Ah, November...but where did October go?

Done

I finished this latch hook rug (except for the trimming) last weekend so I thought I should post a picture of the object of my short obsession. It might seem early to be thinking about Christmas but we only have 2 months, folks! 

Can you believe it?

Learned HelpFULness

10 years ago at the recommendation of a fellow Syster I added The Design of Everyday Things to my professional library (along with a few other programming and technical books). I still haven't read all the way through it but I like to flip through and read different sections from time to time and the other night I flipped to the topic of "Learned Helplessness" - this was intriguing to me as I watch my children grow and learn and do and also watch human interaction in a more professional environment.

Learned helplessness is a technical term that refers to the condition of a human or animal that has learned to behave helplessly, failing to respond even though there are opportunities for it to help itself by avoiding unpleasant circumstances or by gaining positive rewards. Learned helplessness theory is the view that clinical depression and related mental illnesses may result from a perceived absence of control over the outcome of a situation. Organisms which have been ineffective and less sensitive in determining the consequences of their behavior are defined as having acquired learned helplessness.

I am amazed at how many adults I know, especially women, who will give up so quickly at a technical task (or even just a new task) at the first sign of trouble or not understanding. I've seen it happen with young girls too so I'm a big advocate of helping my children to help themselves. Healthy struggling and then figuring things out helps kids (and adults) become smarter, independent, self-reliant and resourceful. At least that's what my dad told me when I was a kid and he'd make me look things up instead of telling me the answer direct. (Was he being lazy or teaching me to help myself? Possibly both, friends)

I want my kids to know that the journey IS the reward (much of the time, anyway). I want them to be successful in everything they do and I want them to TRY their best. I definitely don't want them living at home when they are 30 (unless they are taking care of their mama) and I want them to have confidence in themselves and their abilities and that comes from trying and succeeding, often after failing multiple times.



I think we are moving in the right direction...

Friday Night Lights

Go TIGERS!

Tonight was a surreal experience for me.  We took the kids to the high school football game and the memories came flooding back for me.  I was not a cheerleader or pom or even in the band back then (although, how COOL are they?) so I usually didn't want to be at the game on a Friday night. I wanted to be with my friends.

My brothers both played football when I was a junior and I was able to tolerate going to the games then.  I do recall one really memorable time when we were at an out of town game and we brought home made fried burritos. It was cold and we had a cooler full of nice warm burritos...and a nice warm blanket.

The routine for Friday nights was usually us kids being dragged to Po Folks for dinner (anybody remember that place?) and then we had to sit in the bleachers and endure the game for what seemed like forever. I know, poor me, right? Having to have forced family time.

Well, now we're starting that with our family.

Emi and a friend

Emi didn't mind as there were many of her friends from school at the game. There was a big group of them with their principal actually, and they got to run out onto the field towards the end of the game (or maybe it was halftime, not sure as I was having trouble concentrating with all of the stomping and yelling and walking around in the bleachers)....

Why so serious, David? 

It was funny to me (that Aubri's peace sign didn't come through her mitten)

David and Aubri were okay part of the time, but they didn't understand why they couldn't run around like big sister. I think they realized how unsafe it was tromping around in the stands when a kid fell down beside us and another girl fell down behind us. She literally lost her pickle (I think my shirt still has pickle juice embedded in it) when she tumbled. Poor girl! Those cold bleaches hurt on impact....or even just sitting on them.

There were a lot of questions about why the teams ran through the blow up tunnel and then why did they take the the tunnel back down. They seemed to really enjoyed the halftime show with the band, and so did I. I never thought about how much effort went into practicing the songs and choreographing the routines while I was in high school.  I'm glad I have the opportunity to appreciate that now.

Daddy had a good time!

We left after the 3rd quarter and I heard we lost.  ;.( Hoping to squeeze in another game this season and maybe we'll just show up with a cooler full of home made goodies too!

Falling Slowly

That's what this weekend felt like. The leaves are beginning to change in my neighborhood and we got a nice soaking rain.

It was Fall Break for 2/3 of the kiddos in the house and we took it easy enjoying some down time with no soccer games and no basketball games.



We enjoyed some sweet Autumn treats (above) and some very comforting Baked Potato Soup (below) when the Little One's birth mom came to visit Saturday. That was a nice visit and the Little Ones kept her occupied for a few hours straight (we skipped a nap).



We also enjoyed a WIN for our team (Boomer!) in the Red River Rivalry. I didn't watch much of the game as I was totally into a Happy Snowman Latch Hook rug kit I found in Emi's closet last weekend. I got this for us last year in an effort to do a craft together to be used as decoration, and when I dug it out, it brought back memories from 1979 when I worked on a latch hook rug at the Norman Public Library. I remember hanging out and getting lost in thought working on that rug and that happened a little this past weekend.

Saturday night Scott and I got to experience the Warren's Director's Suite and I may not be able to sit in a regular theater again! We've experienced The Balcony on a few occasions (even got to watch the OU-Texas game on the big screen there 4 years ago) and that was really nice with servers bringing food and drink during the movies, but the Director's Suite was a scoach better in that the seats reclined with footrests and the seat and back were heated.  So, in a nutshell,  I could fall asleep during the movie much quicker than at home if I didn't watch it.

I thought a Caramel Shake might help keep me awake during Argo and I was right. It was a really good movie and brought back even more memories of what I was doing during the Iran Hostage Crisis. I remember when Carter was president (yes, I'm that old). I was a child living in Florida and I remember my parents talking about inflation and gas prices going up and my mom drove a powder blue VW bug. I also remember Billy Beer (my grandparents got some) and where I was when I heard that Elvis was dead (Disney World).

I had moved to Oklahoma when the Iran Hostage Crisis took place and remember hearing about it on the news...but I don't know where I was when they were freed. The movie invoked a nice trip down Memory Lane...

Anyway, the movie was a really good movie and our date night was a nice, long overdue break away from the kids.

Today after church we met my parents out for lunch at Ray's and we kept running into so many people we used to know or used to work with...it was a nice time.  It was a gorgeous fall day and I got out for a little while to trim my forsythia hedge (I haven't given up on that) and weed and sort and transplant. I tried to nap a little but that latch hook kit was within reaching distance so I was unable to succumb to sleep....maybe next time.