Tuesday, March 8, 2011

It's a Mouse-Mobile

This has been the bane of my existence in the last few weeks...

What is it? It's a vehicle propelled by a mouse trap, of course. It's Chris' Odyssey of the Mind problem. And every parent with school aged children knows that if your child has a project you have a project. You may be reading this as a parent of young children or no children and saying to yourself, "Not me. That's cheating. My kids will do their own work." But that's one of those silly things that people without experience in the field say. You will help them because watching your child crumble to tears over the impossibility of finishing this on their own will make it impossible for you not to help them. Now, I'm not saying you should do it for them. Just "help" them. And by helping them, you will be the one crumbled on the floor in tears over the impossibility of doing this project. Or maybe that's just me on this particular project.

Now, I'm rambling. That's what this project has done to me. Let's get back to the topic at hand. So that is Chris' Mouse-mobile. A vehicle propelled only by a mousetrap. After months of working with his team to complete it, Saturday was the day he got to present it to the judges. And it worked! Sort of.

I feel I should explain Odyssey of the Mind at this point to those who aren't familiar, as I wasn't. It's not just that they have to invent something that solves the problem presented. That invention has to complete a serious of tasks. The team also has to come up with a story and script to present their invention completing these tasks. They also have to build a set and design costumes. And none of the ideas for this can come from the parents. We can show them how to build it and how to use the tools. But the finished product has to be done by the team. (The judges actually ask the kids, who are awful liars, so as parents you really can't have that much input.) On the day of competition, along with presenting their long term problem, they will be presented with a spontaneous problem. Something they have 10 minutes to solve on the spot, such as "You have 2 Popsicle sticks, a plastic cup, a sheet of paper, and a ping pong ball. Build a structure that can support the weight of 1 team member while protecting the ping pong ball." (That was really one of the spontaneous problems in past years.) In sum, this is the most stressful project we have ever worked through. Too many parts for 10 and 11 year old boys. And yet in the end they pulled it off! Sort of.

I keep saying sort of because none of it really worked during the presentation. But the set looked great, the lines were mostly remembered. And the cars moved, in the wrong direction perhaps, but the important thing is they moved.

All in all, I think it was a good, character building experience for the boy. I highly recommend doing it once. We, however, will never do it again.

But I am proud of my boy. He worked hard and pushed through his frustration. And so did I.

Last minute team meeting before the presentation

Proud of themselves after the spontaneous problem. The stickers say, shhhh!, because they can't tell other teams what the spontaneous problem is and they don't because if anyone doesn't like cheaters it's 10 and 11 year olds!

Getting ready to start the long term problem presentation. Their script was inspired by Tom and Jerry, you know because it's a mouse-mobile. Chris is in all black because he's the crew. That means he didn't have any lines, my shy boy, but he and two other boys were responsible for running the mouse-mobiles through the tasks. He stayed calm and composed the whole time, even though they only sort of worked. It was impressive.

The whole team was older brothers with little sisters. The little sisters thought the boy's show was great. They gave the loudest applause at the end.

And now the mouse-mobile at work. Like I said, it sort of worked. It was supposed to raise the flag. He gets two runs to make it work. The first time the string came unwound from the flag pole, but the car made it to the target point. The second time the car didn't make it to the target point so it didn't raise the flag. But he got points for the car actually running. So we're saying it worked. Sort of. Either way I'm proud of him for keeping his cool and pushing through. In the end he made a vehicle that was actually propelled by a mouse trap. I think that's pretty impressive!

Friday, March 4, 2011

The Plague


Our house has been suffering from what can only be called The Plague. Oh, it's been an awful bug. Coughing, fever, congestion, stomach knots, and aches all over. Blah, is the best word for it. We've been quarantined from the outside world for two weeks now. One by one falling to it helplessly. Even my big strong boy has been struck down. He missed three days of school. On the fourth day I sent him back thinking he could handle it, only to have him come home and crash in exhaustion. So now he's home again with me, sleeping. Oh, I'm ready to be done with this.

Come spring! Come quickly so that we can air out this house of such sickness!

I have to say it's had a nice positive side, though. I've gotten a lot of mama snuggle time and game time with my babies. Even the five foot one. While my heart is sad that we're all sick, the joy of quality time can't be underestimated.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Loved


It's good to be loved.

There are two things that can really show you how loved you are. Being sick and being heartbroken. If your both the love can be overwhelming.

Notes from dear, old friends come flying in by mailbox and inbox. I keep them by my bed and hold them close to my heart when I'm sad. Care packages start showing up on the door step. It's like Christmas in a box. People start showing up on the door step too. People from both near and far, there just to give you hugs and soup. Grandmas and Aunts buy you special treats that look like dolls and video games but are really hugs and kisses in disguise.

Yes, it's good to be loved.

We feel very loved right now. Thank you.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Weekends Are For...


...getting some fresh air. Especially when that air is 75 degrees and the buttercups are coming up.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Away


I've been away.

Literally, I've been away. I piled the kids up and we headed to Charleston. We needed to do a little mending in the company of good friends.

It looked like it was going to be a relaxing weekend until I caught what felt like the flu. It put me to bed by mid-Saturday leaving my dear friend to take care of all seven of our children alone. And like the true rock star mom she is, she ended up giving them a wonderful day while I slept it away. They had a tea party, a water gun fight, and even painted pretty pictures. By the time we loaded up the next day we were all sad to leave. It's good to be taken care of every now and then.

I'm back now.

Healing, physically. Dealing, emotionally.

Time to move forward. Not really sure where forward is taking me but at least I'm moving. I think.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Lovely Cards

I love kid made valentines. I love watching them make them and exchange them with classmates. I love that for a minute they all get along and treat each other kindly.


This year I loved watching each of my kids as they decided who to give certain valentine's cards to.

Sicily gave freely with little care as to the message on the card. She just cared that everyone got one. And more importantly that in giving everyone one, they would give her one back.

Analiese picked out the best ones for her "B.F.Fs.". "To my B.F.F. Molly From your B.F.F. Analiese x0x0." Oh, my.

Chris was very careful as to the message that each card sent. He was especially careful that none of the girls got the wrong idea. He made it very clear that he was only giving out cards because he had to and that he thinks valentine's day is a stupid girl holiday. Oh son, yes, yes it is but that doesn't mean you get out of participating. My boy is growing up, but it's reassuring to know that I have a little bit longer until he's giving a girl a valentine because he wants to. For now, girls still have cooties. I'm ok with that and so is he.

Hope you all had a lovely Valentine's Day.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

A Painting For My Heart



First Kiss, Bouguereau

This painting has been above our bed since the first day we moved in together. We chose it because they fit us. He the passionately aggressive one, always trying to pull me from within myself. Me the guarded reserved one, unsure of how to give myself to him. That's who we were. We've grown up since then and this picture has begun to haunt me. It rips at my heart for the boy and the girl who were. I wonder who they would have become on a different road.

He left a few weeks ago. The split has been on the horizon for awhile now. One night as I crawled into bed alone I realized I couldn't stand to sleep beneath this picture any longer. So I took it down and turned it to the wall. It's who we were and in a twisted way it's who we are. He's still passionately aggressive but it's aimed at a place outside of me. And me, I'm just a different kind of guarded. I'm jaded. I live that reality daily, I don't need the visual reminder. But then I found myself curled up beneath a wall of nothing. I felt my heart go numb from the loss. So I moved the bed.

He came back last week. But that picture will never go back on our wall. It's not who I want to be. It's wrapped up in too much hurt. I need a new picture. The problem is I don't know which one this story will lead me to choose.

My heart wants it to be this one...

Duy Huynh

...but I fear the distance and hurdles to reach this embrace are too great.

So will it be this one?

Moment of Clarity, Duy Huynh

Walking a new road alone?


I'm waiting on the story to unfold.