Mothering on the Edge

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Nobody Panic!

So all about me. I live in the Salt Lake valley in Utah with my husband and three kids. We're homeschooling at the moment, on the list for a charter school, and I'm working on a distance degree in midwifery from Midwives College of Utah. I'm married to a great guy, coming up on 8 years of marriage. I love to read and study midwifery. I couldn't find a picture of myself I liked much, so you'll just have to wonder what I look like. Maybe a picture of Angelina Jolie would do, and a disclaimer: Actual blogger may vary.

This is my kids at the Salt Lake (LDS) temple. It's hard to tell it's the temple because it's a very large building and the kids are, well, relatively small. But trust me. I'll just name them by initials here, so if you know us, you'll know who I'm talking about. Otherwise, you can just imagine creative names for them. H is in the middle. She's 6 and quite a pistol. She's the one we're homeschooling. On her right (your left) is T. T is 3 and the people pleaser of the family. She's potty training. Talk about the edge. Last is E. E is 2 and...he's a boy. After 5 years of raising girls, that's about all I've figured out about him. He's a boy and he likes to make noise and take things apart. Early signs of engineering genes, maybe?

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Fireworks Rant

What is wrong with people?!? We went to watch fireworks at Thanksgiving Point last night (not my idea) and sat in the middle of redneck central. There was the guy out front lighting illegal fireworks off his cigarette, the names Dakota, Koda and Cody more times than I can count, the half-dozen of children running out in the street where the things were being lit in BARE FEET! What is wrong with these people?

One urchin picked our family to hang around with. His name was MaKoda. No, I'm not joking. He was around 10 and nearly climbed into my lap a couple times, directed us when and where to light our (puny) ground flowers and poppers. A couple times he went up and tried to pick up the fireworks while they were going off! Then he started whining (yes! a child not my own whining at me!) about how he never gets to light and "throw" fireworks. And why wouldn't we let him light one?!? I finally told him if he wanted to light fireworks, he should go ask his mom. He was back in 5 minutes with, you guessed it, his own little box of fireworks. I nearly died.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!? Why would anyone think it's ok to let a 10 year old light explosives? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!?!

/rant off

PS Hope your fourth was more entertaining and less...disturbing than mine. God bless America.

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

Censored Haileyisms

Well, now that Hailey has learned to read well enough, I'm being censored. She's decreed that sharing stories about her is embarrassing and hurts her feelings. So you won't get to hear about the panty fight or the balloon incident from this week. But I have been authorized to tell the following joke from her growing repertoire:

What do you call a boy hurricane?
A HIM-icane!

Watch out Letterman. Once she can stay up until 11, the entertainment world is hers.

And I can tell you about Tori. We got an email from my sister who's living with her husband in North Carolina this summer. She sent a picture of her husband's new "bald look." He shaved his head. Tori looked at the picture and declared, "He looks like an ear!" What's funny is, the more I looked at it, he DOES! It's a profile shot and his head is a little...I don't know how to explain it, but now he's become Uncle Richard, who looks like an ear.

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