The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

Because I’m Happy!

We spent part of our spring break in St. Louis.  Clay’s home office is there so we dropped him off to work and we went to have fun.

IMG_2753Clay’s office is located just down the street from Busch Stadium, home of the St. Louis Cardinals.IMG_2757It is a beautiful office building with a fabulous view.IMG_2759It takes so little to impress us and even less to entertain us.IMG_2767My older two hadn’t been to the Science Center for many years, so that’s where we went.  The first stop was to master the flight simulators.IMG_2770This is outside the planetarium.  I was all about the selfies this trip.IMG_2773A sign said, “Do not feed or climb on dinosaurs.”  So, we just ran from them and poked them with large sticks.IMG_2782Technically, this is not climbing, it’s planking, captaining, and riding, so…

 

IMG_2822And the dino asked me to dance, so….still legit. IMG_2792

My kids built the arch.  Yep, they did.  My heart just about burst watching the four of them together.  Because, how many more of these moments do I really have left?  My guess is, not many.  Ellen is already out on her own and Seth is graduating this year. They are spreading their wings faster than I can catch them by the tail feathers and make them sit down and be a BABY!IMG_2795 IMG_2796 IMG_2798 IMG_2800 IMG_2803 IMG_2809I’m having a major Mom Moment right now.  I’m so proud of these four ridiculous human beings.  They are my reason for doing just about everything I do.

IMG_2810I’m amazed that I get to be their mom.  I hope I make them as proud as they make me.  I hope they love their children even more than I love them.  I know I’m going to love their children a ridiculous amount, so that may not be possible.IMG_2818 We ended the day by finding a very hip coffee shop that also made gellato in an old part of the city.  I love visiting St. Louis with my kids, we are such a rag-tag bunch of Kansans, but dad-gum we’re happy!

The Social Media Child Rearing Blogger, that’s me.

I recently attended a class for parents of teenagers.  The topic of discussion was media and social networking.  I decided not to participate in the discussion and opted to listen to the input from the parents.  I noticed that the parents of younger children were very against their children ever participating in any social media and the parents of older teens discussed how they carefully try to navigate monitoring their children’s involvement with their devices.

I decided I was the teenager in the room.

I have a blog, I love Facebook, I was on Twitter before it became the hot hang-out for teens, I have Snap Chat and Instagram and I text.  What am I missing?

Obviously, I wasn’t going to stand up and say, “Dudes! Yo! Screens forever!”

Because that would be bad and I might lose my reputation as overly-protective-slightly-ignorant-homeschooling-pansy-Christian-blonde.  And that would be, well I could stand to lose a few adjectives.

So, I sat there listening to the parents give their input about the trust they have to put into their teens when they walk out the door and hope that they aren’t assaulted with images on Joey Nogood’s phone on the bus or in the hall or wherever.

And that made me want to hide my children in a hole until they are 25, but then they would be super pale and socially inept……wait.  Uh, erm, might have that going on without the hole.

Still I was not opening my mouth to say anything, because I was enjoying the banter of these parents.  Some of them were wise to the fact that FaceBook is so yesterday and if you want to know the real kid just follow their Twitter and if that shocks you then you can only imagine what that kid is Snapchatting and Instagramming  and none of it would be Pintrest worthy, I promise.

Do I need to insert that as I type this my 19yo daughter is laying practically in my lap while surfing Pintrest and my 8yo is shoving a Calvin and Hobbes book in my face every few minutes, “Mom! Read this. Read the whole page.  It’s really funny.  Read it.”  I have yelled, “NO Get that out of my face!” several times to no avail and I’m passed kindly asking my daughter if she could choose any of the other three chairs in the room, “GET OFF ME CHILD!” 

Obviously, my family does not have issues with being together.

I gained some insight from the class and decided there were some things I could monitor more closely.  Hopefully, my children will have a strong moral compass by the time they leave the confinement of our home, but there is always the chance that they could be sucked into the dark world of selfies and hashtags.

I’m not going to tell you how we manage/monitor/control the use of social media in our home.  I think it’s wise that we talk about it with our kids all the time.  Hopefully, they will learn discernment and keep their head on straight without causing their parents to worry about them constantly.

I need to go update my status.  Snapchat you later!

The Hair and The Run

The week before Thanksgiving I got a bug in my bonnet and decided to chop off my hair.  Actually, I had Ellen hack it off….then I was all like, “Holy crap balls! What did I just do?”

Then I spent the next week trying to figure out how to style it and taking photos of myself in the mirror.  I learned just recently that these photos are called ‘selfies’.  Please ignore my messy bedroom, it’s beyond help.  I’m looking forward to the day that I can have a professional cut my hair.  It will be such a luxury.

While I was busy chopping off my locks and using every hair product known to man, Clay was in the kitchen making cheesecakes.  This was the night before Thanksgiving as he was making a chocolate cheesecake with absolutely no help from his older two children.  He’s thinking about moving onto breads.  I like that idea, because my thighs can’t handle too many more of his cheesecakes.

Thanksgiving morning we ran a 5k.   We called it the Phillips’ Family 5k, sponsored by Coal Creek Farm, so we felt official. My eyes are closed because I was praying to God that I wouldn’t die.

Clay and I won first place in our age categories. It helped that we were the only participants in the race, but still. Oh!  And I won, best hair style!

Directly after this photo, Clay had to help me limp to the van and I limped all week and the next week and the next week….because of this stupid thing called a stress fracture.  Fun!  So my running has been on hold until it heals. But, I’m glad I got to finish the dad-gum race!

The winner of the race was…her.  Yeah, running track in college might give her a slight advantage over the rest of us. She made sure her little/giant brother knew who won.

On another note, I’m not sure why Seth wore the oldest, nastiest pair of shoes he owns…..wait, I think those are the only pair of shoes he owns.

Seth would like everyone to know that he will take donations toward a shoe fund or a ski fund, same thing really.