I finished reading the last book in the first of the Warriors series to Harper. When we were done, Saren, Harper, and I engaged in some critical literary conversation because I found toward the end of the series that I had pretty much been ripped off. I won't give anything away, just on the slim chance that anyone who is reading this blog is intending to start reading the Warrior series, but I'll just say that though I probably wouldn't have chosen to read these books on my own, in the reading of them, I became invested in them to the point that I was expecting something at the end and there was no payoff. Saren didn't seem to be bothered by it, but Harper shared a few of my misgivings.
I also finished reading The Golden Compass to Saren and that, I would have chosen to read myself and in fact I did, but had forgotten a lot of it so it was still enjoyable. It's a great book and I love Lyra (the main character) so much. We went to the bookstore last night to pick up The Subtle Knife (book 2 in that series) and we saw a poster for the movie version of The Golden Compass, which will come out in December. Actually, Saren couldn't see it because she had forgotten her glasses. Her eyesight has worsened even since we got her first prescription. She was still very excited about the movie.
Harper bought herself the next three books in the Mercy Watson series. These are hardcover and short because they are written for beginning readers. So we finish them in about 15 to 20 minutes, but they each cost 13 dollars, which bothers me, but Harper was spending her own money this time. Most importantly, these books are about a pig. She also chose a new read-aloud book because we are going to take a break from Warriors until Saren has read and purchased all the books from the next series. Harper chose Time Cat by Lloyd Alexander.
I ran out of the laundry detergent I had the other day, an event which I was waiting for so that I could make some homemade dry laundry detergent. It's easy-peasy and just consists of a cup of washing soda (given to me by a friend some time ago, so I'm not sure where she got it), a cup of Borax (which we've had for a while because I was using it to make goop), and half a bar of Fels Naptha soap, grated. While I was grating the soap, I also accidentally grated my thumb. Doh. So far, I have only used it on diapers, and it works just fine there. I'll put in a real load later today with it, but dude. If it works well on diapers, I'm sure it's going to be great.
Today I am working on making Saren's and Harper's Halloween costumes. Part of them anyway. I just finished making some ears for Saren's wolf costume, which actually look much more like cat ears, but oh well. While I was sewing the ears, I smashed another part of my thumb with part of the sewing machine (I don't know the name of the part, it's where you loosen the grip of the needle to change it). It's been a bad week for my thumb. Still to be done: tail for Saren and bat ears and wings for Harper.
I debated with myself over whether I should do NaNoWriMo or NaBloPoMo next month, but ultimately I chose the blog posting one because writing a novel in November is just too much for me. It always is because of Christmas and Thanksgiving. Maybe next year, I'll just get all the Christmas crafting and gift buying out of the way by the end of October. That is an awesome dream.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Good Stuff
- avocados
- browsing books and CDs at the library and putting them on hold all from the comfort of my living room
- tights (not on me, on Irina, where they are adorable)
- three bags of mini candy bars optimistically bought for Halloween two weeks early and then scarfed down by Saren, Harper, Irina, and I within the week
- reading Warriors Book 6 and The Golden Compass every night to Saren and Harper and getting to really good parts in both of them
- cloth napkins and the making of more of them
- sliced cucumbers in italian dressing
- the weather outside, which is like magic, not too hot anymore, not yet cold
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Sewin' Stuff.
I made a pair of pants for Irina out of the sleeves of an old shirt of mine.
The rise is a bit too small, but overall they turned out fine. They would probably fit perfect without her cloth diapers.
After I took a picture of them, she wanted to put the rest of the shirt on, sans sleeves.
I also made a cuff bracelet thingy for Harper because I made one yesterday for a friend of hers, on her birthday.
It feels weird to use the small version of my photos from Flickr, but they can be clicked on to see larger versions.
The rise is a bit too small, but overall they turned out fine. They would probably fit perfect without her cloth diapers.
After I took a picture of them, she wanted to put the rest of the shirt on, sans sleeves.
I also made a cuff bracelet thingy for Harper because I made one yesterday for a friend of hers, on her birthday.
It feels weird to use the small version of my photos from Flickr, but they can be clicked on to see larger versions.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Changes.
I made some blog changes. New colors, new header, new title. This blog is now called Spish. Four of Two actually hasn't fit for a couple of years now, but I hung onto it because... I don't know why. Anyway, the address is obviously still the same, just the title is different. If you link to me, you can just change the title. All five of you.
I also got rid of Travelling Spishco. I mean, it's still there, but all the posts are now in this blog, where they should be, chronologically speaking. They are all under the label of travelling spishco if you're interested in looking at them. Any of the five of you.
I'm not sure how much I like my banner, but I worked on it for 12,000 hours, so it's staying for a while at least. And I really like owls. Also not sure about having the title on the side like that only, but I saw it elsewhere and liked it there. Also, also, now my bigger pictures don't fit, but there's no way I'm going into the archives to change all the links to the smaller versions. So, the pictures will just have to deal with being truncated. They can always be clicked on to see them at Flickr.
I also got rid of Travelling Spishco. I mean, it's still there, but all the posts are now in this blog, where they should be, chronologically speaking. They are all under the label of travelling spishco if you're interested in looking at them. Any of the five of you.
I'm not sure how much I like my banner, but I worked on it for 12,000 hours, so it's staying for a while at least. And I really like owls. Also not sure about having the title on the side like that only, but I saw it elsewhere and liked it there. Also, also, now my bigger pictures don't fit, but there's no way I'm going into the archives to change all the links to the smaller versions. So, the pictures will just have to deal with being truncated. They can always be clicked on to see them at Flickr.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Mostly Photos
This is a doll purse necklace I made, inspired by a similar item on a natural toys website. The little fairy inside is old, but she has a new acorn hat.
Some of Harper's recent creative endeavors. Painted rocks, a painting (of Wakko from Animaniacs), and peeking out from the top of the frame, a stuffed sock worm doll.
Two flower photos by me.
Lately, whenever Harper or I are in the kitchen doing projects, Irina's favorite thing to do is cut paper.
Harper sewed this mouse with a little help from me.
She also sewed this cat (also with a little help from me), which she named Purrl. She used fabric marker for the eyes and whiskers and other facial stuff. She hasn't decided yet whether she will add a tail.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Thoughts, Travellling Spishco, Etc
We just got back from what will probably be our last RV trip for a while. The post about it is here on Travelling Spishco. We are going to be on a pretty tight budget for the next few months and it's also getting colder, so unless the house sells very soon, I won't have much to say on the other blog.
So we've had four trips and here's where my thinking is. I'm thinking our trip will be shorter rather than longer. My ideal situation would be that the house sells (for the best possible amount, obviously) at the end of February, March is for escrow, and we get on the road at the beginning of April. We'll head west and end up in the Portland/Vancouver area in May for Life is Good and then we start heading east to eventually end up in North Carolina in September for the Live and Learn Conference. After that, we choose where we want to settle (and right at this moment, having not seen anything in person yet, I lean very heavily toward Portland, OR or very close by as two of my brothers now live there and I like what I have seen of it so far a lot) and then ...settle.
Because when I think about it, my strongest desire, I think, is to live somewhere that I love. Here's the all-important question: do I love traveling because all the traveling I have done in the past ten years or so has gotten me out of Vegas, or do I love traveling just for traveling's sake? A little of column A, a little of column B? I have enjoyed our RV trips a lot, but have always been glad to get home (even to this home that I do not love dearly) and I have always experienced a certain amount of stress that I was glad was over with when we got home. I realize it will be different when we're bringing our home with us, but ... how much different?
The thing is, I'm more and more looking at this RV adventure as being a means to an end and not an end in itself. A trip, an adventure, a quest. But not a lifestyle choice, which I think was always in the back of my head as a possibility. But, who knows? Maybe when we're out there, we'll see things differently. I should probably also mention that, although I can only speak for myself and my own thoughts, Saren is starting to have reservations about the RV trip too and I don't think she's in any kind of place to accept living in the RV with no end in sight as a good thing.
So, that's where I am right now, I guess. When I think about the future, here is what I see. A place with lots of trees (goodbye desert!) that's pretty to look at (in terms of architecture and parks and everything as well as the local flora). I see us living in a house that I love and can imagine my children growing up in and looking back on fondly when they are adults. I see us riding our bikes and walking as much as possible. I want to be near a great unschooling community and have lots of things for the kids to do in terms of classes, activities, museums, festivals, and places to hike and explore. Basically I want someplace where I am happy to stay put, so I can stop thinking about how much I want to get out of where I am. It takes up a lot of my brain energy, sad to say.
So, I'm wondering if I should keep Travelling Spishco at all. Though even if I decide not to, I don't know how I would integrate my old posts into this one, so ...whatever. I'll figure out what to do.
In partially related news, I have some goals that I have set for myself today. I want to earn $500 dollars each month starting this month until February, assuming that the house doesn't sell before then. And I'd like to do it without getting a regular job, which I am strongly opposed to. But, if I have to, I will. Assuming anyone would hire me, that is. All of this money is going to go to the credit cards, which I can't seem to get around having a balance on. In February, I want that balance to be gone and then we can reevaluate whether I need to keep making some money for the fam or not (which I suppose will depend largely on whether it comes from a regular job or not). Hopefully by then the house will have sold, so it will be a moot point. Other goals are to have a DIY Christmas and spend as little money as possible. I have a lot of ideas, but I need to get started. I'm tired of buying a ton of crap for the girls every Christmas. Our house is FULL of crap. I want less stuff in general and I also have to keep in mind that whatever we want to keep while we're on our RV trip (that doesn't come with us, I mean) we will have to pay to store. And also, no excess spending during the next four months. Especially eating out, which has always been a big problem for us.
The end.
So we've had four trips and here's where my thinking is. I'm thinking our trip will be shorter rather than longer. My ideal situation would be that the house sells (for the best possible amount, obviously) at the end of February, March is for escrow, and we get on the road at the beginning of April. We'll head west and end up in the Portland/Vancouver area in May for Life is Good and then we start heading east to eventually end up in North Carolina in September for the Live and Learn Conference. After that, we choose where we want to settle (and right at this moment, having not seen anything in person yet, I lean very heavily toward Portland, OR or very close by as two of my brothers now live there and I like what I have seen of it so far a lot) and then ...settle.
Because when I think about it, my strongest desire, I think, is to live somewhere that I love. Here's the all-important question: do I love traveling because all the traveling I have done in the past ten years or so has gotten me out of Vegas, or do I love traveling just for traveling's sake? A little of column A, a little of column B? I have enjoyed our RV trips a lot, but have always been glad to get home (even to this home that I do not love dearly) and I have always experienced a certain amount of stress that I was glad was over with when we got home. I realize it will be different when we're bringing our home with us, but ... how much different?
The thing is, I'm more and more looking at this RV adventure as being a means to an end and not an end in itself. A trip, an adventure, a quest. But not a lifestyle choice, which I think was always in the back of my head as a possibility. But, who knows? Maybe when we're out there, we'll see things differently. I should probably also mention that, although I can only speak for myself and my own thoughts, Saren is starting to have reservations about the RV trip too and I don't think she's in any kind of place to accept living in the RV with no end in sight as a good thing.
So, that's where I am right now, I guess. When I think about the future, here is what I see. A place with lots of trees (goodbye desert!) that's pretty to look at (in terms of architecture and parks and everything as well as the local flora). I see us living in a house that I love and can imagine my children growing up in and looking back on fondly when they are adults. I see us riding our bikes and walking as much as possible. I want to be near a great unschooling community and have lots of things for the kids to do in terms of classes, activities, museums, festivals, and places to hike and explore. Basically I want someplace where I am happy to stay put, so I can stop thinking about how much I want to get out of where I am. It takes up a lot of my brain energy, sad to say.
So, I'm wondering if I should keep Travelling Spishco at all. Though even if I decide not to, I don't know how I would integrate my old posts into this one, so ...whatever. I'll figure out what to do.
In partially related news, I have some goals that I have set for myself today. I want to earn $500 dollars each month starting this month until February, assuming that the house doesn't sell before then. And I'd like to do it without getting a regular job, which I am strongly opposed to. But, if I have to, I will. Assuming anyone would hire me, that is. All of this money is going to go to the credit cards, which I can't seem to get around having a balance on. In February, I want that balance to be gone and then we can reevaluate whether I need to keep making some money for the fam or not (which I suppose will depend largely on whether it comes from a regular job or not). Hopefully by then the house will have sold, so it will be a moot point. Other goals are to have a DIY Christmas and spend as little money as possible. I have a lot of ideas, but I need to get started. I'm tired of buying a ton of crap for the girls every Christmas. Our house is FULL of crap. I want less stuff in general and I also have to keep in mind that whatever we want to keep while we're on our RV trip (that doesn't come with us, I mean) we will have to pay to store. And also, no excess spending during the next four months. Especially eating out, which has always been a big problem for us.
The end.
RV Trip Number 3
Note: This post was originally made in a separate blog, but was later incorporated into this one.
This past weekend we took our third trip with the RV. This time it was to Zion National Park and it was part of a weekend camping trip with our unschooling group, the Life Learners. Fourth Annual! I was marveling with my friend how during our first Zion trip, Saren was 7, the same age that Harper is now. Dude.
We had a pretty good time, but I have to say that there were disadvantages to being in an RV while everyone else was in tents in a group campsite. We were not terribly far away, but I did feel the separateness. There's a different rhythm with tent camping and RV camping. In a tent, you tend to wake up a lot earlier for one thing, because you can really feel the temperature and hear everything going on outside. In the RV we had a furnace to keep us warm and for the most part the sounds of our neighbors were noticeable but not so loud that they would keep us from sleeping. So, often when the rest of our friends were eating breakfast, we were blissfully unaware in dreamland. Well okay, obviously there were advantages too. Like getting enough sleep and being warm while doing so. The advantages and disadvantages overlapped.
But it was a good trip and Zion was, as always, beautiful. We got there at about sunset on Friday and because it was so late, we ended up with a group RV site, parked right in between two other RVs. That wasn't really a problem though, because we spent so much of our awake time away from the site anyway. Saturday was kind of drizzly on and off and cold, but still nice. Well, I liked it, but I don't have too much of a problem with cold. To an extent, I suppose.
On Saturday we took a little hike and at one point Saren wanted to continue hiking with the rest of our group while Pat, Harper, Irina and I wanted to head back down. It turned out that we were separated from her for a couple of hours and she was really upset about it. I hadn't foreseen us being separated for quite so long and I felt really bad about it. When we got back to the campground she ran to me and wrapped her arms around me like I had been gone for days.
Also on Saturday, the most terrifying thing happened to my knee. I was in the RV and Harper's bike was next to the dinette and partly in the cab because we didn't have any other place to keep it. I wanted to get something from the driver's seat and I leaned over Harper's bike to get it. So I was kind of using my leg as a support against the bike and the pressure that was on it was such that if I didn't have a kneecap, my leg would have bent the wrong way. Does that make sense? It's nothing I haven't done before a million times with no problem. Well, all of a sudden it felt like my kneecap just decided to get the hell out of the way so that my leg could bend the wrong way. It was practically instantaneous and it popped right back into place, but it was extremely painful and more than that, it freaked me the hell out! I screamed loudly and hobbled back to the bed where I laid there whimpering for a bit, probably scaring Saren and Irina, who were the only ones with me at the time, quite a bit. The pain was pretty intense, but it faded away rather quickly and eventually it was all normal except for the occasional funky feeling in my knee. Even now, it still feels a little weird sometimes. But other than that, there's only a little bruise on the side of my knee to let me know it ever happened. Oh, and also the constant thought in the back of my head that it might happen again. ****shudder**** I looked up patella dislocation on the internets when we got home, which was probably a bad idea. It would probably be a better idea to convince myself that I dreamed the whole thing because every time I think about it, I feel like I want to hurl myself off a cliff. ***SHUDDER***
Um, moving on. On the way back we stopped at a little petting farm/gift shop place. There was a donkey. And stuff. This is not the donkey picture.
Anyhoo, I don't think we'll be taking any more trips for a while. If I update again it will be to say that the house is on the market. Which makes me wonder whether I needed a separate blog for this at all, but oh well. Live and learn, as they say.
More Photos.
This past weekend we took our third trip with the RV. This time it was to Zion National Park and it was part of a weekend camping trip with our unschooling group, the Life Learners. Fourth Annual! I was marveling with my friend how during our first Zion trip, Saren was 7, the same age that Harper is now. Dude.
We had a pretty good time, but I have to say that there were disadvantages to being in an RV while everyone else was in tents in a group campsite. We were not terribly far away, but I did feel the separateness. There's a different rhythm with tent camping and RV camping. In a tent, you tend to wake up a lot earlier for one thing, because you can really feel the temperature and hear everything going on outside. In the RV we had a furnace to keep us warm and for the most part the sounds of our neighbors were noticeable but not so loud that they would keep us from sleeping. So, often when the rest of our friends were eating breakfast, we were blissfully unaware in dreamland. Well okay, obviously there were advantages too. Like getting enough sleep and being warm while doing so. The advantages and disadvantages overlapped.
But it was a good trip and Zion was, as always, beautiful. We got there at about sunset on Friday and because it was so late, we ended up with a group RV site, parked right in between two other RVs. That wasn't really a problem though, because we spent so much of our awake time away from the site anyway. Saturday was kind of drizzly on and off and cold, but still nice. Well, I liked it, but I don't have too much of a problem with cold. To an extent, I suppose.
On Saturday we took a little hike and at one point Saren wanted to continue hiking with the rest of our group while Pat, Harper, Irina and I wanted to head back down. It turned out that we were separated from her for a couple of hours and she was really upset about it. I hadn't foreseen us being separated for quite so long and I felt really bad about it. When we got back to the campground she ran to me and wrapped her arms around me like I had been gone for days.
Also on Saturday, the most terrifying thing happened to my knee. I was in the RV and Harper's bike was next to the dinette and partly in the cab because we didn't have any other place to keep it. I wanted to get something from the driver's seat and I leaned over Harper's bike to get it. So I was kind of using my leg as a support against the bike and the pressure that was on it was such that if I didn't have a kneecap, my leg would have bent the wrong way. Does that make sense? It's nothing I haven't done before a million times with no problem. Well, all of a sudden it felt like my kneecap just decided to get the hell out of the way so that my leg could bend the wrong way. It was practically instantaneous and it popped right back into place, but it was extremely painful and more than that, it freaked me the hell out! I screamed loudly and hobbled back to the bed where I laid there whimpering for a bit, probably scaring Saren and Irina, who were the only ones with me at the time, quite a bit. The pain was pretty intense, but it faded away rather quickly and eventually it was all normal except for the occasional funky feeling in my knee. Even now, it still feels a little weird sometimes. But other than that, there's only a little bruise on the side of my knee to let me know it ever happened. Oh, and also the constant thought in the back of my head that it might happen again. ****shudder**** I looked up patella dislocation on the internets when we got home, which was probably a bad idea. It would probably be a better idea to convince myself that I dreamed the whole thing because every time I think about it, I feel like I want to hurl myself off a cliff. ***SHUDDER***
Um, moving on. On the way back we stopped at a little petting farm/gift shop place. There was a donkey. And stuff. This is not the donkey picture.
Anyhoo, I don't think we'll be taking any more trips for a while. If I update again it will be to say that the house is on the market. Which makes me wonder whether I needed a separate blog for this at all, but oh well. Live and learn, as they say.
More Photos.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
To Remember
Irina has started calling her sisters Dah. We have no idea where she got it from or whether it even has any logical origin in her own head. Both Saren and Harper are Dah. It's especially cute and funny when she is perturbed with one or the other of them and says all exasperated, "Da-ah!"
Also, I made some hummus, which I have never been a fan of until just now, when I made it myself.
Also, I made some hummus, which I have never been a fan of until just now, when I made it myself.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Rolling With the Changes
It would be so awesome if I did as much actual blogging as I did mind blogging, but oh well.
I've been meaning to blog for a long time about how being a parent means that things change. A lot. And quickly. I'm not sure I understood this fact before becoming a parent, but it has been made abundantly clear to me in the years since. But the thing is, I'm still struggling to actually get it. To not get bogged down in what was, but to revel in what is. Or, you know, at the very least, accept it.
It seems like just yesterday I was bemoaning the fact that Saren had ever been introduced to Club Penguin (thanks a lot, Miranda! (insert wink icon here)), and now she's spending all of her time on her very own laptop. It takes a bit of (by which I mean a lot of) effort to let go of the past and accept (even appreciate! gasp!) what life is dealing you right now. When Saren first started her intense interest in playing online role-playing games and figuring out bits of codes to the point where she was spending most of her time doing so, I grieved the loss of her pretend playtime with Harper. In pre-CP days, Saren and Harper used to play together all day long, making up the narrative to their playing as they went along. I adored the fact that they so enjoyed each other's company. But then, more and more, Harper was begging Saren to play with her and getting upset when she (Saren) would renege on her promises (which was a completely different issue). And I was sad and upset and thought "change=bad." But now, Harper and Irina have begun down the path of a new sisterly relationship. Now Harper and Irina play pretend games and otherwise, with Harper taking the lead and Irina worshiping her big sister. Harper also has recently figured out how to play by herself, which is something that she was having a lot of trouble with during the times that Saren was occupied and didn't want to play with her.
And, as for Furcadia and Warriors role-playing, I am amazed at how far Saren's writing ability has come in the past couple of months. Not just the grammar and spelling aspect of it (which is most definitely a part of it too!), but the creative aspect. I have been cleaning her room and have come across old papers from when she was in school and also in the year just after that (some assignments, some not), and really, the difference between what she did then and what she does now is astounding. I have some samples of her writing that I meant to share, but which I promptly lost. I will get them on here in due time. And I already mentioned that she's rediscovered her interest in drawing and that her talent and ability there has exploded as well. Mostly she has been drawing cats and other things related to either Furcadia or Warriors.
And so, I have to remind myself that my children will grow and change and move through variations in their relationships with their sisters and that through it all they are learning and figuring out what life really means. How to be a good sister, how to be a good friend, what they love and are passionate about, and so on and so on. Saren and Harper will always have the memories of the days that they used to play pretend games, being kitties together all day long and making up elaborate stories to live out. Saren also having memories of being on Furcadia all day long and writing Warriors-esque stories and meeting new people online will not take away from those other memories.
When it comes to children, it's just one change after another after another... And sometimes, when things seem difficult, it helps to remember that a better change is probably right around the corner. I guess the best thing one can do is to take lots and lots of pictures.
I've been meaning to blog for a long time about how being a parent means that things change. A lot. And quickly. I'm not sure I understood this fact before becoming a parent, but it has been made abundantly clear to me in the years since. But the thing is, I'm still struggling to actually get it. To not get bogged down in what was, but to revel in what is. Or, you know, at the very least, accept it.
It seems like just yesterday I was bemoaning the fact that Saren had ever been introduced to Club Penguin (thanks a lot, Miranda! (insert wink icon here)), and now she's spending all of her time on her very own laptop. It takes a bit of (by which I mean a lot of) effort to let go of the past and accept (even appreciate! gasp!) what life is dealing you right now. When Saren first started her intense interest in playing online role-playing games and figuring out bits of codes to the point where she was spending most of her time doing so, I grieved the loss of her pretend playtime with Harper. In pre-CP days, Saren and Harper used to play together all day long, making up the narrative to their playing as they went along. I adored the fact that they so enjoyed each other's company. But then, more and more, Harper was begging Saren to play with her and getting upset when she (Saren) would renege on her promises (which was a completely different issue). And I was sad and upset and thought "change=bad." But now, Harper and Irina have begun down the path of a new sisterly relationship. Now Harper and Irina play pretend games and otherwise, with Harper taking the lead and Irina worshiping her big sister. Harper also has recently figured out how to play by herself, which is something that she was having a lot of trouble with during the times that Saren was occupied and didn't want to play with her.
And, as for Furcadia and Warriors role-playing, I am amazed at how far Saren's writing ability has come in the past couple of months. Not just the grammar and spelling aspect of it (which is most definitely a part of it too!), but the creative aspect. I have been cleaning her room and have come across old papers from when she was in school and also in the year just after that (some assignments, some not), and really, the difference between what she did then and what she does now is astounding. I have some samples of her writing that I meant to share, but which I promptly lost. I will get them on here in due time. And I already mentioned that she's rediscovered her interest in drawing and that her talent and ability there has exploded as well. Mostly she has been drawing cats and other things related to either Furcadia or Warriors.
And so, I have to remind myself that my children will grow and change and move through variations in their relationships with their sisters and that through it all they are learning and figuring out what life really means. How to be a good sister, how to be a good friend, what they love and are passionate about, and so on and so on. Saren and Harper will always have the memories of the days that they used to play pretend games, being kitties together all day long and making up elaborate stories to live out. Saren also having memories of being on Furcadia all day long and writing Warriors-esque stories and meeting new people online will not take away from those other memories.
When it comes to children, it's just one change after another after another... And sometimes, when things seem difficult, it helps to remember that a better change is probably right around the corner. I guess the best thing one can do is to take lots and lots of pictures.
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