I'm such a novice at this. I posted some pictures of our summer activities, but I didn't get a chance to add captions. And now, looking at them all, there are big spaces between them. That's another day's lesson. So bear with me.
Since my life is soooooooo incredibly busy I really don't have the time to blog. And who in their right mind is really interested in the All-American Family's comings and goings, anyway? We're just normal folks who go a million different directions, have a child in every level of school from 4th grade, 8th grade, 12th grade, and two in college (the married ones) and then we have the two precious speed-demon-crawlers-soon-to-be-walkers who fill our days with giant smiles. Add to that the revolving door of preschoolers and 40 piano students who come for lessons and classes each week. There are also the plethora of darling friends who hang out with our own kids.
I start my day at 5:30 a.m. with a workout at Curves. Hubby plays raquetball at the same time. Then I run home, shower, make lunches, and begin teaching lessons either at 6:30 a.m. or 7 a.m. each day. Kids start leaving for school at 7:30. I continue to teach until 9 a.m. and our youngest "Cherry on Top" get's herself ready for school. Twice a week I teach preschoolers in my home until 10:30. The Babies join in the fun at about 10:15 when their parents head out for their college classes. I send off munchkins and head right to the rocking chair with the twins for our pre-nap-wind-down. They go down at 11:00 and I start preparing the day's crock-pot or time-bake dinner.
Multitasking is my forte. I can accomplish atleast seven things in an hour--- change-rock-feed-nap twins, wash-dry-fold two loads of laundry, prepare dinner, check email, empty-load-fill dishwasher, sweep-vacuum floor, clean high chairs, wipe counters, and put away preschool clutter.
Happily the kids are at their respective schools learning away. Hubby is either at his office or on the road traveling. I'm the hub of the family wheel--staying in place but running in circles at an incredible speed.
By 1:00 p.m. the twins are awake and ready for lunch. I turn on Sesame Street for them to watch from their high chairs in the kitchen. Every child should be a fan of Sesame Street! I get them fed, unload the dishwasher, sweep up again, and then I might play on the floor with them until their Mom and Dad come home from class--unless it's a late day.
By 2:30 the piano students start coming again, and so do the kids from school. When 4:30 rolls around C-14 gets ready for football practice and needs to eat his carbs, Cherry-on-Top-9 changes into her gymnastics and gets her snack bag packed, and E-17 is planted at the computer in front of an addicting strategy game. The time-bake/crock-pot dinner smells delicious and the first omnivores take their share before heading into strenuous physical activity.
Piano students finish between 5:30 and 6:00 p.m. The remaining family members eat together if we're not already running off to other commitments--choir concerts, play practice, lawn mowing, study group, book group, grocery shopping, youth activity night, football games. Twice a week we watch the twins again during their parent's night classes We'll keep running, picking up carpool kids from gymnastics, football, and then come to a screeching halt in front of homework or Cherry's piano practicing.
Our kids get to sleep between 10:00 and 11:00 p.m. I read for 45 minutes to clear my head. And then we rest........until it all starts over at 5:30 a.m.the next morning.
We are a typical American Family.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
End of Summer----------
Here is a quick wrap up of our 2009 Summer: Cherry's gymnastics, C-13 baseball, football, Goblin Valley Campout, NYC with E-17 and his Nauvoo Experience, Twins being cute, Family reunion at Bear Lake, Neighborhood block party. Enjoy.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
My Grandbabies
They're 3 1/2 months old! Can you believe it? They've doubled in size and are so delightful! We can't wait to have them around all the time!
Bug giving "LOVES" to Minnie Mouse
LuLu snoozin
The lil' Chunksters
Just 6 weeks old
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Checking In
So I'm not really good at blogging yet. I'm hoping to someday find more time to work on this blog. But who looks at this anyway? I really enjoy FACEBOOK and It is fun to keep in touch with friends near and far. Blogging seems like exposing my insides to everyone. I wish I had more interesting stuff to share....so here are some tidbits:
*I'm not a great housekeeper, but I am a great kid nurturer.
My email address comes from a Reiser family "word" ALK which means "all little kids" (more on that later) and HAVEN which means a safe place. Together, ALKHAVEN is the name of our Bear Lake cabin. Since my home seems to have a revolving door because kids are coming in and going out all day long, my home is also an "ALKHAVEN."
I'm a Blue/White personality type.
I'm an introvert (most of the time) so I'm not sure how blogging really fits me.
I could sleep all day long on some days, if it weren't for those kids coming and going.
My voice is just like my mom's.
My daughter's voice is just like mine.
I've never been able to blow bubbles with gum.
I'm great at sightreading music, but terrible at memorizing it.
I hardly ever go out to eat.
I'd rather type an email than talk on the phone.
January is my least favorite month.
I love to read in bed.
I have played the piano since I was six years old, the cello since I was 12, the organ for the past four years, and I've learned a little guitar. I started playing the viola in 5th grade, then in 6th grade I changed and played the double bass for two years.
I've lived in Logan, UT; Bloomington, IN; St. Charles (Chicago), IL; Morgan, UT; Salt Lake City, UT; Orem, UT; and American Fork, UT.
*I'm not a great housekeeper, but I am a great kid nurturer.
My email address comes from a Reiser family "word" ALK which means "all little kids" (more on that later) and HAVEN which means a safe place. Together, ALKHAVEN is the name of our Bear Lake cabin. Since my home seems to have a revolving door because kids are coming in and going out all day long, my home is also an "ALKHAVEN."
I'm a Blue/White personality type.
I'm an introvert (most of the time) so I'm not sure how blogging really fits me.
I could sleep all day long on some days, if it weren't for those kids coming and going.
My voice is just like my mom's.
My daughter's voice is just like mine.
I've never been able to blow bubbles with gum.
I'm great at sightreading music, but terrible at memorizing it.
I hardly ever go out to eat.
I'd rather type an email than talk on the phone.
January is my least favorite month.
I love to read in bed.
I have played the piano since I was six years old, the cello since I was 12, the organ for the past four years, and I've learned a little guitar. I started playing the viola in 5th grade, then in 6th grade I changed and played the double bass for two years.
I've lived in Logan, UT; Bloomington, IN; St. Charles (Chicago), IL; Morgan, UT; Salt Lake City, UT; Orem, UT; and American Fork, UT.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
January 20, 2009
I've reached another historical day....the day Barack Obama is inaugurated as President of the United States of America.
There are a few momentous days I remember from my childhood. I remember being four years old. It was July 20, 1969, we were in the basement to escape the summer heat. My mother told me, "Sit down and watch this. A man is going to walk on the moon!" Our television shared a simple black and white image, a miracle. I watched a man in a funny white suit bounce in slow motion from the lunar lander and touch the ground. It seemed unreal to me then.
This was the same year that I was introduced to a new television show that was perfect for me: Sesame Street. I was the target audience--four years old. I have loved this show my whole life. It taught me about the energy of learning. As I grew older, I still loved watching it. I learned so many songs. I loved the puppets. They mesmerized me. Secretly, I've always wanted to be a writer for Sesame Street. In my career as a teacher I have tried to employ the energy of learning, the quick repetitive, fun segments, moments of reality, song, animation, story, color, and more.
The next year, still before my fifth birthday, I remember my mother encouraging me to watch on our television the funeral procession of our Prophet, David O. McKay. He died on January 18, 1970. He was a special person in my mother's life. Now, looking back, I'm surprised she didn't attend the funeral in person. I recall the black horsedrawn carriage that carried the coffin along the streets of Salt Lake City. I was too young to really know what was going on, but the image of my mother silently weeping has never left me.
The first time, and probably the only time I recall seeing my father cry was when we heard the news that President Harold B. Lee had died. It was December 27, 1973. We were living in Bloomington, Indiana during my father's sabbatical year from USU.
Another day I remember, August 9, 1974, was the day Richard Nixon resigned. For a nine-year-old, I had always liked Nixon's deep voice. Again, I didn't know much about my world. I knew he did some important things with China, but that was about it. During that day and those to follow, the news was all about Nixon and Ford. I immediately liked the new President Ford--he was a golfer and he had a very pretty wife. I liked her hair.
I recall a day, April 30, 1975, in my grandmother's breakfast nook. I was ten. Her little television was on and everyone stopped to hear the news. The War was officially over. War? Were we in a war? Vietnam was foreign to me and I was young enough that I had no knowledge of the turmoil the country had been living through. I realized that I wasn't very smart. I didn't know what was going on in the world.
Today is a day that I will remember. Will my kids remember this historical day? I hope so. I think America is in good hands.
I've reached another historical day....the day Barack Obama is inaugurated as President of the United States of America.
There are a few momentous days I remember from my childhood. I remember being four years old. It was July 20, 1969, we were in the basement to escape the summer heat. My mother told me, "Sit down and watch this. A man is going to walk on the moon!" Our television shared a simple black and white image, a miracle. I watched a man in a funny white suit bounce in slow motion from the lunar lander and touch the ground. It seemed unreal to me then.
This was the same year that I was introduced to a new television show that was perfect for me: Sesame Street. I was the target audience--four years old. I have loved this show my whole life. It taught me about the energy of learning. As I grew older, I still loved watching it. I learned so many songs. I loved the puppets. They mesmerized me. Secretly, I've always wanted to be a writer for Sesame Street. In my career as a teacher I have tried to employ the energy of learning, the quick repetitive, fun segments, moments of reality, song, animation, story, color, and more.
The next year, still before my fifth birthday, I remember my mother encouraging me to watch on our television the funeral procession of our Prophet, David O. McKay. He died on January 18, 1970. He was a special person in my mother's life. Now, looking back, I'm surprised she didn't attend the funeral in person. I recall the black horsedrawn carriage that carried the coffin along the streets of Salt Lake City. I was too young to really know what was going on, but the image of my mother silently weeping has never left me.
The first time, and probably the only time I recall seeing my father cry was when we heard the news that President Harold B. Lee had died. It was December 27, 1973. We were living in Bloomington, Indiana during my father's sabbatical year from USU.
Another day I remember, August 9, 1974, was the day Richard Nixon resigned. For a nine-year-old, I had always liked Nixon's deep voice. Again, I didn't know much about my world. I knew he did some important things with China, but that was about it. During that day and those to follow, the news was all about Nixon and Ford. I immediately liked the new President Ford--he was a golfer and he had a very pretty wife. I liked her hair.
I recall a day, April 30, 1975, in my grandmother's breakfast nook. I was ten. Her little television was on and everyone stopped to hear the news. The War was officially over. War? Were we in a war? Vietnam was foreign to me and I was young enough that I had no knowledge of the turmoil the country had been living through. I realized that I wasn't very smart. I didn't know what was going on in the world.
Today is a day that I will remember. Will my kids remember this historical day? I hope so. I think America is in good hands.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Today is the Day!
Hey, friends and family,
I'm caving to the pressure from my daughter Rebecca. I love to scrapbook and I love the computer and I love the internet. So let's marry the three and see if I can blog. Many of my friends have the cutest spots. I'll be stealing from you along the way, fair warning.
My family is growing faster than I can run~I don't really run, or jump either. They are leaving the nest, going in many directions, and increasing in number. This will be my attempt to keep my extended family and circle of friends included in our dizzying life.
Happy Birthday Dad (76)! I'm creating new-age history for you. Welcome to immortalizaiton.
I'm caving to the pressure from my daughter Rebecca. I love to scrapbook and I love the computer and I love the internet. So let's marry the three and see if I can blog. Many of my friends have the cutest spots. I'll be stealing from you along the way, fair warning.
My family is growing faster than I can run~I don't really run, or jump either. They are leaving the nest, going in many directions, and increasing in number. This will be my attempt to keep my extended family and circle of friends included in our dizzying life.
Happy Birthday Dad (76)! I'm creating new-age history for you. Welcome to immortalizaiton.
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