who believe that learning can only happen in a classroom, sitting at a desk, for 7 hours, away from mom and dad. In his attempt to prove that kids need to be in a classroom to learn, he began asking the boys questions. Questions on presidents, past and present, weather, continents, etc.. Both boys answered his questions with the greatest of ease and for once were not shy about speaking up on topics they know about. Thank goodness!! Usually they clam up and don't want to tell people about what they are learning, and I was nervous they would do it this time also and I would be left trying to explain that they do know the information, they just don't want to say it, but the boys, without even knowing it, stopped this man in his home school bashing tracks. The only questions they did not know were questions about The 3 Stooges (he assumed they would know who the 3 stooges were before they knew who the first 3 presidents were. HA!)

After he left I had to answer many questions that the boys (mainly Russell) had. He was confused as to why that man said that he needed to get into real school, what was not real about our school, how our school was different from other schools, and who the 3 Stooges were. This guy really upset Russell with his views that home schooling is not real school, but at the same time Russell was thrilled with all the trash we collected and the ice cream money he now has burning a hole in his pocket. 

Tomorrow we tackle the trash in our neighborhood. The boys and I make up a pretty strong trash picking up army of 3, so all the hoodlums in the neighborhood better watch out. And I hope we don't run across the man with no pants...yes, this has been in issue.

Not all trash is trash...some is a treasure!

These are 2 that Max took while Russell was working on lessons...and since there are few of me on this blog, I felt I needed show I am alive and well...even though Max needs to give more warning when taking pictures...sheesh!

Before heading home we played some football (or at least what we like to call football) in the field.

Finally, it just so happened that I captured both boys jumping. I am never surprised when I capture Max mid jump, since he is ALWAYS jumping, but after looking at the pictures when we got home I noticed that today I got Russell too...and what an amazing jump Russell has!

Max just looks kind of goofy since he looks completely normal, except his feet are not on the ground.

The last week has been good.

The boys and I have been busily working on lessons. We are 40(ish) days away from completing our school year so we are preparing for tests that I'm hoping sure that Russell will pass with flying colors. At this point I am pretty sure Max could pass first grade also. That boy has shocked me this year with all he has learned. I began the year thinking he would dabble a bit with the preschool material I had, but he flew through that, laughed his way through the kindergarten material, and now proudly displays his first grade work beside Russell's. In the last few weeks Russell began reading and finished Hatchet and Stuart Little, and is a few chapters into The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.

R.C. has been working his tail off at school. He has about 6 weeks left of classes so the pressure is on! He is beyond busy writing his thesis paper, making art, getting ready for several shows, applying to job after job, and trying to spend a little time with the boys.

At Christmas time you may remember reading about "Christmas with the PawSox". We received tickets to a game in the spring for attending this event, and so on Tuesday afternoon we took the boys out to the ball game (I love free tickets!). It was a beautiful day for a ball game...but they lost...12 - 0!! Ouch! Before you begin writing about the boys being at a ball game instead of sitting at the table doing worksheets, you must know that it was field trip day for public school kids also. The general admission seats were FULL of school kids and teachers watching the game also. There were very few people there other than kids and teachers. You will also notice that the green and red seats are practically empty! Afternoon games are not too popular I guess.

Russell has been taking a Tae Kwon Do class and is doing very well. His instructor asked him to participate in the "Healthy Kids Day" at the YMCA this Saturday and show some "moves" to the community. Russell is pretty excited to participate and break some boards (Yes...break boards! My scrawny little Russell will break boards!) for all to see.

Max has finally learned to love his veggies. In the last week he realized that broccoli, asparagus, and beets (he has no problem with all other veggies) taste great. Beets are served A LOT in this household (mmmmm!! Delish!!) so it's a relief that Maxwell can do this with a smile now, instead of a frown...

This morning I packed a bag of snacks, school books and sand toys, said good bye to R.C., put the boys in the car and headed to the beach. It was a BEAUTIFUL day so we spent it playing in the sand, splashing in the water, and doing school work, pantless, on a beach towel. We spent hours in the sun, while giving R.C. a chance to do school work in a quiet house instead of a quiet studio.

As soon as we got to the beach we spotted some swans. They were down the beach quite a bit, so we put all our stuff down and took a walk to see them. We watched them swim around and then decided to go back to the spot we had staked out. To our surprise, 2 of the 6 swans followed us to our spot. They stayed by us the entire time and even followed us when we took another walk...and back again. The boys were loud and splashing and trying to skip rocks, and the swans swam close by watching the excitement. 

 

A flock of ducks landed near where the boys were playing. Max chased them away, and, what you can't see is, one of the swans was swimming just out of frame, and didn't budge as all the ducks flew away in fear of Maxwell.

The boys are pantless due to the fact that I have yet to get spring/summer clothes out of storage, and rolling their pants just wasn't cutting it. So, after soaking their pants, we took them off and let them dry in the sun so they would be dry for the ride home and the errands we had to do before going home. Both boys still think running around in their underpants is cool, and I think there are few things better than watching your kids running and laughing on the beach in their little undies.

We spent some time in the big grassy field playing soccer and picking daffodils before heading home to see R.C. and distract him from his work....oops.

Have I ever mentioned how awesome homeschooling is?! No, not just because we can do our school lessons on the beach...but that is a huge perk! It's a lot of work too, trust me!

R.C. is in NYC for several days again. We dropped him off at the bus station Thursday and will see him again on Sunday morning.

So, while he has been away, the boys and I have been busy. We had no lessons on Friday so we spent the morning and early afternoon at the park, took a walk along the bay, and picked some flowers. We have played hours of board games and had light saber battles with friends outside. Today needs to be a cleaning day...but maybe another park day.

Due to all the flooding that has happened in RI in the last few days, the bay that we walked along was much higher than normal. As we were walking we could see how high the water had risen by the line of debris that had collected in the grass. Much of RI is still underwater, but up on our hill we were unaffected. We just can't get to our favorite grocery store which is NOTHING compared to how many people had to evacuate their homes and leave all their belongings behind.

So. I've got a hater!

It has come to my attention that someone out there, maybe more than one, thinks I am a hypocrite. That's the word this person used. I was bombarded with comments on my blog the other afternoon (20+ comments in one day!) from an "anonymous" person. The problem is that they think I am a hypocrite for saying ,"I don't like the boys to have sugar filled drinks" and yet I have several (yes, this person pointed out each and every one) postings in which the boys are pictured with ice cream cones, doughnuts, hot chocolate, etc.. This person feels I am too busy pretending I am concerned with sugar intake and not concerned enough about the happiness of my children. I was also told that I need to stop putting down others who choose to give their kids pop, cookies, etc..

Sigh.


I don't even know how to begin to approach this.

I never set out to upset people with my opinions about food. I never meant to put others down for their food choices. I never meant to insult anyone who makes their kids a pitcher of Kool-aid. I really don't care if you give your kid 2 cups of sugar as a bed time snack, or if you consider french fries as vegetables. This is my blog and I am telling how I run my home and how I feel about things. I am sorry if anyone (and apparently some do) reads this blog and feels I am "preaching too much about something I don't practice myself" and "putting on a show to make people believe that you eat healthy all the time".
 

I feed my family nutritious food, even when other people are not around. I do not do it for show or to make myself sound good on this blog. I do it because childhood obesity, diabetes, and other health issues concern me. I want my family to live long lives. I do however let my kids have treats. I don't think of myself as a hypocrite when it comes to food. I do feed my family healthy foods and I give them treats from time to time. Moderation is key! Along the way I may try to convince others that it does not take extra time or money to buy and cook fresh foods instead of "convenience foods" that are loaded with extra stuff that our bodies don't need. If that is taken as preaching, then I will stop preaching.

As far as the comment about me not being "concerned enough about the happiness of my children"....I've got nothing to say other than you obviously don't know me, my husband, or my children.

"Anonymous" really made me not want to blog. I'm sure that was the purpose, and for the last few days, he/she succeeded.

*All comments from this person have been deleted because they were rude and nasty*

When we moved here we downsized all our belongings. We sold or donated a good portion of what we owned. Furniture, clothing, dishes, books, toys, etc.. Nothing was safe. We got rid of things that we loved, but knew that those things were not necessary for us to survive. Throughout the last 2 years I have thought about one or two items and wondered why I got rid of them. Like wise, some of the items that we moved here I wonder why I wasted good space in bringing them with us.

There are two particular items that I never understood why I kept. Two items that cost next to nothing and had been around for YEARS, never used or touched, and yet I took the time to put them in a box and move them over 1,000 miles. Why?

I remember purchasing these 2 things in Greenville when Russell was first born. Thinking about it now, it seems all the more strange knowing that I not only moved these things once, but I moved them from our first apartment to our second apartment. Then I moved them from our second apartment to our house. Then I moved them from our house to this place. 3 moves. That's a lot of moves for 2 little Kool Aid packets.

Yeah, that's what I said. Kool Aid. I have no idea what made me purchase these 2 packets of Kool Aid 7 years ago, but I did. Neither R.C. or myself are Kool Aid drinkers and I don't like the boys to have sugar filled drinks (gasp!) so I had never made it for them...and they never asked for it.

Until today.

This afternoon the boys went outside to play with a friend right after lunch. Before I knew it, it was 3:00 and they were still outside running wild with their buddy. As I stood in my teeny tiny kitchen listening to 3 boys playing in the back parking lot, I had to smile. That's when I opened the cupboard to see 2 little Kool Aid packets staring at me. I thought I would be a good mom today and make a pitcher of ice cold Kool Aid for when they came back inside. I felt this was a pretty big moment for myself. This was the first time in 7 years (actually probably much longer since we rarely got Kool Aid growing up either. But I am certain it has been at least 7 years so that's what I'm going with.) that I had made Kool Aid.

Max was the first to come in. He was just taking a break from playing for a second to take care of some "business", but I was so excited I offered him a glass of bright red liquid right away. I poured him a glass and he took a small drink and then put the glass down. I asked him if he liked it and he responded with an "ehhh". Next up was Russell. He came in for the same "business" and I offered him a drink also. He refused! What!?

Sure for a second I was broken hearted thinking that I was failing as an all American mother, but soon I brushed those feelings aside and relized that all these years they have not been missing out on anything since they didn't really care for the stuff anyways. Then I felt some what proud realizing that they (mainly Russell since Max did at least try it) made a smart healthy choice even when unhealthy foods were offered, all on their own.

All that to say...our move (if and when) will be 2 Kool Aid packets lighter. One packet was made today, and the other went in the garbage. Downsizing feels great!

*Just so you know how old these packets were...they expired in 2006! Yes, I still made the one...how does that stuff go bad? All it is is fake flavoring and other additives.
*I mean no disrespect to Kool Aid drinkers out there! Really!!

Today is a clear, sunny day with temperatures in the mid 70's and in my book that means you go to the beach.

This afternoon, after some errands and some baseball in the park, I took the boys to the beach to enjoy the beautiful weather. As soon as I parked the car and turned it off Russell threw his door open, took a deep breath and yelled (in a wonderful pirate voice), "Ahhhhh, I sure have missed that salty sea air!" We walked up and down the beach searching for seashells and sea glass, petting dogs that were enjoying a day out also, and chatting with some friends who we happened to run into. Soon the boys legs could walk no further so we headed back to the car and drove home with the windows down while singing Beach Boys songs as loud as we could.

 (We were completely over dressed for the beach today! I assumed that even though it was warm, it would probably be a bit cool on the beach. Usually I am right when it comes to things like this. Not today though.)

Spring is definitly here. We have seen several flowers in bloom around the neighborhood (well...not in our neighborhood, but in other neighborhoods), and the heat has been off for a week now. We may have a few days here and there where it gets cool again, but spring is in the air.

RC update: RC was in NYC 3 days and 2 nights this week and is now busily working in the studio. He's keeping more than busy trying to get through these last few months of school. 

I wish I had some great things to blog about, but the past week has been very uneventful. VERY.

Here is what we do everyday:

 Looks exciting, doesn't it? 

Russell has been working on adjectives the last few weeks. On Thursday he was given a worksheet to complete in which he had to use an adjective to describe his home, family, favorite food, town, etc. I had to cringe, and agree, when he wrote "trashy" to describe his town. Take that Providence. That's the best I can do for interesting stories from the week. 

The biggest thing that happened last week was an eye doctor appointment for myself. I hate the eye doctor. Not a specific eye doctor, just the news that the eye doctor gives me. I have always had a fear of going for a routine checkup and finding out that I have 2 weeks left to see before I go blind. This time I heard the dreaded, "That's the best we're going to be able to do for you." Although he did give me a new type of contact to try and I was shocked at how much better I can see with them, and scared at how poorly I was seeing before and not realizing it.