Published July 31, 2008
Tags: arborist, tree
my dad is one very tenacious fellow. for some reason he decided he liked climbing trees and stuck with it. even during that notorious period where it was fashionable to have trees that looked like they had a bad run in with an aerial lawn mower. or what you could call, the “modern art meets pregnant man in bucket truck with chainsaw” look. sort of like the mullet, it should have never been.
anyways, he is still here. and he hasn’t met a fateful end. only he thinks he is getting too old, he wants to stay on the farm and mill up all the wood he has collected over the years. so he’s got my brother do the dirty work instead. (who i understand nicked some power lines the other day…) anyways, if you want to keep up on their tree adventures, keep an eye on their new blog. something interesting is bound to happen.
i remember, on this job my dad pulled his favorite trick. he chucked a rope at me and hollered, “here, hold the end of this!” it was generally always a bad idea. i remember flying through the air as my rope holding partner decided it was a good time to let go. and apparently it wasn’t my 115 pounds keeping that chunk of wood from making it’s date with gravity. i ended up face first in a pile of brush 15 feet away.
but working tree jobs with my dad is some of the best times i’ve ever had. there is just something about real work and pulling together as a family. all of my siblings have had to do their time, unpaid time, generally speaking. and i imagine it is the only things that has contributed to us having much character to speak of. spending time with dad on the job. it is my hope that my husband will be able to take over the business someday and just do architecture on the side. just so that my kiddos can have the same opportunity to be with their dad. like my father is always fond of saying, “there is no substitute for being there.”
Published July 30, 2008
jael bait , ottoscroms
all the kiddos match. although she babysat for four days and did get tired of people asking her if they were twins. “no, you see this one was born a year and a half after that one.”
and yesterday someone had to tell me that baby girl was the cutest little boy they had ever seen. boy? she is cuter than a pile of boys put together. she is my sweetie.
(as a side note, we went to the library last night and picked up “the story of the little mole who went in search of whodunit.” children’s books these days…crazy.)
i was excited to find craig caster’s parenting seminars online and for free! woo-hoo. i’ve been wanting to buy them, but never had the $60 laying around. well i do, but it’s in my “buy new couch someday fund” ( i have my priorities). so i would invite anyone who has a chance (more like 6 hours) to watch them. mostly to tell me what you think. actually, no matter what you think, i do believe they are good to watch. just because he does a great job emphasizing the fact that you don’t have to get angry to discipline. you can discipline just as well when you are smiling. and i think we too easily put anger and discipline together. really, you can have one without the other?
(this is just a clip by the way. the actual seminars are the previous link.)
i think you can get away with a pile of parenting mistakes if you just don’t get mad or even irritated. i like to smile and say, “jehu, when mommy asks you to come you need to come fast. you are going to get a spanking to help you remember to come fast next time. okay?” and then he cries and i spank him and he cries more and then says, “i am all done crying.” but there was never any yelling, threatening, repeated warnings, dirty looks, impatience, or time out bouts – just a solid little smack on the cutest little butt you’ve ever seen.
sometimes parents don’t want to “hurt” their children. but if, instead, they have to result to manipulation, threats, or volume i think it ends up being worse. i like to keep my home the same overall tone. peace. consequently, when anyone wanders out of the safe zone, they get electrocuted. like those invisible fences (don’t worry, kids are fast learners). but it keeps life from being an emotional roller coaster. i want things to stay “here”. there are other ways too maintain boundaries too, of course. craig caster recommends applying “consequences” to instances of disobedience, usually chores. this is an area where i disagree with him. my dad thoroughly brainwashed me into believing that work isn’t punishment (work is good for you and you are going to do lots of it). i also dislike grounding or any kind of punishment that is prolonged. it tempts your children to feel bitter and resentful. and i especially don’t like bribery or any kind of reward system (in the future, no one is going to pay you to brush your teeth.) so i find myself kind of limited when it comes to discipline techniques and this seminar really raised a lot of questions for me. but i still liked it. if anyone gets any other ideas, let me know. but i thought i would share and i do recommend giving it a go.
Published July 24, 2008
“like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain…” yes, that is our song. how freaking romantic, you’d never guess. actually, i believe it had something to do with the fact that when we were dating he gave me a mix tape with that on it and “hotdog in a hallway” by nofx. “she’s got a couple of pony kegs, her arms are bigger than my legs, and when she holds me I can’t breathe, that’s why I love her.” and for some reason i was just more keen on john denver’s “let me die in your arms” bit. that’s what i look for in a man really. sacrifice baby, we want sacrifice.
so yes, it’s been six years. as you can see, i am well pleased. marc just looks funny. that is because this picture is one where he in between making faces. (i’ve seen enough of his mother’s family pictures to know not to take it personally.) for our anniversary we got baby sitting and went on our first date in over five months. watched a movie, ate, wandered around aimlessly and tried to pretend we didn’t have children.
for the occasion i had marc’s out of print rsv bound in leather (with pink ribbons). and he bought me another box of silverware. the rules say crystal, appliances, silverware, wood. when i asked him what he was getting me for our anniversary he replied, “what more do you want from me woman? i just bought you a house.” so i looked at the list and what do you know, wood. it counted. then i looked at the list again, “hey, where’s my silverware?” just no pleasing me really. so here it is.
he was just tired of getting his spoons out of the dishwasher.
Published July 23, 2008
just a quick picture. i’m supposed to be getting busy painting. how come i always get distracted?
grammy took the boys for the week so me and baby girl are trying to make hay while the sun shines. before mess and messier get back home. i will take some pictures if i accomplish anything. starting to wonder…
Published July 21, 2008
i’ve been packing around a target gift card this age. i finally stumbled on a bumbo and couldn’t resist. even though everyone said it was ugly. we’ll see if we grow to love it.
while i was at the store, packing around baby girl, we were assaulted by one of those strange, gesticulating, middle aged females. “oh my!” she drooled, “that is the cutest baby i have ever seen in my life!” i was kind of wondering how many babies she had ever seen… but it was a nice comment nonetheless.
girl was not taken aback at all and accepted it as honor due, of course.
Published July 17, 2008
Tags: cloth diapers
girl’s cloth diapers came yesterday. we were very excited.
i thought they were going to be too big, but it looks like i should have ordered them when she was three months. they say they are supposed to fit until about 36 months, which sounds like a good size range in any case. i don’t really care for the one size diapers because of the bulk. this must be the best of both worlds?
maybe i will post in a week and tell you how we have got on. and thank goodness the little machine has stopped her incessant pooping. that would have been a lot a wash.
Published July 15, 2008
Tags: baby blankets, crochet
jael received the swankest baby blanket from her aunt becca. it’s a ripple, in the pattern of pi. (aunt becca is nerdy like that.)
she has faithfully crocheted blankets for all her nieces and nephews, including the otto boys, who got popcorn blankets. jehu’s is the teal one.
and gideon’s is the red one on the bottom. it is my very favorite, made out of 100% sheep. it fits perfetly over the carseat, which is also red. but mostly there is just something about real wool, other than that it itches.
i think the pattern is one she made up too. real popcorn blankets are usually just little raised bumps, but these are full on pom poms. so you could always ask her how to make one if you were interested. she said it is a pretty fast go. and if it weren’t for the fact that i have her to do all my crocheting for me, i might learn to do it myself.
Published July 13, 2008
“huuugh-bert!” as he’s otherwise known. sorry about the rascal’s nose. he skinned it up in the tennis court one week and was diving down the sidewalk the next. i still think he’s cute.
Published July 11, 2008
hot stuff , jael bait
a bit. i haven’t had a haircut since christmas and was starting to look a little on the seedy side. so out of pity for my husband, and the fact that it is our anniversary this weekend, i decided to head to the salon and set the matter straight. next thing you know and i’ll be going shopping.
the real problem is that even when i get a hairstyle i don’t have time to maintain it. if it’s already hit 11:00 and i still haven’t done my hair, what’s the point? and i do have to do my hair mind you, it’s positively lank. it needs the fear of god put into it every morning. with little appliances toting the tags, “caution, risk of death by electric shock.” so i decided to get a style that i can set in rollers every night. and i will just wake up beautiful. voila.
and doesn’t hubby look sweet in that picture on the left? he’s actually in the process of mocking me, but i thought it had the chance of being mistaken for endearment by the unsuspecting passers by.