One-week freedom anniversary

Today marks one week that both kids have been in school and I’ve fallen into a nice pattern.

5:30 a.m. Wake up, work.
6:50 a.m. Wake up kids.
7 a.m. Wake up kids again. I really mean it this time. Get Bode breakfast
7:15 a.m. Wake up daughter AGAIN. Threats begin.
7:16-7:54 a.m. Eat breakfast, make beds, get ready, more threats.
7:55 a.m. Walk son to the bus stop
8:15 a.m. Drive Haddie and our carpool to school
8:30-10 a.m. Workout/play
10:30 a.m..-3:10 p.m. Work.
3:11 p.m. Pick-up kids, homework, chaos, dinner.
10:30 p.m. Fall into bed. If I’m lucky.

My level of productivity has astounded even me and it’s helped I haven’t had any glaring deadlines this week. After Labor Day, work meetings/lunches begin but I’m making a concerted effort to keep my first couple of hours free to hike or bike.

My friend Tiffanie asked me to help lead a 20-mile hike with the Scouts on Labor Day so I’ve been exploring some new routes in Boulder. Jamie calls it slacking off. I call it research.

Either way, I win.

As for the kids, they are thriving. Bode starts soccer next week and adores first grade, his teacher, the school and his buddies. In his assessment he tested waaaay above the standard in all his subjects and hopefully he’ll keep at it. I’m relishing our walks to the bus stop and that he still adores me enough to hug, kiss and even take me down in the occasional thumb war.

These are limited days, indeed.

Hadley is also doing really well and will begin swim team and piano lessons in September.

I, of course, was worried because she started a new school but she loves it. Well, she loves most aspects of it except the academic  part (which I suspect will be a battle until she graduates). She has made a BF in class, plays in the treehouse with all the boys at recess (gulp), is thrilled to be learning the violin in orchestra (painful earplug gulp), thinks she’s bilingual with her Spanish class and is counting down the days until her first field trip and the pranks they’ll pull on the boys

In our public school, they went to the museum, to a play or the zoo. Wanna know what her charter school has planned? A 3-day, 2-night camping trip to Mesa Verde National Park.

It’s no wonder she’s liking it.

And I’m really, really happy she’s there. Though there have been some preliminary hiccups/annoyances, I love the beautiful campus (I’ll have to post pictures soon) and the kind of activities they have planned. From their back-to-school picnic to a potluck with all the families in our class to a Fall Festival for the community to a 5K…that’s all within the next month.

And just how is Fat Kitty adjusting to our suddenly-quiet house?

Rather well, I’d have to say.

The back-to-school parent conspiracy and why all moms should have a “Princess Year”

On Wednesday, I posted the following status update on my personal Facebook page:

It’s my son’s first day of first grade and my first day of both kids in full-day school. Worked, hiked, baked, started a new project and napped. Why didn’t anyone tell me how FREAKIN’ AWESOME it is? #ParentConspiracy

I got 32 “likes” and 18 comments, mostly along the lines of “I’m so jealous” or others like my friend Cheryl who posted: “13 days for me. But who’s counting?”

She deservedly is. She has all six kids in school for the first time.

I consider myself fortunate to work from home while raising my family but it’s meant a lot of early mornings and late nights so I can be present for my kids. Most moms are master jugglers and I’ve had my share of dropped balls.

But what surprises me the most are people’s expectations. “Are you going to get a job now?” “What on earth are you going to do to stay busy?”

Somehow people have forgotten that motherhood and managing a household are full-time jobs.

Last year, my friend Tina bucked the naysayers and CLICK HERE TO READ ON AT MILEHIGHMAMAS.COM

A Day of Firsts: First Day of First Grade

Sweet baby Bode

Back-to-school is bittersweet this year. Sure, I’m looking forward to both the kids finally being in full-day school but also mourning the loss of spending my afternoons with my little buddy, Bode. I say this with every year but I really wish I could just freeze time.

“Freeze” being the operative word, thus meaning it would be winter.

With Hadley already back in school, Bode and I crammed in as much as we could our last day together: Monopoly tournaments, the skate park with our buddies, a fun playdate.

That evening, it was like the night before Christmas and he couldn’t sleep with anticipation so I spent some time in his room. You know those kids who are OCD clean freaks? Mine are the opposite and it looked like a bomb had gone off.

“Bode, we need to take a few minutes to pick up this room. We can’t go to the first day of school with our room looking like this, can we?”

“Sure we can!”

He is called a “lazy optimist.”

The next morning, I woke up early to bake him cinnamon rolls and insisted we snap some first-day shots in the garden. He hates to have his picture taken so I told him to do some funny poses. He tried, he really did. But my friend Susan pointed out on Facebook that he has Jazz hands.

Modeling Grandma B’s back-to-school clothes

I’m not going to explain what that is because my little man’s man would be mortified.

Unless he someday stars on Broadway and we can say it all started here.

By the time we got to school, he had simmered down from his photo shoot and was thrilled with his teacher. Bubbly fun, energetic and beloved, Bode already got to know her last year when he was bumped up to her first grade reading class.

That forced, pained smile means he’s happy inside. Really.

Maybe we should go back to the Jazz hands pose.

Only one of last year’s besties (Nicky) is in his class so he was a bit nervous when we arrived to be surrounded by (horrors) girls. I spotted one little boy in line who had an Angry Bird attached to his backpack and pointed it out to Bode.

That was all he needed.

Thirty seconds later, the dude had a BFF and I’m sure they’re already planning their first Angry Birds in Space playdate.

It’s good to be a first grader.

Summer 2012: It’s a WRAP!

We’re currently in back-to-school mode but I’d be remiss if I didn’t post about some forgotten moments of summer.

Or rather, soon-to-be forgotten because I have the worst memory ever.

Of course, there was our trip to Calgary to visit my family, whom I’m missing like crazy. From My Favorite Ice Cream Shoppe.

Cute cousins
Attacking my bro Pat
Disturbing family pic w/ niece Emily, SIL Jane & creeper Pat
Overlooking downtown Calgary

To my almost-daily bike rides with Dad all over the city. Dude is in his 70s and still cranking out 20 miles/ride.

Not to be forgotten is our better-than epic trip to Disneyland to witness the opening of Cars Land.

‘Twas definitely in the Top 3 Vacations Ever.

And that means a lot because we’ve been on some killer trips.

Like this one to YMCA of the Rockies Estes Park.

We also had plenty of local adventures such as Heritage Square. I did a write-up at Mile High Mamas about it and between the alpine slide, amusement park and new Miner’s Maze Adventure, the kids had a blast.

Water Walkerz a.k.a. “hamster balls” were a hit

The claustrophobic need not attempt.

And then there were plenty of activities with the youth from our church. Every Tuesday night, they congregate for fun or service and my kids are always delighted when I let them tag along.

Like this boating adventure at Chatfield State Park.

Haddie tubing behind the boat w/ her two babysitters
Stomp rocket fun; minor nailing of geese involved

The weather turned really blustery and we were delighted our group of 30 had the beach to ourselves.

Fair-weather wussies.

On another youth activity, we hit Bear Creek Lake State Park for some good ol’ fashioned crawdad fishing, swimming and playing.

Building the crawdad swimming hole

And the scariest of the youth activities: tubing down Clear Creek. The Adventure Kids had a blast navigating the rapids.

Until they rode with me and we flipped backward and capsized. Want to talk about scary mom moments as I tried to swim upstream to collect them? I prefer not to. Big-time #MomFail.

But I made up for it on our final getaway before school at the Omni Interloken Resort in Broomfield where we endlessly played in the pool, fine-dined and scavenger-hunted with their Camp Omni program.

Poolside with the Honey
Snowcones at H2O Pool Bar

And, of course, we have to end with Hadley and Bode’s television debuton 9News.

Dear Denver Summer 2012: You about killed me with your record-breaking streak of 100-degree days in June and July.

But you’re definitely a summer we’ll never forget.

Mom Confessional: What I Did (and Mostly Did Not) Learn This Summer

School starts for my daughter today and I can’t help but reflect back upon the last few months. At the advent of every summer, I make grandiose plans.

We’ll do a different activity every day!
We’ll make lots of new friends!
We’ll engage our minds by daily learning in science, reading and math!

By summer’s end, the result is usually the same: “Yeah, right.”

It’s not that we didn’t learn a lot this summer. I learned:

1) Broken DVD players should be immediately replaced during multi-day road trips to Canada.
2) Husbands should not get two speeding tickets within a half-hour of each other in Wyoming.
2) Every detail of navigating Bowser’s Castle in Super Mario Bros on my son’s Nintendo DS.
4) I need a vacation at the end of summer vacation.

I really did try. A few weeks ago, I introduced my kids to Math Dice, a game I bought at the beginning of the summer. Predictably, my math-prodigy first grader answered all the questions while my math-challenged third grade daughter let him.

I wasn’t fooling anyone. Half-way through our game, she glared at me. “Hey, I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to trick me to do MATH!”

Though she’ll never make it as a mathematician, she may have a future as a private investigator.

The only thing I did really well (besides played, traveled and played some more) was encouraged the kids to read every day. But even that has its drawbacks–it’s called The Day of Reckoning.

In an ideal world, we could go to the library, check out a stack of books and return every last one of them on time.

In my world, due dates are forgotten, overdue charges are heaped up and books are lost.

My end-of-summer tab?

Well, let’s just say I learned something else: I’m single-handedly doing my part to support Jefferson County Public Libraries.

Better luck next summer.

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How Omni Hotels’ Appetizer Changed My Life

During our fun staycation at Omni Hotel Interloken, we were thrilled to have breakfast and dinner at Meritage, their signature resort restaurant.

We ate a lot. Jamie had the Land and Sea with lobster and buffalo tenderloin while I opted for the 16-spice Chicken with blackberry licorice reduction, green onion mashed potatoes and glazed carrots.

It was every bit as unique and tasty as it sounded.

The kid’s menu had a great variety of food, including Captain Nemo’s Fish Plate (Hadley), Little Paisan Pasta and Red Sauce (Bode) and Yosemite Sam Sliders.

Following the meal, Bode groaned he couldn’t eat another bite but I secretly ordered them a worms in dirt dessert (cookies smashed in chocolate pudding with gummy worms). When our server brought them to the table, Bode perked up and I interjected, “Oh no! But you’re too full to eat this!”

“That’s OK,” he bravely countered. “I CAN MAKE IT!”

What a trooper.

But the appetizer we ordered? I’ve been dreaming about it ever since and the best news of all: the hotel is a mere 15 minutes from my house so I envision many date nights there. The glorious appetizer was Grilled Flatbread Portobello with tomatoes, Haystack Mountain goat cheese, portobello mushrooms, onions and artichokes.

I’m not kidding when I say it was so good it almost reduced me to tears (foodies will understand that rare time when you find a dish that so perfectly matches your palate).

“Jamie, I’m not kidding when I say this is the best appetizer I’ve ever had.”
“Whatever.”
“No, I’m serious. Can you think of anything we’ve eaten that is better?”
“Yes I can. The Blooming Onion at Outback Steakhouse.”

At least one of us has taste.

Sibling Love

Turns out, Hadley has been diagnosed with Strep, which means the rest of us have been catering to her every need.

And believe me, they are plenty.

Sick Haddie. Notice Puke Cup above head

On Tuesday, Bode decided he was going to make her double-fudge chocolate chip cookies.

Not because she could eat them.

But because it made him feel better about her being sick.

I like his style.

Behind-the-scenes at 9News’ Back-to-School Segment Part II

If you’re just tuning in, be sure to read Behind-the-scenes at 9News’ Back-to-School Segment Part I.

Despite my best efforts to pull together two back-to-school segments for 9News (and believe me, both segments were a ton of work) one very important thing started unraveling the day prior: Haddie wasn’t feeling well.

I assumed it was because we’d stayed up late at our neighbor’s outdoor movie theater and gotten up early for church but she ping-ponged from OK to worse as she claimed stomach pains. I debated replacing her with her friend but then she’d recover enough for us to see the silver lining and hope she’d be OK.

She wasn’t.

Around 1 a.m. she came into our bedroom claiming nightmares about the sound of necklaces (can you say hallucinating?) so I let her stay. Problem was she thrashed and turned all night and I had to be at 9News by 6 a.m. for my first segment.

Translation: I barely slept.

The plan was for Jamie to bring the kids later for our fashion segment that aired at 8:40 a.m. My first segment on back-to-school products went just swell (find them here that includes the coolest alarm clock) but when I called Jamie to see how she was, he simply said, “Not great,” but that they would be there.

Once they arrived, we hung out in the green room and Haddie seemed pretty OK and my hope was renewed we’d survive the segment.

The Green Room (that is not green)

About 20 minutes before our segment, TaRhonda came to get us and the kids got a little tour of the newsroom. Much to Bode’s delight, he met his celebrity crush, Meteorologist Becky Ditchfield.

Blurry Becky. Apparently I was excited for him

At the end of the segment when Becky was talking to TaRhonda on-air, Becky called Bode “pretty dang awesome.”

Warning: Don’t tease him about it. He starts to blush and roars, “STOP IT!”

Once in the studio, we did a couple of dry runs and all the kids did great.

And then came SHOW TIME! Be sure to check-out the video here (kids’ segment starts at about 4 minutes and for clothing/product info, go here).

Jamie was a stellar stage father, guiding and helping the kids behind the scenes and they were all amazing. Hadley, in particular because she sucked it up and still performed when she felt sick.

Ignore the flash; no time to remove it

Steph was adorable, Bennett was cool but that Bode? For a kid who has a canned smile, the little dude stole the show.

Becky raving how awesome Bode is.

When the segment was over, we were all relieved, grateful and elated with how well it went. As we were walking back to our green room to retrieve our belongings, Hadley confessed:

“I threw up.”

“WHAT? When? Where?”

“Outside!”

I turned to Jamie and he confirmed it. Turns out she was still having stomach problems and the moment they got out of the car upon arriving at the 9News studios, she vomited all over the next parking stall. She recovered enough to perform for the segment and has been down-and-out with a feverish stomach flu ever since.

“Yeah, and Daddy told me not to say anything to you about throwing up until after we went on TV!”

Wise, wise man that Jamie.

And that, my friends, is how you leave your (literal) mark on your television debut.

Behind-the-scenes at 9News’ Back-to-School Segment Part I

When TaRhonda Thomas asked me to do a couple of of back-to-school segments on Denver’s top news station 9News, I readily agreed to one but took a big, long pause for the other.  I’m fine with pitching products–I’ve done plenty of those on-air segments. But she also wanted me to pull together a fashion show for the second segment. Me? The woman who wears North Face and Arcteryx all winter long?

I reluctantly agreed and admittedly had the most fun pulling that particular segment together. Both were a lot of work–between researching what products I wanted to use, working with the company’s corporate office and then individual stores to get the item and not to mention finding models.

I needed two younger kids and was surprised when both of mine were enthusiastically on-board.

I think Bode secretly wanted to meet Meteorologist Becky Ditchfield (whom he has a crush on).

Next, I recruited Stephanie, a cool sophomore from church was elated to do a shopping spree at H&M (they got to keep their clothes).

But then came the teenaged boy. Turns out most of ’em don’t want to be on TV. Modeling. Excuses ranged from “I have to work” to “I have band camp,” to my favorite, “Ohhhhhh no. I respectfully decline. I could never do that.”

How many teenaged boys even talk like that?

It got to the point where, at a stake BBQ where a number of wards congregated after a community service project that I lamented to Jamie, “I JUST NEED A TEENAGED BOY.”

And then I realized how that sounded.

My friend Lisa finally recommended my guy who was the son of a friend. Bennett is a cool sophomore who didn’t mind basking in the limelight and did a stellar job.

But, of course, there were problems (this is me, right?)

Be sure to read Part II for all the sordid details of the stress…and the puke as my kids made their television debut.

My mother’s horror and our best Canadian day ever

I’m a sucker for traditions and on our trip to Calgary, we instituted a new one.

Much to my mother’s horror.

Remember when I let the kids jump into Fish Creek fully-clothed and we had the best night ever?

They begged my dad and me to take them back during the day so they could wear their swim suits. We went to our favorite spot: the ice caves. Remember last winter when we literally walked on water?

It’s a much different scene in the summer.

 We were delighted to stumble upon some kids who were attempting to catch minnows and they graciously loaned us their nets. 

Who knew miniature carp could be so fascinating?

Grandpa also held a tutorial on skipping rocks.

I only got pegged once.

But what unfolded next is still causing my mother sleepless nights. When we were at this area last summer, we saw some teens who were covered in mud. I didn’t think much of it–they had climbed straight up a precipitous cliff to get there and risking life and limb didn’t appeal to me. This summer, some teens emerged who’d done the same thing but it wasn’t until I saw a family of four take a much tamer path up the mountain that I decided to investigate.

“C’mon, Hadley,” I barked. We were Johnson girls on a mission.

We climbed for a few minutes until we stumbled upon a trail that was covered in mud. Thinking this was the final destination, Hadley and I called the boys up to come check it out. We then, of course, got dirty.

Really dirty.

Bode and my Dad joined us and Bode tepidly stepped into the mud. His shoe sank. He panicked and soon his other shoe got stuck, he freaked a bit and I thought he was having nothin’ to do with that mud.

Until Grandpa saved the day.

While Hadley and I had assumed this was the final destination, my dad forged forward through the mud and continued upward on the dry trail. And that, my friends, is when we stumbled upon a mucky, oozing wonderland: the mud pits. There were literally pools and slides of mud.

“Well get in!” I squealed.

My kids hesitated. Could it be? The woman who is always saying “stay out of the mud” was actually encouraging it?

They never looked back.

Muddy kids w/ view of Fish Creek below
Cooling off later at Annie’s Bakery & Cafe

 And we’re counting down the days until we can do it again next summer.