Sunday, May 27, 2012

Missing Dad

This is the first Memorial Day without Dad.  Another "first."  This evening we met at the cemetery but I started crying about the time we got in the car.  The whole family was there, Mom, all five children and spouses, and all the grandchildren.  It was good to be together, but so sad.  I don't want him to be gone, but he is.  I know he is happy and busy and well, but I wish he was happy and busy and well with us.  Christopher and Tysen brought balloons and we each wrote a message to Dad and then let them go simultaneously.  It was a sweet sight to see all the little people holding their balloons and watching them float up to Heaven.

Today was the first time we'd seen Dad's headstone.  It was finished and placed about a month ago, but we haven't been up to see it.  Somehow seeing his name carved in stone with his birth and death date makes it seem so permanent.  Grandma and Grandpa Hare and my cousin, Jeff Dalzen, are buried by Dad, and as I stood at the cemetery thinking of these people I love and that are gone, I was so grateful, again, for the strength of my testimony of the resurrection.  I know I will see them again.

On a lighter note, there was an excavator and a pickup truck just off the hill below Dad's grave and the kids had a great time playing on it.  They all really like each other and love to be together, and they ran around and around.  If Dad was allowed to be with us this evening, I'm sure he was so happy to see them happy together.  It makes me sad that my kids won't really know him.  This paragraph certainly didn't end on a light note.

We all gathered at Mom's house afterwards for dinner, in her words, "to drown our sorrows in food."  It was delicious.  The children always have a hard time eating when we are with cousins--everything is far more interesting than sitting to eat.


I am standing in a weird way, with arms akimbo.  
I'm trying unsuccessfully not to cry.

The view from the cemetery.  
Dad's headstone is at my feet.  

What boy can resist an excavator?
Not mine.

Or Eugene's.

Or Christopher's.



 


I wish my eyes were open.
I was trying not to cry.

  

  




Dad is on the left, Grandma and Grandpa Hare in the middle, Jeff on the right.
This is a beautiful, peaceful spot of ground.

I thought I had taken a great picture of Donovan crawling in the grass.
He was looking right at me with a cute smile on his face.
Turned out my batteries died.
Dang it.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Eclipse

Like many others, I sort of watched the eclipse last Sunday.  I made a pinpoint viewer with a shoe box and a bit of aluminum foil.  I could see the eclipse with it, but it was about pinpoint size.  My mom's next door neighbor has a welding mask, so Mikayla and I went over to look.  I thought it was pretty cool.

My shoe box and a tiny eclipse.
I watched how to make this on youtube.
Then I whipped it all together so I could watch without damaging my eyes.

This is me, watching the eclipse, wearing the apron I had on while I made dinner.

This is a picture of the waning eclipse.
Not much, I know.

Cousins

We celebrated Luke's birthday back in April.  
Here are pictures from that day that I haven't yet posted.  
They were too cute to pass up.

Makenna, Blythe, and Ava

Crew, Luke, Brandt, and Griffin

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Fashion Sense

Blythe has such a style flair.  Here are some fantastic ensembles she has put together herself over the past couple of weeks.

Ah! Check out those accessories!

This outfit got better and better with each additional layer,
right down to the galoshes.

I know I have already featured this ensemble, 
but I had to include it again, mostly for a further example of this funny pose Blythe has been striking.
Whenever I want to take her picture these days, she'll cross her arms and legs.
She must think this particular limb arrangement shows off her assets.
I worry she's going to fall over.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

The Last Day of Kindergarten

Brandt's last day of kindergarten was on Friday.  I can't believe this school year is over.  How is it even possible?  Our boy will be in first grade!  Brandt had a wonderful year.  He is sitting next to me on the couch and he is going to tell us what he most liked about school.

"Recess.  I get to play outside."

That is all I was able to get out of Brandt.  But, he made good friends: Matthew, Hyrum, and Britton.  We also had Brighton come to play, and Davin, who lives across the street.  He learned how to better share and take turns, and work in a group with his classmates.  He also learned how to keep his hands to himself as he sat on the rug next to his classmates.

Academically, most excitedly for me and Kent, Brandt learned how to read!  It is wonderful for us to sit next to him and have him read to us.  In order to keep up the good progress he made during school, I went through all of our books and found a whole shelf-full that Brandt can read.  He will read a story to us each night as part of our story time.  Brandt also learned how to do math, addition and subtraction, he learned how to sort, how to make complicated patters, and how to write better.  It was a year of development and growth.

Mrs. Bigelow, Brandt's teacher, and Mrs. Moffat, the class aid, were so good to Brandt.  They were encouraging, loving, and kind, as well as patient, although Brandt very well well-behaved almost all of the time so it was easy to be patient with him.  Brandt loved this first year of school, and I give credit to Mrs. Bigelow for making it such a positive experience.

On the last day of school, there was a fun field day.  There were ten stations where the kids got to play a game.  There was a ring toss, an obstacle course, hoola hoops, bowling, bean bag toss, a parachute.  I did bowling.  Brandt came to my station last but didn't really get to do anything because a storm was blowing in and the wind was getting fierce, so we ended just a bit early.  I let him bowl once (he is my kid, after all), and then we went inside for graduation.

For kindergarten graduation, Brandt participated in a short but cute program.  The children did a square dance with a few steps.  Here were the "calls" in the dance: "right hands through" and then they took right hands and turned, "left hands through" with left hands and a turn, "both hands through" with a turn, "do si do" where they crossed their arms and circled each other, and then "head couple sashay down."  Brandt danced with Britton because the boy-girl ratio was not equal.  He told us Britton had to be the girl, but during the performance, Brandt was actually in the girl's line.  We didn't point that out, and although he is still sitting next to me, I'm not going to mention it today.

After the dance, each kindergartener took a turn saying, "Before I came to kindergarten, I didn't know (fill in the blank), but now I can."  Brandt's statement was, "Before I came to kindergarten, I didn't know how to do centers, but now I can."  During centers, the children played little games, practiced writing and reading and math, cut, colored, and pasted.  Brandt was very good at working hard and staying on task during centers.  I know that because it was during centers that I was in his classroom as a volunteer.

The children then shared a cute poem and song.
When I was one, I had just begun.
When I was two, I was nearly new.
When I was three, I was hardly me.
When I was four, I was not much more.
When I was five, I was just alive.
But now I am six, I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six now forever and ever! 
And the song.

Oh, everything I learned I learned in kindergarten, in kindergarten, in kindergarten.  Everything I learned, I learned in kindergarten to last my whole life through.  Some art, a little music, the numbers, and the letters A to Z.  Make good choices, do your best work, discover your own world, share a smile and be the best that you can be.  Oh, everything I learned I learned in kindergarten, in kindergarten, in kindergarten.  Everything I learned, I learned in kindergarten to last my whole life through.
That was it.  A great graduation and end to school.  Brandt got a super cute yearbook with pictures of all the children in his class and from activities they did throughout the year.  Then they had a Popsicle and we came home.  Brandt will have his end of year test on Monday, and we will be free for the summer.

I said to Brandt as we were one our way to school, "How does it feel to be walking to school on the last day of school?"

He looked at me like I was dumb (am I going to get that look a lot?) and said, "Mom, it's not the last day of school.  I'm going to be in first grade."

A good point.  Although Brandt has finished kindergarten, he does still have a few more years of schooling remaining.  Fortunately, this year was so great, he is eager to continue.  Last night he said, "Do I go to first grade next week?"  We are delighted with our boy and pleased he has done so well.

It was cold. 
When we woke up, it looked lovely, but it got really windy.


Brandt is out of focus, and this was the only bowl for his whole group.

"Head couple sashay down."
Although Brandt said Britton was the girl, he ended up on the girl's side.
He was totally into the dancing, doing extra little gig steps in between moves.

Oakley, sitting next to Brandt, is mugging for the camera.

Waiting for something to happen.

Saying his part.


Singing the "Everything I learned I learned in kindergarten" song.
Brandt has been singing it all week.

 
Oddly, Brandt wore the same shirt on the first and last day of school.
He looks far more relaxed and confident on the last day than he did on the first.


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

A Play

Saturday afternoon, Kent and I took the children to see a wonderful play for young audiences.  It was called Fancy Nancy and Other Stories.  It was a retelling of six or seven popular children's stories, with music and dancing and fun costumes.  It was a riveting hour and fifteen minutes and the kids loved it.  There was Duck for President, Leonardo the Terrible Monster, Baby Mouse, Fancy Nancy, Pirates Don't Change Diapers, and I Have to Go.  Blythe's favorite was Fancy Nancy, of course, and Brandt's favorite was Pirates Don't Change Diapers.  I hoped that Brandt was moved by I Have to Go about a boy who does not like to go to the bathroom, claims he doesn't have to go and will never, never, never, never, never pee again.  To which all the adults reply, "Well then."  I was impressed by how clearly the performers sang; I understood every word and think the children did too.

In the theater, excitedly awaiting the beginning of the show.

And after the play, as is tradition, we went for an ice cream.

Goldilocks Bike Ride

On Saturday I participated in a fun, all women, non-competitive bike ride, Goldilocks.  I biked with my neighbor Eva Fisher and our former neighbor Jen Hansen.  The weather was perfect, the ride well organized, and my body felt good as I biked.  I even got cute jewelry.  Eva and I will be biking in Little Red Riding Hood at the beginning of June, and this was sort of a warm-up, training ride.

Eva, Jen, Me

This is our silly picture.



Such a fun ride.
Sign me up for next year!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

End of Year Activities

While looking at pictures, I realized that there are three activities we have done at school that I wanted to blog about.  I suppose I should say, "three activities Brandt has done at school," but as I was there, I guess I'll stick with "we."

The kindergarten had a field trip to the BYU dinosaur museum, and I went along as a chaperone.  I was responsible for Brandt and four other boys.  They were keen to lead out, so we led the class as we walked.  At the museum, as we walked around and read the information plaques, we were to come up with three interesting facts that our group could share with the class.  We were to try and find three interesting facts other groups didn't find, so we were to be sort of secret.  A paleontologist spoke to us initially, then we got to wander around.  

One of our three interesting facts was about coprolites.  Coprolites are fossilized poop.  My five boys thought fossilized poop was super funny and insisted that be one of their interesting facts.  None of the other groups had anything to say about poop.

The two kindergarten classes.
Brandt is in the background, sitting next to the rope in the white t-shirt.  

Dr. Steele, the paleontologist.
These were all the pictures I got.
I found myself frantically trying to keep the five boys together-ish.

The second activity was the Un-birthday party for all the children in kindergarten whose birthdays fall during the summer months.  I sort of feel like they got short changed a bit, but I am going to let it go.  When I asked Brandt what he wanted me to bring as his treat, he said, "Gum."  So I bought 25 packages of gum.  Brandt and Blythe both ate all their gum in the same afternoon.  Brandt got a birthday crown which he wore around most of the afternoon, and which I am going to save in a cupboard until his actual birthday.  I hope I remember where I put it.

The Un-birthday-ers.
Mrs. Bigelow, Brandt, Joseph, Britton, Natalie, Sophie, Calvin, Morgan


Handing out gum.
Blythe is having a pout because she wants gum but has to wait until all the classmates have received theirs.
She is dying to be in school too.

Our third end of school year activity is perhaps our favorite school activity of the whole year--the Rock Canyon Extravaganza.  This is the PTA fund raiser for the year.  There are activities, games, food, and more fun than we could stand.  It was fantastic and we have been anxiously waiting for weeks.  

I volunteered to work one of the games for an hour, and Brandt was super excited to help.  In many situations, Brandt is very shy and does not want to be the center of attention.  In others, however, Brandt opens up and performs.  The Extravaganza was an example of the latter.  I was assigned to work the coin toss game, and Brandt wanted to help.  Blythe came and stood with us too, although she didn't really want to be there.  She wanted to be elsewhere less.  Brandt stood at the edge of our game and called out to people, "Hey! Come play our game! Toss the coin!  Only one ticket!"  He was very responsible in crossing off players' tickets, and was incredibly confident as he interacted with other kids.  His buddy reader came to our booth and Brandt said, "Hey dude! Look Mom.  It's my buddy reader."  We were there about 40 minutes before we were relieved, and Brandt was totally into it the whole time.

Our Carnie Hawker

Blythe had her face painted, we rode the train and did the bounce house, and then had a spot of dinner.  I purchased a bin filled with art supplies, and we shot off rockets.  We visited with neighbors, ate too much junk, and generally had a good time. 

Normally Kent is with us.  This year, however, one of his cousin's daughter got married, so he went with Lee  to Erda.  In the afternoon, Blythe asked when Kent would be home, and I had to report that it would be late, after she was in bed.  She asked where he was going, then where we were going, and when I told her we were going to the Extravaganza, she said, "We are going to have way more fun than he is."  That is certainly true.  We did have lots of fun.

Blythe having her face painted.



I tried to get a picture of the three of us on the train.
Above, my head is cut off.
Below, the children's heads are cut off. 

This is a large climbing slide.  
Both children climbed, but only Brandt slid down.  Blythe got to the top of the slide and would not come down.  She sat up there crying and wanting to go back the other way, holding up others climbing up.  I put Brandt back into the slide to climb up and help her down, but she wouldn't go down with him.  She sat up there shrieking.  Two girls in our ward came along and I encouraged her to go with them, but she wouldn't do that either.  Finally, a bigger boy appeared and I asked him to just pull her down.  He was big enough to haul her down, and upon getting to the bottom, she was fine.  I guess it looked scarier than it actually was.

Rocket launching. 

Rocket chasing. 

 
On the train again.
We rode twice.