In my favorite poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay, he reminds us that like the seasons of nature, life is one season melting into another, and quickly fading away. This is my attempt to document each season in my life and my family.

Back to School

Filed under: Abby Jo, Activities, Elijah, Family, Field Trips, Kids, Kyra, Owen, Photos, School — Rachel at 8:16 pm on Saturday, August 20, 2011

Well, summer vacation is over at the Harmon house. Monday was our first day back to school, and I will call our first week back a major success. There’s nothing like brand new school supplies to get kids back in the mood for learning. This year, I have three in school. Kyra is in fourth grade, Elijah is in second grade, and Owen is in kindergarten. Abby Jo is the odd man out, so we have been doing some “preschool” activities, too.

We start our day with devotions. I’ve not always been faithful to do this in the past, but I’m going to try really hard to keep this a part of our school day this year. I read a devotion to the kids…something short and sweet with a daily Bible verse from a book of kids’ devotions. After that, we share prayer requests, and then we pray together. The kids each take one of the prayer requests and pray for it. After we pray, we sing a few songs together, and then we get down to business.

For those of you interested in such things, Kyra and Elijah are both using A.C.E. curriculum. This is Elijah’s first year doing PACEs (the name of the workbooks they do…it stands for Packet of Accelerated Christian Education). Kyra is not a huge fan of doing PACEs only, so, as a concession, we are trying something different this year. On Mondays, they do pacework for all five subjects (Math, English, Social Studies, Science, and Word Building…WB is similar to spelling). On Tuesday and Thursday, they do Math, English, and Word Building pacework, and do extra reading. Extra reading is usually a biography, but not always. Kyra is reading about Clara Barton right now, and Elijah is reading about King Tut. On Wednesday and Friday, they do Social Studies and Science pacework, and we do extra things related to these subjects. We are going to be watching the documentary, America: The Story of Us together, and, after that, we will watch other historical documentaries about subjects like US Presidents, the Trail of Tears, etc.  The extra reading and documentaries add a little extra entertainment factor to learning, and it breaks up the monotony of doing only PACEs.

We are pretty relaxed about kindergarten around here. Elijah was my first homeschooled kindergartener, and I feel like I did a pretty good job with him. He tested into third grade Math and Word Building this year, even though he is a second grader. He’s a whiz at addition and subtraction, and he will be learning multiplication this year. He’s also a great reader. I was rather surprised at how much he had improved his reading skills since last school year. The kids are avid readers, and he has been reading all summer. However, he has not read out loud to me. When we started school on Monday, I was shocked at how he was reading right over words I expected to be hard for him (words like “available” and “courageous”) without hesitation. I didn’t use any curriculum for him in kindergarten or first grade. I taught him to read using a book called “Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons”. It was hghly recommended to me by several ladies at church. It worked great for us. For first grade, I just printed off math sheets from the internet, spelling words from the internet, used flash cards, and had him read lots of books. Math and Reading were my focus, and it has really paid off.

So, all that said, I am following the same path this year with Owen. We are using the same “Teach your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons” book, and he is doing great with it so far. We started on Monday, and he’s already reading some easy words, such as “ram”, “eat”, “me”, etc. I got a workbook from Walmart that has general “kindergarten basics” that he really enjoys doing, and I have flash cards that we are working on numbers and counting. He’s different from Elijah in that Elijah was counting to 400 when he started kindergarten, and Owen struggles to count to 20 without forgetting 12. Each kid is different, though, and I know that. Owen is happy and eager to learn. I have a feeling he will be reading pretty well before Christmas. He’s picking it up pretty effortlessly. Time will tell how he does with math, but I’m hoping he doesn’t take after Kyra. She can do math well when she doesn’t tell herself she can’t. Then we have lots of tears and drama. I much prefer he pattern himself after Elijah in the mathematics department.

So, that is our basic homeschooling plan. Chris is back in school this semester trying to get his M.Div. I am the only Harmon not currently pursuing my education, but I’m already considering cutting my “year off” down to a “semester off”. I’m not sure yet. I’m still deciding on what school to go to for my bachelors degree.

We’re not all work and no play, though. We have already had our first field trip. On Friday, after the kids did their Social Studies and Science, we took off for some more science fun at Ripley’s Aquarium of the Smokies. I’ll leave you with a few photos from that.

Owen as a deep sea diver.

This was a neat exhibit. The kids had to stick their hands in to feel what was inside, then (I think) they pushed a button to illuminate the box while they peeked through a hole.

In case you have no idea what this picture is about, I am pointing up at the giant turtle skeleton hanging from the ceiling.

Kyra, Owen, and Abby Jo inside of an aquarium.

Elijah cracked me up!

Penguins!

The Penguins were my favorite!

At least my eldest has mastered the art of looking at the camera.

I like to cuddle penguins.

I never said he wasn’t crazy. But, at least he’s cute, too.

My sweet, silly girls chillin’ with the penguin.

He’s still working on boundaries. ;)

Kid Quote

Filed under: Abby Jo, Kid Quote, Kids — Rachel at 10:13 am on Friday, August 12, 2011

Leaving Kroger, I opened a soda that I had just purchased, took a drink, and then passed it back to Kyra. She said, “Ugh. I don’t want this chewing gum anymore.”
“Well, I don’t want it.” I told her. “Find something to do with it.”

In a moment, I heard, “Thanks, Abby. I can always count on you. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve chewed it!”

Princess Photos

Filed under: Abby Jo, Family, Kids, Kyra, Owen, Photos, Trips — Rachel at 8:48 pm on Monday, August 8, 2011

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Disneyworld! Photo Overload

Filed under: Family, Kids, Photos, Trips — Rachel at 8:38 pm on Monday, August 8, 2011

I am finally getting around to posting photos from our vacation. Chris had Army orders to go to a chaplain conference in Orlando, so we went with him. We hung around his hotel for the first three days, and then we moved to a Disney resort for the next four. We had a great time, and took quite a few pictures. Here are a few:

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Kid Quote

Filed under: Elijah, Kid Quote — Rachel at 8:03 am on Saturday, July 16, 2011

Last night, we were eating at Red Robin, and I decided to have some meaningful conversation about church with our children.

I asked Elijah, “Lige, what is your favorite thing about church?”

Elijah thought for a minute and with an (almost) straight face, he said, “The part where they say ‘you are now dismissed’.”

A Trip to the Barber Shop

Filed under: Elijah, Family, Kids, Owen, Photos — Rachel at 2:35 pm on Friday, July 15, 2011

Owen got his hair cut first.

Elijah went next. He got a hairy tongue.

This is what happens when you say, “Put your arm around your brother for the picture.” Sigh. Boys.

Kid Quote

Filed under: Elijah, Family, Kid Quote, Kids, Owen — Rachel at 9:29 pm on Monday, July 11, 2011

A little snapshot from a day in the Harmon house:

Kids are eating snacks at the kitchen table, and I hear a scuffle, a yelp, and then Elijah quickly saying, “I’m sorry, Owen! Thank you for forgiving me!”

Owen quickly yelled back, “I DON’T FORGIVE YOU!”

I just laughed, and no one tattled. I guess they worked it out.

Kid Quote

Filed under: Abby Jo, Family, Kid Quote, Kids — Rachel at 10:14 pm on Monday, June 27, 2011

Warning: Gross content ahead.

Abby was having some, ahem, intestinal issues today while we were out and about, and I had to change her messy diapers twice just while we were eating lunch. We went to the library, and I was reading her a book. I heard and then smelled her latest attack of gastrointestinal distress, and she quickly confirmed it by saying, “Mommy, I pooped!”

I said, “I guess we’ll have to go out to the van and get a diaper so I can change you.”

Abby said, “No, Mama. I’ll just sit on my knees.”

When you’re reading a good book, it’s just so hard to stop!

Please to notice how my daughter just turned two the end of March. Also, can I call your attention to the full sentence that I quoted verbatim? In addition, I hope you are impressed that she not only can identify her knees, but she can refer to them appropriately and use the word in a sentence. She’s a genius child. That’s all I’m saying.

The Freedom Tour – Days 6-12

Filed under: Abby Jo, Elijah, Family, Freedom Tour, Friends, Kids, Kyra, Owen, Photos, Road Trips, Trips — Rachel at 1:27 am on Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Dumas, Texas. What can I say about Dumas, Texas?

Dumas, Texas is a little town in the panhandle of Texas. Driving down Dumas Avenue is a little like visiting the United Nations. Somehow or another, Dumas, Texas has become the recipient of a number of refugees from places like Somalia and Burma. Along with that unusual addition to their small Texas town, Dumas is also home to it’s fair share of cowboys, rednecks, and teenage girls in pajama pants. They have a great Oriental Supermarket where you can get chicken and sticky rice, and a fabulous snow cone place that is open till ten p.m. Do you know about Texas snow cones? They are very different than what I’ve had in Tennessee. Far superior. Dumas has a fantastic park to visit with your kids, but, alas, none of the water fountains work. This is a real bummer when it’s a hundred degrees outside. However, if you have a more adventurous mother than my kids had, Dumas has a nice little waterpark next door where you can cool off.

Snow cones or waterparks or a backyard sprinkler, take your pick, but you’re going to have to cool off somehow. I wasn’t kidding about the one hundred degrees.

We spent most of our time in Dumas hanging around Amy’s parents house. Visits from Amy’s sisters, Jami Leigh and Julie, were the highlights of our days. Abby warmed up to Jami pretty quickly. I think it might have had something to do with Jami having the same face as her Aunt Amy.

As I mentioned before, one of the best ways for the kiddos to cool off in the Texas heat was by playing in the sprinkler.
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Over the weekend that we were there, we all loaded up and drove to Lavern, Oklahoma. The kids all wore there tie-dyed shirts that Jami helped them make.
Here are the boys in the “boy van”.And the three big girls in the “girl van”.

From left to right: Ethan, Miah, Joshua, Jeremiah, Elijah, Owen, Kaleb, Sarah, Charleigh, Emileigh, Abby Jo, and Kyra

The evening that we arrived, we checked into our (surprisingly nice) motel rooms, and then went to a small family get together. The next morning, which was the day before Memorial Day, we went to several cemeteries to place flowers on the graves of some of their family members. It was pretty sad at times, because this family had lost three children. A sixteen year old, a fourteen year old, and a baby. Watching their parents decorate their graves made me hold my babies a little closer. While at one of the cemeteries, I snapped a couple of pictures of the Oklahoma scenery.

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Later in the afternoon, we went to Amy’s great aunt’s house for a bbq dinner. The food was fantastic. Seriously, it was so good.

We went back home that evening, and started getting ready for the festivities of the coming day…Julie’s thirtieth birthday party.

Julie’s birthday was one of two important reasons that Amy was making the long trek to Texas. She really wanted to attend her baby sister’s birthday party. The other reason that two days after the party, Julie was having brain surgery. For that reason, everyone really wanted Julie to have a fantastic birthday. She had a great party, and I enjoyed getting to know some of the characters in Amy’s stories.

This is a picture of me and Julie. I’m glad we like each other. As the next picture indicates, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that Julie and I could share grandkids some day.

This is, of course, my son, Owen, and the little girl is Julie’s daughter, Miah. They first met last year when the kids and I went with Amy to Dumas the first time. Apparently, they still have their spark. (I LOVE this picture!)

Amy Jo and I before Julie’s party.

Me and my Kyra Joy at the party.

Amy Jo, Jami Leigh, Amy G., me, and Janae….Jami said it was a picture with all of their mom’s adopted daughters.

The day after the party was very low key. We mostly just sat around the house relaxing. Here are some random pictures I thought I would share:

Abby Jo and Emmy-Kai-Kai, as she calls her. They were pretty good friends.

Kyra Joy and Jami’s daughter, Charleigh. They were delighted that everyone agreed that they could pass for sisters.

We were using our hands to block the sun. Jami was trying to take our picture, but the sunlight behind us was too bright. Turns out, I LOVE this picture of us. It’s so happy!

Me and my Elijah

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The heat was getting to us.

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Our trip was drawing to a close, but, before we headed home, we had one day left. The day of Julie’s surgery. Amy Jo was going to go to Amarillo with her family for the surgery, and I was staying at her parents house with the kids. We had too full of a day to include it in this already too long post. So, until next time…

A New Vision of the American Dream

Filed under: Adoption, General — Rachel at 10:59 am on Thursday, May 12, 2011
Again, this post was written a couple of weeks ago somewhere else, but I decided to post it here as well.
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I woke up this morning tired but happy. I was looking forward to hearing my husband preach at church. He preached about adoption, and I had to fight back tears the whole morning. I’m not sure exactly why I feel so passionate about adoption lately, but I know it’s something that I’m supposed to do.
I have always wanted to adopt. Since I was a little girl, I imagined that I would have some biological children and I would also adopt some. There was a slight obstacle to my plans when I realized that my chosen husband wasn’t as keen on adoption as I was. He felt like he wouldn’t love an adopted child like he would his biological child, and that it wasn’t something he ever saw us doing. Over the years, I would occasionally bring it up, but I always got the same response from him. “Not for me.”
Fast forward to now, and we’ve been married for ten years. We have four children…two boys and two girls. The perfect family. However, I believe that there is another child, possibly more, yet to be added to our family. I don’t know the sex or age or name or even the native country of our child, but I believe they are out there waiting for us.
I had almost lost hope that my husband would ever change his mind about adoption, but, after reading a couple of books that convicted both of us about the topic, he has changed his mind. He no longer sees adoption as something that is not for him, but he sees it as a responsibility as a Christian and as an opportunity to be blessed. Our youngest child is two now, and we both have the desire to have another baby. We can’t have any more biologically, so this has helped to turn his heart toward enlarging our family through adoption.
I was so proud of him this morning while he was preaching. He began by explaining the Biblical doctrine of adoption, and then he moved on to the practical application of mirroring God’s adoption of us by adopting children. What better way to reflect the character of God? I felt like there were some people there that didn’t like his topic. I don’t think they want their comfortable lives challenged. Adoption doesn’t always fit into the standard “American Dream”. It’s hard to afford bass boats, yearly vacations, and trips to Disneyland when you are saving to pay for an international adoption. Loving and training a child who’s been brought up in the foster care system may complicate the ease of life when your biological children are grown. True religion and the American Dream sometimes butt heads. I was proud that Chris preached the truth with conviction about adoption this morning.
I fought tears, and I imagined bringing home another child. This is something I want. More than I want to travel…more than I want an education…more than I want to go places and see stuff and do things, I want to bring my next child home. I want them to know the loving touch of a mother’s hand. I want them to feel the security of a daddy’s embrace. I want them to be loved by my other children. I want to give them a family.
I don’t know so much about what lies ahead, but I find it exciting. I find it exhilarating, actually. It’s one of those things that makes me think, “This is what life is all about.” When it gets down to it, adoption is about love. It is about loving someone else more than yourself and your own interests. It is about reaching outside your comfort zone, and pulling a lost little one into your inner circle. It is about giving a child hope and a future. It is following in His steps.
When I think about what I want to do with my life, that is what it boils down to. I want to love. I want to love bigger and bolder and more beautiful than I ever have before. I want to make sense of the pain and loneliness that I have experienced in my life by letting it be the catalyst that prompts me to turn that knowledge of what it feels like to be hurt and lonely into an empathy and compassion for a child that feels like that. I want to remember exactly what I felt like as a little girl, just wanting to be loved without reserve, and I want to love some little boy or little girl that way.
I want to be a mother to a motherless child.
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