At least not unsupervised, that is.
I began writing this post to update you on Obi-1. Yesterday, he went up to wash his hands while I cleared the breakfast dishes. This is perfectly common in our house. Hand-washing, followed by eating, followed by hand-washing. Both boys have become very self-sufficient in this practice; so much so, in fact, that I have become comfortable sending them upstairs (or downstairs) to wash their hands before or after a meal.
But yesterday, Obi-1 tipped the stool a bit after finishing at the sink, and hit his mouth on the counter, knocking his front top tooth loose. I ran upstairs, of course, to find him crying, and his mouth bleeding. Mom-o-the-year award #250.
A quick call to the dentist set us up to find out the extent of the damage. However, this all happened at 8:15 AM, and the soonest we could be seen was 11:45. He calmed down and the tooth seemed relatively okay - just barely wiggled when I touched it. So, I let him go to VBS camp for the morning, and I even wrote a note so his teachers would know what happened and help him remember not to chew on any snacks.
At the dentist, x-rays were taken and a quick exam completed, and Dr. Dentist assured us both that his tooth was not broken at the root (our initial concern). He thinks it will probably tighten back into place within a few days.
So... good news. Obi-1 is more careful on the stool, and we're back to normal.
This evening, the boys were instructed to go downstairs to wash their hands before dinner. They complied, and we enjoyed a wonderful steak, potato, and mixed salad dinner together as a family. I think it was the first real sit-down meal we've enjoyed all week, since we've been working so hard on the church nursery facility lately.
After dinner, the boys had Mama's highly efficient bath time, followed by generous stories and songs with Daddy. While he handled bedtime, I set in to finish the curriculum I've been working on. I then remembered that I have laundry to do (always), and decided not to put it off over night. So, I headed down to throw in that Bob-the-Tomato shirt and other favorite clothes so they'd be ready to wear tomorrow.
That's when I discovered that we had water on our (basement) laundry room floor.
Water of, well... sizable proportions. Let's just say I'm expecting pairs of animals to show up at my door any time.
Turns out the boys had left the water running in the downstairs sink, with the drain pulled closed. For the entire time (hours) since they had washed their hands before dinner, water had been running full-speed into, and out of, the bathroom sink. A bathroom which is conveniently located next to our laundry and storage areas. Laundry and storage areas, which in my house, are rarely well-organized spaces with clear floors.
This, from the house where Mama says, "turn off the water while you scrub your hands" and "turn off the water while you brush your teeth" and "save some water for the fishes!" because I'm just that OCD about water conservation.
Yes, this same water-conserving nutcase had over two hours worth of water running in a bathroom sink. I had a couple of inches of water covering my basement laundry room. Soaking the rugs. Drenching the pile of laundry on the floor. Endangering the camera. (Why was the camera in danger, you ask? What's that - you don't keep your camera case sitting beside your ironing board? Oh. Well, um, neither do I... anymore.)
We have now spent nearly all of our fun, boys-are-in-bed-now-we-can-finally-relax-together time wet vacuuming the basement floor, clearing soggy items, and generally getting frustrated beyond our exhaustion with the whole situation.
And now, I'm writing about it. To share. To decompress. To let you in on the little chaotic mess that my life can be some days. And, I hope, to have this recorded so I can laugh about it someday... way, way, way, into the future.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
it's been a year, part i
It's been a year. Since we moved. I remember I was told that "it takes a year" whenever I was struggling with the idea of making new friends, finding my way around a new city, feeling connected in community, etc.
Last week, the final week of our first year here, I thought to myself, "yeah, right. It's going to take more than a year." But maybe I was wrong, or maybe I needed perspective. Perhaps I just needed one more week.
We had a house full of guests this weekend, and more are on the way. The Kenobi B&B is getting booked up, I like to say! :) We're finding ourselves in the "building" stages of friendships - beyond the awkward meet & greet of those first months - more and more. The sidewalk is getting full, as is the yard, with impromptu gatherings. I can refer to them as "friends," not just neighbors, now. I can give somebody directions to my home, as well as to major area landmarks, and I can find myself in and out of most places in the city. We know the samples lady at the local Trader Joes, and the favorite vendors at the Famer's Market.
Obi-1 is in his first week of VBS camp, and this morning I trekked 3 neighbor boys off together in my minivan. When I returned with the kids, our neighbors had us over for an impromptu lunch. Those types of things make me feel like perhaps we're getting comfortable here.
I'm starting to feel like this place fits. We are getting our stuff mixed in with others' stuff (the way it should be, in my opinion). We're sharing what we have, and blessed by others who do the same. Our oldest boy rides a neighbor's bike, given to us on a long-term loan. Hand-me-down clothes have been passed around between several people. Dishes are left at homes where meals or snacks were shared, as are children's toys and socks.
Our schedule is starting to reflect connectedness, too. We are planning a camping trip with a few other neighbors, as well as a weekend with our church. I helped throw a baby shower for a new friend. I have play times, and berry-picking outings, and a variety of dinners planned in the coming weeks. We're working our tails off to organize and participate in work parties for the church nursery. We know the art shows in town, and when the children's museum exhibit changes.
Life is busy and full, and I'm feeling like maybe this whole "it takes a year" thing has some merit. It's been a year, and while we're not fully unpacked, perhaps we're getting settled here.
Last week, the final week of our first year here, I thought to myself, "yeah, right. It's going to take more than a year." But maybe I was wrong, or maybe I needed perspective. Perhaps I just needed one more week.
We had a house full of guests this weekend, and more are on the way. The Kenobi B&B is getting booked up, I like to say! :) We're finding ourselves in the "building" stages of friendships - beyond the awkward meet & greet of those first months - more and more. The sidewalk is getting full, as is the yard, with impromptu gatherings. I can refer to them as "friends," not just neighbors, now. I can give somebody directions to my home, as well as to major area landmarks, and I can find myself in and out of most places in the city. We know the samples lady at the local Trader Joes, and the favorite vendors at the Famer's Market.
Obi-1 is in his first week of VBS camp, and this morning I trekked 3 neighbor boys off together in my minivan. When I returned with the kids, our neighbors had us over for an impromptu lunch. Those types of things make me feel like perhaps we're getting comfortable here.
I'm starting to feel like this place fits. We are getting our stuff mixed in with others' stuff (the way it should be, in my opinion). We're sharing what we have, and blessed by others who do the same. Our oldest boy rides a neighbor's bike, given to us on a long-term loan. Hand-me-down clothes have been passed around between several people. Dishes are left at homes where meals or snacks were shared, as are children's toys and socks.
Our schedule is starting to reflect connectedness, too. We are planning a camping trip with a few other neighbors, as well as a weekend with our church. I helped throw a baby shower for a new friend. I have play times, and berry-picking outings, and a variety of dinners planned in the coming weeks. We're working our tails off to organize and participate in work parties for the church nursery. We know the art shows in town, and when the children's museum exhibit changes.
Life is busy and full, and I'm feeling like maybe this whole "it takes a year" thing has some merit. It's been a year, and while we're not fully unpacked, perhaps we're getting settled here.
Friday, June 22, 2007
abc all about me
We're doing a new technique for teaching sharing skills. Here's the scenario: there is a toy both boys (or more, if the neighbors are involved) want, and only one boy has possession of it. The typical reaction of the boy-in-want is to try to pry the toy from his brothers' hands.
A discussion about the ownership rights will ensue. There may be demanding, raised voices, strong rhetoric, and other impolite behavior. The whole exchange often results in conflict. Sometimes they can solve the situation diplomatically, but other times they are tempted to use force. It's a little like politics. :)
Mama does not like conflict, and yet, I am frequently arbitrating. Blessed are the peacemakers, right?
Taking turns would, in theory, solve the problem. Except frequently it is excruciating to wait one's turn. You know this - when's the last time you had to wait a turn? How did you like it? How was it to see somebody else have what you wanted?
So, here's our solution: the boy who wants the toy must first sing the ABC's. At the end of the song, turns change, and he can play with the toy until another round of ABC's is complete. Each turn lasts as long as the ABC song. Frequently, this is long enough for them to lose interest or find something else to play with. At the minimum, it has helped reinforce the alphabet for both boys.
Obi-2 still has a few alphabetical mix ups. Follow me, here, as we sing along:
Typical to a 2-year-old. It's all about me, there's no room for U. :)
A discussion about the ownership rights will ensue. There may be demanding, raised voices, strong rhetoric, and other impolite behavior. The whole exchange often results in conflict. Sometimes they can solve the situation diplomatically, but other times they are tempted to use force. It's a little like politics. :)
Mama does not like conflict, and yet, I am frequently arbitrating. Blessed are the peacemakers, right?
Taking turns would, in theory, solve the problem. Except frequently it is excruciating to wait one's turn. You know this - when's the last time you had to wait a turn? How did you like it? How was it to see somebody else have what you wanted?
So, here's our solution: the boy who wants the toy must first sing the ABC's. At the end of the song, turns change, and he can play with the toy until another round of ABC's is complete. Each turn lasts as long as the ABC song. Frequently, this is long enough for them to lose interest or find something else to play with. At the minimum, it has helped reinforce the alphabet for both boys.
Obi-2 still has a few alphabetical mix ups. Follow me, here, as we sing along:
"... Q R S, T R V, double-R X, Y and Z..."
Typical to a 2-year-old. It's all about me, there's no room for U. :)
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
somebody more like you
“I hope you meet someone your height
so you can see eye to eye
with someone as small as you…
…I hope you find somebody more like you.”
~ Nickel Creek
“Just as iron sharpens iron,
friends sharpen the minds of each other.”
~ Proverbs 27:17
so you can see eye to eye
with someone as small as you…
…I hope you find somebody more like you.”
~ Nickel Creek
“Just as iron sharpens iron,
friends sharpen the minds of each other.”
~ Proverbs 27:17
I sense a conflict in our culture. The northwest is a very peace-loving, diversity-embracing sort of place, not only in its politics, but in how friends and neighbors interact. While I appreciate the polite nature of folks, sometimes it seems like we are superficial. Instead of really embracing others as they are, we’re often just avoiding differences. People talk about diversity, but mean sameness. There's a sense that if we can just avoid bringing up our differences, we can pretend or prove that we’re really the same. Everyone is equal. We do and say what is right in our own eyes, and we'll avoid those who say or do what is wrong in our own eyes. It happens no matter how far left or right people lean. It happens almost without our notice.
This twists its way into our willingness to hear and see the disagreeable. It creeps into attitudes and schedules, dragging us into dull relationships. We pretend (maybe even genuinely believe) to be open minded, but we end up harshly judging and avoiding anyone who speaks in disagreement with us. We fool ourselves into thinking that it’s healthy to only invest our time and energy in others who are like us. It is not.
We need to be challenged, sharpened, rebuked, encouraged, and engaged.
There is great joy in relationships that challenge my mind and heart. When we moved here, we were excited about our new neighborhood, in part, because it has a lot of diversity. While much has changed in recent years, it still bears scars and honors of its history. I find many benefits of this urban place; I hope perhaps we’ll be less likely to slink into complacency, and our children might witness our faith as more than talk or ideas. There are many who seem to do this intentionally, as Erika’s life and writing from the margins can testify. These are the stories and lives that inspire me.
Sure, it’s more comfortable to be around people who are as right as you are about child-rearing, war, God, marriage, art, work, money, and everything else you find important. It’s also easy for like to attract like because most of us know where to go, how to speak, and how to quickly size others up. We love our spam-filtering, caller-ID, car-in-the-garage world. It’s easy to avoid those who don’t fit our target profile. I want to work against this temptation to cast judgment and cast out.
Maybe you can relate. I enjoy reading. Though limited in uninterrupted time, I’m starting to prefer the paperless options of websites and blogs. It’s cheap and convenient; it's also effective clutter-control! I can easily find current events from every angle. I love recipes I can download and use at-will. Parenting subjects are available at the click of a button, and there are many blogs who can give me a laugh or offer encouragement.
This twists its way into our willingness to hear and see the disagreeable. It creeps into attitudes and schedules, dragging us into dull relationships. We pretend (maybe even genuinely believe) to be open minded, but we end up harshly judging and avoiding anyone who speaks in disagreement with us. We fool ourselves into thinking that it’s healthy to only invest our time and energy in others who are like us. It is not.
We need to be challenged, sharpened, rebuked, encouraged, and engaged.
There is great joy in relationships that challenge my mind and heart. When we moved here, we were excited about our new neighborhood, in part, because it has a lot of diversity. While much has changed in recent years, it still bears scars and honors of its history. I find many benefits of this urban place; I hope perhaps we’ll be less likely to slink into complacency, and our children might witness our faith as more than talk or ideas. There are many who seem to do this intentionally, as Erika’s life and writing from the margins can testify. These are the stories and lives that inspire me.
Sure, it’s more comfortable to be around people who are as right as you are about child-rearing, war, God, marriage, art, work, money, and everything else you find important. It’s also easy for like to attract like because most of us know where to go, how to speak, and how to quickly size others up. We love our spam-filtering, caller-ID, car-in-the-garage world. It’s easy to avoid those who don’t fit our target profile. I want to work against this temptation to cast judgment and cast out.
Maybe you can relate. I enjoy reading. Though limited in uninterrupted time, I’m starting to prefer the paperless options of websites and blogs. It’s cheap and convenient; it's also effective clutter-control! I can easily find current events from every angle. I love recipes I can download and use at-will. Parenting subjects are available at the click of a button, and there are many blogs who can give me a laugh or offer encouragement.
While full of options, it's very easy way to find people who think like me. It's also easy to find myself in the more challenging topics and conversations. Unfortunately, I’m not a professional writer, and often what I type & what I mean are read differently. There are also no systems of accountability online, unlike neighbors or friends with phone numbers and addresses. I am keenly aware that online relationships, however powerful or thought-provoking or comfortable, cannot replace face-to-face, life-along-life relationships.
Recently, I was reading Shannon’s blog and a great piece on what she called “Momma Code.” One of its many comments was very honest and vulnerable. To paraphrase, the reader said that she preferred being alone to trying to make friends with somebody who didn’t share her views or interests. I don’t want to slam this woman, because I actually think she’s saying what most of us think: “It’s really not worth my time to invest in you if you’re wrong so often.” Why would we spend our time with somebody who thinks differently than us?
Is it possible that surrounding ourselves with our own likeness might be flat-out idolatry? If we allow ourselves to get too comfy with those who pat us on the back and make us feel “in,” we build a very self-centered culture that will impact many future generations. This is part of my motivation to engage people who force me to think, struggle, and stop relying on myself.
However, I’m sure at least one of my friends is reading this and thinking about a call to be “equally yoked.” While I think that biblical passage (2 Corinthians 6:14) is far too often taken out of context and loosely applied in error, I do recognized the joy and blessing of relationships with those who share my values and world view. It’s just that the legalistic application, (that we cannot or should not engage those who are not “one of us”), seems like the well-rebuked attitude of a Pharisee. I do enjoy friends and read writers who make me laugh or cry or nod in agreement. The Daring One is good for a frequent giggle and nod. Llama Mama has a true gift of style, weaving truth, humor, and honesty in her writing, usually giving me a glimpse of how another woman lives out her faith in everyday circumstances. Maria, through her deeply personal entries, can take me from laughter to sympathy within paragraphs.
Some people may challenge me on one day and speak directly to my heart on another. Should I avoid the occasional disagreements, even on major issues? Is there still value in hearing the other person? I think it’s important to find ourselves in friendships, readings, and discussions that do not always pander to our own views. When Mallory recently wrote about body image in thoughtful and personal terms, I appreciated the challenge to consider my own prejudices, notions, and solutions along with her. Wacky Mommy can make me laugh with her glimpses of life, though sometimes I disagree with her.
Recently, I was reading Shannon’s blog and a great piece on what she called “Momma Code.” One of its many comments was very honest and vulnerable. To paraphrase, the reader said that she preferred being alone to trying to make friends with somebody who didn’t share her views or interests. I don’t want to slam this woman, because I actually think she’s saying what most of us think: “It’s really not worth my time to invest in you if you’re wrong so often.” Why would we spend our time with somebody who thinks differently than us?
Is it possible that surrounding ourselves with our own likeness might be flat-out idolatry? If we allow ourselves to get too comfy with those who pat us on the back and make us feel “in,” we build a very self-centered culture that will impact many future generations. This is part of my motivation to engage people who force me to think, struggle, and stop relying on myself.
However, I’m sure at least one of my friends is reading this and thinking about a call to be “equally yoked.” While I think that biblical passage (2 Corinthians 6:14) is far too often taken out of context and loosely applied in error, I do recognized the joy and blessing of relationships with those who share my values and world view. It’s just that the legalistic application, (that we cannot or should not engage those who are not “one of us”), seems like the well-rebuked attitude of a Pharisee. I do enjoy friends and read writers who make me laugh or cry or nod in agreement. The Daring One is good for a frequent giggle and nod. Llama Mama has a true gift of style, weaving truth, humor, and honesty in her writing, usually giving me a glimpse of how another woman lives out her faith in everyday circumstances. Maria, through her deeply personal entries, can take me from laughter to sympathy within paragraphs.
Some people may challenge me on one day and speak directly to my heart on another. Should I avoid the occasional disagreements, even on major issues? Is there still value in hearing the other person? I think it’s important to find ourselves in friendships, readings, and discussions that do not always pander to our own views. When Mallory recently wrote about body image in thoughtful and personal terms, I appreciated the challenge to consider my own prejudices, notions, and solutions along with her. Wacky Mommy can make me laugh with her glimpses of life, though sometimes I disagree with her.
Reading material is only a start. Relationships (real ones) that do not challenge us cannot help us grow. In order for iron to sharpen iron, there must be contact and it will be abrasive at times. What friendships challenge us? Who makes me think? When do we laugh? What does it look like to relax and be known? Why do I invest my time? Why should they invest in me?
I think avoiding people who are different begins with how we treat the ideas and things we don't like. Sometimes we find offense in media, writing, or movies. A common reaction is a lot of hot-air blowing and threats. While I’m not a fan of frequent boycotting, I also don’t go out of my way to see or read something uninteresting. Authors and producers purposely create controversy in order to stir interest and recognition of their work. I think it’s an important skill to recognize when something is basically marketing. I don't want to be trapped by somebody trying to sell or gain from the controversy.
However, this forces me to think of raising children who are lights in a dark world. It is easier, in my mama instincts, to avoid all potential dangers. I want to shield my children from harm. This is our honor and responsibility, as guardians of such precious gifts. However, we must carefully consider the danger of avoidance as well as exposure. There is danger of lost opportunity for spiritual growth, intellectual stimulation, and character development every time we avoid somebody or something that is different.
I think avoiding people who are different begins with how we treat the ideas and things we don't like. Sometimes we find offense in media, writing, or movies. A common reaction is a lot of hot-air blowing and threats. While I’m not a fan of frequent boycotting, I also don’t go out of my way to see or read something uninteresting. Authors and producers purposely create controversy in order to stir interest and recognition of their work. I think it’s an important skill to recognize when something is basically marketing. I don't want to be trapped by somebody trying to sell or gain from the controversy.
However, this forces me to think of raising children who are lights in a dark world. It is easier, in my mama instincts, to avoid all potential dangers. I want to shield my children from harm. This is our honor and responsibility, as guardians of such precious gifts. However, we must carefully consider the danger of avoidance as well as exposure. There is danger of lost opportunity for spiritual growth, intellectual stimulation, and character development every time we avoid somebody or something that is different.
I don’t want my children engaging a lot of controversy at young ages, partly to guard their mind and developing imaginations from influences I dislike. I must be careful, however, to avoid treating pieces of art, heard or seen, as evil or dangerous. If we see the object as depraved and lost, rather than the artist, we lose the opportunity to exercise compassion or share truth. Kids who avoid differences, who haven’t been allowed to develop critical thinking and faith, may be set up for serious mistakes and regrets far past my moments of influence.
We grow in faith through the real trials, testing, and wrestling with truth, not theoretical or ideological concepts. As my children enter years of discerning what they hear, read, and watch, and who they are with, I hope I’m willing to get their (and my) minds and hearts stirred. May I rely more on prayer, discernment, and a loving, gracious Keeper of promises, and be released from the traps of avoiding the others.
We grow in faith through the real trials, testing, and wrestling with truth, not theoretical or ideological concepts. As my children enter years of discerning what they hear, read, and watch, and who they are with, I hope I’m willing to get their (and my) minds and hearts stirred. May I rely more on prayer, discernment, and a loving, gracious Keeper of promises, and be released from the traps of avoiding the others.
learn something new every day
Things I learned today:
1. Sticky tac & silly putty look alike.
2. Sticky tac & silly putty will combine well together, and cannot be separated.
3. Sticky tac & silly putty are not equal.
4. Sticky tac is very useful for displaying the Sunday School craft project of "Joseph's Coat" on the wall.
5. Silly putty gets very gooey on hot days, and melts into a mess.
6. If sticky tac is mixed with silly putty, the combination will not hold crafts on display.
Turns out, we had silly putty in our house. I didn't know that when I put all of the "sticky tac" I found in various places into one large, accessible lump to use for displaying craft projects.
Now I know.
1. Sticky tac & silly putty look alike.
2. Sticky tac & silly putty will combine well together, and cannot be separated.
3. Sticky tac & silly putty are not equal.
4. Sticky tac is very useful for displaying the Sunday School craft project of "Joseph's Coat" on the wall.
5. Silly putty gets very gooey on hot days, and melts into a mess.
6. If sticky tac is mixed with silly putty, the combination will not hold crafts on display.
Turns out, we had silly putty in our house. I didn't know that when I put all of the "sticky tac" I found in various places into one large, accessible lump to use for displaying craft projects.
Now I know.
Monday, June 18, 2007
tagged
Thank you, Mallory. I was just starting to feel like maybe - just maybe - I could get my enormous "to do" list taken care of this week, and I got tagged. :) Now, all other writing will have to wait, as will the laundry. I know it's quite sweet that you thought of me in the first place. Frankly, I was tempted to make it all about you, and give seven links to my favorite posts on your site, but I wasn't sure if you would approve of my cheating. Plus, I'm supposed to tag 7 other people, and you've already chosen Wacky Mommy, so I need to get writing before any more time is lost thinking. ;)
This is supposed to be seven random things about me. For a fleeting moment, I tried thinking of something really insightful. Yeah, right. Like you need to hear more navel-gazing. So, here goes. Seven random facts about yours truly.
1. I plan our weekly meals, then do all of my grocery shopping on Mondays. This saves me money & time, and my boys get snacks from Anastasia, the beautiful and talented samples lady.
2. I had a tap (dancing) scholarship for college.
3. I am desperately afraid of heights. Open staircases can cause me to gasp. I cannot climb a latter to paint trim. Yet, one of my life goals is to try bungee-jumping.
4. I spent a month in Germany when I was 9 years old. My parents were back at home as I visited friends who lived there. This was before Germany was united, so officially I only visited West Germany. I even joined my young friends for a couple weeks of school. My German classmates made fun of me for being different (um, ya' think?!) by taunting me in Spanish. Yes, Spanish.
5. I dropped German in order to learn Spanish in high school. Today, however, I cannot fluently speak any other language.
6. I am the laundry fairy. This is probably the one job where I would consider joining a union.
7. I do marketing consulting, and sometimes I'm paid for it. It's not a lot of work - certainly not enough to call a "job," but it keeps me sharp & I enjoy the work. My clients endure conference calls where they might hear me say things like, "Yes, I can re-format the ezine by Tuesday - WAIT Obi-2! Don't flush it down the toilet! - and then would you like me to figure out multi-color print option for the other piece?"
And now, my turn. Consider yourself tagged:
Maria, Llama Mama, Shannon, Craver Vii, Daring Young Mom, Erika, Proverbs31
This is supposed to be seven random things about me. For a fleeting moment, I tried thinking of something really insightful. Yeah, right. Like you need to hear more navel-gazing. So, here goes. Seven random facts about yours truly.
1. I plan our weekly meals, then do all of my grocery shopping on Mondays. This saves me money & time, and my boys get snacks from Anastasia, the beautiful and talented samples lady.
2. I had a tap (dancing) scholarship for college.
3. I am desperately afraid of heights. Open staircases can cause me to gasp. I cannot climb a latter to paint trim. Yet, one of my life goals is to try bungee-jumping.
4. I spent a month in Germany when I was 9 years old. My parents were back at home as I visited friends who lived there. This was before Germany was united, so officially I only visited West Germany. I even joined my young friends for a couple weeks of school. My German classmates made fun of me for being different (um, ya' think?!) by taunting me in Spanish. Yes, Spanish.
5. I dropped German in order to learn Spanish in high school. Today, however, I cannot fluently speak any other language.
6. I am the laundry fairy. This is probably the one job where I would consider joining a union.
7. I do marketing consulting, and sometimes I'm paid for it. It's not a lot of work - certainly not enough to call a "job," but it keeps me sharp & I enjoy the work. My clients endure conference calls where they might hear me say things like, "Yes, I can re-format the ezine by Tuesday - WAIT Obi-2! Don't flush it down the toilet! - and then would you like me to figure out multi-color print option for the other piece?"
And now, my turn. Consider yourself tagged:
Maria, Llama Mama, Shannon, Craver Vii, Daring Young Mom, Erika, Proverbs31
Saturday, June 16, 2007
he can do it!
Remember this?
Well, today, Obi-2 learned to pedal by himself (thank you, Daddy!) and is on his way to keeping up with the neighbor boys.
It should be a fun, active summer!
Well, today, Obi-2 learned to pedal by himself (thank you, Daddy!) and is on his way to keeping up with the neighbor boys.
It should be a fun, active summer!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
happy flag day
Happy Flag Day!
(hmm, sorry Aussie friends - this one's for my fellow Americans)
Look here for why and how the holiday is celebrated.
(hmm, sorry Aussie friends - this one's for my fellow Americans)
Look here for why and how the holiday is celebrated.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
thirteen ways Mr. Kenobi is an amazing dad
It's been a while since I wrote about my best friend, my love, and my partner in this life's adventure, Mr. Kenobi. He truly is amazing. Yeah, not in that lalalala yada yada way that some women mush about their husbands. Better. Prince Charming, watch out. :)
This Sunday will mark the third year I've celebrated Mr. Kenobi as a father. It is a special holiday, and I hope the boys & I can truly give him the honor and love he deserves. To celebrate this week's Thursday Thirteen, I'm giving you a little glimpse into moments of Mr. Kenobi as "Daddy." If you don't like sappy, sentimental love notes, you might want to just scoot along. However, I hope you'll stick around to help me celebrate this man and father.
1. Bed Time. This time of day is Daddy's domain in our house, and has been pretty much since each boy was finished nursing, and maybe even earlier. I confess - I love leaving the baby monitor on while he goes through the bedtime routine with the boys, hearing him read stories, "taco tuck" each boy into his blankets, tell them he loves them, pray with and for them, sing sweet hymns and songs as they fall asleep. If one or both is struggling to fall asleep, it is Mr. Kenobi who goes back & forth to the room, reminding them to stay quiet or settle back into covers. I know this time is a gift & welcome break for me, but it is also a gift to the boys to have some exclusive Daddy time in their last moments of the day.
2. Zeppoli Day. The last Saturday of the month is Zeppoli Day at our local Italian cafe. I'm not a huge fan of donuts, but I do enjoy these little melt-in-your-mouth Italian treats. Even more, I enjoy the way Mr. Kenobi builds excitement with the boys for our family walk and treats.
3. Lattes. If he ever wants to change careers and leave the demanding and exciting world of geotechnical engineering, he'd make an amazing barista. Or is it baristo? Whatever. He makes a fantastic latte for me, and "fuzzy milks" for the boys. What a perfect treat to start a weekend morning.
4. Quiet Mornings. I'm a sleep-in type of girl, but Mr. Kenobi works hard, and early. The boys tend to sleep in, too, as long as the house is pretty quiet. I love that he is so careful to let us all sleep, and if a sleepy boy gets out of bed too early, he'll bring him into our bed for a little extra sleep.
5. Family Bed. I wrote about it here, just to recognize the dilemma of sleep. Mr. Kenobi was the first champion of family sleep in our house, and it was a sweet way to spend those baby years of up/down/up/down nights with each boy. And, in case you're wondering... yes, they both happily sleep in their own bed, in their own room.
6. Adventures. Mr. Kenobi is an outdoors sort of guy, but I'd probably be happy to stay in most of the time. Fortunately, he gets us all out on adventures by encouraging family walks, bike rides, hikes, and play.
7. Wrestling. With the boys, of course! I think there must be something about dads & sons that just requires wrestling.
8. Sports. We're starting to enter that season (probably a long one) where the boys like playing sports. Even though Mr. Kenobi was/is a very good, highly competitive athlete, I appreciate his attitude toward sports with his boys. It's fun to see him feeding tennis balls to little Obi-1's racquet, or pitching baseballs in the front yard, all the while teaching without demanding their performance. If this laid-back attitude continues, it will be fun to see what our boys enjoy doing, and great to know their father supports them in their interests.
9. It's a partnership. I'm so blessed to be home with my children. I believe this, really, even on those days that prompt me to think about updating my resume! :) Fortunately, I don't have to give up the "partnership" in parenting that we had once dreamed about. Mr. Kenobi is teaching his boys what it looks like to be a man of balance, amidst many responsibilities.
10. He dates their Mama. I might not have known how critically important it is to keep dating my children's father, if he didn't make it such a priority. He arranges Grandma's time here, confirming with her every week. He often thinks up where we'll go. He compliments me & showers me with attention. He tells his employees, "no phone calls after 4:30," so he can be sure to leave the office in time to go on our dates. I'm a lucky girl, and our boys are lucky to see that their parents still want to date each other.
11. He leads them in worship. Last week, I looked over to see Mr. Kenobi prompting each line of the worship songs to Obi-1, in the pew beside me. It was pure joy to see my child invited, and able, to be part of our community. Just as a worship leader prompts the congregation to lift our voices together, he's leading our children to know Who and why we worship.
12. He shaves. The boys and I aren't fans of kissing scratchy faces. Mr. Kenobi likes the look & lower-maintenance of a beard, but he shaves for us. Awwww, how sweet!
13. Husband-coached childbirth. Suffice it to say, our boys wouldn't have been born the way they were, nor would I have entered these first years motherhood with any confidence at all, if not for the support of Mr. Kenobi. Many times since that first moment of labor, I've felt like I could not cope with the pain, confusion, fear, or frustration of a situation. He has gently helped me through it each time, and often I'm amazed at how much I rely on him for support. I couldn't do this alone, and I wouldn't want to. I never doubt that our boys are better off because of his beliefs, his commitment, and his willingness to pull more than his share when needed.
This Sunday will mark the third year I've celebrated Mr. Kenobi as a father. It is a special holiday, and I hope the boys & I can truly give him the honor and love he deserves. To celebrate this week's Thursday Thirteen, I'm giving you a little glimpse into moments of Mr. Kenobi as "Daddy." If you don't like sappy, sentimental love notes, you might want to just scoot along. However, I hope you'll stick around to help me celebrate this man and father.
1. Bed Time. This time of day is Daddy's domain in our house, and has been pretty much since each boy was finished nursing, and maybe even earlier. I confess - I love leaving the baby monitor on while he goes through the bedtime routine with the boys, hearing him read stories, "taco tuck" each boy into his blankets, tell them he loves them, pray with and for them, sing sweet hymns and songs as they fall asleep. If one or both is struggling to fall asleep, it is Mr. Kenobi who goes back & forth to the room, reminding them to stay quiet or settle back into covers. I know this time is a gift & welcome break for me, but it is also a gift to the boys to have some exclusive Daddy time in their last moments of the day.
2. Zeppoli Day. The last Saturday of the month is Zeppoli Day at our local Italian cafe. I'm not a huge fan of donuts, but I do enjoy these little melt-in-your-mouth Italian treats. Even more, I enjoy the way Mr. Kenobi builds excitement with the boys for our family walk and treats.
3. Lattes. If he ever wants to change careers and leave the demanding and exciting world of geotechnical engineering, he'd make an amazing barista. Or is it baristo? Whatever. He makes a fantastic latte for me, and "fuzzy milks" for the boys. What a perfect treat to start a weekend morning.
4. Quiet Mornings. I'm a sleep-in type of girl, but Mr. Kenobi works hard, and early. The boys tend to sleep in, too, as long as the house is pretty quiet. I love that he is so careful to let us all sleep, and if a sleepy boy gets out of bed too early, he'll bring him into our bed for a little extra sleep.
5. Family Bed. I wrote about it here, just to recognize the dilemma of sleep. Mr. Kenobi was the first champion of family sleep in our house, and it was a sweet way to spend those baby years of up/down/up/down nights with each boy. And, in case you're wondering... yes, they both happily sleep in their own bed, in their own room.
6. Adventures. Mr. Kenobi is an outdoors sort of guy, but I'd probably be happy to stay in most of the time. Fortunately, he gets us all out on adventures by encouraging family walks, bike rides, hikes, and play.
7. Wrestling. With the boys, of course! I think there must be something about dads & sons that just requires wrestling.
8. Sports. We're starting to enter that season (probably a long one) where the boys like playing sports. Even though Mr. Kenobi was/is a very good, highly competitive athlete, I appreciate his attitude toward sports with his boys. It's fun to see him feeding tennis balls to little Obi-1's racquet, or pitching baseballs in the front yard, all the while teaching without demanding their performance. If this laid-back attitude continues, it will be fun to see what our boys enjoy doing, and great to know their father supports them in their interests.
9. It's a partnership. I'm so blessed to be home with my children. I believe this, really, even on those days that prompt me to think about updating my resume! :) Fortunately, I don't have to give up the "partnership" in parenting that we had once dreamed about. Mr. Kenobi is teaching his boys what it looks like to be a man of balance, amidst many responsibilities.
10. He dates their Mama. I might not have known how critically important it is to keep dating my children's father, if he didn't make it such a priority. He arranges Grandma's time here, confirming with her every week. He often thinks up where we'll go. He compliments me & showers me with attention. He tells his employees, "no phone calls after 4:30," so he can be sure to leave the office in time to go on our dates. I'm a lucky girl, and our boys are lucky to see that their parents still want to date each other.
11. He leads them in worship. Last week, I looked over to see Mr. Kenobi prompting each line of the worship songs to Obi-1, in the pew beside me. It was pure joy to see my child invited, and able, to be part of our community. Just as a worship leader prompts the congregation to lift our voices together, he's leading our children to know Who and why we worship.
12. He shaves. The boys and I aren't fans of kissing scratchy faces. Mr. Kenobi likes the look & lower-maintenance of a beard, but he shaves for us. Awwww, how sweet!
13. Husband-coached childbirth. Suffice it to say, our boys wouldn't have been born the way they were, nor would I have entered these first years motherhood with any confidence at all, if not for the support of Mr. Kenobi. Many times since that first moment of labor, I've felt like I could not cope with the pain, confusion, fear, or frustration of a situation. He has gently helped me through it each time, and often I'm amazed at how much I rely on him for support. I couldn't do this alone, and I wouldn't want to. I never doubt that our boys are better off because of his beliefs, his commitment, and his willingness to pull more than his share when needed.
Monday, June 11, 2007
he'll never forget
They say, "it's just like riding a bike." This phrase is supposed to give somebody confidence in trying a skill they haven't used in a while. Note it's not "just like playing piano" or "just like a triple lutz," or "just like Sudoku," which might be lost if not practiced.
Nope, "it's just like riding a bike."
Don't be fooled - riding a bike isn't an easy task to learn in the first place! In a particularly long saga of patience and will, Obi-2 is learning to ride a bike. Yes, he's learning on a real bike, because he does not want to ride a little bike (a.k.a. tricycle). The neighbor kids, and more importantly, his big brother, all ride Big Boy Bikes! Never mind that these big boy bikes have training wheels and are roughly the same height as his tricycle. They simply, obviously, indisputably do NOT provide the same riding experience.
After much debate, a failed attempt to use a "pre-owned" bike I brought home, and lengthy discussion with our neighbor, we purchased a new bicycle for Obi-2. This neighbor is one of the cool dads o' the 'hood, having taught his children (all 3) to ride bicycles around age two. He also bikes competitively, and has a collection of a few dozen bikes for their family athletic needs. Suffice it to say, he knows bikes.
One of the things I asked this neighbor was whether it's really worth it to purchase a new bicycle, and if so, where? "Yes," he said positively, "Go to REI." Seriously?! We love REI, and I know Mr. Kenobi was excited at the excuse to head over there. He & I have had many of dates wandering the aisles at REI and dreaming of our own adventures in the great outdoors. Nonetheless, REI is not the cheapest place to procure a child's bicycle. Our neighbor said that very few local bike shops carry children's bikes. He also was certain that the quality, both of bike & assembly, from REI really did make it better to not go "cheap" and head to a big-box store.
I admit, I am not a fan of spending a lot of money on kids' stuff. They outgrow it, they get tired of it, and they don't always take care of it. I'm also not a fan of purchasing new stuff when so many things are available second-hand, handed-down, and free. Yet, the arguments of safety, longevity, and quality were compelling. We'd like to have more kids eventually, and a bicycle like this might be handed down and used for years. We also have siblings who may eventually also have children, so there's a potential hand-me-down factor in our future.
These are all practical thoughts. The best argument, however, came from Mr. Kenobi, who is the 2nd of four boys in his family. He reminded me, "This may be one of the rare times Obi-2 will get something brand new for himself. He has lots of hand-me-downs, and he'll probably always get Obi-1's outgrown stuff." I wouldn't have had that perspective, being the oldest and only girl of my siblings, but it was a good reminder for me. My dad was also willing to give us his dividends at REI, so the bike ended up being free (so much for my "cheaper" argument).
So that's how we got the bike. Learning to ride it, however, is proving to be a bigger challenge. Evidently, pedalling is a difficult skill to learn. I end up directing his feet 'round and 'round and 'round to help him, only to find myself hunched over a 12" bike frame and begging my 2-year-old to try it himself. Our neighbor has given us a tip that may help: place one training wheel on a slightly higher surface (an inch will do), so the back wheel can "spin" without resistance.
We're trying. I'm much more easily frustrated than my boy, fortunately (?). We're all hopeful that he'll be able to join the big kids in biking back-and-forth on the block soon. Eventually, I think we may actually be able to go somewhere, like the park or cafe, with me walking at a nice pace along side my little bikers. I even imagine biking with them someday!
Not to jump ahead too far, though... the rain has to stop first.
Nope, "it's just like riding a bike."
Don't be fooled - riding a bike isn't an easy task to learn in the first place! In a particularly long saga of patience and will, Obi-2 is learning to ride a bike. Yes, he's learning on a real bike, because he does not want to ride a little bike (a.k.a. tricycle). The neighbor kids, and more importantly, his big brother, all ride Big Boy Bikes! Never mind that these big boy bikes have training wheels and are roughly the same height as his tricycle. They simply, obviously, indisputably do NOT provide the same riding experience.
After much debate, a failed attempt to use a "pre-owned" bike I brought home, and lengthy discussion with our neighbor, we purchased a new bicycle for Obi-2. This neighbor is one of the cool dads o' the 'hood, having taught his children (all 3) to ride bicycles around age two. He also bikes competitively, and has a collection of a few dozen bikes for their family athletic needs. Suffice it to say, he knows bikes.
One of the things I asked this neighbor was whether it's really worth it to purchase a new bicycle, and if so, where? "Yes," he said positively, "Go to REI." Seriously?! We love REI, and I know Mr. Kenobi was excited at the excuse to head over there. He & I have had many of dates wandering the aisles at REI and dreaming of our own adventures in the great outdoors. Nonetheless, REI is not the cheapest place to procure a child's bicycle. Our neighbor said that very few local bike shops carry children's bikes. He also was certain that the quality, both of bike & assembly, from REI really did make it better to not go "cheap" and head to a big-box store.
I admit, I am not a fan of spending a lot of money on kids' stuff. They outgrow it, they get tired of it, and they don't always take care of it. I'm also not a fan of purchasing new stuff when so many things are available second-hand, handed-down, and free. Yet, the arguments of safety, longevity, and quality were compelling. We'd like to have more kids eventually, and a bicycle like this might be handed down and used for years. We also have siblings who may eventually also have children, so there's a potential hand-me-down factor in our future.
These are all practical thoughts. The best argument, however, came from Mr. Kenobi, who is the 2nd of four boys in his family. He reminded me, "This may be one of the rare times Obi-2 will get something brand new for himself. He has lots of hand-me-downs, and he'll probably always get Obi-1's outgrown stuff." I wouldn't have had that perspective, being the oldest and only girl of my siblings, but it was a good reminder for me. My dad was also willing to give us his dividends at REI, so the bike ended up being free (so much for my "cheaper" argument).
So that's how we got the bike. Learning to ride it, however, is proving to be a bigger challenge. Evidently, pedalling is a difficult skill to learn. I end up directing his feet 'round and 'round and 'round to help him, only to find myself hunched over a 12" bike frame and begging my 2-year-old to try it himself. Our neighbor has given us a tip that may help: place one training wheel on a slightly higher surface (an inch will do), so the back wheel can "spin" without resistance.
We're trying. I'm much more easily frustrated than my boy, fortunately (?). We're all hopeful that he'll be able to join the big kids in biking back-and-forth on the block soon. Eventually, I think we may actually be able to go somewhere, like the park or cafe, with me walking at a nice pace along side my little bikers. I even imagine biking with them someday!
Not to jump ahead too far, though... the rain has to stop first.
tickle monster
The tickle monster starts small, with a quick wiggle of her fingers behind the ear or under the shoulder. Laughter starts at their toes and crescendos from squeaks to shrieks and giggles. These are joyous, contagious laughs - the best sound on earth.
At first, the tickle monster must actually make contact. Sometimes we play guitar; they're the instrument, with their ribs the strings. Eventually it just takes one look at my wiggly fingers to get them laughing. 'Round and 'round the house they'll run, laughing and demanding more tickle monster. I sit, and wait, and flutter my fingertips as they come near.
At first, the tickle monster must actually make contact. Sometimes we play guitar; they're the instrument, with their ribs the strings. Eventually it just takes one look at my wiggly fingers to get them laughing. 'Round and 'round the house they'll run, laughing and demanding more tickle monster. I sit, and wait, and flutter my fingertips as they come near.
Friday, June 8, 2007
spring cleaning
As I mentioned in my little story (here), allergies are in full bloom around here. I've been suffering, or perhaps more accurately, insufferable, for a couple weeks. I'm not a big fan of taking medication, but I admit one helps me a bit. However, it's not really a solution to the core problem (irritated sinuses & eyes, likely caused by everything in the air). Allergy drugs just mask the symptoms, even while making life a bit more tolerable.
I know the basic things that lessen allergies: lots of water, low sugar intake, low dairy, staying inside, using air purifiers, wearing a mask, yada yada yada... In spite of it all, I remain firmly attached to my box of kleenex.
So, my mom suggested cleaning. I have been cleaning! That's part of the problem! Cleaning stirs up everything so I can breath it en masse! I insisted that cleaning is not going to help. Perhaps this is true, or perhaps I don't like to clean. You decide.
Mom clarified: clean your sinuses. There's something called a Neti Pot, and it basically washes away all of the irritants to naturally alleviate allergies and sinusitis. My aunt swears by it, and it's been used around the world for a Very Long Time. Remarkably, a Neti Pot is easy enough to find: available in just about every drug store, usually at ankle level, under the various allergy drugs. :)
Basically, a Neti Pot uses saline (like our tears). With a little tilt of your head, you wash out your nose. Easy as that. Gross? Yes, definitely. I'm so glad there are not hidden cameras in my bathroom. In fact, if it weren't for this wonderful world-wide-web, you probably wouldn't know I did this.
Yet, I feel much better! I even look better. I can breathe (so convenient). I can see (how this helped my eyes is still a medical mystery for me). I can just say no to drugs again.
Now, I'm no doctor. Please don't take your medical advice from me. Talk to your doctor, or ask Oprah - she evidently did a show about Neti Pots (and where was I? eating bon bons? cleaning up poop? creating a fabulous dinner?). Check out a neti pot, and let me know how it works for you!
Yours in health,
MamaToo
I know the basic things that lessen allergies: lots of water, low sugar intake, low dairy, staying inside, using air purifiers, wearing a mask, yada yada yada... In spite of it all, I remain firmly attached to my box of kleenex.
So, my mom suggested cleaning. I have been cleaning! That's part of the problem! Cleaning stirs up everything so I can breath it en masse! I insisted that cleaning is not going to help. Perhaps this is true, or perhaps I don't like to clean. You decide.
Mom clarified: clean your sinuses. There's something called a Neti Pot, and it basically washes away all of the irritants to naturally alleviate allergies and sinusitis. My aunt swears by it, and it's been used around the world for a Very Long Time. Remarkably, a Neti Pot is easy enough to find: available in just about every drug store, usually at ankle level, under the various allergy drugs. :)
Basically, a Neti Pot uses saline (like our tears). With a little tilt of your head, you wash out your nose. Easy as that. Gross? Yes, definitely. I'm so glad there are not hidden cameras in my bathroom. In fact, if it weren't for this wonderful world-wide-web, you probably wouldn't know I did this.
Yet, I feel much better! I even look better. I can breathe (so convenient). I can see (how this helped my eyes is still a medical mystery for me). I can just say no to drugs again.
Now, I'm no doctor. Please don't take your medical advice from me. Talk to your doctor, or ask Oprah - she evidently did a show about Neti Pots (and where was I? eating bon bons? cleaning up poop? creating a fabulous dinner?). Check out a neti pot, and let me know how it works for you!
Yours in health,
MamaToo
Thursday, June 7, 2007
breaking news
The Nordstrom Half-Yearly sale has begun.
This is not breaking news for you? What's that - you don't shop at Nordstrom? You mean to say that even 33% off is still over-priced? Perhaps.
I grew up thinking that Nordstrom was the main feature of a big city. It ranked up with professional ballet and historical landmarks. We'd have lunch, and shop for shoes. They even have a piano player in the store - a career of my dreams.
Celebrate as you wish.
This is not breaking news for you? What's that - you don't shop at Nordstrom? You mean to say that even 33% off is still over-priced? Perhaps.
I grew up thinking that Nordstrom was the main feature of a big city. It ranked up with professional ballet and historical landmarks. We'd have lunch, and shop for shoes. They even have a piano player in the store - a career of my dreams.
Celebrate as you wish.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
if you give a girl some rain
If you move a sun-loving, midwestern girl to a northwest city, she'll want a yard. If she gets a yard, it will be soggy from the 300+ days of rain per year.
All of that rain will encourage mold & mildew to grow in the soil. She will call it M&M-land. Thinking of M&M's will remind her that she loves chocolate & baking. She will stay inside during the winter, making & eating cookies.
Eating cookies will make her gain weight. She will want to lose the weight. She doesn't like to exercise in the rain, so she'll look wait for sunny days.
When the sunny days start, they will dry out her yard. She will want to play outside with her boys. She will start to think she likes the northwest.
Playing outside will remind her that the yard must be mowed. She will ask Mr. Kenobi to mow her yard. He might do it. Mowing the yard will make Mr. Kenobi want to go for a walk or ride bikes. He will take his wife & children out on adventures.
All of that playing, mowing and bike riding will stir up the mold & mildew that was growing outside. It will mix with the dust that is already in the air. The girl from the sunny midwest is allergic to mold, mildew, and dust.
She will sneeze a lot and start taking Claritin. Claritin will aggravate her contacts, which she needs to wear, because her boys have broken her glasses. She cannot see without contacts or glasses. She will take out her contacts and stay at home.
Being at home will remind her that she needs to clean out the closets and vacuum under the furniture. This will not help her allergies. Her eyes will start watering and her nose will run constantly. She will buy kleenex and let her boys watch Sesame Street and Bob the Builder.
People will ask her if she's in crisis, because she'll look like she's been crying for days on end. The girl will become so frustrated by it all that she may actually start crying for days on end. She will probably make audacious statements like, "I'm allergic to this place!" and "I hate living here!" and "I want to move to Arizona!"
She will be kidding... a little. Kidding around will remind her of how much she likes playing in the yard. She will want to go outside.
And chances are, if she goes outside, it will start to rain again.
All of that rain will encourage mold & mildew to grow in the soil. She will call it M&M-land. Thinking of M&M's will remind her that she loves chocolate & baking. She will stay inside during the winter, making & eating cookies.
Eating cookies will make her gain weight. She will want to lose the weight. She doesn't like to exercise in the rain, so she'll look wait for sunny days.
When the sunny days start, they will dry out her yard. She will want to play outside with her boys. She will start to think she likes the northwest.
Playing outside will remind her that the yard must be mowed. She will ask Mr. Kenobi to mow her yard. He might do it. Mowing the yard will make Mr. Kenobi want to go for a walk or ride bikes. He will take his wife & children out on adventures.
All of that playing, mowing and bike riding will stir up the mold & mildew that was growing outside. It will mix with the dust that is already in the air. The girl from the sunny midwest is allergic to mold, mildew, and dust.
She will sneeze a lot and start taking Claritin. Claritin will aggravate her contacts, which she needs to wear, because her boys have broken her glasses. She cannot see without contacts or glasses. She will take out her contacts and stay at home.
Being at home will remind her that she needs to clean out the closets and vacuum under the furniture. This will not help her allergies. Her eyes will start watering and her nose will run constantly. She will buy kleenex and let her boys watch Sesame Street and Bob the Builder.
People will ask her if she's in crisis, because she'll look like she's been crying for days on end. The girl will become so frustrated by it all that she may actually start crying for days on end. She will probably make audacious statements like, "I'm allergic to this place!" and "I hate living here!" and "I want to move to Arizona!"
She will be kidding... a little. Kidding around will remind her of how much she likes playing in the yard. She will want to go outside.
And chances are, if she goes outside, it will start to rain again.
life group casserole
We host Life Group every Wednesday. This week was no exception, even with Mr. Kenobi out of town on business. Usually, our evening gatherings are open-topic. We weave parts of the prior Sunday's scripture & sermon into conversation, add job updates and work challenges, sprinkle in kid antics, marriage plans, home decorating, camping ideas, and toss together with whatever else is part of life. (Hmmm... that Sounds like a recipe - "Life Group Casserole," anyone?)
We pray, celebrate, cry, and laugh together...
Lately, our pastor has been teaching a sermon series on family. One of his primary points has been recognizing that diversity is part of God's design for family. We're reminded that we are the family of God, by His grace and adoption, through Christ. This is true for our local church as well as on a global scale.
So, tonight I invited all to come over early & enjoy dinner together. Spaghetti and meatballs for everyone (well, except the boys and our vegetarian friends). Cesar salad with homemade dressing, decent wine, and yummy garlic bread. Actually, I think the Obis made a meal of the garlic bread.
It was fun. It was family. It was, well... Life.
We pray, celebrate, cry, and laugh together...
Lately, our pastor has been teaching a sermon series on family. One of his primary points has been recognizing that diversity is part of God's design for family. We're reminded that we are the family of God, by His grace and adoption, through Christ. This is true for our local church as well as on a global scale.
So, tonight I invited all to come over early & enjoy dinner together. Spaghetti and meatballs for everyone (well, except the boys and our vegetarian friends). Cesar salad with homemade dressing, decent wine, and yummy garlic bread. Actually, I think the Obis made a meal of the garlic bread.
It was fun. It was family. It was, well... Life.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
sunscreen spelling bee
Summer time can be a vast, creative, outdoor play season for kids – and in my humble opinion, that’s the best way to spend these warm months. However, there are drawbacks to summer free time. First, all of that outdoor play means a lot of sun exposure and skin damage that can haunt for a lifetime. Second, the academic things that kids, parents, and teachers have worked to put in those growing brains seem to dissolve in the swimming pools and sprinklers.
Hence, my first “Works For Me” contribution is this simple activity:
1. Pick a list of letters or words (depending on their age) you’d like to teach or practice this summer. If your child is older, perhaps you can choose from the National Spelling Bee resources. With my boys (age 2 & 3), letters, names, and simple phonetic words make a good list.
2. Each time you apply sunscreen, “write” a word (or letter) using sunscreen on their arms, legs, face, and body. If you’re using lotion-style sunscreen, smear it across their skin smoothly, then spell the name before rubbing it in. If it’s spray sunscreen, try writing the word with spray!
If your kiddo is old enough to play guessing games, keep the list secret and have them guess what you’re writing. Obi-1 (3) can guess simple things, like letters or his name.
After applying sunscreen, we often have a snack inside. This gives the boys a little time to get sunscreen fully absorbed, and they can gulp down a bit more water before heading into the heat!
Something to keep brains sharp & skin protected? Works for me! Click over & say hello to Shannon and the many brilliant women who contributed tips for kids in the summer.
Hence, my first “Works For Me” contribution is this simple activity:
1. Pick a list of letters or words (depending on their age) you’d like to teach or practice this summer. If your child is older, perhaps you can choose from the National Spelling Bee resources. With my boys (age 2 & 3), letters, names, and simple phonetic words make a good list.
2. Each time you apply sunscreen, “write” a word (or letter) using sunscreen on their arms, legs, face, and body. If you’re using lotion-style sunscreen, smear it across their skin smoothly, then spell the name before rubbing it in. If it’s spray sunscreen, try writing the word with spray!
If your kiddo is old enough to play guessing games, keep the list secret and have them guess what you’re writing. Obi-1 (3) can guess simple things, like letters or his name.
After applying sunscreen, we often have a snack inside. This gives the boys a little time to get sunscreen fully absorbed, and they can gulp down a bit more water before heading into the heat!
Something to keep brains sharp & skin protected? Works for me! Click over & say hello to Shannon and the many brilliant women who contributed tips for kids in the summer.
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