Bugged Out

Today is a no school day, for teacher "professional development," so the kids and I have been hanging out.  Well, after lunch I was throwing the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher to do a load (ah, the joys of having everyone home all day- two loads of dishes), I picked up this pink plastic cup.  I registered a glimpse of something black and creepy inside:

So, I did the most logical thing.  I threw the cup into the sink, rather forcefully.  After a second to catch my breath and work up my courage, I took a second peek.  It was only Emma's prank ice cube.

Someone "got" me good.  But I didn't scream, and the kids don't know.  I am hesitant to admit it.  The girls keep trying to "trick" me, and if they knew they were successful, it will happen again and again and again...

Test Time

Last year at MSP time (that's WA state's standardized test taken every year starting in 3rd grade), Emma was nervous.  She lost sleep.  She was experiencing test anxiety.  As she was then only in 4th grade, Ryan and I told her this test wasn't even important- just more of a gauge of how her teachers are doing.  (Test anxiety in a 10 year old?  Not cool.  Not cool at all.  It's not as if this is the SAT or anything.  And it goes on for days.  Geez.)

Anyway, once the test was done, Emma came home saying she'd gotten all the questions right in the math section.  We told her great, and we were glad she'd tried her best.

Her MSP scores came home yesterday.  As it turns out, she was right.

 100% down the line.

Then the other side of the paper explained her scores to us.

Emma's score was 575 out of 575, "which is passing."  Ya think?  Wouldn't you think a perfect score would warrant something better than "passing"?  As in- oh. my. freaking. gosh.  That's amazing!!!!  Who does that?

Also, where did she get her math smarts?  I feel I am better in the "language arts" and I think Ryan is more of a "science" kind of guy, so....  math?  Who is going to help her with that?  Although according to this chart, she doesn't have a lot of room for improvement or growth.  Huh.  Now what?

(She did very well all the way around, in her reading and writing.  But perfect?  I am blown away.)

Ryan called a couple of people last night.  First, was the math coach at the high school.  He has never heard of a perfect score before.  Then Ryan called Emma's teacher from last year, who was given a copy of Emma's scores too.  She said likely it wasn't an error.  Emma IS very smart.

Wow.  Seriously, wow.  That girl.  She blows me away.

Nutella

Last night for dessert, Maddie requested graham crackers and Nutella.  In my effort to teach my children how to be independent and self-sufficient, I helped Maddie get what she couldn't reach (namely the container of Nutella, for reasons best understood by parents of children with a sweet tooth), and let her make her own dessert.  Usually I supervise activities like this, but I was paged by another child to come help with something.  Elizabeth was still at the table eating her dessert (pumpkin bread), so I asked her to make sure Maddie didn't eat all of the Nutella.  I marched up the stairs thinking, "Look at my great parenting skills.  Maddie is perfecting her fine motor skills and is taking care of her own needs, and Elizabeth gets the chance to be the responsible sister which is good for her."

Two minutes later, I returned to find Elizabeth and Maddie dipping their fingers in the Nutella, licking, and (probably by this time) deca-dipping.

Parenting is such a humbling experience.

Allergies

Elizabeth has been struggling with her allergies lately.  Every morning she complains, "Mom, I can't breathe!" followed by some kind of ultra-stuffy nose inhale attempt.  And every evening at bedtime, she rubs her face and says, "My nose is so stuffy!"  After a few weeks of this, and attempts on my part to alleviate the problem with Clariten, Benedryl, and decongestants, I bit the bullet and made an appointment with the doctor.  So this morning after dropping Emma and the twins off at their various schools, we took a trip to the doctor's office.

Can I just say that going to the doctor's is so much nicer than it used to be?  The front staff seems on top of things (although I swear I have to fill out paperwork every time I go in), and the wait time is more than acceptable, making a trip last 40 minutes instead of 90-120 minutes.  Oh, and you don't have to make appointments weeks in advance.  Thank heavens they finally got their act together.

We saw Dr. W today.  He had a half-face model to help explain what's going on inside her head with those allergies.  He started his little explanation speech to Elizabeth with, "Heavenly Father made your nose this way," pointing to whatever the part of the nasal passage he was referring to.  He explained why allergies are so much harder on kids than adults most of the time, but I had to laugh.  I assume he doesn't explain like that to all his patients, but when your doctor is a member of the bishopric at church, well.... I guess that gives us special treatment.  It was a cross between a science and a Sunday School lesson.

I think I like knowing your family doctor.  (Unless it's MY doctor, for those OB/GYN appointments.  That's a whole 'nother thing.)

The verdict is no allergy testing right now.  Unless we are planning on removing the allergen (and it is likely outside allergens bothering Elizabeth), testing won't really change the course of action.  We've got a steriod prescription for a couple of days to get the swelling down (it's pretty bad), and a nasal inhaled prescription to try, in addition to switching from Claritin to Zyrtec, and enjoying the benefits of Benedryl at night until she's more comfortable.

What's For Dinner

This is what I picked from the garden today, and what I based dinner around.  I only picked what I thought I could fit into a meal.  I think I still have enough tomatoes out there to feed our whole ward at church.  

How many more ways can I come up with to cook all the vegetables from our garden?  Pasta, stir fry, side dishes, casseroles, baked, boiled, and frozen, and I still have some going to waste.  My opinion (voice of reason?) doesn't seem to matter with the dear husband in the late spring; he plants and plants and plants.  On the bright side, it's saved us a bunch of money on groceries this summer.

What She Wore Wednesday

Emma helped Annie come up with her costume.  I think it was a Snow White dress, with a black skirt over the dress, and then her special "Corner Blankie" (that's the name of the twins' matching blankets that they love) wrapped around and through, like a cape.

Hiding

I brought Annie and Maddie with me to Ryan's classroom today to help work on Ryan's new display board for the upcoming fair.  Even though it was Ryan's plan period, there were students and another teacher in Ryan's classroom.  Annie and Maddie weren't so sure about all the people, so they found a good spot to hide under Ryan's desk.

They got to watch a movie while I helped out, cuddled up with Ryan's coat.

Peeping Toms

While I was bathing Annie and Maddie, a couple of curious faces peeked in at us.

It would appear the turkeys can fly up to our roof now, and watch us in the bathroom.  Nice.

Picking Pears

Our friends found this you pick place for pears.  We got them for .30 cents a pound.  

The orchard was owned by this Norwegian fellow.  He took the kids for a ride in his tractor when we were done picking.  

I know it what the picture looks like, but he is wearing a pair of shorts.

Catching Up

This is just going to be a mash-up of pictures I've taken lately, and a blurb about them.  As I am pretty far behind in posting, this is just going to be the fastest means of catching up.

Elizabeth gave me a make-over after school today.  Have you ever seen that you tube video of the rubber bands and the exploding watermelon?  Well, I had about 10 headbands around my head, and was starting to feel like that watermelon.  Ryan thought I was worthy of a photo though.

Annie and me on a Sunday afternoon.

 Annie and Maddie being silly at bath time.

The fall wreath I made this week.  The ready-made wreaths were like $40 at Michaels, and I figured I could make something decent for much cheaper.  I don't know if I am happy with it yet, but it's up.

 Remember all those onions I wrote about a while ago?  Well, they have been sitting around, and Walla Walla onions do not store well.  They have started to go bad, so I cut up a whole lot of onions, and cried.  If anyone had come by, it would have looked like we had received some very bad news.  Anyone walking through the kitchen was teary eyed.  I got out the dehydrator, and made the whole house reek of onions.  But at the end of it, I had saved the onions from certain death.  I feel pretty good about my homemade, home grown dehydrated onions.

 It was a rough couple of days to be a bird at our house.  Sunday morning a neighbor's dog took a very big bite out of one of our turkeys, and Ryan had to put him down.  Fearing for our other birds, I left the chickens locked up in their coop until we could fix the hole in our fence.  On Tuesday evening, the fence was fixed, and we let out the chickens.  I guess the rooster was miffed at being locked up for so long, and had to assert his manly-ness.  Within 2 minutes of being let loose, he attacked Annie and gave her a big scrape through her pants.  The rooster tried to attack Elizabeth too, and so... this was what was left after Ryan got to the rooster.

 Our garden is going CRAZY.  There's no way I can keep up with it.  This is the bucket of tomatoes I picked one afternoon.

 So I cut up almost all of those tomatoes, onions (this was before dehydrating all those other ones), some peppers, and some jalapenos, and let them simmer on the stove until I had a really big batch of salsa.  (This picture does not do it justice, as it is a REALLY big pot.)

I wuss-ed out on canning the salsa, though.  I ended up putting it in quart sized baggies and freezing it.

Whew.  I think this is it for tonight.