Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I Will Remember

It has been a difficult season. It seems that everywhere I turn, there is a reminder that life is short. That nothing lasts forever.

These are not reminders that I welcome. I prefer to live in oblivion, pretending that everybody I love is healthy, and that I will get to be with them forever. If I let my mind venture to darker- but perhaps more realistic- thoughts, it makes my chest contract and my nostrils flare. I'm consumed with panic.

And so I avoid the uncomfortable. The terrifying.

I quickly turn my thoughts to the pleasant, or even the mundane. I think about the schoolwork. I distract myself with the words in my book. I fold the laundry. I turn on the tv. I wash the bottles. Anything to avoid thinking.

But, I turn around and it's there again, catching me off guard.

So, maybe it's time to sit with these worries and study the unknown. Maybe God is telling me to marinate in the fears, confront the dark thoughts, and see what happens.

And then, perhaps, when I think of those who are no longer with us- instead of feeling afraid- I can just remember... and celebrate.

Most importantly, I can be happy for still getting the chance to do the schoolwork, read the words, fold the laundry, watch the tv, and, especially, for getting to wash those precious bottles.

Because what that means is that I am alive, I am well, and- for now- I can be with and care for the people I love most, and remember those who have passed.

And I will remember.

A second grader was sitting with his classmates in the hallway waiting for the bell to ring. In his hand, he tightly clutched a small, blue New Testament. As I walked past, he held the book up.

"This book tells facts about God," he informed me.

A few minutes later as I walked past him again, the book was open in his lap. The boy slid his finger under the tiny print as he read those facts about God.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Jack's First Thanksgiving

For his first Thanksgiving, Jack....
...did a little guitar playin'...

...saw his very first Christmas tree...

...hung out with family...
(Jack with Nathan's aunt Nan)

...did some couch cuddlin' with the 'rents...

...played peek-a-boo...

...and explored...

...everywhere!

Zesty Crock Pot Chicken

4 boneless, thawed chicken breasts
1 can cream of chicken soup
1 pkg Good Seasons zesty Italian salad dressing mix
1 cup water
1 tsp parsley
1 pkg cream cheese

Place chicken in crock pot. Blend soup, dressing mix, water, and parsley. Add to crock pot. Cook on low 6-8 hours. One hour before serving, add the package of cream cheese. Serve over rice or egg noodles.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

When a brassy and conceited fairy, Lucinda, visits at the birth of Ella, she bestows upon the newborn the "gift" of obedience... and Ella's fate is laid before her. From simple instructions like "stand up straight" to more complex directives... Ella is bound to obey. And when her uninterested father remarries and brings his new wife and her two daughters to live with Ella, it doesn't take long for Ella's "gift" to be discovered and her life to get extremely complicated.

This charming novel is simply delightful! Like nibbling on peppermint candy, Levine has written a Cinderella story that is refreshingly sweet and slightly indulgent. The well-developed characters are so engaging, especially Ella. Her defiant sauciness breathes new life to an old fairy tale. And the best thing... even though I've read the story of Cinderella a hundred times, and even though I knew this was going to have a happy ending, I was never quite sure how this version was going to work itself out. Well done, Ms. Levine! I can't wait to read this one to my kids one day!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

More Thanksgiving Art

The night before Thanksgiving Jack's mom stayed up late making adorable Thanksgiving Day cards for his family members.

My favorite part of this Thanksgiving art is that the turkey is made from tracing Jack's hands and feet and since they are tiny, his little turkey is tiny too!

(For directions on how to make your own festive turkey, check out Shera's site. Thanks for the great idea, Shera!)

Who Loves You Best by Tess Stimson

Clare Elias has the perfect life. A successful, loving husband (maybe), a thriving business selling flowers (almost), and she is expecting her first (and second?!) child. What more could an independent, capable woman ask for?

Perhaps a nanny.

Jenna joins Clare's family to care for the new twins in what seems like the perfect situation (but not quite). Jenna's abusive boyfriend is becoming more and more needy and Jenna can't seem to break up with him, so living with Clare and her family simultaneously provides her with an income while also avoiding her obsessive boyfriend. It's perfect (kind of).

As Jenna and Clare provide much needed support for one another, they also find that unexpected feelings of jealousy and suspicion emerge.

If you read the back of this book, you will be told that this is an "...unforgettable story about the complex choices women make...".

But, is it really "complex choices" that are contained in the pages of this book or an unbelievable story line? Really, how many improbable events can happen in one woman's life? Twins. Abuse. Kidnapping. Insider trading. Betrayal. Accusations. Foreign travel. True love. And all in only six months? Come on.

I found that this book was a little outlandish and actually quite forgettable.

Friday, November 26, 2010



(Thanks to Bee's Nest for the sharing this video first.)

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


"I awoke with devout thanksgiving for my friends."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thanksgiving Art

Our administrators at my work had us participate in a rather cheesy thanksgiving unity activity on Monday.

As a team, we were instructed to make team "unity" bottles. We each chose a color of sand to pour into tiny glass bottles. While pouring the sand, we shared with one another something we were thankful for about the team we work with at school. The result was one bottle filled with colorful layers representing our unique differences and our thankfulness for one another.

Some may have rolled their eyes. Others may have laughed in mild amusement (& slight irritation) at the sentimentality of the task.

I, however, loved it.

So much so, that I forced my own small family to participate in a similar activity at home today. Each of us chose a color of sand and took turns pouring the sand into our own small glass container while sharing with one another our "gratefuls".

Yes, even Jack chose a color. (He had a difficult time choosing between orange, purple, and light blue, touching each in turn. He finally picked up the light blue bag with one hand, securing it's place as his color of choice. This was after I reminded him that it is one of his favorite colors.)

When it came his time to share, Jack may have chosen that moment to express his profound thankfulness for his bodily functions. But I know, in his heart, he's most thankful for his loving father, and for a mother who enjoys kissing his round cheeks, tickling his cute toes, and forcing him to participate in art projects at such a young, impressionable age.

What is his mother most thankful for this Thanksgiving?

Jack's loving father, and a healthy 7-month-old, with a body that functions perfectly!

"Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." ~William Arthur Ward

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The 13th Floor: A Ghost Story by Sid Fleischman

Buddy Stebbins lives alone with his 23-year-old lawyer sister Liz after their parents are killed in a small plane crash. In an outlandish attempt to acquire money in order to pay back their father's debts, Liz and Buddy follow directions that are left on their answering machine by a mysterious ancestor, and inadvertently stumble back in time to the year 1692. Buddy is transported to a pirate ship captained by another of their ancestors, John Crackstone.

Liz and Buddy are entangled in a story that has everything- orphans, time travel, witchcraft, pirate ships, magic, and even ghosts. And, yet, even with all that hubbub woven throughout this story, it somehow fails to deliver. So much was squeezed into this chapter book, it felt as though all the parts were spread a little thin. Not that this was a terrible book, I just had a hard time feeling attached to the characters or invested in the action and I found myself comparing this book to others that were not so lacking. If you want a good book about orphans, check out The Thief Lord. If you'd like to read a fabulous kids' book about time travel, try A Wrinkle in Time. If it's witchcraft or magic you're looking for, any of the Harry Potter books will do nicely! Or Ella Enchanted (review coming), if you're looking for something a little dreamier. And, of course, ship drama can be found in The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle, which was the book that came to mind most often while reading The 13th Floor.

A note to Mr. Fleischman: Maybe a little less pirate ship and a little more magic next time. Or a little less orphans and a little more ghosts. Either way.


Monday, November 22, 2010

"I have some very bad news," said an extremely serious 2nd grader on the playground this morning.

"Somebody stepped on the 1st grader's sand mountain. It's ruined."

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Me & NPR Are Like PB & Jelly



It's scary how much I can relate to this.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Time Away

I went back to work last August. Each day that I have spent at work since then has been at least 9 hours away from baby Jack.

Which is forty-five hours a week.

One hundred eighty hours a month.

At least.

If I think too often about how much of the time I don't get to see my baby, I can get pretty sad. But, luckily, I have a sweet and thoughtful husband who does what he can to help me feel connected during the days I spend away. Nathan tolerates my 2 to 3 quick phone calls a day to "check up" on Jack. He patiently gives me a detailed account of Jack's day when I arrive home. And, best of all, he often sends text photos of the everyday activities he and Jack are doing while I am at work.

Thanks to Nathan, I have a collection of some of the most adorable Jack pictures on my phone. They are definitely some of my favorites! Here are just a few...


8-13-10

8-27-10

9-03-10

9-08-10

9-23-10

9-29-10

10-06-10

10-13-10

10-19-10

10-25-10

10-25-10

11-04-10

11-09-10

11-12-10

These pictures help me feel involved during those times I spend away from Jack.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Who Knew?



739 Manitou Avenue, Manitou Springs, CO 80829

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Watermelon by Marian Keyes

Claire's husband delivers a big blow on the day Claire gives birth to their daughter- he is leaving her for the woman who lives downstairs. So, Claire packs up her daughter and heads to her parents home in Dublin while she sorts through the pieces of her life.

I have three words to describe this book- dumb, dumb, and dumb.

After seeing Irish author Marian Keyes' name everywhere, I decided that I should try reading one of her books. I chose this one because it popped up on the shelf for a super cheap price at a thrift store. Ironically, it also happens to be the first book Marian Keyes ever wrote.

It wasn't worth the $1.99 I spent on it.

So, what was wrong with this book, you might ask? Well, where do I start? First, I hate it when authors write in such a way that shows they believe the rest of us are complete idiots. I like to think I am a pretty intelligent reader and I don't need everything spelled out for me (ha, ha! no pun intended)! Secondly, I think sarcasm is a weak writer's crutch and this book reeked of it. Claire was the most sarcastic character I have ever read, and I wasn't impressed by her. She had no depth and I found it difficult to connect to her character. Finally, while reading this book I found myself completely preoccupied with wondering where in the world the baby was. Granted, I had a 3-month-old at the time so I was barraged by baby thoughts anyway, but the brand new infant in this novel conveniently slept all the time. In face, everything written about Claire's newborn was completely unbelievable- how often she slept, how infrequently she ate, how pleasant her demeanor was.... So much so, it seemed to have been written by somebody who's never had a baby. (I looked it up and can't find any mention of Keyes having had any children.)

Chick lit is not my favorite genre, and I'm beginning to give up hope on finding anything good out there with that classification.

Monday, November 8, 2010

The Breakdown Lane by Jacquelyn Mitchard

"...I would take out his letters to me, our honeymoon scrapbook, and stare into the faces of those smug, slim, utterly sensual young people and think, Where was the clue? ... His pinch of arrogance? His touch of impatience? I was a dozen times more arrogant and impatient any day of the week, even back then. But I never, not ever, would have slipped through my wedding band and fled." p297

Julie's husband, Leo, unexpectedly leaves her alone and reeling, trying simultaneously to care for their three children and deal with a very scary health diagnosis. Told alternatively through the voice of Julie and that of her son, Gabe, Jacqueline Mitchard explores the families reaction to their difficult circumstances.

I picked up this novel because it was written by Jacquelyn Mitchard who wrote The Deep End of the Ocean. The Deep End of the Ocean is a terrific book. This book is so-so. It took quite a while to get into it and just as it seemed to be gathering steam, it came to a close. Even though Julie's situation in the novel should have invoked my sympathy (and even though her last name in the book is the same as mine!), I found myself feeling a bit removed from everything that was happening in her life, and my empathy for the characters was disappointingly superficial. Mitchard is a talented writer, but she failed to endear me to her story this time around.

(There is a great poem on pg. 332 of this novel- the most redeeming part of this book, I think! Worth checking out.)


Sunday, November 7, 2010

Too Bad We Missed Each Other, Extra Hour of Sleep. Maybe Next Year.

I tried explaining to Jack about daylight savings time this morning. I told him that people like to move their clocks back an hour because we get an extra hour of sleep.

Some people want need an extra hour of sleep.

Jack wasn't convinced.

I blame the light streaming in through the windows.

Friday, November 5, 2010

No Offense or Nothin'

In my experience, anytime somebody includes in a sentence, "No offense or nothin', but...." I can pretty much count on the fact that I am about to be offended.

On Wednesday, I arrived to work at the same time as another teacher. As always I was loaded down with bags as I walked across the parking lot toward the front door. My co-worker passed by me on her way to another entrance.

"You look like a mom," she commented. Then added, "No offense."

So, yet another experience has proven that the phrase "No offense" means I can pretty much count on being offended...

And I might not even know why.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Family Visit

We had a wonderful time with my family this past weekend! Jack got to spend lots of quality time with Banya and Papa...


...and cousin Zach!
It was fun to watch Zach & Jack interact. Jack loved his cousin! No matter who was holding him, if he could hear Zach talking, Jack would stretch and strain, wriggle and writhe until his eyes were fixed upon his older cousin and then they would follow him everywhere!
So cute!

We took Zach and Jack to a Harvest Party where Jack was able to go on his first hay ride!
(Zach may have had the scariest costume at the Harvest Party but, ironically enough, he also might have been the only Mennonite boy who wasn't carrying a weapon!)

Nathan and Zach carved pumpkins. It was the first time Zach had ever carved a pumpkin. When he finished, there were a few extra holes in the pumpkins "head". Maybe eyebrows? Ears? "No, actually," Zach explained, "the extra holes were from where the pumpkin was shot."
Nathan and Zach gave a couple of concerts over the long weekend. Nathan sang and played the guitar, Zach did percussion. The flier below advertised the first concert which was free. Turns out that concert was so popular that they charged a fee for the second one. So, Zach had his first paying gig!
What a fun weekend!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Politics Through the Eyes Filter of a Third Grader

A third grader standing in line in the hall looked at me while we were waiting for the rest of our group and said (quite passionately for an eight-year-old), "Now less people are going to be able to get into college!"

"What?" I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Less people are going to be able to go to college!" he repeated emphatically.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because we voted for a really bad senator! He wants smaller class sizes, so now not as many people will be able to get into college!"

Monday, November 1, 2010

Election Day Tomorrow

There are people out there who are so passionate about politics that they often bring it up in conversation. They post political messages on facebook and even have entire blogs devoted to it. I secretly admire those people, but I am also a little afraid of them. They care a lot and are confident enough about what they know (or think they know) to speak out and speak often.

But, I care too. And, at this moment, I am tired of being afraid of offending people. I am tired of worrying that somebody might "unfriend" me or that I might cause a rift in an important relationship.

With election day quickly approaching, my political thoughts are bubbling to the surface once again. Nathan and I have been studying our ballot guides, watching the (attack) ads, and talking politics for a couple of weeks now. I am ready to step out of my own comfort zone for a minute and put my feelings about one simple message out there.

The message I am tired of hearing is that Obama is failing.

It seems like so many people- Republicans, Tea Partiers, Libertarians, Green Partiers, and even Democrats- are spreading the message that Obama has been a disappointment.

At election time two years ago, emotions were running strong (just like they are now) and when Obama was elected it seemed that people had very high expectations for a complete transformation in our country. People wanted a better economy, a way out of the Iraq war, an affordable mortgage, more jobs, a balanced budget, equal rights, alternative energy sources, oil independence, more accountable schools and teachers, the list could go on and on.

And now it's been two years.

Two years.

And, according to some, he's already failed.

In two years.

I think only history will be the judge of how successful or unsuccessful Obama's administration will be. Two years just isn't enough time. And it seems to me that we cannot possibly know what the state of our union would be like right now had Obama not come into office and done the work he has done.

And, lest we forget the work that he has done, here's an excerpt from Rolling Stone magazine that reminds us that Obama has not just been sitting around with his feet up for the past two years.

...Less than halfway through his first term, Obama has compiled a remarkable track record. As president, he has rewritten America's social contract to make health care accessible for all citizens. He has brought 100,000 troops home from war and forged a once-unthinkable consensus around the endgame for the Bush administration's $3 trillion blunder in Iraq. He has secured sweeping financial reforms that elevate the rights of consumers over Wall Street bankers and give regulators powerful new tools to prevent another collapse. And most important of all, he has achieved all of this while moving boldly to ward off another Great Depression and put the country back on a halting path to recovery.

Along the way, Obama delivered record tax cuts to the middle class and slashed nearly $200 billion in corporate welfare — reinvesting that money to make college more accessible and Medicare more solvent. He single-handedly prevented the collapse of the Big Three automakers — saving more than 1 million jobs — and brought Big Tobacco, at last, under the yoke of federal regulation. Even in the face of congressional intransigence on climate change, he has fought to constrain carbon pollution by executive fiat and to invest $200 billion in clean energy — an initiative bigger than John F. Kennedy's moonshot and one that's on track to double America's capacity to generate renewable energy by the end of Obama's first term.

On the social front, he has improved pay parity for women and hate-crime protections for gays and lesbians. He has brought a measure of sanity to the drug war, reducing the sentencing disparity for crack cocaine while granting states wide latitude to experiment with marijuana laws. And he has installed two young, female justices on the Supreme Court, creating what Brinkley calls "an Obama imprint on the court for generations."

What's even more impressive about Obama's accomplishments, historians say, is the fractious political coalition he had to marshal to victory. "He didn't have the majority that LBJ had," says Goodwin.... -The Case for Obama, Rolling Stone

Whatever your politics might be, it's obvious that Obama has been working to implement policies that reflect what he feels is best for the people in our country. That's all we can ask from any President. Tomorrow is election day and I hope you, like our President, will go out there and do what you think is best for our country by voting for leaders who will represent the people's interests.

Cousin Love

I emerged from the bedroom with baby Jack in tow just after he awoke from his very short morning nap.

Nathan looked up at Jack from the carpet where he was playing guitar with Zach and said, "Hi, little, round face!"

"Aww, I missed that little, round face," Zach commented. "It's been a long time since I've seen it actually!"

Happy Halloween!


(I don't think our bumblebee is too excited about being held by a zombie skeleton. But, then again, who would be?!)