6/11/11

Birthday Boy


It's hard to believe that you're two years old today.   I am trying to picture the expression on your face when you see the candles lit up on your cake.  I wish I could catch a glimpse of you ripping open your presents.   I wonder what little boy themed decorations  and cake make the day special for you.  I wonder if you're having a party.  Where ever you are now my sweet boy I pray that someone loves you like the treasure you are.






I cherish the memories of the 2 months we spent together.   
It doesn't seem like a very long time now, nearly two years later but it was long enough to forever take a piece of my heart.  Every memory and photograph from summer '09 will always have a little fuzzy haired boy in it.  
We loved having you as a temporary part of our family.   

I love you and miss you my sweet little "Cub".


6/10/11

Asking for Prayer


My heart is heavy as I think about my friend Javier.   He is a boy...who is now a young man..who has spent quite a few years attending the Learning Centre for children with disabilities program at the mission/ orphanage in Baja.   Over the years his body has grown weaker as he suffers the effects of muscular dystrophy.  Anyone who has spent any time with this boy loves him.  His strength of spirit and charming personality shines right past his deteriorated body.   He is quick with a smile and an enthusiastic greeting.  He jokes and flirts constantly.   He always made me laugh.

His body struggles to fight off any cold or flu that happens to pass through.  The winter that we spent in Mexico the flu that was going around nearly did him in.   He pulled through.  
 He was one of the hardest goodbyes because I didn't know if we would be back in time to see him again.  
I am hearing through our friends and a prayer letter that he has been seriously ill again.   He is receiving around the clock care from some devoted staff members at the mission,  who have been teaching and caring for him for several years.  It must break their hearts.  

Please pray for this young man.  I don't even know how to pray especially since I'm not there. ...but selfishly, and for all of those that know and love him, and for a young man who's life is being slowly taken much too soon....pray that he would be able to fight off the illness.  Even without the strength of his body he is a light to everyone he comes in contact with.   Pray for wisdom and perseverance for his doctor and the couple that is caring for him.   I know he is in very good loving hands at the mission.   I also know that he is in the loving hands of his Heavenly Father as well.  

While you're on your knees would you please pray for my little Cece girl too.  She's had a fever for the last couple days and it just keeps getting higher.  She woke up from her nap a little while ago with a temp of 105.6.  She's been re-dosed with Tylenol , drank a cup of diluted apple juice, was given a bath, had a cool cloth on her head and was curled up on my lap crying that she wanted to go back to bed (she signs for goodnight).  I just put her back into her bed where she seems the most eager to be.  She's on her 4th nap.  
Poor little girl is so pitiful right now.  I'm sure it's probably just one of the many fevers/ viruses that kids this age get.  Kids with fevers are nothing new in this house but it's miserable and somewhat worrisome just the same.  


6/9/11

Ancient Echos field trip


Did you know homeschoolers do field trips too?
In reality most homeschooling families whole lives are a series of field trips since kids are being educated where ever the family happens to go.   I've noticed our own family has made this slight shift in how we do learning, family time, and life.  They are all mixed in together instead of compartmentalized into time slots. We start to see everything in life as a part of learning and an opportunity to educate little minds.
I did decide I wanted to be intentional this spring about doing some educational trips to nearby sites.  

This morning we enjoyed a gorgeous sunny day by touring a near by ravine that is filled with historical and archaeological points of interest.  There is also a little museum dedicated to the ancient  history of the area.  

There were no other school groups booked for tours that day so we were the only ones visiting.   We received our own personal tour and hike through the ravine.


As we hiked through the natural prairie (never been cultivated) we examined all kinds of wild  flowers, cactus, grasses, and lichens.



Can you spot the wagon trail?
This is part of the Red River wagon trail (I could be wrong on the name..I was busy keeping Silas from skipping off down the hill).  This trail runs from the United states all the way up to Fort Carlton Saskatchewan.  This was a route that serviced the fur trapping and supply trade between the Metis people , the Hudson Bay company and the English settlers.   Being that I was carrying one of the descendants of this aboriginal group on my back it makes the history lessons that much more interesting. 


We learned about the herds of  Bison (Buffalo) that used to roam the prairie.  We listened to stories of the plains Grizzly bear that were big enough to take down a Bison, and the Blackfoot aboriginal people who lived off the land.
We looked at different plants and learned how they were used for nutritional and medicinal purposes.



The above photo is of a "Buffalo jump" spot.   The aborigional people would run the Bison up the side and then chase them off the edge.  Nearby they have uncovered the processing site full of the discarded bones.  

Below is an ancient petroglyph.  A stone carved by prehistoric  people for some significant purpose.  You can't see the lines and circles very clearly in the photo. 

  


Our tour guide was great.  He was so good with the kids and answered all their questions.  Even questions from a 4 yr old mind.


There were quite a few different stone formations that we looked at.  Some were used by the aboriginal people as birthing locations,  coming of age ceremony spots, or as messages and markers. 

The rock below was used by the Buffalo as a rubbing rock.  It is a large rough rock that has been rubbed smooth as glass on the edges.  Around the rock a fairly deep rut has been trampled.  
The kids had themselves a good rub...and then climbed up for a picture.



Our tour guide told the kids to close their eyes and  imagine that they were the rocks and that could  see and hear all the years of history.  He told a little story, which was basically a little history overview from the view point of an ancient rocks.  



Inside the museum were a lot of stone tool artifacts, fossils, and even shark teeth.
 Prehistoric sea creatures, fossilized coral and other marine life have been found in these hills.  


Part way through the little museum tour I took Silas and Cece out into the hallway for some grapes and juice boxes.  They were tired and hungry by the time we got back from our hike.  Aili and Roman enjoyed the rest of the history lessons.  
Our tour was slightly shorter than the usual school tours because we  had young children along, and we were only staying for the morning.


As far as a teeny tiny village literally in the middle of nowhere museum goes , it was pretty great.  
Silas, my boy who never naps, is now konked out on the couch.  
Maybe I should take him for hikes more often.

6/7/11

Country Bumpkins the sequel



After we were all dudded up in our best cowboy attire we drove a few village blocks over to where the 4-H horse show was taking place.
Check out the boots I pulled out of storage.  These are vintage baby. 
Despite the fact that I grew up on a cattle ranch, with horses and my husband now works on that same farm (now minus the cattle)  we really haven't invested much into the culturally correct attire. 
We kind of suck at being country.  

It was a fun evening and Aili did great...knocked my socks off/ shocked that she wasn't still afraid of horses and could actually ride great. 


The boys entertained themselves.



Quiz time.


Some other really cute spectators.
It was a very small audience of just a handful of families.


Aili doing the horse leading event as she gets a thumbs up from the spectator stands.
I think we won for ugliest oldest horse.
It is a 'camp horse' that we borrowed and horse sat for the winter.  Next week it's going back to a kids camp for the summer.  We're hoping it lives that long...it's old as dirt, and slightly less attractive.
Aili loves him though.







There were quite a few different little events that they had to do with their horses.  Different types of running, leading, bare back, saddle riding, and then the barrel course. 
It was much more about control than speed.
Not bad for a beginner.



The "pole bending" course.


Silas getting a high five for finally being brave enough to ride on a horse.


Who needs boots anyway.


Somehow he managed to get a token ribbon.  One proud boy!



Their club bought new matching jackets with a 4-H logo and their names on the sleeve.
Aili has very much enjoyed being a part of a club.  She loves the structure, the politics, the meetings, the speeches and the fact that she was the 'journalist' and got to write the club update in the local newspaper each month.  She liked learning about horses too but I think it could have been any 4-H club and she would still love it.  

She aspires to be the club president someday.  First 4-H and then the White house.


Country Bumpkins


So what do you call people who don't quite make "Country" look good...but definitely aren't city folk.
That would be us trying to be cowboys.  We don't quite hit the mark for Cowboy but we seem to achieve the slightly lower status of bumpkin/ hillbilly with flying colors.

{Insert banjo music here}

Kids that refuse to wear shoes, or sometimes shirts. {check}  
A backyard that looks like a shanty town. {check}
Shop at the Walmart clearance rack {check}

All we need is some cousin lovin' and  some chickens running through our house and we'll have it made.



My giddy-up crew is on their way to Aili's 4-H achievement day. 
Our scramble to finish supper (pancakes) and look suitable for a horse show went something like this:
"Is there any syrup?"
"Anyone need another pancake?"
"I told you to get some clothes on!"
"It's almost time to go!"
"Should I wear my wranglers?"
"Mom all my jeans are in the laundry"
"Do cowboys tuck in their shirts?"
"Dad can I wear your cowboy hat?"
"Dad can I wear the other one?"
"I need a hat too!"
"I think there's one in the play clothes box"
"Do I woot wite a towboy mom?"
"Do you like my belt? It's really colorful"
"I have no cowboy boots!"
"Go find your rubber boots"
"I SAID GET IN THE CAR! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"

"But wait , get back here! I need to snap a few pictures first."



Marlboro boy needs to show us his stuff.


What 7 year old knows how to do the smoky eyes?!
Look out ladies, you only have another decade until this boy is up for grabs.


All the 4-H kids wore their matching shirts.  It was really cute.
Although I must brag that our child was the only one in stylin rubber boots and a hiphop belt.  






Stay tuned for bumpkin night out part 2  "the horse show".
Ya'll come back now.

6/1/11

We survived our first official year of homeschool...barely

Last week I wrote a long blog post summarizing our school year.  I never did finish it or hit publish.  I'm not really sure why other than feeling absolutely burnt out with anything to do with school work...including writing about it.   Maybe I'll write another post sometime when I've recovered a bit from our first year of home based education.  I haven't even put away or sorted through our school books...I don't even want to look at them yet. At some point I need to compile an assortment of their tests and school work to send into the School Division as proof that they did learn something.

We have basically wrapped up our school year.  Aili has a few pages left in her math book that she is slowly procrastinating her way through.  Roman is finished for the summer.   My ulcer is feeling better already.

We didn't take much for breaks this winter so we are very very ready for a long summer break.
One of the perks of homeschooling is we get to choose when summer break starts and ends.

The kids have been enjoying playing outside, visits at Grandma and Grandpas house, and time working with Dad on the farm.   I love that they have this time and freedom to be able to do those kinds of things.  Not too many kids get to go to work with Dad on a weekday morning, in June..or anytime for that matter.

We are planning on using this month to enjoy some  moderately "educational" family activities like trips to museums, a rodeo,  the library, a weekend of camping , some hiking and sailing. Our only criteria is cheap, and close to home.    At this point I'm totally fine with them  spending hours digging holes in the back yard while I desperately try to rediscover my sanity, and catch up on weeding my garden.

 It has been so nice to take off the pressure and just have some fun with the kids the last few days.  They are probably learning nearly as much playing games, and exploring anyway.


Our 'new' (50 cents at the thrift store) Pizza fraction game.
There are about 6 different games that can be played learning different levels of skills but the kids mostly enjoy just playing Pizzeria.   Silas may know fractions by the age of 5 just by ordering fake pizza.  :)


Play-doh.  A household favorite.



We spent a couple hours this week at a local small town museum.
It had a lot of really creepy plastic people.
This was the hospital exhibit.




The zombie Canadian regimen soldier.


This little pioneer heritage museum was pretty cool considering.  It had lots of antiques, local history and old buildings to walk through.
We were literally the only ones there, other than the young lady at the front desk.  
It was nice to just explore and take our time.


An old school house completely furnished.  

Farming old school.  A grandfather of our modern combine.

This week Aili set up a little road side bakery.
It's been something she has begged to do for years.   A dream come true for this girl.
She schemed, dreamed, planned and marketed her baked goods.  
"Fudge brownies and Blueberry muffins."


She ran her little shop all by herself and  sold most of the items.
She made a nice little profit.  We had calculated ahead of time what the baking supplies cost (perfect math class) and she subtracted that from her total.  She also borrowed and paid back a "float", the money to make change with.   There were all kinds of lessons to be learned. 
She has already designated and stashed the money away for summer camp.
To any one in our little village who bought her wares...thankyou.  
You made her week!