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June 2, 2008

Child Labor

Filed under: children, family, home improvement, life — Wizus @ 11:09 am

Aha!  Finally, there something the kids can help with that is constructive!  While we found that they are very good at knocking holes in the walls and pulling up the carpet, there hasn’t been much else for them to do since we were in the break-down stage.  (Well, I should say we haven’t found anything for them to do that they didn’t whine about.) So what did we do last weekend?  Paint!

With a quick lesson from Dad…
Dad shows them the ropes

Kenny is off and running! He wastes no time working in his room.
Ken

We so much talked about the fun we would be having that Brynn’s friend insisted she would like to help..
Brynn and Jess

The kids picked out their own colors and I think they did a very good job. We installed some flooring and new ceiling fans last week so their rooms just need some finishing touches…
Brynn’s room:
Brynn's room and I think her ceiling fan is so cute!

Kenny’s room:
Kenny's room

The kids are very proud of their work and are very anxious to get into their new rooms.   At this rate, we will be back in our home in just 2 weeks!

 

 

 

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January 8, 2008

The Name Game

Filed under: children, family, life, parenting — Wizus @ 1:10 pm

My daughter has decided she does not like her first name.  Maybe its a phase and she will get over it, but she is very determined to have everyone call her by her middle name.   Her dad is not happy but I don’t mind as much as he does.  You see, her middle name is what I wanted her first name to be.  I had it picked out years before but Hubby never vetoed it until the day the ultrasound confirmed that, yes indeed, there was a girl on the way.   It took months for us to agree on a first name and then more time to agree on the spelling…Kayleigh.  When she first began to talk she called herself KK and here at home the nickname has stuck, but everyone else calls her Kayleigh…until now. Now she is Brynn.

With the new year came new classes with new teachers and coaches and this has given her the perfect opportunity to tell them all her new name.  I did not realize this was her plan until after cheer practice when her coach told me KK asked her to call her Brynn from now on.  Later I overheard her telling her new swimming coach, “My name is Brynn.”  

When we came home last night I had voice mail from her 3rd grade teacher, “Kayleigh wants to be called Brynn…”. She wants to know if it is alright with us. 

This morning I received a call from the gym where she takes gymnastics, they wanted to know if I had two daughters in the class. KK had told her new coach her name is Brynn instead of saying, “I am Kayleigh, but please call me Brynn”. So the coach added her name to the roster. I told the gym to just have her full name on the roster so there would be no more confusion.

She has scouts tonight and I know that some of her friends there have already begun to call her Brynn.  The leaders haven’t said anything to me but this is their first official meeting of the year so I am bracing myself.

Honestly, I don’t know what to think.  I use a nickname, Hubby uses a nickname, all the kids have nicknames…don’t most people shorten their name or have another name that “sticks”?  Its not like she is picking a name from her favorite TV show or movie.  KK knows other people that use a different name other than their legal first name and she has presented a good argument for her case.  I don’t know if there is more to her name change other than she really likes one over the other, she denies there are any other motives.  While I am concerned about her “declaration” of her new name and that she changed it without a formal approval from Mom and Dad, I also wonder, can an 8 year old have an identity crisis?  Is she trying to hurt her dad or get approval from me?  Is there something deeper to this or am I just trying to read too much into it?  

Once again, my daughter has managed to baffle me.

November 23, 2007

Dear clothing manufacturers,

Filed under: children, family, life, parenting, rant — Wizus @ 5:52 pm

My 8 year old daughter is not a miniature teen and I don’t want to dress her as one.  I don’t even think I want her to  dress like a teen when she becomes a teen! She is not trying to impress the boys in her class.  She likes to look cute, but not in *that* way.  She wants pretty clothes that are durable enough for the playground.  She would like an outfit that is stylish yet allows for spontaneous cartwheels.   Low-rise jeans do not fit this bill.

I was a 3rd grader in 1973.  My teenage cousins wore hip-hugging bell bottom jeans which I would have loved to have worn if they were available in my size.  (Lucky for Mom they were not.  She did not have to have deal with the frustration of looking for age appropriate clothing and Lordy! What would she have said if she knew my cousins wore no underwear under those skin-tight pants?!)  When I got dressed in the morning I did not worry that my panties would be higher on my hips than the waist line of my Toughskin jeans.  No one would see that I was wearing “Tuesday” underwear on Friday.  When I sat on the floor in class, my pants did not slide down my hips to expose my entire backside. 

I would like to take my daughter shopping and have it be a pleasant experience.  I would like to outfit her in modest and stylish attire.   She is at the age where I cannot fool her with the higher waisted boy’s jeans any longer.   She would like to try on clothes and hear me tell her she looks great.  Is this too much to ask?

Signed,

Frustrated Mom

October 24, 2007

Hey 19…

Filed under: children, death, family, life, parenting — Wizus @ 1:07 am

He is lost and wanders aimlessly through life. 

He stays up all night and sleeps all day.  He will leave home for days at a time.

I don’t know what to do to for him.  He needs help but I cannot force him to get it.

He was only 7 when he followed his step-brother into his dad’s bedroom.  He watched Daniel pick up the air rifle and fill it with BB’s.  He counted the pumps 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9…

He walked behind him as they went down the hall to the living room.   He saw him raise the gun and pull the trigger.

Then he watched his big brother fall to the floor.  

What did he hear?  I don’t know.  I could not listen to the 911 tape.  What would it be…crying? screaming? silence in the background?   I know he was scared.  He was alone in his dad’s house with his dying brother and the teenager that was supposed to be taking care him.

I ran into the emergency room.  I was escorted to a little sitting room and there they all were with their heads hung low…his dad, his stepmom, his stepsister, Daniel and my little Ricky.  No one looked up. “Where is Kyle?” I asked…nobody answered but I already knew. I had sensed it.  I felt him leave. 

…We had been shopping for Christmas gifts when we stopped to get a bite to eat.   We were discussing where to put the new freezer we had to buy when it happened.  Hubby says he saw it in my face as I abruptly stopped what I was saying and began talking about Kyle.  I knew it was him as he traveled right through me, it felt like a wind blowing through my chest and my mind filled with thoughts of him.  I felt restless and I told Hubby we needed to go home, now!  I knew there would be a message waiting for me and I dreaded having to push the PLAY button: “Come to the hospital immediately.  There has been an accident…” …

I had to say it again, “Where is Kyle?” and my baby boy is the only one to looked up at me to say, “He’s dead.” 

A single BB had torn through his shirt and entered his chest and punctured the pulmonary artery. The pericardial sack slowly filled with blood until his heart could no longer beat.  

I took Ricky home with me and held him all night.  I have held him many nights through the years.  He was 16 the last time I held him, I mean, really held him while he cried.  He was in so much pain my heart still aches from the memory, “I feel so lost right now and need my big brother“, is what he confessed to me.  

All summer long he watched Grandpa slowly die. I thought he was doing OK but it has brought back the horrible feelings of grief.  He didn’t tell me at the time but he had stopped going to work and he neglected to register for fall classes. 

I want to hold him now and tell him everything is going to be alright, but Mommy’s kisses cannot fix this.  

September 26, 2007

What the…?!?

Filed under: children, family, life, parenting — Wizus @ 10:52 am

I truly love my daughter more than words can describe.  She is my pride and joy and after two sons I was thrilled at the thought of all things pink.  What I wasn’t prepared for was how different she would be from me, I don’t understand her at all.  

Now, I think I have a good sense of humor, but what in the world would possess my sweet little princess into doing something like this to her little brother?

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