Its not often two families are able to gather together for an event that causes them to travel thousands of miles from home to witness and take part in a significant life event such as Kenny's baptism in December 2005. We decided to take advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity and had a photographer come to the house to take some group photos! As with all family gatherings, their visit and their effort to travel such far distances to be with us will be something we remember for a very long time!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Generation after generation....
Its not often two families are able to gather together for an event that causes them to travel thousands of miles from home to witness and take part in a significant life event such as Kenny's baptism in December 2005. We decided to take advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity and had a photographer come to the house to take some group photos! As with all family gatherings, their visit and their effort to travel such far distances to be with us will be something we remember for a very long time!
Family ties....
So after four years we finally settled down long enough to get another family photo taken. It seems like just yesterday that we had Jessica in diapers sitting on my lap and both Kenny and Lisa were no taller than my elbow. Chalk it up to that infamous Schloemer height gene. Let's hope we don't wait another four years to pose for another one. I can't imagine how tall they will be then! I might just have to invest in some higher heeled shoes!
Pomp and circumstance...
Who said graduations had to be long, hot, stuffy and formal? Kindergarten graudations are the way to go! Shorts and polo shirts were the uniform of choice and well...the graudation caps were just for the pictures!
Jessica passed with flying colors! Perfect attendance and the citizenship award were two of the recognitions she received from her teacher and principal this year. We are so proud of her!
After receiving their certificates from Ms. Holland, the Kindergarten graduating class of 2006 signed yearbooks and exchanged autographs. Enjoyed strawberries, marshmallows, pretzels, and brownie bites with chocolate fondue! And talked about what they were going to do for the summer!
Getting the class to settle down one last time before the day was over proved to be quite a task. But for the most part....they were all smiles!
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Smarter than the rest...
So Lisa has proven once again that she is the smartest person we know. Usually parents hate to admit this to their children, but we have finally conceded. Not only does Lisa have the most awesome personality and is a spiritual giant, she has proven that she is intelligent well beyond her years.
At the school's end of the year Honors Program Lisa was awarded the Highest Overall Average certificate in Math and Language Arts. She was highlighted for her Perfect Attendance and was spotlighted for being the only 7th graders in her class of 475 students to score a 100 on her Math CRT's (Alabama's SAT equivalent). CONGRATULATIONS LISA! WE LOVE YOU!
Stake Pine Wood Derby...
Kenny getting his award from Pres. Emertson.
Kenny and Moses with their pine wood derby cars.
Kenny making sure he lined his car up just right.
Smiles after it was all over. Kenny won two races and lost one. Pretty good for a day at the track.
Dry Pack canning day...
A few saturdays ago we were able to drive to the LDS Dry Pack cannery in Slidell, Louisiana to can food storage for the upcoming hurricane season.
Lisa and I helped 8 other women from our Ward pack over 700 cans of beans, rice, flour, sugar, wheat, potato pearls, apple slices, hot cocoa, and tang. We were hot, tired, and sore after a long day but what a fun experience! 
Even Jessica got into the assembly line and did her part! Don't they look cute in those hair nets?
Kenny was the smart one. He made friends with Elder Groll who was serving at the cannery with his wife and he found out where the rest station was!
Mean Moms....
If you looked through the few boxes of belongings I have from my childhood you would find a variety of red, white, and blue ribbons. The kind of ribbons that are won at state fairs and school competitions. Mine mostly came from speech contests that my mom would enter me in while growing up in Hawaii.
We would find a story or poem that fit the theme of the contest and practice for weeks. Memorizing the words and getting the tonation of them just write in order to impress my peers and captivate the judges. One particular contest I remember well required us to recite something about mothers. I'm not sure where my mom found this particular story, but I have never forgotten its words nor the lesson it taught me at such a young age.
I received it in a random email the other day and it brought back many memories. I had to post it. Oh and by the way....Happy Mother's day.
I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.
My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actualy hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.
We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends? The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did. By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.
Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.
As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.
My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did.
She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean.
Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.
written by Bobbie Pingaro (1967)
We would find a story or poem that fit the theme of the contest and practice for weeks. Memorizing the words and getting the tonation of them just write in order to impress my peers and captivate the judges. One particular contest I remember well required us to recite something about mothers. I'm not sure where my mom found this particular story, but I have never forgotten its words nor the lesson it taught me at such a young age.
I received it in a random email the other day and it brought back many memories. I had to post it. Oh and by the way....Happy Mother's day.
I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.
My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actualy hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.
We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends? The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did. By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.
Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.
As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.
My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did.
She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean.
Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.
written by Bobbie Pingaro (1967)
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Mummies or Mommies?
The Egyptian Mummy exhibit was being featured at the Exploreum during the field trip, but I think Jessica had bigger things in mind! Who knew she was such a competitor? Jessica's favorite part of the day was being able to create a rollercoaster by computer and then sit in a makeshift car while 'riding' the rollercoaster she had just developed! What fun! 
The students learned about nature, electricity, cause and effect, and even got to host their own tv newscast! Jessica loved doing the weather forcast. She predicted NO hurricanes in the near future! Thank goodness!
Finding out what our minds can do...
This week I was able to accompany Jessica's Kindergarten class to the Exploreum in downtown Mobile.
What a fun day of adventure and learning!