Thursday, November 14, 2019

November 14

2019:
How long ago did we change the clocks back? Who still has children waking up between 5 and 5:30 am? Ooof. Not cool! Can we please leave the clocks alone? The day did not improve from my kids' early morning wake up, so I'm getting my oldest to bed and hitting the hay. Hoping some good sleep puts me in a better mindset for tomorrow.


2017:
Kids always choose the confines of the car to practice harmonies. Tonight's car entertainment was Alvin and the Chipmunks "please Christmas don't be late." Let's just say that there is room for improvement.

2017:
Our two caseworkers were here this afternoon and were impressed with my ability to hold three conversations simultaneously and how calm the house felt in spite of all the kids. I said that if that ruse could continue, they could never ever look at our kitchen or laundry room and they always have to come on days we've been to the library when all kids are happily living in their book comas. #fostercare #fosterlove

2016:
In honor of his ewok ancestry, he shall be called Charlie Wicket.


2016:
The gang's ALL here.  introducing charlie, along with the regular characters we call family.


2015:
Many valid points here. I look at my kids and wonder what will be left for them. We are praying for those reeling from these great losses and the fear they feel in their guts and the pictures they see over and over in their minds. We're also praying for the people who commit these atrocious murders. We're praying that somehow, some way, this would stop. We talk about kindness and love, starting here in this home and spreading to our community and out into the world. They ask questions. I admit I don't know many of the answers. We pray.


2014:
Box labeled "warm woolens" was just unearthed in pod 2. Can you hear the cheering from MN? That's because the kids can't wait to wear them skiing, hopefully next week!

2014:
That's what I'm talking about! Empty pod gone and two full pods awaiting our strong, hauling arms.


2013:
Things I learned tonight. If you are in the same time zone as Bob Goff, author of Love Does, you should really, really, really go to hear him speak. Really. And, if you live and love big and boldly, there will be epic fails. Allow yourself 2 epic fails each year, but they can't involve relationships. Relationships you must keep working at. What a life affirming, soul serving evening. Just exactly what the doctor ordered. And, if you haven't read it yet, Love Does by Bob Goff. Do it, people. Every last one of ya.

2013:
amen.


2011:
We were going through Audrey's warm clothes last night and she pulled out a pair of shimmery orange pants. "Can you put these in, like, my fancy pile or something?" I know where she came from, but, seriously, where did she come from? Love her originality.
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2011:
This mama/principal decided to cut school down to bare bones today and spend the day tackling the clutter in our house, playing board games, having a hip hop dance party, and just being. It's been fabulous. Plus, I now know that watching a 5 and 3 year old play monopoly by themselves is quite amusing.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

November 13

2019:
On Wednesdays the challenge b (8th grade for those who don't "speak" Classical Conversations language) come over to work on Latin. Therefore, we had a morning of school followed by a Latin study group. Isaac had the opportunity to go to the art museum in Denver to see their Monet exhibit with his Challenge 2 class (10th grade) since they are studying and writing about art history this semester. By the time we finished school, played with the cats a bit, and took care of some dogs, it was time to head to confirmation and high school youth group. It's a day that won't go down as the most exciting day in the history of the world, but that's life, and I'll take it!

2017:
So many things brought us to foster care, but meeting two amazing, beautiful, hurting orphans from Latvia (who I now have the grand honor of calling my niece and nephew) last summer literally brought me to my knees and forced me to open my eyes to this insanely, overwhelmingly huge problem.
I met them. I learned their names. I saw their faces. And I knew I couldn't ignore it any longer. So now, because my sister and brother in law said yes to hosting and then adoption, a brother and a sister not related to me by blood, but forever a piece of my heart, are sleeping upstairs in a tiny little room in a crowded house, full of humans and love and books. It's not easy. Not by a long shot.
I was up all night with a crying baby. My kitchen currently looks like a bomb went off in it and I will get to it after I finish lesson planning and finishing an online tutorial required for foster care. It never quite feels like there's enough time in the day, yet somehow we get it done and love each other and have some fun, too.
We also talk about things like how Christmas will be different and weird and hard this year since we'll add two new kids to our traditions. We talk about how much harder it is to go places since we need diapers and strollers, and some of our kids require naps. It would be a lie to say it has been a seamless transition. It would be a lie to say that I don't cry thinking about the day that I don't tuck those kids into bed at night. But our pain, our heartache, our worries pale in comparison to the pain that our foster kids have experienced. My grief is nothing compared to theirs. So we do it. Because once you meet them. Know their names. See their faces. Hold them. Everything changes. Everything.


2012: (This actually just happened again last night, and I'm still immensely thankful for it.)
Today I am thankful for the library and inter-library loans. Those two things make homeschooling and long car trips so very much easier. As an added bonus, every time we get back from the library, which is at least twice each week, I can count on this happening. Yessirree, I love the library.
2011:
My agenda: get Elliot's pjs on. Elliot's agenda: distract me with talk of all the shiny plastic toys in his closet. Here's how it went down.
me: I really want to help you get your shirt on, but you're not cooperating with your pants. What should we do about that?
E: (He's 3) "Love each other." We giggled, said we're already loving each other and got the pjs on. That's one smart kid!







Tuesday, November 12, 2019

november 12

2019: After Classical Conversations today, I took my first run to prepare my body and mind for half marathon training which starts the week of December 30. I have a month and a half until I start my 16 week program. It was a gorgeous day for a run, and when I returned home, Asher was waiting for me with his shoes on so he could run a hill with me. Then it was dinner and a youth group meeting for Elliot, reading and baths, laundry and work. A nice little Tuesday, if you ask me.




2018:



2013:
7 year old daughter walks down the stairs. Petite body draped by her size 5 dress, long legs poking out of the size 6 leggings. Small hands casually holding her hair over one shoulder. Teeth in a smorgasbord of sizes. "Can you do a side braid? Do you know what I mean?" And I got a vision of the young woman she will be in the not so distant future. And it was lovely. And it was terrifying.

2012:
After a ridiculously quick and busy weekend, today I'm thankful for vegetarian wild rice soup simmering, quick bread baking, Ramona Forever book on CD, and kids discussing the fact that they don't believe in Santa, but instead think that Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy are all God giving us gifts. Monday morning almost got the best of me, but Monday afternoon is redeeming itself.









NOvember 11

2019: I made it back from my Moms on the Run retreat at about midnight, so yesterday was spent unpacking, doing laundry, loving my kids, finishing school, and prepping for our homeschool group, which meets today. (I'm finishing this up dark and early on Tuesday morning.) Any time you go away, there's a quick re-entry process to reality with lots of things to handle, but it was absolutely worth it!

2018:
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2016:
In the wild ride of the week, the kids and I just realized that yesterday was chandler's 4th birthday. Or at least that's the date and age we chose for him when he found his feline way to us almost a year ago. I love this cat, and trust me when I say I never thought love and cat belonged in the same sentence until this goofball showed up. Happy birthday, chandler kitty. You rock, gigantic cat.


2015:
That is one happy boy (elliot) making the first snow angel of the season. Sledding, shoveling, snow restaurant, snow angels, and hours of fun. #coloradoliving
2014:
The joys of mountain living are the chance to look out the front and back windows and see this as far as the eye can see. The downfall is that our last two pods can't be delivered today since there are chain restrictions on the mountain road leading to Evergreen. Guess we'll really get the first set of boxes taken care of as we wait. Who's ready to come visit? And can you guess how Evergreen got its name? 


2013:
"The world I live in is loud and blurring and toilets plug and I get speeding tickets and the dog gets sick all over the back step and I forget everything and these six kids lean hard into me all day to teach and raise and lead and I fail hard and there are real souls that are at stake and how long do I really have to figure out how to live full of grace, full of joy--before these six beautiful children fly the coop and my mothering days fold up quiet? How do you open the eyes to see how to take the daily, domestic workday vortex and invert it into the dome of an everyday cathedral?" Ponderings by Ann Voskamp in "One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are


2012:
This year, when you unwrap the gifts from my family and me and you notice that the present isn't particularly personalized and didn't take me three days, two trips to Michael's, and half of my sanity to make, just remember that you'd have loved it before Pinterest was invented.

2012:
Today I am thankful that I come from a young and fertile family because it means my kids get to grow up knowing, loving, and being loved by not only their grandparents, but also a great-grandpa and grandma (pictured), and a great-great grandma who is still going strong at 96. My brother and I broke the mold by graduating from high school AND getting married before reproducing. We are such rebels.