Friday, September 27, 2013

"Hand Me My Lip Gloss and My License"

No. The blue lights were not flashing in my rear view mirror.
Friendly reminder: I've never had a ticket in my life. I'm weird at rule following.
It's the teacher in me.

This quote is what LSU friend, and goofball extraordinaire -Lisa-was saying about HER longtime buddy. It's the standard line when that friend gets pulled over for speeding....
Which seems to be a trend in this girl's life.
Well...that and throwing her wig at the t.v. set when Auburn fumbles the football.

Lisa's buddy has done some rounds of chemo in her life but is like the Energizer bunny.
Keeps going.
While we were watching the LSU game last Saturday night, Lisa sent a text to her friend asking her if she was at a party watching the War Eagle game with or without the wig.
Friend replied, "I'm the request of the hostess. She didn't wanna take a chance!"

Lisa is a hoot.
You ought to hear her stories about having babies. She had  a tough time with #1's birthing, sweet April-girl.
And I quote, "I couldn't deliver an English pea!!" Southern twang not included, of course.
So she says having #2 was a breeze.
Her interpretation of a C-section, "Heck...I just made an appointment and went to the hospital to get Cal."

She's got an alligator head on her mantle.
Duck Dynasty gone to seed!!

Lisa adores my mama and is soooo sweet to my girls and makes them laugh.
She cracks me up, too.

She signs all her emails, "Be Awesome. Love Jesus."

A few weeks ago I told her hubbie, "My brother Skipper is comin' to town to join us at our LSU gala event. He's so purple and gold...he'll make you look like an Alabama fan."

Big Al, the husband, got real close to my face and said (in his thick Cajun accent), "Hey gul. Don't choo use dat kinda lang-gwudge in dis house a God!"

It's a joy to spend a few Saturday nights during SEC football season with her family...and a couple of other football nuts. All love the Lord...and Allan's chicken and sausage gumbo.
You better know how to pray if you follow our teams!

A merry heart does good like a medicine!!
I think all of the hearts in our home are merrier. It's refreshing. Lots of humor is being expressed, personalities are beginning to shine through, and I do believe we're on the outbound train of "Pretend Family of Three."
You know...where we've all "played a part/acted in certain roles" as we've gone through the process of adjustment to our current lives.
We haven't arrived at our final destination of Welcome to Your New Lives - Vicki, Emily, & Molly - but the ride is much smoother these days.
Between faith, family, and friends - we're sure to get there.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Too Cute NOT to Put on the Blog!!

Emily, Molly, and Alli - Lisa's Darling Newbie

Molly's Butterfly Stages - With Pasta. How funny!

Oh Brother. They LOVE Sushi!

And HOW, pray tell, would I know that?
Funny you should ask.

Am I the ONLY mother in America who takes their kids to chain grocery stores, runs them through the deli department  - and calls it dinner?
Surely not.

Not "surely not" that I wouldn't do it.
...but "surely not" that I'm NOT the only mother in America who calls this the new 'fast food' way of life.

Ya see, I've raised Emily thinking that deli departments are genius ideas designed for busy moms --allowing children to graze there.
Well, it's basically the store's way of thanking me for taking m-o-r-e time to come and shop there.
Free crackers - and fancy ones, too, that we don't have at the house.
Cool spreads.
Delicious dips.
Sometimes little toothpicks loaded with chicken - you know, the protein part of the food group.

We do not eat the grapes before they are properly weighed by the cashier.

However, it does seem that the girls have come upon some nifty little sushi rolls - with crab (ick!) - and a spot of spicy sauce drizzled over them.
All in the delicatessen department at our local grocery.
All at 5:00 in the early evening.
All for free.

I'm really not a mooch. Donna, Marlene, and I have joked for years that every time I go to their house I enter asking, "Did ya'll thaw somethin' out for me?"
They always do!!

I know now when I tell Emily and Molly to "go get the bananas, tomatoes, and lettuce and meet me on the frozen food aisle"....I can forget seeing them again before cash register check out time.
They're in the deli department - getting on a first name basis with those who work there.

Kinda funny.
They steer clear of all the really fabulous cheeses. It's the Asian gene.
No like-a dee cheese.

Been fun times around our way: tailgate party at church, birthday celebrations with friends, Andy Griffith time at Nanny Carol's, finished watching The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe on Family Night, piano lessons, LSU food fest party, playing in the park (Thank you, Jane!), getting to spend time with Uncle Skipper, and both girls rec'd certificates for the summer reading.

Emily and Molly both read 22-ish books this summer.
Emily's were a mixture of chapter books, required reading, and even graphic novels and/or classics with audio features.
Molly did the same - but much of hers was read to her. We did count all her ABeka books and Sally, Dick and Jane type books where she practiced, practiced, practiced over the summer.

We are thrilled that autumn is around the corner - the season where we appreciate any cool, crisp mornings/evenings, where we treasure the views of nature, and where we are so blessed to have faith, family, and friends on whom we place such high value.

"Wait not for's the Golden Day!"

Friday, September 13, 2013

Let's See...Do I do my child's homework or post on the blog?

I mean "do my child's homework".
Clutch the pearls.

No. It's not the way it sounds. At our house - homework just seems to turn into an evening teaching time...learning experience. We seem to get it all done in between stir frying the rice and emptying the dishwasher. Phew.

What I'm talking about is this - Miss Molly might have to write sentences with some spelling words. Well, uhm, (throat clearing) naturally she can NOT compose sentences on paper.
And she likely doesn't even know WHAT the spelling word means. But by golly she can memorize the spelling of them while learning to phonetically say them.

So - I model little sentences for her.
As in I write them for her. We talk about the words - in their simplest meaning. We read them together as I jot down a short sentence. She then copies the sentence(s) in her spelling notebook.
I use nouns, verbs, phrases that might already be familiar to her. I don't go throwin' in weird things that complicate the ideas.
Not sure what we'll do when we get to 'mitochondria' in her science lessons. LOL! Truthfully...we'll read the word, look at pictures of it, sketch it, study the spelling, and say it to MOM every single morning while riding in the backseat of the car on the way to school.
I am the best head-nodder/driver on the road these days.
The girls read spelling and/or vocabulary words to me. I shake my head up and down as they spell correctly and say the definitions.
I am a true bobble head.

If a spelling word is 'notebook' -- Molly's short sentence might be "My sister has a pink notebook."
Simple. Done.

I AM a huge advocate of modeling, modeling, modeling - thinking out loud, discussing.
My vocal chords are plum worn out at the end of the day.
There's another little missy girl/Emily who needs my help, too, but not nearly as much as in the past.

...and you are correct.
It takes T-I-M-E.
Day in.
Day out.

I knew this going into adoption #2, and believe it or not - it's probably easier this time around. Molly does have schooling background and study habits that are assisting her.
BUT then again...she has 12 years of speaking 100% Chinese that tend to get in the way every now and then. Ya think?!

In all honesty, her Chinese does not 'get in the way' (Then why did you say it?).
It just serves as the constant hurdle she has to jump.

We are doing all we can to keep her Chinese in tact while bungee jumping into the English language.
We're in a much better place emotionally as understanding, trust, and smooth adjusting seem to be dawning brightly and confusion/misunderstanding is squeezing out the back door.

For this, I am thankful.