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If You Were Ice Cream, What Kind Would You Be?

A reminder that I am still taking applications for the “Kids Are Like A Bowl of Ice Cream” contest! To recap:

“Kids Are Like A Bowl of Ice Cream”
Fight “The Man”
who tells us normal is good
who brings us overstandardization
and scoffs at individuality,
By making your own ice cream sundae
However you want it,
And encouraging your kids to do the same,
Share the recipe here
and maybe win
a gift certificate
for more ice cream!
Yay for summer!

I’ve successfully recreated all the suggestions we’ve gotten so far, and am looking for more. Not because I love to eat ice cream every day (which I do) but just to make sure I give everyone a fair shot at the $25 gift certificate to Coldstone!

So, leave a comment about your and your kids favorite ice cream sundae combinations and I’ll add you to the list of prospective winners!

In addition to eating ice cream, there are lots of opportunities to get out with your kids and let them show you their world. Don’t be afraid to do what they do! Here are a few more ways my kids help me keep my childhood with me always:

*have a water balloon fight
*have a bubble fight (fill the sink with bubbles, then scoop them up to go on the attack! It’s messy, but clean!)
*have a whipped cream fight
*challenge someone to a race (bike, foot, hopping, skipping, etc.)


*jump off the high dive
*jump rope
*hula hoop
*draw a masterpiece outside with chalk
*go to a candy store and get your favorite kind. For me, it’s jawbreakers and rock candy!

like a kid in a candy shop...


No one’s better at making summer magical than kids, so go find one who will be your mentor for the next few months!

Christmas prep!

our tree

We’re getting our tree all decorated–Sassy is a big help and puts on the ornaments right where she wants them.

We’ve also hung the stockings:

everyday life 28.

set out my snowglobe collection:

nutcracker snowglobokeh

and even set up the nutcrackers, even though they freak Sassy out:

santa nutcracker

I love getting out the nativity sets, too…

bear angel

basically, I love christmastime!

I :heart: ...


Candy Canes bring out the love.

Hey Guess What?!

Snow! A foot of it!


And while Hubby and the older kids were out front shoveling the walkways and driveway, Sassy and I were in back living it up! We made snow angels, threw snow around, and then made a snowman. Or, snowwoman I should say.

everyday life 12

Sassy kept eating the carrots off the poor snowwoman’s face.

Golfer was thisclose to throwing a snowball at me, until I threatened no more snuggling if he did. So he didn’t. Instead he threw it at Hubby who got it right in his ear…did you know a frozen eardrum can lead to nausea and dry heaving?! I didn’t either! But now I know!

The weather is clearing up, and it has warmed up rather quickly. It all may be gone tomorrow…maybe all that shoveling wasn’t really necessary after all…

bloggity blog.

Last night hubby asked me where any new blog posts were. So I told him that when I spend a vast majority of my day carpooling to different summer camps and then doing laundry/cooking/cleaning the other part of my day, it does not lend itself to witty and amusing stories. It lends itself mostly to feeling like Cinderella before she got the cool ballgown and fancy shoes and gilded carriage.

Then he said he missed it when I go on long spurts without writing anything down, which was so sweet, I vowed to post something today with my limited material.

So, yesterday Sassy declared that a new park we found was “so damn awesome!”.

Getting anywhere around here is slow because the farmers are finishing the first cut of hay, so there are lots of tractors out on the main road.

This also makes allergies 349580349584309 times worse.

All the baby cows and horses born in the spring are getting bigger. I pass by a lot of farms on my way to civilization.

I love Boulder because I’m close to a big city, but have to drive past animals and tractors and wheat fields to get there.


that’s about all I’ve got.

Let’s see what I talked about last year:

Oh, our 4th of July up at Ft. Laramie..that was a fun one. I reminisced about Sassy in her white dress:

White Dress

Also, I guess last year at this time I outed myself as an unschooler and put up the link at the top of the page!

So, now I’m off to go dive into the fascinating world of (more) laundry and (more) errands and (more) organizing. None of those things are a real strong point for me, so wish me luck!

Springtime in the Rockies.

It’s pretty divine!

Rocky Mountain View

Highlight Reel ’08

I’m sitting in the middle of a developing blizzard, so had some time to finish up a project I’ve been working on since late ’08. Yay! I’m learning how to work with imovie on my Mac, and so far, so…not bad!

For your viewing pleasure, I’ve compiled a movie of the homeschooling highlights we had last year. This is approximately what runs through my mind when people say things like, “I don’t know how you do homeschool!”, or, “I could never have the patience to do that!” If they only knew how good it can be….

Places shown:
Devils Tower, Wy.
Mt. Rushmore, SD
Durango, Co.
Ft. Laramie, Wy.
the library
the zoo
Rocky Mountain National Park, Co.
Four Corners, Az., NM., UT., Co.
Great Sand Dunes National Park, Co.
Arches National Park, Ut.
Mesa Verde National Park, Co.
and…our backyard.

Enjoy! And, keep safe and warm if you’re in the middle of this Spring Blizzard!

Potato Harvest…step one.

On our first day of the Potato Harvest in American Falls, Idaho, we arrived and saw row after row, acre after acre, of…dead vines and what looked like totally fallow fields.

rows of potatoes ready to be dug up

At this point, I wasn’t really all that impressed. Surely there wasn’t anything down in all that dead stuff! Hubby’s dad explained they have to kill off the really thick top growth to make digging up the potatoes easier, which they do with Sulfuric Acid. The sulfur goes back into the soil to renourish it, and the vines on top are turned to dust. Once that happens, they get a tractor out to dig up the potatoes

The potato puller upper tractor.

and place them in neat piles:

Piles of potatoes in the field

and get them ready for Spudnik, the biggest tractor I’ve ever seen. It not only digs up 4 rows of potatoes, but also picks up the 2 rows of taters that have been dug up by the first machine…simultaneously processing the equivalent of 8 rows all by itself.


So, it lumbers down acre after acre of potatoes:

starting to dig up potatoes

All the while being followed by greedy trucks waiting to get filled up by spuds. When one truck gets filled up, it leaves the formation to go to the warehouse and another quickly takes it’s place.

potatoes are dropped into waiting trucks

It’s almost like a fine tuned ballet, except without the tutus and tights.

Once the tractors and trucks had made their way towards the horizon, we followed up the rear and found some treasures that had been left behind, namely, a potato shaped like a #8 (or, snowman), a tiny little spud, and a yukon gold as big as Golfers head:

potato eaters

This was such a cool experience, I’ll share a little poem I specially crafted in honor of the spud.

Lumpy brown
earthy, squat, and hidden
We grew to love you.

I hope you’ve been equally enamored with the process, because next I’ll take you to a potato warehouse!