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Sep 09 2009

Air Hockey

When I was much younger, I lived in a small town and went to a small school. Across the street was a little store. We'd buy burritos for lunch and play Space Invaders, Centipede, and Foosball. I'll admit it, back in the day, I was the reigning Foosball champion!

A few summers ago, at camp with out teenagers, another leader and I discovered we both liked Foosball. And Air Hockey. A lot. So we spent some time playing the teens. I'll admit it, I'm not the reigning champion anymore.

Last fall, I was at my dear friend's 40th birthday party and somehow we got to talking about things that we like to do and games that we like to play. I mentioned that I'd love to have an Air Hockey table some day. Turns out, one of them just happened to have an Air Hockey table sitting in their garage because they'd taken up Ping Pong. (Another sport I'm learning to enjoy!) Anyway, soon after, my family became the proud owners of an Air Hockey table. Yippee!

Yes, seriously!

The thing about our family and air hockey is that it's probably not quite what you imagine air hockey to be. First, we're a competitive family. Yes, it's true. We play to win. That means the adults will play against five year olds and still want to win. But we also know how to have fun, and we can laugh out loud and cheer for the others when they lose. Because we're just like that. And we make it to where the younger ones don't mind losing, because it was so much fun to play! And when certain…er…children beat someone older, well, they know it's because, frankly, they earned it!

Sometimes we have problems with our table. For some reason, when certain children/friends get excited, the plastic puck tends to leave the table. I'm not sure why. But the puck has been known to land in my Christmas tree, my hair, my forehead, behind my bookshelf, under the hockey table, and many other places as well. Sometimes the Drama Queen has to be redirected a little. She has to be reminded that while she is very excited, our ears can't take the screaming anymore and our faces can't take the plastic pucks coming at us at full speed. Really.

Oh, and that's another thing. When we play, it gets really loud. And the faces are hilarious! Because really, it's not just tossing a puck across the table, it's a family event.

Yup, it's just the way we are.

Written by Mama Vivas · Categorized: Family, Friendship, Humor

Sep 07 2009

Good Times

Today, we decided to have a family day. It's the first time in a long time that we've had the family home, with no school, work, appointments, or anything else. So we went bowling this morning before the crowds hit!

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And we had fun! We laughed when the Smart One through his ball backwards and shared the story of when Mom did the same thing the first time she ever bowled…and how Dad laughed at her, just like we were laughing at him! And we cheered! And we begged the Drama Queen to please not scream so loudly each time she got a strike…and she got a lot of them, which was just unfair!

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And some of us learned new things!

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And for some, it took a bit longer…

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But that's ok, because we had fun! And then we went home and hubby made amazing hamburgers while some of us painted, because painting has become a serious hobby for us! Seriously, those hamburgers were so good! And then hubby took care of..well, the bird that flew into our window while we tried to keep the dogs from attacking it, because, if there is one thing about our family, there just cannot be a day with absolutely no drama!

And then some of the kids did the Hannah Montanna Ho-down while we watched and laughed.

And then, after everyone was settled, B-boo and I, along with our good friend, watched Alias…like, three episodes…because, well, because we wanted to.

And there was nothing to interrupt us. 

Because today was a free day!

Written by Mama Vivas · Categorized: Family, Friendship, Humor

Sep 04 2009

Laughable Moments #18

Chicken Noodle Butt.

That boy is crazy. He really is. He won't stop talking. He won't sit still. He's five. 

He's rolling around. Attempting cartwheels. Attempting somersaults. Attempting back flips.

This morning, he has my big fuzzy blanket. He was flattening it out…putting a lot of effort into it, so B-boo asked him what he was doing.

"I'm making a burrito."

OK.

So he's hopping around as a burrito and having a fun time doing it. This goes on for at least five minutes.

Then he falls. Flat on his face. He struggles to get out. He jumps up.

He shouts, "I'm OK!" and smiles real big.

He's back in his burrito again. Crazy, I tell you, crazy!

Written by Mama Vivas · Categorized: Family, Humor, Laughable Moments

Sep 02 2009

Living

This morning I woke up. I think it was more than just waking up in the physical sense, but the spiritual sense as well. God had placed it on my heart to pray and then pray some more. So I did. Then He reminded me that He was still in control; I wasn't. I'm not. And then He threw a test at me…first thing this morning! And I started to blow it, but then remembered to stop, drop, and roll, pray and give it back to Him.

So this morning, instead of attending meetings that were beyond anything I could do, I prayed while others met. Then I took my kids to school. And then, well, Isa and I went shopping for those art supplies I'd been promising her for the past two weeks. I was reminded that as much as I am trying to help another little girl who's had so many promises to her broken, I was starting to do a bit of the same thing to my own daughter. And so, we printed off those coupons and away we went!

We picked out paints and figurines and talked about the Christmas village we'll paint. We talked about how my oldest son and I painted those first pieces and how some have been broken over the years. We shared memories of the past and planned to make memories in the future.

Not long after we got home, I recieved some great advice. I was reminded to be grateful and live. And so we did. We painted. Then we went and visited my niece together and came home and sat down to paint some more. Before we knew it, B-Boo had decided to join in. Then, the Talented One came over. Ok, not to paint, but to join in the fun of sitting around the table and being together. Laughing. Loving. Living. And so we did. And it was a great day. A peaceful day. A day well lived.

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Some of our Masterpieces

Written by Mama Vivas · Categorized: Faith, Family, Homeschooling, Humor

Aug 31 2009

Storms

I love a good storm. I love it when the sky is dark and the heavens pour out. I love the thunder and lightening that comes with it! I love the SMELL of the rain; the anticipation of a good storm, and the dew that's left after wards. To me, there is nothing better than a good rain storm in the fall. That's the best.

In the midst of a storm, I love to cuddle up with a good book and hot coco and sit by an open window, listening to the downpour. Or, cuddle up with a child and read a book, and talk about the rain.

Today, we've started another type of storm. As I sat with my niece in a waiting room, coloring, she explained her page to me. It was of a mermaid. Simple. But this mermaid was sitting under a dark sky of dark clouds. I asked her why the dark clouds, and she said it was because Jesus was crying. I told her that I loved a good storm, it made me feel good.

As the day wore on, we cuddled, we talked, we shared. She asked me at one point why did I have tears. I explained to her that it makes me sad when she is sad. She hugged me and we went on.

She's going to be gone for a while, and I will miss her. She's allowed one phone call each night. She mentioned to someone earlier that she'd like to call her momma. I'll admit I struggle with that, but at the same time, I'm ok with it. A bit ago the phone rang; it was her. She needed me. She missed me. She wants to know when can she come home. To me. And the storm started.

And then the phone rang again. Only this time, it was her momma, asking if I had received the call…because she hadn't. And her storm started. It's not about me, is it?

Earlier today, I was so angry, I wanted to scream. It's not fair, I wanted to cry out. Why? I asked. Why?

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord.

And He knows the plans He has for the rest of them. And if it takes a storm, then it takes a storm.

So, Bring the Rain, Lord, Bring the Rain.

"Bring me joy, bring me peace


Bring the chance to be free

Bring me anything that brings

You glory

And I know there'll be days

When this life brings me pain


But if that's what it takes to praise You

Jesus, bring the rain"

Written by Mama Vivas · Categorized: Faith, Family, Health, RAD (Reactive Attachment Disorder)

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