I am not a “self-made woman"

        Nope. I realized this today while I was putting the potatoes in the oven for dinner. What did you have for dinner? I recommend roasted potatoes with a side of contemplation. 

 Sometimes people ask me about having four kids - four very little kids. How do I do it? How do I survive? The thing is, I have learned how to do it (rather imperfectly) along the way. It’s not that I possess some sort of quality that had “mom of many” written all over it. Goodness. There was I time, I am sorry to say, I thought “stay at home mom” was a job for those with no ambition. There was a time when I was convinced I would get to just live my own life without even so much as a husband to worry about. And, then it all changed. Scott came along, and I knew he was supposed to be a part of the future I had pictured alone. And, then the kiddos... We both decided that if we were going to do the kid thing we wanted to give them a decent sized family. We definitely didn’t plan on having them this close together, though. Eventually, when we realized we had no control over spacing, we just threw our hands in the air and ran with it. And, I learned along the way how to do it. If you think I must have had it together before, just talk to my mom. I was the space cadet kid. Seriously, I was the one who always forgot to do my homework. I didn’t like wasting my time with things like bathing or cleaning my room. Organization was a foreign concept. I was a person of deep emotion and creativity with ZERO bend for sorting out the details of life. Easily distracted, messy, yep all of that. Not exactly what you would call “mom material.” 

An art teacher once said that not taking an art class because you “aren’t a very good draw-er” is like not taking French class because you aren’t already fluent. That is exactly how I have come to think about parenting. Most of the people who are concerned enough to worry about whether they are “ready” or whether they are doing it right, are probably as good to go as you can get. Parenting is education emersion. I am not the mom I was with just one or two kids. I am not the person I was when it was just me and Scott. They have taught me. God has taught me. I have learned along the way how to keep immunization cards in one spot. I have learned how to keep the house clean, because when you have four little hurricanes, you just need some visual calm now and then, Amen? I have figured out how to think about dinner in the afternoon (most days) so that I am not trying to figure out what to feed people when 6:00 rolls around. Some times I even think ahead enough to make a menu for the week and to *gasp* write a grocery list based on that. Thinking about myself doing any of these is like having an out of body experience. It’s like I am watching this version of me from a distance wondering what in the world happened. Where did that come from? This was me with the potatoes tonight. I looked around my home at a moment when the kids happened to be relatively calm and engaged in something, the floor was swept and mopped, the dishes were mostly done, the counter was clean, bread was rising in my kitchenaid, dinner was bubbling away in the crock pot and I was in the middle of saying to myself, “Okay, dinner will be done in exactly 20 minutes when these get out of the oven.” And, then I was like, “Whoa...who is this?! Where did Martha Stewart come from?" There are just certain things you learn by doing. Necessity is the mother of invention...and organization.. and juggling skills... and who knows what else. 

      With God’s help and some surrendering to the plans He had for me, I have learned things I never would have thought myself capable of - either of doing or loving. And, now I am wondering what I would have done if I had stubbornly continued to try and “make myself”. I guess I know.  I have done my share of wandering through the fog, and fallen into many a pit along the way. Maybe I would have found some sort of level ground eventually. I probably would have stuck with what I knew, though, focused on what I was already good at, let the fear of failure keep me from trying anything outside my box, and never learned that I could be taught to do things far beyond the scope of my imagination. 

Doing this job, this thing I once thought to be so small and insignificant, has been the biggest learning experience of my life. Right now I know this; (though, I might need a reminder tomorrow) surrender is worth it. Teachability is good. Being wiling to say, “I don’t have it all figured out right now” is invaluable, because it leaves you open. Unfortunately, this is not me every moment of every day. I wish it was. I wish I took every unexpected bend in the road with grace and dignity. I wish I didn’t complain so easily when the house was all but flipped upside down and when I can’t find that piece of paper I NEED RIGHT NOW. But, I have more learning to do. I just love that every now and then God gives me a little present in the form of a snapshot - a frozen moment of perspective where I can hold up the me I have become to the me that I used to be and just let my jaw fall to the ground in disbelief. It’s like He is reminding me, even when I feel like I am going backwards or trudging through the muck up to my knees, I am still making progress. It’s worth it to keep at it and to keep hold of His hand. 

The Gospel and Parenting

Scott and I were talking the other day. Kids, parenting, God... Just mulling over some issues and trying to figure out the right way to deal with them. Parenting is just hard and the issues we face are not always predictable. 

I think if you asked any parent if they expected their kids the be perfect, they would obviously say, “no.” Somehow, though, I still always find myself a little caught off guard by their issues. They have a problem, or exhibit some undesirable behavior and my mind starts up the train...

Am I doing something wrong?

Where is this coming from? 

Where did they learn that?

What were they thinking?

How do I stop this?

Didn’t they learn the last time?

Am I doing the discipline thing wrong?

I had a bit of a revelation talking to Scott about all this a couple days ago. Obviously, I don’t expect our kids to be perfect, but I often find myself operating like they started that way. On a practical level I view them as little clean slates that pick up things from their environment. After all, they develop our mannerisms and repeat what they hear others say, they react to frustration and fear and stress the way I do... They are very effective little mirrors of the world around them and it is easy to think it is just that simple. If that is all there is too it, then it is reasonable to think, if I could just control their environment well enough, they would never have a problem. Expose them to church, guard them from bad influences, never lose my cool in front of them. *Voila!* Perfect kid!

This how many of us operate. And, in my limited experience, it makes the job harder. I am always a failure when I think this way, because every little issue, every bad habit, every misspoken word is a direct result of what I have let in the door. (Of course, to a certain extent I get to blame other people too.)

If we really stop and think about it, this is an overly simplified and inadequate way of looking at anyone. Outside influence is only part of the picture. If we really believe the Bible, we understand that people come with issues too. Ever notice that you don’t have to teach a newborn how to stick the bottom lip out when they’re sad? Or, for that matter, how to cry? A toddler instinctively knows how to throw a fit or how to grab for the toy they want. When they get older, no one has to teach them how to fight with a sibling or how to lie when they are about to get in trouble. My kids have never seen Scott or I get in a physical fight with anyone, but they definitely know how to do it anyway. Blame comes naturally. Selfishness is intuitive. These and more a built into the human condition. The Bible calls it the “sin nature”. It is inherited. It is how we are all predisposed to act until something intervenes. Scott reminded me of this when we were talking. It’s not that I am a failure when my kids act up or even that there is something horribly out of the ordinary going on. It’s that the most natural part of who they are is coming out. And, just as a side note, the flawed nature they inherit is all of humanity’s, but also specifically mine and Scott’s. 

This changes everything. Thinking about myself, there are things I have been able to learn. Life has taught me, a naturally somewhat unorganized person, to be organized. I have learned how to keep track of my house and our finances, doctors appointment and dance classes... After a long, long struggle I was able to quit the nasty habit I had of biting my nails. My parents taught me through discipline, about appropriate and inappropriate ways to address other people, etc. Anyone can learn to an extent how to function reasonably in society and the world. There are however, certain things that I have never been able to overcome on my own. For some reason, it’s the deeper stuff, like how to not be overwhelmed with fear, how to trust, how to not be self focused, how to cope with pain without using an addiction as a numbing agent. My deepest flaws and weaknesses are where I was at a total loss. It is in those places where resolve, and even discipline, does absolutely nothing. Don’t believe me? Think about the last time you heard a story where someone couldn’t “straighten up” or “figure it out”, even when they were literally in the gutter, or when there were kids to think of. There are places we can go where there is no Earthly help, internal or external. And, remarkably, it is in those places where we are in the best position to meet God.  

Most of us who attempt to raise our children with an awareness of God and a sense of truth instinctively fall back on behavior modification, myself included. We teach morality to our kids by exposing them to a Biblical worldview. But, without an encounter with the Creator, it is just that. A worldview. A standard for living. And, look at what it requires: holiness, wisdom, self control... If we think it’s really doable, we need only look things like the definition of love in 1 Corinthians 13. It is all impossible for anyone! If exposure to the worldview is all they ever get, we are setting them up to be fakes and failures. 

What would it look like, though, if I wasn’t so caught of guard by my kids acting out of their natural sinful nature? What if I remembered where it was that I first met God - really met Him? How I was desperate and broken and out of strength. Scott and I were talking over all of these things and he said something that blew me away. It is not our job as parents to just control behavior. Yes, teach them a standard, expose them to truth, protect them from unnecessary bad influences... But, more than all of that, our kids need to see, through our own transparency, what dependence on God looks like. To say to them, “Daddy, has a hard time with that too, and I have to ask God for help because I can’t fix me by myself.” I have watched him have this conversation with our daughter before. At 6&1/2 she is already acutely aware of her own inability. There have been so many times when we have asked her why she hit her sister or didn’t listen to us and she just says, “I don’t know. I just cant stop myself.” How true. Now to stop myself from responding with, “Yes, you can.” There are certain things that discipline can teach people. Moments like that, however, teach us where the limit of our strength is. 

Isn’t that the whole point of the Gospel anyway? Paul says in 2 Corinthians 12:9, “But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” I want my kids to know God, not just how they measure up to an impossible standard. The difficulty for me, is in accepting that He will meet them in their weakness, because...well... I just don’t want them to have any. 

Any Christian who has been in the church long enough can point out what is supposed to be the the difference between our belief and what every other religion out there teaches. Our Bible tells us,“Indeed, there is no one on earth who is righteous, no one who does what is right and never sins. “There is not one righteous. Not one.” (Ecc 7:20) Our weakness and insufficiency is detailed everywhere in scripture. In Romans 3:20-22 we learn, “Therefore no one will be declared righteous in God’s sight by the works of the law; rather, through the law we become conscious of our sin. But now apart from the law the righteousness of God has been made known, to which the Law and the Prophets testify.  This righteousness is given through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe.” This is it! This is what sets Christ apart. While all the other religions of the world teach us to climb the impossible road to God ourselves, the Bible tell us Christ did it for us! 

And, as for living every day, Jesus said, “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.” (John 15:5) 

Sorry about all the bold print, but shouldn’t this message, though we struggle to embrace it ourselves, be part of how we raise our kids? I asked Scott what he thought we should do and his answer was, in so many words, to be real with them. Be imperfect in front of them (or at least admit to it because we know they see it anyway). Be visibly dependent on God in front of them, and don’t be above apologizing to them. I think he’s right. How can we teach them the gospel of grace and unmerited favor, if we treat them like it is well within their ability to pull themselves together? We have to live the Gospel. Not just preach it. 

I don’t think this is easy. I admit my kids are still small and their problems are relatively small too. We haven’t done this before and we only know what we have walked through in our own lives. Even as I write this I am a bit overwhelmed by what a big responsibility it is...how complicated it gets. I’m feeling like I’m going to have to tattoo this one all over me to remember it the next time I am reacting to something they do. But, there is hope I think. For one, I can be just as dependent on God for this as for everything else. He knows how utterly incapable I am, anyway. And for another, if the closest inherited issues they have are mine and Scott’s, then we are very uniquely equipped to show them how God broke through those things in our own lives. I’m sure they will face other things too, but maybe if we are faithful to teach them to trust and depend with the small things now, they won’t forget it later.  

Trust your heart...

           I can’t even count how many times I have heard this. It is one of our culture’s favorite slogans. And, it seeps into me as well. As a Christian, I should dismiss it as utter garbage. Really, as a basis for decision making, our hearts are horrible guides. I heard a Dee Brestin on the radio this week and she said something I have not stopped thinking about since. She said our hearts are “idol making factories”. It is not that we come to Christ and are immediately perfected. There is a process called sanctification where we learn how to deliver our flesh to the cross. It is a struggle. One that takes the power of God in us to overcome. While on this earth we have to keep our eyes fixed or they will wander. It is so easy for us to get distracted. Honestly, I feel like I forget about the battle sometimes. It is easy to think I make right decisions just because... well... I’m a Christian. It sounds incredibly self-righteous to word it that plainly, but I think it’s true. I say a quick prayer in the direction of what my heart wants and then go ahead and make the decision I wanted to. No searching out the will of God or returning to the Word or listening to sound council... What I have really done is followed my heart instead of my Lord. Right?  And, then we wonder where He is and why it all ended so wrong. Here is why...

Jeremiah 17:9
The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?

Genesis 4:7

...sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it.

Psalm 40:12

For troubles without number surround me; my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see. They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails within me.

Psalm 19:12

But who can discern their own errors? Forgive my hidden faults.

1Peter 5:8
Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.

Our hearts are so overwhelming at times. They are strong inside of us. Our emotions threaten to overtake us at times with any number of things...depression, grief, desire, fear... And, outside of us there are threats as well. There is someone who lies in wait for us to “listen to our heart”. What easy targets we are when we turn our eyes away from Truth and look at what we feel or want instead. And, he rejoices to trip up anyone he can. So, the solution? Something else Dee Brestin said that I find incredibly Biblical. “Stop LISTENING to your Soul and SPEAK truth to it instead!” 

Psalm 119:11
I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you.

Proverbs 3:5
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.

How much heartache could we avoid in the long run if we learned how to do this? I’m not saying I think it’s easy. Our hearts are “desperate” for a reason. Augustine put it this way, “Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in thee...” And, the Bible says, “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart...” (Ecc 3:11) Wonder why we feel things so deeply? Because, there is a hole in every human heart that is the very breadth of eternity! It was meant to be filled by God Himself! So, is the depth of our emptiness and depravity when He is not in it!  And, so is the depth of our wandering feelings when we forget to look at Him. I wonder if my decisions would be so hard to make if I measured them by the truth while standing filled with the fullness of God... But, again, everything He gives us to do requires utter dependence on Him. 

Solomon

Believe it or not, I have been mulling over this subject for quite some time. I guess its a bit of a random thing for a busy mom of 4 to be contemplating, but that is how my brain works. The reason I am writing about it now is that I read an article recently on (sort of) the same subject and it didn’t sit right with me. (Here it is incase you want to check it out. Solomon article)

I just feel like Mr. Brueggmann got Solomon wrong. He was talking about King Solomon in the Bible.  And, the seeming contradiction between Solomon’s opulent lifestyle and his supposed wisdom. We know from the Bible that Solomon lived his days surrounded by every lavish and luxuriant pleasure a good amount of money and monarchy could buy. Brueggmann, using Solomon’s story to talk about current political issues, says the  “wisdom” of Solomon is better translated as “ listening heart”. Somehow this helps him make more sense of Solomon's story. I’m not entirely sure about the validity of that particular interpretation. But, I should say that my ideas about the “wisdom” of Solomon were made by taking that word at face value. Maybe I am about to get him wrong too. Who knows. He is a conundrum for sure. But, I thought I would put my theory out there anyway. It is mostly based on the book of Ecclesiastes (one of my favorites) which is supposed to have been written by the great king himself. I think it's a book that cannot be overlooked by anyone hoping to understand Solomon. The background story, for those who don’t know it, is found in 1 Kings 3:5-15. This is where God appears to Solomon and tells him to ask for whatever he wants. Solomon asks God for wisdom and God is so pleased that He gives it to him - along with wealth and a great many other things. 1Kings 4:29 says, “God gave Solomon wisdom and very great insight, and a breadth of understanding as measureless as the sand on the seashore.” The problem is, Solomon eventually accumulates so much stuff, servants, wives, concubines, children, animals etc. that he comes across as more of a spoiled brat than a man of great wisdom. 

How does it all mesh? My theory is that Solomon was given two kinds of wisdom. One was given to him more immediately and it was what I will call a more “practical” wisdom. He made good judgement calls in disputes between people, he had the intelligence to multiply his wealth and the wealth of his kingdom, administrative and managerial skills... All of this gave him the ability to acquire anything and everything. There was no experience he could not have and nothing he could not buy. 

The second kind of wisdom is the kind I think he had to spend a life time learning. It was the wisdom that taught him to say, “Everything is meaningless...utterly meaningless.” (Ecc 1:2) What better way to learn that there is nothing of value on this Earth, and no worthwhile wisdom apart from God, than to have everything handed to you to investigate? In Ecclesiastes, Solomon goes through the list of all the things he has pursued and gained and looked into: pleasure, beautiful homes filled with all the best things, people, silver, gold, sex, hard work... And, in the end, he is full of sorrow. He says, 

I, the teacher, was king of Isreal, and I lived in Jerusalem. I devoted myself to search for understanding and to explore by wisdom everything being done in the world... So I worked hard to distinguish wisdom from foolishness But, now I realize that even this was like chasing the wind. For the greater my wisdom, the greater my grief. To increase knowledge only increases sorrow. (Ecc 1:12-13 &17-18)

Maybe it is that all of these things are of no lasting worth. They seem to satisfy us for a while, but in the end they are fleeting and absolutely perishable. The human appetite is insatiable. We all desperately want to be a part of something enduring and meaningful, yet we are set down on an ever changing and fragile planet where all our striving seems utterly wasted.

In 1990 a picture was taken by the Voyager 1 Space Craft as it headed out of our solar system. It’s a picture of Earth from 6 billion kilometers away. It is stunning and shocking and truthful in it’s depiction of our home - a tiny insignificant looking dot in the midst of a vast empty darkness. 

Carl Sagan saw this picture and wrote the following:

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

Solomon says in chapter 4, verse 11, “He (God) has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” “Eternity in the heart” is what I have come to believe is responsible for all the passion and work and grasping we do here. It is also, evidence of the fact that we were made for something bigger and more than what we can find here. Solomon didn’t need a picture of our planet from billions of miles away. He asked for wisdom and God gave it. He saw the earth as the “pale blue dot” long before Carl Sagan saw that picture. In, the end, his conclusion is, “Remember your creator.” God, who is eternal and creator is the only lasting thing in which we can find more than fleeting significance and satisfaction. I do not believe the life of Solomon was contrary to  the claims of his wisdom. Rather, his experience lends credibility to his conclusions on life. Would we take it from someone who never “had it all” that there is no satisfaction in Earthly fame or power or money? I don’t think so. 

Brussel Sprouts

I have been wanting to write this post for a long time. After dinner tonight I decided to just go ahead and get my pictures and get it done. It is actually a recipe, one that I am very passionate about. Because, you see, brussel sprouts have a bad rap. It’s sad really. They are almost universally hated by children at least, and considering the size of the brussel sprout section at the store, by most adults as well. Poor misguided souls have been steaming and boiling them for so long it’s no wonder they cause contention at the dinner table. Well, in our house it is different. Here, they are one of the favorites. But, it’s all in how you make them. And, we make them German style. It’s actually a recipe that my dad discovered and shared with me a few years ago. Its the perfect side to just about any meat dish. Dad and I like them next to beer soaked German sausages covered in caramelized onions. But, they also go nicely with just about any steak. Tonight I made them to go with country fried steak and smashed red potatoes and gravy. Oh my. It was so good. I wish you could taste it. Well, you probably believe me on the steak and potatoes, but you’ll have to take my word on the sprouts. And, please do. Just make them and see. They take about 20 minutes. 

So, first. You need a cutting board. These Brussel sprouts are chopped.

Step 1. Remove any of the top leaves that need to come off.

Step 2. Start chopping. They look like little shredded lettuce's. (Discard the ends)

Step 3. Butter - A tablespoon or 2 in a frying pan over medium high heat. Also a splash of oil. I like olive or sesame.

(You will also need a cup of chicken broth - I like to use "better than bouillon" to make mine. You can add a some white wine or beer if desired.)

Step 4.  Add the Sprouts to the hot pan and stir.

 Step 5. Season how you like - salt, pepper, garlic... Stir and watch your sprouts. When they brighten up and soak in the butter...

Step 6. Add your cup of chicken broth. Stir and let simmer till the liquid cooks almost all the way down. It takes several minutes.

Step 7. Alcohol - If you like a little kick, throw in a splash of wine or beer at the very end. It cooks down almost immediately and adds some great flavor. 

Step 8. Enjoy!! And, spread the word. Together we can stop the hate. :) These are great little veggies - and good for you too!

Movie Review

Brave  

*warning*spoilers*

I have mixed feeling about this one. Mostly good, but I think I need to see it again. Honestly, for a good part of the movie I was just totally distracted and enraptured by the awesomeness of Merida’s hair. Seriously, it’s amazing. 

The Plot -  Merida is a princess who doesn’t want to be a princess. This is a source of contention between her and her mother, the queen, who’s trying to teach her how to be a wise and proper ruler. As she gets older and her responsibilities grow, so does the relational struggle. Though they obviously love each other, eventually, the rift between them reaches a point where it threatens the whole kingdom. Merida is told that she, rather unfairly, is responsible for keeping unity in the entire kingdom by marrying a champion of one of the four clans. They gather to compete for her hand in a game of archery. Merida, not wanting to sacrifice her personal freedom for the kingdom, rebells against tradition (something her mother does not understand) and competes in the game too, “for her own hand”. She obviously outdoes every suitor. This throws the whole kingdom into an even greater uproar and Merida decides the only way out now is to “change” her mother - something she does with the help of a very reluctant witch. However, the witches magic, it seems, only does bears. Merida thinks the spell she buys will change her mother’s mind about her marriage, but instead it changes her mother into a bear (as well as her brothers). Finding a way to undo everything is what finally brings them both to a place of understanding and gives them the insight to unite the tribes without sacrificing Merida in marriage to one of 3 ridiculous, though not entirely awful, suitors. 

The Bad Guy - Though, the movie features a witch and a giant crazed bear, they are not really the “bad guys”. The real foe is more the relationship issues... pride, a bad attitude, shortsightedness. It’s a good lesson, but one wonders why then the bear was so disproportionately scary. Really. He was terrifying. The kids pretty much hid their faces every time he was on the screen. : /  He represents the potential monster created when pride is allowed to break relationships. Okay, we get it. Maybe a little less nightmarish, though. I mean, this was made with and audience of kids in mind right?

The Men and Women - Okay, I totally get that this was about a mother/daughter relationship. However, do the men have to be that ridiculous? In this story, you catch on pretty quick to the idea that Merida’s massive father is the “Head” of the kingdom, but really ALL the brains and inner strength are in the women. As the men are simply large children, it’s entirely up to the women to come up with a solution to the problems in the kingdom. When it’s left to the men well, its kind of just, “give us a woman or we’ll slaughter each other.” You can tell that Elanor, the Queen loves her husband and he loves her, but she really doesn’t think much of him at all - except maybe as a barricade.  (He does bravely jump between the bear and his wife and daughter at the beginning of the film.) She despises the fact that he teaches his daughter how to use weapons, though in the end, these skills are what end up saving her. Merida seems to get the best of both of her parents. She is strong and intelligent, So, when it’s all said and done, I think it’s proven that her father did contribute something worthwhile. I guess it just irritates me whenever I see men depicted as just the “lovable idiots”. 

That said, I liked Merida. She is much more than the typical princess. Her problems are not solved by finding her prince or some other such nonsense. Her problems were solved by some good old fashioned self-reflection... Some realizing that her decisions affect other people whether she likes it or not. She learns about her own pride and selfishness, is deeply sorry and does what she can to fix the mess she made. I love that. She is the total opposite of Ariel - who finds the answers to happiness in running away from everyone that loves her to go get a man she doesn’t know at all. What a role model. ; / 

So, yea, mostly good. Some irritating things and a very too scary bear. But, I’d like to see it again. Just watch out for small children. :)


Here's a picture of what he looks like. Um yea. those are broken arrows sticking out of him.

Friday...

That's when I wrote this, but I haven't had internet access from my computer since then. I kind of wish I still didn't. Anyway,

Today was a good day. It was the kind of day that maybe doesn’t matter to anyone else, but I feel like I should write it down... for me.  It’s summer in Alaska and for us that means a crazy amount of people coming and going. Home from college, out to fish, back in for a break, out again... Our house is always open, so sometimes it feels like the cruise ships are docking at my back door. That craziness was today. Tons of people in and out, hugs and hellos and goodbyes... In the middle of all of that Charlotte and our friend Cameron cut their hair. He waited for her to do it though it was driving him nuts having it long on the boat. We now have two bags with 10 inches each on their way to Locks of Love. Charlotte is sporting a ridiculously cute bob now and looks way too old. If its possible she is even more beautiful than before. *sigh*
Anyway, after all that, I packed the babies in the car and we headed up the road to Soldotna. It was one of those days where I felt like we needed to just be... me and them. So we were. 72 miles in the car and no DVD, no radio, no ipod. Just the happy conversation of my babies. I love listening to them. Whenever they get the chance they freely unload all the knowledge they have acquired over their lifetime - or at least the last couple weeks. We talked about everything from grandmas to theology and haircuts to geography. Jacks fell asleep somewhere along the way. When we got to town we shared a basket of fried chicken and a large chocolate cookie dough blizzard at Dairy Queen. Then, we took our shopping list (the cutest list in the world because Charlotte wrote it) and we went to store. We went through the self checkout lane where Charlotte immensely enjoyed scanning the groceries herself. We had way too many things to be in self-checkout but, you know, it was more fun. Then, to Grandma’s house, which is actually unoccupied for the moment. I unpacked the car while they played with grandma’s dress up things and then we stayed up till midnight watching a very cheesy Disney movie. After they were all asleep, I took a long and hot shower. It was just one of those days. Goodness. Peace. Feels like Breathing. Of course, I like to be with them one on one too. I know thats what is recommended, but I love us all together the most. As Lola would say, “It is my favorite and my best.” :)