When nobody's watching...

Steve recently purchased an iPad...and it's tough to say who's having more fun with it—him, or the kids. I haven't put my hands on it much, mostly out of fear that once I do, I'll never want to give it back!

As I was loading some files onto it for an upcoming road trip, pictures popped up that the kids took using the "Photobooth" feature. They struck me so funny that I laughed to the point of tears.

Ever wonder where the term "button nose" came from?

Who could resist lips like these?

While an "hourglass figure" might be nice, when it comes to faces, not so much...

This one gives new meaning to the name "block head"!

While as adults, we all strive for the best possible head shot, it cracks me up that the kids find such humor and delight in unattractive photo shoots.

For all the blogstalkers out there thinking of snatching my kids and selling them into a world of child slavery, take a look at these photos and move on. With mugs like these, no one will want them!

You know you're really a housewife when....

Twelve years ago, Steve and I bought our first house. I was pregnant with Olivia, and we found a new development out in Pittsburg that we could actually afford. We were so excited!

We watched the house go from concrete slab to framed to finished over the course of a few months. Every weekend, we'd drive out from our tiny rental house in San Bruno to check on the progress.

With a new house came the need for new appliances. We bought our first refrigerator, and our very own washer and dryer.

That washer and dryer have moved with us to 3 different houses, and done approximately 4,500 loads of wash over the last 12 years. Last week, I noticed a pool of water coming from underneath the washing machine. I mopped it up, and then did another load. Another pool of water. A few calls to friends and appliance repairmen made me realize that fixing the machine would not be worth it...so it was time to replace the old and faithful friend.

Even though the dryer is still working fine, we opted for a matching set, and I convinced Steve that the laundry room could use some color. After some consumer shopping, I decided on these beauties:

They were delivered today, and are even more beautiful in person. I actually want to do laundry! I smile just walking into the laundry room, and when the little chime song goes off signaling the end of the cycle, I'm jumping up and running in there. There are so many more options and bells and whistles than what I'm used to...it will be a while before I have them figured out.

The fact that I'm so excited about household appliances is a sign to me that I either a) need to get a life, or b) find great joy and satisfaction in the care and keeping of my amazing family, or c) a little of both.

Swimming with the Sharks!

It's swim season again . . . which means that from now through July, our family will be spending about 15% of our waking hours poolside at swim practice.

For as long as he's been able to talk, Grant has been talking about being a Shark, being on swim team, and yearning for the day when he could join his big brother and sister in the pool. After taking swim lessons all winter, his swimming skills were strong enough that we decided to give it a try.

Last night was the first practice. As we were loading everything in to the car, Grant said "When I'm a Shark, I'm going to kill everybody!" I looked at him and said "That's not a nice thing to say Grant - we don't kill people." He looked up at me and said "No mom, that just means I'm going to swim faster than everybody else!"

We got to the pool, and when the coaches called, Grant got lined up and ready to go. When Coach Frank told him to jump in and swim his inaugural lap, he did just fine.

The nervous laughter you hear in the background is me. I couldn't believe my baby was swimming. Up until last night, he'd never swam a full 25 meters before, and I wasn't sure if he'd be able to make it. Not only did he make it, he swam nearly half the length of the pool without taking a breath! One of the assistant coaches was walking along the pool deck as he swam, yelling "Take a breath Grant!" I don't know if it was fear, nerves, or pure adrenaline!

For 30 straight minutes, that little body swam back and forth across the pool.

When he climbed out and got wrapped up in his towel, he had a grin from ear to ear.

While he may be the youngest and smallest Shark on the team, his determination is right up there with the big dogs!

My baby . . . she wrote me a letter!

Our girl comes home today—and I can't wait! I woke up this morning feeling almost giddy with excitement!

Yesterday, the trusty postman dropped a letter in the mailbox. He must have known how desperate I was getting to hear from her! This is what it had to say:

Guess the intimacy with slime is part of the curriculum and wasn't just my camp counselor playing a dirty trick. And while she may be growing up, here's hoping the "gross-ness" of that first kiss stays with her for a while . . .

Letting go . . .

I sent my baby girl off to Science Camp this week. She's been looking forward to this week for months—maybe even years. It's a rite of passage of sorts . . . a week in the woods with her class, and no parents hovering about. No electronics (including cell phones) were allowed, so she's completely out of reach.

For months, I've known this was coming and I was so excited for her! I kept thinking back to my own version of science camp, called Outdoor School, when I was in 5th or 6th grade. I had the best time. At least I think I did. My only real memory of the week was having to lick a banana slug to test out the natural anesthetic properties of its slime . . .

As the day of her departure got closer, the realization of her leaving began to sink in. The thought of not seeing her, of not hugging her, or kissing her goodnight, of not hearing her giggle or talk (or even talk back . . .) for an entire 5 days started to fill me with a bit of sadness.

The night before she left, I sat down to write her a few letters to send for her to open each day. As I told her how much I loved her, how happy I was that she got to have this amazing adventure, and how lucky I was to be her mom, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I figured I'd get all the tears out and be done and ready to send her off with a smile.

Monday morning, I got up early and came down to make pancakes for a special breakfast. When Olivia walked in the kitchen, the floodgates opened up. Between my quiet sobs, I managed to squeak out "I'm sorry if I cry honey, I'm not sad . . . I just love you so much."

She came over and gave me a big hug. As she looked up at my teary eyes, she smiled and said "Geez mom. If you're crying like this when I'm just going to Science Camp for a week, what are you going to do when I leave for college?"

We lugged all her stuff to school, underwent some last minute instructions and direction from her teacher, and then it was time to go.

As she passed by me walking out to the bus and saw me with my camera aimed and ready to click, she shot me a look of death and said "Come ON Mom, seriously?"

I wasn't the only one snapping photos!

Bags were packed with a week's worth of clothes, sleeping bags and pillows rolled together, and there was a mad dash to get on the bus.

Olivia waited patiently with her best buddies—they were the last ones to get their bags stashed below the bus.

I watched her line up with her class before boarding the bus, all of them equally filled with excitement and anticipation of what was to come. I wondered how we got to this point.

When did this little person who filled me with so much joy and love . . .

become this big person that gives so much joy and love to everyone she meets?

The house feels a little empty this week. My heart feels even more empty. It's amazing how the dynamics of our family change with one person gone. I frequently find my thoughts turning to her. Wondering what she's doing, if she's warm enough, if she likes the food, if she's remembering to brush her teeth. And then the tears start up, and I have to distract myself with something else for a while.

The boys both miss their big sister. Grant keeps saying funny things like "I can't believe Olivia is old enough to go Science Camp. I miss her . . ." Jack has said several times "I really miss Olivia. I can't wait til she comes home."

I know that no matter how many times I watch my child drive away, I'll feel that tug in my heart. And yet, letting them each go is a necessary part of life. And when that day comes in a few years when Olivia drives away for good, she'll be ready.

I wish I could say the same for me.

In her words . . .

When I woke up my computer this morning, I saw an essay Olivia wrote for school this week. She's become quite independent in her homework, which is wonderful! She was working on it last night before bed, and I didn't see it when she finished.

Apparently, at least in her mind, life isn't easy at 11.

"In my family, I am the oldest. There are some advantages and disadvantages about being the oldest. There is no one older to pick on you or make you feel like a “kid”. Being the oldest makes me feel older than I am. It also gives me more responsibility. It can be cool but can get uncool so fast.

An advantage is there is no one to pick on you. I think if I had an older sibling, they would make me feel like a “kid” because I’m not as old as them. Luckily though, that isn’t my case.

Another advantage is that it makes me feel older than I really am. My two brothers always look up to me for advice, which could or couldn’t be a good thing. It stinks because I am the role model for my brothers and I have to be pretty much on my beat behavior when I’m around them. It is mostly a good thing though.

A disadvantage is that it gives me more responsibility. I probably have 3 times more chores that I do and I probably have 10 times more homework than them. I could list my daily chores and homework but that could take a while.

Being the oldest comes with a lot of responsibility (and chores). Everyone has an important part in their family, no matter how much they love it or hate it. I always keep in mind that things are the way they are for a reason so just stick with it and things will turn around (hopefully)."

It's funny to me how she thinks she has so many chores. We have a housekeeper that comes every two weeks so there's no real scrubbing of toilets, floors, or showers. We have a gardener that does the yard, so she doesn't have to mow the lawn, trim trees, or pull weeds. I do the laundry, though I do ask the kids to put their own clothes away. Her chores literally consist of unloading one rack in the dishwasher, keeping her room picked up, feeding her rabbit, setting the dinner table, and a few extra odds and ends. But to hear her tell it, we're running a child labor camp.

"Extreme Room Makeover" - Teenage Style!

When Olivia turned 5, we had just moved into our house in Fremont, and I wanted to decorate her room. I bought an adorable quilt from Pottery Barn Kids, painted and hung a wallpaper border. It was darling.

This was the day we said good-bye to our house in Fremont,

and the only picture I could find of her room!

Fast forward a few years, and she started begging for a makeover. She wanted something "more grown up . . . more teenager-y". When she turned 10, we ditched the cutesy quilt and replaced it with a bold polka dot comforter set, but the walls still screamed "little girl"! I kept promising her we'd paint.

Then we decided to move!

Olivia picked out her room in the new house. Her choice?

She opted for a smaller bedroom and closet than the other options, because this room had its own bathroom attached.

When we first saw the house, we thought this room had a 1/2 bath, not a full.

It's an itty-bitty bathroom—when the door is open, the shower is out of view.

But it's all hers, and she loves it!

We promised her that we'd redo her room this year, in honor of her turning 12 and graduating from Primary at church into the Young Women program—a big step for her. But we told her that whatever we did to her room now had to last her until she leaves for college in 6 years (did I just say that? Is she really leaving for college in 6 years????)

For almost a year now, she's been poring through PB Teen catalogs, trying to picture various bedding sets and room designs. Some seemed too trendy, others too bright, others were still too "young" to last through high school. A few weeks back, she landed on this.

The set seemed to be the perfect combination of fun and bright, and something that she won't outgrow too quick.

Then came the task of picking a paint color. She wanted something bright. I wanted something tasteful, yet feminine. We brought Steve in on the planning, and he quickly came up with a color scheme that sounded perfect.

Over the weekend, we transformed the room.

Three walls are a blue-ish lavender color. The wall where her window and mirrored closet are is a chocolate brown.

We splurged on a plush brown rug for the floor, it looks great!

We bought the mirror to hang above her dresser, filling up a blank wall and adding some style.

We still need to hang a few pictures and re-cover a bulletin board to break up the wall between her desk and bed.

Her bathroom is a bright pink. And I mean BRIGHT!

We may do away with the monkey artwork. . . a remnant of younger years.

She'll have no trouble feeling cheerful being in there as she wakes up early in the morning, although she may have some trouble when it comes time to learning to tastefully apply makeup . . .

When all was said and done, I couldn't believe how beautiful it turned out. The pictures don't do it justice. It literally looks like it belongs in a magazine. I have to give Steve a lot of the credit here - he has such an eye for colors and design, and is able to pick out little detaily finishing touches to tie it all together (he picked out the pink lamp on the nightstand . . . it ties in the bathroom color and the pink on the quilt perfectly!)

Olivia is floating on Cloud-9, and has promised to keep her room as neat and tidy as it is today for the rest of her years here.

I won't hold my breath!