Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Life

I have been reminded a couple times lately of the story that is famous in my extended family - the one of my great-grandmother, who was born, as I understand it, prematurely and presumed dead at birth. She was placed in some sort of tea kettle which was slid under the bed while everyone attended to her mother. There, in those quiet, undisturbed moments, future generations were poised on the brink of existence as a tiny baby gradually began to breathe and warm all by herself. Evenually her aunt pulled out the tea kettle to examine her and found, undoubtedly with amazement, that she was alive. That baby lived into her eighties, and her numerous descendents have always considered those first precarious moments of her life with awe, since without them, of course, we would not be.

I posted last year about the young mother I know who went into labor with her apparently healthy, full-term son, only to discover with horror and sadness that he was never even to draw his first breath. The answers given her in the following months were less than conclusive, and so she may never know for certain what happened. Of course she trusts in God's sovereignity, as do I, and I am not questioning Him in the least - only marveling at the mysterious nature of the life he has given us here on earth. How can it be that it can be at once so fragile and yet so strong and resilient? Even farther past the reach of our human understanding is when life that seems to be weak is given inexplicable strength, and life that seems to be full of vigor is blown out in an equally unexplained moment.



One of the times I think about all this iswhen I get together with my good friend Lisa and her brood. I posted about our most recent visit to them, and when she sent me a picture taken at that visit - the traditional one we pose all our kids for - I was struck again by how amazing is this Life that God has given us. I always remember our days as girls, and then as teenagers, full of dreams, hopes, and expectations for our lives, and both completely unitiated in the mysteries of that life:









Years later, these are the souls, the life, God has given us among our two families, each with a place in this mysterious and wonderful tapestry:






Thursday, December 4, 2008

A Quick Check- In

I had a post in the works reviewing our Thankgiving week, but time has rendered that one rather irrelevant by now - and anyway, how interesting could the saga of a stomach bug during a holdiay be? Then I kept thinking I would review the following week, this past one but that wasn't anymore interesting, just a whirlwind of park dates, a little schoolwork (as we anticipate taking the rest of December off!), and the usual antics of life with young children. Today, in concluding that week, we took some of our bunnies to a rabbit show (which was rather dissapointing, actually), then went to "choose-and-cut" our Christmas tree from Harmon Tree Farm. Everyone was SO tired, but fortunately, we found our tree almost immediately, quickly visited the animals, and even rode the train (it was impossible to resist Chase's earnest and carefully articulated plea, "I ride train?"). After dinner later, we enjoyed the somewhat frantic event that is our tree decorating tradition, and now, with all that over and the kids visiting the Land of Nod, I find I am too tired to write any of the posts I've been meaning to write!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

How to Make Your Mom Go Crazy!

This works fantastically and can deliver quite a show sometimes. The more siblings you have to help you, the better!

1.You can start first thing in the morning. When you get dressed(make sure you wait until she's asked you several times, of course), pull lots of clothes out, leave the drawer open, and leave your pajamas on the floor. She will remind you nicely to clean it all up, but you will hear the strain in her voice already.

2.Change your mind several times about what you want for breakfast. As soon as she pours milk in your cereal, change your mind about that, too. In the end, eat about half of whatever it is you finally landed on. If you are a sensitive type, it helps to say you can't possibly eat when your little brother is so disgusting.

3.When you mom is cleaning up breakfast, begin to pull out toys in every room (if you are very young, dump them out emphatically, things with tiny pieces especially). Don't really play with them; just keep going on to the next thing. Roll around in the covers of her bed so she has to take extra time to make her bed as well.

4.When she is almost done cleaning up breakfast, sweeping up the last crumbs and blissfully unaware as yet of what you have been doing elsewhere in the house, go into the kitchen and say you're starving. This will get a great response!

5. When she asks if you've done your morning chores, act like you don't know what she's talking about. When she reminds you, act like you didn't know she meant you are supposed to do them every day. Be indignant and rail against the infringement of your rights.

6. Carry this over when she begins talking about school. Ask her why you have to do school SO early in the morning and ALL day long, NEVER going outside. It also works very well to insert the "I'm starving" comment here.

7. If you are too young for chores and school, continue to dump toys out. Pull out some puzzles, too. Then start throwing things at your older siblings to increase the chaos and distraction. OR, strip naked and find somewhere other than the toilet to pee.

8. When your older siblings begin to do schoolwork, begin to scream. Refuse to be comforted or distracted.

9. This is also a great technique if the phone rings and your mom gets up to answer it. Follow her and scream. Get a sibling involved and make up a conflict - over something like a stick from the backyard. When she finally hangs up, immediately cease to care about whatever prompted the fight.

10. When she takes a break and goes to the bathroom, all of you get together, and try to enter the bathroom, each with a different pressing question, such as, "Do you know where the arm of my Transformer is?"

11. When she finally offers you a snack, do not be happy about what she offers. Say you can't eat crackers, and in fact, have never liked crackers. If she offers you an alternative, say you don't eat that, either. When, in exasperation, she tells you to find something you DO like, ask for something like ice cream. She will draw the line, at which point you should rant about the fact that there isn't anything in the whole house you can eat. She might send you to your room to calm down, and after a few minutes there, you should come out and say you do like crackers after all.

12. If you went straight for the crackers and skipped the above, try at least to negotiate for the number of crackers you get - make sure you always ask for more than she gives you, and observe that you brother has more than you do. Insist on the latter, even if she proves otherwise. When you finally consent to eat, walk around, as this maximizes the crumb trail and makes is more difficult to clean up.

13. At some point she may ask you to GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY. Say it's too cold, too hot, or - the best one - that there's nothing to do out there. Ask to watch TV. If you watch something, ask for more TV. If she refuses, complain that you NEVER get to watch anything.

14. You could also go outside, as long as you go out and immediately begin arguing (very loudly) over something, again, like a stick. Then come back in, trailing lots of leaves. Go back out, then back in, then back out, then back in... This is especially effective when she is trying to put your little brother down for a nap.

There is, of course, so much more you can do, but usually by this time, your mother will hardly be able to put together a coherent sentence. Your efforts may result in fun outside time with your dad for a LONG while, followed by pizza for dinner.

Sometimes, though, it will all appear to work, and then suddenly your mother will look at you with that funny gleam in her eyes and kiss you and tell you she loves you even when things get wild. She might play a game with you and then make a real dinner for you, ignoring the mess. She'll even snuggle with your little brother as if he were the sweetest thing in the world, and not a terror who dumped toys and colored on the walls. Go figure. In that case, you can always try again tomorrow!

Friday, November 14, 2008

It's Too Much!

Right now I'm listening to a preschool version of the game Guess Who?

Ryan: "Does your person have a beard?"

Chase; "No. Yo person have... [unintelligible description]?"

Ryan: "Does your person have a beard?"

Chase: "No. Yo person have... [unitelligible description]?"

Sounds of the little gates flipping randomly.

Ryan: "Do you want to play again? Say yes."

Chase: "Yes!"

More flipping.

Ryan: "Does your person have a beard?"

and on and on...

Monday, November 10, 2008

Just in case...

I listed one of the books we were reading as simply "Despereaux," when actually it's titled "The Tale of Despereaux" (by Kate Dicamillo). I'm changing it now, just in case anyone might have been perusing our book lists. It's definitely a worthwhile read, and a perfect read-aloud. As we were reading it, we discussed such concepts as perfidy (one of the many great vocabulary words peppered throughout the book!) and forgiveness, the latter of which was highlighted beautifully in several touching examples.

On a totally different subject, by the way, I've been "tagged," and I haven't forgotten it, but I have found myself in the rather pathetic position of not knowing seven other bloggers to tag!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Overheard...

Drew, crying over the sad condition of one of our chickens who had been attacked (probably by her own vicious sisters): "It's hopeless, hopeless... She's going to DIIEEEEE!"

Aimee, reaching across the table to pat his hand, deep sympathy and sincerty in her voice: "It's not hopeless, Drew. Remember George Washington and Valley Forge? There's always hope!"

A lasting homeschool memory for sure.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Baby Fever

Okay, so that's just a tease. I DON'T quite have baby fever, despite having seen and held two delightful such creatures this past weekend. First, my sister delivered her third baby late Friday night - and I dislike her just a little bit because of her 6lb, 12 oz (full-term) boy who practically fell out after two pushes. :-) Sigh. I haven't yet posted my last two birth stories describing agonizingly long posterior births yeilding 8-plus pound boys (not wildly big, I know, but apparently about as much as I can handle). Anyway, Saturday evening we drove up to Rock Hill to see the new baby and make the rounds visiting with family and friends. Sunday we went to church with my mom, then enjoyed the enormous and incredibly delicious autumn feast she prepared for us. After we digested said meal a little, we rolled ourselves out to the car and drove out to see our good, good, GOOD friends, the Parkers. They recently built a new house on several acres, and also fairly recently, had their fifth baby, now a sweet roly-poly little girl. I held her, adored her, and still didn't feel a pang of baby-longing. That's not to say I've dismissed the idea of having another - just that I've developed a measure of philosophical patience about it. :-) AT ANY RATE...the Parkers are true kindred spirits, and we simply love spending time with them, our Sunday afternoon this time being no exception. Lisa and I have been friends since we were 9 and 11, and while we haven't always walked similar paths, we certainly do now, so when we get together, we fairly wallow in understanding and support. Our husbands have only known each other since Dave and I were married, but they get along wonderfully, and especially love to swap crazy-wife stories (which are always eerily - and hysterically - similar). And our children...have there been such kindred spirits before? They are the best of friends, and spend wondrous hours together. So our afternoon with them was idyllic, but we tore ourselves away to swing by to see Dave's parents before returning to my mom's. This morning we dropped in briefly to see my dad before winding our way home again. We were able to return on a weekday, by the way, because Dave is off today and the next couple days (paid) while his office is being audited. We are, of course, happy to enjoy this surprise mini-vacation with him, but I am, admittedly, very nervous about anything that might affect his job. But if I can shelve that for the next couple days, I will, and just enjoy these beautiful fall days with Dave and our four (and staying that way for now!) children!