Cheap Shots

So I had this idea, since everybody was home Sunday... A straight forward simple idea really....Let's get a picture....Just a quick shot...Ya know for that awesome Christmas Brag Letter I'm probably going to write...Is it really too much for this dear sweet crazy mother to ask for??? {YES, yes it is.}

 

All you have to do is sit on the steps and smile at. the. same. time.

 

58 shots and 15 minutes later and threats of bodily harm no wi-fi... This is the best we could get....

 

 

 

 

AWESOME young ins , just awesome....

(they really do get funnier the more you look at them)

 

That will do donkeys....that will do (minus Madison)

Birthday {baby} Girl

So our baby girl....

 

Turned FIFTEEN!?!?! on Sunday.....WOW!!!!

 

Please note of Madison's face (such a supportive sister) and  that this awesome mom forgot to buy candles....{And note to self: remember to take the ice cream cake out of the freezer like an hour before, IF you want to cut it on the same day as the intended birthday}

 

Alex is the funniest fifteen year old I know! The master of the selfie and slipping under the radar. And a bright light. We love you Ally Jo! Happy Birthday my baby girl!

Bingo!

So my irreverent sense of humour...{people either get me or are boring don't.}

It's not that I can't take things seriously ...I can, with supervision...It's just that I have lived life long enough that I know it feels better to laugh than to cry.... So, I will always choose to laugh and I can find the funny in anything....

Today I felt like crying... happy tears mostly but some sad ones too....being this Kramer wife and mother is awesome and hard.

By the third hour of Church I was feeling a little punchy  (it might have been the dozen packages of rockets I had slammed in the first hour, whatever)....


Today's lesson started off with a list of challenges we may face....

.... We might have lost a loved one; a child might have strayed; we might have received a troubling medical diagnosis; we might have employment challenges and be burdened by doubts or fears; or we might feel alone or unloved.

As I listened I was like...

Check.
Check.
Check.
Check.
Check.
Check.

{And then here's where mind went}

BINGO!!!!!

So if I like got them all (in 18 months),  does that count as a BINGO....that should totally count as a BINGO...hey I got BINGO....wouldn't it be hilarious if I actually yelled BINGO in RS :)

BINGO....bingo....BINGO....bingo....funny, funny, funny

I seriously laughed to myself for like the next fifteen minutes....while paying attention of course....

The thought of all our trials could have easily brought tears...but instead my brain instantly found something funny.....

Irreverent...maybe....

But being able to laugh is the only reason I have survived this crazy life of mine. Somebody knew I would need a sense of humour...(thank you)

BINGO!

Faking Christmas

So I'm still not feeling it.... but I've decided on the fake it, til you make it (AKA grit your teeth, and bulldoze, thru it) approach to this most WONDERFUL time of the year...

We put up the tree Monday, breaking with tradition of waiting until Alex's birthday. I felt like we needed an update and dejunking of our decorations...So I started by throwing out anything broken, lame or things I never liked ( I even turfed a few lame school ornaments, don't report me)....Man, we have collected a lot of stuff in twenty plus Christmas'....

I then only put up stuff we had room for...and only put about half the ornaments on the tree. I was only a teeny sad, as I set aside all of  Holly's ornaments her Grandma has made since her first Christmas...She'll have her own tree this year....It's not a bad thing, just different....

I then started making stuff (it's the only thing that keeps me sorta not crazy)... using materials I already had....I want to eventually have a more rustic/simple look to our Christmas ....

A banner...(for some reason I have only been able to find Dallyn's stocking??? oh well...I guess Christmas could be considerable cheaper this year ;)....

A table runner...I think it still needs something...maybe stamped or embroidered snowflakes....

A tree skirt...our other one had finally fallen apart...I'll probably change the trees some (next year)

Fabric scrap garland...it was super simple, used up a ton of my scraps, didn't take that long and was next to nothing to make (one half this size on Etsy was $42, are you crazy?)....

 

And this is a total pinterest hack, we wrapped plastic candy canes from the dollar store in fabric and added a twine bow....supper quick, although Bailey and I don't have finger prints left (hot melt glue guns are deadly)....

 

Not bad considering we are not even in December yet :) I still struggle with Christmas, but no one can accuse me of not trying, this year :)

Be Kind or Be Quiet

 

Do you know what its like to be picked last or left out all together....just because you are DIFFERENT????

 

Well I still have an involuntary twitch any time there is even a slight reference to dodge ball, four square or nation ball (do they even play that in Canada?).... It's those flash backs to those class rooms of my elementary years in California and being lined up against the chalkboard, while the two most popular kids pick teams....I ended up on a team out of mathematical default....with the usually "Well Robin, I guess you are the B team"....

 

Beyond helpful for ones budding self esteem?!

 

 

Between cerebral palsy, my GIANT corrective shoes and glasses and that dear mother of mine's issues with providing us with clean laundry and properly fitting clothes...well...can anyone say TARGET?! (and I don't mean the retailer)

 

I was tormented (and so was my sister). Bullied before they made t shirts for it....

 

I was even screamed at and punished by my fourth grade teacher because my wheelchair (I spent most of that year in non walking casts and a chair after corrective surgery) was in the WAY and shouldn't be allowed in a "normal" classroom...

 

good times.

 

I was different...I knew it and there was very little, to nothing I could to change it at the time....

 

But it didn't make me bitter...

 

It made me funny and more importantly, it made me very aware of the power of kindness.....

 

 

 

 

 

Sadly I watched someone recently excluded another....

The exclusion because someone was different...

That difference was not the excluded's fault, nor did the excluded have any power to really change the difference...

Even bringing the difference to the excluded's attention had the power to humiliate and harm further....

 

When questioned the excluder only became bolder in their justification of their exclusion.....

 

It made my heart SAD.

 

They didn't understand the power of kindness that being beaned in the head with a dodgeball had taught me...

 

 

 

 

There always seems to be need to justify our exclusion, mistreatment or judgement of others...

 

Have you ever had to justify your desire to...

Include, Love, and

Understand another?

 

Kindness needs no justifacation.

It's just the right thing to do.

 

Kindness isn't about our comfort it is about giving comfort to another.

 

When our Saviour walked this earth, Did he exclude, ignore or turn away from those who were different???

No, He searched them out and showed love, healing and kindness...

 

SO...

 

Please be KIND...

There are more last picked underdogs like me, than you think.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Report Card Remorse

Madison, Alex and Dallyn just threw their report cards at me, on their way out the door to DQ (the only thing close to resembling Family Home Evening, lately...judge away.)

To say the Kramer clan have become colossal  under achievers is a wee understatement.

Okay so none of them are actually failing but...but I think the have forgotten that grades are in alphabetical order and there are TWO possible levels of achievement ABOVE a C.

I always thought I'd be one of those parents that would pressure and punish my kids into achievement, but I am almost afraid to admit I have turned into the near opposite....

Maybe its that of my five, not one is a similar student to the other, report cards and marks don't usually represent their actual applied effort and so we have down played grades, since the beginning...

But I think we have a problem....

Its not their grades I'm concerned about, it's their obvious lack of effort...in completes, late assignments, not participating in class...not okay my rug rats.

I can't understand why you all are channeling Bart Simpson, but stop it, would ya???

Where is my handbook for having too many  all teenagers??? Is there a chapter called "Lazy and Loosing it???"

Darling rug rats, I guess its time for some creative parenting...driving privileges, social lives, screen time, so many possibilities....What shall I remove first, to rock your world???

Baby Fix

There is finally more hope for the Kramer name and the carrying on of which, no longer lands on my Dallyn's shoulders alone...(thank HEAVENS!)

Last weekend Nolan, Dallyn's ROCK STAR uncle and his DARLING wife Maggie welcomed AUGUSTUS to the Kramer clan and this weekend we got to meet him....

Dallyn was thrilled with his new BOY cousin and didn't even drop him....considering this was Dallyn's first gig holding a baby, we are both shocked and impressed. ;)

 

I don't think there could be a more wanted or loved baby boy in the world....

 

I can't decide what melted my heart more, snuggling this little boy or watching his parents gush over him, seeing my BIL and SIL as Gus' Mommy and Daddy...

 

There is something about a new baby, that instantly reminds you of all that is right in this world.

Gus is perfect.

 

Welcome to the family, Gus!

Congratulations Uncle Nolan and Auntie Maggie, you guys sure make awesome little humans!

Christmas...Come. On.

I know the calender says its six weeks away...but I feel like I am still somewhere in September. Didn't school just start???

 Oh Christmas why do you do this to me every. single. year.
Some with Christmas trees already up and cookies in the freezer and I'm over here wanting it all to go away. Can't we just skip to January?

I guess I'm the Ebenezer of the Kramer clan. It's not that I hate Christmas all together, the honoring  of the birth of the Baby in a manger with it's reminder to be a little kinder...That's awesome.

It's the expectation and exhaustion that come with the Christmas chaos that makes me want to curl up in the fetal position for the next month.

I know simplify, simplify, simplify and for years we have done that in our home...we draw names and only buy one gift each, Santa just fills stockings and we stick to a budget and don't go into debt. Blah, blah, blah....but between school, social and church events there isn't a week between now and then that isn't chalk full of obligations. Add birthdays and appointments and paperwork and my head already feels like one of those tacky blow up, snow globe lawn ornaments.

Medical, work decisions, estate stuff also come knocking on my wreath-clad door during this festive season and even with all my faked positive Christmas joy.... I'm just not sure how it will all play out.

Christmas is a weird time for our family and I think I just need to accept that...Maybe next year will feel better...but I've said that for years... So while you're decking your halls remember...for some Christmas is hard.

Christmas, is it too much to ask... please go easy on this family this year....

A {Mentally ill} AMEN

 Someone said something in Relief Society today that I could have jumped up  and said AMEN. AMEN. AMEN to....

A reminder to be kind and cautious with those who are going through really hard things.

It's somthing that has needed to be said for a long time and made me istantly think of a line from a favourite hymn....

"In the quiet heart is hidden, sorrow that the eye can't see"

We all struggle, some thngs we can hide and somethings we can't....and our hearts all feel sorrow diferently, even in the same trial. Here's what I know...Hard is hard and we need not compare or try to measure our heartache against anothers. Heartache is heartache and hard is hard. We can either help heal each other or we can hurt each other....

We face mental illness...but it could be any heartache really.

So please, I'm begging you....

DON'T  tell me I ROCK or deserve a medal for putting up with my husband's illness....
-He did not choose to get sick. To assume that he chooses this illness, just shows your judgement. Would you tell the wife of a diabetic the same thing???


DON'T give me medical/psychiatric advice unless we ask you....
We have AWESOME professionals on our side...and unless you can play scrabble with the letters behind your name, I won't listen any way.


DON'T ask personal questions about health, work/financial status or medications in a public gathering...
Would you ask "so how's that vaginal bleeding going?" to the person ahead of you at the check out, buying tampons??? (The right answer is NO) Then please don't do it to me, my husband or our kids

DON'T quote scripture or give me cliche sayings....
-Look I can google/pinterest like the rest of y'all, I know you're not meaning too, but it feels like you are implying that my testimony is weak or that I lack understanding of gospel principles.

DON'T tell me about your aunt's sisters neighbours cousins friends experience with being down in the dumps for a few weeks when they lost their teddy bear ....
-I know you re trying to show sympathy, but it only shows you don't understand how serious what we are facing is.

DON'T tell me what YOU would do...
-Chances are if you don't know at least two of my kids middle names AND have seen me in a bathrobe AND/OR been in my house when its a complete pig sty..your opinion means NOTHING to me.

DON'T expect me to tell you everything....
-There are just a few I am COMPLETELY honest with, they are dear friends who's friendships came long before our current struggles.

DON'T tell me about this CRAZY bipolar person you once knew, who did something awful.....
-You are just adding to the stigma we face everyday.

DON'T tell me you could NOT handle what I go through....
-Yes you could...Most of us have little to no choice in the trials we face. We handle what we are thrown because there is no other way around but straight through. You find the depth of your strength in the struggle, not in avoiding it.

DON'T assume it's all GOOD when you see us with our Sunday faces on....
-"Well he looks fine to me." If you had an idea that is taking all the strength in the world, just to pull the public face off.

DO tell him/ me you LOVE us OFTEN
-No one hears this enough, mental illness plays havoc with self image, esteem and perception, So remind us often.

DO educate yourself.
-Google is your friend! We can handle the illness, its dealing with non understanding, uneducated people that sucks the life out of us.

DO include us.
-Sadly we have been excluded and lost a few friends through this journey (yes their loss...but). The illness itself is isolating enough and we want what everyone does...to feel loved, accepted and included

DO pray for us.
-Prayer works miracles...it also acknowledges our struggle in a profound way. If you don't know how to help us, pray for guidance

DO hug us.
-I can't tell you how many times a hug has said more than words could...and given us strength to continue.

DO listen.
-It's not that I need you to fix it, I just need a chance to get it off my chest....

DO treat us like we are "normal"
-My Superman is not crazy and is perectly aware of what is happening...the chemical imbalance  in his brain effects the way he feels, copes with and responds to emotions. It has not affected is spirit or his ability to love and help others.

DO let me say NO
-if I say NO... I can't, we can't do something or go somewhere...give me that out, without guilt. I have become much more aware and accepting that there are limits.

DO ask often.
-It's so hard when some one who should know what's happening, chooses not ask how we are. So ask us how we are, often.

OK, I just fell off my soap box, vent over :)

Please let's help heal one another. kay :)

Oopps...

So like yeah, I bought the wrong panty hose....high waist AWESOME....

Picture a robber with pantyhose over their face....

That's pretty much how my stomach and derriere feel at the moment!

And no I don't even look like that picture.

Pantyhose are plain evil and I must say this new version is its own special little Hello.

And we wonder why women get grouchy...we can't breathe??? 

Eat D@#$ It!

I made dinner last night AND tonight and neither meal involved anything from Costco...and if it happens tomorrow we will have a record....

I HATE making dinner! Why?(I could write a novel)  Because I can never please everyone to start....

I hate beans! Madison proclaims seconds after I add a can to tonight's taco pie..."Since when???" "Since I was like six and if you were a god mom you'd know that!" she says not totally kidding.

Nice! I guess you're starving then....

Dallyn and Super both say "What the heck did you make now!?" nearly in unison..."Taco Pie" I say my back to them....
Now I am not really certain but there was some sort of gagging noise and dramatization of such,  that neither one of them are owning up to...But Madison and Alex are now in hysterics ...

"Well at least its not perogie casserole!!!" Grant says, as I now glare at my ungrateful clan. (referring to my epic culinary failure of 2009)

Nice guys, Just. eat d@#$ it!!!!

Part of my cooking dinner dislike....Dinner comes at the worst time of day ever....I'm a great acceptable parent from about 9 am to 3 pm (yes while they are in school) but by 4:30-5 pm I have reached the limits of my Dr Pepper patience. All of a sudden they all want/need/have to go....

Alex broke the mouth piece to her sax and HAS to have one by morning...
Unnamed child failed a mid term and I have to decide between stern lecture and sympathetic you'll do better next time....
The dog did {unmentionable and disgusting} something....
I can't get the computer to upload the document that HAS to uploaded....
Two want to hang out with friends and NEED an answer NOW!
I'm shooing Dallyn off the ipad he's not supposed to be on.....

AND....

You want me to make a nutritious, delicious DINNER from scratch????

"You should plan ahead...." Yeah, you do not live in the Kramer house, do you??? Its been a fly by the seat of your pants couple of years. ;)
That's it, I'm hiring a COOK....we won't be able to afford food or shelter or clothes...
whatever?!?

Me making dinner is just another opportunity for those ungrateful house mates of mine to make fun of my lack-luster culinary skills...

Stay at home motherhood ROCKS!!! I know I almost forgot too ;)

Given Time

Sometimes the cynical me has to dig deep to find things to be grateful for. I know I have a wonderful family, kids, husband blah, blah, blah. Those blessings, roll their eyes at me and yell sometimes and break things....Making it hard to be that cookie- baking-apron-wearing Mother. Gliding-around-the-house-with-a-feather-duster-and-a-smile-permanent-plastered-on-my-face.

  Its easy to see all the things we want or don't have or wish would hurry up and go away.... Especially when we are standing in a place we don't want to be for too long.....

We have watched a few weeks turn into months and now push past two years. If we had known what we were facing at the beginning we might not have had the courage to keep going.

In a digging deep moment the other day (yes I do have a soul :)), the thought came "Do you know what a gift TIME is?.....even in the middle of turmoil, TIME is a gift."

I had never thought of TIME as a gift before...

Often, I silently tell my Heavenly Father... I'm finished, that He doesn't care, that this isn't fair, its too hard, how angry I am... that I  just want to give up...and I don't want to hurt  or watch others hurt anymore.

In all those moments I just want to skip, fast-forward or erase all together....

 I, we are given TIME. I just never saw it as a gift before.

TIME to learn, to grow

TIME to love, to hope, to pray

TIME for goodbyes, to grieve, to comfort

TIME to wonder, to be angry

TIME to accept, to heal, to understand.

TIME to become strong.


And the trials still come. But I can't deny the answered prayers and tender mercies and that today we stand today stronger than before.... this TIME is a gift.

Halloween Hijinks

So let me be clear...I still hate, despise, think Halloween is LAME!!!! If I ruled the world I'd cancel it all together.... Go ahead report me. :)

{you spend good money to dress your kids up in costumes for two hours, to walk around in a freezing blizzard or pouring rain so they can collect $5 worth of candy, from complete strangers, while they  cry about how cold/ wet and tired they just so you can go home and raid all the peanut butter cups after they are in bed are....It doesn't make sense to me}

 

Well I  ALMOST had everyone convinced that Halloween was canceled this year....

Then there was a mutiny....you know the "you're ruining my childhood, Mom!" kind....

Dallyn announced the night before that he HAD to trick or treat.

"What kind of mother won't buy pumpkins?" Maddie guilted as she walked out the door that morning.

Superman even pointed out that we were the only ones on the street without decorations....

 

FINE!

So when Holly showed up to witness the aftermath of Bailey's wisdom teeth removal...Her and I pulled Halloween out of our....umm, never mind :)

We ran to the dollar store...and this is what $10 does....

 Martha Stewart  um.....I was proud...note the hanging ghosts, totally my idea :)

 

Madison dressed up as Willie (duck dynasty)....and with her friends won her grade's best group costume...

 

Dallyn had no choice and was a ninja, because it was the last $7 costume in Walmart that would fit him....

Its the 2013 version of the vinyl suit, plastic mask superhero costume of my 1970's child hood, although way less flammable :)

 

We picked up pumpkins from the bottom of the crate at QF. This is Holly's.... 

 {at least its spelled right ;)}

And this is Madison's....

{Up sided own on purpose}

Two pumpkins, five kids, its totally fair?....I still hate the spell of pumpkin guts!!!!

 

See I even got in the spirit of things (only because it embarrassed the kids and Superman)...

Yay!!! Halloween is over!!!!

 

Next year I am buy a case of chocolate bars just for me and calling it good!

You hear me rug rats???? I mean it this time!!!! :)

Chipmunk

(Zombie chipmunks refuse to have their pictures taken)

So I was the "worst mother ever" for scheduling Bailey's wisdom tooth removal on Halloween. But in my defense it was then or months down the road and plus she wouldn't need a costume :) (If zombie chipmunk is what she was going for)...

The procedure was completely uneventful and short...When I went back to talk to the nurse Bailey yells "Mom, why? You are so embarrassing!!!!" responding to my Thing 1 get up...

"She had enough meds, she should still be out..." the nurse says smiling, considering she worked all night and had not been to bed.

Bailey had never had any kind of sedation before and instead of groggy after effects, she was a giddy, wound up, hysterical drunk person...

She was laughing uncontrollably as we left the dental surgeons. Stumbling to the car she looks at Holly (who had made a special trip to witness this) and says "Nice jeans Holly....what are you a {expletive}????" We put her in the van before she shames herself further.

As we leave the parking lot and Bailey whips her head around "Whoa, whoa why are we going so FAST!!!!" Grants not even doing 20 km.

She mumbles and laughs the rest of the way....

It was odd because Bailey did not settle all day and  never slept until late last night...weird...

Today she is tired and swollen but otherwise fine. And I love that the surgeons office has phoned twice to (last night, this morning) to check on her.

Bailey you're fine, now go clean my kitchen ;) Just kidding. {I'm a bad parent, but not that bad :)}