Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Andrew is 10!!

On Sunday, Andrew turned 10 years old, and now he's famous.  Our local paper did a news article on his birth for the 10th anniversary of the terrorist attacks.  He had a great time with the interview.  We've been getting comments from everybody, especially at the school.

We think that the picture is really funny.  I call it "We only let him inside on special occasions".  The photographer was having a hard time getting us all in the shot with the good light coming in from the front window.  So he told Ben to go outside, and stand right there.  I was just sure that they would crop the picture in really tight so you couldn't notice, but no. 

But we really loved the story, and we're so glad that Andrew was born that day.  I think it makes him even more special than he already is.  We knew he was born to be great.  Many important spirits both came and left that day.  I can't wait to see what he does in his life!

Here's a copy of the article:

Sept. 11 changed family's life

  • By MARY PICKETT Of The Gazette StaffThe Billings Gazette | Posted: Sunday, September 11, 2011 12:00 am                                        

Andrew Kazmierski, at home in Billings with his parents Kristi and Ben, was born on Sept. 11, 2001.
Birthday child: Andrew Kazmierski.
Parents: Ben and Kristi Kazmierski.
School: Meadowlark fourth-grader.
Born: 5:01 p.m., Sept. 11, 2001.
Interests: Art, football, wrestling, golf and drums.
Siblings: Haley, 15; Joey, 6; Grace, 5; and Matthew, 3.
Kristi Kazmierski went into labor with her second child early on Sept. 11, 2001. When she got to St. Vincent Healthcare, she called her mother who told her she should turn on the television.
“What channel?” Kristi asked.
“Any channel,” her mother told her.
Not long after she and her husband, Ben, began watching, they saw a second plane go into the World Trade Center’s south tower.
She wondered when it all would stop.
Even with a major moment in history happening around the Kazmierskis, the birth of their son took precedence.
“It was a very emotional day and it was exciting to welcome him into the world,” Kristi said.
Still, they knew the world they brought their son into had changed.
Kristi’s father, Jerry Manley, was an air traffic controller at the Billings airport, but was off that day. His job would never be the same.
When she was growing up, Kristi and her siblings used to go to the tower to watch air shows, but after the terrorist attacks, guests to the tower were tightly restricted.
Ben knew that the terrorist attacks would mean that his siblings, all in the U.S. Air Force at one time or another, would be deployed.
His sister, a physician, and her husband, a pilot, both have been deployed at the same time. Their son lived with the Kazmierskis last year for a few months while his parents were serving in the Air Force.
Ben, who was 25 in 2001, even seriously considered joining the military himself after Sept. 11. But with two young children, an established career and a new house, he didn’t feel like he could.
Another thing that’s changed is the loss of a sense of security they once had about their lives, the couple said.
At the same time, they feel lucky to have the freedoms they have in the United States.
Andrew, who has short, dark hair, was dressed in long jean shorts, striped polo shirt and was barefoot on a warm summer day.
He took an interest in a visitor’s questions and was eager to talk about his special day.
He can tell you that terrorists hijacked planes Sept. 11, 2001, and flew them into the World Trade Center twin towers and into the Pentagon near Washington, D.C. A fourth plane, which may have been headed toward the White House or the U.S. Capitol, was brought down by passengers in Pennsylvania.
Kristi and Ben have talked with Andrew a lot about what happened that day so he understands the reaction he gets when he tells people his birthday date.
“Usually it’s a gasp,” Kristi said.
“On his birthday, his teachers usually have asked him to talk about the day he was born as well as share treats with his classmates,” Kristi said.
While the day 10 years ago was horrific, “It’s good to remember that good things happened that day, too,” Kristi said looking at her son.


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Grace's Birthday Party

On Saturday, we celebrated Grace's 5th birthday. It was mostly a family birthday, with some extra friends invited. Grace just barely started kindergarten, so she hasn't made any really close friends yet. But she did invite Kalin and Hayden, two of Haley's friends who are usually at our house at least once a day. She decided that Kalin's little sister, Nancy should come too, since Nancy is in kindergarten also.

We had a wonderful time, and decorated the house two days before the party. I figured we might as well enjoy the decorations (which, by the way, are still up), rather than having them just sit uselessly in the bag.

We did a treasure hunt (I spent 20 minutes earlier that day making sure all the clues rhymed), and we also did some crafts. Hayden's clay monkey was one of my favorites. Then we opened presents, had cake and ice cream, and went out to play.

Grandpa Fred brought pizza for dinner, and we were so happy that Aunt Linda could joing us from Seattle!  Grandma Bertha and Wilma also came, and the kids were pleased as usual to have their attention.

It was quite a successful evening, and Grace has been happily playing with her new toys.  Next, we have Andrew's birthday on Sunday. September is a busy busy month for us!

























Oh, and this was quite a moment. Grandma Jane bought Grace some clothes, and a little puppy that responds to commands with this clicker thing. While we were playing with it, we discovered that you can feed a little bone to it, and then it poops it right out!  The kids thought this was the most hilarious thing they'd ever seen. Our fun lasted a REALLY long time.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

This Week

Going to garage sales is one of our favorite things to do, especially Grace. So last Saturday, I picked up this old chest for $2. We lugged it home, and opened it up. It's in really rough shape, and it smells like mothballs. We found a newspaper from April 1982 in the bottom. It had some really funny ads in it.

I don't know if I'll be able to save it, but I'll give it a shot. It might end up at the dump. Especially since I scraped my arm on a piece of rusty hinge, and we were pretty sure for a few days that I had tetnus. But I'm fine, I think.


We've been enjoying the great, cool weather.  I love September weather. I wish it would be like this all year round.



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 The other night, Matt decided that it would be a good idea to sleep on the kitchen table. He ended up moving to his bed a little while later, but it was fun while it lasted.

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Joey found some Chinese handcuffs, and actually got himself stuck. He came to me for help, and I made him wait until I could take a picture first. In other Joey news, he lost his fifth tooth this week! 

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 And this is a picture of Grace's last day of being 4. We went out to lunch, and brought cookies to her classroom. She's enjoying kindergarten, and has only cried a little bit because she misses me so much. But otherwise she loves it!

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Here We Go Again...

It's officially school season again.  I always have mixed feelings about it.  I kind of love having a schedule, and I kind of hate it.  A week before school began, I already missed my kids, although it's nice some days to have time to get something done (although Matt is still here with me).  Speaking of Matt, he is really put out that he can't go to kindergarten with Gracie.  He tells me every day that he's going, and every day I tell him he's not.  I am so glad my kids love to go to school.  I was leaving the school this morning, I watched a little kindergarten boy cling to his mother's leg, sobbing.  None of my kids have ever even looked back to see me walk away!  I'm so glad.  And I know Matt won't, either.  He's already trying to slip into the school unnoticed.

First day of school!

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And with the school season comes football season.  Andrew just loves it, so far.  The first practice was a killer, and 6 kids didn't come back after it.  Andrew refuses to quit anything, which is one of the reasons why he is so cool.  He did, however, comment while we walked back to the car that first day, "I don't know if I'm going to sign up for this next year".  I just laughed and told him it would get easier, and it has.  I hope he loves it, and I think he will.  If not, he looks good, anyway.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

End of the Year Camping Trip

We squeezed in one camping trip to end the summer properly.  We always mean to go more often, but there seems to be something every weekend that keeps us from going.  But we decided we just needed to go, even though we still had family in town, and the weather was going to be pretty cold.

We reserved our spot, and as soon as Ben was done teaching, we headed out of town.  We set up camp (well, Ben set up camp), cooked our hobo dinners, and went to play in the creek.  The boys loved to gather firewood, and we had a fire going in no time.

Grace and Matt loved to help Dad set up the tent, and the boys got busy tending the fire.  It's so funny to see the kids entertaining themselves and each other.  They can be so weird sometimes, but it's good to see them having fun together.


 Haley's job mostly was to help keep an eye on Matt, which -- believe me -- was a full-time job.  We did attach a bear bell to his pants, and he jingled all over the place.  I panicked a few times when I wasn't hearing the bell ringing, but it turned out that he was just sitting down.

(Haley was contemplating putting on her jacket.  She did.)






If any of you don't live in the mountains, here's a little secret.  Mountain dirt is DIRTIER than regular dirt.  So it took no time flat for the kids to get dirty.  I tried cleaning them several times, but I eventually just gave up.






 For some reason, Grace REALLY loved this hatchet.  She carried it around until I finally told her to put it down before somebody lost a limb.  I think she knew it was Dad's important tool, and she loved being helpful.



After dinner, we crossed a small stream to get to the creek, and we spent most of the evening there.  The boys worked on their rock-skipping skills, and Matt dug in the sand.








 Haley was trying to dig this rock free.  It didn't work.








Throughout the night, we froze half to death.  Joey, Matt and I slept on the air mattress that slowly leaked air.  I was wide awake until 3 am, at which point my butt was on the cold, hard ground.  I was busy all night trying to keep Matt warm.  He moved a lot, and he ended up mostly beneath me, trying to get warm.  Everybody had to use the bathroom (the tree) at 5 am, and Ben and I just got up to start a fire because we were frozen.  I can't remember going camping without freezing and getting 1 1/2 hours of sleep.  But it was all worth it in the end.

Joey said his favorite part was sitting by the campfire drinking hot cocoa (which he did all morning).  After breakfast, we packed up and then went back down to the creek.  We spent another 1 1/2 to 2 hours down there, playing in the sand.  It was a great time, and even though we were still pretty cold, we slipped off our shoes and got busy building sand castles and volcanoes.