Tuesday, September 29, 2015

New Traditions

The signature Fall trip for us always included a road trip to Little Farmer some Sunday after church.  We'd hop on the wagon, and go for the typical ride in search of all the cute faces on the trees through the 'haunted' woods. The kids would get their fill of allergies running on the big hay pile, and swinging on the tires swings.  Next was the moment everyone waits for, and I literally mean wait, getting your caramel apple made to order with any topping your heart desired.  The trip would then be completed with a walk through the store to pick up a random bag of apples, pies, etc. anything that would catch your eye.  It's amazing how vivid those memories are for me from year to year.

This year marked a new chapter for us in a few ways. Alex no longer feels the need to make that trip to the apple orchard, just so long as we bring him a caramel apple back.  We will probably still make a trip to some orchard as a family yet this year, but as far as small children activities, Alex is over it.  So the boys have been preparing for Alex's first youth hunt, and some early archery season hunting on the weekends Jason doesn't have to work.  This past weekend a friend of mine who lives nearby invited us along to check out an apple orchard very similar to Little Farmer.

We visited Ferguson's Orchards in Galesville, Wisconsin.  The girls had a great time doing a lot of the same things we did at Little Farmer, along with some fun new things such as going out in the apple orchard and filling my friend Melissa's 10 lb bag with an assortment of apples straight from the tree.



Laura enjoyed going through the haunted house with friends and strangers alike.  Ainslee fed the goats and horses.  And the trip ended like every trip to an apple orchard should: with a fresh caramel apple.  They carried 'mini' apples on a stick which were just perfect for my two little birds.

I'm not really sure what is more fun, the day of a trip to the apple orchard or the week to follow when you try to figure out what you are going to do with all of those apples!  Yesterday I spent a good majority of the day in the kitchen making a big pot of potato and ham soup, complete with a 9 x 13 pan of apple crisp for dessert. After it was all done and ready I couldn't help but feel a few tugs at my heartstrings. Living next to my parents it wasn't uncommon for them to come up for dinner or us to go to their place any given night, and it was almost as though my dad had ESP whenever I baked something because he always had a tendency to stop about 10 minutes after pulling something out of the oven.  I miss that ability to just wait til one of them stops on their way by to extend the invitation, or share some baked goodies.  That lack of a spontanious visit from one of them has definitely been one of the harder adjustments for me.

The past week went well, Ava and I had our first reading session with the 3rd graders at Mel-Min School District on Friday afternoon which went really well.  The kids got to experience their first homecoming week celebrations at their new school, complete with a parade in Melrose.  Monday evenings are the only night of the week we typically eat dinner together with the 5 of us present since Jason is working night shifts, so we really take that time to talk about the day and touch base where each of the kids are at in school, activities, socially, etc.  The kids continue to adjust very well, they are all really liking their new teachers and classmates.  Fall seems to have finally made an appearance temperature wise, and I have a black dog beckoning me to go for a hike, until next time!  


 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

The Times They Are a Changin

To say it has been quite a while is an understatement!  Here we are the fall of 2015 and so much has changed in our lives.  

I have since moved from working fulltime down to very part-time, remotely from home.  In the last 9 months our dog Ava and I have been working towards becoming a registered therapy team, as well as a registered R.E.A.D. team.  We have put in countless hours volunteering our time in assisted living facilities, classrooms, library, and activities through our local humane society.  

In the midst of that career change, Jason finished his bachelors degree and was given the opportunity to follow a mentoring plan on the western side of the state for his career.  As much as it pained us to make the decision to relocate, the quality of Jason's life depends on his career which in turn impacts all of us:  emotionally, financially, physically, etc.  We were faced with the decision to relocate the entire family, or live separate lives during the work week.  After spending this past summer in the second scenario, we decided this was a journey we were going to take together rather than separate.  Jason began working on the western side of the state in April, the kids and I stayed back to finish school and enjoy our last summer living near family before making the transition.  

And here I am with a 10, 8, and 6 year old.  I remember thinking in my head that this day would come, but I could never fathom that it would come so quickly.  The kids are all transitioning well into their new school, it helped that school started within a week of us officially moving over here so it certainly kept their minds busy.  As far as school goes, they have literally put one foot in front of the other and haven't really looked back.  Any comparisons of their new school to their old school are always met with the comment, "I like it better here, than there".  So there is solace in knowing their school days are 'better'.  

This blog used to serve as an outlet for my thoughts, but I see it moving in the direction of a weekly 'log' for family and friends that are interested, to stay in touch with us.  See what we are up to, or what the buzz is in our lives. 


Alex:  Of all the kids, the transition has been the hardest on Alex, largely in part to the relationship he shares with my dad.  They have spent countless hours fishing, gardening, or just putzing together since he was born; so to up and relocate him two and half hours away from the ability to just hop on the 4-wheeler to see each other was a big adjustment.  He's playing tackle football for the first time this year, and really enjoys it.  It's so much fun to see him grow and understand the game, I noticed the same in baseball this year.  He's doing well in school, he has a teacher who is genuinely nice this year which is something he really needed coming into a new school, with all new friends, etc.  This young man has made me so proud this past year in embracing the changes that have come our way, he was a very integral part of my support system this past summer and at 10 years old that certainly wasn't expected of him.  Here he is with his biggest fans :).  

Laura:  The most resilient of my children, I knew this transition wouldn't impact her as much as the 'average' child.  The first day of school she gave us a kiss, turned and walked to her classroom, and hasn't looked back since.  The move has proved to be positive for her academically and socially, which has really been more icing on the cake than anything.  Her big excitement is that she will be getting an expander and braces for her teeth in the near future. . . Poor kid got the crowding of Jason's teeth, and just bad teeth in general genes from myself.  While a little hesitant, she is jazzed to be one of the first in her class with teeth equipment.  This girl and her positive upbeat energy is what helped get me through some of my toughest days this past summer.  Her resilience reassured me that if my kids could get through this, I certainly could!  

Ainslee:  Ah, my little firecracker. . . If ever there was a child that embodied my quietness with the ability to combust or outburst anger at any given moment, she is it.  At only 6 years old, this move has probably impacted her the least.  While she knows we spent lots of time with Grandma and Grandpa before, the logistics of moving away, a new school, new friends, etc. just aren't such a jolt to the system in Kindergarten.  Having been in all day preschool last year, Kindergarten has been a piece of cake for her socially and academically.  

And then there's me, and the million dollar question that I am asked on a daily basis from friends, family, acquaintances: how are you adjusting?  For me this transition has been very difficult on many levels.  My parents have always been a constant support in my life in many ways, they have also been just as supportive to my children.  I could always count on them to take a kid if I needed to run an errand, or didn't want to drag the other kid along. Even if I wasn't spending time with them, they were always 'there' for me to come home to.  My dad embraced Alex's 5 a.m. waking like nobody else could, and in turn taught him so much more than fishing, gardening, and putzing.  Living next door to my own grandmother, I know how much it impacts a person's life which is what made this move very hard for for me.  I will not go into great detail my inner feelings and how this has impacted me; as those thoughts are for me alone.  The kids going back to school has helped me get into my own routine, and make our house start to feel a little bit more like home.  I have gotten back onto the band wagon of exercising daily again, which also helps keep my stress levels in check.  Since leaving the fulltime working world I have managed to lose about 25 pounds, and while some think they'll chalk it up to stress weight loss, my treadmill and I can assure you that it's not.  And while the weighloss is great, I was really just aiming to take back control of my health.  I have always mentally been a healthy person-knew what I needed to do, I just never had the time while working outside of the home to make exercise a priority for me.  Since December my cholesterol has went down 50 points, that in itself keeps me motivated to keep on this path.  Ava and I are heading back into the classroom to read with 3rd graders within our school district, and we're both excited to get back into some form of 'work'.

The kids and I still visit home frequently, so there is also solace in knowing that a trip home is only a few hours or a phone call away.  As difficult as this move seems to many, it truly is what you make of it.  A very good friend of mine described it best, you aren't mourning moving, you are mourning the end of a particular chapter in your life.  How my kid's perceive this change depends heavily on myself, I have to show them that to every end there is also a new beginning.  We just have to wait and see where god will take us on this new chapter.