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Here you will find scattered pictures from my point and shoot camera, random thoughts from my little world, treasured memories of days gone by, hopeful dreams of the days yet to come, and a bunch of ideas - because I've always got ideas!

Monday, March 30, 2015

Signs of Spring

Today Feintsje, Zeke, and I went for a walk to look for signs of spring.

First we noticed that although we did need our jackets, it was warmer than yesterday, and there was NO snow.  That's always good.

Next we saw that the maple trees looked red.  Soon that red will be all over the sidewalks, but for now it's pretty in the trees.

The squirrels were busy, robins were flying about, and all the other birds were being noisy.

Also, there was bunny poop. Lots and lots of bunny poop.

In the backyard we startled a bunny who quickly bounded away into the next yard.  It also startled us, even though we were looking for it.  

Little green shoots were pushing up through the last old piles of fall leaves that didn't get picked up before the snow fell in November.

And then Feinstje noticed it. The best of all the signs of spring.  A tiny purple flower.  He asked if he could pick it to bring inside and put in a jar.  And so we did.

Monday, March 23, 2015

It Is Monday Again

Famke was here in the afternoon, as she was not feeling well, again.  Poor girl.

But after a bit of rest she perked up and was happy to  join me in drawing random things.

These are very small drawings.  She did a "spot on" drawing of my coffee cup.
 I attempted to draw a beach scene with birds from a picture I took last year.  Have I mentioned lately how much FUN I am having?  Oh,  I did.  Yes.  I did.
 When Jonge got here he showed us how to make origami boats.
And this is an Easter basket.  Seriously.  I am having sooo much fun!

First Date Anniversary

Today is the FORTY FIRST anniversary of my first date with THGGM.

How weird is it, that it only seems like yesterday.

And how much weirder still that I can hardly remember yesterday!

Tonight he brought me six yellow tulips.

And then he got sick.

He never gets sick, but it's been going around here quite a bit lately.

How Sweet Is This?!

A school fund raiser that uses the child's actual art work!  Soon I shall be the happy owner of THREE mugs with art work especially made for this.  Oh, this diabetic grandma LOVES this!

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Even on Wednesdays We Make Things

 Today was Feintsje's day to not feel so well.  He was up to stamping with his cars and truck stamps.  And he is crazy about the number stamp, so that entertained him for a while.
 But then he got tired, and asked to watch his favorite shows on TV.

Since it isn't wise for me to move a dining room table covered in stamps and stamp pads and markers and pencils into the den, I grabbed a few things and followed him in there.
While he enjoyed Caillou and Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood I drew pictures of coffee cups.
In my defense, he did keep bumping my arm.  But he is cute and cuddly, so I don't mind.  Much.

I also drew a picture of Buzz Lighyear's detached arm.  No one can find the rest of Buzz.  I'm sure that some night we will awaken to the sound of Buzz announcing "To infinity, and beyond!" and I will know that he is still with us, somewhere.  But for now, I keep finding things to do with his arm.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Sixty Five Degrees

 Monday afternoon it reached sixty-five degrees.
Baseball is in the air!
 Of course, it didn't last.  Today was cold, yet sunny.  But we shall take what we can get!

On Monday

 Of course, on Monday we make things!  Famke joined us for the day, as she had been quite sick the day before.  Another day with the kinetic sand.  And of course, colored pencils, markers, and rubber stamps!
 I have TONS of rubber stamps.  There truly is something for everyone.

 Everything is still out on the table at 10:41 on Tuesday night, so there is a good chance that we shall make things on Wednesday too.  One can always hope...

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Famke's Sleep Over

Friday night was Famke's turn to spend the night.  She chose to have dinner at Arnie's AND breakfast at Arnie's!  I like this, as I could eat every meal there.  In between eating at Arnie's we did all the usual fun stuff like shopping at Michael's, playing with our American Girl dolls, coloring, and adding elements to pictures on Picmonkey.com.
 After breakfast we got to watch her participate in her last gymnastic class.  Wow.  I got tired just watching her!  She LOVED her class, and I am so glad we got to witness her excitement as she totally immersed herself in something just for her.

Playing with Picmonkey.com

Famke and I had fun Friday night decorating pictures with  Picmonkey.com.  So much to choose from!  Of course, one might think that less is more, but not when you are seven years old.  No.  Only more is more.  At seven she already has her own design ideas.  She even has a "look".  I am excited to see her style develop as time goes on.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Before I Forget That This Actually Happened

On many occasions in the past few years I have had people ask me if I would be interested in caring for more children.  My answer is always a firm, resounding NO.  For one, I am not a licensed day care provider, which means I cannot care for children who are not in my family.  I am just a tired old Beppe who is wary of leaving her home. You know, because of people.  I'm not crazy, but I do dabble in it a bit here and there.

But in December, an incident happened with which I am not proud.  No.  So not proud.  It verifies why one should not even consider leaving their children here.  Surprisingly, my children still choose too.

Of course,  I CAN explain myself.  And also place the blame somewhere else.  Because I was not alone with six children at the time.  No.  So very not alone.  Pake was here also, and he was the one who gave permission which I certainly would not have done.

It went something like this:

Pake was home.  Four of my charges asked him if they could play outside.  It was December.  It was in the 30's.  There was no snow, but it was clearly winter.  Not playing-outside-weather.  Not at all. But, Pake agreed to let them run down the street so see if the neighbor kids were available to play. The charges had on winter coats, hats, mittens.., everything necessary for playing outside in Michigan.

The two oldest charges returned, saying that their friends didn't want to play outside.  Because it was too cold.  The other two where playing with one of the young neighbors.  Pake disappeared at some point in this story, which Pake is wont to do on occasion.

Soon the two middle charges appeared in front of me, sporting bright red checks, saying that their friend went inside because it was too cold and could they play in the backyard?

Well of course I said yes!  I LOVE our backyard.  It is nicely fenced in.  Nobody but ME ever wants to play in the backyard, they always want to play in the driveway or on the sidewalk.  Even though I thought it was too cold outside, I agreed easily to this and went about changing diapers, wiping noses, and keeping the youngest charge from scaling to the top of the piano.  Or something like that, all while knowing that the middle two were safe within the confining embrace of our very own fenced in backyard.

Some time passed.  The second of my charges appeared in front of me asking where the middle two where.  I told her that they were playing in the backyard.  She reappeared, saying that nobody was in the backyard.

I sent this one out to look for them while I scrambled to find a safe way to locate Pake without leaving anyone else alone.

As I was searching for Pake, I looked out the window to see charge number three running down the sidewalk from the direction of the neighbors house wearing NO coat, NO hat, NO mittens, NO shoes, and NO socks.

Insert here the horror you can imagine I am feeling at the time.

I cannot even remember exactly how the rest of this plays out.  As soon as I got charge three into the house I see charge two running down the sidewalk carrying a large bundle of coats and such in one arm, while holding the hand of charge number four who is struggling to keep up.

It took me awhile to get the story from them.  Mostly because at that moment my biggest concern wasn't WHAT happened, but getting them warmed up before hypothermia set in.  Charge number three warmed up quickly under a fleecy blanket.  Charge number four was feeling the effects on his tiny three year old fingers and toes.  It was painful.  I do not know exactly how long they were in their shoes and sockless situation, but it had to have been less than ten minutes.  Yet ten minutes is waaaay to long to be without proper clothing in 30 degree temperatures, no matter how old you are.

The rest of the story came out after it was determined that everyone was fine and no emergency room visits were necessary.  For this I truly thank God.

Apparently, as the story unfolded, when charge three and four's friend went back inside her warm home, the two who appeared in front of me were not asking to play in OUR backyard, but in the neighbor's backyard.  I was clearly reminded that what they said was could they play IN THE BACKYARD, they never said which backyard.  This, sadly is true.  I do believe they were vague for a reason.  I never agree to playing in other people's yards if they are not also present.

Charge three looked up, noticed how bright and sunny the day was, and really really really wanted to play on the neighbor's swing set and in the neighbor's sandbox.  We do not have those in our backyard.  No.  We do not.  We have rocks, a deflated swimming pool, and a dead tree.

So these two happily went back down the street (three houses down) and into the NEIGHBORS backyard.  Charge three commented to charge four that they never played in a sandbox, or slid down a slide while wearing shoes.  I don't believe this to be true, but you probably would have fallen for it too if you were listening to them passionately explain this.  Off came the shoes.  Off came the socks. Then you know what else seemed weird?  Playing in a sandbox and sliding down a slide while being barefooted yet still wearing a coat and hat.  So, those came off too.  I believe that the mittens went way before this.

There you have it.

Still want me to watch your kids?  I think not.  Therefore, I won't.