Sunday, April 10, 2011

To Grandmother's House We Go

Spring has brought an influx of home buyers. Today we had an open house from 1-4, but also had a showing 1230-130 and 430-530. So we decided to take the boys to my Grandma's Condo. I can't remember exactly the last time I'd been there, but it was sometime in high school. It was really weird to go back with my children. One of our favorite things to do growing up was to go swim at the complex's indoor pool. I was so excited to share that with my kids. Tobin, fearless as ever, tried to jump right into the pool. He had a blast. Hunter was always so nervous, Tobin is nothing like that. He would have swam off on his own if he could have. Hunter had fun too, since he is now in swim lessons, and is no longer required to have floaties on.

As I was changing back into my clothes I looked into the mirror, and tried to "flashback" to my childhood. I have issues with longing for my past, so I am constantly trying to remember things as if it were happening again. For some reason I just couldn't picture my 12 year old self looking at herself in that mirror. Then it hit me. When I was 12, I didn't care about looking in the mirror, I was too busy trying to hurry up and move on to the next thing. 12 year old Leah didn't care that her breasts weren't big enough, and her thighs were too big. She just wanted to run and play. I wish I could call that back to my mind. I wish that every little detail of my life becomes this huge weight to the point where it is hard to get off the couch. Why as we get older, does everything become a bigger deal? Why can we no longer just let things go, or concentrate on the next fun thing we get to do? As children we can not wait to grow up, because adults can do whatever they want. Although, there is a certain level of responsibility, especially as a parent; why, as adults, are we not doing whatever we want? Why are we letting down our child self. If our inner child could see how we were living, would we be jealous, or disappointed? Right now, my inner child would be disappointed. It is said quite often, but we really could learn a lot from our children.

I wish I had swimming pictures, but our camera is broken. Hopefully we get a new one soon, because Tobin is changing so much every day, and Hunter is looking more and more like a big kid every time I blink.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Hero's quest

I went to my Advanced Storyboarding class for the first time tonight. I don't know why the instructors think it's a good idea to review the entire syllabus in a five minute period of time. I walked into this degree program thinking that I was smart, creative, and driven enough to make it through. In five minutes, my entire confident way of thinking went right out the window. I started to panic. There is no way I can do this, I am not smart or talented enough.

As I was working my way into a frenzy, the teacher started to discuss the Hero's quest. For those of you who may not be familiar with writing, that is the basis of any story. Nearly every single story ever written follows a certain structure (sometimes very loosely) In any case, one aspect of the hero's quest is that before they embark on their journey, they initially refuse. They feel they do not have what it takes to succeed. That's when it clicked. I am on a hero's quest. Of course I have no idea what I am doing, that's why I'm going to school. No "hero" sets out on their quest fully equipped and able to conquer right off the bat.

I know it will take a lot of time, and effort, but I am ready. I love going to class, I love the thought that in twelve weeks I will have made my own commercial/music video/script. I get excited on school days, counting down the hours til class starts. This is new to me. I have never wanted to go to school. If I get this happy about my classes, I can only imagine how thrilled I will be when I am actually working in the field. I am ready to accept my quest!

Monday, April 4, 2011

There's no place like home

Instead of droning on and on about how busy I've been, and trying to catch up on my blogging, I am going to just jump right in.

My house has been on the market for a year now. One year. There is nothing wrong with my house. Not one single thing we could fix to make it better. We did replace the carpet. That was all we could think of to do. It really is just sitting on the market for some unknown reason. I spent the past few months consumed with overwhelming anxiety of feeling trapped, doomed, and just in general, universally hated. Then I got desperate and started researching online how to increase your luck. Yes, I seriously did this, like I said, at this point I am desperate. Well, most everything online says to think positive. Rid yourself of all negative thoughts, and good things will happen. So I am trying. I really am trying. Every night I tell myself that the next day we will receive an offer. One night I will be right. Until then I try to count my blessings (which really are a lot), love my kids, and work on my degree. Sigh.

This is our house in Oklahoma.
This is our current favorite in Minnesota.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Diapers

My life seems to have gotten way to busy to update a blog. However, I am extrememly proud of my mom and I's handy work so I had to share. We have made cloth pocket diapers. It was fairly easy, and they look so cute!


Sunday, October 10, 2010

Another fond memory I have of fall is apple picking. I'd only been a few times, but I remember loving it. I decided I really wanted to take the boys apple picking. Unfortunately we missed the peak of the season, and I was told that there wasn't much out there. So, we decided to go pumpkin picking. I really had no idea where to go, so I spent what felt like forever online trying to find a close sort of nearby. I found one in Shakopee, so that's the one we picked. It was pretty nice, they had a bunch of Pumpkin's out front (in retrospect we should have just taken one of those. So of course, we took pictures with the pumpkins!
Then we grabbed a wheelbarrow and headed out into the Field to pick our pumpkins. They had a tractor ride, but it just drove in a circle around the fields, not too exciting.


They Pre-cut all of their pumpkins off the vine, so in the main area the only ones left were already rotting. Which was pretty gross. So I ushered Hunter towards the back, and we were able to find some pumpkins that seemed some what ripe.


Then on the way back Hunter and Phillip did a corn maze. Hunter liked it, but they were only in there for a few mins, so I can only imagine it wasn't too big, which I guess is good for little kids.




All in all, it was a good place for our first time. I would like to try a different place next weekend, maybe one of the farms a little further out. Next year I want to start early, and find a few favorite farms to buy fresh produce from. Hunter had a good time though, and that is really all that matters.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Leaf Pile

One of my favorite memories growing up was raking leaves in the fall. My favorite part, of course, was making a massive pile, and jumping in, but I also liked the mind numbing act of raking as well. There is something about making disorderly messy things look nice that has always appealed to me. My family would beg to differ judging by my room growing up, but it is true. Jobs like scraping paint, raking leaves, washing grout etc have always made me a little excited. In any case, this was the first year that Hunter would be able to make a "jumpable" pile. He was excited, but did not really know what he was in for, so he was pretty apathetic at first.

This is him sweeping the driveway.


Raking leaves is a lot easier when you can make many little piles, and then walk around picking them up.
Making one huge pile is a pain in the butt!

This is our pile;



At first when I told Hunter to jump in, he would just kind of walk in and then do a small hop. It wasn't until I jumped in that he finally caught on to the whole event, and really went crazy. He would jump in and bury himself. We buried each other and then the other person had to "be scared" when we would jump out. We also played hide and seek with "sheildy". (His shield he got at Renfest).
It was a lot of fun, and I really enjoyed the familiar smells, feel in the air, etc that I have not experienced in a long time.






Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Walk

Tonight, I finally got my family out for our first "Family Walk". I have been on a few walks, but this was our first with Phillip back in town. The best way to do this was to suggest that we walk to go get ice cream. Since I can not eat ice cream, this was a healthy choice for me, lots of exercise, no calories. When we got there I decided to eat a plain cone, which was not as satisfying as I thought it would be. We had so much fun. I love the smell of Minnesota in the fall, and everything was so beautiful. The trees are changing colors, and the clouds were amazing!

I got to tell Hunter all about fall, how the trees change colors and how squirrels are running around like crazy hiding nuts for spring. We also collected "nature items" to be used for a rubbing. Hunter had no idea what I was talking about, so he didn't really get excited about it, until we were home and saw what I meant. He did collect one leaf which he promptly named "Leavy". He brought Leavy along for the entire trip, leaving him outside of stores, and picking him back up when we left. This is a picture of him with Leavy.


We went to "Sur la Table" first, to satisfy my need to shop, even though I was good and did not buy anything. Then we went to the Edina Creamery. Hunter got cotton candy ice cream. Tobin slept through the whole first half of the walk. He woke up once we stopped moving in the Creamery.


I made us take the long way home, so I could check out the hours of the bakery I used to work at. Hunter tripped and hit his knee, so he had to be carried a few blocks, but other then that, it was a very nice trip. We got home and Phillip and Hunter worked on the rubbings. Tobin of course had to see everything they were doing!
The nicest part is once we got home, Hunter was a million times calmer then usual. I really think he needs more activities in his life. Now that we live somewhere with sidewalks and things to do, I think we will be able to do more things like this, and hopefully grow stronger as a family.