I've noticed that many of our posts (and even sidebar) mostly (if not completely!) lack photos of the mom and dad. Hmmmmm????
One would either surmise that:
1. they never do anything or
2. they are never around when the camera is out or maybe,
3. they aren't deemed photo-worthy very often.
We bought a video camera once a very long time ago and while viewing footage taken mostly by children, I noticed that the parents were generally missing. I mean, I noticed that not only were we missing for all posterity, it was documented (ahem) that the children did it all. Oh, I take back that I was never in the shots. They did get a 5 second clip of me taking a nap once!!
I issued the warning that they must never look back and through the clouded delusion of time "remember" that they all worked themselves to a frazzle while their mother (and father) were off somewhere playing golf, perhaps, or out on the ocean taking a cruise to the Bahamas.
Afterall, *someone* must've taught them to do the things they filmed themselves doing. Or maybe they are just naturally that talented???
~Colleen aka "The Phantom Parent"
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Audrey and Maria making supper
Step one: jump on your bike and head for the neighbors. There you will buy some potatoes.
It's kinda a long bike ride, and their driveway is bumpy.
"Where's you sister?"
"Oh, here she comes."
Emma helps Audrey bag up the potatoes.
Upon their return, Maria and Audrey commence peeling....and peeling and peeling.
What's weird about our family mealtimes is this, it used to be there were ALWAYS the same number of people at the table EVERY.SINGLE.MEAL. Now.....it varies. Sometimes there are the 10, sometimes there are 13, sometimes there are 15. It depends. No matter, there's usually plenty of food.
Personally, had I been the photographer, I would've had a shot with actual people in it. This one looks eery to me. Food and no people?????
~Colleen and photographers
It's kinda a long bike ride, and their driveway is bumpy.
"Where's you sister?"
"Oh, here she comes."
Emma helps Audrey bag up the potatoes.
Upon their return, Maria and Audrey commence peeling....and peeling and peeling.
What's weird about our family mealtimes is this, it used to be there were ALWAYS the same number of people at the table EVERY.SINGLE.MEAL. Now.....it varies. Sometimes there are the 10, sometimes there are 13, sometimes there are 15. It depends. No matter, there's usually plenty of food.
Personally, had I been the photographer, I would've had a shot with actual people in it. This one looks eery to me. Food and no people?????
~Colleen and photographers
Hay, what's that you say?
"What, no school today?" the man behind the sandwich counter asked as he went about his job. Logan and Garth were standing there with me, but no one else was around.
"Oh, yeah, " I stammered, quite forgetting that for most children it would be a school day, "We homeschool." How lame. As if because we homeschool we would naturally be waiting for a sandwich instead of pouring over some academic materials. What I didn't say was not only do we homeschool, our school year really hasn't officially started yet. Well, unless you don't count the supper time conversations about the sinking of the Lusitania and the meaning of the words akimbo, scintilate, and mugwump.
And if you read that last sentence, you might be sitting there wondering what a mugwump is. I did, too, when I first heard it. It's an actual word, by the way. It means: (n) a person who is unable to make up his or her mind on an issue, esp. in politics; a person who is neutral on a controversial issue. Apparently it was coined in 1884 by someone who was annoyed at someone else.
Anyhow, back to the sandwich counter. We got our goods and then returned to the hay field that Garth was supposed to be raking and Logan was supposed to be baling. I got them situated, and drove off. The task at hand would keep them both occupied for a number of hours. I then drove 24 of the 30 or so miles back home, stopping once at a Goodwill along the way.
I was stopped by some construction for what seemed like a very long time on the highway overpass about 6 miles from home. I was finally on the verge of taking my turn. The sheriff was just waving me on when my cell phone rang. I figured I better see who it was. It was Paul wondering if I could head back to the hayfield to pick up the boys and the rake. The rake was broken somehow. So, nevermind getting my old truck into the one lane construction zone. I turned around right in front of the sheriff who probably figured I was crazy to give up my wait and spot in line at the very last second. I headed back onto the highway and drove the 24 miles again to get them.
The question begged to be asked: why hadn't they called sooner if the breakdown happened so soon into the field? The boys both offered, "Well, we had to eat lunch first, you know." I'm certain there was more to it....but nobody's saying. Sometimes the details are bothersome little things when you know you did the best you could and it still didn't turn out very well.
We got home and gave up haymaking for the day. We're about to head out to start afresh today.
Paul says he'll be stuck in the freezers today, making sure they're all acting properly. Something about fans and I heard him walking around inquiring about HIS TOOLS!!!! Boys??????
~Colleen
"Oh, yeah, " I stammered, quite forgetting that for most children it would be a school day, "We homeschool." How lame. As if because we homeschool we would naturally be waiting for a sandwich instead of pouring over some academic materials. What I didn't say was not only do we homeschool, our school year really hasn't officially started yet. Well, unless you don't count the supper time conversations about the sinking of the Lusitania and the meaning of the words akimbo, scintilate, and mugwump.
And if you read that last sentence, you might be sitting there wondering what a mugwump is. I did, too, when I first heard it. It's an actual word, by the way. It means: (n) a person who is unable to make up his or her mind on an issue, esp. in politics; a person who is neutral on a controversial issue. Apparently it was coined in 1884 by someone who was annoyed at someone else.
Anyhow, back to the sandwich counter. We got our goods and then returned to the hay field that Garth was supposed to be raking and Logan was supposed to be baling. I got them situated, and drove off. The task at hand would keep them both occupied for a number of hours. I then drove 24 of the 30 or so miles back home, stopping once at a Goodwill along the way.
I was stopped by some construction for what seemed like a very long time on the highway overpass about 6 miles from home. I was finally on the verge of taking my turn. The sheriff was just waving me on when my cell phone rang. I figured I better see who it was. It was Paul wondering if I could head back to the hayfield to pick up the boys and the rake. The rake was broken somehow. So, nevermind getting my old truck into the one lane construction zone. I turned around right in front of the sheriff who probably figured I was crazy to give up my wait and spot in line at the very last second. I headed back onto the highway and drove the 24 miles again to get them.
The question begged to be asked: why hadn't they called sooner if the breakdown happened so soon into the field? The boys both offered, "Well, we had to eat lunch first, you know." I'm certain there was more to it....but nobody's saying. Sometimes the details are bothersome little things when you know you did the best you could and it still didn't turn out very well.
We got home and gave up haymaking for the day. We're about to head out to start afresh today.
Paul says he'll be stuck in the freezers today, making sure they're all acting properly. Something about fans and I heard him walking around inquiring about HIS TOOLS!!!! Boys??????
~Colleen
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