Sunday, November 23, 2008

Keywords

People who've been blogging for a while, like to look at what 'keywords' direct people to their site. And not that I'm all obsessed with how many hits I get on this silly little site. I'm actually very surprised people even think about checking back in after I've taken month long, unplanned breaks.

It's just that anything with the word "Daily" is really hard for my personality type. Daily exercise. 8 glasses of water Daily. Daily Devotion (just being honest here) Daily Dishes. Daily laundry. Daily hygene (kidding. . . .sort of) But I do brush my teeth twice every day! Daily, schmaily! I like unplanned. I like hypothetical. I like not having to post a silly little thing if I don't have some silly little thing to post. Where was I going with this? . . .

Back to keywords. ANYWAY, so I did a little research into what brings people here to Robinson Moments blog. Got many of the typical results like:
robinson moments
jody robinson blog, jodi robinson blog

mark and jody illinois blog

Then things started to get funny. Here are some other phrases that brought people here:

women scrubbing floors
list of funny stupid questions people ask homeschoolers
how do you make a model of a swinging bridge for school

And the one phrase that really stumps me:

what to do when a mexican says empty your pockets

Why would that bring somebody HERE?!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

You Gotta Tell Me This Stuff

Apparently, for the last two posts a couple of my links haven't been working. But NO body said a word, or left a comment, or let this poor girl know her blogging skills have gone to pot.

I fixed it. Now if you click on Uncle BJ in the previous post, it'll take you to a great little story about Uncle BJ.

And if you click on house guests in the post before that, it'll take you to their site.

Come on. Help a girl out. Throw me a bone. I aim to please.

Redneck Reality: You, too, Can Play Along

I know you've been waiting for the next installment of Redneck Reality. And the truth is, the huntin's been a little slow this year. So I don't have any pictures of bloody deer, or bloody turkeys. I do have some pics of bloody frogs that my boys chopped legs off to fry up for dinner on Boys Night. But that's a post for another time ....

Today YOU can pretend you're a Redneck. YOU can join the rank of Professional Rednecks like Uncle BJ and become a turkey hunter.

Here is the opportunity you've been waiting for!


If you score better than 4000 with 10 Sherry's you've beat me! And let's all pretend that "Sherry" is really referring to "Handicap" like in golf. That's a much more Tea-Total-er way to put it. . .

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Only Thing I Really Love About Laundry



The only thing that makes me smile when I do laundry is the load of pink. Just pink. Only Pink.

There was a time when I didn't think I would have a daughter. Definitely not two daughters. On both sides of the family, for our generation and the one before us, no family has 2 daughters. Perhaps having 5 brothers and 0 sisters really sort of taints one's mind.

When I was in labor with our first, I looked at Mark and asked if we were really sure about our boy name because I wanted to be sure when *he* came out. But then *he* was a *she* and God gave us the precious gift of an All Pink load of laundry.

So on this day of ordinary life. Filled with laundry, I'm thankful for the pink.

But as our recent house guests can attest. . . I also have a load of Only Blue, Only Green, and Only Red. We're a colorful bunch around here. But just mentioning those other loads is quickly deflating my outlook on today. . . Ugh. . . Let's look at the pink again.


Precious little baby girl pink . . . big girl bright pink. . . .pink blankies . . .pink jeans . .stripey pink pajamas. . . pink . . . pink . . .pink. . .

My boys also know I love them. Oh, yes they do. Someday I'll take a picture of their dirty laundry . . . with grass stains, mud-caked knees. . . holes in inopportune places. . .

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Remember this Face?

Remember this Face?

The Face that seems to be the "Robinson Trademark Looking at Worms" Face?



When I was breezing through some recent photos, I found the same face HERE

Guess she really is part of the Family!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Lydia is One!

Lydia's first birthday party was a quaint little gathering of 'just family'. For some of you the term 'just family' might conger up images of a little kitchen table: girls on one side, boys on the other. Everyone in their sweatshirts with silly, shiny grins on their faces looking at the birthday girl sitting behind her sheet cake with one glowing candle on the top. Well, that's not what it's like around here!

Around here, the kids' table is the biggest table in the house!
And 'just family' referred to 38 people! Cuz a few people couldn't make it.

But oh! we had fun!
Look at that glee!

(That's my first multi-level cake.) Lydia enjoyed every bite once she got the hang of it!

We have this ridiculous tradition that the birthday child gets the whole cake on their tray. But I decided against giving all three layers and cut it down to just the first one. I'm getting so conservative in my old age.

I had to help her along because patience isn't my forte and she was just plucking off the little frosting polka dots. . . . come on, Child, dig in!

Really? I can EAT this?


And seriously, that was some YUMMMMMMY carrot cake, if I do say so myself.

See? Lydia shared with me. Isn't she generous?

Don't touch the cake and no one gets hurt.



In other non-cake news, our little darling baby really is trying to grow up. Last night at the party she practiced walking for the first time. She's taken a few steps here and there, but last night she would walk a little and then just giggle because she was so proud of herself.

Happy Birthday Liddy Biddy Priddy Busy Baby!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Super-Typical Homeschooling Thanksgiving

I'm officially on a break from pre-party preparations. You see, a certain little girl turns 1 year old tomorrow even though her mommy tried to keep her a baby. Her mommy tried to get her to cuddle more and rock more, and never helped her to roll over or crawl. But she's turning 1 in spite of all that.

So now her mommy is in the middle of preparing a "We're So Thankful for Lydia" Thanksgiving Feast as the theme for her party. I stole this idea from my dear friend, Vicki, who did a Thanksgiving dinner for her daughter who turned one in the month of June. But Thanksgiving they had because they were so thankful! (Hi Vicki! Great idea!)

Anyway, I'm supposed to be frosting the 3 tiered carrot cake I whipped up this afternoon during a rare incident of baking motivation. But I'm taking a break and blogging . . . (And the cream cheese has to soften.)

So I thought I'd share a little something Christian Homeschoolers are good at: Thanksgiving. Us CH'ers tend to be great at Thanksgiving because we love delving into the expansive literature on the God-centered beginnings of this country. (Then of course, we like to stop studying American History about the time we started killing all the Indians. Typically, that's when we go back to Genesis and start working our way forward again.)

So the day after Halloween, I guarantee all the really good Thanksgiving books have been checked out of the library by Homeschooling Moms. We've got a good 7 or 8 ourselves right now. So we read to our kids, and they read to us, and they spend time reading to their younger siblings, and pretty soon, we've got tons and tons of knowledge about "The First Thanksgiving".

But sometime you've got to stop reading and do something. So I said, Make a model of the First Thanksgiving with Playdough!" Here's what they did:

That, folks, is the First Thanksgiving. we were running out of playdough so she could only make two people. But Claire assured me there were really more people there.

And they've got all the fixin's right down to the peas and carrots! Gotta love those legs stickin' out of the turkey!

Then, Caleb, not willing to be outdone by his older sister made this:
It is "A mountain with a hole in it." Maybe somebody should have read him another Thanksgiving book before he got started.

Luke spent all of his time with the funky little tool that makes spaghetti or hair, so he only got one person done.

Claire also likes that spaghetti/hair machine. But she wanted to make sure both the curly and the straight haired peoples of the world were represented.

And that's Caleb trying to sneak his mountain into another photo.

Okay, Caleb, let's take another picture of your mountain.

And a final shot with the other sculptor.
We're Christian Homeschoolers and we love Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Here's My Husband


This is my husband. Oh, you can't see him? Neither have I!!!!! But I'm not griping about harvest. In fact, I love harvest!

I love how seeds always work. I mean, they really do just always come up out of the ground and do their thing! And I'm thankful we've got to be part of harvest on the farm for two years now. What great experiences for all of us! And I know Mark has really appreciated working so close to his dad. Let's all thank Mark's Dad for a great job opportunity! Thanks Dad! We love you!!!
And you've got a really cool combine!

But we do miss seeing the Husband and Daddy around here. We'll all be thankful for many reasons when all the crop has come out of the field. Pray for sunshine!

Monday, November 10, 2008

Wanna See Somethin' Pretty?


This is my new niece. Isn't she a beauty?
Newborn photos are still my favorite.

This is my new "big sister" niece.
I don't think it's possible for a child to be more smitten with a baby than this proud sister.


This photo was my favorite of the day.
I love the Mommy-ness of it.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

The Bridge


It's a bitter, breezy 40 degrees here today, but I was swinging through some pictures from earlier in the year and found these of Caleb over Labor Day weekend. We were at a park my family frequented in my childhood. So fun to be there and smell the old familiar smells: musty woods and semi-stagnant water. To hear the old familiar sounds: children laughing in the swimming pools and mommies yelling at their kids to "climb up the ladder not the slide!" Well, this park overlooks a lake, where there's a huge, old, suspension bridge. Emphasis on the OLD and the SUSPENSION. The date on the top of the bridge actually says 1928.

It's a l-o-n-g way across. At least it seemed to me like it was when I was little. Caleb didn't seemed phased by the length of the path suspended above water by 90 year old cables.

He looked downright jolly as he began his exploration to the land of the other side.

But when he got to about here, I decided to go out on the bridge too, so my 'subject' wouldn't be so far from the camera. But just like when I was a little girl, about half way across the bridge starts to shake, wobble, sway and generally do a lot of moving! So I got half way out, and turned around to come back! When Caleb saw me going back, he almost plowed me over in his quest to reach the solidity of earth. My son and I are not into suspension bridges. They're really cool to look at, kind of cool to pose in front of, but not cool at all to walk across.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Funny? True? Not Funny? False?


Homeschooling Mothers. Are they freaks? Are they saints? Are they Afraid of something? Are they stupid? Are they gluttons for punishment? If you ever decide to homeschool, these are the questions you must ask yourself.

But one lady came up with a list of answers for commonly asked questions about homeschooling. Interestingly, I've been asked at least 17 of these 24 questions myself in the 1 year that I've been exclusively homeschooling. I'm not endorsing this particular author's use of hostile language, and perhaps she has some bitterness stored away somewhere, but nonetheless I consider most of her answers intriguing. Some of my favorites are in purple.

Please don't take this post as though I'm bothered by questions about homeschooling. I'm not. I'm actually happy to talk about it and would love to tell everyone how brilliant my daughter is and how we're already 5 weeks ahead of what a "normal" second grader would be doing. I love to talk homeschooling. Ask away! Actually, I'm usually surprised at how people just sort of clam up when I say we homeschool. The most common response is, "oh."


But here goes the list:

1 Please stop asking us if it's legal. If it is — and it is — it's insulting to imply that we're criminals. And if we were criminals, would we admit it?

2 Learn what the words "socialize" and "socialization" mean, and use the one you really mean instead of mixing them up the way you do now. Socializing means hanging out with other people for fun. Socialization means having acquired the skills necessary to do so successfully and pleasantly. If you're talking to me and my kids, that means that we do in fact go outside now and then to visit the other human beings on the planet, and you can safely assume that we've got a decent grasp of both concepts.

3 Quit interrupting my kid at her dance lesson, scout meeting, choir practice, baseball game, art class, field trip, park day, music class, 4H club, or soccer lesson to ask her if as a homeschooler she ever gets to socialize.

4 Don't assume that every homeschooler you meet is homeschooling for the same reasons and in the same way as that one homeschooler you know.

5 If that homeschooler you know is actually someone you saw on TV, either on the news or on a "reality" show, the above goes double.

10 We didn't go through all the reading, learning, thinking, weighing of options, experimenting, and worrying that goes into homeschooling just to annoy you. Really. This was a deeply personal decision, tailored to the specifics of our family. Stop taking the bare fact of our being homeschoolers as either an affront or a judgment about your own educational decisions.

11 Please stop questioning my competency and demanding to see my credentials. I didn't have to complete a course in catering to successfully cook dinner for my family; I don't need a degree in teaching to educate my children. If spending at least twelve years in the kind of chew-it-up-and-spit-it-out educational facility we call public school left me with so little information in my memory banks that I can't teach the basics of an elementary education to my nearest and dearest, maybe there's a reason I'm so reluctant to send my child to school.

12 If my kid's only six and you ask me with a straight face how I can possibly teach him what he'd learn in school, please understand that you're calling me an idiot. Don't act shocked if I decide to respond in kind.

13 Stop assuming that because the word "home" is right there in "homeschool," we never leave the house. We're the ones who go to the amusement parks, museums, and zoos in the middle of the week and in the off-season and laugh at you because you have to go on weekends and holidays when it's crowded and icky.

14 Stop assuming that because the word "school" is right there in homeschool, we must sit around at a desk for six or eight hours every day, just like your kid does. Even if we're into the "school" side of education — and many of us prefer a more organic approach — we can burn through a lot of material a lot more efficiently, because we don't have to gear our lessons to the lowest common denominator.

15 Stop asking, "But what about the Prom?" Even if the idea that my kid might not be able to indulge in a night of over-hyped, over-priced revelry was enough to break my heart, plenty of kids who do go to school don't get to go to the Prom. For all you know, I'm one of them. I might still be bitter about it. So go be shallow somewhere else.

16 Don't ask my kid if she wouldn't rather go to school unless you don't mind if I ask your kid if he wouldn't rather stay home and get some sleep now and then.

17 Stop saying, "Oh, I could never homeschool!" Even if you think it's some kind of compliment, it sounds more like you're horrified. One of these days, I won't bother disagreeing with you any more.

18 If you can remember anything from chemistry or calculus class, you're allowed to ask how we'll teach these subjects to our kids. If you can't, thank you for the reassurance that we couldn't possibly do a worse job than your teachers did, and might even do a better one.

19 Stop asking about how hard it must be to be my child's teacher as well as her parent. I don't see much difference between bossing my kid around academically and bossing him around the way I do about everything else.

20 Stop saying that my kid is shy, outgoing, aggressive, anxious, quiet, boisterous, argumentative, pouty, fidgety, chatty, whiny, or loud because he's homeschooled. It's not fair that all the kids who go to school can be as annoying as they want to without being branded as representative of anything but childhood.

21 Quit assuming that my kid must be some kind of prodigy because she's homeschooled.

22 Quit assuming that I must be some kind of prodigy because I homeschool my kids.

23 Quit assuming that I must be some kind of saint because I homeschool my kids.

24 Stop talking about all the great childhood memories my kids won't get because they don't go to school, unless you want me to start asking about all the not-so-great childhood memories you have because you went to school.


Like I said, it might be a little on the "I'm really angry at people asking me questions"-side of life. But I think some of her little "come-backs" are down right funny.

Here' s the source if you must read the parts that I edited. Read at your own risk.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Blast from the Past: Mommy with Twins

So here's me and the boys last year. I was 8 months pregnant swollen all over and my standard double chin had morphed into almost a full triple chin. I remember b-a-r-e-ly being able to hoist my gestational self up onto that pumpkin wagon. I think I was out of breath in the picture.

The boys were a little closer to the toddler stage than the big kid stage. Their hair. Those curls. I love those curls, but I will admit their locks were a little on the long side for this photo.


This picture was taken almost a year to the day later.


Gone is my swollen-ness and gone are their curls! (Unfortunately, the double chin sometimes still rears it's face. Do chin's have faces? You know what I mean.) Some changes are good. Some changes are bad. But don't worry. Their hair will grow back. Now that the humidity from the IL summer is gone, their hair kinda went flat. So we cut it a little shorter. However, this particular picture doesn't really do the style much justice because we'd been walking all over at a festival for the previous 8 hours. And what happened to my chubby little pre-big kid/late toddler stage boys? They turned into skinny handsome boys!

But what I love about this picture is it actually has me with both of my twins at the same time! I believe there are only about 3 other pictures in my entire collection of photos encompassing 2 hard drives that actually have me with both of the boys whom I carried in my womb and who herniated my belly button. ( Probably you didn't need to know that. But it's just one of the facts of life.)


And here's proof that Luke actually knows how to smile.
I know you were concerned about that.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Why Must We Fiddle with Time?


Whoever thought of Daylight Savings Time did NOT have small children. Ugh. . . This year, I even started keeping Lydia up a little later each night the week before the change of time. And don't you know, now she goes to sleep an hour later, but still gets up an hour earlier!!! That makes for a cranky kind of kid.

And I keep wondering why my daughter is fussy at 4:30 each day. Oh, she's hungry! She used to eat dinner at that time. So why has it surprised me three days in a row?! You'd think this "experienced" mommy, would be a little quicker than that.

I just don't understand why somebody decided to fiddle with Time?! I know it gives us more useful hours of daylight during the year, but seriously!, can't we just work in the dark and let the little children sleep like they're accustomed to?

My other 3 kiddos are doing the change just fine, except Claire who wants to know, "Mommy, how come there's not a 'flood of light' on my bed when I make it anymore?" She was used to the light pattern on her quilt, and wonders where it went. I told her, she'd just have to make her bed an hour earlier if she wanted the 'flood of light'. Her reply, "Okay."

Who's daughter is she? She willingly just agreed to wake up and make her bed an hour earlier than usual. It's good to know some things are not a product of nurture or nature. Cuz this mama doesn't happily agree to wake up early for much less than a price kill sale at the Gap or company from out of town!

Here ends my little gripe session.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

It's Portrait Season

Portrait Season. You may not know there really are 5 Seasons. Portrait Season falls right after Halloween, transcends Thanksgiving, and ends about 1 week before Christmas.

Family Pictures. It's that time of year! I know you've already been anticipating and dreading your family picture for the annual Christmas card. Haven't you? It's the excitement that perhaps this year everyone will look cute at the same time and you'll end of with a fabulous portrait to hang over the mantle. And at the same time, you dread the preparation and the disappointment if everyone doesn't look cute at the same time and you have to choose which people get to look cute in the Christmas letter and which ones will have their eyes closed, or worse, a finger up their nose.

We recently had Round 1 of what I will call Family Picture 2008. In an hour we came up with about 4 that have potential. But somehow, I ended up liking the one above the best. It's not really at all what we set out to do. The lighting's a little funky. And the tree is a little on the dead/creepy side, but what it does do is capture everyone looking real. Except Lydia, who looks a like a deer caught in the headlights. (Like I said, ya gotta choose who's not gonna look their best. And this time, the person who couldn't verbally vote got the raw end of the deal.)

So I'll be thinking of you this season as you coordinate clothing and get fresh haircuts. As you look through proofs and choose who doesn't get to look cute. Don't fret, someone's got to take one for the team. Just say something like this is your best Mommy voice, "Maybe next year, Little Jimmy you'll smile when I tell you to."