PIper Turns 12!

I’ve been thinking of Piper as 12 for the last half year, as that’s the age I much put on our all travel documents, as we will be traveling with a 13, 12, and 10 year old.  Piper was more reluctant to not be 11, as she’s enjoyed this preteen year.

Archetypical Piper…. 
….gnaws on Papa’s shoulder daily, as a sign of affection,

…teaches herself to latch hook on a random evening before bed,

 … creates knitted outfits for Sam,

…loves her BFF to extremes,

… “loves” her siblings to other extremes,

… and finally, is mostly feline.
For her Valentine’s birthday, the Friday before a week-long break, could have been an ideal party evening, but with her BFF already vacationing across the border, Piper decided against a friend party and voted for Daddy to make crème brulee, after a crab-with-butter-and-I-mean-butter dinner.  She made the chocolate dipped strawberries, which she liked so much that she incorporated it into her outfit.

  

Wes was so excited by it all that he figured out a new way to do push ups.  (Piper had just shared how terribly she did on the PE fitness assessment.)

Kyla. Chocolate. Strawberries.  Her happiness is always contagious, and it takes little to make her happy.  
This is not the time to detail the extreme sullenness and spitefulness episodes of our middle child, or other standout personality traits. My go-to with any of my children is simply to say, “Well, I’m excited/happy enough for both of us.”  I have lots of Piper story-snapshots that will give her glimpses into her younger self.  This year I will remember as when she spent several weeks failing the School Success class every 6th grader has to take this year.  “F*CK you, External System” is not part of her spoken vocabulary yet, but it is certainly is part of her body language.  I’ve always believed that, if I could survive her childhood, she will be the most remarkable adult, and nothing this year changed my mind.  Watch out world, Piper is growing up!  

Books Read in 2020, so far

Almost Everything: Notes on Hope, by Annie Lamott. I need to buy my own copy so I can underline and note take to my heart’s content.  St. Anne, indeed.

Drama, YA graphic novel by Raina Telgemeier.  Meh. Not written for me.

The Mighty Odds, by Amy Ignatow, from Sasquatch list.  So disappointing.  Maybe the age group (tweens) it was written for will find it funny and clever, but I did not.

Shouting at the Rain, by Lynda Mullaly Hunt (who wrote Fish in a Tree).  Also a Sasquatch, and now I will permanently add Hunt to my Must Read Author list.

Olive Kitteridge, by Elizabeth Strout (there’s a sequel and a 2014 miniseries…what?!?!)

Look Both Ways: A tale told in ten blocks, by Jason Reynolds, YA
Jason Reynolds gets a lot of well deserved credit for being a voice of urban teens.  Urban is often code for “black”, and yes, Reynolds and many of his characters are black, but the books 
Jason Reynolds and Jacquiline Woodson are masters of lyrical prose. 

Golden Tresses of the Dead, by Alan Bradley, YA-ish chemistry/mystery. 
Flavia DeLuce gets another book out every year or so. The schtick is getting a little old, but it’s been revived a bit as Dogger’s character comes out more.  I do appreciate that for a book about small English village tropes, there are very few stereotypical elements to Bradley’s acclaimed series.

My Fake Rake, Eva Leigh, NPR had a review of this https://www.npr.org/2019/11/30/783294614/my-fake-rake-turns-the-makeover-trope-on-its-well-coiffed-head.  Could have been frolicky, but I don’t have the stomach for romance-stories-for-the-sake-of-romance anymore.  (Though, if you are going to write a thousand page book, I’m am going to need a love story or two woven in.)

Beside Herself, by Elizabeth LaBan.  Meh.  Got this title from something, but the story falls short.  To get over an unfaithful spouse, a wife decides to have her own affair as they stay together.  

Forever or a Long, Long, Time, by Caela Carter.  Wow, a Sasquatch book that I read aloud to the 5 of us over a series of weekend car rides together.  We were all really engaged in this story of siblings who had been recently adopted out of the foster system.  So much depth in this book, and I am really impressed by the author’s ability to get deep into the heart of family and particularly this heroine. 

So You Want to Talk About Race, by Ijeoma Oulo.  One of the top books for white people to get a real conversation about hot topics and long, long standing racial injustices and perspectives.  Worth it.

The Many Reflections of Miss Jane Deming, by J. Anderson 
From this year’s Sasquatch list, this is the story of a Piper-aged girl who makes her way over to baby Seattle with the Mercer girls.  The geography might be a little inaccurate, or I am misinterpreting information, but as a read-aloud, it was an entrancing story.  No Pollyanna, but with a pioneering spirit, we Pacific Northwesters all learned more about our history.  

One for the Murphies, by Lynda Mullaly Hunt. I how this YA author tackles problems–a 6th grade with dyslexia, and preteens tackling what it means to be family, especially when you have been abandoned by your mother. This one is close to my heart, as a girl is entering foster care after a brutal betrayal by her mother and stepfather.  

Red at the Bone, by Jacqueline Woodson.  Woodson is a master of lyrical writing–her novels read like free verse and powerfully compacts a story of every member of a family in a generational transition.  

Mrs. Everything, by Jennifer Weiner. “I think this book changed my life,” said BFF Susanne, and she might be right.  Her story telling talent has been contained in novels that were maybe a decade in duration–and could rightly be considered chick lit.  This, though, this is Every Women’s life, told over an entire lifetime with the generations before and after.  I’m still buzzed over this book, several days later.  


Ordinary Grace, by William Kent Krueger.
I had just read the forward to an Ivan Doig novel, and then pressed play on this William Kent Krueger story.  Dreamlike, Krueger’s 1961 Minnesota intertwined with Doig’s historical Montana and I was lulled into teen Frank’s brain and life.  The trestle outside their tiny town where Frank’s father is a minister is a more than an allegory of the trains and river that continually flows through their lives, both taking an extraordinary number of lives during this stranger summer.  I can’t quite dissect why I couldn’t put this story down, but as soon as I finished it, I bought another one of his novels.



Wesley Discovers Hot Pockets….and Marketing

I don’t dwell on it in my daily thoughts, but Wes spends A LOT of time thinking about Minecraft, and does the equivalent of fanfiction for 10 year old boys and their passions.  In this case, it’s finding youtube videos about Minecraft, song parodies about Minecraft, and “adults” that youtube about Minecraft as a way to taunt the parents of little boys who say “but you can’t grow up to be a Minecraft video star!”.  Anyway, his two youtube-Minecraft heroes just made a big deal about how much they love pepperoni pizza hot pockets.  He had to have one so badly that he was willing to spend his own money at the grocery store.
It was everything the marketing had told his brain it would be.  Sigh.

Feb. 2: Better than Groundhog Day, and WAY BETTER than the Super Bowl

From CNN’s Emma Reynolds,

Palindrome day: Today is 02/02/2020 — the first palindrome day in 909 years
Today is a very special occasion — the date is a palindrome, meaning it is the same when read forwards and backwards.

It is February 2, 2020, or 02/02/2020, in both the MM/DD/YYYY format and the DD/MM/YYYY format. At just after 2 a.m., it was 02:02:20 on 02/02/2020.

This is the only time such a date will occur this century.

The previous palindrome date came 909 years ago on 11/11/1111. The next will come in 101 years on 12/12/2121 and after that there will not be another until 03/03/3030. Solihull School Maths Department wrote on Twitter: “Today is a Palindrome Day in all date formats (UK, USA, ISO). It’s also a palindrome day of the year (33) and there are a palindrome number of days left in the year (333). Quite a unique day!”

A Practically Perfect Saturday

There are few Saturdays that we don’t have plans, either dinner or going away for the weekend, or anything that requires getting dressed.  After a long morning snooze, eating a Piper omelet is a great start to a day to a day of organizing taxes.

Kyla just Kyla-ed all day, which cumulated in a becoming an elegant queen by the day’s end.

Wesley, doing vertical push ups earlier in the week at martial arts, enjoyed a day of Lego-ing, building his new 3-in-1 kit.

Piper taught herself to latch hook this morning, and has happily spent the day doing that while listening to the Wings of Fire series, again.

I had a sign up that said “Shhhh…. I’m working on taxes” that everyone characteristically ignored.  And Dwayne spent the day in the office working on, then breaking, then fixing our finances.  Phew!

Excepting the taxes, which are still incomplete, it was a really, really good Saturday.  

Leavenworthy: Winter Edition

What did Wes really want for his birthday?  Traditionally, we go to Leavenworth for two nights, to play in the snow, enjoy the Christmas lights (they don’t take theirs down until February, either), and maybe eat enough gingerbread cookies to last us until our next visit.  This year, he had a twist: he wanted to bring along his best friend, A. That actually sounded good to us, as we like our island friends very much.  Once we found a house for the 13 of us on a 3 day weekend (thanks end-of-semester teacher work day!), we booked it and started counting down to one of my favorite weekends of the year. 
It was us and the two Whidbey families we spend so much time with, all under one roof with plenty of food, VR, chess, and snow.  I had a book and good friends, and my children were all well entertained, a recipe for a great weekend.

Once we were settled in, we took off looking for a good sledding hill.   
V is hardly terrified at all!

Wesley sees this and thinks, “What shall I aim for in an entire field of snow?  Oh, yes, definitely the thin ice.”

“Nailed it!”

Daddy.

Daddy, Daddy?

Daddy!!

A doesn’t need no stinkin’ sled.

I still haven’t ever seen this girl afraid.  She had a pretty cool move where she was able to slide right between her dad’s legs…with a surprising deficit of damage. 

Fearless and beautiful!

It’s hard to beat Kyla when it comes to sheer joy–even landing 20 feet from her sled.

Yep, the lovely, lovely house had a hot tub.

The next day’s adventure was began with an “escape room in the box” that was so much fun…even when we discovered Clue 4 & 5 were missing.  That afternoon, we were ready to work our bodies instead of our minds.  This was the first time cross country skiing for the 5 kids (the youngest one stayed back with his parents) and the rest of us had only gone a few times before.  

 I could do this sport all winter–it is so fun to trek through the snow!  We started late and pushed the kids about 6 or 7 of the 8km of the trail, leaving them at a trailhead to pick up, as it was getting dark.  

 

 The sheer pleasure of the fun exercise coupled with the beautiful scenery by the hatchery was one of the weekend’s highlights for me.   

 

 We didn’t want to leave the next day.

 So we didn’t.  Well, not until we went out for brats, played in the snow some more, completely fell apart (Piper), and recovered with one last stop at the Gingerbread Factory. 

 

Yep, once again proving that Leavenworth can get even better with friends!


Happy Birthday Wes! And Piper! and Taryn!

Happy Birthday, Wes!  My youngest is now double digits, and here’s hoping his brain is catching up.  I strongly remember being ten and becoming very aware of my own thinking; so much so that I told myself I may not believe myself when I was older, so I made a deliberate memory that I still keep of how important this age is.  

To celebrate as a family, we prioritized efficiency. Of the 7 “Kousins”, 4 have August birthdays* and the other 3 are January/February.  We hosted the Winter birthdays with brunch and birthday cake.  This year, one of the kids suggested crepes, and I found them surprisingly easy to do. We had both savory and sweet, and the kids quickly gobbled up the quart of whipping cream we had. #NotMyMetabolismAnymore
Food only goes so far. The real party is when most of the grown ups left, leaving the cousins to play for approximately 12 hours, and that’s only because the two littles have real bedtimes, and so went back to Gramma’s.  The girls snuggled up with a movie and the boys loved Legos and Minecraft. 



Dwayne and I got the pleasure of hanging out with Brian and Sandi for the day– so easy to chat with and just be together

Piper gave Wes the Minecraft creeper stuffed animal she knitted for him. 


Wes and Parker have identical Spiderman guys and hoody jammies–for boys so different (as in Parker has not made his mother seriously reconsider her life choices), they make the most of what they have in common.  Cecily is quite happy to not be them, but can move easily between the boys and the girls.  

Happy Birthday, Winters!  We’ll do this again next year. 

*counting Sept. 1 as August 32st, of course

Last Day of Being 9 Years Old

Which means that I have no more kids in the single-digits after today, but I really, really, REALLY like kids old enough to do fun things with…or better yet, leave them at home while doing fun things, so I’m not feeling particularly morose at this milestone.  That would be mining a shallow field. 

This kid has a few issues, but boy, can he balance on anything!  The balance ball is so beloved that he has a name: Frederick.  Frederick will carry Wes anywhere and helps him get through daily math lessons.  

 

Bye-bye age 9!  I think you will love being 10 almost as much as I did! (I still remember it being my favorite age.)

Snow Beautiful!

Schools were closed Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, but luckily, when your mom is your teacher, you don’t ever have to have a Snow Day!  (But I gave myself one on Monday.)


I pulled a Dwayne on this one and got them to go back outside 3 times, saying I wasn’t able to get a good shot.  Hopefully, it will be a few years before they read this post.  Kyla’s only to the early school years on her tour through our blog, so I’ve got time.
 

And this is why my, ahem, winter lights stay up so long. Yes, I don’t want the work of taking them down, but my excuse is because if there’s a chance of snow, my snowflake lights should still be on the pergola.  

And the birds.  We have both a hummingbird feeder and a regular bird feeder outside the kitchen window, and I enjoy seeing the winged traffic outside.  

Power stayed on and the kids were back on track by Thursday, and we won’t be around to make up any days this June, so let it snow!