Friday, August 28, 2009

Spring 2009

Okay. So. I have obviously taken a slight break from the blog, but now that the two big kids are back in school and I can be on the computer for longer than five minutes without said big kids begging to check out Webkinz world or Horseland or any other number of child-friendly websites anytime they see the flickering of the monitor, I am back in the game. Seriously. This time it's totally going to happen. Daily... er...weekly...monthly...um...we'll just see what happens. No guarantees other than this will be the best freaking Mormon Mommy blog that Blogger has ever known. I might even enter it in their "Award-Winning-Blog" competition. Obviously, it will need to be in the "Two posts a year or less" category. Maybe I'll even win a free custom layout. A girl can dream.


Lest any of you think that during the ensuing time between posts, nothing happens at the Miller household, this will be your proof:
Foster's first rocket launch:
So he may have had a leeeetle bit of help from his lovely assistant, a.k.a. "Dad", but I was impressed at what they were able to accomplish.
The countdown.
Blast off!


The mad scramble for the rocket that follows any successful launch. (This is what Jon told me anyway.)

The rocket scientists forgot to account for the intense tailwind when they chose the launch site. (A field at Comeaux High School.) As a result of this oversight, the Miller boys got an excellent workout and a earful from the hapless residents whose home was struck by the "missile of death." Furthermore the statement of "It's okay, I'm an engineer" is no longer acceptable in our house.

Another year wraps up at school:


Maya reached and exceeded all of her A.R. goals (at the end of the year, she was reading at a sixth grade level), and got medals for being on the principal's list and honor roll.



Foster also met all of his A.R. goals and received the ever-coveted "Tiger of the Year" award.


Maya and Foster's first swim meet:

I believe Maya is signalling her third place finish in her heat for freestyle. Foster finished first in his heat of backstroke. Don't worry, when it came time for him to compete, we tucked those ears into the cap to cut down on any extra drag.




Getting written on is seriously the highlight of any swim meet for these two.

Foster




Maya






Mother's Day 2009:



Maya's first art show:


Maya is in the talented and gifted art program. Back in first grade, when her teacher recommended that she apply for this, I had no idea how grueling it would be for her to get in. Seriously. Her teacher was asked to submit some of her work from class, Maya needed to submit an additional portfolio of her past work, and do some other drawings that were requested from the board. She then had to take an art aptitude test administered and judged by professional artists. It seriously felt like she was auditioning to get into an exclusive art institute. In the midst of this, I really questioned if this was a good idea to put a little kid through all of this pressure. I am VERY glad that we did it. (I would probably feel differently if she didn't make it into the program after going through all of this, though.) Every Friday, the gifted and talented art teacher comes to the school and has a class with Maya and two other kids at her school. This is the highlight of Maya's week/life. Every morning, she does the countdown to Friday and art.
Foster does soccer camp:

Over spring break, Foster was able to do this camp. It was 3-4 hours long, all week. He had a great time and was excited to go every morning. It probably helped that he did it with his buddy, Nick. He is starting fall soccer in about a week. We will see if camp paid off. :)

Lots of lunch and play dates with Merrit, Tanya, and McCord:



Ella loves her Merrit time! Merrit started kindergarten this year, and Ella has been sad to not be able to hang with her older cousin!



A trip to see Uncle Gregg in Destin, Florida:
Jon's brother, Gregg, was stationed for training just outside of Destin, Florida. It is not often that we have family a mere six hours from us, so we took the oppurtunity to drive over and see him... and also the beach!


Gregg made an excellent pack mule.

We had a great time burying each other and working on our sand sculpting skills:

Jon as a busty mermaid.




Ella allowed no time for art. It was in the hole, cover with sand, "Get me out!", all within the space of three minutes.



Foster was also not as obliging as he could have been.



Maya as "Muscle-Man," er, "Muscle-Mam." (She would correct us anytime we would slip.)








Ella's entire reaction to the beach was surprising to me. She loves to swim and play in the water, and she is not adverse to getting messy with her moon sand. I thought this would translate well to the beach (especially as the sand in Destin is the same basic constinency as moon sand.) It did not. We walked down the boardwalk and stairs to the beach and as soon as her feet hit the sand, she freaked. If you have ever heard Ella scream, you know what this entails. The most ear-splitting, mind-shattering, high-pitched scream that can be imagined. As we were all loaded up with stuff, none of us were able to carry her, so she had to tough it out. The sand was one thing, the water was another thing entirely. Anytime anyone would get within five feet of the shore, Ella would issue warnings mother-hen-style. She stayed in her little chair pretty much the entire time and called out warnings to all of us. She would occasionally venture a few feet from the chair and turn a couple shovel-fuls of sand and then beat a hasty retreat.



Foster, on the other hand, LOVED the sand. (And it loved him.) He went into the water some, but mostly constructed castles, forts, and looked for sea vermin.


Maya was all about the water. She would go out as far as her over-protective little sister would allow her to.


A picture with Gregg on the base:
We had a great time with Gregg. The only thing missing was his wife, Kayla, and their little kids. We wish that these other Millers could've gone to the beach with us! Gregg has since gone back to his family in Idaho, but we loved seeing and spending time with him!


Foster's Birthday Party:


A stroke of genius on my part: we went to the movie theater for a "movie birthday party." The only way to go with a gaggle of seven year old boys. The guests arrived, played a couple of arcade games, went into the party room for presents and cake, and then into the theater for the movie. This required very little effort on my part (my favorite thing is to expend as little energy as possible whenever possible), and I didn't have to go crazy keeping said boys in check. I sat back and let Dreamworks do all of the work for me. We saw "Monster's vs. Aliens." Not our favorite movie of all time, but still a great answer to a birthday party!



I didn't even have to make a cake. I would've felt guilty if I could make something as cute as this, but as my kids think they are eating gourmet when they have chocolate frosting on their brownies, I let Albertson's make this contribution.






He did pretty well for himself!


Thank you, Blogger, for always uploading picures so crazy and backwards and thwarting my well-laid plans. Maybe I won't post for another six months again, afterall. It is so frustrating...



A trip to the Baton Rouge Zoo:


We have a zoo membership that we purchased at our zoo here in Lafayette. (Broussard, actually for you locals:) This is such a bargain! We pay 60.00 a year and this gets us in to our own zoo and lots of others, too. It also gets us discounted tickets to most aquariums, as well. If you have kids, you should seriously look into a zoo membership. Really. Do it now.



In the petting zoo area, they provide the kids with these brushes to torture and torment the animals (mostly goats) with. Ella was seriously baffled why this goat didn't run out for a grooming session at her hands, despite her oh so persuasive pleadings.


Maya and Foster got into a little bit of a scrap:

You've heard of fighting cocks? Well, no trip to the zoo is complete with out a jaunt over to the "Fighting Tortoise" pen for a quick wager on the winner. Just kidding. No tortoises were harmed in the taking of this picture. (I had to say that for the benefit of any animal rights activists that may have strayed to this blog by mistake.) I have never been so fascinated (in a bad way) by nature. I could not peel my eyes form their yucky necks. Who would've thought that tortoises could be so feisty?



It was a fun zoo that allowed us to get seriously up close and personal with the animals. Maybe a little more than I would really have liked...


Giraffes are cool, but not when there is only a four foot fence separating you from their vicious teeth. Jon actually fed this giraffe those leaves. During this feeding, I was concerned that our life insurance might not cover death by giraffe. I was relieved when Jon was able to walk away, virtually unscathed.

Proof that I do, actually, exist.

14 comments:

vicki said...

I love the 6 months in one post blogging. Very time efficient. Love Maya's artwork. Love Foster's Cake. Lillianne screams at sand as well. Jon's brother looks just like him. Great pic of you.

Courtney Price said...

I thought for sure that Jon had killed you and had forgotten to cover his tracks with blogging. I'm still suspicious...

You have to post more often! That way, all these gems will be separate-- they warrant different reactions to each picture, but I can't say anything now! If I say, "that sucks!" you'll be like, "what? I said gifted!" and I'll be all, "no, I mean moon sand, I hate moon sand!"

Whitni said...

Wow! Great post! It's not everyday that you get to see your bishop as a busty mermaid!

And the "don't worry; I'm an engineer" line: We use that all of the time (Trev and I), and then we look at each other (usually making faces)and burst out laughing hysterically...as the window breaks, the pipe bursts,the vacant field explodes into flames, etc...you get the idea. Run far away when he says this to you! (No witnesses is best)

Love the pics of the kids. Ella has grown so big! Where did the little baby girl go?

Alicia said...

Good to see you are all still alive down there. BTW, did you know that Comeau with an x means they were kicked out of France and not allowed to go back? I just thought we randomly lost our x a few generations back, BUT lucky us, we never had one! Phew!!! :)

Jenete said...

Love the pictures and your stories! It was good to see a pic of Gregg at the base. I am so excited to see you guys at Christmas. Klaus sometimes gets a look similar to Ella's expression on the beach.

Lydia said...

holy moly I'm just in shock :) loved your Spring post. Your kids are all so grown up!!! And I love the "Eat my bubbles" writing for the swim meet.

Alana said...

Whew! I am so glad to see you back on blogger and not whisked into the Witness Protection Program as I had suspected! I love the "Don't worry, I'm an engineer," quote. When Scott pulls off something pretty nifty he informs me "I'm genius!"

I didn't know your kids were swimming! Way to go! You've got some pretty ambitious kids with their swimming, AR, soccer and art. The art and AR sounds ambitious for Mommy too. ; )

rosycheeks said...

wow you've been busy catching up! Love it all....very cool rocket!

Jayme said...

Welcome Back :)

Tanya said...

Oh how I love it when you blog. But it does make me miss the summer and all the fun we had.

I was stunned to see Maya flashing gang signals and none from Foster. What up?

There are only three kids in the whole school who are gifted in art? That school must suck. Oh, wait...

And I find it a crushing blow that art is the highlight of her week/life since I was convinced it was Activity Day Girls. Mostly because I might have been lead to believe that by someone. I'm crying in the fetal position.

I believe IT IS everyday that you have family less than 6 hours away, nay, 6 minutes away....but I digress.

So nice to see Ella taking matters into her own hands with her over-touchy cousin. When did you guys teach her to do headlocks? I'm guessing FHE and now I know why we didn't combine that night. Nicely played MIller.

Oh the things running through my mind about Jon and his sand art. I'm going to use all the restraint in my body and just keep them to myself.

Can't wait to do this again in another....9-12 months.

jenny said...

THis is the only way I am going to be able to find out what is going on with my Lafayette ladies... the blog... so you better get that booty in gear and give me some blog, girl!!!

Jenni said...

So glad to see you! I might be crying a little.

Jello said...

Nice run down on your summer (and half of the school year) of fun!

Jayme said...

ok so I got to thinking about it and I don't know if we said a "new" post comment so technically I think I win :)