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Saturday, October 30, 2010

Blogger's Quilt Festival Entry

Amy's Creative Side - Blogger's Quilt Festival


Shhh....This quilt is still a secret! My daughter Brenna (age 8) and I made this lap quilt for my grandma. Brenna selected the fabrics, pieced them together (all the machine sewing), and pinned the quilt sandwich. She also did a little of the hand quilting, which is something she's just learning.

In her words:

I helped make this quilt for my Nana. It is made out of a few scraps from my scrap bag that I got from Millers Dry Goods in Ohio. I made this because my Nana had breast cancer and I know that these are the breast cancer ribbons. I helped pin, sew, and quilt this blanket. I had lots of fun making this quilt and I cannot wait to give it to her next weekend!





In my words:

Dear Nana,
Most of the time quilts are passed down. This one, we're passing up. It's been at least ten years since you beat breast cancer. When I think of all the extra time we've had with you, I'm so glad you fought so hard. I know it wasn't easy. But I want you to know how thankful I am that you made it. I'm glad my kids know my Nana. Their Nana.

I didn't realize that Brenna knew you'd had cancer. When she was choosing a bag of scraps at the fabric store in Amish Country this summer, she specifically chose the one that had pink ribbons. I wasn't sure why and when I asked, she told me, "because the pink ribbons stand for breast cancer and Nana had breast cancer. I'm going to make something with it for her."

When we got home to Virginia, we laid the pieces out and decided that there wasn't enough for a blanket. Searching through my stash, we found a pink stripe that matched well. I didn't have enough white for the back so we pieced together three large pieces. Brenna did all of the machine sewing for the front and the back.

It still puzzled me how she knew about the ribbons in the first place so I asked her. It turns out Stephen [my brother] had a pink ribbon from doing the Race for the Cure in your honor. Some time back, Brenna asked why he had a pink ribbon and he explained it to her. Your struggle with this disease impacted every one of us - even this many years later.

Once we completed the quilt top, we called you to find out how to mark the lines. Do you remember that call? I think you were playing cards with friends that night. Knowing we were going to hand quilt it and that Brenna would be learning how to do this, I drew the lines 3 inches apart on the diagonal. Brenna made the final decision on which way the lines would go. Then we pin basted it together and set it in the hoop.

The lines didn't show up well on the brown. Brenna worried that I couldn't see them. I wonder if you felt like that a bit during chemo. Not being able to see where all this was heading or if you'd find your way out. Yet God could see the lines and knew exactly where he was taking you. (Personally, I think He knew that you just HAD to meet Brenna someday. wink) Anyway, once we got out into the pink I spent some time with Brenna teaching her about hand quilting. I know how you feel about hand quilting and I want to keep passing down that tradition.

If you flip the quilt over, you'll be able to find Brenna's section near one of the corners. She worked a long time on those few inches. The hoop was large and she's just a beginner. It's an awkward stitch for her yet. I wish you could have seen her excitement the day she came home from school and I had the whole top finished. She could hardly wait to go to Jo-Ann's with me to find a fabric for the binding.

Brenna has an eye for color, Nana. You'd be proud. We spent a long time in the store looking for the perfect binding fabric and rejecting everything we found. I was just about to give up when Brenna ran ahead and said, "MOM! I found it! It's perfect!!" And indeed it was. A soft flannel print with small pink ribbons. It had both light and dark pinks and a white background. Absolutely perfect.

But I was scared to cut it. I'd never made binding before, much less continuous binding. I studied and read and studied and read and thought it through in my head over and over. Then I took a deep breath and just went for it. In the end I was amazed just how much binding a half a yard makes! We have a ton left over!

On the day I finished the last stitch, I couldn't wait for Brenna to get home from school! When she finally did her eyes lit up and she said over and over, "Oh Mama! It's just beautiful! Nana's going to love it!"

And I think she's right. To her, those ribbons represent strength. They represent courage. They represent her Nana. And that, is beauty.

I love you Nana!
Julie



Brenna and Nana sharing a moment this summer.



Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Quilting 101

I finished!! Not exactly the way I intended, but it's done nonetheless. Several years ago (yes, years), I started a quilt from a pattern in a book. After I'd made about 15 squares, I couldn't figure out the next step. I asked for help, puzzled over it, and finally gave up. Eventually I stuck the whole thing, fabric and all, in the attic.

I have a quilt heritage. My Nana has made many, many quilts. Brenna and Daniel each have one. They call them their "Nana Blankets". I have one she made for my wedding, and somewhere, I have a Bambi quilt she made me when I was little. When we lived in Ohio, Nana and mom even entered a few quilts in exhibition at the local Johnny Appleseed festival.

My mom doesn't have much time for sewing these days, and Nana is in Ohio or Florida most of the year. When I got the quilt bug again, I was pretty much on my own. I decided to make up my own design and do a learn-as-you-go quilt. I hand pieced about 90% of the top. Hand quilted it in the frame. Decided the frame took up too much room, so I took it down and finished the edge by hand without it.

The quilt was really looking good....until I got to the binding. I know for sure I messed that up good! I started out hand stitching it. But eventually I got tired. I was so close to the end and I really needed to finish so I could start some Christmas projects. So I just ran it through the machine and called it done. Messy though it is. Only one corner came out right.

Carrie's just going to spit up on it anyway.

Whenever Nana finished a quilt, she always stood out on her porch and took a picture. I don't have any copies of those pics, but I remember seeing several. Seemed like I should do the same.
So - here's my very first hand pieced quilt.

Thanks for talking me through all the confusing parts, Nana! I'd have been really stuck without you! I know you keep saying you're done making quilts, but I hope you're not. I've still got much to learn!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Quilts

I have a semi-obsession. Quilts. I finished my first one not so long ago, and my second is about thirty minutes from the finish line. No pictures, though. It's a gift and I don't want to give up the secret here.

Well.... maybe just a sneak peek.



During my down time in the afternoon - when Daniel and Carrie are sleeping and Michael and Brenna haven't arrived home yet - I love to check out new quilt patterns and designs. The month of April has been Quilting Month on Sew Mama Sew and I've seen some amazing designs.
This one is a bright, circle pattern.
And this one is just so pretty!

There are so many things to with quilts. Gifts, charity, display. Doll sized quilts, lap quilts, bed sized quilts. One of my favorites is the 100 Good Wishes Quilt for families adopting from China.

I feel like I have the cutting, piecing and hand quilting down pretty well. Next step - learn machine quilting to see if I like that. And then definitely figure out how to bind! That seems to be my big hang up.


Here are some of my favorite sites for quilt blogging:

Amy's Creative Side:
I think I spotted this one via Heather a while back. Perhaps on Facebook. Lately Amy has been interviewing other quilters and posting pictures of their quilts. Sends me on a new trail every time!

Tallgrass Prarie Studio:
Jacquie does some really neat things including using the selvage edges of the fabric. She also writes great tutorials.

Red Pepper Quilts:
I got hooked on this one because of this quilt. And this quilt. Which is interesting because I'm not all that into pink.

Moda Bake Shop:
Here I find all kinds of fun projects, and every one of them is posted with a tutorial (or recipe). One of my favorites is this quilt.

Monday, January 03, 2011

Welcome to 2011

And we start the year with a dead computer. We are in mourning.

All of my Christmas pictures had already been loaded onto the shared drive before the final farewell. Did I mention we are in mourning? It's all backed up on the external hard drive, thankfully, but I don't have access to it at the moment.

In the meantime, since I can't upload oodles of pictures, I've been on a the fast track to finishing a quilt. I've gained a new skill -
I can now mitre corners on my borders! I'm quite excited about that. I've also been machine quilting with my new walking foot and I think I've been converted. (Don't tell my Nana.) New quilting motto is to hand quilt what's likely to be an heirloom and machine quilt everything else.

I've also been reading:

The Strong Willed Child (surely that doesn't surprise anyone...)



Her Mother's Hope by Francine Rivers














The Twelfth Imam by Joel Rosenberg












All three highly recommended!

Christmas pictures will follow soon. Along with a picture of my latest quilt. Later, though, because with one computer down - Michael and I have to share. And he's waiting....












Saturday, July 12, 2008

I Think There's Been A Slight Misunderstanding

This is so funny...We just got home from small group and I checked the messages...

Hancock Fabrics has seven people signed up for the beginners quilting class and they want to know how much it's going to cost. And also when it will begin. I'm to please call Marilyn tomorrow.

Huh?

Someone made me a quilt teacher and forgot to ask if I know how to quilt. Every time I think about it, I get the giggles. I've never taught anything other than World History and Government. I couldn't charge those poor ladies 50 cents - I haven't even finished my first quilt.

This is actually my second class - the first time VCU called to ask me if I'd be willing to teach a quilting class. Michael happened to answer the phone and he declined on my behalf. But at least they asked before they signed people up. I don't even know how these people got my name!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Gift

It seemed appropriate that the next post be about giving the quilt away, but I have just not been able to find the time to get the pictures uploaded, much less added to the blog. I don't know what happens sometimes. It feels like I just spin in circles. I think I'm so busy, but there doesn't seem to be a whole lot to show for it.

Except for a happy baby. I can usually point to that. I don't know what else I've done today, but the baby's happy. lol.

Anyway, Nana and Pap came for a visit last weekend and Brenna was able to give her the quilt she'd made. Tears and smiles aplenty.


I had printed the blog post to include, but Nana was having trouble seeing it, so Brenna read it to her.
I just love this picture.

Turns out we weren't the only ones with a secret gift. Nana had one to give too.


She brought Carrie a "Nana-Blanket"! Brenna and Daniel each have a quilt that Nana made them. They call them their "Nana-Blankets". I've been teasing that if Nana didn't make Carrie one soon, I was going to have to buy a blanket and just call it her Nana-Blanket. She'd be asking me why the other two have one and she doesn't. But no more.


Isn't it beautiful??!!

It's backed with a pretty pink and bound with soft green. Carrie is already sleeping with it and building the attachment to her Nana-Blanket!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Sweet Quiet

The kids and I had a most unusual evening. I wish I could recreate it on demand. Most evenings here are a bit crazy. After dinner and clean up, Daniel usually needs to run out some energy. He and Michael wrestle or race cars in the living room. Brenna usually joins in after a few minutes and the noise level gets louder and louder. I suppose it makes us appreciate the quiet hours after bedtime all the more.

Tonight, though, was different. Michael was out, so it was just the four of us. Carrie went upstairs to sleep right before dinner so that left Brenna, Daniel, and I. After we cleaned up the dishes and washed little hands, we all went into the living room. I sat down to work on my quilt, fully expecting a typically noisy night. Instead, it got very quiet.

I turned to my right and saw Brenna laying out on the short couch, book in hand. Daniel was at the bookshelf, choosing a stack of books. I turned back to my quilt, mentally figuring out how to explain to him, for the fifteenth time today, that I can't read to him because my voice is gone and my throat hurts. I waited for the question...but it didn't come.

I sneaked a peak over my left shoulder. And there he was, sitting on the big couch slowly working his way through four Dora the Explorer books.

It lasted a full twenty minutes! If only I could make that happen a bit more often...

Friday, June 04, 2010

There Is No Title Today

I've got a couple of blog posts that need to be written and posted, but I've also got a quilt top that needs to have its batting and backing cut, a baby blanket that needs the quilting finished by the weekend, a back pile of data entry for work, and of course....laundry to do.

So, blog cheaters way out - I'm posting this video I came across on fb today.
Dedicated to all you moms out there!

(fb readers - you'll need to click 'View Original Post' to see the video)

Mommy Rhapsody from Church on the Move on Vimeo.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Three Hundred Sixty-Five Through Three Hundred Ninety-One

I think some weeks actually have ten days. And this past week was one them. We are 98% moved out of our house and that feels good! I have looked forward to this for a long time. I imagined it differently, but I'm still so glad to be here. There are a few more hurdles ahead of us, and then the focus changes to finding a new house. In the meantime, here's the list for this week.

Longest list to date.





365. Suzanne and Jeremy - who left their kids with her mom (including one with a fever) so they could both come to help us move. They brought their trailer, which we filled, and their SUV, which we filled, and helped all day long. And Suzanne was my precious friend through the day, keeping me grounded and not off on emotional tangents.

366. Wes - who helped us move our stuff out of the house, into the truck, and then into storage

367. Dave - who has offered more than our hearts can receive, who helped us move, and who has been through every step of the past eleven months with us.

368. Christine - who saved Carrie's very curious-nearly 2 year-old life by keeping her during the move out. (more on that in a later post), who has offered more than our hearts can receive, who has been through every step of the past eleven months with us, who helped me pack the kitchen and stayed to chat till nearly midnight

369. Stephen - who helped us move and set up our room at mom and dad's

370. Kristin - who helped us move, who set up our room at mom and dad's, who talked with me in my exhaustion until the guys were finished on the computer in my room and I could go to bed.

371. Mary Ann - who helped us move, who kept our kids entertained, who is keeping way more of our 'stuff' in her basement than I care to admit

372. Jim - who helped us move, who is always sure whatever it is can be done, who moved the piano down the front steps without dropping it, who is always willing to lend a hand



373. Kevin - who helped us move, who wheeled Daniel all over the yard on the dolly, who took my kids on one last bike ride around the block before their bikes went into storage (not sure any greater gift could have been given than that)

374. Robert - who helped us move

375. Cody - who helped us move, and filled his new truck with stuff from our shed #bestnephewever



376. Molly - who kept my kids this morning so we could sign papers at the lawyers office

377. Dad - who helped us move, who beat the storm to his house with our mattresses on the back of his truck, who picked up drinks for dinner, who, along with mom, made sure we've got plenty of room while we stay here in their home.

378. the sunset tonight was beautiful, Orange and purple and blue. I followed it west as long as I could because I just didn't want it to end, and I only turned off at the last possible place to avoid a u-turn in getting to my destination.

379. beginning to recognize some of God's perfect timing, and wanting that to feed my faith for what's ahead of us.

380. that my parents built a house with so many bedrooms - what foresight!

381. Kathy and Raymond - who bought our sofas, even though Raymond was in the hospital having his hip replaced

382. selling the sofas - that we were able to load them (just michael, kathy, and I) onto her pick up, get them tied securely enough with nearly nothing, that she was able to get home without them falling off, that she got them unloaded somehow while her husband was in the hospital. And that we didn't have to store them because there was NO ROOM in the U-haul!


383. the quilt I'm working on for Carrie - I haven't gotten to work on it for months, but when I pulled it out to bring with me I fell in love with it all over again.

384. I told Brenna she couldn't open her friendship bracelet kit because we were leaving soon for Molly's house, and when we walked in the door Molly's girls were working on friendship bracelets at the kitchen island. What a sweet gift for my Brenna. She was so thrilled, they did that the entire time we were gone.

385. in and out at the eye doctor = awesome.

386. Michael's band. I've only heard them play once, but I love how much joy it brings him.

387. cell phones

388. pickup trucks - we've used so many in the last few days

One of those wardrobe boxes actually fell off the truck on the interstate!

 389. a good shower - especially on the day after you move

390. beautiful flowers

391. Daniel getting to ride in the moving truck.


Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Education Updates

Two years ago I did a lot of grumbling here about Brenna's first year of school. Then last year, after much prayer and agonizing, we transferred her to the school district north of where we live. Still unsure that we had done the right thing, we agreed to re-evaluate the situation at the conclusion of her first grade year. There were, at that time, many educational options on the table, both at the school and in our minds. I had read several books and talked with the principal of the new school. I knew what I could request and felt reasonably sure that this new school would work with us to do what was in Brenna's best interest.

Brenna had a phenomenal first grade teacher who tiered her lessons to meet the needs of her students. She pinpointed Brenna's spelling weakness and met her constant desire to explore new topics. It was a great confidence building year.

As we've reviewed the year, we've made a few decisions. The first is to stay at this school. The second is not to pursue a grade skip. We've spoken with some parents whose children skipped a grade, as well as some who chose not to go that route. It seems that when you skip a grade, you often trade one set of problems for another. Since the teachers working with Brenna are very good at adapting lessons to fit the needs of their students, I feel confident that she is being challenged. A push ahead would have magnified her spelling weakness, plus she still needs to practice writing as fast as her little brain goes.

There is much good that comes from the public school experience. I'm glad she has so many friends, gets to explore art, and is learning to work with many different adult personalities. I know, however, that she could work through the curriculum much faster than the pace of a 25 member classroom. It's a little give and take, I guess.

The new county did retest Brenna and confirmed the gifted "label" she'd been given in Kindergarten. She's eligible for services and the GT teacher does work with her class. But I've come to realize that she's still a sponge, just like she was at age three. So we try to keep feeding her mind as often as possible. Next month she's going to stay after school once a week for a hands on science class. At home, she's learning to quilt and to do math puzzles. She likes creating and is currently working on some kind of popsicle stick design of her teacher's name. Yesterday she came home from school so excited because she had learned all about the Prime Meridian and also because she had checked out a book on the Greek goddess Athena. Sometimes I just shake my head and grin. However did this child land in my home?

As expected with child number two, I have not been as diligent with Daniel's preschool work as I was with Brenna's. Then again, he doesn't beg for it like she did. He enjoys some of the workbooks, especially dot-to-dot, but his attention span is short. We are currently working through the first Handwriting Without Tears book and attempting to make the jump from knowing letter sounds to sounding out words.

A few weeks ago, I took him for what I thought was a speech evaluation. His pediatrician had trouble understanding him and suggested he be evaluated. When we arrived, I learned it was actually a full preschool evaluation, with speech included. The instructor spent about 45 minutes working with Daniel while I sat in a tiny child sized chair nearby. I was surprised by some of the things he knows and can do - which is precisely why she kept me in the room. Turns out his speech is right on target for his age. More than likely he was just talking too fast at the doctor's office that day. (Incidentally, his hearing is just fine, as well. Though he's certainly had me fooled often enough.)

There were two things that made all the effort of getting to the evaluation worth it. First the teacher suggested that I use a dry erase board to help Daniel practice writing letters. It's less intimidating than pencil and paper because it's more easily erased. It has worked like a charm. In less than a week I taught him to write his name, where I hadn't accomplished that in all the previous year.

Second, and more importantly, she picked up on a trait that we've seen over and over but have never expressed. She pointed out that if Daniel thinks he can't do something right, he often won't even try. That's the struggle I've had with teaching him to write. We've done tracing, but he gets all upset before his pencil ever touches the paper because he knows he can't stay on the line. She advised me to teach him to write his name and to work on cutting so that when he arrives in Kindergarten next year, he'll be ready to participate. She said that students like him will often shut down if they think they cannot do something like the other kids can. Although it's a different environment, we see that all the time at home. I was very thankful for her insight.

And that's where we are with the kids' schooling. There are some big decisions ahead of us as we move north. You'd have to understand how public schools are set up in Virginia, but basically where we move within the county will determine whether Brenna will have to change school tracks yet again. As a friend once noted in my comments, "I would gladly do the right thing, if I just knew what the right thing was." There are so many factors playing in to all of this, but schools is definitely one of them.

As for the way future....I've told the kids that at least one of them has to go to Ohio State. They can earn scholarships and go voluntarily or they can draw straws. Either way, someday I get to go to an actual Buckeye football game in the Horseshoe.

Monday, December 03, 2012

Eight Hundred Fifty Nine Through Eight Hundred Seventy Eight

I finally found time for blogger and it's a Monday to boot! Everyone keeps telling me I need to cut myself a little slack, but I just cannot get my mind around how busy we are! Over the last two days I've been emailing with a friend I haven't seen in at least a year and a half. We are trying to get our families together for a little while one evening. I wrote out our schedule for the next two weeks and literally just shook my head. No wonder I'm not blogging. No wonder I'm not reading. No wonder Carrie's quilt isn't getting done...

But I'm here and it's Monday and the list shall go on!



I am truly thankful for these blessings and many more-

859. Dinner with wonderfully, good, long-time, forever friends

860. onions

861. Ben's planks/push ups

862. Christmas lights

863. independent kids

864. our Advent readings

865. Daniel's success in reading

866. just being so happy in my life

867. new friends at church

868. surprises in the mail, even when they aren't for me

869. the anticipation of a new neice or nephew this week

870. special friends who love my kids

871. getting the whole family all dressed up for a Christmas event

872. that our dentist genuinely cares about my family

873. lower interest rates

874. Carrie's hugs

875. Michael's willing heart

876. the end of another successful Bible study

877. stockings hung from the mantle

878. Christmas surprises




Wednesday, January 11, 2012

2012

I'm not much for New Years Resolutions. We've started all kinds of 'traditions' in Januarys past that fizzled after a year or two. I remember choosing a word for the year. That was fun until we forgot all about it by February. We tried making some kind of memory scrapbook of the previous year. Or at least talking about our memories from the previous year. Dud. Sometimes the kids come home from school with resolutions. Things like 'play outside more' or 'eat'.

So I just kind of quit making a big deal out of the new year. We have fun on New Years Eve together and anyone who can is welcome to stay up till midnight. But other than that, we just keep movin' along.

Except the other day I saw a fb post where someone said she meant to learn how to make a pie crust last year and never got around to it. She was bumping the challenge to 2012. And I got to thinking that maybe I should take on a few challenges. A few, mind you.

So here's my 2012 list of challenges. Probably here to be cut and pasted to 2013, but here nonetheless.

1. Make bread with other grains - like oatmeal and spelt

2. Train baby #4 to sleep through the night. (If this one has to be repeated to 2013, I will be in the looney bin.)

3. Finish at least two of the quilts I have in progress. (Dare I admit that there are five at quilt-top completion or further?)

4. Hang some pictures on the walls of this house (that's going to mean getting pictures of Carrie in some form other than jpg.)

5. Keep sorting and sending stuff out to Goodwill, yard sales, and the trash. (less, less, less)

6. Get to know at least one of my neighbors.

7. Wherever I am, I want to work on being all there.

Seven seems like a good place to stop. I may be crazy taking on a 'be all there' challenge with a newborn coming, but I think it's appropriate. I've got to stay in the moment for a lot of reasons this year, as I have much to cherish.

2012, I think we're now ready to roll.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Nan's Pjs

A few years ago Michael's grandma passed away. She almost made it to 100, but her last months were a real struggle as her body began to fail. She moved in with Michael's aunt and uncle, but it was his two cousins who did much of the day to day care. We live too far away to have helped out or visited much. The burden really fell on their families.

When the last of Nan's things were being given away, there was a small pile of nightgowns and robes left. No one really wanted them so I took them home with the idea that I'd make a quilt out of them. It took several years of work, a long stint in storage, and some fast paced binding to get them finished, but I finally cut the last string on Wednesday night. I made two wonky patchwork lap quilts. I learned a lot and made of lot of mistakes on them, but I think Nan would see that as a good thing.




I decided to give the quilts to Michael's cousins, Traci and Leslie, as thanks for all they did to take care of Nan in her last days. Thursday I got to take the quilts down to them and it's my hope that the blankets will bring back lots of good memories of their grandma.

reading the card

pulling out the quilts

teary eyes

Sunday, July 07, 2013

Food Dyes

We are now a food dye free family. I'm adding my story here so that other moms searching for information will know they are not alone. Or crazy. I could not believe how many other kids behaved exactly like mine - that someone could describe an episode and it sounded like they were watching through our windows. Those stories gave me the confidence to trust my instincts.

I have four kids - currently ages 10, 7, 3, and 1. My oldest child, Brenna, has never shown any sensitivities to food dyes. At least that I can remember. Daniel, who is 7, and Carrie, who is 3, have the biggest reactions. Ben, who is 1, hasn't shown any signs of a sensitivity - but also hasn't been given a lot of dyed foods since he doesn't eat candy yet. 

A few years ago, maybe 3 or so, Daniel began to have, on occasion, a massive temper tantrum. He would tighten his arms to his side and yell so loud the veins in his neck would bulge. Then the tears would start and before long he'd be on the floor kicking and screaming. Sometimes this would go on for 15 minutes. These episodes were so bizarre compared to his normal behavior. They were awful to deal with, especially since at the time, we thought they were a behavior problem and treated them as such. I remember one in Target and another in a parking garage.  They happened relatively infrequently so by the time the next one happened I'd forgotten all them. After about 4 such tantrums, I started to ask what he'd eaten (thinking sugar at the time) and discovered that he'd had several packs of fruits snacks in one afternoon. As a guess, I banned them from our house and told everyone not to give him fruit snacks. I even remember asking my sister who is a pediatrician, if she'd ever heard of anyone having those kind of reactions to fruit snacks. She hadn't. 

In December of 2011, we planned a fun night of driving around looking at Christmas lights. We wanted to end the evening at Krispy Kreme. Daniel decided about 15 minutes into our trip that he was thirsty and he would not stop whining about it. Slowly it escalated to hitting the seats, thrashing, yelling, crying, kicking, and screaming. We threatened not to take him to get donuts, but that didn't even phase him. He was ruining the night for everyone. Finally, we drove home so that he and I could get out of the van and I could just put him to bed. But when I got out and opened the doors, he wouldn't come out. He just kept screaming and kicking and he had this wild look in his eyes. It was like a scene from the movies. I remember Michael getting in the van, but I can't remember if he was able to coax Daniel out or if he had physically take him out. When we got him inside, and Michael left with girls to go get donuts, Daniel got his drink. I gently said it was time to go upstairs to bed and he just walked right up and laid down. All of the fight was gone out of him and he was exhausted. I remember thinking that was really strange, but I knew he hadn't eaten any fruit snacks so I couldn't figure out why he would act that way. We've had maybe one or two episodes since then. Neither involved fruit snacks. 

Two weeks ago, the older kids all took swimming lessons. Their instructor let them pick out candy when they were finished each day. On Monday, Daniel chose airheads. He ate the whole bag on the way home and then we had lunch. Following lunch, I offered the kids a homemade yogurt popsicle. For some reason, Carrie had first choice and she picked the one with the blue handle. Daniel began to get mad because he wanted that one and, as before, his tantrum escalated. Before long he was screaming and writhing on the floor. My friend Sherri and her daughter had stopped by to pick up bread and they were watching this whole thing unfold. I was so embarrassed by his behavior. Nothing could get him to calm down. I couldn't get him to go to another room or anything. Finally, we all walked out to the front porch to talk, just leaving him on the kitchen floor kicking and screaming. After about 10 minutes of this, it dawned on me that he might have eaten something that triggered the tantrum. Michael found the wrapper in the car, and sure enough it had Red Dye 40 in it. Sherri works with a lot of kids who are not able to have dyes and very quickly we began to put the pieces of his puzzle together. Michael went back in to talk to him and once his tantrum was done, he was back to his normal self. They did some research together on the computer and then he calmly ate the other yogurt pop. 

Last week we went on vacation and decided to keep it dye free, just to see if we could prove what we suspected. On Monday or Tuesday night (all the days run together), I was putting the kids to bed and an argument broke out over who would get to sleep with the top quilt. Daniel had said Brenna could have it, but then he changed  his mind and in no time he had descended into a major fit, just like the one over the popsicle handle. I tried to deal with it. Michael tried to deal with it. I walked back into the living room in frustration because he hadn't had any candy. But then I realized we'd had ice cream 3 nights in a row... sure enough Blue Belle ice cream has Red 40, Yellow 5 and Yellow 6. Bingo. When he calmed down, I hugged him and told him I was sorry I hadn't checked the ingredients. The ice cream had those dyes in it. And through tears, he said, "Mom, why does that stuff make me act like that but it doesn't do it to Brenna or Carrie?" I had to tell him I didn't know. But by the next morning, we'd discovered that it does do that to Carrie, too. 

Since arriving at the condo for vacation, Carrie had not slept through the night. She's been sleeping through the night since she was 8 weeks old so this was definitely out of the ordinary. Let me back up to say, that over the years, there've been times when she wakes up screaming but doesn't seem to really be awake so we just lay her back down and mostly she goes right back to sleep. In her own room, it hasn't ever been a big deal. I don't think it ever happened more than two nights in a row either. 

The first night of vacation, she woke up around 5 am screaming. She was sitting up, facing the wall and yelling/crying very loud. When I tried to touch her, she jerked away from me. When I asked questions or tried to talk to her she would not respond in any way. This lasted for about 5 minutes or more and then stopped - as if she'd woken up. By then everyone else was awake, including Ben so we just made the best of it and walked down to the beach to see the sun coming up. The next night it happened in the middle of the night. We quickly moved her to the living room, where she had her 5-10 minute fit and then very easily went back to bed. By the third night, I was really getting frustrated. I don't do well with interrupted sleep and I could not figure out what was going on. She woke up screaming again, staring at the wall, not letting us touch her, sometimes hitting her head against the wall, and not responding to anything we said. We let her finish in the living area and I asked her if she had to go to the bathroom. She whispered, "No. If we go in there we have to be very quiet because Grandma and Papa are sleeping." Michael and I just looked at each other dumbfounded. Seconds ago she was screaming her head off. I asked her if she had been crying and she said no. Apparently  she woke up and didn't remember a thing. It was so weird. Michael asked if she wanted to go back to bed and she said yes. Just like that it was over. But as they were walking out of the room, I suddenly had an epiphany and grabbed my computer. I spent the next two hours reading everything I could find on Red 40, Yellow 5, and Yellow 6. Turns out, what she had was called a night terror and yes, the dyes can trigger it. 

The next day we didn't give her any dyes. About two hours after she went to bed, but before the adults had gone to bed, she began to cry out again. I was bummed because I thought I'd figured out the problem. She wasn't quite as loud and she didn't bang her head. Still, she wouldn't let anyone touch her and she stared ahead at the wall. I asked my mom to come try to calm her down and that didn't work either. (But it was good for mom to get to see the episode.) Mom and I left the room and Michael stayed - planning to to bring her into the living room to try to wake her up. Instead, he asked her if she'd like to go to sleep and she willing laid her head down and went back to sleep. So it was a much milder episode that night. We attribute that to the dyes still working their way out of her system. She was completely fine the rest of vacation. Slept through the night without a whimper. 

We arrived home last night and this morning she and Michael were up before me. I have not had a chance to clear out my pantry yet and she ate cereal with the dyes in it. (Life, cinnamon) Michael went to church and I kept the little kids home. She was wild! She was aggressive with Ben. She was running everywhere. She was flipping her body all over the place on the couch. Head on the couch, feet in the air. I put her in time out. I fussed at her. She kept encouraging Ben to climb the steps. Even letting him go right past her while she just sat there. She yelled. She was just so hyperactive I was going crazy! When Michael got home, he kind of took over corralling her. Half joking, I finally said, in exasperation "What did you feed her for breakfast?" When he said cereal, I knew what had happened. Sure enough, it has Red 40, Yellow 5 and Yellow 6. Thankfully, right now she's sleeping it off. I'm praying it will be out of her system by the time she wakes up. 

I have read lots of articles over the past week and I am way overwhelmed. Here are a few things spinning in my head:

- The increase in the amount of food dyes consumed by people over the last 50 years is something like a 5 fold increase. 

- The European Union is banning the food dyes. Many companies make a dye free version of their food that they sell in the European Union, but they will not remove the dyes for us here in the States. 

- The FDA does not believe that there is a strong enough link between food dyes and hyperactivity in kids (or any other negative reaction) to ban the dyes. 

- A lot of the time, the dye is put in the food to make you think there is real fruit or vegetable in it, when there's not. Basically... it's there to fool you. 

- Some foods (I think chocolate pudding was one - it would be green) would be a whole different color and not appealing if they didn't dye it.

- There are so many different ways the 'reaction' can manifest itself. I've seen everything from hyperactivity, to bed wetting, to asthma, to tantrums and night terrors. Even allergic reactions.

- The dyes are in lots of things you don't expect. Like toothpaste and vanilla ice cream.


And so much more. The truth is, the dyes probably affect all of us and you as well. If we paid attention, we might discover a lot about what causes certain moods/feelings/concentration issues/or hyperactivity. These are really an unnecessary additive to our food and I hope the FDA will ban them. Soon. 

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Is Kindergarten Over Yet?

What good is a blog if you can't complain every once in a while, right?

Our daughter, Brenna, is six and in kindergarten. We knew when she entered kindergarten that, academically, she was well past that level. Testing done last November placed her reading and math abilities several years above grade. We were not surprised by the results, as they validated what we'd suspected for quite a while.

We were, however, extremely disappointed with how her school reacted to the results. Naive kindergarten parent that I was, I expected them to begin providing her with a curriculum that matched her needs and abilities. Unfortunately, that's not exactly what happened.

At a meeting in January, the resource team indicated that the test results more than met the requirements for the school's gifted program. They labeled her and she started services almost immediately. For thirty minutes a week she spends time with the gifted teacher, doing activities like logic problems and analogies.

That's it. Thirty minutes a week. All the rest of the time she's learning her letters, sounding out words, and exploring the numbers 10-20. She is not part of a reading group because her reading level is so far above the top group. Instead, the teacher sends her reading assignments home.

In addition to the books sent home to read, Brenna gets spelling words. The books and words are the teacher's accommodations to Brenna's needs. On rare occasion she may also get a math worksheet. None of these are done at school. During the day, she participates in the regular kindergarten curriculum - considered the advanced kindergarten curriculum, but I've poured over the requirements and that distinction makes no difference in Brenna's case.

When Brenna arrives home from school, she has approximately 15 minutes of regular kindergarten homework, a chapter book to read, and spelling words with new activities for every night. Without exaggeration, we easily spend an hour to an hour and a half on homework every night. Every night. In Kindergarten. Meanwhile she spends six hours at school doing activities she mastered two years ago.

Lately things have intensified as the books have gotten longer (no longer Magic School Bus books, which she read in one night, but rather Beverly Cleary books that take a few nights) and the spelling list went from ten words to twenty. All work, review, discussion, and activities related to these assignments takes place at home. When the teacher remembers, she gives Brenna a spelling test on Friday. If she forgets, the test is taken on Monday - but the words are not sent home for us to review over the weekend.

Here are a few of the lists she's had in the past two months:










































there pitch mulch
string which porch
strong bench latch
steam belch bleach
thick munch rich
street march, crouch
stream sketch snatch
stale witch drench
thrill stitch grouch
thread ditch starch
stray itch watch
still crutch each
throb branch pouch
thank pinch match
stood lunch speech
strike fetch ranch
throat church coach
three catch hitch
strange search patch
thin hatch hunch

In some ways we brought this on ourselves by asking for more challenging work. It's challenging all right. Just not exactly in the way we had in mind. I am so over school. This is only kindergarten and I can hardly wait for it for to be over. I'm ready to start over fresh in the fall.

We've made some pretty drastic changes for first grade. In a lot of ways they will be inconvenient changes. We know that. But we hope the options available for her will outweigh the trouble. For example, she'll be in a homogeneous class, rather than one that spans such a wide range of abilities. Another huge benefit is a full time gifted teacher who only works at one school. (Brenna's current gifted teacher works at five different schools.) And perhaps most encouraging, is a principal who is open to options like grade skipping, subject compacting, and double grade enrollment. Even if those things are never necessary for Brenna, I'm grateful for administrators who recognize that some kids need them and are willing to do what's best for that one kid.

All has not been lost in this strange year of kindergarten. Brenna really enjoys the other kids. I always know when the teacher has moved their seats because I start hearing stories about different kids. She makes friends with whoever she's near. She also loves her art class. Her creativity with simple art supplies at home has been fun to watch. Several months ago she was making detailed play-dough sculptures. Last week she made a large paper quilt. Brenna didn't need to learn social skills or classroom behavior when she entered school, but she's learned a lot about interacting with other kids who did need to learn those things.

One more set of nine weeks left. We can make it! Spring is here and, with so much to be thankful for, we'll count our blessings where they lie and accept the challenges that make us better in the long run.

And I'll start praying for next year's teacher - now. : )

Saturday, December 29, 2012

2012

Two Thousand Twelve. Well that was quick. Some years seem to never end (can we say 2011?) but others are gone in a matter of blinks. I don't even remember much of this year. I honestly cannot tell you what happened prior to Benjamin's birth in April. I chalk it up to pregnancy brain, but it's a tad disturbing. Even in the months that have followed, I'm hard pressed to come up with much in the way of memories this year. I thought I might make a "Best Of" list or a "My Favorite Memories", but there really just aren't any. Oh we had lots of fun! And we've been busy. I just can't remember doing what.

Perhaps it's best to consider where we are at this moment and where I'm headed as we click the google calendar arrow to 2013. We are now a family of six. Our table is full and our family complete. I will not fight my way through newborn nights or nurse another wee one. For this I give thanks. Benjamin received a booster seat for Christmas that clips to a dining room chair and so he has joined us officially at the table for meals. Daniel scooted down one seat to make room and so we complete the circle. It is good.

The older kids are making their way through the grade school years. In this I am learning new things as a mom. The first is to foster independence, which means sometimes they fall. It means their work is their work, not mine they traced. It means I help but don't give answers, even though it's tempting. It means - most of the time - I don't bring forgotten items to the school. And it means I (try to?) model respect for their teacher, even when I don't agree with her. The second is to allow each child to be who they are. To foster their talents and give them opportunities when possible, but not to push. This means honest conversations about what they enjoy and the pace at which they can maintain a peaceful steadiness. Brenna, in particular, does not like a frantic, busy life. This I must remember. And third, I am learning (or rather need to learn, as this will be ongoing) not to compare what we are doing as parents with what others are doing. I did not have so many insecurities as a first time mom because quite honestly Brenna was so far ahead of the norm that I rarely felt the need to compare. Now, since we've moved into the school community and - let's be honest - everything is all over facebook, it's gotten harder to be confident. I try to set up my white picket fence and let our decisions be what's best for our family, but I still get that nagging worry that my kids are missing out because everyone else is doing such and such. There are kids who seem to literally do it all - mine wouldn't even like that, and yet it still causes me to wonder. So this too, is something I am learning and will continue to wrestle with in the new year. School is good.

It's been a whole year and two months and I am still in love with our church. In fact I so enjoy being there that occasionally I stay for both services. I got brave this year and taught our Sunday School class. It was a lot of work, but fun. I decided to volunteer again in the spring. The people of our church are so real and they have blessed our family in more ways this year than I could ever write. Sometimes it's with gifts. Sometimes it's with friendship. Sometimes it's with empathy and encouragement. Or time. They are honest and true to their beliefs, even when those beliefs conflict with someone else's. I've continued to be amazed at how amicably they can disagree! These people are pouring into my kids. And I do mean pouring - as in a steady, thick stream. It almost seems as if God has appointed each of my kids a handful of adults (and a teen or two) to specifically love on them. It's neat how different people just seem to connect with each kid. We feel blessed and church is good. 

There are two things in my life in particular that are all me. One is work and the other is bread. The true tension of work is that I love being there, but when I walk back in the house I see all the things I didn't do because I wasn't home. That probably won't change over the coming year. And that's ok. The kids do things with Daddy that Mommy never lets them do (play dough, paints, crack eggs, cook,...) so I guess it's ok if it takes me two days to catch back up. I am selling bread to about four families consistently now. I don't think I can handle much more unless I make bread for our family on a different day. There are just too many interruptions - lunch, bottles, bus stop, dinner, dishes, etc - to get more than 8 loaves in a day. Sometimes I can do 12 if I stretch it into the evening. But this whole bread thing has led us to so much information about our food in this country and we've been challenged to make changes. Most of the time we drink water now, rather than sweet tea. We switched to real butter, always. We are buying local eggs every other week. We've upped our fruits and veggies. We pop our own popcorn on the stove, and don't really care for microwave popcorn anymore. I think this will continue as we learn more and enjoy the changes we make. Work and bread are good.

Besides mom, my other big title is "Mrs." These lyrics from Dust On the Bottle come to mind, "Some say good love, well it's like a fine wine, It keeps getting better as the days go by...There might be a little dust on the bottle, It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time". Reflecting on nearly fourteen years, I'd have to agree. Leaning into God's design for marriage has made a huge impact in our relationship over the last few years - at least from my perspective. We are still learning, but the 'off days' are fewer and farther between. We are more unified now than ever before and that helps so much in setting boundaries around our family and in our decision making. We laugh. We love. And we enjoy life. Together. We just do whatever it takes. Sometimes that's a lot. Sometimes it's easier. Always it's good.

Stepping in to 2013 is exciting. We'll be partying and trying to keep Daniel awake. I am incredibly thankful for the relatively peaceful year that 2012 was in our home. (Perhaps because I can't remember the chaos?) I have just a few goals aside from what's above for 2013.

1. to finish Carrie's quilt - for pete sake I'm at three years already.
2. to find my way into a new normal, now that I have four kids
3. to finish my 1000 gifts list
4. to figure out which things are important and which need to be let go - and to be confident in those decisions, as there will be many of them.