Welcome to my journey in life: thoughts on God, homeschooling, and anything homemade. (I took this photo of my eldest in April, 2017.)

February 20, 2012

Pinewood Derby

Well, it was year two and we had so much fun last year we decided to pull out all the stops this year.  Quick review: last year we built the car in a week.  Well, we tried to and then ended up staying up till all hours when we realized we had done it wrong.  Mr. Happiness was involved in all of it and the car was an excellent first attempt.  It came in right in the middle of the pack.  We observed the other cars and decided the next year we would give ourselves more time.

So this year we started six weeks out.  We got our cars and one of the pack parents brought a band saw to meetings so we could cut.  This was very kind and generous of him so we were the first ones to cut because we were ready with our designs (which the kids all picked and helped with drawing on their cars.).  Now, obviously, an 8 year old cannot use a band saw.  Last year he used the coping saw.  This year he picked out a difficult design so we opted for the band saw to make it easier.

Once our cars were cut, we took them home and the kids sanded, I sanded, Dad sanded.  We all sanded.  They needed LOTS of sanding.  I explained that to get a nice paint finish they needed to be smooth as glass.  Lesson number one:  Use varying grades of sand paper on wood to achieve a paintable surface.

Then the cars were ready for weights.  We learned from our new Pinewood Derby book that tungsten weights are highly recommended and I remembered from last year that this part was hard.  So, having plenty of time with book in hand, we followed the directions for adding the weights.  Mr. Happiness drew the drill sights onto the car.  We used the drill press to drill the holes.  He learned how to help use it - he was not allowed to operate it alone.

We slipped the weights in and used putty to cover them.  More sanding.

Finally, (because we had to order more weights b/c the stores were out), the cars were ready for primer.  They were set aside while we prepared axles and wheels.  Again, tools were used in this process and the kids learned about safety and use with a drill press, sander, wet/dry sand paper blocks, etc.

They also learned that patience is required for this kind of work, and the results will not appear overnight.

Once the axles and wheels were ready they were set aside and we spray painted the cars.  This worked fine for the girls cars, but my boy's car got the last painting and the weather turned sour on us.  It rained, was foggy, and rained some more.  His paint kept peeling up and we had to re-sand to the base 4 times.  He was pretty frustrated as was I.  Finally, we got it to an acceptable condition by using a different kind of paint.  It still was not what we'd hoped for.

But we accept all as part of the process and move along.  My boy and I get his wheels on at the last minute and are ready to go.  We are all excited and proud of our work.

When we arrived at the derby we ran the cars down the track and they looked good, Big Girl's especially ran well.  We weighed, checked in, and waited for the races to start.  We visited with friends, laughed, chatted.  It was fun just to be there.  As the cars came in each had a special story behind it.

Finally the races began.  Our cars did well.  Better than most.  My boy's car won his first race.  Sweet.  Then they re-ran the race and he got second.  Then second again, and again.  He was clearly bummed.  I felt for him.  When you've spent six weeks on your car you have high hopes.  We promised to praise God if we won or lost, but for an 8 year old this is a challenge.  I was proud though - he pulled himself together in the shadow of Big Girl's clean sweep.

Comments were made about how some parents gave their child the box and said, "Go make your car."  When I heard this I thought to myself that that is unfair.  This is not an easy thing to build if you are 6, 7, 8 years old.  Several cars fell apart on the track and others didn't finish the race.

There is a fine line between "helping" the child and doing the work yourself.  The child must do as much as they can.  And in our house, we use every moment as a teachable moment.  My kids learned about power tools, the sanding process, and about potential energy and force and drag.  They can tell you why some cars won and others didn't.  They can tell you why some cars sped up on the flat part of the track while others slowed down.  Friction is a word we discussed.

This event is fun.  Even when parents make comments about how you must have just built all these cars yourself without letting the kids do much - it's fun because we just smile and know better.  This event offers much in the way of learning in science and physics.  Those things will not happen if you toss the box to your child and say, "Go put this together."  My heart went out to every child whose car broke on the track or couldn't get past the finish line.  Parents, I get that this is for the kids and that the focus is not all about winning, but is called a "race" for a reason.

"Set time aside to do it right, or don't do it at all." - My Mother.

What's that Scout motto again?  Oh yeah, "BE PREPARED!"

February 8, 2012

Rainy Days and Run Days

I'm thankful for the rain...I AM.  I am.  No, really...I am.  But the kids are stir crazy and I'm about zapped of any strength I may have thought I had.  Our backyard?  Well, can you say M-U-D?  Oh, for a mud room or an outdoor patio. 

The past week or so has been trips to the doctor and chaos unleashed as we try to get everything in.  Then it hits me.  This is all so silly.

We watched a film called Clare and Frances about the two Saints.  It hit me that we in America live lives so completely ridiculous that others must laugh at us from afar.  Well, they'd laugh if they had a lens to watch through.  I guess they do - the TV.  Anyway, how futile are our attempts to consume time through pursuits of the mundane. 

I'm not saying there aren't valuable things to do with our time.  But we are overachievers to the point of the ridiculous and cannot see the value of silence, quiet and home.  My kids do too much and I see them not excelling.  This bothers me.  We need to step back and consider - what is really beneficial to them?  Will they be blessed more by doing these activities or by staying in and praying the rosary as a family or playing a game together?  Silly question.

I see them someday playing the cello or violin in church, or maybe dancing a solo part in the Nutcracker.  But at what cost to their soul? Should earning a patch in a scout troop supercede learning to listen and talk and enjoy one another?  Hmmm.

Of course these questions are rhetorical and we all know the answers.  The question is, do we (do I) have the courage to weed them out?

Here's my challenge to myself and those of you who read me.  Look at everything you do and decide what can go and DO it...cut the strings and let it fly.  Listen to the rain from your living room filled with the laughter and love of your family.  See how often you can look at the calendar and sigh a sigh of contentment because...there's nothing on it!

January 24, 2012

The Nutcracker

So Kitten and Mr. Happiness were in the Nutcracker this past December.  Can you say amazing amounts of time spent volunteering (making and fixing costumes), going to rehearsals, and stressing over it all?  However, in the end it was wonderful!  God is so good.  Backstage I met a wonderful lady who I hope will mentor me in my faith.  She is an amazing Catholic lady and I know God brought her to me in that moment.  He is so good to us.

Here are some pics of my lovelies:

Kitten on left.  She WANTED to be the boy.
How handsome is he?
 It was a busy season, but worth it all!






January 23, 2012

American Heritage Girls

We joined a local AHG troop this past Fall and can I say what a great organization!  The girls now have badges to earn like their Cub Scout brother, and they really seem to enjoy it.

One of our first activities was to participate in a fundraiser for Wreaths Across America.  I took my eldest out for two days and she asked everyone in our neighborhood to buy a wreath.  I think only 3 people actually said "no."  She ended up winning top sales for the whole troop!  Way to go kiddo!

She was very happy to receive her prize - an AHG headband to match her uniform.

Ahhh...2012.

So, after a very difficult December I am relishing in the life that is January.

School is going well after a refresh on the course schedules and a resolution to keep up no matter what!  I'm seeing good progress which is always a plus.

We are embarking on an adventure this Friday as my eldest goes for an Autism screening.  I am amazingly calm and peaceful about this.  I know answers are the biggest blessing I can receive at this point and I'm confident that I will get some answers, if not many.

I am contemplating the schedule and thinking of downsizing again.  We love being home.  This is a new feeling.  Our house is great.  Our yard is great.  Home is great and everyone enjoys spending time here.  Anything that takes us out is worth questioning.

Yet I also love hearing the music (when they actually practice).  Our Christmas concert here at home was lovely and I think we'll make it an annual event.  Here's a few shots:




It's hard to see in that last picture, but Mr. Happiness is playing the cello.  What fun we had baking yummy treats all day and playing for our friends and teachers!

I actually had that room painted so it looked nice and pretty.  The living room is next...

It's nice to be blogging again and to the few folks who actually read my blog, thanks for your patience.

September 25, 2011

A "Boo Radley" Moment...

If you love the movie "Benny and June"  you'll get what I'm talking about.  If not, hang on, I'll explain.

So I've been promising the kids a puppy.  We've been in the new house for a few months and things are sort of settling (in a sort of unsettled way) into a routine.  So I start calling around trying to find Basset Hounds.  Yes, we were inspired by Ree Drummond's blog and we bought the book about him while in Oklahoma.  Turns out a Google search on Bassets comes up as a furniture store more often than a kennel.  But I digress.  I finally found a kennel in Houston that sounded legit and responsible.

Off we went to the Heights in search of our puppy.  She had two litters but we only had eyes for one...

That face was irresistable.


So home we came, the pup howling all the way until finally I put him on my shoulder as I drove home.  He settled down and was quiet.  Oops.  I was hoping he would bond with one of the kids!

It seemed clear I was his soul mate - in Mama terms anyhow.

Naming the dog was fairly simple.  I told the kids I couldn't believe I was doing this and it was a "Boo Radley" kind of moment in our lives.  The albino and misunderstood Boo Radley is a character in "To Kill a Mockingbird" who ends up a hero for saving the lives of Atticus Finch's kids one night as they walk home from a school production.  A great read, by the way.  In the movie "Benny and June," June, who is eccentric and reclusive after a car accident kills her parents, calls any awkward or unplanned moment a "Boo Radley moment." Hence, our name for the dog could only be Boo Radley.  The long version for the AKC papers reads, "Mama had a Boo Radley Moment."

So Boo is now part and parcel of our family and is peeing and pooping everywhere when he is not sleeping or eating or playing.  Those pet pee pads - they don't work if you want to know but they make great chew toys.

Ah Boo, we love you!


Feelings, nothing more than...

Most of you are too young to remember that song spilling out of the car radio on a warm summer evening.  The song begins as mellow and pure as young hearts in love and then escalates to Albert's tenor wailing over "Feelings, whoa, whoa my life of feelings...".   Open a new tab and click below to listen while you read...

Here's the you tube link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyBcHUe4WeQ

It sorta made those of us in the throes of youth feel like we were justified in all of our angst and pain over whatever melodramatic chaos happened to ensnare us at that moment.  So my question is, what about now?  I am an adult of almost half a decade and yep, sometimes I just want to wail and sing it out.  I might change the lyrics a little to suit my gloomy mood and make me feel just a little more sympathy for my circumstance.  Of course, I'm the only one who is going to sympathize because in actuality my life is beautiful and God has been very good to me.  But I know even He has a sense of humor and won't mind if I take one verse on the grounds of overworked mother; stressed out on homeschool and housework and Basset Hound puppy training, and sing it loud and long until I giggle myself back to reality.

Be sure to include nasal congestion and sore muscles when you indulge, it really makes for an unmatched performance!

Have a great day!