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Bonny Annie’s Dream-Come-True

Last week Bonny Annie went to a weekend camp with our church.  She was soooooo excited.

Why was she excited?  Well, there were many reasons.  The fact that this was her first time to go away to camp was at the top of the list.  Other reasons included…

Being able to meet new friends…

Praise and worship sessions…

The challenge to draw closer to God…

Hanging out with and getting to know better some of the adult volunteers from our church…

Getting to be on the same Foosball team with Pastor David…

Yes, all of  these reasons caused her to anticipate the trip.  But do you know what she was most excited about?  What she was most looking forward to experiencing?

Her first ride on a REAL school bus!

I tell ya’…these home schooled kids are so deprived…

…and weird.

(A special thanks to Big D for going on the retreat too and providing all the photographs seen here.  There’s nothing quite like going to youth camp with your photographer dad trailing you like the papparazzi.)

An Odd Tale

Once upon a time, there lived three children who were very odd.

They did odd things, ate odd foods, played odd games and often wore odd clothes.

No one is really quite sure why they were so odd.  Genetics?  Atmosphere?  The fact that they are homeschooled?  Global warming?  It is a mystery…

 

Despite their social dysfuntions, their quirks and their oddness, they were happy, and that’s what really matters.

The end.

If You Miss the Peanuts Thanksgiving Special…

….you could just watch this instead.

But, of course, it just isn’t the Peanuts without Snoopy, so here ya’ go…

Ummm…okay….I realize that one is going to require a bit of imagination.  Just work with me here…

I hope you’ve had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  I hope that you’re full.  I hope that you’re warm.  I hope that you are surrounded by your loved ones.  I hope that someone else washed the dishes. I hope that there are only 5 calories in your second third piece of pumpkin pie.  And most of all, I hope that you know the peace and comfort that comes from knowing the Savior.

The Babysitter

One of the distinct advantages of spacing your children out to the point that you have a teenager and a baby at the same time is that you have spur-of-the-moment-free-babysitting.

Bonny Annie is great with Cap’n Jack Henry.

They watch TV together…

She helped him trick-or-treat…

She taught him to dance on our kitchen table…

She even takes him to Tae Kwon Do class…

Yes, she is an attentive, patient, careful big sister, and I’m thankful to have her, and she can never go away to college or get married or leave me in general.

However, if I were her, I’d leave this photo out of my babysitting resume…

Of course, you may be wondering why I’m snapping pictures instead of rescuing my baby who could, at any moment, fall off the sofa.

I think he may be wondering that too.

History on Your Bookshelves

I’ll bet that if you’re a reader like me, then you’ve collected a few….or a thousand….books over the years.  And I’ll also bet that even if you know you’ll never read a certain title again, that it’s hard to get rid of the copy.  And I’ll also bet that several of your volumes have thick layers of dust collecting on the spines.  If that last assumption is not the case, please don’t tell me, okay?

I have collected books for a couple of decades now and have several shelves laden with the contents.  Lately, however, I’ve been perusing them more often looking for things for Bonny Annie to read, and I’ve come up with some long-forgotten treasures.

Currently, we’re in the thick of a two-year study of American history.  Annaleigh’s curriculum is actually designed to be completed in a year, but we’re drawing it out over two in order to keep her and Dirty Harry covering the same subject matter simultaneously.  Bonny Annie reads voraciously though, so I’ve been trying to find extra books to fill in the holes.

Right now she’s in the middle of the series pictured above.  It’s The Keeper of the Ring series by Angela Elwell Hunt. Each book focuses on real and fictional characters that surround one of our country’s first settlements.  I had collected this series when I was a newlywed college student, almost twenty years ago…back before I had three kids and had the time and the metabolism to loll around reading thick books and eating entire bags of peanut M&Ms in one sitting.  When we got to this point in history, I remembered reading and enjoying them years ago and went searching for them.  As it turns out, I had to scrounge a couple of copies up on Amazon.  I guess I loaned a few out and never got them back.

Now, you can say what you like about Christian fiction.  I know, I know.  I’ve read some duds too.  Lots of them.  But there are some really good works out there, and this series….and really anything by Angela Hunt….is one of them.  For this series, don’t let the covers that are illustrated like this scare you….

Or this…

Just ignore and get past the simpering females, with swoony faces, heaving chests, and flowing tresses.  I promise you that these are not Harlequin novels.  You will find no bodice-ripping or sweaty, glistening muscles between these pages.  While there are some romantic elements, they are handled tastefully and surrounded by historical fact and sandwiched within a well-written yarn.

Other good series that I’ve found on my shelves include the following….

And I’m sure there are many, many more.  In fact, if you’ve read some great historical fiction, please leave your suggestions in the comment section.

Also, I’m not limiting my additions to Bonny Annie’s education to just Christian fiction.  Many, many good titles abound in the classics section.  I know she will be reading one of my all-time favorites, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, by Betty Smith in about a year, when we to turn-of-the century times.

I know she needs to know the facts of history, and we spend a good bit of time on that too, but in the meantime, it’s okay to let those facts come alive within the pages of a good read.

Breakfast-in-Bed Means….

  • …that it’s your birthday.
  • …that your kids love you.
  • …that your kids are sweet.
  • …that your kids are creative.
  • …that you’re thankful that you taught Bonny Annie how to make really good scrambled eggs.
  • …that you are not expected to eat the leaves.  They are for decoration purposes only.
  • …that your kids had no idea that when they awoke you with this tray at 7am that you had just rounded out a total of three hours of sleep because their baby brother stayed awake until almost 3:30am.
  • …that if you’re not careful and majorly sleep-deprived that the homemade smoothie in the left-hand corner will tip over and spill all over your quilt.
  • …that you are a blessed woman….even if you have to get up now and wash your quilt on a ridiculous amount of sleep.

And on another note, please pray for Cap’n Jack Henry today.  He’s having inguinal hernia surgery later this morning.

Even though for unknown reasons, he likes to torture me in the wee morning hours, I’m hoping everything goes smoothly and that he’ll….well, ummm….ahem…get his….oh boy….*cough, cough*…testicle back.  There…I said it.  Thanks.

8th Grade Politics

Welcome to Flashback Friday!

When I was in the 8th grade, I ran for Student Council president.  I was my homeroom’s representative and any 8th grader could run, so I did, against three of my friends.  There is a picture in my yearbook of the entire student council, but that would have involved rummaging in my attic, and at this time of year, would put me at risk of a brown recluse bite.  So I rummaged around on the computer, a much safer and less creepy activity, and found this picture from about the same time period.

My campaign slogan could have been:  Vote for Me….I’ll Bend Over Backward for You!  Or perhaps:  Vote for Kellie….Her Hair Blends Right in with the Floor!

Well, despite whatever efforts I put into the whole thing, I lost and I spent the rest of the year just being a measly student council rep.

The past couple of weeks have been a bit of deja vu for me because Bonny Annie has been waging a campaign to become the middle school representative for her home school tutorial.  It’s a little weird isn’t it that a home school tutorial would have a student government?  It’s fairly large for a tutorial (about 100 students from 6th-12th grades) and has other school-ish activities and offerings like yearbooks and proms and such.

So, anyway, she wanted to run, and all of the hurt and heartbreak of my own failed campaign came flooding back into my bruised psyche.  I immediately decided to live vicariously through my teen-aged daughter and win this time!

First, we busied ourselves with the poster angle.  The following were Bonny Annie’s creations based on her three-pronged message of EXPERIENCE, LEADERSHIP and SERVITUDE.

And here was my idea…

Is there any wonder that I failed at a political career?

Actually that poster was a big hit at the tutorial.  You can’t see it in the picture, but Annaleigh was offering a candy prize to anyone who could name the four historical, red-headed leaders.  Do you know who they are?  I’ll tell you at the end of this post.

Next, we offered little voting incentives…

Get it?  Pick me?  You know….’cause it’s a flower.

She also had to give a speech to the student body, which I didn’t get to hear.  I’ve been told it was good though.

As a last straw, I offered to bake chocolate chip cookies if she was elected.  In a desperate measure, I posted it to her facebook page.

After all this, Bonny Annie still didn’t think she would win.  Her reasoning was that out of the four who were running, there was just one boy.  She thought he’d naturally get most of the male vote, and then the three girls who were running were all friends and hung out with the same crowd and would split votes.  It sounded pretty logical to me.

*Sigh…*  It’s going to be just like my 8th grade election, I thought.  All of that hard work and dedication.  All of those promises.  All of my….I mean her…hopes, dreams plans.  All gone.  All dashed to pieces.   All the…

Except Bonny Annie won.  She is now the elected middle school representative of West Harpeth Christian Tutorial.

And I won’t need therapy after all.  And I have to bake six dozen cookies.

The red-headed leaders on the poster are Winston Churchill, Thomas Jefferson, Queen Elizabeth I, and Napolean.

A fellow student said to Annaleigh that they didn’t think Napolean was a very good example of a positive leader, and she retorted, “While he may have had some psychological issues, he was  a brilliant military strategist.”  So there you go.

Brothers

I’m glad Dirty Harry has a brother.  He needed a brother.

Cap’n Jack Henry is someone he can laugh with…

…share secrets with…

…play with…

…make monkey faces with…

Now, my only question is, does she…

…need a sister?

Naaaaaahhhhhh! 

FBF: The Last Dance

Welcome to Flashback Friday!

With Bonny Annie recently turning thirteen, it has me feeling all nostalgic and sappy about her in general (except when she rolls her eyes at me, but that’s  another story altogether).  I stumbled upon some pictures of her when she first started dance classes at age three, and I realized that I had not documented her very last dance recital in May.

Yes, Bonny Annie has decided to hang up her toe shoes.  *Sigh*  She had gotten to a level, after ten years of dance  that the commitment level was going to be too much.  One and half hour classes three times a week, plus membership in the dance company which was an extra class once a week and performances, plus student teaching…..it was just going to be a lot for us if she wanted to also continue with TaeKwonDo and drama.  Not to mention her brother’s TKD classes and baseball!  And also not to mention that we have a baby!

I sort of hemmed and hawed about the whole thing.  I liked the whole girly aspect of ballet….the frilly costumes, the make-up, the bobby pins.  Well, maybe not the bobby pins.   ”But Mom, let’s face it.  I don’t want to be a professional dancer, and that would be the only point in continuing at this point,” she said to me.

She’s a sensible girl.

Now, let’s travel all the way back to the year 2000 and see where it all began…

The above photo was taken May 16, 2000, right after her last class of the year.  She was so proud of her first trophy (and it’s still sitting on her bedside table right now).  I’m so sure of the date because the next day I gave birth to her brother.

And a week later, we had her first recital….

I’m trying to look at the bright side in all of this:  there will be less bobby pins on my floor.

A Letter to My Teenaged Daughter

Dear Bonny Annie (on the day after your 13th birthday),

Wow!  You’re a teenager.  What a milestone!

The teen years can be tricky.  I know…I’ve been there.  As your mother, I think it’s important to share with you some tips and tricks for maneuvering these coming choppy waters.  Since I’m a pirate, you should listen to me and heed carefully.  I know what I’m talking about.

  • First of all, boys are overrated.  Someday, probably when you’re about 33,  God will send a boy into your life who is just like your father.  But until then, just leave them alone.  Don’t look at them.  Don’t talk to them.  Definitely don’t touch them.  You know what?  Don’t even think about them.
  • Driving is overrated.  Don’t worry about it.  I will take you anywhere you need to go, unless where you need to go involves boys, until you’re about 33, and then your husband, who is just like your father, can take you.
  • Leaving home is overrated.  I know many parents expect their kids to leave around age 18.  21 at the latest.  Your Dad and I don’t expect this.  I need you here to pour Dirty Harry’s cereal and hold Jack Henry so that I can shower.  Also, if you leave, I will be alone with all of these dirty boys.  You can stay until you’re about 33….rent free.
  • Purple hair, eyeliner, belly-button piercings, loud music, mood swings…..all overrated.  Trust me.  Leave these things alone.  They will kill you.
  • Stop rolling your eyes.  They WILL get stuck one day in the back of your head.  I believe this happens at approximately 4,231 times.  I have lost track at the number you’re on, but it has to be getting close.  Your eyes are too pretty to get stuck like that.
  • Contrary to popular belief, your dad and I do remember what being a teenager is like, and things haven’t changed that much sense the 80s.  Well, except for computers, and cell phones, and the President, and Michael Jackson is deceased.  Never mind….we know nothing about being teenagers.
  • No, you can’t borrow my car, my money, my perfume, or my make-up.  Ever.
  • I know where you are, what you’re doing and what you’re thinking at all times.  I can’t tell you how I can do this, or I’d have to lock you away in a tower for the rest of your life.  Wait a minute….come here….I need to tell you something….
  • I’m kidding about all of this.  Except for the boys.
  • I’m proud of you.
  • I love you.

Love,

Your Pirate Mom

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