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This Moment {7.22.11}

A Friday ritual.

A single photo bunch of photos – no words – capturing a moment from the week.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Inspired by SouleMama.
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Have a great multigenerational vacation with my parents. Lovefest all day long!

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This Moment {7.14.11}

A Friday ritual.

A single photo bunch of photos – no words – capturing a moment from the week.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Inspired by SouleMama.
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Watching big sis and wanting to sail, too.

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“Summer, summer, summertime – time to sit back and unwind…”

by Kanesha

I love summer! Warm weather, afternoons at the pool, cook-outs and fruity cocktails – summer is a glorious time of year.

I didn’t always feel this way, not when it came time for my oldest to get out of school.

What was I going to do with her for an entire summer, while I was working full-time and her father was away from us – off doing some Roswell-esque research project?

OK – I’m being a bit dramatic about hubby’s research project, but the point is, he was still gone for 3-to-7 weeks during the summer and for me, managing the summer childcare was a challenge.

Back in the day…

Right after spring break, I would start my internet research, comb the newspapers, talk to friends, pick up Colorado Parent’s Summer Survival Guide (yes, it’s called that!) and keep my eyes and ears open for the best day camps that were ALL DAY, reasonably priced, and would be fun for my daughter. I would build intricate summer matrices that would have my work schedule, hubby’s travel schedule, vacation time, and my daughter’s day camp schedule. It was exhaustive to build and ugly to look at.

Before MIL – WACKY summer schedule

Fast-forward three years…

Build up to summer and my summer schedule are simply glorious now that my MIL lives with us. My daughter and I relish the opportunity to find cool, fun, boutique-like and HALF-DAY camps that cultivate her creative side. We can be picky about the camp themes and cost because she doesn’t have to go to camp every week of the summer. If the roster fills up before we’ve registered, no big deal! And if there is something my daughter wants to do or learn, and we can’t find a camp for it, my MIL will CREATE the camp at home.

Last summer’s “homemade” camps included: Kumihumo, painting with watercolors, making beaded jewelry, origami, and creating a village of Model Magic people.

This year, my daughter selected camps that focused on French, cooking and knitting.

French Language and Cooking camp

It was hard for me to leave my daughter at the French camp the other day because I wanted to stay and play too. But later on that day we cuddled and I got to hear about her adventures, listen to the new French song she learned and sample the hachis Parmentier.

hachis Parmentier

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Hubby is away on travel, I’m working and my MIL and I alternate doing the pick-ups and drop-offs. My MIL is planning to do her own baking, tie dye, and knitting camp with my daughter. No stress, no pressure, just leisurely fun.

Fire up that blender!

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Multigenerational Temperature Control – when is 78 degrees not 78 degrees?

It is entirely true that older people feel temperature in a different way.

My parents, who live in the lower level of our home “feel” the change in temperature more than we do on the main level.  My house is a 2,100 square foot ranch with an additional 2,000 square foot lower level – plenty of room for this multigenerational family.  However, on the main level, we have 20 foot ceilings while below is the normal 9 foot.  I am sure you can anticipate the problem?

It is easy to see, then, how air conditioning and heating are diffused on our level and intensified on theirs.  The result: my father predictably skulks up the stairs in both winter and summer to adjust the temperature.  This drives my husband and me into orbit.  And what pushes us over the edge – he claims not to do it!  As if we do not hear the heat or the A/C mysteriously turn on or off seconds after we detect his size 12s on the stairs!

My mother mentioning how cool or warm it is, however, gets my attention fast because she NEVER complains about the temperature in the house.

Last week, Boulder, Colorado had a record-breaking day of heat – 94 degrees.  I know my Arizona friends will think this a mild summer day but for CO, it was hot.  We had not turned on the A/C yet, but in my book, hitting 90 is the go-ahead to close windows and crank down the air.

At 10 pm, as I lounged in my cotton nightie, cool and comfortable, watching a re-run of Frasier (miss that show!) I heard footsteps on the stairs.  Anticipating my dad, I was shocked to see my mom – in her full-length mink, neck to knees – bound up in fur.  (please don’t take offense, this fur has been around for decades…)

She asked in her gentle, unassuming way, if perhaps I had the A/C on too low?

In between my bouts of  hysterical laughter, I checked the temperature and it was accidentally set to 68 – not 78.  After walking downstairs, I agreed with my dad – you could have hung meat down there.  We quickly warmed it up by opening the windows and doors and turning off the air.

My parents have since taken cardboard and duct tape and sealed their vents shut so they only get a trickle of cool air.  And I have agreed to only adjust the temperature in the house with the hall light on.

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