Life, Home Schooling and the COVID19. . .

Life in the Pandemic. . .

We are sheltering in place, not because we have to, but because it is logical. When faced with the possibility of the spread of a virus like this one, it makes sense to limit contact with others. I am an introvert so, this is not as difficult as it sounds. The boys are having a little harder time with it all. They have gone out just to ride around and get some fresh air, I have threatened them within inches of their lives if they go anywhere to visit right now. They went out yesterday and Sprat took some pictures of two fields near our house and sent them to his “friend” in MA. The closest field to the friend is apparently a good little stretch in MA. I had to giggle just a little, the things we take for granted.

PE in the COVID 19. . .

The boys have both been out every day a couple times a day to throw and play wall ball (lacrosse). They are keeping their skills for the next season of Lax, whenever that might be. The hubbs has been practicing his gardening skills, he bought me some celery plants and has planted potatoes. We have radishes and peas to plant also. We have onions in the ground already from the winter.

Sprat in PE
Big T did not get a Lax picture so here it is.
PE in the COVID19 homeschool…
The big green orb is our composter for the garden. LOL!!
My Lax boys. . . love them to the moon and back.

Life does go on. . .

The hubbs is home until further notice, I am still working but from home. The boys are still doing school work and practicing their lacrosse skills. They are sometimes testing my patience. The one thing this “pandemic” has done is bring us all a little closer. Our family dinners around the table had sort of gone away, we all had somewhere to be but, with this virus none of us have anywhere to be but here. There is always a plan, nothing happens by chance, perhaps this is the message we should be taking away from all of this. Be home with your family, take care of your family, love your family.

And Just Like that We are Home Schooling. . .

Lots of Emotions This Week. . .

This is an add on to my last post about detesting the media. Just like that, my Sprat is coming home. There are mixed emotions about that; I love that I will get to see him but I am worried about him finishing this semester at home online. Sprat struggles with the online only format of learning. He has had a good semester so far and I want him to finish strong.

I am very sad that his lacrosse season was cut short too. We have yet to see him play college lacrosse in person, goodness knows I watched all three games on TV and watched the replay several times. I am especially sad for the seniors that did not get a true season this year. Big T did not complete his lacrosse season either.

Sprat in red going behind cage.
These are compliments of Sprat’s friend. Sprat in white on the left.

Online Classes for High School. . .

Online classes for high school will probably be the most difficult hurdle for many kids. I am thankful that Big T already has a computer from his school since he is dual enrolled in college and high school classes. His transition to online classes will be much easier than most. It is going to be difficult for those that do not have access to computers or internet most high schools do not have computers for every child. Larger cities will be better prepared for this situation than the rural areas.

I would love to hear how you will handle your child being at home to finish high school or college. Please leave your comments below. . .

I Detest the Media. . .

Growing up. . .

When I was in school and we talked about journalism and news reporters we talked about bias. We were taught that reporters reported facts not their own opinions. It did not matter what their feelings were on the subject they were reporting they did not interject their opinion. I know I sound like I am 100 years old but, I am not. It has only been in recent years that the media has lost sight of reporting fact.

“And that’s the way it is. . . “

That was the sign off for one of the most respected men in journalism, Mr Walter Cronkite. I wish more reporters would strive to be as honorable and forth right as Mr Cronkite. He gave you the facts without his opinion or personal commentary. There was no wondering if what he was reporting was the truth or not, you could trust him. These days I have no trust for any reporter, lying and stretching the truth has become part of the job description.

Reporters today . . .

Reporters today are trying to sensationalize everything just to get the rating points. It seems the more of a frenzy they can whip up the better it is for their job performance. What ever happened to reporting the truth? What happened to giving the public the facts of a story?

Case and Point. . .

The Coronavirus is a perfect example of the media blowing everything out of proportion. Some idiot on Facebook was telling everyone from a news source that there are 100,000 cases the Coronavirus in the United States. That is false per the CDC web site as of March 13th there were 1,629 cases affecting 46 States. Of the 1,629 cases 1,362 are under investigation so they are not even positive cases yet. https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/cases-in-us.html There are 41 deaths due to the virus but let us put that into perspective; flu deaths are estimated, per the CDC, between 20,000-52,000. Those deaths are from October 1, 2019-February 20, 2020. Think about that, why is the media not reporting that?

Conclusion. . .

In conclusion, please do your own research before you believe anything that you see or hear anywhere. Oh, and please wash your hands and keep them away from your face!! That is the best method of preventing spread of all virus and disease.

Why I Am a Lacrosse Mama

Sprat after the first Scrimmage. . .

Sprat had his first scrimmage last week and they played their first game yesterday. Hard loss 6-7 but very exciting to watch. Sprat played the whole game and even was mentioned in the after game write up. It is hard for this mama when my baby is playing a sport and I cannot be there in person to cheer him on.

Thankful for technology. . .

The game on Saturday was in Maine and I was so thankful that the school live streamed the game for those that could not be there. I got to see my boy play his first official college lacrosse game on the Big screen. Not every school has that option but most of them do. Sad I could not be there but so happy I did get to watch him play. Very exciting weekend.

Big T has his first lacrosse game tonight and I will not be able to attend that one either. The hubby will be holding down the fort for this one. I have to work so the hubbs will be texting me the play by play. The hubbs and I try to be at the boys sporting and academic events but things do come up that prevent that, but one of us is always there.

The Little Leaguer. ..

“I had a little leaguer, that played ball for me. He never missed a practice, he was always there at 3; and when we had a ball game his best he’d always show, I’d ask where his folks were at, but he would never know. They’d bring him to the ballfield and then go on to town, and then one day he got hurt real bad, his parents could not be found. He’s grown up to be a teenager now and he’s in and out of jail. And his parents often ask me, ‘Tell us where we failed.’ So all you parents with little leaguers, go to their games and stay, and let them know that you’ll be there every game they play. And should they make an error, don’t make them feel ashamed, just tell him to try a little harder it’s all part of the game. And when it is his time at bat, stand and holler loud, It will make him feel much better to know you are in the crowd. ” by Anonymous

The poem above was printed in June 1969 in my hometown paper. My mom saved this paper like many other things and she shared it with me when my boys started playing little league ball. I love this poem, it speaks volumes to what your child really needs. They do not need things, they need you. They need you present in their lives and they need to know you are there cheering them on through life.

Mom, forever a cheerleader. . .

I hate missing my kids events, whether it is academic or athletic, I want to be there for every one of them. It is hard and it does not always work out that way but the hubbs and I make every effort for at least one of us to be there. Sprat in college 15 hours away does make it difficult but, we are going to see two games in person this year. I am beyond excited to see him and getting to see him play will be icing on the cake.

Stay tuned as the laxmom journey continues. . .

Working Marriage and Family. . .

Before we had kids. . .

My very sweet hubby and I will celebrate twenty-seven years of marriage in a few months, something I am pretty proud of. These days couples just do not stay together, for what ever reason, the marriage ends. Ours is not perfect, we argue and fight, he has his opinion and then there is mine. Our biggest fight was very early in our marriage and was when we bought our first home. He knew what he wanted in a home and I knew what I wanted. Our realtor asked my sister-in-law if we were still together after the first six or so years of marriage. I had to laugh because we used him again when we started looking for our home we are in now fourteen years ago. He is divorced, maybe he should have fought a little more with his wife.

Working marriage. . .

Ours is a marriage of compromise and helping each other. My husband cooks and goes to the grocery store to buy our weekly groceries and has a full time job. We work together in our family and we do things together, not because we have to but because we want to spend time with each other. I shared above, we do fight and argue, I think that is part of being human. It is not all sugar and lollipops but we make it work. Marriage is work, do not be fooled, it takes two people working very hard to keep a marriage and family together.

The boys. . .

While Sprat was at home over Christmas break we had several opportunities to talk about school and growing up. Sprat shared some things with me about how school was going. He opened up about the fact that not all of his friends and acquaintances grew up with the same home life. Sprat told me how thankful he was to have his dad and I in his life. Some of his friends parents were not a part of their lives and some only had one parent.

I am not a helicopter parent although, some have said I was over protective. I have to laugh at the over protective part, especially since my oldest is fourteen hours away in college. Maybe I was “over” protective of my boys when they were little but I have always encouraged them to do what they love and to work hard in everything they do.

Big T has always been like a little adult since he was about three years old. He says what is on his mind and does not apologize for the fact. Both of my boys have very strong opinions on things; life, politics, and rock bands. He wants to go to a college that is ten hours away and play lacrosse, just like Sprat.

Conclusion . . .

Marriage and family life is work and it takes two people to love each other and work together to make it work. We have our ups and downs and we fight and argue but that is what being an adult is about. Stay tuned as my blog chronicles our ups and downs. Please check out my previous posts and leave me a comment so I know you were here.

Happy Valentine’s Day. . .

A little text goes a long way. . .

I got a text today from Sprat, “Happy Valentine’s Day momma.” I thought that was the sweetest thing. It brought a little tear to my eye. I had just dropped off some of Mom and Dad’s old clothes to our local charity and then got that sweet text. I was a little down thinking about cleaning out Mom and Dad’s house and thinking about all the things Mom had saved of mine over the years.

Valentine’s Past. . .

Growing up my parents always gave us a small heart shaped box of chocolates for Valentines. It was always sitting at the breakfast table when we got up on Valentine’s day. I carried that tradition on to my boys, every year they got that same heart shaped box of chocolates only their box had a small teddy bear on top. Even now with the boys older I still get that small box of chocolate with the teddy bear on top for their Valentines. Sprat got his box early since he would be at school on V day. He told me he was going to give it to his new “friend” Jacki. He wanted to pass that tradition to her. One, two, three. . . Awwwwww!!!!

Traditions. . .

I love that Sprat wants to pass/share that tradition of the Valentine’s box of chocolates with the teddy bear. I hope he will share that tradition and all of the other ones with his family when he has one. That thought does this mama proud, it is nice to know that the little things did mean something. We try so hard as parents to do things right, you may or may not ever know if what you did had any impact.

Stay tuned as we continue this journey. . .

Hidden Gems We Find. . .

This is Me, no filters, on college move in day with Sprat September 2019

This Beautiful little girl is me, not sure how old I was.

We found all sorts of gems at Mom’s house while getting things ready for the renovation. The above was a surprise found in the piano bench. There were a set of three of these; my brother, sister and then this one of me.

I had to laugh when I saw the picture because of my mouth being wide open. It all started at birth, the whole mouth wide open thing, I was always a very happy little girl. I still laugh with my mouth wide open.

Not sure how old I was here but this one is framed at my Mom’s. Again the mouth wide open loving life. I hope that is how I will be remembered, always laughing and loving life.

When my boys were born, I thought they looked like my husband, now I think they look more like me. I will let you guys be the judge, tell me what you think.

My very handsome husband at work.

Your task if you choose to take it, who do these handsome boys look more like? Will you choose Me or my very handsome husband? I think they look a little like us both. I will take the middle ground. Please leave your comments below.

Updates on House and Home. . .

The day before Thanksgiving my mom’s power went out and when she got up to check on things she tripped, fell and broke her hip. I rushed home to get to see her just before hip replacement surgery. She is doing great now and we are in the process of renovating their basement so that Mom and Dad can go back home after rehab.

It took some time to find someone to take on this renovation project. Mom and Dad have lived in this house for about forty-seven years. You can imagine the things that have accumulated in those many years. My sister, brother and myself did contribute a good bit to the accumulation of things.

My Mom saved all kinds of things from our childhood. I was cleaning out a closet to try and help prepare for the renovation and found my sister’s white go go boots she used to wear when she carried the banner in the marching band. Those boots looked brand new, I also found my old roller skates and they also looked brand new. Stumbled across one of our old dummies that we made for Halloween one year. We stuffed an old pair of pants and shirt with news paper and would set it up on the porch to scare the little kids.

Mom kept an entire set of National Geographic magazines, and do you remember the World Book Encyclopedia, she has that set too. I have not so fond memories of writing papers using those Encyclopedias. My kids do not know the joy and drama of looking facts up in the Encyclopedia, of course when you got the information from those books you knew it was fact. These days on the internet you could be getting anything but facts.

Mom also kept most of the Appaloosa Journals that they received along with Muscle and Fitness, Southern Living, Our State, and all of the NC State magazines. We purged those all except the most recent ones.

After going through all of those magazines and tossing a good portion of them I realized, I am my mother’s daughter. I have come home to throw out my old magazines, I have only kept the ones that have something of interest to me. I am also going to clean out my closet to donate what I cannot and do not wear.

Stay tuned as we continue to prepare for the renovation, Lacrosse season College and High School, and living our best life.

Background on Our Crew. . .

This is my crew many years ago, Sprat lower right, Big T on the left and of course  the hubby and I.  This was taken at one of their birthday parties at a tumble gym.  

Mom and my sister and myself,  this would have been Christmas 1986 or ’87.  I cannot remember which. 

We took the boys on the Polar Express train ride.  We had a blast, when I made the reservation the lady said, “wear your PJ’s everyone does.”  We all showed up in our PJ’s, to my husbands chagrin, and we were the only adults in PJ’s.  Sprat said, Mom you all are the only parents in PJ’s, I simply replied yes and we are the only ones that know how to have fun.

The boys enjoying the Fair and the bumper cars.  The hubbs and I always took the boys to the Fair each year.  We always went when the boys could get the ride all day bands.   These are just some of our family traditions.  

We also used to go tubing with the boys in the Summer.  When the boys were little we had a couple Summers where we did stay-cations.  The boys loved it, we went to local AA baseball games and I took them to the pool during the day, this was during my stay at home mom days. 

We took a few trips here and there with the boys.  This is on our trip to Sea World. This was the boys petting the Rays, notice the hubbs holding Big T by the shirt so he does not fall face first in the water. 

This was just a little background on my family.  Stay tuned for updates on the boys and all the goings on with high school and college lacrosse.