So this one time I had a blog and several people read it. I posted to the blogged regularly, often times sitting down in the quiet of the afternoon with a cup of coffee and managed to snag thirty minutes or so to write.
Then my kids started to get a bit bigger.
And our schedule started to become a bit fuller.
But, dear readers, I miss this blog. I miss writing. I miss reading the comments. I am attempting to find the time where I can write and blog and share the little tidbits of casa de phillips with whomever cares to read them. Please do not jump ship because posts happen once every three weeks or so.
Let’s play some catch up, shall we?
In Christmas news, my children purchased exercise equipment for me. Some moms might be utterly horrified by such a gift and the implications it could make. Not me. My children are great gift givers (following in their father’s footsteps) and manage to really think about the things that someone else would want as a present. This year for Christmas they gifted me with pajamas, lotion, books and a kettlebell. They must really think their mama is strong because that kettlebell is 10 pounds. Ten pounds doesn’t sound like much until one is on the 30th rep of some crazy exercise.
During our traveling for Christmas, we were hit with an actual blizzard. I do not remember watching much of “Little House on the Praire” as a child, yet I do have one of their Christmas episodes planted firmly in my memory of when the blizzard hit Walnut Grove. Pa had to climb out of the loft window and snow-shoe across to the barn to retrive the Christmas presents. Although we did not have nearly the amount of drama as Laura and Mary did that Christmas, we did have a good 8-10 inches of snow to enjoy the day after Christmas. We were thankful for my parents’ neighbors who lent our kiddos some extra snow clothes so they can romp around for hours outside. The boy only needed a bit of convincing to wear Mary Jane style rain boots (pink and on-loan from the neighbor) before he was out attacking his sister with snowballs.
Life returned to a regular pace in January. Christmas decor was taken down, boxed up and relocated to the garage. Eventually it will be returned to its home in the attic…once the weather is not quite so cold and the husband and I are not quite so lazy. We dug our heels in and started filling in our calendar quickly as the new year dawned. The girl is still dancing, adding an extra 1.5 hours to her dance schedule. She has been asked to join the mini company at her dance studio, which means participating in competitions. I thought about this a lot, contemplating what it would mean for our family and for her. Fortunately she dances under a wonderful instructor who keeps everything sweet and age-appropriate. Her fellow company members are quickly becoming dear friends.
And our “competition” schedule will likely only include one competition this year and will just be a few miles down the road.
It all sounds a bit more than it actually is, which is nice.
The girl has choregraphed her own dance routine (“The Flower Dance”) and performed it many times for family and friends over the holidays. It involves a death scene, which is pretty hilarious. She is currently trying to recruit neighborhood girls to join in this dance and wanting to hold practices at the neighborhood park.
The boy just started basketball season. We are so blessed that he has two really good friends on his team, both from our Classical Conversations group. Although practice (and dance) falls on the night of our CC day, he works hard and tries his best to learn the ins and outs of basketball. Being on the same team as good friends, means I get to spend the hour chatting with their mothers (my good friends). It is a nice way to end what is a very long day for us.
The boy has also gotten into the habit of writing notes for me and leaving them around the house, sometimes asking me something and other times just to tell me something. I love all of these and usually just let them remain where he posted them. He always closes the letter with an “I love you” and a big smiley face. Sweetness.
As always, it seems as if our school routine is evolving and changing. I am taking on a more “one room schoolhouse” approach for our first hour of the day as we work through all of our memory work and basic skills together. During these times, it is nice to have children so close in age and skill level. Embracing the “one room schoolhouse” theroy, I teach to the oldest child and know that the younger child will gather what she can. We do a lot of writing, chanting, singing and the occasional march around the house during this time as we work on anything we are memorizing at the moment (which is usually alot). This new format seems to be working for now.
So, how were your holidays? Wonderful? Disappointing? Still attempting to get back into the swing of things?