tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10576301127084043972024-03-13T17:21:16.605-05:00Our Story...everyday moments, musings, miscelany, a record of our adventures...Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.comBlogger272125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-87793727653414406272013-09-22T23:26:00.000-05:002013-09-22T23:26:02.356-05:00Introducing JANE (part II)So, May arrived and we knew Jane would come any day. We had not decided on a name. I think some of the top contenders were Caroline, Mette, Iris, and Jane. I frantically nested and organized, painted and prodded Eric to do projects. We all thought that Jane would probably come early (as Hope and Esther had), and that she would come quickly (as Hope and Esther had). Not so. Bethany Darling and I shared a due date, and Clementine was born a week early. I did not even go see her in the hospital, due to my jealousy and despair, and also a stomach virus that was raging through the house. I remember sitting like a beached whale on the curb in front of our house while Esther threw up into the gutter. Later, I sat like a beached whale on the front steps while Hope threw up on the sidewalk.... I did somehow manage to get up and hose down both spots. <br />
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Finally, on Jane's actual due date, I started the day by feeling "funny". As the day progressed, a beautiful sunny spring day, I experienced contractions frequently. Somehow I knew that these were not doing much, even if they did hurt. I didn't call Eric to come home from work, despite the fact that our original plan had been to call him immediately to high tail it home. The general consensus had been that this baby (being the 4th in a line of quick births) could be born in the car on the way to the hospital. To tell you the truth, I think Jane was not positioned well to descend with the contractions. She was way to horizontal, due to the fact that I was carrying so "out". Also, after months of chronic pain, I was not optimistic that my body would do the right thing in labor, so I think I was subconsciously resisting labor. I repeatedly told people that I wished I didn't have such strong convictions about natural birth because it sounded awesome to schedule a C-section! I had finally recognized the pride in my heart that had driven me to take such a hard line approach to childbirth, and at this point, I had nothing left to prove. By God's grace, I had successfully had three wonderful natural births. Nothing left to prove, and a lot of exhaustion, pain, and doubt. <br />
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Eric came home after work, my contractions ebbing and flowing all day. We had a babysitter, Beth Wilson, come over and we went to a parenting class at church. I was greatly encouraged by the theme verse for the night, "Count it all joy brothers, when you endure trials of various kinds..." This was a trial of a various kind, and I would try to labor in joy. I couldn't sit in the chair, and contractions were getting stronger, so I walked up and down the stairs of the church office while listening to the teaching. After getting home from the meeting, I knew this was it. Although I still expected it to go slowly, I started to gather stuff and try to decide if we should go to bed or just go to the hospital. By this time, it had started raining. I was having contractions that really hurt, so Beth Wilson and Maureen Gray (really not sure how Maureen was already there), gathered the older girls in their arms and walked them through the rain down to the Gray's to go back to bed. <br />
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Eric and I officially left for the hospital, and the rainstorm of the night began in earnest. We drove the 20 minutes to Riverside with pouring rain, thunder and lightening. We parked and started walking into the hospital through pouring rain, sloshing in deep puddles. I was wearing my black chaco sandals, a black knit skirt, and a grey striped t-shirt, which were all soaked by the time we got inside. In the wetness outside, I had thought that possibly my water had broken, but when I was examined a few minutes later, it turned out that I had peed my pants during a contraction. An awesome perk of womanhood... <br />
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When the nurse checked me in, it was just a little before midnight and I was dialated to 5 cm. Relieved to be at 5 cm, I knew that it could be only a few hours. On the other hand, I had been contracting all day and only gotten to 5 cm. What!?!? We decided to walk the halls, and with each contraction I became more and more insolent and angry. Pain is lame. We had brought a big burgundy bath towel from home, so with each contraction, Eric would use the towel from behind to pull my belly upward. This was a variation on the common use of the Rebozo in Latin America. The towel pulled the belly upward, making the baby more vertical and puting more direct pressure on my cervix. This was very helpful. <br />
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Labor progressed normally for me, the main difference being that it was a little slower (though the same pattern) as the other girls. The other marked difference was that I was trying to submit to the pain and open up to let my body do it's work, but instead of being happily resigned to it, I was angrily and doubtfully resigned. Every time the midwife took vitals or checked on baby, I expected her to discover a complication. Not a healthy frame of mind. <br />
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After awhile I took a warm bath, which totally stalled labor and I practically went to sleep. Sleeping sounded great since I had been up almost 24 hours by this point. My mom was there to offer support and homeopathic remedies, so she gave me a few things that helped the labor kick back in again. Eric was coming off of the family stomach virus and also really tired, so he had a hard time sticking with me. We had always had a "day job" baby before... labor starts in the morning and baby is born sometime in the day, so this stay-up-all-night labor was rough. <br />
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Around 4:00 AM, the midwife, Heather, checked me and I was between a 7 and 8. We decided that I would labor walking for another hour, hopefully be at least at 8.5 cm, fill the birth tub, break my water, and baby would be born. I set a mental goal to have this baby by 5:00 AM. <br />
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So, we painfully labored and walked. Around 5:00 AM, my mental state was shifting, back labor was in full force, and I knew I was getting closer. I pretty much announced that I was ready to be done, so lets move on with the plan. Thankfully I was getting close to 9cm, so I got totally naked and ready to get in the birthing pool. Unfortunately, the nurses had never used a birthing pool, and were really slow. So, for the next 45 minutes, I stood in the room, naked and contracting, in transition, waiting for the pool to fill up. <br />
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Eventually, the midwife decided that the equipment in the room was not working properly, and I was required to put my clothes back on, walk down the hall, and start this in a new room. We were mad. I was trying to control my anger because I wanted to be in a good place when I finally got in the pool, and I didn't want to be a jerk to the nurses. I was also worried that my contractions were slowing down, so for over an hour I refused to sit down, but stood swaying, gyrating, and generally trying to help labor progress. Eric was getting mighty sick of pulling with all his might on our makeshift Rebozo.<br />
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By 5:30, I got in the tub. Pubic Symphosis Disorder (the source of all of my crotch pain) can be much worse during pushing and crowning, so I was determined to have a water birth in order to minimize the pain. Once I was in the pool, all went as planned. The midwife broke my water, and within a minute or two I was dying to push. The midwife had stepped out of the room, so a kind, veteran nurse read my signs and jumped in the deliver the baby. With the first push, she was crowning, with the second push her head was out, then two pushed later shoulders and baby were totally out. The midwife was there for about half of it. Sure enough, the water birth was less painful. <br />
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The stinky part (no pun intended) about a water birth, is all the nasty stuff in the water afterwards. Also, it really stinks to get out of the warm water and onto the cold bed to birth the placenta. Still, the miracle of birth had occurred. A beautiful, simple, natural birth. A healthy baby and Mom, proud dad. The oxytocin did wonderful things to my brain, and my anger and doubt diminished. Now I was thankful, proud, and in awe. Breastfeeding went well, and I was filled with peace.<br />
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To be continued...Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-85911864499404685422013-09-22T22:30:00.001-05:002013-09-22T22:30:38.762-05:00introducing JANE (introduction)Hello blogger (and future me who will read this when I am old and totally grey),<br />
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It's been a long, long time since we've met. Blogging about our life has taken a back seat to, well, LIFE. Life is good and busy. Not unusual, not extraordinary, but blessed and busy for sure. Now, I've been haunted by guilt over these last many months about the total blog absence of our youngest child. If this blog is to serve as a journal for our family, we've got to introduce all of the characters.<br />
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So, "character" she is... Jane Amaya Patenaude came into the world around 5:00 AM on May 24th, 2012. Jane is now almost 16 months and a real handful. She is a busy walker, inquisitive, demanding, and not very flexible. She is adorable and playful (loves hiding and playing some variation of chase). She eats lots of things, but really adores grilled zucchini, bananas, roasted chicken, apples, cheddar cheese, and scrambled eggs. She has recently discovered crackers and cookies of all varieties and of course loves them too!<br />
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So, back to the very beginning. The pregnancy with Jane started out with a lot of excitement. We had tried to get pregnant, and were really excited when it quickly "worked". We were really enjoying our little family with three sweet sisters, and we felt like there could never be too much of a good thing. Although we sort of hoped for some variety with our fourth child, we were totally pleased when we found out we were having a girl. <br />
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The pregnancy was a little rough. There were no serious complications, but within a few weeks of being pregnant, I was experiencing significant back pain and morning sickness. The back pain was manageable with chiropractic care (love Dr. Wilson!), and the nausea did subside by the second trimester. To add to the exhaustion of pregnancy, we jumped into a flurry of house buying. I spent months and months looking at houses and wishing for a sense of certainty about any of them, but to no avail. Finally, after about 6 months of looking we ended up feeling God's leading to the new house in Bloomington. So, at 18 weeks pregnant, the week before Christmas, we made the move. Now, we didn't move far and we didn't leave friends, school, church, work or anything else important. BUT, moving was still hard! It takes a good while for a house to feel like home, and there were lots of wonderful new neighbors to meet. It stressed me, though it was mostly a good stress.<br />
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The not so good stress came in the form of Pubic Symphosis Disorder. With all the hauling, moving, lifting, and lugging, I ended up separating my public bone and giving myself some rather serious chronic pain for the rest of the pregnancy. During the day, my pain levels were around level 5, but at night (when I wished to be soundly sleeping), my pain levels were really high. So, the pregnancy progressed with me in constant pain, growing gigantic, and trying to settle into a new home. We did things like replace all the floors, and paint many rooms. I unpacked lots of boxes and moved lots of furniture. We also did our best to raise three girls (potty training Esther), and lead a brand new small group. As all of these stresses started to press me, my excitement over this pregnancy waned. I still wanted this baby, of course, but in my spirit, the default setting was subtly shifting from faith and excitement to fear and doubt. <br />
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My body had failed throughout the pregnancy by giving me more pain than I had ever endured before. I had also had a near-fail of the test for gestational diabetes, so I was doubting my hormones. Contractions were more frequent and I felt weak. I was even carrying much further out, which I attribute to my poor core strength after carrying three other babies. Believe it or not, eating small amounts of raw liver was a necessary daily boost, and I napped a lot too. By the time May rolled around, I was even dreading labor, which had been a breeze (comparatively speaking) with the last two girls. <br />
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more to come....Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-76512412952706934272012-04-19T22:19:00.005-05:002012-04-19T23:09:36.766-05:00Esther at TWO (and a half)Dearest Esther P,<br /><br />Your birthday has long come and gone, but I never did write a birthday post for you. You have certainly not been forgotten, just postponed!<br /><br />So, instead of writing as if I remember exactly what you were like on your 2nd birthday, we'll start right now. You are exactly 2.5 years old. The entire family adores you for your laid back ways, ready giggle, and tender spirit. We all gush over you, telling you what a sweet little girl you are. Eva and Hope both love to play with you. You and Eva play games of tag or tickle together. She is always happy to read to you or help you with something. Currently you and Hope play house or Little People together all morning most days. Usually Hope is the mom and you are the "tweetheart", but sometimes you reverse roles and you get to boss Hope around. Amazingly, you two almost never fight. <br /><br />By yourself, you spend most of your time playing with baby dolls. You dress them, push them in the doll stroller, rock them, feed them, nurse them, and generally dote on them. You often tell me that your baby is crying because "she/he misses his Grandpa and Grandma." Speaking of playing baby, you are really tuned into the upcoming arrival of your little sister. When we go out, you tell people that "My baby sister is coming out of my mommy's tummy soon. But I'm not a big sister yet." You like to rehearse all the things that you are going to do to take care of your sister. I think you understand what is coming, and I think you'll adjust pretty easily. Of course, time will tell!<br /><br />You have been VERY much the baby of the family for awhile though. Up until a few months ago, you seemed to be pretty naive to "big girl" stuff and content to let Mom and Dad guide you through life. Two year old independence has arrived, however! Around February, you pretty much demanded to be potty trained, telling me when your diaper was wet and insisting, "I need to use the potty, mom!" These last few months have been so insanely busy for me that I pretty much decided to take your pants off and let you figure it out on your own. Sure enough, within a few days (and many accidents), you considered yourself done with diapers. You still wet at night and have a few accidents each week, but for the most part you have done a good job of potty training yourself! Now you tell me, "I'm a big girl. I'm bigger than Eva and Hope."<br /><br />One funny anecdote about your being a "big girl" happened last week. In our new neighborhood, the kids play outside almost constantly. They go back and forth from yard to house, riding bikes and scooters in our dead-end street. The bigger girls are allowed to roam pretty freely, though they always have to ask if they are going to another person's house. Around dinnertime there were a bunch of kids in our yard, I was making dinner, and Daddy was working on some project. I looked down at my phone and saw a text message from our neighbor and church friend (about three houses away). It said, "Esther is here. Can she have some lasagna?" WHAT??? Esther is not at our house? The rule for you is that you never leave our yard without Eva or Mom or Dad. Eva was in the back yard. Well, I walked down immediately to retrieve you. You were sitting up to the dinner table eating lasagna with the Gray family. You told me that you had ridden Hope's scooter over to the Gray's. WHAT??? I didn't even know you could ride a scooter! Needless to say, we talked a lot about the boundaries on the way home. I was just floored that sweet and docile Esther had her own big ideas to see the world!<br /><br />Now for some Esther data: You are average size for your age, but are still pretty squishy and roly-poly. You love to dance and sing in a pretty little voice. You wear size 2T clothes and wear size 7 shoes (you've just recently mastered dressing yourself). Your favorite foods are spaghetti, lasagna, bananas (about 3/day), smoothies, and raisins. You don't prefer beans or most veggies, but will eat them if force fed. You've recently discovered videos and think Dora the Explorer is the bomb! You love to be read to. Your favorite books are "The Very Busy Spider" and a Bible songbook. You are really interested in learning the letter names, so you are constantly asking me what each letter is. I think you know about half of them by now. You are a bright little girl, and often repeat my own explanations or books we've read word for word. <br /><br />I've said it already, but if I were to sum you up in a word, it would be SWEET. You are well-loved by your family and friends. We adore your gentleness, happiness, empathy, and cooperative nature. Some have said you are an "old soul", which is an interesting observation. I guess we'll know about that as you grow, but for now the observation does reflect something about your open and loving spirit. <br /><br />Esther, Happy Belated Birthday! You are a treasured part of this family!<br /><br />love, Mom and DadBeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-72704516074722677412012-03-17T23:28:00.010-05:002012-03-18T00:42:06.358-05:00Festive Saturday and a RecipeHappy St. Patrick's Day! Our day started when Eva woke Eric and I up before 8 AM this Saturday morning with a pinch and exclamation, "Happy St. Patrick's Day. You're not wearing green!" Of course I wasn't wearing green in bed, unless you count the crusty sleep boogers still in my eye. She respected my warning to NOT pinch Esther and Hope awake, and the next time we saw the three girls, they were all dressed in green and ready to live it up.<br /><br />I crawled out of bed a while later to make green smoothies and green scrambled eggs. I had been holding on to these kiwi for a few weeks now, willing them to ripen at just the right time for a day of green goodness. This is the delicious recipe for our green kiwi smoothies. And, you can't taste the kale at all, a good thing. Eric declared these "delicious", which is really saying something, for him.<br /><br /><strong>Green Smoothies (serves 4-5)</strong><br /><br />2 bananas (I used frozen)<br />1 c. plain yogurt or kefir<br />1 1/2 c. fresh kale (you could probably use more, it was truly unnoticed)<br />6 kiwis, scooped from their skin<br />1-2 t. raw honey<br />3 T. flax seed, ground<br /><br />Mix it all up in a blender and enjoy! I'm thinking it would've been yummy to add some honeydew melon or pineapple too.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721090123102509218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D66sG3ra6hY/T2VlJ8OFWKI/AAAAAAAACO4/uBxkvXCem7U/s400/IMG_5540.JPG" />Eva was really wound up about life this morning! And you can see a glimpse of the living room of our new house behind her. We are installing wood floors and new drapes next week, so this may be one of the last pictures taken with the lovely baby blue drapes. Real sad about that.... Not!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721094644229125506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Flsv_KzA9oU/T2VpRGuqtYI/AAAAAAAACPg/Gg7eJhVt410/s400/IMG_5542.JPG" />Hope slurps green...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721094251345523810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIb-v51uCto/T2Vo6PH6tGI/AAAAAAAACPU/Ad0KwolX4xo/s400/IMG_5544.JPG" />Esther has the absolutely cheesiest camera grin, but I love it. She loves her smoothies, and her leaving her long hair untouched by me. When I try to comb it or add a barrette, she tells me, "I'm just fine, Mom." (insert lisp on jusssst).<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721094050971627810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHn2vavLTOs/T2VoukrDsSI/AAAAAAAACPI/mk7AgyA_IJc/s400/IMG_5545.JPG" />Not sure why I included this awesome example of food photography... Pioneer Woman, watch out! I could kill things with my flash! Anyway, this is the green breakfast in all it's glory.<br /><br /><br /><p>This day (and week and whole winter) has been awesome because of the record high temperatures. Today, the Twin Cities boasted a high of 81 degrees, a sure record! The average temp is apparently 41. We've been in shorts and tank tops most of this week, which is totally premature, but totally wonderful. My cheeks are a revived rosy hue, and like "magic" my mid-winter blues have pretty much evaporated. Thanks, vitamin D! </p><br /><p>Eric's childhood best friend, <a href="http://ericwilliambarnum.wordpress.com/">Eric Barnum</a>, came today for the weekend, so he and Eric did lots of game playing and goofing around. They also cut down some enormous, overgrown bushes that were flanking our front doors. It was a dramatic improvement, allowing us to walk up the front walk without being slapped in the face by a juniper. We can also see out our front window. A definite improvement, also giving me the satisfaction of marking something off my "pre-baby to-do list". YES!</p><br /><p>I also had some fun baking a few Irish inspired recipes. Both were a big treat, though not really nourishing at all. If you're in the mood for some empty (and heavy) carbs try <a href="http://www.browneyedbaker.com/2011/03/14/irish-car-bomb-cupcakes/">Irish Car Bomb Cupcakes</a> and <a href="http://www.browneyedbaker.com/2012/03/16/irish-beer-and-cheese-bread-recipe/">Irish Beer and Cheese Bread</a>. Your taste buds will thank you, even if your gut doesn't. And, on that upbeat note, I go to clean up the kitchen. Erin Go Bragh! </p>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-36330255393318988082012-03-04T23:47:00.004-06:002012-03-05T00:26:42.217-06:003 Burning QuestionsGreetings! This post is meant to fill in the blanks on many things that have happened over the last few months. Rest assured, we've been busy.... just not busy blogging!<br /><br />1. Why don't you blog anymore?<br /><em>Several reasons which may become evident as you read more, but one prominent one is that our family PC crashed back in July and we haven't replaced it. Turns out, I like being partially unplugged. Texting is high tech enough for me, and the impersonal nature of the cyber world makes me shiver sometimes. I truly fear for the social/relational context that our children will be living in by the time they are adults. So, I am trying to stay (sort of) "unplugged". Of course, the Internet is a pretty good tool for some things, so I do hope to blog a bit more. And I still check facebook almost every day. And currently I am stalking dining room tables on craigslist. And Eric talked me into joining pinterest last week. BUT, since I only have computer access when Eric brings his work laptop home in the evenings, I definitely have limited time to spend in front of a screen.</em><br /><br />2. So, are you having another baby?<br /><em>YES!!! I am 28 weeks along, which puts me right at the beginning of the third trimester. How funny that there hasn't been even a mention of New Baby on this blog yet! We are expecting a girl (yes, we're filled with trepidation for the teen years). This pregnancy has been fine, but clearly each pregnancy gets more difficult. Comparing this round to my first pregnancy with Eva (these girls will both be May babies) is amazing. I sailed through the first one with zero problems, but now days aches and pains are the name of the game. Worth it though, I'm sure!</em><br /><br />3. And you moved?<br /><em>Right again! We started to feel like it was time to move last spring, mostly due to the housing market being so cheap here. We weren't expecting another kid then, but we knew that our 1400 square foot home couldn't support our growing family forever. After some ups and downs (house hunting was so emotionally draining for me!) and looking for about 6 months, we finally knew what we wanted. In the long run, after quite a bit of negotiating and praying, we ended up buying a place that is about 10 minutes from our old house, on the bluffs of the Minnesota River Valley. We were able to keep Eva at her school and gain quite a bit of space inside and out. So far, our neighbors are really nice people. They still don't feel like old friends (of course), but hopefully that will come in time. We are LOVING being able to walk from our backyard down to the Minnesota River and the miles and miles of hiking paths and mountain bike trails! </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Surprisingly, I kind of liked moving, despite the fact that we moved one week before Christmas then went to Colorado for Christmas vacation! Some of you moving experts know that moving often would get really old, but it was adrenaline producing for me. I felt so productive all the time, with packing, unpacking, organizing, and fixing. After a few weeks of living here though, the fun wore off, and suddenly I looked around and felt decidedly out of place. I tell ya, moving is SO emotional! There was a definite turning point then, after about a month when I started to feel "at home". I can't wait to bring a baby home here and go through a sunny summer to really start to cement this place in our hearts. </em><br /><br /><em>The house has been practically untouched since it was built in the early 1970's, so we have quite a few updates planned for the future. Hopefully I'll document it! And one last tidbit- we became landlords in the moving process. Our dear, tiny, old house is being rented to a nice, little family. So far it's been no big deal, except for the week we spent working like dogs to get the house rental ready. </em><br /><em></em><br />There are many other little details about life that I would love to record. Maybe another time. In the meantime, I'm off to snuggle Hope back to bed and put my big belly to bed!Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-55916295219199312932011-11-06T21:59:00.002-06:002011-11-06T22:49:31.625-06:00Happy Birthday Hope!Much belated, but better late than never, here are my thoughts to Hope on her fourth birthday.<br /><br />Dear Hopers,<br /><br />Congratulations! You have reached your dream of being 4! For months now, I've thought of you as already four... not sure why... I always think of you as older than you are. Truthfully, that oversight on my part gets you into a lot of trouble. It's hard to remember to treat you as a four year old and have four year old expectations, when you tag along with your big sister all the time and are much taller than the average kid your age. But alas, you and I are bumbling along and I fully expect we'll emerge alright in the end ;)!<br /><br />Hope, this year for your birthday you chose to have "bike ride birthday bash". You take great pleasure in riding along behind Daddy on the tag-along. You are pretty distracted and not much help in pedaling, probably because you are savouring the wind in your fluffy blonde hair or the trees whizzing by you in a blur. Bike riding is not exactly an athletic endeavor for you, but as in all of life, it is a magical adventure. You are such an emotional girl, and all of your adventures are either perfectly magical and bound in layers of imagination, or all together awful. It seems to be we are always riding the wave with you- to the heights of laughter, joy, and silliness. Then to the depths where you are nothing short of despondent and hopeless. What a ride!<br /><br />Silliness. You have been such a fun kid to be around. We suspect you are the clown of the family (right behind Daddy, of course). You seem to have a knack for what will catch us off guard and make us giggle. You really get Eva and Esther going with your silly monologues or funny dance moves. Your friends seem to think you're pretty funny too, and they definitely motivate you to dig deeper (and sillier)! You and Hazel are still going strong as best friends. You are both extremely loyal to one another, and it seems a day at church or with friends just isn't quite good enough without Hazel around. Of course you roll together on the highs and lows of being four, so it is not always a tranquil scene to see you together. You always seem to make up though, and you spell out your great affection for each other regularly.<br /><br />You seem to be a bit of a free spirit. I often wonder if there is <em>any</em> way that you and Eva are alike... the answer is probably only in your looks! You sort of wander carefree through life, taking it as it comes with a good measure of wonder and imagination. You thoroughly enjoy playing with others or by yourself. Your alone play is really amazing to listen to, so full of life and curiosity. Things that seem completely common and normal to the rest of us, fall completely dull on you. One example is food- our family likes to eat good food. You, however, don't really seem to care about food at all. You virtually refuse to eat meat, for the reason that it doesn't taste good to you, and you feel sorry for the animal. At a meal you usually ask, "Is this pig? or cow? or chicken?" Eva says, "it's pork, Hope. You'll like it!" And you respond, "Is that pig?", then you push it away. Hot dogs, of course, are a different story :). In fact, the only food you care anything about is junk food, as far as I can tell!<br /><br />You love adventure, fun, and anything girly. On the flip side, you disdain structure, limits, and expected outcomes. This year, we continue to participate in the Preschool Coop. While you like to see your friends and listen to the story, you find the structure to be draining. You complain about calendar time, saying it is sooooo boring! I assume that it is good for you to practice paying attention to logical and sequential activities since, obviously, you won't be able to live forever in your fairy tale world. I am surprised, however, at your recent interest in letters and words! At your own pace, in your own time, I'm sure you'll come to love school and all that it entails.<br /><br />Being the emotionally sensitive child that you are makes you a great snuggler and very affectionate. We can count on you finding your way into our bed almost every night, just to be near and snuggle! You really love a good wrestle with Daddy and or some time cuddling and reading with Mommy. In general, your emotional ups and downs are much less extreme if we keep that emotional love take FULL! You definitely challenge me to unearth the emotional, sensitive side of me, but I think it's good for both of us. <br /><br />In general, you keep us guessing. Whether it's a new emotional roll, a mischievous act that catches me by surprise, wandering off to the neighbor's a few times each day, or your interpretations and opinions of the world around you. I'll think we'll be able to count on you to keep us on our toes and look at things from a different perspective!<br /><br />I'm thankful that you are becoming a healthier child. Sometime in the last year, we took the plunge and tried giving you cooked egg whites. Your former severe egg allergy seemed to have been healed. You were so proud to be able to eat the whole egg with the rest of us! Last winter was pretty brutal with numerous ear infections and two ruptured eardrums, but you do seem to be getting stronger. You had a virus this week that ran it's course in only a few days, which was a real praise! Speaking of sickness, you remember to pray every day for your cousin Solomon Leo's fight with leukemia. <br /><br />Things you love- pink, princesses, sweets and breads, jewelery, pretty things. You are a warm kid and always wearing the least amount of clothes possible... usually skirts and frilly shirts. You wear size 5 clothes, size 11 shoes, and your crazy self-imposed haircuts are finally starting to grow out so that we can do stuff with your hair. You are obsessed with boyfriends and people getting married. You tell everyone that you have a boyfriend named Isaac Boldt, even though I'm always responding that you don't <em>actually</em> have a boyfriend. You and Isaac do seem to like each other an awful lot though!<br /><br />Oh Hope! You are wacky, fun, and full of new ideas. We laugh, shake our heads, sigh, and get white knuckles being your parents, but we wouldn't have it any other way! We're so thankful that God put you in our family and we pray for abounding grace for you in the future. Happy Birthday!<br /><br />We love you so much,<br /><br />Daddy and MommyBeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-74673287285786714552011-09-12T21:57:00.006-05:002011-09-12T21:57:00.181-05:001st GradeThe morning of the first day of First Grade was such fun! No real fears, few unknowns, morning routines already very familiar. This is the outfit Eva chose for her first day.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TO7303EOlAw/Tm12qiyeMtI/AAAAAAAACEQ/gO7rA8C9OAY/s1600/IMG_5152.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651303580684923602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TO7303EOlAw/Tm12qiyeMtI/AAAAAAAACEQ/gO7rA8C9OAY/s400/IMG_5152.JPG" /></a> Showing off the new hole in her mouth left after she pulled her tooth out a few days before school started.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XKNb7h8j_PU/Tm12ZVlPOTI/AAAAAAAACEI/hAVrCZpBnl4/s1600/IMG_5153.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651303285081979186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XKNb7h8j_PU/Tm12ZVlPOTI/AAAAAAAACEI/hAVrCZpBnl4/s400/IMG_5153.JPG" /></a> Found the new locker... right across the hall from her Kinder teacher, Sra. Ponce Carmona.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651302943962903154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5EOgNlOEev0/Tm12Fe0HMnI/AAAAAAAACEA/AbexE9WHj_I/s400/IMG_5155.JPG" />And, found her chair, right next to her friend Matthew from last year. Then the nerves started to set in just a bit. As we walked into the classroom, the teacher was no where in sight and the rest of the kids looked alarmingly somber. No one was talking or excitedly showing off new school shoes, or even smiling. Eva was brave, though pretty nervous, I think. I was curious all day to find out if the day had gone well. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLq8_vF8ngE/Tm113xVI_TI/AAAAAAAACD4/TgWWiIQ4hc0/s1600/IMG_5156.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651302708415102258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oLq8_vF8ngE/Tm113xVI_TI/AAAAAAAACD4/TgWWiIQ4hc0/s400/IMG_5156.JPG" /></a>She claimed that your teacher was going to be very loving and kind after the first day's impressions. By the second day, though, she was a complete wreck after school. By the third day, I was considering investing in handcuffs and a padded room. Eva was throwing tantrums and "blowing off steam" of an intensity we had not experienced before. I was starting to get concerned, wondering what was going on at school and if the teacher was just too strict or tough. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Eva shared that she had gotten yellow cards (like a warning) on Wednesday AND Thursday, which was a complete surprise. Her Kinder teacher had continually praised Eva's good behavior, and often said she was possibly <em>too</em> concerned about following the rules. ****An aside- at home, Eva is not at all a perfectly obedient child (far from it!), but at school she is so concerned about pleasing her teacher, that she really works hard at it.**** When I asked her what the yellow cards were for, she said that she hadn't been watching the teacher the entire time she was talking. The other one was for being distracted by the boys who sit at her table. She said, "those boys aren't really very interested in learning. But I get distracted by their talking!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ugh. Not a great start to 1st Grade at all! As a former teacher, I wasn't surprised that Sra. Castro was starting the year out strict. But.... As a mom, I was concerned that Eva was going to have a crushed spirit and not be confident in her relationship with her teacher. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well, Friday afternoon rolled around, and all the craziness of the early part of the week was nowhere to be found! As Eva and I talked about her school day, she said is was "Great!". She said that her teacher had told their class that they, "learn faster than all the other classes." Alrighty then! She was very proud of this "fact". Apparently Eva's competitive nature just needed some props from the teacher? Or maybe she was just happy to have arrived at the weekend? Do teachers generally use false praise to garner the allegiance of their students???</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>All of the enigmatic events of last week make me very, very curious about the rest of this school year. I think we could've said, "Toto, we're not in Kinder anymore." and "Welcome to the big leagues, Eva!"</div></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-13398184906799484122011-09-10T23:39:00.023-05:002011-09-11T21:34:59.566-05:00Camping PicturesHere are pictures from last weekend's camping outing with our small group. Although it was short, it was very sweet! The first few hours were not documented as people trickled in, set up tents, applied bug dope, explored our surroundings, played whiffle ball, and munched on trail mix.<br /><br />Eventually a critical mass began to gather by the fire. This was the Reece's S'mores debut, as well as the debut of a less than stellar gluten free apple crisp recipe that I tried in the dutch oven. Always fun to try, not always a success though!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">This is the crowd around the fire... the Lindquists, <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoSWV3fDHxY/Tm1pzNGlf5I/AAAAAAAACDw/q7cIZIafQKE/s1600/IMG_5164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651289435831369618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoSWV3fDHxY/Tm1pzNGlf5I/AAAAAAAACDw/q7cIZIafQKE/s400/IMG_5164.JPG" /></a> Madalyn and Hope,<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3kiGr34s50/Tm1poa9Z25I/AAAAAAAACDo/HrRTE6AWymc/s1600/IMG_5165.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651289250572393362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3kiGr34s50/Tm1poa9Z25I/AAAAAAAACDo/HrRTE6AWymc/s400/IMG_5165.JPG" /></a> The Gibsons and Nate,<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c97XGTmWKUw/Tm1oulEoXNI/AAAAAAAACDg/C4i4LgkJvf8/s1600/IMG_5160.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651288256854645970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c97XGTmWKUw/Tm1oulEoXNI/AAAAAAAACDg/C4i4LgkJvf8/s400/IMG_5160.JPG" /></a> Eric, Becca B., Lily, Bronte, Esther, Leah (Eric M. is cut off),<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3I2tWmFfDo/Tm1oWpivlJI/AAAAAAAACDY/teppHBoiGqE/s1600/IMG_5158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651287845737829522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3I2tWmFfDo/Tm1oWpivlJI/AAAAAAAACDY/teppHBoiGqE/s400/IMG_5158.JPG" /></a> Me and Ashley the camping mega-maniac,<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJFKZCt_ads/Tm1oCPjSpgI/AAAAAAAACDQ/-l24Y5grjdE/s1600/IMG_5161.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651287495163422210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJFKZCt_ads/Tm1oCPjSpgI/AAAAAAAACDQ/-l24Y5grjdE/s400/IMG_5161.JPG" /></a> Bert, Beki, Beth, Anna, Ian,<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5PRf24FURE/Tm1mvSpGu5I/AAAAAAAACDI/10t-KMQHQ3w/s1600/IMG_5163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651286070063971218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5PRf24FURE/Tm1mvSpGu5I/AAAAAAAACDI/10t-KMQHQ3w/s400/IMG_5163.JPG" /></a> The campfire was the location of many scary stories, a few funny stories, great testimonies, deep talks, singing, and laughing. Eventually everyone drifted off to bed. </div><br /><br /><div>In the morning, everyone slowly drifted back to the fire, where it was more of the same, except with glorious sunshine and a bit of...</div><br /><br /><div>hair braiding and </div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-powmxU708vY/Tm1mKZDPdeI/AAAAAAAACDA/AEGmBDapi6M/s1600/IMG_5168.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651285436129048034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-powmxU708vY/Tm1mKZDPdeI/AAAAAAAACDA/AEGmBDapi6M/s400/IMG_5168.JPG" /></a> caterpillar rescuing... Yes! That is a huge, juicy, green caterpillar giant. Hope is a caterpillar fanatic!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9t6JqfGlgw/Tm1lqQrIL0I/AAAAAAAACC4/7JLVp8l4CGM/s1600/IMG_5174.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651284884124610370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9t6JqfGlgw/Tm1lqQrIL0I/AAAAAAAACC4/7JLVp8l4CGM/s400/IMG_5174.JPG" /></a> The campsite was well stocked with a myriad of different kinds of caterpillars. The girls founded a caterpillar hospital, though I'm not really sure what took place there. Madalyn is holding up her arm to show off an albino crawler!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BBCP-bbi2w/Tm1lZKparDI/AAAAAAAACCw/PdhNzPqR3ks/s1600/IMG_5175.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651284590449044530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BBCP-bbi2w/Tm1lZKparDI/AAAAAAAACCw/PdhNzPqR3ks/s400/IMG_5175.JPG" /></a> Shelly and Sarah talked,<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv4ycQsTyLM/Tm1lCW0xfLI/AAAAAAAACCo/dZNGhCVc6go/s1600/IMG_5185.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651284198580911282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv4ycQsTyLM/Tm1lCW0xfLI/AAAAAAAACCo/dZNGhCVc6go/s400/IMG_5185.JPG" /></a> Becca knitted,<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqPInLWVmB0/Tm1ksLcOkJI/AAAAAAAACCg/RsJ0JWBOIwM/s1600/IMG_5186.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651283817568047250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqPInLWVmB0/Tm1ksLcOkJI/AAAAAAAACCg/RsJ0JWBOIwM/s400/IMG_5186.JPG" /></a> then we all headed to the lake for lunch.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clM7D9yF7NA/Tm1kc3YYsPI/AAAAAAAACCY/rHhWDtAUJjM/s1600/IMG_5187.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651283554485186802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clM7D9yF7NA/Tm1kc3YYsPI/AAAAAAAACCY/rHhWDtAUJjM/s400/IMG_5187.JPG" /></a> Gwen was a tummy time superstar!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exrzmpSegQ8/Tm1kGqNck4I/AAAAAAAACCQ/2q8c-OjYzvI/s1600/IMG_5196.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651283172992521090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exrzmpSegQ8/Tm1kGqNck4I/AAAAAAAACCQ/2q8c-OjYzvI/s400/IMG_5196.JPG" /></a> Esther was a sand castle eating superstar!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvzNmoXOQjU/Tm1jwzCKPqI/AAAAAAAACCI/B7Oq0ZcaFHM/s1600/IMG_5205.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282797403979426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvzNmoXOQjU/Tm1jwzCKPqI/AAAAAAAACCI/B7Oq0ZcaFHM/s400/IMG_5205.JPG" /></a> Hope was a sandy sunbathing superstar!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-9HFz_XZvM/Tm1jf4hva-I/AAAAAAAACCA/U6Sbw8fYZNs/s1600/IMG_5209.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282506820840418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-9HFz_XZvM/Tm1jf4hva-I/AAAAAAAACCA/U6Sbw8fYZNs/s400/IMG_5209.JPG" /></a> Anna took Esther and Ian out for a wet romp, which they both loved!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AL0bz3TRcGg/Tm1jIVN1cTI/AAAAAAAACB4/xOydyrR_zic/s1600/IMG_5211.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651282102205116722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AL0bz3TRcGg/Tm1jIVN1cTI/AAAAAAAACB4/xOydyrR_zic/s400/IMG_5211.JPG" /></a> Eva practiced the backstroke for probably the last time this summer.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VeNTs_rkiE/Tm1i7K7X6cI/AAAAAAAACBw/c2OrkoMcZ9o/s1600/IMG_5213.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651281876105030082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VeNTs_rkiE/Tm1i7K7X6cI/AAAAAAAACBw/c2OrkoMcZ9o/s400/IMG_5213.JPG" /></a> And..... one out of order photo. Tim and Ashley at the fire.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yOr7TW7uYE/Tm1ir_nAARI/AAAAAAAACBo/qloDv7YHIc8/s1600/IMG_5159.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651281615368749330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yOr7TW7uYE/Tm1ir_nAARI/AAAAAAAACBo/qloDv7YHIc8/s400/IMG_5159.JPG" /></a> Shelly and Anna chit chatted, and Eva splashed them with water (WHO? Eva?!? Couldn't be....)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnhwZUuV-zM/Tm1HV41xRkI/AAAAAAAACBg/h_2f_sD1s9c/s1600/IMG_5218.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651251548780578370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnhwZUuV-zM/Tm1HV41xRkI/AAAAAAAACBg/h_2f_sD1s9c/s400/IMG_5218.JPG" /></a> And, a fun time was had by all!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-90915931454651093002011-09-10T22:56:00.003-05:002011-09-10T23:27:14.295-05:00Camping with the Eikum Small GroupOriginal title, eh? As you might have guessed, we went camping with our small group this weekend. We accomplished a one night stay at Baker Park Reserve, just 30 minutes from home. To all you locals: I really liked this park! Close to home, clean, great facilities. I think we'll be going there again, but hopefully for a longer stay next time. <br /><br />Small group camping trips always create a fascinating group dynamic. You are not necessarily camping with your best friends, or your children's grandparents, or avid outdoor adventurers, or people who even like camping! You are there simply to be together, get to know each other better and make some memories. So, here are some of my favorite memories from the trip:<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">A derailed kickball game after our ball suddenly deflated and permanently failed it's calling in life.</div><br /><div align="center">Becca Bice's carefully and neatly packed individual bags of gorp, as well as AMAZING mint brownies and homemade salsa with chips.</div><br /><div align="center">Ashley developing her athleticism, combining jump kicks and Frisbee.</div><br /><div align="center">Eva erupting in giggles watching Ashley work on her Frisbee skills.</div><br /><div align="center">Hearing Bronte and Lily share their testimonies of God's grace to them.</div><br /><div align="center">Singing with the guitar around the campfire.</div><br /><div align="center">S'mores made with Reces peanut butter cups.</div><br /><div align="center">Explaining the full moon to Hope, who them suggested that tomorrow there would probably be a "triangle moon."</div><br /><div align="center">The kids glee over finding a "secret path lake".</div><br /><div align="center">Madalyn, Olivia, Eva, and Hope collecting scores of unique caterpillars and creating a caterpillar hospital.</div><br /><div align="center">Telling our real life scary stories around the campfire until half the girls were afraid to even walk to the outhouse. </div><br /><div align="center">Bronte, Beth, and Becca Bice's terrified screams after Eric ambushed them on the way to the outhouse. (All time best scare!)</div><br /><div align="center">Bronte's sharp reply to Eric, "What are you!?! Twelve!?!"</div><br /><div align="center">Falling asleep in the tent without a rain fly, gazing at the full moon.</div><br /><div align="center">Waking up in the tent to sweet Esther prying at my eyes and exclaiming, "Wake up, Mama!"</div><br /><div align="center">Shelly's Old Country Buffet mock-up at our campfire breakfast. Incredible spread!</div><br /><div align="center">Sitting around in the sunshine, chatting and mentally thanking God for blue skies.</div><br /><div align="center">Ian and Esther clowning around together, kissing and hugging and "running" down the hills.</div><br /><div align="center">Everyone taking a turn at holding peaceful Baby Gwen.</div><br /><div align="center">Hope and Esther getting ridiculously dirty, and once again proving that all things fun necessitate stain treatment.</div><br /><div align="center">A perfect day to sit by the lake.</div><br /><div align="center">Girls building sand castles and soaking up the late summer sunshine.</div><br /><div align="center">Anna and Jason taking Ian and Esther for a romp in the lake. tons of baby giggles!</div><br /><div align="center">Standing in the water shooting the breeze with the Lindquists, savouring every last breath of summer.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">My tank has been refilled and I am both tuckered out and invigorated!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-9317711207453818282011-09-07T22:13:00.005-05:002011-09-07T23:08:50.154-05:00The mundane and the negativeOK, apparently I am in a once a month blogging pattern, which is not satisfactory to me, but probably won't be changing anytime soon. Now, the title of this post is, I fear, a solid preview. Nothing much is going on in our life (hence, the mundane). There are a very few things are going on, and today they are mostly negative. Admittedly, not VERY negative, just not very positive. And admittedly, as soon as I type something such as "mundane and negative", the Spirit pricks me and I am reminded that underpinning all of the day to day <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">bleh</span>, we have very, very much to be thankful for. Starting with Jesus, and well, ending with Jesus (with a long list of other taken-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">forgranted</span> blessings in between).<br /><br />So, what about the mundane? Suddenly this week with the beginning of the school year, everything is all about routine and schedule. Our lives, usually different every day and sprinkled with a variety of people, outings, sibling squabbles, and read-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">alouds</span>, are now ruled by morning drop-off and the afternoon bus stop. We also throw in three meals and one afternoon nap. At times during the dizzying summer months, I longed for the boring winter routines, but this week has been a little too dull for my taste.<br /><br />School itself is good though. Eva likes her teacher, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sra</span>. Castro, and has nice kids in her class. She has two bus buddies, crisp, unstained school clothes, a gaping hole in her mouth left by one of her front teeth, and a decent ability to be responsible. All good things. Today she also had evening crying spells and angry meltdowns, which I can only attribute to her being a child (naturally) and harboring some unexposed emotional stress. Maybe she is a little overtired at the end of a full day immersed in her second language??? Perceptive, huh :). After tonight's bedtime train wreck, she shared all about the hard parts of her day: boys distracting her, teacher unintentionally embarrassing her, too short recess, coveting school lunch, etc... sounds like Jr. High to me!<br /><br />Now for the mildly negative. We've been house hunting all summer in hopes of upgrading our digs. In early July we put an offer on a place, didn't get it, but it wasn't too big of a deal. Last week we found a place that we imagine HAS to be the very best thing for us. The house isn't amazing, and would need work, but the lot is HUGE and very private. Our prayer has been for a place that is centrally located in the city (or first ring sub burbs), but feels like the country. Kind of impossible, right? This house seems like the closest thing to that. So, we offered yesterday in a multiple offer situation, and found out today that our offer is the "runner up". This is a short sale, and apparently enough things can go wrong with short sales that they keep a runner up on deck, I guess. This news was pretty disappointing.<br /><br />Now, we have certainty that God has good things in store for us, whether it be this short sale, a different house, or maybe staying put right here. BUT, of course I still felt a little deflated. We will keep praying, hoping that somehow our offer will move into first place. We will also keep praying that God would guide us to the right place... maybe this isn't it?!?<br /><br />Alright, moving on to the quite negative news. We found out late last week that our nephew Solomon (Eric's brother Ryan's boy) has leukemia. Big bummer! We are so sad for his family and for him, knowing that they will have a long and arduous journey ahead of them. However, the doctors are giving him a really optimistic prognosis, so we are praying with full confidence for complete healing. Please pray for Ryan, Stephanie, Thor, and Solomon with us. We are confident that God has good things in store for them too!<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, now to end on a positive note. The beastly garden season is at it's peak right now, and my counters are covered with jars of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lacto</span>-fermented pickles, boxes of plump, red tomatoes, and bags of freshly dug potatoes. Vegetables are the name of the game, and the answer to any hungry plea. "How 'bout carrots? Baby tomatoes? Cucumber slices? Go pick some green beans"! Even though it can be overwhelming, fruit fly inviting, and labor intensive, I am proud of the produce and the hands that earned it. Gardening is rewarding!<br /><br />Also on a positive note, we are going on our first camping trip of the almost-over summer (gasp!) on Friday with small group peeps. Everyone in our family is excited! Hopefully I'll blog again with pics after the outing.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-46773500840714361632011-08-05T12:49:00.003-05:002011-08-05T14:16:19.759-05:00ImaginationMy friend Melissa once posted something like this to her <a href="http://billmissandbrood.blogspot.com/">blog</a>, which is my inspiration today.<br /><br />At our house...<br /><br />We don't have a pillow and a wooden spoon... We have a canoe and paddle.<br />We don't have stuffed animals... We have a pet shop or a zoo.<br />We don't have a bed rail on the bunk bed... We have a balance beam or sometimes a high wire.<br />We don't have a kiddie pool... We have a water factory.<br />We don't have an upside down Little Tykes car... We have a helicopter.<br />We don't have a picnic table... We have a dancing stage for pretty ladies.<br />We don't have a sandbox... We have a sailing ship.<br />We don't have piles of unpacked boxes... We have apartment buildings for Little People and dolls.<br />We don't have a bath tub.... We have an ocean full of sharks, whales, and octopi.<br />We don't have a couch and love seat... We have castles and forts.<br />We don't have a rocking chair... We have a royal throne.<br />We don't have big, black crow feathers in the yard... We have old fashioned pencils, and magical combs.<br />We don't have towels... We have superhero capes.<br />We don't have card tables and blankets... We have wild, scary caves.<br />We don't have mom and dad's wool socks... We have mountain climbing boots.<br />We don't have a play house... We have a McDonald's drive through.<br /><br />We don't have tricycles... We have super, flying motorcycles.<br /><br />What do you have at your house?Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-51120386120787269392011-07-16T16:37:00.003-05:002011-07-16T22:24:54.561-05:00What's Up?!?!We're past the midpoint of summer, more than two months since my last blog post. SO, what have we been up to?<br /><br />TOO MUCH!!!<br /><br />Life is just busy and complicated around here. Here is a random sampling:<br /><br />several house guests, including visits from family and friends<br />a "temporary" and often spontaneous "roommate"<br />a trip to Iowa City to visit the Thompsons<br />an overpriced pedicure at a beauty school, lasting 3.5 hours<br />swimming lessons<br />play dates<br />birthday parties<br />looking at at least 25 houses for sale<br />making an offer on a house<br />"loosing" the house to a different buyer<br />prepping our current house for renting<br />five days at Hannah's cabin, doing every possible fun cabiny activity<br />riding bikes and trikes<br />4th of July day trip to Stillwater<br />lots of late nights<br />a bit of gardening<br />a handful of unauthorized haircuts<br />one unauthorized shaved eyebrow<br />throwing a successful surprise birthday party for Becca<br />helping Ashley plan and execute her wedding<br />Eric losing 20 lbs (and counting...)<br />laughing at Esther's way of making just about anything charming and hilarious<br />playing kickball (new favorite "sport") with Eva and Hope<br />listening to Esther talk and talk and TALK<br /><br />So, that's an idea of what we've been doing. What we've NOT been doing, is sleeping. <br /><br />Hoping for an early bedtime,<br />BeccaBeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-3696825986426870002011-05-04T21:52:00.007-05:002011-05-05T00:22:59.746-05:00Eva Turns Six(if you're not Eva or family, you might want to scan this... it got super long :)<br /><br />My Dear Eva,<br /><br />You've completed a sixth year, and you're on to your seventh with great excitement! This has been a beautiful year for you. I confess, I never did write a birthday letter for you when you turned five. For several months surrounding your fifth birthday we were struggling. Always, constantly, heart wrecking, anger inducing struggling. I didn't know what to write last year, and I was so frustrated. You already know this, but moms get tangled up in their sin too, and I was really weighed down by it last spring. Well, this year is a little different. You seem to have moved past that rough patch, and by God's grace, made some major leaps forward.<br /><br />To be honest, we noticed a significant change in you during last summer. Almost overnight you went from constantly combative to generally considerate and desiring to grow in godliness. We adventured all summer long- swimming, hiking, biking, gardening, imagining. I asked you tonight at dinner what your favorite memories of the last year were. "Playing with Katherine", you said. We remembered that super fun afternoon in Colorado when you and my cousin Katherine discovered the joy of building mountain forts and creating kingdoms among the huge rock outcroppings. You bravely climbed 20 feet in the air to be on top of the big boulders, declaring your reign and rule to every scraggly pine tree in the area.<br /><br />You and Katherine threw pine cones at anyone who ventured near, but were eventually captured by courageous enemy knights otherwise known as your fathers. You had hiked so far to find your kingdom that I couldn't see you at all. But I could hear your strong voices echoing in the rocks. I sat at the picnic table, breathing deeply of the piny dry air and savouring this adventure with you. I thank you for transporting me back to my own childhood for a brief moment, reliving my own exhilarating, high altitude adventures of rocks and sticks and vertical endeavors.<br /><br />Another big adventure for us all was "kinder". Senora Ponce Carmona welcomed you with a hug on the first day, and by now you are fiercely loyal to her. She has been a good teacher for you, recognizing your strengths, but pushing you to expand your repetoire and try some challenging things. Ahora puedes hablar todo el tiempo en espanol... por supuesto no pudes hablar con la reina de Espana de cosas muy altas, pero en casa y en la escuela eres muy capaz de comunicar. Nos gusta hablar en secreto y hacer chistes de tu papa. De vez en cuando, me dices algo que no comprendo, y yo realizo que vayas a hablar muy bien el espanol, mejor que yo, en poco tiempo.<br /><br />Spanish immersion kindergarten was truly the right choice. I'm so glad that we humbly accepted the strong "gut" feelings that Daddy and I both had and let you out the door. It felt so early... you are little still. But school has given you much independence, stretched your brain in ways that I never could, and been such fun. Yesterday you did the Spanish version of "eenie, meenie, miny, moh" while you and Hope were playing, and it was so fun for me to listen and learn something new. We have loved watching your reading and writing absolutely explode in English and Spanish simultaneously. I think your favorite book to read in Spanish right now is "Es tu Mama una Llama?" and in English is "Come Back Amelia Bedelia". Of course you LOVE crossover books, and you are currently enthralled with the Spanish/English rhyming in "Say Hola to Spanish".<br /><br />Friends are becoming very important to you too, although you are generally introverted and need plenty of alone time. Right now your best friends at school are Mari and Kate. Among our family friends, you really love to play with Kara, who has lived in our neighborhood for this school year. Some days you and Hope adore each other and play beautifully together, and other days you grate on each other's nerves the whole time. I guess that's how it goes with sisters! When it comes down to it though (like nights when you are scared of imaginary ghosts and shark attacks), it sure is nice to have a sister to snuggle with in bed.<br /><br />In our family, you are growing into a fantastic older sister and helper. You've learned how to do a few simple cooking tasks like frying eggs, making toast, and getting drinks. We call on you often to get a snack for Esther or Hope and to help me set the table at dinnertime. You almost always respond with cheerful willingness, which is a real blessing to your busy parents. Esther loves it when you read to her, help her walk down the stairs, or play silly little games with her. You are becoming a wonderful role model for both of your sisters!<br /><br />The biggest growth this year, the one we are most thankful for, is your heart towards God. You have always been interested in God and have easily grasped spiritual concepts, which is a good thing. However, your heart has not always been tender and soft towards Him. We realized that was changing one night this winter when you pulled Daddy towards you at bedtime to ask some very important questions. All the talking, thinking, praying, and learning about God was penetrating your heart, and you had a few things to clarify. That night Daddy encouraged you to confess your sins to God and put your full trust in Jesus' death on the cross to cover those sins. He told you that you couldn't do anything to earn God's favor, and from experience you already knew that you had done plenty of things against God. Later that night, and many nights since, we have heard you quietly thanking God for sending Jesus as the payment for your sin and confessing your love to God the Father.<br /><br />As the eyes of your heart have opened to the gospel, we've watched in amazement as your behavior and attitudes have gradually been more and more governed by the Holy Spirit. Of course you are still a child and act as a child often (just as Mommy and Daddy still struggle with sin as well), but heart change is beautiful. The greatest thing we desire for you is that you experience the joy of knowing Jesus Christ and the fellowship of the Body of believers. We are so happy to see that God is bringing you down that path and pray for more fruit in years to come!<br /><br />This is a long letter, dear daughter, but it is only because Daddy and Mommy are so thankful for you and enjoy you so much! Little things about you right now that we want to remember- you love all things about school, but especially reading, science, math, and art. You draw all the time, and just this week figured out how to make shoulders look more realistic :). You create math problems in your head... this week it has been things like 50 x 10 = 500 or 30 x 10 = 300. Science right now is all about worms and seeds. You tell me (in Spanish, of course) tons of interesting tidbits about worms around the world. You are silly, love to laugh, and daydream about your plans for the future (currently including violin lessons, piano lessons, and getting a dog). You oppose cheese, but eat TONS of anything and everything else.<br /><br />You are still competitive, contemplative, and cautious. When you grow up, you would like to be a Children's Librarian or a Veterinarian. You blush, get giddy, and show tons of interest in any kind of love story... you are probably a little boy-crazy already! Your favorite colors are blue and orange, and although you like jewelry and make-up, you don't prefer super girly stuff. Your weekend attire is always yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt, so you and I match quite often! (Actually that's an understatement. You absolutely insist on wearing "comfy clothes" such as fleece pants, pajama pants, and sweatshirts as much as possible.) You are currently enjoying swimming lessons, but are patiently waiting for the "real deal", which will be ballet in the fall.<br /><br />Basically, Eva, we love you so much and are blessed to be your parents. We're thankful that you are in our family! Happy 6th Birthday!<br /><br />love, Daddy and MommyBeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-54924719181650203312011-04-22T09:30:00.001-05:002011-04-22T09:30:03.835-05:00Food Day Friday: Strawberry PB SmoothiesDid you know that peanut butter and jelly milkshakes were a huge fad in the 1930's? Can you say "Calories!!!"? During my 4th grade homeschooling stint, my mom and I studied the 1930's. For a little fun diversion, we set up a family movie night one Friday evening. We checked out an old fashioned projector and several reels of film from the library. We whipped up some popcorn and dimmed the living room lights. Charlie Chaplin and Fred Astaire lit up the blank living room wall in black and white. The slapstick comedy was totally funny to my elementary brain. Some of the moving pictures even had sound! And then there were the peanut butter and jelly milkshakes... We enjoyed those shakes, and I've often thought of them since. This morning, since we are out of eggs and I didn't plan ahead to soak any grains, it was a smoothie breakfast. It is also a swimming lessons day, so we need protein! No eggs to throw in? Enter peanut butter!
<br /><div align="left">We all really enjoyed this recipe, and I think it would make a fantastic after school snack. Or maybe it would do well frozen as Popsicles for a hot summer afternoon. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596248272109945250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNEbX_xBqjc/TaneJz4BwaI/AAAAAAAAB_0/E0dIFA234tg/s400/april%2B2011%2B012.JPG" />
<br /><div align="center"><strong>Strawberry PB Smoothies</strong></div>
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<br /><div align="center">1 c. raw whole milk</div>
<br /><div align="center">1 c. plain kefir</div>
<br /><div align="center">1/2 c. natural smooth peanut butter</div>
<br /><div align="center">1 T. ground flax seeds</div>
<br /><div align="center">16 frozen strawberries</div>
<br /><div align="center">1/2 t. vanilla extract</div>
<br /><div align="center">optional sweetener to taste (stevia, raw honey, maple syrup, sucanat - I used stevia)</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Throw it all in a blender, mix it up, and enjoy! This recipe seems like it would survive lots of different substitutions, so have fun and try something new :). Serves 4.</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNEbX_xBqjc/TaneJz4BwaI/AAAAAAAAB_0/E0dIFA234tg/s1600/april%2B2011%2B012.JPG">
<br /><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxCKxi1HxB8/TaneFAnHlBI/AAAAAAAAB_s/yEnNrGBBD7Q/s1600/april%2B2011%2B014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596248189629338642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxCKxi1HxB8/TaneFAnHlBI/AAAAAAAAB_s/yEnNrGBBD7Q/s400/april%2B2011%2B014.JPG" /></a>(frozen strawberries and flax meal) </p>
<br /><p align="center">I like this as a nourishing breakfast because, among other things, it supplies lots of the following: fiber, Omega 3 fatty acids, vitamin C, calcium, magnesium, vitamin D, probiotics, and protein.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tNrbEQD5_A/Taneme5kygI/AAAAAAAACAE/DaYX3MMthAc/s1600/april%2B2011%2B016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596248764695497218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tNrbEQD5_A/Taneme5kygI/AAAAAAAACAE/DaYX3MMthAc/s400/april%2B2011%2B016.JPG" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQhgNrZ1LfY/Tanebst7vCI/AAAAAAAAB_8/0ZI2DctB_cs/s1600/april%2B2011%2B019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596248579426204706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQhgNrZ1LfY/Tanebst7vCI/AAAAAAAAB_8/0ZI2DctB_cs/s400/april%2B2011%2B019.JPG" /></a> Happy Healthy Eating!</p></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-36384971035806957572011-04-15T22:25:00.008-05:002011-04-15T23:03:24.402-05:00Young Diego(a) RiveraEva LOVES art, and creating "murals" on our kitchen appliances, windows, and mirrors has been an entertaining winter activity. Eva's cousin Elysa gifted her with these neato <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crayola-LLC-Products-occasions-ASTMD-4236/dp/B004E3K6XA">window crayons</a> at Christmas and they have been thoroughly put to the test. They are much easier to clean than I anticipated and are lasting a long time. I endorse this product. <br /><br />Randomly, one of the most commonly drawn murals has been the solar system. It is never quite the same each time, varying in spelling, size, and alignment. At this age, precision matters little to me. I just love to see curiosity being expressed by our little girls trying to wrap their minds around this big world!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHmArv9axYw/TakSq8u9JtI/AAAAAAAAB_k/S4U9aqMF-n0/s1600/january%2B2011%2B133.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596024541051430610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHmArv9axYw/TakSq8u9JtI/AAAAAAAAB_k/S4U9aqMF-n0/s400/january%2B2011%2B133.JPG" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiMTZXcwH1c/TakSKGGPezI/AAAAAAAAB_U/-j9YCzNa6rc/s1600/january%2B2011%2B128.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596023976629336882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiMTZXcwH1c/TakSKGGPezI/AAAAAAAAB_U/-j9YCzNa6rc/s400/january%2B2011%2B128.JPG" /></a> Translation: the Sun, Jupiter, the Moon, Saturn, the Earth, Venus, and Mars. Considering she spends her whole day learning formal spelling in Spanish, I am very pleased with her attempts at English spelling! <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpFwA_Ug5Qo/TakScCkxgAI/AAAAAAAAB_c/A1Fl7pH7eK0/s1600/january%2B2011%2B134.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596024284921298946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpFwA_Ug5Qo/TakScCkxgAI/AAAAAAAAB_c/A1Fl7pH7eK0/s400/january%2B2011%2B134.JPG" /></a> Watching kids create: yet another reason I LOVE MY JOB!!!Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-7277634733756045542011-04-06T21:42:00.006-05:002011-04-06T22:23:14.511-05:00Spring DaybookToday marked our first day of playing outside for the majority of the day. My eyes are sun scorched as I write this, stinging and watery, as if I'd played one too many rounds of "Marco Polo" on the chlorinated pool floor. It's all good though, reminds me that summer is coming, when almost every day will be a sunshiny, eye scorching. Vitamin D filled adventure. <br /><br />The girls burst into the backyard with heightened senses and well rested imaginations. Hope is mastering our fleet of tricycles, and Eva was slightly ashamed to find out that all of the other neighborhood kindergartners already ride 2-wheelers. Hallelujah- She is asking to learn to ride her bike! Esther is mastering nothing but her one finger walking skills. Although she walks on her own regularly now, she still insists on travelling any distance with a firm grip on one of our fingers. I am impatient and cannot savour this crawling stage any longer (going on 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mths</span>). Get up and run already, kid! <br /><br />Hope's preschool co-op met at our house this morning, and we spent a lovely hour nature walking. Perfect weather, well behaved children, lots to see and explore. I LOVE the curiosity of preschoolers. After pasting pine needles, dried leaves, yarn, bark, and other treasures into little construction paper books, there were still several full bags of pine cones, leaves, rocks, etc. left for play. Esther spent a good 45 minutes of the afternoon on the picnic table, managing her own little science experiment. How many of these objects will fit through the umbrella hole? That's too big- that's too small- wow, that rock falls fast! The small mountain of organic matter under the picnic table speaks to a well spent afternoon of inquiry. <br /><br />The older girls moved to Hawaii, where bikinis are essential. They rolled up their pants and shirts to their chests while Eva sang a little song about a bikini in Spanish. Their Hawaiian homes were constructed of cardboard boxes (left from our bulk food order yesterday) and pine boughs (yes, left from our Christmas tree). Eva was especially pleased with her thatch (pine) roof. Later the cardboard boxes transformed into sailing vessels and they made their maiden voyages to China, Florida, New Mexico, and Guatemala. Hope's British accent gave the whole adventure a very dignified edge, especially when she shouted again and again, "Oh Mother, there is a shark in the water!" Another afternoon well spent. And as Shakespeare said, "All the world's a stage..." <br /><br />I'm thinking garden... a few tulips and daffodils have poked through the mulched leaves. I'll probably pull back their covers tomorrow and hope for the best. No more snow, right!?! We ate strawberry spinach salads with leftover pork two nights in a row. Salad feels gloriously like summer. <br /><br />Girls fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow tonight, and I am ready for the same. <br /><br />Welcome back sunshine!Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-76750194441422400892011-03-20T23:11:00.003-05:002011-03-20T23:52:15.671-05:00Thoughts on LentWe've never celebrated Lent with much intensity around here. I recall in high school possibly trying to "give something up" for Lent, and maybe I did something similar when we were first married. This year, however, I am in the midst of a Lent journey. We aren't doing special readings or following a Lenten calendar, but I have been inspired to fast from something. Also, as a friend insightfully pointed out, you can't put something off and not put something on in it's place. So, I am also trying to "put on", welcoming Him.<br /><br />It's not that I'm using Lent as a habit making or habit breaking, 40 day crash diet. No, this time around, I see Lent as an opportunity to explore my cravings and my longings. I want to be <em>hungry</em> for Christ and immeasurably grateful on the day that we celebrate his glorious resurrection. In my mind, each time I chose to meditate on Christ and his sufferings, I am inching closer to that happy Sunday morning. I am making a deposit of yearning in the joy tank of my soul. I have another opportunity to die to self and live to Christ, saying "I need YOU." As my yearnings, longings, cravings, hungers increase over a short 40 days time, I am believing that the Holy Spirit will come and transform desires into ache for Him, the crucified one. <br /><br />You see, I am simple, sinful, addicted. After the long list of synonyms used above, you might be led to believe that I'm really suffering, making myself battle with basic needs in the hope of enlightenment. No, it's much simpler than that. All I'm saying "no" to is sweets, desserts, sugar treats. But however simple and silly that may be, I'm opening the window of my soul to say "yes" to more of Him. <br /><br />Although it hasn't been a monumental struggle, I have been spent at times. And the needy one cries out to God, saying "More! Please. I need you." Can there possibly be a better place to find yourself? I am enjoying saying "no", believing that the Father says "yes! I will fill you. I will help you. I am."<br /><br />Eva mulled it over and decided to give up arguing. She has had to plead with her sister to stop inciting her to anger for the sake of her fast. It is a beautiful thing to see her desperate, and ultimately longing for the help of the Holy Spirit. We yearn together and talk together. <br /><br />Most of the time, I am happy to not be eating sweets. Anyway, my brain is less foggy this way and my energy more even through the day. But each time I say, "I need you", I am looking forward to Easter. Forward to victory, to resurrection, to the day when we shall see Him face to face. Longing is good for me. <br /><br />Here is <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2011/03/why-do-lent-why-a-failing-lent-actually-succeeds-a-booklist/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+HolyExperience+%28Holy+Experience%29&utm_content=Google+Reader">my inspiration </a>to fast this year.<br />Elizabeth writes a <a href="http://www.elizabethfoss.com/reallearning/2011/03/remain-in-me-as-i-remain-in-you-just-as-a-branch-cannot-bear-fruit-on-its-own-unless-it-remains-on-the-vine-so-neither-can.html">compelling tale</a>.<br /><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2011/03/the-real-fast-of-lent-for-wretched-mama-i-am/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+HolyExperience+%28Holy+Experience%29&utm_content=Google+Reader">Ann's words </a>simultaneously sting and sweetly heal.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-76451249866607425032011-03-16T12:36:00.000-05:002011-03-16T12:36:00.489-05:00Wordless Wednesday: 424 Days and Counting (but almost done!)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj9fxB_oi3I/TYAlTpiKe6I/AAAAAAAAB_E/d9LmKxyMpy4/s1600/march%2B2011%2B002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584504557436304290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj9fxB_oi3I/TYAlTpiKe6I/AAAAAAAAB_E/d9LmKxyMpy4/s400/march%2B2011%2B002.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584504475390058722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAVB3KbqFIQ/TYAlO340IOI/AAAAAAAAB-8/YbpKBKSTnBU/s400/march%2B2011%2B003.JPG" /> <div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584504405459366450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg4qkczLf1U/TYAlKzYCcjI/AAAAAAAAB-0/7hLtInEGz9U/s400/march%2B2011%2B004.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584504344706399762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMrUxnR0HRg/TYAlHRDZvhI/AAAAAAAAB-s/YBzyfxd6CRU/s400/march%2B2011%2B005.JPG" /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-17796067141578611982011-03-15T16:45:00.001-05:002011-03-15T16:45:00.343-05:00More deep things***this is a <a href="http://insideoutbecca.blogspot.com/2011/03/going-little-bit-deeper-than-stroller.html">continued post</a>***<br /><br /><br />The moments continued. There were other words, other Scripture, other prayers. The Holy Spirit was moving in and out and between his people, allowing us a brief taste of the joys of paradise forever with Him. Allowing us to see Jesus better.<br /><br /><br />It came to me again, "We are small." Then the picture became clearer. Ecclesiastes. Life is meaningless. There is nothing new under the sun. We are small.<br /><blockquote>"He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity<br />in the hearts of men; <em>yet they cannot fathom what God has done from<br />beginning to end</em>." (vs. 3:11)<br /><br /></blockquote>He loves us. We are small. he is BIG. He wraps us into his story. His redemptive story, which we cannot fathom. We are running after perfect houses, coordinating swimming lessons schedules, fluoride free toothpaste, matching picture-day outfits, new bathrooms. He is writing an epic story, transcending space and time, starting before the foundation of the world, the destination: HIM. I am undone.<br /><br />I spend all of Friday and Saturday in my head. Thinking, feeling, yearning. I want to understand! Why is it so important that I know that He loves me? Do I know that? Do I feel that? I feel blessed. Refreshed. Fortified. The Holy Spirit's presence and surprise giftings excite me. I am exhausted still, but I cannot nap. I can only think. pray. read more of His Word. I am drawn, the Holy Spirit is working in me, drawing me closer. I can't explain this longing for more. It is not natural to me. It is otherworldly... a taste of Glory.<br /><br />Sunday morning brings family conflict and struggle. It also brings peace. In the presence of other believers, I feel rest. I let the words of the songs swell and wash over me. I watch my girl earnestly singing next to me, fighting to keep pace with young reading skills. She knows. She prays each night into her pillow, "Thank you for loving me, even when I disobey you." She has childlike faith. She knows she is small.<br /><br />Our dear friend and pastor stands to preach his final sermon. With trembling voice, he begins to share his parting words for us. If he were to share just one thing, this is it. <blockquote>"For I decided to know nothing among you except Christ and Him crucified." (1<br />Corinthians 2:2). </blockquote>He moves on to share the meat of his message from <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20corinthians%205&version=ESV">2 Corinthians 5</a>. Several bullet points, but I was unable to take any notes. For 45 minutes he gave fresh words to stale truths- I am calloused to the glory of the gospel! The righteousness of God, the wrath of God, the redeemed sinner, the ministry of reconciliation. The greatest weight of the sermon was on this point though, <blockquote>"For our sake he made him to be sin, who knew no sin, so that in him we<br />might become the righteousness of God." (2 Cor. 5:21)</blockquote><br />And I was undone again. I sat next to my husband, tears falling on both of our cheeks. We're shaking. My view of my sin must be great. The view of Christ must be greater still! Again, "He. loves. us. We are small. He gave his son for us."<br /><br />We stand with the congregation at the end singing, "Jesus Messiah. Name above all Names. Blessed Redeemer. Emmanuel. Rescue for Sinners. Ransom from Heaven. Jesus Messiah. Lord of All." Arms outstretched. Steady tears falling. Gasping for air. I am wrecked by this love. He has come hard after me in only a few short days. Why me? How can I know HIM more? How will he make me, small, wretched sinner, "the righteousness of God"? Why does he love us so?<br /><br />All is grace.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-60098360384517407222011-03-14T22:57:00.005-05:002011-03-20T23:11:09.539-05:00Going a little bit deeper than "stroller derby"I want to write about what God's been doing in my heart. But it's deep, and it's personal, and it's so important that I am afraid to write. Afraid the words will come out wrong. Or maybe they won't come at all. Or perhaps it will be one of those posts that just rambles on with no clear direction or cohesiveness. In this moment it's a risk I'm willing to take, so please bear with me. I blog because I think in narrative. It is good for me to put my stories out there, no matter what sort of quality my writing might be. This post has been writing itself in my head for a few days now, and I must let it live.<br /><br />I've been reading good books lately and thinking about important things. Soul work. I am slowly softened, continually regenerated. The Holy Spirit comes and guides me, purposefully it seems, to the stuff I need to hear, need to read, need to savour. This past week, a new wind began to blow in my devotions. Tuesday night (Wednesday morning, really), I sat with glazed eyes and watched Eric and Aaron play their 1,000th game of Tetris that night. It wasn't mind numbing though- real conversation was happening. The men were talking, building each other up, this is the technology-age take on sitting in the boat fishin' and talkin' about nothin'. You know how guys have to DO something to bond. Anyway, finally Aaron announced that he really needed to go. He had to get up early for Ecclesiastes, to read it. He said, "It's kind of blowing my mind." I asked why, and he told me.<br /><br />Next morning, I was sucked into Ecclesiastes too. Solomon had done it all. He was the wisest man to ever live. The richest man in the land, he travelled the known world and tried it all: women, food, drink, adventure, power, insight, pleasure. His final word on all of it- "There is nothing new under the sun." Ultimately, life is a breath. In the end, we all die. In the end, your Nobel Peace Prize is going to rot. Your banking empire will be handed down to someone who will squander it. Even your lifelong investment in training and loving your own children may be all for naught. Again and again, Solomon declares "This too is meaningless."<br /><br />Slowly, so slowly I was getting a picture. A feeling. Ecclesiastes compelled me. Instead of feeling disheartened and despairing by the "meaningless" state of life, I was stable, steady, at peace. Wednesday morning, Thursday morning, I read and read. I drank in the repetitive nature of the book,<br /><blockquote>"Whatever is has already been, and what will be has been before; and God will<br />call the past to account." (vs. 3:15)</blockquote>Thursday evening, we travelled to small group. It was "full group", and the plan was for extended prayer time. I considered my week, full of late nights and early mornings (Ecclesiastes included), and thought I might actually fall asleep for extended prayer time. I arrived nauseated with exhaustion and car sickness. But joyful. Joyful in the fellowship of other believers, trusting that God was there.<br /><br />Extended prayer time wasn't fatiguing. There were heartfelt petitions for employment, healing, refreshing. Tears were poured and hearts were laid bare, desiring more. More from God, would the Holy Spirit come and meet us? A Brother believed that God was giving him a tongue for the Body. Yes, <em>that</em>. Speaking in tongues at a small group. I'd never heard it before, but I *we* believe that it isn't outside the realm of possibility. We are open, and so we prayed and invited the Holy Spirit and all His giftings, including discernment.<br /><br />He prayed and we listened, silently asking for interpretation. Willing, but travelling uncharted waters. Like a child who looks to their parent, "Is this OK dad? I've never done this before.", looking for the assuring smile and nod from Father. I sensed that more was coming. The Holy Spirit was moving, washing through the room, coming over me with warm pressure. Scared, dependent, shaking, on the edge of a precipice of faith. We're not used to following. It still feels scary, bringing an unfamiliar rush. This feeling is distantly familiar, but it makes the breath catch in my throat each time. Then the interpretation came, <blockquote>"He wants us to know that He loves us. He loves us. We are<br />small. But He loves us. He. gave. his. own. son. for us. He<br />loves us."</blockquote><br />That was my voice, my tears. Those words were forced out, not by me. They had to be spoken. God was giving us a gift. My heart was stabbed through deeply. He wants to tell me that He loves me? That's it? Then in a moment of revelation, "It's that important that I we know that He loves us. And that we are <em>small</em> ." He gave the gift of a tongue and an interpretation to an unlikely audience. His message is important. I was struck through with the weight of this moment. A moment when, and just for a moment, we transcended the line between space and time, the mundane reality always at our fingertips and the invisible spiritual plane of glorification.<br /><br />***to be continued***<br /><br />***EDIT: After this post was read by a number of people who are far more educated than myself, my Senior Pastor pointed out that what I thought was the gift of interpretation of a tongue was probably the gift of prophesy instead. This doesn't make the evening less meaningful or negate the message. The only reason I post this edit is to help other believers deepen their understanding of the spiritual gifts and develop sound theology. Here is what my small group leader wrote in an email on this subject-<br /><br /><blockquote><p>Becca Pat's words after the tongue was spoken was not an interpretation of the tongue, it was a gift of prophecy. How do we know that's true? If you read through 1 Corinthians 14:13-19, it describes the gift of tongues: "I will sing praise with my spirit....give thanks with your spirit". Reading directly from my notes from the Holy Spirit Seminar 2 months ago: "What are tongues? Speech directed towards God. Prayer or praise or thanksgiving to God.... The interpretation will always be prayer or praise or thanks to God. If not, it is not an interpretation."</p><blockquote><br />Just thought I should clarify. Grace to you all!***</blockquote></blockquote>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-89902963591578218722011-03-13T21:08:00.000-05:002011-03-13T23:06:16.890-05:00Stroller Derby VideoWe keep joking that Old Man Winter has been on speed (a few have suggested Cialis) through the entire season this year. It has snowed, even just a little, every single day for months now. We have blind corners at every turn, narrow streets, tunnel-like sidewalks, "ice dam" seems to be the word of the day (every day), and the hems of our jeans have permanent salt lines inching higher and higher. I inwardly scoff when the girls check the calendar each day to confirm, "Yes, only 16 more days until Spring!" Spring storms in Minnesota are some of the worst.<br /><br />The girls get outside often, but some days it is just too darn cold. Today it wasn't that cold, so Eva and Hope, in a sudden, rowdy fit of excitement burst through the front door. They ran up and down the sidewalk and around the side of the house wearing only socks and a single layer of indoor clothing. Eva, in a dress, even had bare legs. I didn't care. I just hollered out the door, "Come inside when you get cold!" They lasted a good three or four minutes...<br /><br />Anyway, the video I am including here is to prove several things:<br /><br />1. Happiness is an older sister who adores you.<br />2. Noise levels reach record heights immediately preceding bedtime.<br />3. Small houses have a surprisingly large capacity for fun.<br />4. Parents really do slack off on the rules the more kids they have. (In the name of good stewardship and safety, Eva and Hope were NEVER allowed in the doll stroller.)<br />5. I may have completely lost my marbles.<br />6. Esther's lack of walking ambition may be fueled by the obvious display of charity.<br />7. Spring (Real Spring, that is) couldn't come soon enough.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwMKPXIzzRIotnqLfg_FiaPcKAOm6EKQe-NKqQtQPt6IrQII_A3aQiYhRRFq7OzC0BlQtvzcB-r0xuibl6OjA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-54506696893363947402011-03-11T17:12:00.010-06:002011-03-11T22:29:21.890-06:00Food Day Friday: When Frugal is Top Dog<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdhSn1lDhHg/TXrz6bE2DrI/AAAAAAAAB-k/vE7IZVCU6FE/s1600/march%2B2011%2B022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583042873105190578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdhSn1lDhHg/TXrz6bE2DrI/AAAAAAAAB-k/vE7IZVCU6FE/s400/march%2B2011%2B022.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <em>(spare me the examination of my dishpan hands. Also, I already knew that I had blue pen on my fingers. Thanks for keeping me in the light!)</em></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="left">I recently got an email from a friend (you know who you are!) who said, "I need to be inspired again to live frugally and also how to keep living in a smaller home... I would love to get together and see how you're doing."</div><div align="left"><br />She stole the words right out of my mouth! Also, two follow-up comments:</div><div align="left"><br />1. Aren't we all trying to <em>have</em> it all on a budget that can't <em>afford</em> it all?!?</div><div align="left"><br />2. Even those who live in modest homes come to our house and magically feel like they own a mansion. And we're happy (sort of) to provide that service to any of you! </div><div align="left"><br />I was actually thinking about frugality in the kitchen this week, so here's one small way that I am pinching pennies: Cake mixes. And not just any cake mixes, the Holiday Funfetti cake mixes that were $.11 each after Christmas. I also grabbed several cans of premixed frosting (retro 70's green) for $.17 each. I thought to myself that I must, must, must (!) be able to find something to do with these for that price.</div><div align="left"><br />Now, I have to suspend my cake mix excitement for just a moment and offer this disclaimer. It is abnormal for us to eat boxed food. I don't recommend it. I don't like it. I'll go so far as to say, I <em>loathe</em> it. But, how many times have you been asked to bring a dessert or bars or cookies to some event? More than likely, you will bring your offering and never see it's ugly mug again. More than likely, you are feeding hoards of starving pubescent boys that don't care one bit about the ingredient list. They're the ones who hover around the potluck table and take several pieces of dessert in each hand, inhaling them before you can say, "Artificial food coloring" three times fast. This is the cake mix's moment to shine! </div><div align="left"><br />Personally, I'm saving my meager grocery budget to be spent on real food for more intimate hospitality or my own family's consumption. I'm not trying to be selfish or set a double standard here, it's just that age old balancing act- quality vs. cost. Let's face it, dessert ingredients can be quite expensive: real cream, butter, chocolate, berries, nuts, cream cheese... not the most frugal of characters. Sure, I love to splurge on them for a birthday party or a special night with friends, but not. the. potluck. </div><div align="left"><br />And, as it turns out the cake mixes have come in handy often! The whole "funfetti" thing has not been a hindrance since I just omit those little red and green Christmas trees. Without the funfetti, I'm left with a white cake mix that has become many things: Superbowl party cupcakes (frosted in the retro green with piped white goal posts), baby shower cupcakes (I dyed them blue and pink with contrasting frosting... gender confusion), peach dump cake, and tonight <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Cake-Balls/Detail.aspx?prop31=2">cake balls</a>. The cake balls were especially satisfying to me because I used both the cake mix and the premixed frosting in one sitting- the green frosting easily translated to St. Patrick's day. Apparently people really like cake balls, and Eva and Hope really like to help make them. But here's my dirty little secret- I think they're kinda gross. Personal preferences aside, refreshments for Arts Night at church were something out of the ordinary and really easy on the budget. </div><div align="left"></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IdOOXdOPVWU/TXrzDZVs1zI/AAAAAAAAB-c/78KuWSDHgg4/s1600/march%2B2011%2B028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583041927746213682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IdOOXdOPVWU/TXrzDZVs1zI/AAAAAAAAB-c/78KuWSDHgg4/s400/march%2B2011%2B028.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, that's my frugal dessert tip, friends! Watch for cheap cake mixes (couponing or after Easter) and be a little creative.</span> </span>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-34108037379602276142011-03-09T10:55:00.002-06:002011-03-09T16:37:50.286-06:00Wordless Wednesday: A quiet moment<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_2pKSGWBuY/TXEa7cCqmjI/AAAAAAAAB80/78PefVA_fgI/s1600/february%2B2011%2B021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580271021730732594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_2pKSGWBuY/TXEa7cCqmjI/AAAAAAAAB80/78PefVA_fgI/s400/february%2B2011%2B021.JPG" /></a>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-10888697947108529492011-03-07T11:23:00.001-06:002011-03-07T14:05:07.073-06:00UTAH!In January, Eric and I took a special trip to Park City, Utah to chill with our friends David and Beth Anderson. We were gone for 6 days with no kids! It was a hard decision to go since we hadn't really envisioned spending money this way and because it was a long time away from the kids. I'm so glad we went though! There is more to tell about this trip than I have time for blogging, so I'm just going to throw out a few happy pictures.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suQRmYw-uFM/TXEin34Y0AI/AAAAAAAAB9s/c8Y-KiLglgo/s1600/january%2B2011%2B014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580279481699454978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suQRmYw-uFM/TXEin34Y0AI/AAAAAAAAB9s/c8Y-KiLglgo/s400/january%2B2011%2B014.JPG" /> </a>We skied, quite a lot. Two days of downhill skiing and one day of cross country. As you can see, Beth is mega preggers, so she was not allowed on downhill skis. David and Beth humbly (and patiently) invited me to teach them the basics of cross country skiing, and they caught on quickly! Cross country is a great workout for a gestating mama!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580278994419048018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3f_00x7ZGk/TXEiLgnr3lI/AAAAAAAAB9c/St1TrelFXnc/s400/january%2B2011%2B018.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580278883203471874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9q7P_bQGMSw/TXEiFCT02gI/AAAAAAAAB9U/_7pxCTP81gk/s400/january%2B2011%2B020.JPG" />Basically, it was 5 degrees in Minneapolis, and 35 degrees in Utah the whole time. It was paradise. The sun on my fair skin felt as good as a Triple Chocolate Coconut Raspberry Entirely Decadent dessert on my tongue. (I have a good imagination for things like dessert, and I really love sunshine). <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580278616020532514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iP1PRakL9pI/TXEh1e-cvSI/AAAAAAAAB9M/d2M6pRAgRy8/s400/january%2B2011%2B017.JPG" />David (certified ski instructor) very generously spent most of two days teaching Eric to downhill ski. Although he is still struggling a bit, David dun good! Eric can remain in control at all times and actually wants to continue learning the skills. While they taught and learned and skied a bit together, and while Beth ran all our errands and cooked our food (thanks Mom!), I explored the resort solo. It was fun and exhilarating and challenging and refreshing!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLei3_BJARY/TXU4uC8HPSI/AAAAAAAAB90/8wliAPHHwaE/s1600/january%2B2011%2B008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581429676909739298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLei3_BJARY/TXU4uC8HPSI/AAAAAAAAB90/8wliAPHHwaE/s400/january%2B2011%2B008.JPG" /></a>Then we met up and did a few runs together. David and I also got to (recklessly) ski together a bit, allowing me to ski some new runs with a companion. David also evaluated my skiing a bit and helped me to start unlearning some bad habits and catch on to some new tricks. I can't wait to hit the slopes again and practice!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580278009692668770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dlO_IFYfKlc/TXEhSMOnw2I/AAAAAAAAB88/1XtEKZz80qg/s400/january%2B2011%2B007.JPG" />When we weren't skiing, we were settling Catan, talking politics, eating delicious food, talking economics, watching Sundance films, talking A Capella, sleeping in, talking parenting, hot tubbing, talking science, looking for Eric's lost _______ (fill in the blank), talking religion, cooking, talking Jesus, gleaning Sundance freebies, talking major life decisions, and talking some more. It was a sweet time!<br /><p>Thanks D & B for convincing us to make the trip, and of course taking great care of us! </p>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057630112708404397.post-11505266474505974972011-03-02T22:18:00.015-06:002011-03-03T21:05:54.729-06:00Esther Follow-Up<div align="center">Life With Baby Esther sped away at breakneck speed last week and has left us welcoming a new BFF, Life With a Toddler #3.<br /><br />Literally moments after posting about Esther a few weeks ago, after declaring that she "refuses to walk" and "demands to be carried", I found myself clapping and cheering wildly for Esther's first few seconds of unassisted standing. Believe me, at almost 17 months, the whole house was ready to celebrate. We encouraged Esther to share her trick with any and every person to pass through our doors, and sure enough by day 2 of standing, she decided to take a few steps. Now just to be clear, that was about 2 weeks ago, and there is currently no running, jumping, ball-kicking toddler emerging yet...<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But, she does decide to walk a few steps every once in a while. Esther's personal philosophy is becoming quite clear in regard to walking: slow and steady wins the race! To date, she enjoys standing for praise and when she forgets that she is doing it. She walks also for praise, and occasionally if she only needs two or three steps between stabilizing objects. Her longest walk so far was about 8 feet, probably 10 steps or so. With the other two girls, I declared them to be walking on the day they took their first steps. For Eva that was on her first birthday, and for Hope it was near the end of 13 months. This time around though... I'm waiting to announce that Esther is a walker (though it would've been 16 months) until she really moves... which I'm hoping is before her second birthday :). </div><p align="center">Anyway, the toddlerhood explosion continued all last week. Suddenly I realized that Esther likes to feed herself with a fork and a spoon. I also realized that she easily forgoes the morning nap (if I had been paying attention, I would've realized that she was playing in her crib for most of it anyway). By the end of the week, she was "lovingly" loading a baby doll into her doll stroller and taking all kinds of trips around the house (and NOT on all fours!). </p><p align="center">I took her to the doctor last week for a well-baby check, and I was actually surprised by several things. I thought she was a puny runt, but it turns out she is solidly in the 50th percentile. I also thought she was probably a little delayed across the board with development. On the contrary, as I filled out one of those developmental milestone questionnaires,<br />I was able to circle every skill up to 21 months. Of course, I laughed out loud at the thought of Esther kicking a ball, so I (obviously) didn't circle "running", "walking", or "kicking a ball". Her doctor, who we absolutely adore and love to recommend to others, thought she looked great and chided me for having any concerns about the lack of walking in light of her other normal growth. </p><p align="center">Once I stopped to think (and blog) about Esther's words, I started to remember and notice many more than I thought she had. To add to my previous list: (sorry it is double spaced. Blogger and I fight. A lot.)</p><p align="center">sock</p><p align="center">light</p><p align="center">boll (ball)</p><p align="center">babo (baby)</p><p align="center">up</p><p align="center"></ALIGN="LEFT">noh(nose)</p><p align="center">eye</p><p align="center">guk (yuck, in relation to poopy diapers)</p><p align="center">meow</p><p align="center"></ align="left">moo</p><p align="center">quack</p><p align="center"></ align="left">neigh</p><p align="center"></ALIGN="LEFT">bah</p><p align="center">tickl (tickle)</p><p align="center"></ align="left">Brrr </p><p align="center">Sno (snow)<br />col (cold, we DO live in Minnesota)</p><p align="center"><align="left">bana (banana)</p><p align="center">chiz (cheese)</p><p align="center">poo boo (peekaboo)</p><p align="left"><br />Esther has a very special relationship with Eva lately, but that will have to be for another post. For now, I am pleased to introduce our official TODDLER!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579739296189934098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ118BQN3hQ/TW83U8CwahI/AAAAAAAAB8s/0m1lg1B55Jg/s400/february%2B2011%2B015.JPG" border="0" />Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12750343393724423780noreply@blogger.com2