The Land Run

My, my things have been busy around here. I think that the last two months of school are more busy than the holidays.

The big deal in the third grade at our school is the reenactment of the Oklahoma Land Run. The kids in the classes are divided into "family groups" of four or five kids each, and then their family is responsible for getting ready to stake their claim. This is no small feat - they have to have costumes, a covered wagon, a decorated family stake to stake their claim - there's a lot of prep work involved.

For the parents, this also involved a big meeting where we all met and volunteered for committees. I helped head up the "Games" committee with Carolyn, a good friend of mine who has lots of parenting experience. There was also a photo committee, land office committee, finance committee, snack committee and a few others I've already forgotten. Of course, there was a head committee person to make sure all of us committee chairs had our ducks in a row. Whew! I'm exhausted just typing about it. Anyway, what seemed like a simple task was all-consuming for the last couple of weeks.

I started out with the best of intentions to make Maggie a pioneer costume. We went to Hancock's Fabrics one Saturday and picked out a pattern and material for a dress. I got the material washed and ironed, and the pattern ironed, but then things took a turn for the worse. I looked at the directions, and what I thought was an elastic waistband and sleeves turned out to be ribbon ties with casings that had buttonholes at each end. I've never made a buttonhole before, so this was going to require some time getting reacquainted with my sewing machine's owner's manual. Only problem was that Monday's schedule looked like this: Dr. Appointment, Oil Change, Land Run Meeting, Build a Wagon with Maggie's Family, Dinner, Homework, Bedtime. Tuesday's was similar: BSF, Library Volunteering, Girl Scouts, Dinner, Homework, Bedtime. When was I supposed to make this costume? After practically having a panic attack on Monday night I came to my senses and started calling everyone I knew with a fourth or fifth grader to borrow a land run costume. We found two, and Maggie chose which one she wanted - a more grown-up looking dress that was several inches too long. I hemmed it up so she wouldn't trip on it, and did make her an apron to wear with it. The rest of the dress will be finished at a later date. (We'll still need it for Gracie in a couple of years!)

At the last meeting there were several parents talking about wearing costumes as well. Carolyn said she had a dress she thought might fit me and dropped it by. I felt flattered that she thought I was that thin - I could hardly get more than one thigh in that dress! I still managed to dress up though with the apron from the dress, a long skirt and the bonnet from the other land run costume we borrowed. Although I ended up being one of only a few adults in costume, it had its benefits. Everyone else got sunburned, but my long sleeves and skirt kept me lily-white, except for my face. The bonnet kept blowing off in the Oklahoma wind.

Finally the day of the land run was here! Maggie woke up extra early, she was so excited. We got all dressed up and headed to the bus stop. We got a few looks as we walked through the neighborhood, but Maggie loved it. As soon as the bus left I headed to the land run site and started setting up the games. The kids got there and we had an hour of games, the land run re-enactment at noon, lunch, and another hour of games. They played tug-of-war, had a stick pull, sack races, three-legged races and a clothesline relay.

The head organizer had also contacted the museum and they provided a chuck wagon with several educational displays for us at no charge.

Of course, the highlight of the day was the actual run, which took very little time. The kids got their wagons and lined up at the start.



Everyone was hootin' and a hollerin' for the gun to go off. All of the sudden five "sooners" (aka "cheaters") made a break for it! There were several volunteer dad "sheriffs" waiting for them though, and after a few minutes they were all hauled off to jail for a very short incarceration. Once they rejoined their families we counted down to noon, when the gun went off and they all took out.


Maggie's family pulled out a stake, put their family stake in its place and ran to the land office to file their claim. The we set out a blanket and had a picnic lunch on their new property.

After a full day the kids headed back to school for cobbler and a hootenanny while the volunteers cleaned up the site. I went home and changed out of my hot costume and made it to the school in time to see the kids do the Virginia Reel.

It was a good day, but one I'm glad to get out of the way.

A Visit to the Hundred Acre Woods

The time has come this year for the first graders to visit the Hundred Acre Woods. For those of you who might have forgotten, that is where Winnie-the-Pooh lives with all his friends. Each grade level at our elementary school has a program each year, and the first graders always do a play that revolves around Pooh, which is the theme for the entire first grade at our school. This year it was raining in the Hundred Acre Woods, so the adventure was imagined to be under the sea. Pooh and his friends hopped on a yellow submarine and explored the underwater world. Gracie's class all donned their swimsuits and goggles and scuba gear and swam around. Here's our little scuba divers:

Gracie is first on the second row, in the red and blue outfit.

This year Gracie was very into her program, excited about all her songs, playing her instrument, and describing her dance to me in advance of her program. Here she is singing her heart out (second row, next to the penguins):


Next up was the dance. She held a hoop the first part of the dance, and then they made a circle and did a little dance. You can see her "scuba" gear in this shot:



Lastly, she had her instrument part. They played hand chimes - a group of them would have the chimes to make a chord, and they would play their cord when the director held up their number. As a handbell player, I was impressed with Gracie's focus on her director!


They did a great job! We ordered a video of the performance, and I'm sure you'll have an opportunity to see it soon!

Spring Break

Well, Spring Break has come and gone. Apparently this year, that meant that for a small break we would have spring, but now winter is back, again! Seriously, as I type this they are forecasting four inches of snow tonight and tomorrow.

Oh well - at least the girls had some good weather to play outside for Spring Break. Their first stop was to Nana and Granddad's. Gracie promptly got into mud mode - I got this picture the first day: Eventually they got all cleaned up and headed to Dallas to the American Girl Bistro and shop. This was a request that the girls had begged Nana for, and of course, she was only too happy to oblige. This was also the culmination of a period of saving for the girls. They have been getting allowance for some time now, and a portion of it is put aside for something they are 'saving' for. Both girls had listed American Girl items as their goal, and although neither bought the item they listed, they did spend their money on American Girl items. Now they've decided to save for a Wii, but at the rate they are saving, it'll be several years before they get it.

Mid week they returned to Oklahoma, and Thursday we spent the entire day at the zoo. The girls spent the first half at a Girl Scout Badge workshop in the zoo school (while I read a book in the parking lot) and the second half we enjoyed the beautiful weather and saw the rest of the sights. It's a pretty nice zoo, for its size. When they announced that the zoo was closing the girls got rather paranoid that we were going to be locked in, but we managed to get out!

For the second weekend of our Spring Break, Mimi and Pepaw came up to visit us. It was a bit windy while they were here, but still warm. We visited a lot, and checked out a garden center where Mimi and I dreamed big, but bought nothing. What self-control we have! Still, it's good we didn't purchase anything, because it would be freezing to death this weekend! Here's the girls and Pepaw decorating little wood cars:
The finished products: And here's a good shot of Mimi having tea with Ms. Grace-ita Chiquita Bonita: and Ms. Margarita Picklesworth:

Anyway, that was our spring break in a nutshell. Now we are back in the school swing of things!

Inner Beauty

Last night, as I was putting the girls to bed, I sat down to talk with Gracie. She was looking off towards her desk, and a picture that one of her friends in New Mexico, Annalise, had drawn and given her with her birthday present one year.

She asked me, "Why did she make her hair red and mine blue?"

"I don't know. Hers was a lot lighter blonde than yours was. She maybe only had red and blue and wanted to make them different." I replied.

"Do you think maybe she thought her hair was prettier than mine?" She questioned.

I mulled this over and was still thinking of a reply when she said, "Hair is pretty on the outside, but what counts is what's on the inside, like in your heart."

"Yes, that is true." I said.

"And your bones." She continued, patting her arms. I smiled and started to speak, but then here came her toes from under the bedspread, "And toes. I have pretty toes."

"You have beautiful toes," I smiled, "But I think it also is important to be nice and kind too."

"Yeah," she replied thoughtfully.

"Good night sweet girl! I love you." Inside and out...

Cold, Clowns and Cookies

Oh my gosh, what happened to spring? After a beautiful weekend, I dropped my girls off at school today, and it was SNOWING!!!! It snowed for several hours, coating all of the fully budded out trees with powdery white stuff. I took a picture, but it didn't really come out well:

Today at Gracie's girl scout meeting they learned about clowning. They had a real, live clown that told them all about it, and at the end she painted their faces. Maggie got her face painted too when we got there to pick Gracie up:










I stopped today to pick up more cookies for our final cookie booth. Afterwards I saw the weather report for the weekend, and now I'm wishing that I had just cancelled the booth and said, enough! Oh well. . . hopefully it will go much quicker than our last one, which was really too early in the morning. This one is in the afternoon, and at least the grocery store we are at has a big covered patio so we are protected from the elements. Arghhhhhh, I want spring back!!!!

Giddy to be in the Groove

I am so glad to be back in my routine! Since my last post, we did declare a break from all activities. In fact, I don't believe I left the house once I got home from the pharmacy on Monday until the next Saturday. See, after my post on Wednesday, I developed an "adverse drug reaction" - a lump in my throat that made it difficult to swallow. It felt like I had a ping-pong ball lodged in the base of my throat! The doctor's office said to stop taking my antibiotic, since I might be having an allergic reaction, so I did. Then, that night, as I was taking my Aciphex (for acid reflux) I remembered that last time I had taken it, I had a similar reaction after 15 days - and I was on day 10 this time. I called the doctor again the next day and they said to just stop taking everything. I was concerned that the strep would come back, but the doctor's office said that it should have been weakened enough by the antibiotics that I had so far that my body should be able to fight it off. I just didn't want the strep to come back and get Jerry and the girls sick too, but I decided that since I paid the doctor for his professional advice, I should trust him. He ended up being right, but I still fell into a very bad mood.


I spent most of Thursday in bed - not that I was hurting badly or anything - I was just down! I was questioning, "Why can't I get well? Does God hate me?" Of course, it was rhetorical. I know that God does not hate me. My sister said, "No - but maybe he's disciplining you. You know he only disciplines those he loves." My glib response, of course, was that God must love me a lot! Really though, this week, through Sunday School and BSF (gosh, I was so glad to be back, I was giddy!) I was reminded that when we are presented with difficult circumstances, each choice we make is either a step towards God, or a step towards self. And really, you can't count on how you feel - it's human nature to question - but you have to go with what you know from the Word. So, what do I know? Sometimes it is a good exercise to remind myself. . .

• If God allows a trouble, he will give me a way to make it through that trouble. (1 Corinthians 10:12-13)
• I am commanded not to worry. (Matthew6:25-34)
• God wants me to cast my anxieties upon him. (1 Peter 5:6-7)
• He knows what is going to happen. (Psalm 16:5)

So, although things aren't quite back to 'normal,' health-wise, I am making a choice to once again have faith in what I know to be true of God, and know that whatever he has in store for me (and my family) is the best thing for us - even if it doesn't always 'feel' that way.

Where Does the Time Go?

Ah, here we are, at the end of February. It doesn't seem possible, yet it is. I think the first few months of the year go by faster than the rest. It just seems as if we put all sorts of things off until the "first of the year," and then BOOM! It's over!

February has been full of activities. It is a heavy birthday month in our family, including Miss Maggie, who is officially a tween now. Just ask Uncle Aaron - she talked his ear off for about 45 minutes the other night when he called to wish her a Happy Birthday! Maggie's party was a bit of a quick affair. I didn't get the invitations out as soon as I should have - not like I didn't know when her birthday was - but we still had a good turn out. Granddaddy, Grandma and Papaw made the drive to attend the party as well.

We still aren't out of the woods, sickness-wise. Gracie got double ear-infections last week, and this week I'm sporting another round of strep (woo-hoo)! I'm debating calling a moratorium to all extra-curricular activities for about a week, including church and scouts, just to see if we can't put a stop to it, but I'm not sure how effective that would be. We can't opt out of school - and chicken pox is making the rounds there. I know all the kids are supposed to be vaccinated - how is it we are seeing an outbreak of chicken pox? Ugh! Anyway - I finally took a list of all the meds I'm on now when I picked up my antibiotics and ran it by the pharmacist to make sure I'm not going to turn into the incredible shrinking woman or anything. I feel like a walking medicine cabinet sometimes.

The kids have given us some memorable moments since the last post. The morning that Gracie stayed home from school she was flipping through one of my scrapbooks while I was trying to get Maggie ready for school. All the sudden her little voice piped up from the chair, "Why does this man have on no clothes?" My mind was whirring as I tried to think of what scrapbook she was looking at, as I don't recall ever having put a picture of a nude man in any of my scrapbooks. Turned out she was looking at our Europe trip - at the statue of David. I tried to explain about art, sculptures, Renaissance, etc. and thought I had done an okay job of explaining when she came up with another question. "What's that thing between his legs?" I gave the short, simple, anatomically correct answer, but then she pondered the difference between the picture and other "little" boy parts she had seen before. Her conclusion, "That's gross." Not at all the conversation that I thought I'd be having on a Tuesday morning.

Maggie came home from school with the sobering news that a child she knew was moving due to a less than ideal home situation. She said that his step-dad, "spanked him too much." When asked if she thought she was spanked too much her reply was, "No, because most of the time I'm really, really, really good!" :-)

I've found THE great time-consumer. I joined Facebook. The reason I joined was because there is a group of CM consultants out there that started a group to exchange digital scrapbooking ideas. Less than a month later, I have 49 friends! Since we have moved around quite a bit, I knew we had made lots of friends over the years, and I am really enjoying catching up with everyone, but I am spending entirely too much time out there. I'm going to have to put myself on a timer just like I do for the girls Webkinz time! Oh well! If I haven't posted in awhile, you'll know where I am!

We're Still Here!

Hello Everyone! We are doing just fine here in Oklahoma. As most of you know, we got to try out our storm shelter for the first official time last night. I must say, being in one gives you a sense of security no bathtub with a mattress on top ever could.

I was actually at the girls school when the weather started getting hairy, doing my usual volunteer shift in the library. The weather was bad on the other side of OKC, so the sirens we going off, but there wasn't that much going on where we were. All the sudden there was a real pickup in activity in the school, because all these people had come to pick up their kids - the weather was heading towards us with baseball-sized hail, so folks didn't want to be stuck in the pickup line for a long time. Anyway, it was my intention just to stay until the end of school - after all, there is learning to be done, and it was still 40 minutes before dismissal! Before long though, it was apparent that there was no learning being done, with the administration trying to get kids to parents and not have the whole school be in chaos. The librarian told me just to grab the girls and go home, so I joined the queue of parents stretching out the front doors of the school and got the girls and we headed home.

By the time we got home the sky was black and the sirens were going off, so we grabbed the cat and got in our storm shelter (a.k.a. the hidey-hole). The girls were pretty perturbed, but calmed down once we were all in there. When the sirens stopped I told the girls I was going to go in and look at the radar, and they could come out. I heard their little feet going back and forth in the background while I watched the TV, and when I went back out there, they had put every blanket, pillow and stuffed animal from their room down in the shelter:

There were a few more storms to pass that way, so we watched the radar and whenever it got close and the sirens went off, we went and sat in the shelter. Once everything had passed we started out homework, and the calls from family started rolling in. By the time my sister called, I just answered the phone, "Yes, we're okay!" She said I sounded irritated that all of them cared enough to see if we were still there. It really wasn't that I was irritated - well, at least not about that. We were doing math homework! Anyway - thanks to all of you for checking on us. We're touched that so many of you thought about us!

Slowly But Surely

Well, things have slowly but surely been getting done around here. You know, back in, gee, I think it was August, I sold most of our furniture on Craigslist. My reasoning was that as long as I had a perfectly good sofa to sit on, I wasn't really motivated to go shopping for another, as I consider "shopping" right up there with getting a flu shot on the Things I Want To Do list. That's not to say I dislike ALL shopping, but it's not a big thrill for me.

There's other contributing factors to this as well, for instance, my spouses' tendency to voice "concerns" immediately AFTER we purchase something. For instance - Maggie has a pink matlesse cover on her bed. I asked him what he though of it before I bought it, and he gave me a non-committal, "Yeah, it's nice." So I bought it. Months afterward, once we'd had it awhile, washed it a couple of time (probably even had a stain on it by then) he mentions that he, "never cared for that cover." Why he couldn't mention that before I bought it, I don't know.

More recently I mentioned that I would like a hook rail in the utility room. He told me to "Go pick what you want and I'll hang it up." So I went to several local retailers, picked the thing I thought would match our room the best out of the selections I found, and brought it home. More than a month later, it was still sitting on the counter in the utility room. When pressed to hang it up, Jerry confessed that one with a shelf was more what he had in mind. So, I go return the one I bought. The customer service representative asked if it was defective, and I replied, "No. My husband told me to go pick out the one I liked, but what he really wanted me to do was pick out the one he liked, without telling me what it looked like." She looked at me rather oddly and processed the transaction.

Needless to say, this is why I don't try to pick out major furniture without him. Still, things are getting done - slowly but surely. The new hook rail showed up this week and we got it installed in the utility room:

The guest bed linens and the risers for the daybed showed up and although the linens were a bit more pink and a bit less red than we were expecting, we got it all put together and are eagerly awaiting our first guest:

We also heard from the manufacturer of our sofa, and it should begin its journey from the factory to the furniture store this week, so we could have it in the very near future. I can hardly wait. Still, even with this progress, I've confessed to Jerry in the past couple of weeks, I still don't feel settled in our new house. Part of this is because most of our pictures are still on the floor. At first Jerry didn't want to put up the office pictures because we have discussed getting new office furniture, but at the rate we are moving, he's beginning to accept my "Spackle was made for this very occasion" argument, and we are planning to hang pictures soon. Now the only thing left to tackle is the front living/sitting area. First step - getting rid of the china cabinet. So, if you know anyone who wants a very large, very nice lighted cabinet, let me know!

Slip-Sliding Away. . .

Another no-school day, another blog entry! Aren't you lucky!

The school district posted that there would be no school today late last night. From the kitchen, Jerry heard me at the computer going, "Noooooooo!!!!" The roads here are pretty clear, so there was some hope that there would be school, but the roads in the neighborhoods themselves are still hard-packed with snow, so they cancelled school. It's not that I mind having my beautiful girls to myself for another day, but I keep rescheduling my doctor appointment each time school is cancelled. I think I'll keep today's though. Hopefully by then the roads will be much better, and a neighbor offered to watch the girls, so I'm going to take her up on it. Originally it was to re-evaluate me after all the original tests came back normal, but now I'm trying to get a sinus infection, so who knows what will happen.

The girl's reaction to no school today was the exact opposite of mine: "YESSSssss!!!" with a fist-pumping gesture. I told them, "Well, that clinches it. You won't get out of school until the 28th of May!" When they asked me why, and I told them that for each day they missed because of snow, they added one more day at the end of school, Gracie responded with her one-size fits all answer, "That's not FAIR!" It's just the right answer (for her) for everything these days.

In the meantime, we got outside today with some of our neighbors and had some fun. We didn't have an official snow disk, so we tried out cardboard boxes, Rubbermaid tub lids, and laundry baskets. When our neighbors came out, they had all their mom's cookie sheets (with her blessing) and those worked pretty well. They also had an old-fashioned sled that had belonged to their granddad. We stayed out for a couple of hours and had good fun.

Here's the girls and I:

Sliding down the neighbor's driveway:

And having fun with our friends - they made a snow princess!