My monkeys are my own personal fairy tale in real life...

My monkeys are my own personal fairy tale in real life...

Ramblings, Sentiments, Rantings and Musings

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I am a mother of 5 wonderful children and wife to one amazing Navy man. I am always changing things in my life, constantly learning something new and trying it out. I am a wannabe vegan, minimalist and currently living full time in an RV. Just for clarification, I say wannabe, because I know I am not perfect, but each day I strive to do the best I can. That's all I can expect from anyone no matter where they are in life. I learn something new everyday...mostly about myself and my little corner of reality. Life, to me, is loving, learning and making memories. These are better than all the tangible riches one can get their hands on! Besides, there will come a day when all I have left is my love and memories...so I'll stockpile as much of those as I can!
F is blogging!!!



Below is F's first attempt at blogging. I typed for her of course! She has been taking pictures like crazy lately so she wanted to put them on the blog. We sat down this morning and looked at all the pictures she had taken so we could pick out the ones she wanted to put in her post. This took a little while but she didn't mind. She usually wouldn't have the patience for this nor would she sit still long enough to finish it. I am most impressed!
We narrowed her choices from about 25 to I think it was 7. As she started narrowing down, I realized that all the pictures she picked were the shots she took of all of us in her family. I think that says alot about her and how she feels about us as a family. It made me all warm and fuzzy inside. She had lots to say about us, but even more about herself. I had such a good time typing what she said. I didn't edit her sentences either mind you. Fun stuff!
I also wanted to put this photo that I took of her this morning. See last night we all went bowling and at the end, as usual, the kids wanted to play a few video games. For some reason she always hones in on the big game that has all the stuffed animals in it. The game that make me cringe every time I see it, for it always brings disappointment for her. Can I express how much I really want to throttle the person that came up with this evil wicked game!!!

Last night of course the only thing that she is interested in is this stupid money robbing game! All the kids told her she was wasting her money, but alas, she totally ignores their warning and starts dropping quarters in. She played an unprecedented (for her) ten times. I of course am screaming in my head "How many times must she torture herself with this game, damn that inventor!"

Well luck or should I say sympathy was on her side last night because with her last quarter she amazingly grabbed hold of this...
As I watched her being ever so cautious so as not to drop it before the slot, my heart began to race. I am holding my breath with anticipation and I imagine she was too. The few seconds it took to safely to the slot seemed like an eternity. And then woohoo! She had done it! I was so happy for her. My heart soared so high that you would have thought she took gold in the olympics of stuffed animal grabbing! She had done it hooray! The moment was stunning and you could feel her elation!

Why does there always seem to be a downside? Maybe it is just me being pessimistic of future attempts and seeing her disappointed time after time! So anyway, I cringe over, what seems to be the inevitable downside of this very cool experience, which is the part that I am sure she will have a renewed sense of the possibility of winning again no matter how high the odds are stacked against her! But determination is probably her most dominant quality and we love her for it! She won! She's thrilled and I am thrilled for her and that's what matters most right now!

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"I am beginning to suspect all elaborate and special systems of education. They seem to me to be built upon the supposition that every child is a kind of idiot who must be taught to think. Whereas, if the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily. Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself, instead of sitting indoors at a little round table, while a sweet-voiced teacher suggests that he build a stone wall with his wooden blocks, or make a rainbow out of strips of coloured paper, or plant straw trees in bead flower-pots. Such teaching fills the mind with artificial associations that must be got rid of, before the child can develop independent ideas out of actual experience." -- Anne Sullivan