Thursday, May 28, 2009
NEW LOOK!!
While playing with my Blog today, I decided to update my kid's pictures, and while I was at it, completely re-did the whole thing! Looks all fresh and new now! Enjoy!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
My porch
Memorial Day weekend, Kaila and I visited my two favorite greenhouses, and bought our plants and flowers. It's a Memorial Day tradition here, and I love it! So, here, just after planting, are my flowers! Not of any interest to most, but, I love my flowers and I love the porch! And, because Jasin complains every year that I spend money an annuals, I threw in some perennials to make him happy. Which will probably all get pulled out with next spring's weeds, but he doesn't need to know! Pictured below, is the side entrance, and my garden there. It will be much prettier when everything takes off and starts to grow. I put it around the lilac tree, because I love the tree so much! It is one of my favorite spots.
The porch! Anyone who knows me, knows I love the porch! We spend so much time on this porch. And, so do the neighbors. A few years ago, I was bartending a party, and I was talking to this really nice couple, and in the course of events, we were describing where we live. I told her the name of my street, and the woman says, 'Oh you are so lucky! My kids have been begging us to move to that street, because there is this house there that everyone is always at, and they always have these Porch Parties! EVERYONE is always talking about these porch parties! Do you know where it is?" I started laughing. I had had no idea. It was MY porch!
Anyhow, thats the porch, and those are my flowers! I feel better, just for having gotten this up, so people could see it, before the porch is full of toys, or the frost gets my flowers! Hope you like it!
The porch! Anyone who knows me, knows I love the porch! We spend so much time on this porch. And, so do the neighbors. A few years ago, I was bartending a party, and I was talking to this really nice couple, and in the course of events, we were describing where we live. I told her the name of my street, and the woman says, 'Oh you are so lucky! My kids have been begging us to move to that street, because there is this house there that everyone is always at, and they always have these Porch Parties! EVERYONE is always talking about these porch parties! Do you know where it is?" I started laughing. I had had no idea. It was MY porch!
Anyhow, thats the porch, and those are my flowers! I feel better, just for having gotten this up, so people could see it, before the porch is full of toys, or the frost gets my flowers! Hope you like it!
Memorial Day, Fisher style!
We went to my parent's house for a get together Sunday. With the exception of Joe, who had been repetedly bitten behind the ear, which had swollen to awful proportions, thus making it neccissary to give him Benadryl, thus making him MISERABLE, we had a great time! There was the Bonfire, which many a family function has centered around. (Side note here... 3 of my brothers are firemen, and we all love fires... scary!) And pictured below, here are the guys getting it going. Jasin. Ben, and, Malachi
My brothers, Luke on the left, and Ben on the right. Many many arm wrestling competions on this counter! I myself beat Malachi only a few years ago! Ben won this one.
My Dad
The fire!
Beau got ahold of my camera. Mal doesn't look too happy about getting his picture taken. This picture does not begin to capture the amazing personality of this kid.
Beau got ahold of my camera. Mal doesn't look too happy about getting his picture taken. This picture does not begin to capture the amazing personality of this kid.
My brother, Beau, and Kaila. They have been close forever!
My sister, Brianna... Our own personal Barbie Doll! She is so pretty!
Our cute little lovebirds! My brother Luke and his adorable wife, Tammy. LOVE this picture!
We all had a great time; THANKS MOM, FOR HAVING US!!! Next time, I am SO getting a picture of you!
My sister, Brianna... Our own personal Barbie Doll! She is so pretty!
Our cute little lovebirds! My brother Luke and his adorable wife, Tammy. LOVE this picture!
We all had a great time; THANKS MOM, FOR HAVING US!!! Next time, I am SO getting a picture of you!
High Tea
Last Saturday, the girls and I had a tea party. Its an idea we have been talking about for quite awhile. We had gone out and scoured the local antique stores, untill we found the perfect tea pot. Then we all picked out our own special china teacups, complete with saucers. While browsing, the girls also found hats. Really, what is a tea party without hats? They wanted me to go find them white gloves, too, but, maybe next time!
The menu consisted of lemon tarts, chocolate filled, chocolate sticks. (They have an official name, but it escapes me right now.) Cookies, and finger sandwiches. Jasin and Joe went fishing for the day, and on his way out, Joe grabbed a handful of cookies, with the proper amount of male disgust for all the frills and dresses. It was a little odd, to be sitting in an evening gown at 10:30 in the morning, but it was fun!
The menu consisted of lemon tarts, chocolate filled, chocolate sticks. (They have an official name, but it escapes me right now.) Cookies, and finger sandwiches. Jasin and Joe went fishing for the day, and on his way out, Joe grabbed a handful of cookies, with the proper amount of male disgust for all the frills and dresses. It was a little odd, to be sitting in an evening gown at 10:30 in the morning, but it was fun!
Little Lexi, in all her tea party finery! 
Kaila looks so grown up!
Me in my velvet evening gown. Note the raised pinky finger; a MUST for all proper tea parties!
We all had such a good time, and felt slightly nausious after, but the girls cant wait to do it again!
We all had such a good time, and felt slightly nausious after, but the girls cant wait to do it again!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Kids and Psycologists
We studied growth and development and school these last two weeks. Mostly we covered children. A good portion of our notes included the Theories of well known Theorists, such as Freud and Erickson. Mostly I just grit my teeth and dutifully wrote what I was supposed to. Freud, in particular bothered me. The rest of them just made me feel like a lousy mother. I tried not to roll my eyes, as I scribbled down things along the lines of "Autonomy vs. shame." "Initiative vs. guilt" 'Phallic stage" (at the ripe old age of 3, nontheless!)
My issues with Freud being, I never knew much about him, but everyone seems to know of him. His theory was along the lines of, everything is associated with sex. Including children and their development. At this point I mumbled something along the lines of 'leave it to a man...' but anyhow, I found his theories absurd, to say the least. We began with the oral phase of infancy. Everyone knows babies are very mouth oriented. Toys, bottles, pacifiers, the cat's tail, car keys, fingers, pretty much everything. We learned, though, that if their oral needs are not met, esp. sucking, like with bottles, thumbs and pacifiers, our poor neglected children will grow up with an oral fixation. Chain smoking, overeating, gum chewing. I figure there's going to be an eventual fight over one of my lungs, because my kids never had pacifiers, and stopped the bottle at an early age. Discouraging thumb sucking isn't all that good either. Flash back to all the times I have told Kaila to quick sucking her finger. (Goodbye lung!)
We progressed along the "Anal Phase" in which Freud informs us along the lines of non traumatic potty training. It needs to be a calm, easy, forgiving process, unforced and unhurried. Okay, I can go with that. At no point are we to raise our voices, show aggravation, and to be forgiving of accidents. Sounds fair. Of we don't, our child will be anal for life. That's where our "uptight" people come from. WHAT? LOL! Really? In discussing this with a friend over lunch, we mused about our combined 7 children, and the times when they almost deliberately wet or messed themselves, after repeted attempts to get said child to the potty. The times when, hands full, and incredably busy, this little anal angel went all over the place, and patients and temper gone, we actually yelled at the kid. At this point my lung will go to the anal kid.
When we arrived at the Phallic stage, I finally spoke up in class. I mean really, who published this nut? And why are we still listening to these theories? I asked if this Freud actually ever had children. So we looked him up online, in Wikkipedia. Not only did he NOT have children, he was in love with his mother, knocked up his wife's sister, then aborted the baby. He was also psycotic himself, with a diagnosis of schitzophrenia. Nice. This is our authority in child rearing.
On to other theories. Of course, it is never okay to spank your child. (Insert eye roll here) and to never yell at the child. It is much better to speak calmly and rationally to your kid. That is a really nice theory, but, is it reality? We should encourage imaginary friends, and magical play, which is okay, who didn't have at least one pretend friend growing up? My brother Beau had one that actually beat him at checkers. We never let him forget it. So, I can go along with that.
It was time to take the test. Several questions were along the lines of; "Your child is going to touch something hot, do you, a) beat the child, b) calmly say, "it's hot, you will burn", c) Yell "Don't touch!", d) Wait till the neighbors come over, and discipline him then. Of COURSE I chose "B" But, what parent doesn't DO "c"? Esp. with more than one child? And if the child touches it, and cries, the general response most of the mom's in my class have is, 'Well, I TOLD you not to touch it!"
All this has been in my mind. Maybe I am just a bad mom. This is rolling around my head, as I took my children to Wal Mart today, after school, to purchase summer clothes and cookies for a tea party the girls and I are having Saturday. (Pictures will follow!) Lexi and Joe were in the shopping cart, a special cart, with two seats that face each other at the front. In the checkout, Joe had gotten out momentarily, to put his new jammies on the counter. When he tried to get back in, Lexi was busily refastening the seatbelt, and telling him he could not sit back down, because Isabelle was there. Lord. we pick NOW to aquire an imaginary friend?! So, the last two weeks spinning through my mind, I decide now is a good time to test these theories, and be a GOOD mom. So, I calmly say, "Lexi, maybe Isabelle can sit with you, instead?" "NO! She wants to sit there! Joe got up, you move, you lose!" "Lexi, You know that is Joe's spot, and so does Isabelle. Tell her to please move." "Isabelle, do you want to move? Mom, she said no. Too bad, Joe!" It is so glaringly obvious that these theorists never had children. " Lexi! MOVE Isabelle, and let your brother sit!" This over the wails of Joe. "She is not moving. He can just walk. He shouldn't have got up in the first place!" At this point the cashier one register over says, "Maybe next time "Isabelle" should stay home!" "No. She will be here everytime." Assures my daughter. I say, "Isabelle, can you please move? Oh my God, I am arguing with an imaginary being. Lexi!!! GET OUT OF THE WAY AND LET YOUR BROTHER SIT RIGHT NOW OR I WILL TAKE YOU AND ISABELLE BOTH OUTSIDE AND BEAT YOU!!!!!" I close my eyes. In reality, you can rationalize all you want, I think, as the test flashes before my eyes, but, it's gonna eventually come down to, a) yelling at the child, and , b) at least the threat to beat the child.
While in Wal Mart, I also recall the lecture about letting kids have choices. If they don't have a say in their lives, they will be messed up for life. Really? These people never stood and argued with a 7 year old begging for Daisy Duke shorts and bikini's for second grade swim class. You can certainly attempt to let them pick between two respectable outfits, but, they never said what the hapless parent is supposed to do with the child who doesn't want anything to do with the choices presented. What is the proper response to the girl who is leaning toward the "Hooker look" and why is Wal Mart selling it in the first place?
We stopped into the Conservation Club, to get my paycheck, on the way home. I walked in, and it was all I oculd do not to just sit down and snuggle with my friend, "The Captain". (Capt. and Coke being my 'usual' you see....) I can only imagine what having a drinking mother will do to my already bound to be messed up kids!
My issues with Freud being, I never knew much about him, but everyone seems to know of him. His theory was along the lines of, everything is associated with sex. Including children and their development. At this point I mumbled something along the lines of 'leave it to a man...' but anyhow, I found his theories absurd, to say the least. We began with the oral phase of infancy. Everyone knows babies are very mouth oriented. Toys, bottles, pacifiers, the cat's tail, car keys, fingers, pretty much everything. We learned, though, that if their oral needs are not met, esp. sucking, like with bottles, thumbs and pacifiers, our poor neglected children will grow up with an oral fixation. Chain smoking, overeating, gum chewing. I figure there's going to be an eventual fight over one of my lungs, because my kids never had pacifiers, and stopped the bottle at an early age. Discouraging thumb sucking isn't all that good either. Flash back to all the times I have told Kaila to quick sucking her finger. (Goodbye lung!)
We progressed along the "Anal Phase" in which Freud informs us along the lines of non traumatic potty training. It needs to be a calm, easy, forgiving process, unforced and unhurried. Okay, I can go with that. At no point are we to raise our voices, show aggravation, and to be forgiving of accidents. Sounds fair. Of we don't, our child will be anal for life. That's where our "uptight" people come from. WHAT? LOL! Really? In discussing this with a friend over lunch, we mused about our combined 7 children, and the times when they almost deliberately wet or messed themselves, after repeted attempts to get said child to the potty. The times when, hands full, and incredably busy, this little anal angel went all over the place, and patients and temper gone, we actually yelled at the kid. At this point my lung will go to the anal kid.
When we arrived at the Phallic stage, I finally spoke up in class. I mean really, who published this nut? And why are we still listening to these theories? I asked if this Freud actually ever had children. So we looked him up online, in Wikkipedia. Not only did he NOT have children, he was in love with his mother, knocked up his wife's sister, then aborted the baby. He was also psycotic himself, with a diagnosis of schitzophrenia. Nice. This is our authority in child rearing.
On to other theories. Of course, it is never okay to spank your child. (Insert eye roll here) and to never yell at the child. It is much better to speak calmly and rationally to your kid. That is a really nice theory, but, is it reality? We should encourage imaginary friends, and magical play, which is okay, who didn't have at least one pretend friend growing up? My brother Beau had one that actually beat him at checkers. We never let him forget it. So, I can go along with that.
It was time to take the test. Several questions were along the lines of; "Your child is going to touch something hot, do you, a) beat the child, b) calmly say, "it's hot, you will burn", c) Yell "Don't touch!", d) Wait till the neighbors come over, and discipline him then. Of COURSE I chose "B" But, what parent doesn't DO "c"? Esp. with more than one child? And if the child touches it, and cries, the general response most of the mom's in my class have is, 'Well, I TOLD you not to touch it!"
All this has been in my mind. Maybe I am just a bad mom. This is rolling around my head, as I took my children to Wal Mart today, after school, to purchase summer clothes and cookies for a tea party the girls and I are having Saturday. (Pictures will follow!) Lexi and Joe were in the shopping cart, a special cart, with two seats that face each other at the front. In the checkout, Joe had gotten out momentarily, to put his new jammies on the counter. When he tried to get back in, Lexi was busily refastening the seatbelt, and telling him he could not sit back down, because Isabelle was there. Lord. we pick NOW to aquire an imaginary friend?! So, the last two weeks spinning through my mind, I decide now is a good time to test these theories, and be a GOOD mom. So, I calmly say, "Lexi, maybe Isabelle can sit with you, instead?" "NO! She wants to sit there! Joe got up, you move, you lose!" "Lexi, You know that is Joe's spot, and so does Isabelle. Tell her to please move." "Isabelle, do you want to move? Mom, she said no. Too bad, Joe!" It is so glaringly obvious that these theorists never had children. " Lexi! MOVE Isabelle, and let your brother sit!" This over the wails of Joe. "She is not moving. He can just walk. He shouldn't have got up in the first place!" At this point the cashier one register over says, "Maybe next time "Isabelle" should stay home!" "No. She will be here everytime." Assures my daughter. I say, "Isabelle, can you please move? Oh my God, I am arguing with an imaginary being. Lexi!!! GET OUT OF THE WAY AND LET YOUR BROTHER SIT RIGHT NOW OR I WILL TAKE YOU AND ISABELLE BOTH OUTSIDE AND BEAT YOU!!!!!" I close my eyes. In reality, you can rationalize all you want, I think, as the test flashes before my eyes, but, it's gonna eventually come down to, a) yelling at the child, and , b) at least the threat to beat the child.
While in Wal Mart, I also recall the lecture about letting kids have choices. If they don't have a say in their lives, they will be messed up for life. Really? These people never stood and argued with a 7 year old begging for Daisy Duke shorts and bikini's for second grade swim class. You can certainly attempt to let them pick between two respectable outfits, but, they never said what the hapless parent is supposed to do with the child who doesn't want anything to do with the choices presented. What is the proper response to the girl who is leaning toward the "Hooker look" and why is Wal Mart selling it in the first place?
We stopped into the Conservation Club, to get my paycheck, on the way home. I walked in, and it was all I oculd do not to just sit down and snuggle with my friend, "The Captain". (Capt. and Coke being my 'usual' you see....) I can only imagine what having a drinking mother will do to my already bound to be messed up kids!
Monday, May 11, 2009
I can explain
There is a reason no one has heard from me since Easter. It's pictured below. Pharmacology and it's math have been wreaking havoc on just about every part of life here. I almost wish anatomy back! It has truly been miserable. But it's almost over. From what I understand, the kids are still alive and well, as shown in the following pictures, and things evidently are all going well here in our household! I spent Mother's Day catching up on housework, laundry, and, of course, math! NOT a strong subject for me. My teacher recently asked how I was doing with it, and I told her bartending for life was looking good to me! However, I think I have figured it out, and by this time next week, we will be done with pharm. Until next year.
As previously mentioned, here are the children. It looks like I have been sedating Lexi here. Rest asssured, I have kept up on housework and studies without sedation. For the kids, either...:)
Jasin and Joe have really caught fishing fever. One recent Sunday, they were getting ready to go; Joe came and found me, begging me to keep the girls home. He complained that they would only get in the way, scare the fish off, and tangle the poles all up. He is talking from previous experience, I am told. He was so disgusted when he got stuck having to bring them along anyway. His closing argument being, "But girls HATE fishing!!!!"
Enjoy this blog, because I suspect they are gonna be scarce for awhile!
Enjoy this blog, because I suspect they are gonna be scarce for awhile!
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