Days After

Post-Christmas has been gentle and relaxing.

1.
Flippin' Out

2. Testing out the new wheels:
3. Lego robot:
4. Hide n' seek:
5. Playing games:
Above: "Chutes n' Ladders". This version is a work of art. The board is a felt-pieced quilt, complete with built-in pocket for the crocheted playing pieces (monkey, chicken, tiger, bee, etc). Airie made this for the kids. A craftie by Airie is creativity made manifest. I swear she would make millions on Etsy.

6. Beautiful weather beckons us to the park: Talmage rode the hotwheel the whole way there and back.

Suh-wiiing!

"It's grand. Just holding your hand"...

The wintry wonderland came the next day....

Day Of.

Briton and I imagined the kids would come barreling down the hallway at the crack of dawn, eager to see what Santa brought. Uh, no. They woke up at 10 a.m. After breakfast, at 10:30am, we finally convinced them to check if Santa came... (YouTube link).

Mom: "Who did it come from?"
Talmage: "Costco!" (i.e. Heather).

Ah, Costco. The source of all things good.

As you see, Sydney, ignored during the bike exploration, was off to a rocky start. She refused to succumb to the commercialization of Christmas the rest of the morning. Above it all, to almost every proffered gift she replied, "Don't want it!"

Christmas of the Lego:

Talmage and dad have been busy creating all manner of Lego constructions the past several days - robots, doodie cars, dumptrucks (Thanks, G&G Barker), spaceships, etc.


Once the presents were opened, Syd warmed up to the new toys:
She's been really cute to watch as she mothers her doll and bear. She pretends to feed them, takes them on walks, wraps them in blankies and kisses them. Oh! And the bracelets. Sydney likes to accessorize! It is something innate, as she definitely didn't learn it from watching her mother. A good friend who understands femininity gave Syd some bracelets. She wears them all the time.

Anywaaay. Moving on ...
We had fun with the Farrer's that night.

Here's a spontaneous re-enactment of the nativity. The Transformer as Mary, and Darth Vader as Joseph:

One funny story:
Heather gave Sydney a box of high-heel dress up shoes. Cheaply-made plastic things. Pink and purple, with gems or fluffy-fluff at the toes. We were in the living room chatting, when Joseph, who is three times Talmage's size, comes mincing down the hallway in a pair of T's summer-time pj's. i.e. short-short pj bottoms and short-sleeve t-shirt. He not only is he wearing the skin-tight pj's, but he is also prancing in Syd's new plastic high heels. With the shortie-shorts, heels and luscious curly locks, he looks very much like a hooker. A very giggly, happy hooker. We busted up and that really got him going, so he started dancing a jig in the heels. Except he kept slipping off, regaining balance, and dancing some more. Now he was a very giggly, happy, drunk hooker. The act ended when the fine engineering-al structure of the shoe gave out and they splintered to pieces. Cheap shoes. Priceless moment.

The Night Before

To the Bruno's we go. With family spread between Utah, Colorado, Qatar, California, Bolivia, and 197th-ish Ave, it's a blessing to have familial friends close-by. This is a place where you don't have to ring the bell. The door is always open. This is a place that we always feel comfortable, warm, welcome.The pies don't hurt, either (btw, this hostess had a baby, like, a couple days ago).

After a fine dinner, a program:We practiced weeks for this number. Actually, it was a dry run and the audience appears charitably patient.

Moonlight Sonata-cum-Carol of the Bells. (Before a shocking performance of "Rudolph").

Naughty or Nice?

We returned home to write some Letters to Santa:

And await a frosty Christmas Morn':

Decembering

Zoo Lights
Frigid weather met its match that night in the hardiness of two boys enraptured by the magic of the upcoming Christmas season.

Polar Express
See here for pictures. I echo the reviewer's sentiments.

Preschool

is adjourned for two weeks. Whew. The last day before break, I taught the kids how to play hangman. We used the sight-words the kids were learning. Jolynn, who happened to be there, suggested next time we play "Guillotine" so the kids have a broader world-view of execution methods. Hangman. Guillotine. Firing Squad. Keeping it straight-forward here in the world of preschool co-op.

Anniversary
Number V.

He walked in the door with flowers ... and pulled out a poem at dinner. Good friends took care of T&S overnight so we could give this anniversary a proper nod. We had a great time downtown on Friday and Saturday. There was a Lincoln exhibit at the library (Did you know Abraham Lincoln was offered the governorship of Oregon?), where we also skimmed through The History of Gingerbread, Dating Fabrics, the Federal Patent Office records, and Skipped to the Loo. Indulged at two excellent restaurants: one French and the other Lebanese. We wandered around, enjoyed each others company and determined that this marriage is a keeper.

Here's the poem he wrote. The poem itself was configured in the shape of the Roman numeral "V" and contains a handful of wordsmithing on the number five.

celebrate a chevron
a quintuplet of love
filling out the fingers
of this bubbulous glove
that steams in the tub

today, i'll be brion
a Yahtzee of stars
a Scrabble-played K
a risque of cards
flush 5 running hearts

in a Vanagon - Vroom! Vroom!
four wheels and a spare
two blue and two pink
and the pink one you wear
with familial fine flare

drive into the weekend
as days turn to years
we turn up the volume
like a street of mute mirrors
cascades solar cheers

a fire of delight
a high five of fuels
quintessence together
the penthouse of schools
burns bright as it spools

December 18, 2009.

(I cried, too.)

Sydney

This girl keeps us hopping. There are the frustrating, emotional moments - like I know I put my mom through. But there are also the delightful, silly moments.

Sydney, almost two, has taken up some habits she shunned as an infant: e.g. binkies and bottles. Sydney, almost two, loves mimicking her older brother. Her Wonder Woman wristbands are her version of bandages that I put on Talmage to cover his desitin-lathed chapped skin. Talmage took his off after a few minutes. Sydney kept hers on for four days. I love you, Sydney.


The messy moments and all.

Crash Landing

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

Kristi??? Remember your front door fiasco? The kids are making snow all over the house out of packing peanuts from the ornament box while I'm destroying the wall in Sydney's room. A curtain rod hanging fiasco in process.

They said installing wall anchors is easy. Just "tap, tap, tap" them in, the ACE guy said. More wisely, Heather said, "Drop your hammer. Step away from the wall."

On Which She Expounds on What Factors into Securing a Christmas Tree

This year marks our sixth Christmas together, fifth wedding anniversary, fourth year in this house, third child on the way, second [insert something original], and first Christmas tree.

What?! You've been together for six Christmases and this is your first tree? To which I answer: "Yes." But then start to wonder why. Analyzing this from different angles, I offer several explanations.

Economical: Think of all the money we've saved not buying Christmas trees

Historical: We were away from home for all but one of those Christmases so, technically, didn't need a tree.

Psychological: I grew up with Charlie Brown Christmas trees. I don't think my dad ever paid more than $5 for a tree. When we'd go pick one out we'd thread pass by all the luscious, full, tall, beautiful, "pick me!"-trees, until we reached the very back of the Christmas tree lot where the scrawny, short trees drooped in humility. Maybe dad was teaching us a lesson about the true meaning of Christmas.

Geography: When we lived in Egypt, for lack of even a Charlie Brown tree, we kids colored, cut out, and taped the tree to the wall. When I was 19, alone in Australia in the Back of Beyond during Christmas, evergreens were also decidedly unavailable. Ditto for Christmases in Taiwan. So, yeah, Big Trees are not imprinted on my brain.

What happens when all of those factors conspire to reinterpret the status quo?

The economics: We heard of B&K Tree Farm from friends. Just up the road, this farm lets you cut down your own Blue Spruce for $15, any height. Plus free hot chocolate and candy canes.

The history: We're staying put for the holidays. Both kids are old enough to get a kick out of a tree.

The psychology: Now, here they are: Blue Spruces for a dime a dozen. We tried to find one that wasn't totally perfect. Like, the one we did choose has some brown patches. Yeah. We did that on purpose.

The geography: Oregon produces more Christmas tree than any other state.

For Karren and I in the front, it was a merry drive. The kids in back had an okay time, too ... when they weren't beating each other up (note to self: kids can get in each other's space bubbles, even when restrained in car seats). We dashed up Hwy26 to Banks,

tromped o'er the fields of ... dead weeds and mud, and laughed, and surveyed ... and then we found The One.

The One (the guy and the tree)

Note to those who mock a measuring tape: You can cut them shorter but you can't cut them longer. We left the measuring tape there for others to use who understand this sage advice.


Tradition in the making.

Naked Nellies and the Telly

Who needs a 50 inch flatscreen?

Thanksgiving

We will be sad when Uncle Richard makes his millions in real estate development and decides to leave Meridian. We sure appreciate the convenient pit stop on our Utah trips. Be it 2 a.m. or what'er, their doors are always open. By which I mean, unlocked.

This was the only picture we took during Thanksgiving weekend at grandma and grandpa Barker's. It was around 10:30 p.m. The kids were still raring to go. I guess that captures the essence of our time there: why sleep when there's a party going on? The kids got lots of attention, Brie and Talmage hit it off; there was game-playing, football-watching, relaxing, the Ogden Christmas parade, and, of course, great food.

Games

The kids love playing with their daddy.


This second video is of an oft-requested game the kids call, "Grab Legs".

Fifty Things

Have you heard of that book? It advocates that the way to cleanliness and order is begun by first, eliminating 50 things from your home and life. I realize that I am not a terribly organized individual. I aspire to order and organization, though. Also, anticipating the arrival of our youngest family member creates the need to carve her a space of her own.

We started the day with the intention of starting to make the girls' room a real bedroom instead of the catch-all storage room. To do that we needed to get rid of the craft/junk/storage/pile table in there. But to do that we needed to find a space to put the "craft"/etc items. It's a slippery slope when you start messing with established chaos and disorganization.

The chain effect of emptying the girls' room found us tackling cupboards, desks, drawers, closets, shelves, and storage bins throughout the house. Things I once thought untouchable and sacred fell from their lofty pedestals without nary a hint of sentimentality (well, maybe a touch). I'm sure we surpassed 50 things. Ironically, the house is now messier than when we started. But the insides are cleaner. Lean and clean. My own insides feel cleaner, too.

Preschool Co-op

Today ends my first week of teaching preschool. We are using the Mother Goose Time curriculum. I was nervous about doing a co-op rather than a certified preschool program because I don't have any real experience teaching little kids. But MGT turned out costing only $50 for the curriculum for the entire school year compared to upwards of $4,000 for the Children's Museum program. I'm uncertain that a three-year-old gets much more out of a spendy program than a home-school one. For example, the important socializing and quality thereof that occurs during preschool is likely independent of geography or tuition levels.

Each parent has all seven kids for six weeks at a time, Tuesdays and Thursdays, 9-11:30 a.m. My turn has come and after scripting out the structure of the morning, I found the time goes pretty quickly (and sometimes, effectively). The kids have free play time, of course ... but then it's hard core academics. They do stuff like:Devouring turkey dinner

and decorating turkey sugar cookies.

Today, Talmage and Joseph said they were thankful for the "Rocketship Place". Hailey said she was thankful for butterflies. And I am thankful for Augusta, my parent helper.

Popcorn Pals

Syd, Lila, Sonya, Talmage, Jed

Rising to the Occassion

Syd ran a fever the past couple of days. She swiped away the thermometer any time I tried to stick it in her armpit. Once I was able to keep it in there long enough to get a reading of 102.9 before she twisted away, crying, "Don't want it!" She was pretty miserable.

One of the days she was sick, I had to make bread. Talmage asked for a portion of dough of his own to knead. It must have been quite sticky, since it apparently required just a little more flour. This pic is a nod to a child's resilience: even when feeling utterly lousy, they are still up for fun.

A Smashing Party

We saw the KA and M&M cousins last weekend at the annual Apple Smashing Party. Even though driving to Quincy, WA is not the most cost-effective way to obtain "free" apples and the best-tasting apple cider in the country, sometimes distance doesn't matter when it comes to cool experiences. This year was the same format as last year. Thanks, too, to the Yakima cuz's, for putting us up for the night.

Apple gleaning

Turning the press

Washing the apples.

For Every Thing There is a Season

Things change in our lives: jobs, hair color, underwear, weight (unless you are Honey Jo or Briton) ... and callings. I was released last Sunday from my RS calling. Bearing in mind that the characters I served with are still pulling the plow, I have to admit (as they will, I'm sure, when they are released) that life is pretty good right now. Some highlights from the past week:

* I had my first patient with H1N1. Nope. I have not had the vaccination myself. (this is interesting, rather than "good", I suppose).
* Fall afternoon walks with the kids. Once we ran into the Jacobson's:* Made some of these turkeys for the Apple Fest tomorrow:
* Transformed the house into a preschool classroom. It's my turn to teach our seven 3-year-olds in a home-school co-op Talmage attends.
* Watched these monkeys. For snack today they had a strawberry/mango/nonfat yogurt smoothie and cheese/apples. For lunch the kids had cupcakes.
* Folded mounds of laundry.
* Started morning scripture study with my companion
* Went to get the H1N1 vaccination 10 minutes before doors closed at a public clinic and were shooed away. They said 3,000 people came and had started lining up an hour before the clinic started.
* I didn't go to my last prenatal checkup. My doctor wasn't too thrilled.
* Organized the wasteland of the art cupboard for $10 (thanks, Ikea).

Looking over this list, it doesn't seem like that productive of a week. Some of you do more than this in a morning. But that's the beauty of it all. Just kickin' it here in Hillsboro.

Kid updates:
***They both have runny noses.
***Talmage spelled "mom" on his own using wooden alphabet letters. He couldn't find an "o", so he used an upside down "e" as a substitute. He likes to play the game, "What does '____' start with?"
***Syd sings her ABC's and can name many of the letters by sight. She counts to 10. We give credit to Talmage and Starfall (and by extension, Erin, who told us about starfall.com) for jump-starting Sydney's introduction to academia.
***The baby is kicking a lot. I like it when she moves around. It's like she's swapping "howdy's" with me and reminding me she's on her way.