Sew Easy?

Have you ever had one of those moments that you want to take a mental snapshot of?  A moment that you hope you will never, ever forget . . . I've had lots of them . . . and I've probably forgotten at least half of them.  Heck, I can barely remember yesterday.  Five kids, jobs, activities, life, sleeplessness . . . I often feel like I can't hold on to all the memories I want to hold on to (which is really why I need to start keeping up with this blog again).  

Last week I had one of those moments.  It was simple and probably will seem insignificant to anyone who reads this, but to me it was special.  My parents came to visit for a long weekend.  We didn't really have anything special going on, which was one of the best parts of the weekend.  The main attraction was Jackson's basketball game Monday night.  Outside of that, it was just quality time spent with family.  It was slow and relaxing.  Kids played outside, we played games inside, enjoyed church, cooked meals, went for ice cream and just generally enjoyed slowing down a little.  

On Monday, while the kids were in school, I got out my sewing machine to have my mother look at it.  Now, if you know me and my mother, you know that she could basically be a professional seamstress and that I can basically sew a straight line . . . My mom made my wedding dress and both of my sisters' wedding dresses, she has made countless little girls' dresses, prom dresses and Halloween costumes and each one is special because of the love and talent that went into them.  I have always wished that I had learned to sew, but when you know your mom will do a professional job and if you do it, it will look like a 6th grade home economics project . . . well . . . you get the picture.  

All that being said, I did pick up a few things over the years.  I spent enough time watching my mom sew that a few things stuck.  I own a small sewing machine.  It is nothing fancy, but it gets the job done.  I've made a few curtains, some infinity scarves, a pinafore for a Halloween costume and some VERY basic Halloween costumes for my kids (they were cards . . . Aces to be exact  . . . and there wasn't much skill involved). As I said before . . . I can sew a straight line.  I LOVE to get my sewing machine out.  Every time I do, I can see my mom's hands in mine.  I watch my hands put the bobbin in, thread the machine, lower the pressor foot, and feed the material under the needle, but I don't see my hands, I see my mom's.  In those moments, I would swear that my hands look exactly like hers . . . yet somehow my finished products don't quite look like her finished products (Ha!).  I get so proud when I complete a project "successfully", because even though I know it leaves much to be desired in the quality department, it makes me feel connected to my mom.  It makes me feel like I am carrying on some kind of family tradition.  However, I am still a novice in EVERY sense of the word.  

The last few times I have gotten out my sewing machine, it has smelled like something is burning as I run it, so I decided I should get it out while my mom was here and have her look at it for me.  I've had it for 12 years or so and I have never done any maintenance on it (oops!).  My mom looked mildly astonished and amused when I told her this and she pulled out the manual and got to work.  She helped me oil it (which apparently I should be doing on a regular basis), helped me change the needle ( I also had never done that), fixed the tension on the stitches (I didn't even know this was something I should be checking) and generally just gave it a tune up and taught me a few things. . . About that whole, "I picked up a few things over the years" . . . I obviously did not pick up enough things.  Anyway, as I was sitting there watching my mom's hands and eyes move skillfully over my little machine, I just wanted to freeze time.  All I could think the whole time was that I wanted this memory to be stamped on my brain forever.  Having my mother teach me something that she is so skilled at just felt precious.  My eyes got kind of misty, though I don't think she noticed and I tried to hide it because it felt a little silly.  I almost asked my dad to take picture of the two of us as she oiled my machine . . . but again, it felt a little silly.  I wish now that I had asked.  

As I put the words to paper (so to speak), I realize that words cannot adequately describe the way I felt that afternoon.  I will never be half the seamstress that she is, but I will still always feel connected to her when I sew my straight lines and I will always the treasure memory of spending an afternoon learning basic sewing machine maintenance with a woman who means more to me than she even knows.  

The Bond of "Qua-driblets" (I know I spelled it wrong)

Today, Gage asked a very important question.  Our conversation went something like this:

Gage:  When we are adults, how will we have our birthday together?
Me: Well, you probably won't every year.
Gage:  But we have to!
Me: Why?
Gage:  Because we are Qua-driblets!
Me:  So you want to spend every birthday with your brother and sisters?
Gage:  Yes.

At this point, Kynlee chimed in to let everyone know that they could come to her house for their birthday, but Gage quickly corrected her and said, "I will decide how we celebrate our birthday."  I think he settled on a skating party when they are adults : )

I love these moments when I get to see how close they really are.  There is a lot of fighting that happens at my house.  Their personalities are so different and often they are at odds with each other, but deep, deep, deeeeeeeep down maybe they really are learning to cherish the bonds of sibling-hood.

Don't worry, Jackson is not to be left out.  He is idolized by them (well, the boys at least, I think sometimes the girls just see him as the ring leader of the dreaded boys!).  Everywhere we go these days, my kids announce to strangers that they are "Qua-driblets" and they are 5, but they also have a big brother that is 8.  They NEVER forget to make sure people know about Jackson, even when he is not with us. 

I need these heartwarming moments . . . because as I am finishing this post that made my heart so happy, Brooklyn is being pushed into my bedroom by Gage because "she wouldn't stop talking to me!" and according to Brooklyn it was "a hard push!"  *sigh*  At least they like each other sometimes . . .

Observations on Motherhood . . .

As I was baking cookies after 10 p.m. one night this past week, I began to think about motherhood and specifically my mother.  I was baking cookies for Jackson's religious education class the next night . . . I had almost forgotten.  Jackson's class was having a "Christmas" party.  Yes, it is January, but the teacher had gotten the dates mixed up for the last class of the fall semester, so they had not been prepared for a party that day  . . . so she promised them a party on the first class of the spring semester : )  She did not ask anyone to provide anything, but when you have the kid with the food allergies you have to send a treat so he does not get left out of the fun.  I was also responsible for the snack in the little kids' class on the same night, so I figured one BIG batch of cookies and everything is done.  (On a side note . . . when you have quadruplets in the pre-school religious education class that only has 6 students total, you end up providing snacks almost every week . . . between a singleton with food allergies and quadruplets, I will be the snack queen for years to come!)

I had put kids to bed (some more than once and some were still not quite complying) and I sat down to figure out what else I needed to do before I went to bed . . . then I remembered the cookies . . . Well, I got up and started working on it (a little grudgingly if I am being honest).  It's not that it's hard work, it just takes some time because you have to wait for each batch to bake . . . and then I remembered that Jackson's class it pretty large and I got worried that one batch wasn't going to cover both classes, so I started a second batch . . . which just meant more time *sigh*  In the mean time, Jackson was wired and not staying in bed.  He was in a great mood, but was finding excuses to get out of bed over and over and over and over . . . he was also flashing his charming grin every time he made another appearance.  Now, I will be the first to admit that I am not the most patient at bedtime.  Once I have put kids to bed, I really want them to stay there, but somehow I was actually keeping my cool this time.  Finally, by 10 p.m. I had convinced Jackson that it was in his best interest to comply with bedtime (I may have had to use a few well thought out threats), but the cookies were still cookin'.  

This was when I started thinking about my mom.  She used to do this kind of thing all the time.  She always had a project she was working on after bedtime.  Whether it was baking, sewing, laundry or whatever else needed to be done to make our lives magical, easy, fun and wonderful.  I loved that everything she did was "homemade" and it was something I always wanted to do for my kids too!  What I didn't understand at the time was how much work it was for her.  Let me preface the rest of this by saying that I still want to do "homemade" things for my kids and I do, but I now understand the cost.  I now understand the love and sacrifice that is/was required to make the magic.  I think that growing up I always assumed that my mom didn't mind doing these things, even if it meant working late into the the night (if we're really being honest, I probably actually never even thought about whether or not she minded).  She stayed up late every night anyway, so what would it matter is she had to bake a few dozen cupcakes, she was already awake.  

Now that I am the mom that is up late making the cookies a few things are now clear to me:

1) As a mom I really do want to make homemade goodies to make life special for my kids

2) I want to do whatever I can to make life joyful for my kids even if it means sacrificing sleep (or whatever other sacrifice is required)

BUT . . . what I did not realize when I was younger is that despite the fact that a mother does genuinely want to do these things . . . she also doesn't want to.  She's tired . . . no, not tired, she is bone-weary, exhausted!  She has cooked dinner, cleaned it up, folded laundry, been to the store, planned the meals, checked the homework, made a plan for the week to get to activities, cleaned, and the list could go on.  Once the kids are in bed, she really just wants to sit . . . and sometimes, she does BUT she is also making a grocery list, folding clothes, balancing the checkbook, paying the bills or mending a favorite stuffed animal.  Mom's rarely JUST sit and if we do, we are thinking about the 25 things we feel like we should be doing and then the guilt sets in a little . . . so we get up and do one of them.

So when we have to bake and make and prepare at 10 o'clock, we do it . . . but we don't always want to . . . until we see how happy our extra work made our children and then it's worth it.  It may only be a moment of gratitude or a small smile or an awed expression, but it's enough to get us through the day.

I am so grateful for a mother who went the extra mile.  It took me a while to understand the level of gratitude that she deserved, but I am forever grateful.  She taught me to bring joy to my children and I know now, that someday they will be better for it too.  I hope they will feel how much they have been loved through the years because every cookie, every cinnamon roll, every cupcake was baked with love (sometimes very sleepily, but with love nonetheless).

Halloween Fun 2015: A Picture Essay

Pumpkin Carving

The finished products

Pre-trick or treat fun compliments of Granna

More fun Granna food.

Jackson, Gage, Kynlee, Westin and Brooklyn

We had a Candyland theme this year (after doing a Candyland 5th bday for the littles), but Jackson had other ideas . . .

Kynlee a.k.a. Queen Frostine

Jackson the Mummy ( I actually made this one . . . since it wasn't so skilled)

Brooklyn a.k.a. Princess Lolly 

Westin a.k.a. Lord Licorice

Gage a.k.a. King Kandy

The whole gang!  I dressed as a Candy Corn for work this year and decided to dress with the the kids for trick or treat this year.

Gotta get a picture with Granna, the seamstress extraordinaire that always makes the costumes happen!

Post trick or treat games

Theology: A Debate Among 4 Year olds

Brooklyn looooves Jesus!  The girl talks about Him all the time!  She says and asks some deep things about life and faith.  It makes my heart happy that she already demonstrates so much faith, but we often joke that her relationship with Jesus is because Jesus is keeping her under his thumb (she's kind of naughty and definitely as the potential to be a "wild child", so we think maybe Jesus is keeping her close)!  Examples of this relationship . . . 

"Momma, when it is the end of the world, will our story be over?"  This deep question was asked while she was swinging in the backyard.  Poppo happened to be here , and quickly replied by telling her, "Actually, our story will just be beginning."  I was grateful for his quick response, because I was rendered speechless by this question, though he followed up his response by asking her, "But do you know when the end of the world is because I'd like to know and sometimes I think you know things?"

One day when she was sick, she fell asleep on the chair and when she woke up, she stood, looked around the room and very quietly and reverently said, "Jesus is the light."  Then she walked away, leaving me a little bewildered as to where that had come from.  

Earlier this year, she looked at me one day and did the "I love you" sign with her hand, then stated, "Jesus died on the cross like this (indicating her hand), because he loves us."  

Do you see what I mean.  And these are only the specific things I can remember!!  She talks constantly about Jesus and Mary, She loves to answer questions about Jesus and she asks lots of questions when we are at church, that is when she is not conducting the singing of the people behind us!

Now that you have the background, let's get on the theological debate that recently occurred at my house:

The other day, Brooklyn came running in to me VERY upset saying, "Momma, tell Westin I can talk to Jesus ANYWHERE!"

I of course confirmed that this was true, just as Westin came running in behind her yelling, "NO, you can only talk to Jesus at church, He can only hear you at church."

Brooklyn started screaming back as I defended her point while Westin repeatedly screamed (and yes, I truly mean he screamed), "You are wrong, you are both wrong!  Jesus is only at church." 

Well, the debate got pretty hot and heavy and culminated in Brooklyn slapping Westin across the face, at which point I had to remind her that Jesus can also see her hit her brother.

I finally calmed the two of them by promising to take them to see the priest at church so we could get some answers.  Westin was very excited about this . . . little did he know that he was going to be told he was wrong . . .

I made an appointment for the following day with Father Rudi.  By the time we got there, Westin was beginning to come around, but he still wanted to hear it from Father.  Before we get in to what the priest told my kids, let me just start by saying that I am super grateful for such an amazing priest at our church.  He was so good to my kids and did an excellent job of balancing the conversation and keeping them engaged!

When we got into Father Rudi's office, he offered each kid candy in exchange for a hug.  It took longer for some than others, but they all eventually gave hugs and were rewarded.  He asked the kids their names, and what they liked to do and then got to the discussion on Jesus.  He obviously confirmed that Brooklyn was, in fact, correct.  We can talk to Jesus anywhere, because he is present EVERYWHERE, even in the attic (as Brooklyn pointed out during the discussion)!  

We also got some bonus lessons on:  Listening to your mommy and daddy and how to behave in church.  It was great!  The listening lesson came about when Fr Rudi asked what they had eaten for lunch and I told hi that no one had eaten well and we had just been discussing this problem in the car.  He immediately told them that Jesus told us to listen to our parents.  He asked them several questions following this lesson:

Fr. Rudi: When your mommy asks you to eat, you . . .

Kids: EAT!

Fr. Rudi: When you mommy asks you to clean up, you . . . 

Kids: CLEAN!

Fr. Rudi: When you mommy tells you to play, you . . .

Kids: PLAY!

Fr. Rudi: When your mommy tells you to pray, you . . .

Kids: PRAY!

Fr. Rudi: When your mommy tells you to sleep, you . . .

Kids: SLEEP!

As we left Fr. Rudi's office that day, he had introduced the kids to everyone in the office and he asked them to repeat the three lessons they had learned:  Jesus is everywhere, Jesus tells you to listen to your mommy and daddy and Jesus wants us to be quiet and respectful in church!  One of the deacons told the kids that they were probably ahead of most of the congregation!!! :-)  When we said good-bye, Father Rudi thanked me for bringing them in because is made his day, but he has no idea how much I enjoyed it myself!

This is experience was great for many reasons.  1) It gave my children an opportunity to explore faith and an opportunity to understand the we can turn to the church for answers.  2) It was a lesson in conflict resolution.

3) It allowed them to begin to cultivate a relationship with our wonderful priest.  4) For at least and hour and a half, whenever someone was not listening, they reminded each other that "Father Rudi said we have to listen to our mommy and daddy!  (We may need to make this a monthly meeting just for this reason!)

In addition to these lessons, we got a few funny moments in the days that followed the meeting . . . When we left, Father Rudi loaded up a bag with candy for them to take home (just what every mom needs) and told them that they could have some after dinner that night if they listened to mommy and ate their dinner!  So . . . the NEXT night after dinner, Kynlee asked for candy.  I said no and Kynlee immediately told me, "But GOD said I could if I ate my dinner!"  This made me laugh!!  Our other funny following this meeting . . a couple of nights after the meeting with Fr. Rudi, Brooklyn was throwing a fit about going to bed.  She did not want to sleep!  I reminded her what Fr. Rudi had taught her about Jesus telling us to listen to our parents.  At this reminder, Brooklyn yelled in significant frustration, "We NEVER should have gone to see Father Rudi!"  I thought I was going to die laughing!!  Kids . . . never a dull moment!

Now when we enter church, Father Rudi hugs or high fives all the kids and this past weekend he even included them in his homily (sermon for those that are not Catholic).  We went to Mass on Saturday evening and sat in the front row.  He referenced his discussion with the "quadruplets that were debating where and when Jesus is present."  He then asked them the same questions he asked in his office about what to do when your mommy asks you to do something and surprisingly they answered in front of the whole church!  It was a good start to a homily about obedience and Jesus' presence in our lives.

Great memories!!

Death and Dying

Heavy stuff . . . but it's been a topic at our house frequently in recent months.  Why?  Well, Jackson found a tiny frog this summer and took excellent care of him for about 3 weeks.  Then, we decided to take our frog with us to Granna and Poppo's.  Turns out that frogs don't travel so well.  We aren't sure exactly what happened, but he started acting really odd and then died.  We suspect brain injury during the drive, but it's really just speculation.  Jackson was bummed, he really had been working hard to take care of his frog and he was so excited about it, but he moved on pretty quickly.  However, since the passing of our frog (Jumpy), death has been on the tips of many tiny tongues around here.

The kids ask all the time if people are going to die for various reasons.  Sometimes it's because someone is sick, sometimes it is for the most random reason ever and sometimes they just ask because . . .well, because they really don't understand it.  I've even listened to them play babies/doctor and pronounce that the babies are going to die because they are throwing up.  The funniest death reference has probably been from Gage.  Gage asked Granna this summer if she was going to die and she told him no.  Then she followed it up by saying that she goes to the gym to stay healthy.  Of course he now equates the gym with NOT dying.  He will randomly come up to me and say things like, "people go to the gym so people don't die" or "some old people die, but some go to the gym" or the best was when he prayed for "all the old people to go to the gym so they don't die."

This obsession with all things death and dying was not helped by the fact that Jackson recently came home from school with a homework assignment to make a fire safety plan.  Don't get me wrong, I think this was an excellent assignment.  Jackson is old enough to understand a simple plan for getting out of the house, running to a neighbor's and calling 911, BUT it caused some distress too.  The kids all listened and started worrying about fires, and getting hurt and dying, even though I was VERY careful never to mention death during our discussion.  Jackson became very upset and burst into tears because he does not want anyone in our family to be hurt in a fire.  He was very worried that his brothers and sisters are not big enough to get out of the house in a fire.  I won't go into it here, but we discussed the plan in detail to assure Jackson that mommy and daddy's job was to keep everyone safe, his job was to get out and call 911 to help.  It was an intense evening to say the least.

This is the part of parenting no one tells you about.  The part where you have to answer the tough life questions, the questions that you really have no answers for.  This is the part, where as a mother or father, it is your job to reassure and make your kids feel safe, but at the same time, you don't want to make empty promises like "that will never happen" because frankly "it" could happen.  You join the parenting thing for the smiles, giggles and snuggles but these are just the perks of the job.  The real job is preparing your children for life, both the good and the bad . . . answering inquisitive minds and trying to teach them that there is no need to fear because Jesus will take care of us, even when life takes a "wrong" turn.

Being the oldest and the only one who really "gets it" yet, Jackson has had some very emotional moments where he worries about dying.  For him, this started about 2 years ago, though I think it has been more prevalent in the last year.  My last grandmother died 2 years ago.  While I really don't think Jackson has concrete memories of her, he does remember her and he does remember when she died.  This was his first real experience with a person dying at an age where he could remember it happening.  This was my mom's mom and she had chosen to go by the name "Big Mama" with her Great Grandkids (if you had known her, you would understand ;-)  Over the last year, Jackson has had quite a few nights when he becomes very emotional and sobs because he misses Big Mama.  He has a pillow and a quilt that she made for him in his room and he will lay in his bed, clutching the pillow to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.  It is heartbreaking!  It doesn't happen too often, but it is hard to watch when it does.

While his tears are for Big Mama, they are also out of fear for everyone else in his life that might die and leave him.  He is scared of losing his grandparents, his siblings, his parents and of course dying himself.  He won't often directly verbalize this, but it is obvious through his actions and what he does say.  We had one of these nights tonight and I asked him if he was worried about someone else.  He said he didn't want to talk about it, but finally pointed his finger at me.  I know he also recently had a dream about "something really bad happening to daddy."  He didn't want to talk about that either, but again, I'm pretty sure it was death.  He was so upset tonight and then even started worrying again about a fire and what if his special pillow from Big Mama burned up.

What do you do when an (almost) 7 year old can't calm down because he is scared you are going to die?  It's tough.  I can't tell him I won't die because that is just a bold face lie.  I can't tell him I will die someday, because that just opens up a line of questioning that I'm not prepared for and most likely more sobbing.  Soooo, I went with an attempt to explain that our soul never dies and that Big Mama is not really dead, but waiting for us in Heaven and that Jesus does not want us to be afraid.  This does not really satisfy, because he immediately wants to see her "now", but it's the best I can do.  After the explanation, I prayed with him.  I prayed for the Holy Spirit to give him peace, for Jackson to feel the love of Jesus and for him to be able to rest without fear, because Jesus would always take care of us in good times and in bad.  By the time I finished praying, Jackson had calmed some, but was still crying pretty hard.  He asked me to take him to the living room and rock him, so we did.

This brings me to what really made me start writing this evening (I know, I took the long road to get here).  As I rocked him, I was transported back in time.  I remember going through this same thing as a child.  I don't know exactly how old I was, but pretty close to Jackson's age because it was when we still lived in Georgia so I was 3rd grade or younger.  I remember being terrified of dying.  I would start thinking about it while laying in my bed at night and I would become inconsolable.  I don't remember what brought it on, but I do remember repeating over and over, "I don't want to die."  I would go out to the living room in tears and tell my mom that I was scared of dying and do you know what she did every time. . . she rocked me.  I'm sure she talked to me, there is a vague sense of soothing words in my memory, I do not recall what the words were, but I do vividly remember being held close and rocking.

This is one of the only vivid memories that I have of being held by my mom.  Don't get me wrong, I know that she held me many, many other times, but these occasions are the ones that I REALLY remember.  I don't know about other people, but I have general memories of childhood that are almost dreamlike, except I know that they really did happen . . . and then I have these random very specific memories.  This is one of those specific memories.  What is the significance?  I don't really know, but I am glad I remember, because as I sat rocking my sweet little boy, it gave me comfort to know that even though his fear breaks my heart right now, one day he may look back and remember the peace, security and love of his mother as she rocked him and tried to reassure him that every thing really would be okay . . . even when it's not okay.  Thank you mom for this memory and for teaching me how to soothe a small person who depends on me to give him the answers to all of the world's toughest questions and problems.  I don't have all the answers, but I do have two arms to wrap around him and the perfect rocking chair.

The Candy Corn Caper

We have a mystery on our hands . . . there is a Candy Corn Bandit loose at Jackson's school!  Jackson came home a couple of weeks ago and told me that candy corns were stolen from every classroom in the school!  He was very excited!  He told me that they went on a hunt for the bandit, but much to his disappointment, the bandit eluded them.  I really can't do this story justice, except to just give a play by play of my conversation with Jackson, so . . .

Jackson: There is a Candy Corn Bandit taking candy from the classrooms.  He took ours today
Mommy: Really!  Wow!
Jackson: The teacher says we can build a trap and bring it to school if we want, but we don't have to.
Mommy:  So, she asked you guys to make a trap?
Jackson: No, we went on a hunt for the Candy Corn Bandit, but we didn't catch him, so I asked if I could make a trap and bring it to school.
Mommy: Soooo, this was your idea?! (With an amused smile on my lips)
Jackson: Yeah, I drew a picture of the trap today, see!  (As he proudly displays his blueprint) . . . I'm gonna need a box.

I took several pictures of him with his blueprint, but . . . well I don't think this choice needs explanation.

Mommy: Ok.  How big are we thinking this Candy Corn Bandit is?  Like, elf sized?
Jackson: No, I think it's a person.
Mommy: (with some hesitation) Sooooo, you need a man-sized box?!
Jackson: Yes.  Well, it might be a kid, but I'm going to need a big box.
Mommy: How about we clarify with your teacher how big she thinks this bandit is and then we'll build the trap this weekend.

I was cracking up on the inside during this entire conversation!  I love that he was so excited about this and I love that he planned it out.  We asked his teacher the next morning what her thoughts on the bandit's size were.  She agreed that the bandit was about elf-sized and she was just as enthused a I was to let Jackson follow through on his plan and set up his trap in the classroom on Monday morning.  I love that his teacher was supportive of this endeavor to allow my child to learn in a way that is meaningful to him!

So, after school on Friday, we headed for Hobby Lobby.  Jackson had planned a pretty basic trap.  He wanted a box to fall on the Bandit when triggered, but he needed help with some of the details, like how to hang it from the ceiling of the classroom.  I told him I would help him figure that part out.  His classroom has the ceiling tiles that will push up, so I suggested an over the door wreath hanger to hang from the ceiling and run the string through.

With supplies in hand, we started working on the trap.  I made Jackson figure out how to make the trap.  I helped, but he had to give me instructions and he had to help me figure out how to change things when they didn't work.  We went through a couple of different scenarios to find a way to weight the box and set the trap, but finally SUCCESS!  We caught Jackson in it a couple of times!

Jackson asked me to get in the box to see if a "big person" would fit.

It wouldn't capture a "big person," but Jackson fits!  . . . Then everyone had to try it

Gage

Kynlee

Jackson and Gage (this picture cracks me up every time)

Brooklyn

Westin

Now to start the trap making.  Jackson marked where he wanted his holes and how many he wanted.  He tried several tools to make holes, but ended up with a hammer and screw driver.  In my opinion, the hammer was overkill, but who am I to get between a boy and his tools!

Stringing twine through the holes

The box is ready and everyone is so excited!

Now to create a weight.  Candy corns were not heavy enough, so this was Jackson's second attempt.

We finished it off with candy corns as bait.

This did not work . . . still not heavy enough.

Next step, a bigger container and a hand weight.  We cover it with LOTS of candy corn.  Good think I bought the big bag!

Success!!  The trap is set . . . but will it catch a thief?

YES!  Yes it will!  Action shot of box falling on Jackson as he "steals" the candy corn!

With the trap ready, we got EVERYONE up early Monday morning so we could get to school before the first bell and set up the trap for the Candy Corn Bandit.

Trap is all set up in Jackson's classroom!

Did it work?  Well, the bandit tripped the trap, but he managed to get away, but not before he left some footprints, orange sparkles and scattered some Candy Corns making a mess in the classroom.  Jackson came home very excited, but his immediate response, "The footprints were very small.  I need to build a smaller trap!"

We didn't end up building a smaller trap, but Jackson did set some traps in his room at home and left a note for the bandit requesting a note in return.  He was thrilled when he received a note!

Do you see the string across the open door?  There is also some Candy Corn bait on the night stand.

Sweet boy sleeping soundly and waiting for a note from the Candy Corn Bandit!

The Candy Corn bandit gave us several days of fun and gave Jackson an opportunity to be creative and learn from the fun!  He is convinced that the Bandit is a large Candy Corn with arms and legs.  He still wants to catch him and eat him!  We enjoyed every second of this experiment!  We are so blessed to have such a fun teacher who encourages her students to get creative and test their ideas!