Friday, January 29, 2010

Can't leave home. Wouldn't wanna if we could.






Glory to God, my new boots arrived this week.

Throwing snowballs at me

David

Notice he is heading right for...
the pond.
Don't worry, I'm sure the water's not too cold.



Forty-eight hours ago they were playing in this boat in t-shirts and shorts.


Perfect warm-up

Monday, January 18, 2010

Ohhhhhh the possibilities...

Friday, January 8, 2010

The Doll House

Riley's doll house. It's been around since she was a preschooler.

I remember the Christmas she got it. Sweet little chubby hands gripping the fresh, unblemished plastic people and banging them in hopping motions all over the house.

She immediately named this one Garrett. And that's still his name today.
A lot has changed since those days.

That little family has been through more than a lifetime of events.

Celebrations, illnesses, holidays, and new babies.

There were seasons when we played out the same story over and over. Then we would move to another.

There were times when every single day was a birthday party.

We've made Christmas decorations and little clay food for the house.

There were times when I could hear David in Riley's room playing his role of "Crazy Granny." She was always on the roof.

There have been seasons when the house was closed up for a bit, and we didn't hear from the family. But they always beckon us back in.

Something about looking into a whole house and having complete control over everything in it. It's kind of comforting I guess.

It's cozy and cheerful in there.

And all the right things are happening. The things that make you feel peaceful. The things that make you sigh with contentment when they are happening in your own house.

The role playing has morphed into something different as she has grown older. It seems to be more contemplative now. We talk more about real-life stuff as we play. And there is a lot more care put into the interior design as we rearrange furniture and rooms and set up the stage of the family's life.

The little character voices are less frequent and often replaced with silence as we sit back and admire our scenes, deep in thought.

Sometimes maybe we're both imagining her future family. Her hopes and dreams.


Sometimes maybe we're just thinking of new ways to arrange the nursery.



Maybe when she's older and has her own family and home, she'll remember some of what we discussed as we reigned over this little family's world.

Maybe she'll just remember the warm feeling of being together.

I know I will.

And I will always cherish doll house time with my little girl.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

My word of the year

Over the past several years I have heard of people having a "word of the year." You know, one word you really need to focus on in your life. One that you keep reminding yourself of and working toward all year. I guess it always sounded a little too close to a resolution (aka: seed of failure) to me, so I never took the bait. But this year I feel different. This year I'm going to have a word.

My word?

Believe.

I love the Bible. I love reading it and looking for verses and stories that pertain to my life and guide me. I want all of my answers to come from there. I know that it is the only sure thing that is 100 percent accurate and real and true. But here is the weird part.

I don't always believe it for ME.

I'm not talking about belief in God or his word. I'm talking about belief that his promises are for me.

I easily and confidently claim promises for my children and other loved ones, never once doubting.

I can point a friend to a verse about how God promises to rescue her, or how his grace is sufficient, or how He came so we could have freedom, and I believe with my whole heart that is true.

But I'm finding that maybe I don't always believe it to be true as much for myself. Sure, that promise is for you, but for me? Maybe it's that I sometimes lack faith. Maybe on some level I'm trying to protect myself from possible disappointment or head off potential failure. Whatever it is, my heart and actions just don't always show belief.

Sounds simple to believe something you already believe, huh? It should be. But sometimes my mind takes over and wants to doubt what the Bible says about me. I'm free? I'm holy? I'm victorious? I'm accepted? I'm cherished? I'm healed? I'm chosen? I'm secure? It says this and so much more about me. Deleise. And sometimes I have a hard time grasping that. So this year my focus is to believe.

Believe what has been promised.

Believe what I already know is true.

Believe God.



Do you have a word for 2010?

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Tennessee Road Trip

Our children have been Tennessee Titans fans since the day they were born. Some may call it brainwashing. I really can't think of any other word for it myself. To say David is a crazed Titans fan is a gross understatement.

At dinner one night when we presented them each with an envelope containing a ticket to their first Tennessee Titans game, they were very excited. And the fun began.

David likes to make our life, and I quote, "like a movie," by "keeping the soundtrack accurate." This means that when we drive through Jackson, we listen to Johnny Cash's "Jackson." When we are in Colorado, we have a lot of "Rocky Mountain High" goin' on. When we first moved to the country, we heard a lot of "Mud on the Tires" when we were driving home at night. You get the idea.

So naturally, when we drove past Memphis, he blared U2's "Pride (in the name of love)." This song gave us a spontaneous idea. "Hey, lets make our soundtrack even more authentic by actually driving by the site of Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination if it doesn't inconvenience us too much!" So taptaptap on the phone and, what do ya know, we were 12 blocks away. So we pulled off the highway and boom, suddenly we were educating the youngins. Life is school, friends.

It was surreal to stand right next to the spot where he was assassinated. I am so glad we got to go.


Several hours later we arrived in Nashville and hit the streets. I LOVE downtown Nashville! The lights and music and people, it's so much fun. We took the kids to a place we had been before and knew they would love, The Wildhorse Saloon.

Because honestly, what good parents don't take their kids dancin' in the saloons? Exactly.

Downtown!
Riley gave a homeless man some money and he gave her this flower. She loved it so much. She put it in water and took care of it until we got home. She still has it.
Back to the hotel for very late night swimming!
And a testing of the mattresses...

We can seriously destroy a hotel room in minutes.
We woke up early on Sunday morning to get a start on our day! Tyler made this sign to try to get on TV.








Riley posing with some cheerleaders.
Riley had to get one last shot of the field before we left.
David is a veteran and knows all the cool spots. We went over to the players parking lot and got autographs.



One last night, then the hotel breakfast buffet, then the road home! It was one of my favorite family trips ever.
And we suspect that Tyler won't need to eat again for a while.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Oh the weather...

Christmas Eve is my favorite. We always have a celebration at our house with my parents and my sister's family and it never disappoints. We have so many traditions. We do a gift exchange, watch the kids perform their awesome Christmas talents, read the Christmas story and the Polar Express, make cookies for Santa and throw food on the roof for the reindeer. It's just all kinds of fun.

So today when this started...

I was in denial. Because I like my traditions. And I like my family. And I did not like what was about to happen. But it happened. No one could make it to our house.

It's the first time ever.


EVER.


Seriously.


What usually looks like this...
Turned into this.
There was much disappointment. But it was what it was, so we bucked up and decided to make the most of it. We ended up having a wonderful Christmas Eve together, laughing and enjoying each other. We played, ate, and listened to Christmas music. It was very different, and that's okay.
But just for one year.





One tradition that stayed was the drinking of hot apple cider. Yum.


We REALLY like it around here.






Told ya we like it.









We decided to head outside to play and look at our lights in the snow.


Well, most of us anyway...





Cole's got the dessert under control.


We called my sister's family when David read our Christmas books so they could listen on speaker phone.


I'm thankful my loved ones are safe. Hope everyone has a great day tomorrow. Merry Christmas!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

No, doctor, I can't think of any reasons why it's not healing as quickly as it should...


Friday, November 6, 2009

Fly