You know how you can get so wrapped up in pinning things on Pinterest that you never get around to actually doing anything? Well, periodically I am going to share something that I saw on Pinterest and saw it through to completion.
Take these building discs.
The pin came from a blog called Handmade Charlotte but the project originated at Made by Joel. I was excited to find out that Made by Joel has bunches of fun kid projects and cool printable coloring pages. I can't wait to play some more!
So, Joel's discs are bright and colorful. I had visions of using pretty scrapbooking paper to make some of our own but I wanted these to take on the plane--a fun, quiet, easily portable game for the littles--and my time kind of ran out.
I started with cardboard coasters that we got from Sierra Nevada.
No time to cut out cute paper and glue on both sides.
So, I just cut the four slits in all the coasters and stuck them in a bag.
I did throw in some popsicle sticks. They fit in the slits so it adds abother dimension.
She made some super cool upcycled t-shirt hats for her boys.
I want to make one for everybody in the fam! When time allows, I suppose.
But Jono had requested that I make him one for his birthday.
So, I went to work.
She has a great tutorial, complete with patterns, on her blog.
I made just a couple adjustments.
Jono asked that I line it with some fleece for added warmth. Which I did with some material that I upcycled from a pullover. And seeing as I was making it for a full grown boy and not a four-year-old I thought I should add an inch of height to each section.
Now in my defense, I was making this as a present and I couldn't very well have Jono try it on after every step of the process.
So, this was the result.
You can see I over calculated a bit.
The hat is more suited for one of the coneheads from Saturday Night Live.
As soon as he put it on, we both just burst out laughing!
I offered to fix it but my sweet husband refused.
He said because it was my first one it made it even more special!
Both Joe and Trek's teams are orange. The same orange.
You'll have to look for their faces to tell the teams apart.
This is Joe's team. The bears!
That's his game face. And he is such a good little player!
He was one of the top scorers on his team this season.
The bears did such a great job. They learned positions and how to stay in their lanes. The coach did a great job coming up with drills to teach them this stuff. Do you know how are it is to get them out of the mob-ball mentality?! But Coach Shelley did it!
Here are the Mob-ball Champs.
We call them the Sparrows.
I don't think they lost a game all season but nobody keeps score officially.
Except for some overzealous soccer moms. Not me. I'm totally cool with it being a non-competitive, neutral, confidence building event. Truth? Hmmm.
Trek is everybody's cheerleader.
Look at that excitement for his teammate's score!
And here are some of his other amazing moves.
The tongue hanging out. I guess he gets it from his big brother.
He was not shy about pushing his way into the mob to get the ball. And it didn't matter if he got to score or not he was always thoroughly pleased with himself any time he got to kick the ball!
One of my favorite moments was when we look over and he and his teammate are spying down into the cone. They put a cone over a hole in the middle of the field and it was much more interesting than playing the game!
Jono and I were able to get down to the "big city" to celebrate his birthday.
The big city is Sacramento.
It might not qualify for some of you but there are sidewalks there.
And people walk on them to get places.
And there are buses and tall buildings and more concrete than trees.
And lots of stop lights and confusing one-way streets.
And after dark, there are still people out walking the streets.
It has a completely different feel than the small mountain community
where we spend most of our days!
While most of the city is very modern, a small area downtown by the river has been preserved as a historic landmark. For a few days each year (usually around Labor Day), the streets turn to dirt and horses and carriages are the only vehicles allowed through the streets. It's straight from the 1850s.
“Brianna, come and get your breakfast it’s almost time for
school.”I am reading a book.Harry Potter to be exact and it’s
good.I’ve been reading since 4:30 this
morning, but I guess I have to stop.I
walk down the stairs for breakfast.Rubbish.It’s cereal again.I force the everyday cereal down my
throat.Finally, I finish and off to
school I go.
my friends Anne, Tinka, and Fred.I
giggle remembering Fred Weasley from Harry Potter.He’s lucky to be named after someone from
Harry Potter.I walked up to them. “Hey,
I am about to say ‘hey’ back when
my head gets all foggy and I can’t think of anything else but books.It is quite odd.It isn’t any exact type of book, just
books.But, it went as quickly as it came.Anne, Tinka, and Fred were all looking at me
funny.I say ‘hey’ back and try to act
as if nothing happened.I wonder if they
would believe me if I told them about whatever happened a minute ago.
pulled in.I sat by Anne.I made up my mind and decided I should tell
her.I’m closer to her than any of the
three, so it would be safest to talk to her.I try to tell her the exact details.It looks like she’s listening pretty hard.When I finish she’s looking at me more
intently than my likings.Then, out of
the blue, she asks me, “What Harry Potter book are you reading?”I told her I am reading The Order of the
Phoenix and she just nods her head and keeps looking at me intently.It is quite creepy really.Then she tells me to keep a book with me
then the bus pulled into school.We got
off the bus and met back up with Fred and Tinka.We went to class, took roll, and all the
other normal stuff.We have twenty-one
people in our class and ten are absent.TEN!That’s the most we’ve had
absent ever.I look over at Anne.She looked horribly grim.It’s the first time she has looked like that.She’s usually so cheerful.
it’s lunchtime and to my surprise we aren’t the only ones with bad
attendance.At least half the school
must be gone!I got my lunch and sat
down by Anne, Tinka, and Fred.I looked
at Anne.She looked at me. “What’s going on?” I whisper.
at her puzzled.Suddenly the lights go
out.I heard footsteps, then a
screech.I waited for the lights to come
on.I heard what sounded like
fingernails scraping metal.I saw a
bright flash.Then everything was
Anne looked zoned.“That’s a Mlake.They are dark forces.”I listen intently thinking.
“Is there a way to stop the Mlake?”
Anne sighed.“The way is different for all of us.”I waited for a minute.She didn’t say anything so I just ate my
lunch.Suddenly, Anne announced, “I’m
afraid we’ll have to go looking for them.”
“Anne, what do you mean by us?”
“There’s a special society for
people like you and me who have been attacked by the Mlake.We go around the world protecting people like
you who it’s their first time
experiencing the Mlake before.”She
stopped.I understood so far.She started again.“We’re what you call W.O.T.C.H.E.R.S.—Wilds,
Olameers, Teams, Coes, Halameers, Ecutes, Ralameers.W.O.T.C.H.E.R.S. are what you call all of us,
but those are just the steps.Right now
you’re a Wild.”She grinned as she said
So we’re going to go looking
forthe Mlake?” I asked.
“Not until we find out your secret
“How do we find my secret weapon?”
I asked much too cheerfully.
“We just test out things that you
like and see if it has the power against the Mlake.”Just then, the bell rang to go to class.When I walked into class, I remembered the
lot of kids absent.I looked at
Anne.She just said it was okay, the
Mlake just took them to scare me and they would be back.
It is the time of day where the
teacher reads aloud.I jot down a list
of things that I like.It was everything
I could think of from waterslides down to snowflakes.After school, Anne and I walked to my
house.The whole way we talked about
what were the most logical things for me to try.When we got home we took everything into
action.We tried for hours, but nothing
worked.When we were done Anne looked
confused.I thought of everything I
tried and what we didn’t.I read the
list aloud, “Waterparks, bowling, drawing, skiing, snowboarding, waterskiing,
tubing, sledding, watching the snow fall, and dragons.”Anne collapsed on my bed and groaned, “We’ve
tried all that.”
Suddenly, the lights went out.I heard a terrible screech and a bang.I heard Anne call my name.Just then, I remembered the ‘vision’ I had
earlier today.Books!I grabbed one and opened it.There was a bright light that lit the room
and I could see it was coming from the book.I saw the most horrible creature leave and not turn back.
The next day at school we had perfect
attendance.I looked at Anne.She looked at me.“This may be the first time, but it won’t be
the last that you will have to fight the Mlake,” she whispered.
Well, he is a very good crower. All day long. And then he made the mistake of attacking Jonathan. (He has this effect on animals. Maybe his legs are just too long?) And we don't really want tiny chicks in our morning breakfast. I think you see where I'm going with this.
The rooster had to go.
We did some research and came across this very helpful blog on how to butcher a chicken. It takes you through the whole process step by step. With pictures. Very helpful.
The first step is to catch the chicken. We did not have a large net like the helpful blog suggested and we didn't want our first kill to be in front of the kids. We just didn't know what would happen exactly. What did happen was I herded the rooster into the shed with the canoe paddle (it took several attempts because we didn't want to take out the layers in the process and they kept following the rooster right into the shed). Then, Gard-dawg took him out with the other paddle. Away from the eyes of the curious, innocent children.
Next, he took the rooster out and, well, chopped his head off.
It's what the instructions said.
At this point, we could contain the children no longer. "Is he dead? Did you kill him, Daddy?"
Their reactions were pretty predictable.
Joe and Trek were thrilled by the gore.
Dylan wanted to follow with his brothers but just not sure about it.
Abby chose not to look.
Jonathan took care of the rest of the cleaning of the rooster by himself.
Fellow blogger Emily from The Anderson Crew sends out the call every Thursday to get in front of the camera with your kids (or spouse or friends). So that when they are all grown they will have some sort of proof that you were actually there. Documentation is a good thing. I have documented all sorts of moments in their lives so far. From the first day of school to that mysterious dinosaur egg/rock that they discovered. I take pictures of them all the time.
I didn't think it would be a big deal to snap a picture with me in it with them.
These two weren't too hard because I can still catch them.
This one was being goofy and preteen-ish and didn't want to look like she might like her mother.
But we did get one eventually.
This one acts like he doesn't want to be in pictures at all! Much less with his mother putting her arms around him. I mean, gross. He ran. I employed the help of his siblings. I tried tackling.
Maybe I should have busted out the pig-nose-hold that I used in my hog wrestling days.
This worked somewhat.
I don't want to forget to document this guy either.
He's my love and friend that has committed to walking through this crazy life with me.
We gotta remember how we were just then in that moment.
Thanks for the challenge, Em.
It was a physical challenge but I hope it will be a treasure for my little rascals one day.
It's a treasure for me now.
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