Seymour Salmon Day

The fabulous marine science classroom, complete with touch tanks.
This is about 1/5 of the class, which was one of two groups we homeschoolers were split into today. We are privileged to know a lot of homeschoolers.

Marine animals, with a little Northwest Rat tossed in.

Yes we are amusing. You may laugh at us now.

We hiked to a tidal creek where we were privileged to watch Chum Salmon spawning. Our little monkeys, imminently comfortable in the woods, took to the tree for a better look. Imagine their surprise when our Naturalist asked them to climb down!

On our way home, we stopped by Minter Creek because we knew the salmon were also running there. They were thick and still in the water, and you could clearly watch them spawn and then wander about after they were done, just waiting for the cycle to be over. (Do click– it’s impressive, even this late in the season.)

Batch update

So with last week’s news, whatever makes me me exploded and I kind of spun out for a few days.

“It’s only money” works for me until we don’t have it anymore. This repair– 1800.00 will sink us for a while and we actually had to draft a budget. One I don’t like, but it pays the bills and that’s the important part. We haven’t had a working budget in a few years so this is not a bad thing. I will look up and ahead.

Found out from this mechanic (this is the second time another mechanic has asked “Um, who did the engine replacement?”) that Eric-the Dumbass in Port Orchard failed to put in two bolts that hold the engine IN the VAN. Further, he omitted to replace the harness that holds an O2 sensor in place, and it had been melting on the exhaust of the van. NICE. So I have chosen to be grateful for this fault because it probably saved us from an engine fire or worse.

G continues in Karate, and had a meltdown on Saturday because it is a mixed belt class. A more experienced student tried to toss her. G, who wasn’t paying attention to the instructions, flipped out and was upset for a few days.

N started indoor soccer league on Saturday and some serious cuteness (and noise) abounded with 30 5 year olds running around chasing balls.

We had our campout last week at Camp Seymour, and the children duly had a wonderful time. It amazes me still how well run that program is. In 24 hours the kids learned to shoot bows and arrows, use orienteering compasses and sharpen their boating skills. Mom also learned a few things; this was much more of a “slice of camp” experience, and I felt confident for the first time that my kids could take part in a sleep away camp. They are really thriving in this program. We were only able to make it this week because another homeschooler loaned us her car while ours was getting fixed. How cool is that?

D-baby made me nuts the whole time though– constantly escaping and being very TWO in a non-TWO environment. God bless homeschoolers; the staff was GREAT with him but it was the other children who really made him feel part of the experience and made ME feel at ease that he wasn’t ruining it for them. During one breakfast, for instance, an entire cadre of Bainbridge Island home high-schoolers drummed on the tables and stomped their feet so Dougie could breakdance in the dining hall. P-daddy came at night, and while he couldn’t stay because he had to go to work, he did share supper with us and he got to go to campfire. That made us all very happy.

Onions have layers

Like ogres. Like marriages.

The onset of the season has come full force. I can relax into October –autumn– and feel the contentment I always feel this time of year. P-daddy is coming around, despite the weather change tossing him into a cycle of despair. I called his bluff about being miserable and wanting to move. I found a job for him in Chattanooga– same pay, same title– that is so interested in him that they emailed and called within hours of receiving an email resume. Chattanooga is on my very short list of acceptable places to move, so I was willing to call this out. He was taken aback and said, “No I think I am staying where I am for now.” Well good, then. Your family loves it here.

October is also G’s favorite month, but for a very different reason: Halloween. Living here has made it even more cool because of our town and because of our neighborhood. The town we live in has a downtown waterfront and the merchants all open their doors to trick or treaters. It’s like a scene from that movie childhood I never had, where it’s still light out and the little kids are swarming the streets, Moms in tow. Of course, in our real life, the Moms are toting umbrellas and sipping coffee, which is even better. Furthermore, there is usually a tall ship docked with a crew dressed as pirates, handing out gold coins, argh. It rocks.

Our own neighborhood is dark dark dark, but the people are mostly older. They genuinely love it when the little kids come through and give out the GOOD stuff. It’s a lot of welcoming fun. Our personal traditions about Halloween, begun out of necessity, have served us well as the kids have grown. The Great Pumpkin who takes their offering of collected candy delivers a gift in return, usually sneaking in while they are taking their after-TOT bath. He makes lots of noise and flashes the lights. It’s somewhat frightening if you ask me.

Having said all that, the amazing this is this: G is not excited right now that it’s Halloween month. She is beside herself, checking the calendar every day, already packed and tingling, because Camp Seymour’s overnight is coming. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me!

Speaking of happy, our church had the Blessing of the Animals last night, and G sang in the children’s choir while holding her hermit crab. So cute. Following, P-daddy took the kids home and I stayed for my best rehearsal YET in this state. Vivaldi! Luther! Hal! Oh yes! That SOUND that choirs make when it’s right– that SOUND that embodies worship of the great spirit for me– that is what I have been missing. It draws me, addicts me, it humbles me and makes me feel grateful to be able to participate. It was a very good day.

Camp Seymour: All About Water

We actually started this year attending a YMCA camp program for homeschoolers. I’d read about it last year, but I blew it off thinking it too involved, or whatever. Who knows what I was thinking then. This year, however, we’re going and oh my stars, it’s so fabulous. What a treat to look forward to a structured, socially engaging outing like this once a month–that Mom doesn’t have to plan, to boot.

Our reminder email read as follows: “The theme for the day focuses on water and how important it is for so many different reasons. We will start the day off with a tour of Camp Seymour’s alternative waste-water treatment center, the “Living Machine.” For background information see http://www.campseymour.org/uploads/documents/6.pdf Next we will go boating (rowboats, canoes, and kayaks for those 11 and older) rain or shine in beautiful Glen Cove. After lunch, we’re going swimming in our heated pool. PLEASE REMEMBER TO BRING A SWIM SUIT if you might go swimming. “

G heard that some Moms drop off and pick up, and requested that I not do that. However, she blended into the “herd” and pretty much ignored me the whole time. Excellent! She really seemed to be enjoying herself full out, and found her own stride, and her own friends. The naturalists did a fabulous job, both professionally and personally. While the program is open to homeschoolers in second grade and above, the staff made true on their literature’s promise that younger sibs were welcome. Both boys were fully included, active participants. I still am reeling by how inexpensive this program is for what they provide.

The lunchroom lodge

What a group! The kids had their choice of canoes, kayaks or rowboats.

Finishing up, stacking canoes

What do tired homeschoolers do after an hour of paddling? Spectator giant chess, of course!

Niki and the kidlets

Went camping again, at Nikirj’s ,while she was in a particularly onerous week of breastfeeding classes.

The C-family have a huge set-up of their own!

Took the kids to Pine Lark Park in Sammamish. The kids are terribly camera-shy.

Camping

We had a good time. The kids are naturals at this, and we met up with some friends too.

Penrose State Park, Site 33

The purple tent is for the doggies.

Thank you notes

Every year I intend to send thank you notes. Pre-children I was scrupulous about them. After children, we never received them from other families so after a while, I got into the lazy habit of ignoring that nicety. Some parents even complained that our thank you notes made them feel bad. Ugh.

This year, I don’t care. I have to go back to the thank you note situation, at least with G. She can write now and she’s old enough that I need to teach her how to be a gracious adult (eventually). My idea this year is to take shots of G using each of her gifts and print them out, having her write Thank you beneath the picture. The presents she received were each so very appropriate to her, both in her personal interests and to our lives as unschoolers.

Right now, she is painting pottery pieces into which she will plant wheatgrass for a windowsill garden in her room. Even blog readers who never met us know how perfect that is for her. Painting Pottery? Gardening?

neither rain nor sleet nor head of bed will keep us from our appointed painting

This shot is from yesterday: a music box for her jewelry. Instead of a ballerina, it’s a dragon. Yeah, just see the title to the blog.there’s a little dragon nose peering back at her

Nikirj sewed her a hooded cloak that glows in the friggin dark. COME ON! I thought I had shots of that but I don’t yet. Mwahahaha. Maybe we’ll be the freaks of the campground this weekend.

I am here

Just back from a delicious, busy week. We went camping and had a fabulous time. The kids are just as into it as we have ever been, and ~N~ is a fishing addict. Wow. While we were gone, Tamera had her baby, and when we got back I helped host a mother blessing for yet another Momma.

While I worked really hard before we left to make sure the house was clean when we got back, today you’d have a hard time telling that. Now, at the 5 o’clock hour I am back to no dirty clothes and no dirty dishes, but oh dear the kids have strewn all over. I don’t care. It’s been a lovely day; their laughter was worth it and hey, Stargate Atlantis was on all day.

I never watch that much TV but it helped me get through the laundry!

Busy as a Bee

Today I had to cancel our lunch-on-wednesday date so as to make up for my poor planning of this weel. I crammed an awful lot in, most of which is getting cancelled because I also scheduled our family camping trip this weekend. That trumps everything but the Mother Blessing this weekend, which is pretty important, hey! The sad irony, and what really bothers me, is that the Wednesday family was the preggo for Sunday, so that bums me out.

So today-tomorrow it is this:

• finish the laundry
• return library books
• clean the bathrooms
• put in the potatoes, romano bush beans and sunflower house
• bake ahead for camping treats
• store runs for camping supplies
• prep camping meals and
• load up the stuff for camping

I am beyond excited. P-daddy wanted this to be a just-us thing this time, which I am fine with actually. At first I really wanted to bring people along. The memories of the disaster from last year (disaster only because of the location, which none of us expected or could have anticipated), have faded and I think about the fun we had with our friends instead of the yuckiness. That’s a nice happenstance.

I think we need to spend some time connecting as a family though, in a very low-ley manner. I like this plan all around, because I believe it will be a nice break for all of us. The work involved in camping is something P-Daddy and I both like to do, and the park, while awesome, is close enough to home for us to book it if need be. I hope the weather holds out. It’s been beautiful lately.

I am trying to remain positive

But I am really hating my van right now. So I shall go on about the positive, and ignore my pounding sinus headache, in itself the just desserts for well, desserts.

On an upswing, we had a lovely weekend. We did. We got the van back Friday night* and on Saturday, drove to a friend’s birthday party at Odyssey. The kids love what Chiknman refers to as “the human habitrail,” and they did the party very efficiently. My kids havenever been to an arcade before, so when they took the children to that half of the play complex, their little heads started spinning. By the time we were ready (omg please let me out!) to leave, the children were, too. They each got puzzle boxes as party favors and the big kids actually put them together that night. (Their mom is not a fan of jigsaw puzzles, so I was pleasantly surprised by how well that went over here. )

Saturday afternoon, P-daddy got a gardening jig on and dug a new bed for our strawberries. He went NUTS, and built a rock wall around it and everything. I was really impressed with that, [pictures to come], and he was soooore the next day.

On Sunday, P-daddy went golfing and then we went to Penrose to scope out the perfect camping spot. You can reserve online, and WA State parks tries to make it as convenient as possible by including pictures , but …if you can drive to see for yourself, it’s so much easier. The tide was lower than any tide I have ever seen anywhere in my life. We walked into the inlet, out past the archipelago, for those of you who have been there. (Not the one on the left, the one on the right— the two mile nature trail. ) People were clamming everywhere, bringing in geoducks and horse clams. We asked one man how he eats his geoduck and he said “raw.” Um. yuck.

I finished two new beading projects! One for The GreenMama’s birthday and one for a mother’s day gift. GreenMama says the birds remind her of a happy childhood memory.

Valerie is so entirely suited to these happy marine colors. The jewelry is much brighter in person than is coming across in these pics.

Today we’re off to the zoo for a birthday party in P-Daddy’s car. Out! During the day! With people! And I get to give two of the bead recipients their stash! Yay!

*It is making clickety valve noises and on Sunday, when we drove back home fromPenrose, the gauges stopped working. The van would still run, start and go, but I couldn’t see how fast we were going or whether we had any gas. Not acceptable after a 5 week sacrifice and 1650.00 expenditure.