Friday, April 18, 2014

Harrison Reviews the Passover Meal 7.8 out of 10

-Food prep, uninvolved -no score
-Prayer 8.0/10
-Lighting the candles, candles get a 9.1/10
-Pouring the grape juice, grape juice gets a 3.0/10 (watered down)
-Washing hands, soap and water get a 7.1/10
-Bitter herbs and salt water -5.3/10
-Breaking the middle Matzo, matzo gets a 6.2/10
-Hide and go seek with Matzo, no prize and main floor only -7.8/10
-Reading the questions, a little slow 7.6/10
-(Dip the herbs twice, still a 5.3/10)
-More reading -7.3/10
-Reclining -9.7/10
-Lots of pictures with shutter sound and flash -4.7/10
-Yelling at Levi for pouring to much juice -8.4/10
-Started to tell the passover story...
-Lots of unneccesary questions and discusion -4.9/10
-Wyatt gives recap of first 9 plagues -8.2/10
-Dad reads, to much commentary and hand motions -7.0/10
-Wyatt asks dumb question -4.3/10
-Hiyab plays with hexbug, dad stops reading -2.1/10
-Mom interrupts (with permission) but talks about Dr. Who -6.6/10
-Dayeinu song -0.3/10
-Daniel Lilja impression -8.7/10
-Horse radish crying -7.8/10  
-Sweet Mortar -8.6/10
-Matzo balls with broth bland but in a good way -8.7/10
-Hermon complains about his knife -5.0/10
-Talk about prom (better then normal) -7.2/10
-Mom gets a text -7.4/10  
-Levi asks about more crackers, mom says yes -8.1/10
-Dad steals Hermon crackers-6.2/10
-Dad reads the passover story from John -9.8/10
-Ezra eats cracker  noisily, dad pauses -4.2/10
-Hermon asks dumb question -4.3/10
-Stained the table cloth with a pen -0.1/10
-Levi asks question about child birth 7.0/10
-Mom answers 7.3/10
-Charlie the Unicorn reference -9.0/10
-Ezra talks about cake (it's a lie) -8.1/10
-Portal reference --8.2/10
-Hermon talks about first born children -7.9/10
-Ezra plays with hexbug -2.2/10
-Thanks be to God -10/10
-Finding the Hidden matzo (Ezra wins) -6.3/10
-Hermon complains about losing -6.0/10
-Comparing Jesus to the matzo -9.2/10
-Hiyab draws on the tablecloth -0.1/10
-Wyatt toots -0.7/10
-Levi complains about candy -1.3/10

The Verdict: 7.8/10 (Overall not an average)

the Prayer
The Bible reading
The Matzo balls
The candles
The Daniel impression
Short and sweet

Pen on the tablecloth
No company
The complaining
The juice  
(Added by Mom- No LAMB!)

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Hobbit Hole

 Royal's personal suite is complete!

This innocent wall had no idea what was about to occur
I did this with a power hand saw.  SO messy, yet so satisfying!

End of Day 1: "What the h*ll have I gotten myself into."

Ezra "the collector of historical things" was forced kindly asked to give up his private space for the good of the family.  He doesn't believe in communism and feels like this wasn't quite fair, but he hasn't complained and is being a champ about it. 
My number one biggest helper...
I didn't show the ugly-ugly phase of this space.  It was a cavernous hole and I had NO IDEA how to frame it out.  It hurt my brain figuring out angles and whatnot.  Never again will I underestimate the skills of my Russians.
I know it looks like I've left the Hobbit Hole, but the truth is I still have hours and hours of labor to finish up in the other room.  (Uh- Dad? Are you sick of Spain yet? I could use a little help here.) 
I taught my best helper the ancient family secret of tree painting.
Cute little closet with hooks. (Royal said his room needed more "hookers," I said, "I don't think it does.")
Formerly pink dresser is now red - more manly.
"Dear Jesus, Bless this room and give this boy long and restful nights. Amen."

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Dear School-Friend-Mom, I'm Having Overshare Paranoia.

     I'm feeling paranoid.  I'm changing my little children's names when I write about them.  From now on they are Royal and Ena.  And this is why.

     We scheduled our very first play date with a boy from school.  This was very exciting for Royal because it was his first school friend to ever be invited over.  When I went to school to pick them up, the friend wasn't there.  Royal had a really sad face and said, "He isn't coming.  His mom picked him up from school early.  He was sick or something." "Really? Did he throw up?" "No," Royal said, "He didn't even look sick."

     After thinking about how this was going to be rough for Royal to get through- more disappointment, abrupt change in schedule, plain old sad kid stuff, I had a wave of sick realization that was, "Oh no, what if the kid's mom googled me and read my blog..." (Yes, I google people all the time.  I'm a snooper.)

     I frantically went home and read my last five or so entries trying to pretend I didn't know me and trying to "hear" what I make us sound like.  (If this blog is your only reference to us as a family - I apologize, you probably think we're crazy and highly emotional -because that's my genre.  In reality, if you spent time at our house and hung out with our kids you'd most likely find us to be pretty regular.)  I found this to be an impossible exercise and instead decided to write this post as an effort to shine some positive light on my sweet boy who wants to have friends over. 

Dear School-Friend-Mom,

     A long long time ago when we decided to adopt two children, our world was full of rose pedals, marshmallow fluff, rainbows and unicorns.  I decided to write a blog about the beautiful world we lived in.  Then came some hard stuff.

     We didn't know our new kids at all, and I felt like I was writing stories anonymously about strangers.  I'd think, "Who reads this anyway?"  Well it's been a few years now and people come up to me frequently and say, "I read your blog!"  Often I give them a deer in the headlights look- I don't know why it surprises me.  Anyway, my goal has always been to keep this as real as possible, but I've been telling my side of the story; I've been very much in tune with how I'm being effected by all of this.  Poor Royal.  His side of the story has been put on the back burner. I know, a little very self absorbed.

     Honestly, I didn't understand his side of the story until recently (I've been in survival mode); I'm just now starting to catch on. 

     Royal is a sweet kid.  He's thriving at school, loves his friends, does his homework, and is passionate about soccer.  He makes paper snow flakes, builds with Legos, and jumps on the trampoline.  I make snacks for him, read him stories, and answer his hundreds of thousands of questions. 

     Would I let "my" children play with him? Yes - and I do everyday.  It's true, he likes to butt heads with me, his dad, and his siblings, because we're his family and he's working out "his stuff."  To everyone else, he's pretty regular.  



I so hope I'm just being paranoid...