“In summer, the song sings itself.”

First off, Houston’s recovery is going amazingly well thus far and he has a nice attitude to boot (which is saying something, since big bro’s usually quite pooty when he’s sick). Honestly, Houston’s biggest complaint these days is his itchy left arm. Yeah, casts are very unforgiving in that regard.

As far as the fall goes, Houston explains, “It just felt like a growing pain. That was it.” I assume he was in physical shock right then due to the severity of the injury. It’s just an awesome thing the way God made our bodies capable of coping with such immense pain.

Asher & Houston, a.k.a. Big Hashy, get rowdy after seeing a Greensboro Grasshoppers baseball game for Houston’s 6th birthday!

And the couple instances that Houston’s elbow has hurt him during this week’s recovery, he describes that too as “a growing pain” sensation, but with a “burning” feeling. Luckily, those episodes have been rare and fleeting.

Since the healing seems to be going fairly well, Houston and I met up with the J-Crew at the Science Center’s brand-new aquarium (shhhh, don’t tell Gabe and Zeke, who are still staying with Gramsey and Papa). I was a tad apprehensive about the outing, but Houston did a great job of using his noodle and playing it safe.

Our season before the broken elbow was bustling and brimming with fun. As the quote from William Carlos Williams says in this blog’s title, summertime’s magic has a way of doing that, despite the heat and the almost daily downpours of rain.

“But now I am six,
I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six
now and forever.”
— A.A. Milne

Houston’s birthday was on 6/26. He got to pick the outing for his celebration and Houston chose going to a Greensboro Grasshoppers baseball game. Stephen worked a half day and then we headed downtown with the birthday boy, brothers and Houston’s best bud, Asher, to catch the daytime double header.

Zeke works hard washing Daddy’s car, which was Stephen’s Father’s Day gift from the 3 Amigos & Mommy!

It was an extremely steamy day, but luckily, Daddy bought us shady seats behind home plate. All the dudes behaved impressively well, especially considering the heat and the lengthy playtime, and learned a bit more about America’s Pastime by drilling Daddy for some play-by-play information.

Houston and Asher even got to participate in some between-innings entertainment on the field with bat dog, Miss Babe Ruth. Each was supposed to try to coax the black lab over to grab a baseball, but she kind of brushed past the both of them. Houston ended up winning a shirt and “Big Hashy” got to be seen by all on the stadium’s big screen.

That evening, we had neighbors Dixie and Maddie, as well as CC buddies, Alex and Olivia (who also live nearby) over for cake and ice cream. Asher stayed for a sleepover, rounding out the day’s birthday activities.

Gabriel relaxes in Miss Heather’s pool back in mid-June; he no longer needs the inflatable dolphin, since he & bros swim like fishes these days!

But the festivities continued on when Aunt Dina and Cousin Kara rolled into town the following day, staying till 6/29. It’s always great seeing our Virginia crew … thanks for the fun visit, girls!

“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

From 6/30-7/5, we took our greatly anticipated low-key family vacation to Surfside Beach, SC. We stayed in a hotel (mostly paid for with points from Stephen work travel days!) and didn’t do much more than play in the surf and sand, hit the hotel pool and hot tub, and eat out at good restaurants.

It was particularly relaxing for me, since there was no laundry, no dirty dishes, no housework period. Ah, how incredible it is to use a fresh towel every day when you take a bath … or have someone else prepare your meals and deal with all the clean up.

The weather was tempestuous the first part of the week. Huge, dark clouds would roll in and rain (and sometimes hail) would pour, yet beach-goers kept on doing their thing. It’s like we all collectively shook our fists at the sky and said, “Stormy weather can’t chase us away from our vacations that easily!”

They ain’t scared! … Houston & Stephen are steadfast in battling Surfside Beach’s onslaught of summertime storms.

One turbulent storm, though, gave the kids quite a fright. The temperature dropped in an instant and violent winds battered the beach. In fact, Stephen had to hold on to our canopy with both hands and I with one, while my other arm wrapped around our shivering, cold and scared boys.

We survived, were no worse for the wear and just kept on plugging away at vacation. Ah, such is life at the beach.

Independence Day “ought to be celebrated by pomp and parade … and illuminations from one end of this continent to the other.” — John Adams

Of course, the 4th of July featured some impressive fireworks, most of which were amateur shows put on by other vacationing families. But from our hotel balcony, we could also see the faraway professional fireworks displays north over Myrtle Beach and south over the Surfside Pier … pretty cool to be able to view such a patriotic spectacle while wearing pajamas!

Gabriel, Zeke & Houston pose for the obligatory shot under a palmetto, the state tree & enduring symbol of South Carolina. And yes, according to brothers’ shirts, I suppose Gabe did it!

The 3 Amigos swimming really blossomed while at the beach. Before vacation, the kiddos has been working diligently on their aquatic skills: at Miss Christie’s community pool; in our neighbor Miss Heather’s above-ground pool; with our CC pals, Miss Rissa and her kids (the aforementioned Alex and Olivia); and at the Y with Daddy.

And with each water adventure, the boys improved by leaps and bounds. And that was no exception at the beach. They swam confidently in the ocean, tackling waves and handling their few tumbles in the water like such brave, determined dudes.

“The water is your friend. You don’t have to fight with water, just share the same spirit as the water, and it will help you move.” — Aleksandr Poplov, Olympic gold-winning swimmer

And their aptitude for swimming continued to unfold and impress in the hotel pool, with Houston pretty much “officially” swimming and the twins being not too far behind. Way to plug away at it, darlings! I promise to take y’all for lots of indoor swimming at the Y when summer’s over and Houston’s arm is healed.

Gabriel & Zeke try to befriend one of the peacocks @ the Science Center, where we love to visit outside sunny days or inside on rainy days.

June was particularly challenging on the home front because Zeke decided to make a (thankfully brief) return to the dreaded stage of toddler tantrums. They weren’t daily, but their intensity certainly harkened back to the age-2 episodes of yore.

One day, Zeke started to have a meltdown when leaving church on the last day of VBS, that is, until he saw the baptismal fountain/pool. He looked at me, smiled and simply said, “It washed away my sin, Mommy!” And so the freak-out had run its course. Amazing!

That was such a miraculous happening that we joked about making our own baptismal at home in order to help Zeke gain his composure, if necessary, at our makeshift holy spot. Interestingly, the tantrums started to subside around this time, and all has been happy on that front ever since vacation.

Perhaps seaweed was the clincher, but Zeke’s aberrant behavior began to turn around @ the baptismal fountain last month & was near-perfect @ the beach. Way to transition, Z-Bird!

Last but not least, I want to send a shout out to Granny for her constant visits to help us with the 3 Amigos, giving us some much-appreciated spare time to tend to our to dos and also to cherish each other as husband and wife, not just mom and dad. You’re awesome, Granny!

And a huge thanks goes out to Gramsey and Papa, too. We are truly grateful to y’all for taking Gabriel and Zeke for the last six days and nights, so that Houston could heal as best as possible this first week since surgery. Our Virginia posse rocks!

Be the driver, not the driven

Tuesday was our first day back to CC community for the new school year. I thoroughly enjoyed our well-deserved time off for the holidays, but I’m glad to be back into the swing of things.

A six-month undertaking, the “Original 13 Colony Flag Wall” (plus, Texas, Gadsen & Betsy Ross for good measure) was finally completed in late December. The dudes celebrate their awesome accomplishment!

Driving the organic schoolbus

And considering that “When do we go back to CC?” had been the kids’ refrain the second Christmas came to an end, I know the 3 Amigos are rested and ready for this semester’s adventures in learning. I suppose there’s something in all people, even the type-B personality, that craves routine and structure.

I (a naturally leaning type-A gal) am careful not to take regimen to an extreme, though. After all, this chaotic world requires sane people to sometimes make peace with disorder.

Also, letting go of rigid perfectionism and scheduling can open up the gates of creativity and spontaneity. In fact, this is often when we as a homeschool family to our best and most productive work.

Christie describes my teaching style as “organic,” to wit I always ask, “Is that just your nice way of calling me a slacker?” Ever-honest and sweet, Christie, of course, is seriously paying me a compliment.

With Uncle Albert’s police hat & an assembled Lego cop car, Zeke is ready to serve & protect.

I strive to be the driver, not the driven, and try to avoid letting the anxiety-inducing details and relentless inessentials cloud my simple educational mission. This is my guiding philosophy not just in home education, but also in politics and in parenting.

Driving the limousine liberals nuts

Remember back in a November blog when I wrote that freedom is increasingly perceived by the masses as being uncool? It’s one of the things the progressives and socialists do best — incrementally co-opt language — and they are brilliant at it.

For instance, a Georgetown University professor of law closed out 2012 by writing in the NY Times that America has a “dysfunctional political system” because of “our obsession with the Constitution … with all its archaic, idiosyncratic and downright evil provisions.”

“But before abandoning our heritage of self-government,” concludes Prof. Seidman, “we ought to try extricating ourselves from constitutional bondage so that we can give real freedom a chance.”

The adorable bear hat Cousin Meredith gave Gabriel for Christmas brought out his primal, rugged nature while exploring the woods @ Gramsey & Papa’s.

In other words, freedom can only exist by getting rid of the very document that was designed to protect human liberty; and anything less than this is slavery. See how he so cavalierly dismisses history, and twists knowledge, truth and the meaning of words?

Knowledge & history: When not blatantly ignored by those sworn to uphold it, the Constitutional separation of powers and its methodical approach guard against despotism, mob rule and overreaching laws by purposefully slowing down the wheels of government. It is our safety net.

That is not archaic; it is as current as ever. There are more than 4,000 federal statutes on the books now. Honestly, who thinks we are lacking in the number of laws and need to speed up the pace at which bureaucrats usurp our liberties?

Houston does a convincing outlaw stance w/ the die-cast metal cap gun & holster Santa Claus brought him & brothers.

It is he, Seidman, who preaches a doctrine that is as old as time: the covetous want of power and influence (which always lead to loads of taxpayer cash) as his monarch sits atop the throne, coupled with a God-complex notion that he and his aristocratic brethren know what’s best.

Meaning of words: As a writer, this tool long used by propagandists — spanning the globe from tinpot dictatorships to imperial oligarchies, and fashionable fascists to homegrown authoritarians — is an annoyance I take rather particularly to heart. Here are some of my favorites:

“Choice” means “only the option the statists endorse,” “tolerance” means “acceptance,” “equality” means “equal outcome,” not “equal opportunity,” “fairness” means “redistribution of wealth,” “diversity” means “elevating one group over another,” “multi-culturalism” means “you should feel guilty,” “free” means “something that comes from legal plunder” and “self-defense” means being “pro-murder.”

To me, freedom is the “exemption from external control, interference, regulation” and the power to “act, speak or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint,” as long as your action doesn’t infringe upon another individual’s liberties.

To Seidman, freedom is government picks winners and losers, grants rights and has the purview to take them away, endorses group rights over the individual, and should be unstoppable in its efforts to grow the insatiable bureaucratic behemoth — all with no check, no counter, no buffer to its lust for power and profit.

Zeke practices target shooting his new “really loud” & “smoky” gun w/ Daddy on Christmas Day. Since then, the boys have grown accustomed to their pistols & don’t find ear and eye protection necessary anymore.

But as the saying goes, “Those who anger you, control you,” so becoming enraged at the authoritarian rants of a law professor in a publication of disinformation is counterproductive. Plus, it bums me out.

At its conclusion, the CC Timeline song says, “Rising tide of freedom … I’m part of my timeline.” And that’s exactly right: liberty-loving individuals like me and you must take the wheel and drive home the fact that freedom is always cool, in vogue and on the march. Let’s get busy, folks!

Driving the kiddie train to discipline depot

Considering that the boys are all determined, willful little buggers, I have to be extremely purposeful in my parenting. Otherwise, the 3 Amigos — who all know what buttons to push — would be the conductors and I would simply be an aimless passenger.

To try to decrease my emotionality and increase my intentionality, I have created the Clan Dillingham Family Rules (thanks for the idea, Nanny 911). The document, which is a work in progress, is not meant to be a harsh edict, but rather a guideline for everyone in the family, parents and kids alike.

Gabriel might not have a cop car, but armed w/ Uncle Albert’s hat, a food-covered shirt & cuteness to spare, he’s ready to take on the bad guys.

It is amazing that something as simple as a list of rules has actually helped. I have been more methodical and calm in my approach, and subsequently, the boys have been easier to parent.

Stephen and I are also reading “You Can’t Make Me (But I Can Be Persuaded),” by Cynthia Ulrich Tobias. Not just your average self-help book, the author is a former cop and teacher, an admitted strong-willed personality and mother of one strong-willed child.

We were first introduced to Tobias while listening to a Focus On the Family podcast series and her advice was so fresh and different from any parenting/discipline advice we’d ever heard. Check out the Top 10 List for Bringing Out the Best in a Strong-Willed Child.

They’re all smart tips, but No. 5 has probably been the easiest for me. For instance, every time tantrum-prone Zeke screeches “I want …” during the onset of a meltdown, the rest of us holler, “Whistling pig!” It ticks Zeke off initially, but he usually ends up laughing along with the rest of us.

Penguin vs. Bomber Bird: Houston plays basketball @ our newly rigged-up backyard hoop w/ buddy, Cameron.

Another one of my comedic tricks is the use of Looney Tunes characters Speedy Gonzalez and his cousin, Slowpoke Rodriguez. I showed the boys some YouTube videos to familiarize them with the storied mice — definitely an easy sell to the 3 Amigos.

Now when I need them to be fast and efficient, we joke about whoever’s being Slowpoke; when I need them to concentrate or be calm, we joke about Speedy. It’s not a sure cure for the zaniness of boyhood, but it works much of the time, and gets us giggling at the very least.

Honorable mentions

From 12/27-12/30, we visited Gramsey and Papa’s and got to see much of our Virginia kin. Cousin Kara spent the night our whole stay there — always a huge hit with the dudes. One particular highlight was when the kids found and buried a dead cardinal: R.I.P. Lady McFly Stook-Fee!

Call of the wild: Christmas brings out the animal in Zeke, Kara, Gabriel & Houston.

Since Stephen and I are old and tired, we did nothing special for New Year’s Eve, even though it was 14 years ago that night when we fell in love in the Big Apple. Perhaps we’ll get out next year to celebrate our crystal anniversary. (Hint hint.)

Last Saturday, Gabriel didn’t have basketball, so Stephen took the boys swimming at the Y. They hadn’t gone to the pool in ages and all the kids had a blast showing daddy their pool moves from summer.

We’re thinking that when basketball wraps up, we’re going to take a break from sports in order to free up our Saturdays. The more open our schedules, the more boys-only and family outings we can have … and the more likely we can finally take the whole clan camping.

Till next time, I wish you good health and happiness for the new year!

Joy to the world!

Yep, I’m gonna keep the joy alive and kicking around here, from chugging good coffee to loving on my beautiful family to celebrating the birth of Jesus at Christmastime.

The wonderment of the season

Last night, the 3 Amigos watched in awe as Santa delivered each one of them a personalized video message. Thanks for turning us onto the Portable North Pole, Granny!

After doing a pretty good job @ being mannerly during “The Nutcracker,” the boys (L to R: Zeke, Houston, Landon, Gabriel & Logan) let loose & release a little post-ballet energy in front of the Gen. Greene monument.

Stephen created the videos, which explain that they’re on Santa’s nice list, yet each should still try a bit harder. Santa said:

    • Houston is “generous,” but needs to “be nicer to his brothers;”
    • Gabriel is “full of energy,” but needs to “work on his table manners;”
    • and Zeke is “quite a character,” but needs to “work on not having temper tantrums.”

Amazing how St. Nick knows such particulars about each boy’s personality and areas of behavior improvement. If you have a child who still believes in Mr. Claus, you should definitely check it out.

It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas when its mighty Founder was a child Himself. — Charles Dickens

Houston, who despite his best friend Asher’s adamant disbelief in the jolly old elf, still regards Santa’s existence as not only possible, but very true indeed. The funny thing is that he has questioned some of the logistical aspects of the mythical Father Christmas.

For example, “Mommy, do reindeer really know how to fly?” asked Houston. “Sure. If Santa can make it around the world in one night, he has to have a fast sled,” I answered with confidence.

The dudes also sent their letters to Santa a few weeks back, when naughtiness was reigning supreme at the time. (Admittedly, I chose this time to have each boy fess up to some of his misdeeds and to hopefully work through some of the issues.) Here’s what they wrote:

Dear Santa, I would probably not earn that many presents, but maybe one or two. I’ll try to be better till Christmas and after. — Houston

Dear Santa, I’ve been very naughty and I will try to be good and try to be nicer to the cats and Mommy “because she gives us everything we need” (Houston helped him out with that part). I hope Zeke doesn’t throw Woody anymore. — Gabriel

Dear Santa, I’ve been naughty “because I’m always thirsty” (we opted to edit out this excuse), but I will try to use my brain more and just do what Mommy says. I deserve a little bit. — Zeke

More Christmas cheer

Since I was quite restrained in our spending on gifts this year and did 99% of the shopping early and online, we had the opportunity to slow down a bit and soak in the season and all the fun that it offers.

Oh, for the good old days when people would stop Christmas shopping when they ran out of money. — Author Unknown

On 12/1, we kicked things off by attending the annual Holiday Parade downtown with Christie, Logan and crew. It was our first year to claim sidewalk near the start, instead of at the tail end of the route, and the kids scored tons of candy from the spunky and spirited paraders.

On 12/6, the boys and I went to see “The Nutcracker” with our CC pals “Miss Kristy with a K” and her sons, Logan (not to be confused with the other Miss Christie’s husband) and Landon.

Gabriel, Houston & Zeke stand @ the elevators inside the Jefferson Standard Building, the historic downtown structure in which Daddy now works.

Because it was a shortened student version, the local ballet company offered the kids some narrative explanation and let them see the crew do set change during intermission. The 3 Amigos were already familiar with the Tchaikovsky music, the story and its characters, and seemed to appreciate their first ballet, especially Houston.

On 12/15, the boys and I attended Miss Christie’s “Polar Express” Party. All the kids were admitted entrance into the gathering if they met the pajamas requirement and could also present their boarding passes (the invitation).

When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things — not the great occasions — give off the greatest glow of happiness.
— Bob Hope

An admitted Pinterest fanatic, Christie went all out, with cookie decorating crafts, edible chocolate and peppermint trains, festive games and one-of-a-kind handprint ornaments homemade for each child in attendance. Of course, watching the namesake movie while feasting on popcorn was a big hit, too.

On 12/17, the dudes and I we went caroling (in the rain) with Christie and and the kids. Because we went during the day, we hit the homes of two seniors in her hood, and the weather couldn’t dampen our spirits nor could it diminish our singing and energetic instrumentation.

“Big Hashy” (a.k.a. Houston & Asher) get festive & freaky @ the 36th Annual Greensboro Holiday Parade.

Then we came back to our stomping grounds and sung for Miss Shawn and the boys’ newest neighborhood pal, Cameron. Our setlist was You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch, Hark! The Herald Angels Sing and Jingle Bells.

While drying off and warming up at our casa, the kids devoured the gingerbread house the 3 Amigos had made with Miss Jessie a couple days prior, and (sort of) watched A Charlie Brown Christmas.

Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles.
— Author Unknown

On 12/19, Miss Shawn invited us over for cookies and playtime with Dixie. It was nice to get together with our awesome neighbors, who we don’t see near often enough these days.

That afternoon, we headed downtown to attend Daddy’s work party. The boys loved the the parking deck, elevated crosswalks, elevator rides, visit to Daddy’s cubicle and his tour of the historic building in which he now works almost as much as they enjoyed the endless supplies chicken strips and strawberries.

Gabriel & Mommy keep the seasonal spirit alive well into @ the lengthy holiday parade, while Zeke crashes quite comfortably as the festivities rage on.

Another hit was the kid-friendly room, featuring choice live performances of The Nutcracker, holiday movies, made-on-the-spot theater-quality popcorn and tons of fellow youthful travelers on this stimulating ride we call Christmas.

Not a basketball star yet

On 12/1, Gabriel had his first basketball game, which fizzled before the scheduled end time. Gabe kept running off the court to see the photos I was snapping, one kid was crying ’cause he didn’t want the ball, while another was sobbing crying ’cause he didn’t want to share the ball … it was too comical.

Gabriel did much better at his second game on 12/8. Only he and one other Wildcat played the entire game. I was so proud. And Daddy and bros reported that he also gave a worthy effort the following weekend at his third game. Way to man up, Gabe!

I took Gabriel to buy a youth basketball (with his own piggybank money) after the 12/8 game. And since then, Stephen I have since souped up the boys’ old toddler hoop, attaching it onto the back deck at the six-feet regulation level used in his league.

Gabriel concentrates (as best as a 4-year-old is able) on making a free-throw shot during one of his recent basketball games. Go Wildcats!

While I spent some one-on-one time with Gabe on the 8th, Daddy took Houston and Zeke downtown to the city historical museum. Then we all met up post-basketball for a massive Mexican feast, which included guacamole galore for the 3 Amigos. Happy campers, for sure!

Other merry outings

On 12/9, the boys and I went rollerskating with a huge group of our CC friends. I knew it would be difficult for the kids, being their first time skating and all, but it was way more demanding on both them and me than I had imagined.

I had rented skates, too, so every time they pulled on me, I nearly toppled over. Just standing up was almost as an impossibility for the dudes in the beginning. But through diligence, each one made it around the rink twice, before giving up on skating and opting for video gaming with friends instead.

Zeke, Gabriel & other merry passengers on the Polar Express proudly admit to devouring Miss Christie’s chocolate, licorice & peppermint train cake. All aboard!

Of course, we’ve gotten together with Christie and the kids a few times beyond the already-mentined outings. One was a record-setting six-hour playdate that included good times at her house, my lunchtime lesson/discussion on “The Pilgrim’s failed socialist experiment” and then more romping at the park.

On 12/14, we attended our final Moms Club playgroup. The kids and I hadn’t been to one since the summer, so we decided to go and bid the group farewell and a Merry Christmas.

Moms Club was a life-saver for me two years ago, when the 3 Amigos were very young and I sometimes felt trapped around the homestead. We made some good friends over the course of our membership and surely plan on keeping in touch with those fine folks. Thanks, Moms Club!

Stephen and I had a nice date night that evening. It was a dinner-and-a-movie affair, featuring Thai food and then the spectacular flick Life of Pi, which was the first regular-release film (i.e. not a kids dollar movie) I’ve attended since seeing Apocalypto while pregnant with Houston.

Here’s handsome-boy Houston in one of the phenomenal photos Miss Christie took of the family back in November.

Then the dudes spent this past weekend up in the mountains with Granny and Grumps. The creek house had no power for two out of the three days, but Granny survived (barely) and the kids had a great time roughin’ it, playing in the snow and listening to the wind howl “like a ghost.”

Sickness & health

In the midst of all this merriment, we have battled and conquered a couple illnesses.

First, the dreaded stomach bug, which raged through the entire family, starting with Zeke puking all over my side of the bed during the first Saturday night of the month. (I blame it on the kids literally hanging out on the dirty downtown streets for 2 1/2 hours during the parade earlier that day.)

Whatever the cause, that violent virus eventually made its way to every member of the family, but took each of us only a couple days to get over, thankfully. Pray you don’t this brutal illness anytime soon. Yikes.

Cutie-pies Zeke & Gabriel also “work it” during Miss Christie’s fall photo shoot.

About mid-month, Houston and Zeke developed a nasty cold/cough. Zeke got over his fairly quickly, but Houston actually lost his voice the night of Christie’s party and still has a lingering intermittent cough, but I’m confident he’s at the tail-end of it. Nothing major.

Semi-schooling

Not much to report on the homeschooling front, since we’ve been on official CC break since Thanksgiving. We’ve been doing what I like to call semi-schooling, which has been a relaxed break from the grind, but is still productive.

So, I will leave you with two humorous videos: 7 Lies About Homeschooling and Miss Jessie’s popcorn experiment video, which she had to do for one of her education classes. Enjoy.

Till next time, Clan Dillingham wishes you and yours a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!