I’ve already declared my sister magic. Turns out my father is too. Perhaps that shamrock plant I bought, really did bring me some Irish luck, or perhaps it was just Papa, who promised five bucks, but look at this magnificent sight – not photoshopped and no dirty dishes/pots/pans stacked on the stove – two empty sinks and it was my oldest son who did them!!!! Best St. Patrick’s Day EVER!!!! That is all.
March 17, 2013
my sister texted me this morning
a note about her oldest son being back home in Arizona, from his two month visit home to Illinois, where he stayed and played with his grandma and papa, aunts, uncles and cousins too, over summer break
she wrote, “Kids were elated to have him home. It felt great to all be under one roof again.”
I replied:
All is well
As it should be
The missing piece of your heart puzzle back in place
I’m so glad
For all of you
Hugs and love
she replied, “That is exactly the way I felt to… Kinda off all summer and just felt complete. It was so fun watching all three kids walk inside the house together with smiles.”
then she added, “I love u so much Janean.”
making my heart squeeze and my throat close and my eyes water because Arizona feels really far away today.
August 3, 2012
Entomology is all the way done. He did the activity in his project book yesterday and the insects are arranged in the cases.
We made the stingray pattern for non-clothing fleece yesterday – it’s a visual art class, not a sewing one. I’m making the first stingray to test the pattern and see how the (forgive me) damn thing goes together.
His Write A Book is special AND it’s a surprise. Getting closer…
Fudge we won’t make until the day before judging.
That’s four…
(or somewhere around the 20,000,000 mark)
Electricity is “in the works”. I have a shopping list from my father for my oldest son’s electricity project. My son and I will be sure to go together to buy those items before his Papa is back in town to build it.
A new international project one of his aunts is helping with. They brainstormed at the last fair to do the Philippines together this year. That’s where she’s from. It seemed like a good idea at the time…
Photography isn’t “hard”. I got the project book out yesterday to look over…just gotta do it!
Balsa airplanes is a bear. They are working on it…my amazingly patient husband and equally diligent sons. Both my boys are taking this one which means there is not just one, but two delicate balsa wood airplanes under construction in our basement. Did I mention projects are due the night before the fair on July 31?!
Rockets may be the one that’s dropped this year. We shall see. Eleven just feels like (at least) one too many.
Plastic models is close to being done…this one they started early, father and son, surely they will finish it soon. Maybe while the glue is drying on that mega balsa plane…
LEGOs is built. He just has a 3” x 5” card to do.
Gettin’ there…that’s all eleven, or 50,000,000 if you ask me. It’s 4-H countdown time. It’s 4-H project crunch time. Fourth year with my oldest and the first for my youngest (who wisely chose five projects which are practically all complete). This too shall pass.
~ Janean
(I was a ten year 4-H’er from age eight to seventeen, so it sort of runs in the family.)
I hear birdsong from the front yard
and rain sounds from the back
the quiet whir of the ceiling fan above
with a napping dog on the floor
the silver keys are tapping
beneath my flying fingertips
I’m still in pajamas
even though it’s well past lunch
ah, yes, my favorite kind of day
breathe in
breathe out
just drinking in
the sounds of a quiet house
for the children
are with their Papa
my oldest son is playin’ violin
on campus today
meetin’ extended family there
listening to music played by children
in concert
from the newest musicians
to more experienced
they save the best for last
this is my sons third year
his first concert with Papa’s violin
from my father, to my son
passed hand to hand
skipping a generation
that boy has music
in his heart and soul
I catch him humming
and playing air violin
after practicing
lookin’ forward to a toe tappin’
heart swelling with love
kind of day
it’s concert day
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