Monday, May 26, 2014

Gala Days 2014

parade time


Riding around with their friend Gwen in the backseat.
Who knows - this might be happening about 12 years from now, only I doubt Bailey will be driving a convertible. (Sorry girls.)

Kiddie games


 Three & Four year-old egg toss champions

Carnival rides



 Street dance with my favorite drinking pals


Wednesday, May 21, 2014

my new favorite picture


I think this technically qualifies for a WTF Wednesday post since all three kids are looking at the camera and no one is crying - that is a definite WTF. 

But it's too sweet to label that way. 

These kids love their Papa.
And Grandma Sherri too.

We rode a few rounds in the tractor with her. I'm sure that tractor cab has never seen such action.

A five-person selfie - now that is talent!

Sunday, May 18, 2014

weekend construction

Three small children have been anxiously awaiting the arrival and eventual building of a playset for their very own backyard, so Jared and I set out to tackle the project around 10 AM on Saturday morning. 

Unpacking the box and eyeing all the wood pieces - plus about 30-some odd bags of nuts, bolts, screws, and washers -was a little overwhelming.

Before my coffee I was thinking,
 All this is supposed to become this??

Apparently so.
After refueling on coffee, we were officially ready to enter construction mode.

We took a wrong turn on Phase 1 (of 7,394 20) and didn't find out until a while later. Whoops. Some improvising worked, as it would throughout the rest of the day. 
The main rule of constructing something that came in a compact box bought from Wal-Mart: ingenuity is your friend.

We spent a total of 8 hours on this bad boy. 

I am proud to say that Jared and I did it ourselves with zero help from others - unless you count the "help" the girls were more than happy to offer up in the form of mixing up bolts and swinging a big mallet.
I can't be 100% sure, but I don't think either of us even offered up a swear word. 
Can you believe it?
And it was a good thing we were both working on it, too. Not only did it make the process go even faster, but with vague directions and less-than-optimal diagrams, a second set of eyes definitely came in handy.

About every 5 minutes for the whole 8 hours, one of the girls came to inquire if the slide was ready yet. 
*sigh* 
If only it could be ready in 5 minutes. 
Or even an hour. 
Or even 6 hours!

But the important thing is that we got it together. And it's a big bonus that Jared and I were still speaking to each other as the last screw was drilled in. The kids wasted no time and were climbing all over it the second we finished building it.


 The excitement on Avery's face sums up just how pumped they all were.

And believe me, after only one day the fights over who gets what swing and who gets to slide first have already begun. 
Oh well, bring on the outdoor fun!

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mama's Day 2014

Those of you who know me know that I am a pretty simple person when it comes to holidays like Valentine's Day or Mother's Day.
I am a big believer in doing something thoughtful and personal.
Personally, I would much rather have a handwritten letter or an hour of someone's time as opposed to a gift. Don't get me wrong, gifts can be nice, but I appreciate the thought and emotion that can go into homemade gifts or time spent with a friend or loved one.

Every year for my birthday - starting at the age of 7 - my grandma Joyce took me (as well as all my sisters and cousins) shopping. Just me and her. She gave me some birthday money, as did my other grandparents and my parents. We went to stores together and picked out things for me to buy with my birthday money. She made sure I got practical items like clothes, but she also helped me pick out fun things too. And I got to pick where I wanted to eat for lunch. That was huge as a kid! I remember always looking forward to those trips so much. 
That one-on-one time with my grandma was so special to me. 
It still is.
It didn't cost her anything but lunch (and trust me, a 7 year-old's tastes are not expensive) and her time. 

Someone's time is such a luxury today. 
An hour (or three) with a friend over margaritas.
A card in the mail just because she saw it, laughed, and thought of you.
A phone call to catch up just because.
They don't cost much, but they mean a lot.

To this day my favorite presents from Jared haven't even been presents. 
They are notes written in funny cards, referencing one of our various inside jokes. 
They are letters written on big days in our lives - like the day of our engagement or the birth of a child. 
They are breakfasts in bed after I've been able to sleep in a little bit later than normal. 
They are a clean house with supper in the oven. 

I have gotten a bit off topic...
I think the point I am trying to make is that I think we sometimes take the meaning out of holidays. Just like Christmas, we focus on the purchasing of a gift and less on why we are celebrating to begin with. Tell your mom you love her. Spend some time with her. Or at least call her. I guarantee that means more than flowers do. 

And speaking of flowers... Here are the little-somethings the kids made for both grandmas.  

I wasn't sure how the hand print portion would go, but they turned out surprisingly well.
The girls weren't overly creative with the reasons why they love each grandmas - most involved mention of the particular toys they have at their houses. But they sure were excited to hand them over to Grandma Sherri and pack them up in the mail for Grandma Cathy. 

I hope all you moms out there had a fabulous day spent with your loved ones!

Friday, May 9, 2014

our week in pictures

The past week has gone by in a flash. Jared's mom was here visiting which usually guarantees we are out and about doing things, plus the weather was gorgeous. It was prime time to be outside. 
Enjoy some of our pictures of planting, playing, and popsicles. 
Oh, and Avery dressed like she's expecting a blizzard any minute.











Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Avy Jo turns 3

Avery turned 3 years old today.

We celebrated her on Sunday with a Hello Kitty themed party at our house.
And here most people are probably thinking, Hello Kitty? Really?
Yeah, I kinda agree - not my fave - but Avery was insistent upon a Hello Kitty cake so I went with it.
She was one happy girl.
Party dress? Check
Bow in hair? Check.
Pile of presents? Check.
Long-awaited cake ready? With candles? Check. and check.

I can't even begin to guess how many random people Avery had told about her Hello Kitty cake in the weeks proceeding her birthday party. 
But it was a lot. 
It was the main topic of discussion. 
So when the cake was finally placed in front of her and she knew she would get to eat it soon - it was almost too much. She was clenching her little fists and shaking with the excitement. 
Sister loves her cake. 

She was smiles and giggles all day, with the exception of when Bailey overstepped her bounds and instead of helping Avery open her presents, she tried to open them on her own.
"It's not your birthday, Sister! It's MY BIRTHDAY!"

(And of course the one time we weren't recording the usual boring birthday present opening, something funny actually happens.)
It was a little diva-ish even for Avery, but we let it slide since it was her birthday after all. Plus she had heard us telling Graham the same phrase to coax him away from the presents earlier.
All was better as soon as Bailey realized she got a pair of sunglasses to match the ones Avery received.
Avery knows how to play it cool.

We had a fun day spent with family. Avery - well, all of us actually - is blessed to have so many people that make the effort to be here for the days that are important in the life of a 3 year-old. And the really important days almost always include cake.


Avery's 1st birthday
Avery's 2nd birthday

Friday, May 2, 2014

summer bucket list 2014

Summer is quickly approaching and I don't know about you, but we have had warm weather thoughts on the brain for weeks. We have lots of things we want to do this summer. Some we have done before or do every year (spend week at the cabins with family, boating) and some are things we want to do for the first time (visit Okoboji, host a 4th of July get-together). 

Two years ago I saw the idea to create a seasonal family bucket list so I made one of my own. I have done a couple others, but it always seems like summer and fall are the times when I have more items on our fun to-do list.

Yesterday I did a short brainstorming session and came up with a few ideas for our Summer Bucket List board. I wanted to pick things that we wouldn't be doing by default like we do every year - like watching a parade or swimming at the lake. I am hoping some fun ideas of things to do will help us not waste a free day or even just an afternoon; instead we can go about checking an item off our list.


Most of them are easily do-able, even if a little planning is involved. 
The "spend a night in a camper" one is the one I am feeling a little doubtful about. 
I can't imagine a night in a camper with three young children will be very restful. 
Or even fun. 
Probably memorable... just maybe not in a good way!
But I am willing to try since Jared is all for it.

The girls are already excited for a few of the activities. They have already started asking when we can go have a picnic at a park. And Avery will be receiving a kite for her birthday, so I know that kite-flying will be a frequent feature in the upcoming weeks. Now that our kids are another year older and we aren't slaves to nap times and routine quite as much, I hope that we can do even more fun things together. 

I have two blank spots. 
Any fun activities I didn't think of?
Please feel free to share any ideas in the comments. :)

Friday, April 25, 2014

my truth: I am 1 in 4

During college I attended a production of The Vagina Monologues in which my roommate had a role. I went with a group of friends and enjoyed the show. The end included some brief statistics - like the fact that one in four females is sexually abused or assaulted in her lifetime.
The speaker then addressed the audience, asking for victims of sexual abuse to stand. The number of people - mostly women - standing in that theater was a bit staggering. I remained seated. 
I should have been standing. 

Because I am that statistic: 
I am one in four. 

It's something that took me a long time to come to terms with, to get past. And at that point back in college, the thought of admitting that was me? It was too much. I was too embarrassed. Why would I want my friends to know that about me?

I am reminded of an episode of Oprah (oh how I miss you on TV, Opes!). Oprah, as a victim of sexual abuse as a child herself, did quite a few shows on the subject during her television reign. This particular show featured three different sexual abusers. All had abused children. All were serving prison sentences. All three were on the show to speak of their crimes to shed some light on how they were able to do what they did, with the hope that parents could arm themselves with information to help prevent this heinous thing from happening to their own children. 

One of the abusers was speaking of his much younger cousin that he had abused: 
"I killed someone. I killed the person that she was supposed to become."

At the time, and even now, that really made sense to me. 

I will never know the person I would have been. 
In a way that person died when I was 7 years old. 
How much differently would I have turned out if I could have continued a blissfully innocent childhood? If years of my childhood hadn't been dedicated to keeping a secret and worrying constantly? 
Thinking back to that sad, anxious little girl who spent night after night for years pacing the upstairs hallway, waiting for the perfect moment to share that painful, horrible, ugly secret... it just makes me sad for her. My heart breaks for her.

But now, some 20 odd years later, I am not that little girl.
I know that the embarrassment and shame I carried around for so long wasn't ever mine to begin with. After years of tears and therapy and gradual self-awareness, I am at a place of forgiveness. I can't change what happened to me all those years ago, but I can try my hardest to prevent it from happening to my own kids.


So why am I bringing this all up now?
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
Throughout this month I have seen a lot of info about ways parents can help protect their own children. So much of it was great, easy to implement teaching and tips so I wanted to pass some along. Because I know as parents our main goal for our children is that they be safe, happy, and healthy.

A couple stats.
  • It's estimated 1 in 4 females and 1 in 6 males will be sexually assaulted in their lifetime.
  • 93% of juvenile victims know their abuser.

Teach your children the proper names for their body parts.
A vagina is a vagina. A penis is a penis. 
Teaching kids the proper names for their private parts helps them understand that while our privates are private, they aren't so private that children cannot talk about them. Also this gives kids the proper language so they can ask questions or communicate concerns should they have any.

Let children decide who can touch them.
Children are in control of their bodies and shouldn't be forced into situations they don't want to be in. So yeah, is it a tiny bit awkward when Junior refuses to give Grandma Caroline a kiss goodbye? Probably. But teaching kids that they shouldn't be pressured into personal contact against their will increases the chances that they will refuse or report other less-benign contact that makes them uncomfortable. 

Everyone has the right to privacy.
Just as kids should respect others' right to privacy, they also deserve privacy. Children need to know that no one should be touching their private parts without permission.

We don't keep secrets.
There is a big difference between a surprise and a secret. A surprise is something we keep from someone for a short amount of time - like a birthday present. A secret is different. Many abusers pressure their victims to "keep a secret." Tell your children that you never expect them to keep a secret from you, especially if it is something that makes them uncomfortable. 

Don't have just one big "talk"
Make sexual education a non-taboo topic in your house.
If you start talking to your kids at a young age - meaning starting at age 3 - and keep the dialogue open, adding new information as is appropriate, it should be much less awkward than you would imagine. 
Kids follow our cues. If we act uncomfortable or avoid the subject, they will know it isn't something to be talked about. You want your kids to be able to come talk to you, especially on a topic as important as this. The more accurate information your kids are armed with, the more likely they are to realize when a situation is inappropriate and come talk to you about it. 
Good information on how to start the conversation can be found at No Place Like Home

Be available.
Tell your children that they can come talk to you about anything.
Emphasize that whether it is good, bad, fun, sad, difficult or easy to talk about, you will be there to listen. And follow through.

Be involved.
Know as much as possible about your child's life. 
Know their coaches. Know their friends. Know their friends' parents. Know other adults that your child might talk to or confide in. Ask about what they did at school or while playing with friends. Know the kind of television shows they watch and the video games they play.

Know the signs
Many kids who have been abused or are being abused exhibit signs that adults might pick up on. Withdrawal or clingy behavior, bedwetting, angry outbursts, sexualized play, sleeping problems, a change in eating habits, or fear of new people and places are all signs that could point toward possible abuse. In older children or teens the signs can include drug and alcohol abuse, promiscuity, depression, and even attempts at suicide. Even if you aren't a parent yourself, it is helpful to know what to look for. Teachers, coaches, daycare providers, or just friends and family members can benefit from knowing this information and potentially make all the difference in a child's life.

None of these tips is a guarantee to keep your child safe from harm, but hopefully they will be a starting block to help us begin to protect our kids. 

Links and references

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Wednesday randoms

Using some of the money given to Bailey at her last birthday, we bought her a new bike. It arrived yesterday afternoon by UPS and Jared put it together without her knowing it had even arrived.
The look on her face when she was surprised with it was priceless.
Pure excitement.
And of course we had to take it out for a quick spin.
As you can see, it is a Disney princess-themed bike.
Jared asked in an exasperated sort of way, "Does everything have to be princesses?!"
Clearly the answer is yes.

This morning the kids and I hosted our Wednesday play group at our house. 
Princess dress-up was a big hit, especially since Graham was the sole male in attendance. 
Here are some of the playgroup kids minus a few.

And some other random photos from the past week or so (because I have nothing else of value to add):







Tuesday, April 22, 2014

easter 2k14

Easter is probably my favorite holiday.
So much more laid back than Christmas, plus the weather is (usually) nicer too.  There are no shopping trips to make or presents to buy, just a bag of candy and some cheap plastic eggs are all that's required. 

Speaking of cheap plastic eggs, last week was a constant game of hide and seek with those colorful plastic suckers. Someone would hide them and the rest would find them. It was good practice apparently. Even Graham was good at retrieving eggs this year.




At this particular egg hunt they were giving out scooters and bikes through a random drawing. All the kids and parents were gathered around waiting to hear the names called. After one or two names were called, we asked Bailey to be quiet since she was making a lot of noise. It went a little something like this:

Jared:  Bailey, you have to be quiet so we can hear the names.
Bailey: Okay. When are they going to call my name?
Jared:  We don't know if they will call your name. 
           Not everyone's name can be picked. 
           There is just one more name to be drawn for your age.
Bailey: Okay I will listen for when they call my name.
Jared:  Not everyone can win. They might not call your name, okay?
Bailey: *nonchalantly* I think I am going to win. They will call my name. 
   ** ten seconds go by **
Announcer: Bailey Solko! Bailey Solko come claim your prize!

Bailey gives her dad and me the toddler equivalent of an I-told-ya-so look as she scampers up to collect her winnings.

And with that, Bailey won herself a scooter.

On Saturday we had supper at my Grandma Joyce and Grandpa Ronnie's house with family. My grandma hid eggs for the kids and had little goody bags for them to take home. I ate way too much dessert - my usual holiday tradition.

That night the Easter bunny outdid herself. Eggs were packed full of candy and hidden around the house. 
And let me tell ya, it took about ten times longer to fill and hide those eggs than it did for the kids to find them Sunday morning! 
I actually woke before the girls and heard Avery whispering to Bailey, "Sister. Sister. Wake up, the sun is already awake! It's time to get up!" Her attempts would have been in vain but Bailey spied some eggs in the hallway and remembered it was Easter morning. Within ten minutes all the eggs were collected and candy wrappers were already littering the floor. Success.


We dressed up for church and met my family there.
The older they get, the harder it is to capture a decent photo of these little clowns.
We also attempted a family picture later, but you can see for yourself how well that went. Hey, at least no one is screaming/fighting/bawling in the photo. That is a win, right?






I really love going to church on Easter Sunday.
And there is something about attending the service in the tiny little church I was raised in. 
I know all the songs. 
I see all the same friendly faces that I have known my whole life. 
It is comforting. 
And I really love that Bailey told me this week, "Jesus died so that we could live."
(To which Avery responded with, "And then he comes back to hide eggs!")

After church we gathered - just our immediate family - at my parent's house. Since we did the traditional ham route the day before, we grilled instead. We ate more dessert. We played a board game. We started to plan a family vacation for next Christmas. 
Naps were taken, but alas, not by me.  

It was a relaxing day for everyone, especially one little boy who quickly learned the freedom that is not wearing pants. 
(He takes after his aunt Justy. Okay... and his mom back in her skinnier days.)
Graham with Grandma Sherri and Great Papa Lyle

We spent the late afternoon outside, in a way reminiscent of many of my own childhood afternoons - driving motorized vehicles around the farm with zero purpose other than the thrill of riding something with its own engine. 
So maybe this was a country Easter.
Or perhaps even a redneck Easter?
No matter. It was good day in my book, one spent with my favorite people.