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Meet the Fun Family...

Welcome to the FUN HOUSE! I am Mrs. Fun, married to Mr. Fun (DUH) and mother to JJ, G, Wy and T. Sunshine and Laughter are two of my favorite things. A good book and glass of ice water can be found on my night stand often. I am the most disorganized person you will ever meet and I despise clutter. I believe if you have children you should display large photos of them around the house... Treats are better homemade, you know, made with love. 143!

Thank goodness for brothers!!

brothers...

Wy went to school today without the tears. He went without complaining. Yesterday he found G at lunch, they played. I am so happy that their lunches overlap and they have time together. I think this will calm Wy’s nerves and allow him the time to make friends without the tears. I strongly believe that this is what he needs right now, his big brother. G is making friends every day. Wy will see this and hopefully begin to talk more and open up with other classmates.
This has been such a rough week. I am emotionally exhausted but today I am smiling. I know it will be okay, I always have but after today I am allowing myself to feel it.

Lunch!

lunch

Now that the kids are in school and I have time for myself I plan to use it to get back in shape and hopefully shed the pounds I gained over the last year. I have walked three times this week and it feels good. I hope to start the Couch to 5K next week.
I am so excited!! I have been down on myself for being lazy and none of my clothes fit and I am getting wrinkles! Time to feel good about me again.

Beyond sleepless nights and tantrums…

A new school is hard, yes. It has different rules, different people and no friends. I switched schools almost every school year. My mom was a gypsy,seems I inherited a little of that. So when my boys say they don’t like school because of these little things and don’t want to go I get frustrated. I know it’s not easy, I know it is hard. I also know that school isn’t an option. You can’t stay home just because you don’t what to go. The first day of school went off without a tear from anyone.
Second day of school, whole other story. Not only are the boys learning new rule and routines so am I.
So it was rough. Wy cried all morning about not wanting to go school, G complained all morning about the lunch rules. T started to follow their ways and I had to bring this train to a halt. No way am I going to let T’s brothers ruin his Kindergarten experience.
By the time we got to school I was so flustered. We passed G’s line and he almost started crying because he couldn’t find it, I quickly found it before his tears started. Wy’s tears were flowing. Parents aren’t allowed behind the school where the kids line up but Wy didn’t know where to go. I was stopped by a duty aide and my stupid tears started flowing. I couldn’t stop them, I went to answer her question and all I could was hold up 3 fingers. She wanted to know what grade he was in and I stood there with tears streaming down my face looking like an idiot holding up 3 fingers like I was 3. I was flustered and I still hadn’t got T to his proper place. I was given a visitor sticker like that makes it okay for me to be back there…..stupid stickers,in my opinion. So to get to the third grade class line ups we had to walk all the way down the bus lane to cross and then all the way back up on the other side. I knew I couldn’t get both boys where they had to be on time. So I sucked up my tears, put on my tough love face. I told Wy where to go and to hustle because he would be late if he didn’t or he would make T late if I had to walk him all the way back. By now his tears were gone and he just nodded. I didn’t have time to watch him, I just hoped he would be fine. I walked T around the front of the school to the Kindergarten doors, kissed him and he was quickly shuffled through another set of doors to the playground.
There I stood,overwhelmed, worried, guilty and exhausted. I decided to check on each of the boys before leaving campus. I still had my powerful visitor sticker on so I could roam the halls freely without getting in trouble. I looked in on G, he was fine..no tears but didn’t look happy. I didn’t want him to see me so I quickly ran down the stairs and peeked in at Wy….broke my heart. He looked so sad. He was just sitting at his desk all slumped over with his head in his hands. So of course, I started to cry. I tried to hold back the tears while I made my way to peek at T. I had a lump in my throat and I am pretty sure I had that “ugly try not to cry face” working for me.
What I saw when I looked in on T made it a little better. He looked like T listening and watching. No tears from him.
So here I am crying all over again because I hate that they don’t like their new school. I know it’s going to take time and before too long this school will be home to them but for now it sucks. There are going to be things they never like about this school, just like their old school but I am hoping there is more to love. I hope that they make friends. Wy said he just say alone on the playground yesterday because he didn’t know what to do. Another tear jerking moment for this mom.

Nobody writes books about this, why not? What am I supposed to do with all these emotions? How can I get through these mornings without tears myself? It breaks your heart when your kids are struggling, nobody warns you of this before you have kids. You hear about how much they cost, the sleepless nights and the tantrums……

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Here’s a little diddy….

I am scared! I am scared what this school year holds. It’s hard to make someone see something that they don’t want to see. If only I could put some other persons eyes in her head for an hour, she’d get it. She would see what all her loved ones see, even Wy sees it. It’s exhausting knowing she doesn’t get it though she plays it off as she does.! Last I checked I wasn’t stupid.
I want her to have a fun high school experience but not with them. Nope, the more I learn, the more I see the less I like. There, it’s out there, I said it.
I have to wonder what goes through a teens head when they take the photos they do and then plaster them on the internet. I don’t want that for my daughter. I refuse to let my daughter behave like that. Even if they are “good” girls they portray themselves as “bad” girls and the rumors are going to fly at that high school. I don’t want those rumors to include JJ. I am done playing games. We are the parents and it’s our way or no way, whether anyone else likes it or not. I am not out to make nice or kiss butt or wiggle around the truth. I am out to help my daughter be successful and happy and respectful. I don’t want her to think it’s okay to yell at anyone, I don’t want her to think it’s okay to lip off to her elders or friends or friend’s siblings. I see it from her “friends” and I don’t like it. It’s not “normal” teen behavior. If my daughter ever yelled or raised her voice to me or anyone she’d lose that phone, facebook and dance classes. She wouldn’t go anywhere on the weekends either. I guess you could say it would be just like this summer was for her all because she disrespected her parents. Some might think our punishment was a bit harsh but after today I don’t think it was harsh enough. I know it’s going to be a slow process but it’s eating me alive in the mean time. I have enjoyed JJ this summer, she’s looking at colleges, planning her future and dreaming again. I am scared once she’s hanging with her old friends that is all going to change due to their influences. I want her to find friends that influence her in a good way not in a way where she doesn’t care.
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Not only am I scared but I am hurt. I feel like she’s listening but doesn’t really care what I think. I feel like I tell her my feelings yet she has nothing to say about it. It’s heart breaking. The excuse “well she’s a teen” isn’t going to fly with this mama. Turning 13 doesn’t give anyone the right to be disrespectful. I was 14, not that long ago, and I can be super mean and play hard ball if pushed to do so.

The joy of parenting continues! I am off to tour the new school tonight. This will be the deciding factor of whether the boys ride the bus or drive them.

High five!

highfive

The importance of encouragement. I am not one to smother my kids with praise but I do think it’s important. I believe kids who get a high five, a knuckle bump or a good job are more willing to try again and want to do better.
With school starting in just a week, I need to remind myself to encourage the kids more.

So go high five your kids!!! For no other reason than them being cool kids!!

Life is Random…

Wy is having a day. A not so good, very very bad day. He’s full of vinegar and tears. I thought feeding him a large lunch, turkey, cheese, cucumber, avocado sandwich with mac n cheese, would help. I was wrong. He’s been so good for so long, I should have known a day like today was just around the corner. It has taken me back to the days where we had to lock him in his room and listen to him scream and kick. Trust me, he was safer in that room. I don’t remember the last time he had an episode of such evil, that brings a smile to my face. Lets hope that today is just a bad day. Today did remind me that I am lucky to have such great kids and that the fight is worth it.

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Last night there were police in the desert right by our house. They had it taped off. Later I decided to walk a little further and there was a house with more police, crying adults and teens and Phoenix Fire Department van.
The kids and I left to get Mr. Fun at 4:30 and nothing. We arrived home at 6:00 and still no activity. Mr. Fun left at 7:10 to get some sushi and vodka, I am serious, sushi and vodka is like milk and bread in the Fun house. So I have to stop here and say I had veggie rolls for the first time last night and I want to eat them EVERYDAY now. Okay, back to Mr. Fun leaving at 7:10. As he was leaving they had the tape up and 10 cop cars around it. After many walks to be snoopy we decided to take one last walk at 11:30. The medical examiners van was there. We watched as they took photos, they moved the van up into desert, blocked it off with a tarp and then there it was. A dead body on a stretcher being put into the van.
We still have no idea what happened. The house with the cops and crying people is connected. The body was just 30 feet from the street, how did it get there? Who killed this person and why? Was the person missing and then found? Was there a fight ? So many questions and no answers. Through this all not one news station showed up or answered their phone when our neighbors tried to call. I am thinking we may never know what happened just yards from our house. We asked the cop and he said ” I can’t go into details but it’s nothing you need to be concerned about.” HOLD THE PHONE!!! There is a dead body just yards from my house and there is to something I should be concerned about.
I am afraid we may never know what happened. I am not scared for the safety of my family but I am so dang curious!

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I have been thinking about my photography. It’s not going in the direction I want it to. It’s really not going anywhere, actually. I think I was influenced to be a family/wedding photography by my peers but that isn’t what I desire. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE families and I love working with them. I love being the one that gives them family memories in print to last a lifetime. I just want bigger! I want my work in magazines, books, billboards…..I want to make art…I want to have a gallery, I want people, strangers, to stand there and stare at my photos.
I have one problem…I am not that great. So I have two problems, if i was that great I wouldn’t know where to start to make this dream of mine happen. I am all for pretending to be that great and reach for my goals. I just have no clue how one even gets to that point of being something bigger than what they are.
I do have one family I desire to photograph. A family that I want to photograph, a family I would love to meet and just tag along for a day and capture them.
The Shay Tards!
So if anyone knows them, give them my name ;)

They say it’s your birthday…

Well it’s Lois’ too!
Click here to a blast from the past yet it’s still so fitting!!!

Lois, I hope you have a wonderful day and know that I appreciate you and love you!!!

Thank you.......
I wish we could go back to this day and do it all over! What an amazing experience.

lois and Pete
Still my favorite photo of two of my favorite people!!

Happy Birthday, I miss you!!

Stand out

daisy

So many vacation photos. I am slowly going through them all.
School starts on the 16th, we have been busy gearing up. I am excited and nervous. I hope JJ loves high school and makes new friends and reconnects with old friends. I hope the transition for the boys is a smooth one. I hope T doesn’t puke during lunch. We went to T’s Kindergarten assessment today and he did great. The teacher,not his that we know of, just gushed over him. Everyone loves T. She also said that she was crossing her fingers that she gets him in her class. I hope so too because I really liked her.
I love summer but I think it’s time for it to be over, the XBOX is starting to give me a headache.

This will be a first day to remember because my first born starts high school and my baby starts kindergarten….how is that fair? I am going to be a mess.
tnjj blog

Moments!

DUB! blog

Simple moments I don’t want to forget

a and j_ blog

Summers seem to be getting shorter every year.

G blog

Every summer someone accomplishes something they couldn’t the year before..

t and j blog

The moment we have to say goodbye gets harder with each passing year. The older my kids the more I realize how important family is. This summer I cried as we pulled away. I wish we could see family more often and the kids could have sleepovers that didn’t require a 6 hour drive.

the group blog

AJAXed with AWP