Why we don't have TV

Allow me to get on a soapbox for a minute or two.

I'm pretty positive that most of you don't, or won't agree with my ideas on TV and kids.

Please know that I am not saying that any other way of handling the TV issue is wrong, this is just how and why, I do, what I do.

It's just me, and really just me, I mean Chad will probably be rolling his eyes reading this more than the rest of you.

I just want to let you know why I feel this way, and if you don't want to know, allow yourself to be distracted by my cute kids. They are the real reason I choose this so-called sheltered little life.

I am not the "Kool-Aid mom."

My kids don't even know what Kool-Aid is.

There are a lot of things my kids don't know about that most kids do.

Then there are a lot of things my kids know about, but wouldn't know about if they didn't have a Grandma Julie, (i.e; McDonalds, Ding Dongs, Sponge Bob and commercials...out of spite I tell ya!).

Chad and I have been married for nearly 8, wonderful, years.

In that time, we have never had cable, dish or even local channels like PBS.

That's right, I didn't watch a single episode of American Idol this year. Gasp.

And you know what, we haven't felt like we've missed a thing.

This was a decision we made before we were married, to not have TV in our home.

We own a TV, and literally hundreds of movies, but never had channels.

The reason for this decision started out because of Chad's kids.

They were TV junkies.

They asked for everything that they saw on commercials.

They would stay up late into the night watching the tube, (I'm talking wee hours of the morning), a trait inherited from their night owl father.

I couldn't deal with that.

I need my sleep, and I was never one to waste my days being a couch potato as a kid.

I wanted more for our family life when they were there, more structured family activities and less zoning out.They did not , and still do not always deal well with this.

Every summer, it is like pulling teeth to get them to stay outside and play like I did as a kid.

I know times have changed, that video games and tv are more enticing then having to use your own imagination, I get that, I can't go a day without using my computer.

So we have screen time.

It is not a set amount of time, not yet anyway.

They can either watch one movie, (educational (not documentaries or anything, but shows like Blues Clues, Little Einsteins or my kids favorite The Magic School Bus), or a Disney type movie with a good meaning-(anything that is not what I call useless, like Spongebob, that teaches my kids to repeat words like 'stupid' or 'duh')) or play for a little bit either on the Wii or on the computer.

I know that there will be time for my kids to fill their heads with useless TV and movies when they are older.

I'm not going to lie, most of my favorite things to watch are completely useless time wasters, but I think as a kid, your brain can soak up so much good, why waste it!

As a kid, I watched TV so minimally, I mean like Saturday morning cartoons, and that is only if the sun wasn't a shinin'!

We were outside at sunrise and my mom had to bribe us to come back inside, long after sunset.

We took our meals outside, and ate them on the run.

We played in the sandbox, we jumped on the trampoline, we rode bikes.

We made up elaborate 'house' like games using my moms old pattern books, choosing our outfits, our husbands, our kids, our bridesmaids, and could entertain ourselves for literally days, just stopping to sleep and resuming where we left off in the morning.

We would have 'carnivals' in our backyard with all the neighbors and have different 'booths' with different games that we paid for with rock tickets and win prizes, like flowers (dandelions), and happy meal toys, and we would always have a trophy to give to the biggest winner of the day, just to hold and admire my plastic 'BigBoy' piggy bank.

I want my kids to have that kind of childhood.

The kind that has so many memories attached to it, that you could write novels about the games you played, and the things you thought up.

The kind of childhood that makes you think of your siblings as your best friends.

After all, they were the ones that you went to the moon with, walked down the catwalks in Paris with and were there the day you became the first 10 year old President of the United States, and the next day when you became the first Queen or King of the whole wide world.

I want my kids to always have popsicle grins, dirty knees, freckled cheeks and sun kissed hair.

I want them to be able to get wet with the hose in a 100 different ways, climb trees, hit a homerun, throw a frisbee, make a million dandelion wishes and gain a complete appreciation for the outdoors.

I want my kids to come in at the end of the day so exhausted, that they can't wait to sleep, and dream about the adventures they will have the next day.

In the winter, if they can't be playing outside, they can read, or play with toys, or work on one of their countless art projects they have thought up.

I want them to use their imaginations while they are young, I want them to just be kids.

So that is why we don't, or won't get TV at the Hewlett household.

Now excuse me while I go watch some re-runs on Hulu.

The (many) Cute Faces of P-Sam

This kid cracks us up! My McDreamy was snapping photos of Porter playing in the pool and he was pulling the funniest faces-check out all those teeth coming in!

Splish Splash

Monday and Tuesday this week were absolute bliss! McDreamy was home on Monday for Memorial day and we spent the whole day relaxing and getting a few things done around the house, then we went to the Appah's for a yummy BBQ. He had to work on Monday night, but had Tuesday off, so after his 'nap' we were able to spend the rest of the day together. It is so rare that we have any real time together anymore, that we all just drink it up. It's just like Christmas for the Hewlett's when he is home.

We spent Tuesday afternoon playing in our friends, the Stewarts pool, with the Appahs. McDreamy was the photographer because he wouldn't get in the water.Above-Bekah aka Chicken little, and Topher aka crazy man. It still amazes me how different these two are and how I can love them exactly the same amount.

Below-Tyler posing for the camera. He's such a poser. I think he wants to be a model. He kept laying on the rocks in a very Abercrombie like pose. He thinks he's pretty hot stuff. He might hit me.

The kids had a blast, but the water was still a little too cold for us adults. I stayed in the (warm) hot tub for a little bit with Porter, but even that got to be too cold. I'm sure there will be many pictures of my kiddo's at this pool during the summer, so let's just call this Splish Splash Part 1.

(The sequel is coming soon with 2 more kids added to the mix! Zachary and Ryeleigh will be joining us for the summer in less than 2 weeks! YIPPEE! We are all so excited! Counting down the days...)

Stubborn

stub.born adj. tenaciously unwilling or marked by tenacious unwillingness to yield; refusing to move or change one's opinion etc., esp. when this attitude is unreasonable; obstinate

stub.bor.ness - resolute adherence to your own ideas or desires

2 Little Blue Eyed Cuties

Science makes us feel warm and bubbly

We have been doing homeschool now for about 5 months. I have really enjoyed it and we are all learning a lot! We have tried and are trying quite a few different things, trying to see what works for us, and I feel like we are finally getting there.

When Chad is home, I like to let him have some time to teach the kids. The last couple of days, he worked with them on the volcano kit that Topher got for his birthday. (Thanks Jaime!)First they had to build the volcano and let it set.Then the next night they got to help it erupt. The kids were fascinated, even though the 'explosion' was less than impressive to us, they had a great old time doing it over and over.

Then after the science project Chad surprised the kids with his favorite treat as a kid! Strawberry soda frozen and then turned upside down to eat like a snowcone. They thought it was so cool-Topher was determined to eat it all, but he was so tired that he fell asleep. I taped it and put it on the video blog. There is not much cuter, than when your kids fall asleep eating.So to sum it up-Dad + school=Fun, Thrills and Chills

Inside the Box

Chad spent his only few free hours this week building the kids this sandbox, it's so great to have a hubby so handy...

...Jason came and helped him fill it up with wonderful sand. Thanks Jason!

My kids L-O-V-E it!

Now we need to figure out how to cover it up at night, and those few minutes each day when the kids are not in it.

We're thinking a tarp with grommets and hooks-does anyone else have a better idea?

We have a cat problem in our yard anyway, before we put up this giant temptation.

(I am not a cat person, especially since my last encounter with having one as a pet, it attacked me when I was pregnant with Christopher. I was bleeding from head to toe, Bekah got scratched in the process and I had to get a tetnas shot it was so bad. I have bad scars to prove it!

Then since we moved here, there are strays and neighbor cats who think our yard is their personal litter box. My kids have stepped in it, and one of our friends kids picked it up and ate some, so I have some problems with the dang cats.

I have considered lacing some tuna with anti-freeze...I won't do it, but the thought has crossed my mind, and made me smile a little.

(I apologize to those who do love cats, I have loved cats in the past, my own cats , that were cute cuddly kittens to begin with, I don't think of these cats as once being cute cuddly kittens, just obnoxious, pooping, rodents.))

From Shaggy to Smoldering

Every time April sees Tyler she wants to attack his hair with the scissors, and he usually says no, so I made him a deal that if he got to hang out one night that she got to cut his hair.

I would love it if he'd let her go even shorter, but he has a small bump on his forhead from a childhood injury that he is self conscience about. (I probably shouldn't have disclosed that huh Rock Skull?)

April did an awesome job with what she was allowed to do.

He also wouldn't let me take a picture of him with the gel April put in his hair and gave him a little faux hawk. It looked awesome, but he is so particular about his hair. He did give me this smoldering look though for the ladies...

Watch out Mr. Effron, you've got some competitition.

(Ha Ha, he is going to kill me for this!)

Enrolled

I know this is the same picture as last post, but I have very few pics of myself, and even fewer with me and all of the kids, besides it's black and white, so it's different.

So here's the deal. I want to stay home with my kids. It's what is right for our family. I also want to do something for myself. In a way it's for selfish reasons. In another, it's for them, I want them to know that their mom is more than just the person who makes them breakfast, kisses their boo-boo's and tucks them in at night. I want them to know that I have other interests and talents and that I took the time to develop them. I have come to a point in my life, that when filling out a stupid online survey, and it comes to the question-'what is your highest level of education?' I am finally at an age when 'high school diploma' is a bit embarassing for me. It is time to go back to school. Done. All enrolled. I am officially a college student, working towards my Associates in Web Design. I like design, I like the internet, I like to learn, I can complete it all online while staying here with the kids. It's a good fit. It feels good.

Toph-Bot

It is a very happy day for me when my kids' drawings start looking like something recognizable.

Like this robot by Christopher.

Proud mama.

I'm a Mommy

Mother's Day was well...crappy...literally. Chad had to be at meetings after a full night of work at 7 am at the church. SO that left me to get the kids ready for church by myself. Nothing new. Except this particular Sunday, Porter got a new tooth, and was not in good spirits. He was crying and clinging as I walked up the stairs to get the older kids up when, oh, such a nasty smell filled my nostrils. I started to dry heave as I walked into the kids room. From the first sentence of this post, you can guess what had happened. I'll spare you the details. Suffice it to say it was DIS-GUS-TING. Woke up mumbling teenager to hold fussy baby while I cleaned up that mess. Got the kids ready for church, giving me no time for myself. Threw on dress that required no effort and some sandals. On my way out the door, saw the sweet note my husband had left for me and the little Flip video camera I had been wanting. Such a sweetheart! Realized once I got to church-my toenails were less than stellar and I was in open toed shoes. Fantastic. Whatever-church was great and we had no further incident. Came home, Chad went to bed and crashed hard. Porter fell asleep in his car seat. I took a little nap myself. Blissful. Then Porter woke up. I went into his room to an even worse smell than that morning. Clothes needed to be changed. I'll leave it at that. After Chad was able to get his eyes opened we went t o the Appahs. We had a fantastic dinner and a great time as always hanging out. So, it wasn't all, ummm...crappy. But it comes with the territory of being a mommy, and it's all worth it!

Radio Flyer

Baby Shower Gift

My friend Rachel is having a little girl, and I made her some stuff, and then some more stuff...This above is a diaper and wipe pouch and then some homemade laundry soap, and a measuring cup that I painted. Cute! I opened an Etsy shop, and have done nothing with it, but I made some labels, so I slapped those on. (The laundry soap, I have really enjoyed, it's a little gloopy, but if you shake it up-it's great!-I found the 'recipe' here on little birdie secrets.) Below is the dress I made for her, I hope it fits...otherwise it will be a cute doll dress! Finally I made her this headband, which I have started making a few of these. They are really cute on, and may be the first thing that goes up in my shop, if I can stop keeping them for myself!

Go overboard on a shower gift? Me? Never.