Sep 22, 2011

Word of the Day

9/22/2011 — cori

EVERYDAY, without fail, Gavin asks me this question, "So Mom, what word do you have stuck in your head today?"

Some of my better answers are, "Well...seeing as I just woke up, I haven't even thought of words yet." And, "My mind is blank right now, Honey."

Ask me if I have a song stuck in my head and I can type up a list for you. But I don't go around with individual, random words floating through my brain. Gavin does. He only asks the question to be polite. What he really wants to do is tell me the word he has stuck in his head...because he ALWAYS has one. I can't even remember what this morning's word was. He'll come home from school and have yet another word to share with me that has been plaguing his over-worked brain again all day.

I guess if I was immersed in words as often as he is (non-stop), I'd probably get a few bouncing around in my brain all day too. But my advice is, if he ever asks you this, just say the first word that pops into your head. It works everytime.

No TV

9/22/2011 — cori

Our tv died 2 weeks ago. Very sad, I know. But amazingly, we've survived. Some of us better than others. The kids have done awesome. Not one complaint. Me on the other hand...I'm having a hard time. Who would have thought? My one tv vice - House Hunters. Everyday. I have not lived vicariously through anyone else and traveled to far countries or even within my own looking at the insides of random houses for two weeks now and I am about ready to have a cow. I need this little 30 minute (20 if you fast forward thru commercials) escape in my day. Just thought I needed to tattle on myself.

Sep 15, 2011

Heaven

9/15/2011 — cori
I think we found it. It's name is Duluth, MN. Sounds kinda silly, I know... but maybe it was because I was with my favorite person in the whole world. Or maybe it was because the weather was perfect and the sun was glorious, the sound of the water soothing, the woods peaceful and the rocks majestic. Whatever it was, it was perfect. A perfect place and time for Chuck and I to celebrate our 15th anniversary. We are very simple. We don't need or want alot. We don't need to be entertained. What we desire most is the gift of time - time together. That is exactly what we got while out in nature, exploring, enjoying and living each day to its fullest.

The gorgeous B&B where we stayed

This just screams: Come relax over here! Doesn't it?

The glorious sunrise over Lake Superior

The rocky shoreline


Living in Love

Fun climbing the rocks along the shore

Split Rock Lighthouse perched atop a 100 foot cliff

Interesting rock formations

A real dress up for dinner night. Enjoying a walk in the harbor
under the brilliant light of the full moon reflecting off the water.

Such smooth rocks and such frigid water

The view we were greeted with when we woke up each morning.

The cliffs protruding out to Lake Superior

Childhood

9/15/2011 — cori
I love this. This is their activity of choice. They each get their target bags filled with books, climb up the tree (affectionately named Bob) to their 'spot' and then commence reading in the afternoon sun. Perfection.



Sep 2, 2011

Grace Based Parenting

9/02/2011 — cori

It is very easy for me to get in a rut; to think I know what I'm doing. And then out of nowhere - bonk - I trip over a tiny rock and get all bent out of shape. I find this especially true in parenting. Just when you think you've 'got it down', your kids up and change the whole game on you. Suddenly you find you're playing a new game that you don't even know the rules to.

Oh how I wanted to do this whole parenting thing right! From the start I read as many books as I could that told me exactly what to do and the correct way to do it. Each book set me up for failure. My sensitivity to do the best thing for my children was overshadowed by getting stuck in the never ending cycle of trying to do the 'right thing' the 'right way'. Who determines what this 'right' is? Who are these authorities? Am I supposed to listen to my child or to a book?

I am forever a first time parent. No matter how many children I have, I've never before experienced the age my oldest is currently at. In other words, I'm always learning. I can't treat him the same way I did when he was 7 now that he's almost 13. That would show that neither one of us has grown. Life is ALWAYS changing. Therefore, I've come to realize that the way we discipline and guide our children has to be flexible and change with age and circumstances. The constant comes in our consistent love and the boundaries we've set as guidelines for living.

I still read parenting how-to books. I think I always will. Simply because I love to read and I love to learn. I want to be sensitive to that rut I often find myself in. I don't want to ever think I know it all. I don't have the right answers.  I seek God constantly to help me guide these living, breathing, beautiful hearts He's placed in my care. Often times He shows me what each child needs through little impressions like, "Chloe's just tired right now, give her a big hug and let this incident go." Other times He teaches me through amazing authors and books at just the exact time I needed to learn something.

One such book is Graced Based Parenting by Tim Kimmel. I read this book 7 years ago. It taught me alot then for what I was going through as a parent at that time of our lives. One such tid-bit I learned from that time is expressed best in this quote: "Our fears determine our strategy for parenting. Fear-based parenting is the surest way to create intimidated kids."
However, I recently felt compelled to read it again. Had I been letting fear control me? If truth be told, it wasn't a matter of if, rather, how often have I allowed it to. I knew I needed a refresher course and I knew right where to go. My obvious first reaction is to wince and cringe with guilt over how many times I've messed up...but even there, I trust that God's grace is sufficient in my weakness and is not only changing me but is also growing my children to become more gracious in response to their own and others' weaknesses.

The two things that have jumped off the pages at me are these:

1. "We are to groom our children according to their natural bents. This means coming alongside them with a plan to help them leverage their natural and unique gifts and skills into highly developed assets that they can lean on in the future. But we should also study them enough to know which natural bents they have that push them in the wrong directions. We can't make these liabilities disappear, but we are to raise them in such a way that we account for them and give them tools to help them process them properly."

Why did I somehow think I had to help make these 'liabilities' disappear? Why did I think it was my responsibility to rid them of these personal shortcomings? If God gives me freedom to be weak and works in and thru me in my less than perfect self - why can't I give my children the same freedom and grace? Lesson learned.

2. "Raising safe Christian kids is a spiritual disaster in the making. Your effort will produce shallow faith and wimpy believers. Kids raised in an environment that stresses safety are on tract to be evangelical pushovers. They will tend to end up either overly critical of the world system to the point where they won't want anything to do with the people in the world system; or they will become naive about the world system, which ultimately makes them putty in Satan's hands. Those who think that the wisest way to groom a child for spiritual maturity is to isolate him from the evil, corrupted world system or airbrush his childhood environment so much that it exposes him only to the good and never teaches him how to process the bad will set a child up for a life of mediocrity at best and spiritual annihilation at worst."

We're entering the age of adolescence where fear based parenting doesn't seem like such a bad idea. I'm so glad God threw this nice little bit of fresh, cold water on my face to wake me up and remind me of Who's in charge. We've trusted Him with our children since the minute they were born, why should we stop now? I refuse to let a phase of growth define my relationship with my children as anything less than what it has always been. I have loved every minute of every age of my kids. I love being with them. I love playing with, reading with, working with, learning with them. I love who they are. I might need to remind them of this a little more often when they are adolescents and feeling uncomfortable in their own skin, but that is what love does. It reminds you of who you are, who you belong to and stays the course.

This reminds me of one of our all time favorite family quotes by C.S. Lewis in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe in reference to Aslan when Lucy asked if He was safe:

"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver."Who said anything about safe?
'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."

Aug 21, 2011

Blown Away

8/21/2011 — cori
Can I just say I have best neighbors in the world?! I have been consistently blown away by their kindness, giving, help and friendship. Today was no different. Jenna, our 11 year old neighbor, has become a constant fixture in our house. She is always here. She's such a sweet, little friend to Chloe. She was here with us the other day eating lunch. I was feeling horrible at the time. I felt so sick I could barely eat or talk to anyone. I told all the kids I was going to go take a nap (which is a rarity for me) and for them to play quietly. Apparently, this concerned Jenna and Chloe to no end. When I woke up they had found a solution to help me feel better and this was it:

"Lor de SPA" This adorable little sign was taped to my bathroom door. I was led into the bathroom and told to have a seat (thankfully I have a chair in there). Then Chloe handed me this:


I needed help. This was definitely going to cure any ailment I had. How could it not? They even offered me a menu of snack items I actually like? I ordered a glass of water that Chloe served me while Jenna (both of whom had to dress up in fancy clothes to attend to me) started rubbing lotion on my feet.

Then they filled my tub with hot water and told me to soak my feet. They had the whole thing planned out to a tee. It was so sweet. I was so pampered. Not only did I get a foot rub and massage. I also got a pedicure and manicure, courtesy of these two, delightful attendants.

Chloe did my pedicure in a lovely shade of light blue
with a pink heart embellishment on my big toe.

Jenna gave me a french manicure.

I was overwhelmed with their act of love the rest of the day. I couldn't stop thanking them. I indeed felt better.

Sewing Lessons

8/21/2011 — cori
I've not had nary a one. Yet I still attempt feats of greatness (read here: trying to sew a straight line on a piece of fabric) on my sewing machine.

Two years ago, I had it in my head that I would pass along all my 'sewing knowledge' to my dear 5 year old daughter and we would work on a project together. We got as far as picking out the fabric together. I didn't even have a pattern for this skirt. Since I had no clue what I was doing, I couldn't explain a thing to her or answer her questions, she quickly left the room and left me with a project I wanted to give up on. Yet I turned out a skirt somehow and miraculously it didn't fall apart. It is the most wonky, unconventionally sewn piece of clothing you will ever see. But she loves it, thinks her mom can sew and wears it all the time. So ultimately, it was worth the intense trial and hardship I lived through.

Enter project number two. Our next door neighbor built an American Girl doll bed for Chloe. She immediately dressed it up with some pillow cases. Then we sat down and put our heads together and came up with a really awesome idea of how it could look. Only problem, it would involve me and the sewing machine. Have you ever seen my sewing machine?

It is of the 1960's variety, a lovely shade of avacado green that would have matched all your modern household appliances of the day. It is also a very, heavy metal. Which means it is so heavy I can barely lift it to put it on the table. It sounds like a typewriter when it is working. My children don't even know what a typewriter is. My grandmother gave it to me.

It also comes equipped with this stylish little foot pedal. I feel like I'm in the driver's seat of a very old race car. The hinge needs oiling or it squeaks.

But thankfully, it also comes with this handy users manual that I have to read every single time I pull out the machine. Apparently, I can never remember how to thread the needle or wind the bobbin. You'd think after multiple readings it would just sink in. But no, I just can't seem to grasp the rocket science behind the complexity of this age old machine.

But thankfully, they have very explicitly hand drawn instructions, detailing the steps I'm to go through. If it wasn't for that detail, I doubt I would have been able to achieve this feat:

The American Girl bed. A project that probably would have taken anyone else 2 hours, took me two whole days - must have been all that reading I had to do.

A Little Reminder

8/21/2011 — cori

I was given a gentle, hilarious reminder this week, that even though Gavin appears to be growing at the speed of light, and is the same height as me, he is still a child, not totally grown up yet.

Gavin, my 7th grader, was getting ready to go to school to get his new student i.d. made and find out his schedule for the year. To say he was excited would be an understatement. He even did his hair, brushed his teeth and wore an outfit that actually coordinated that I didn't have to pick out for him. All without me reminding him. Truly a sign of maturity (for him).

However, all on his own, he decided that he should also smell good. He was so proud of himself when he told me, "Mom, guess what, I rubbed deodorant (of the Gillette, gel variety) all over my face so that I would also smell good. I didn't want to waste Dad's face gel."

I just smiled, smelled his face, and indeed it did smell good (thankfully it wasn't powder fresh). I told him, "That's the way to think creatively!" To which he replied, "I know!"

There was no way I going to burst his bubble, he was oozing with pride. Thank you for reminding me that even though you're almost a teenager Gavin, you still love to share everything with me and you're still adorably cute and you're still very, very twelve.

Aug 17, 2011

Family Reunion

8/17/2011 — cori

Here are the memorable moments from our recent family reunion in picture form:

If goats can be beautiful...this is what they would look like.


Sunrise down on the farm.


The quintessential farm picture. Old and beautiful.



We rode like this to the local park/lake, on folding chairs in the back of the pick-up down dusty old dirt roads. Several of the kids kept asking, "Isn't this illegal?" We told them not to worry, we're in the country, this is how they do it.

Chuck having fun with the kids on the merry-go-round.



Walleye fish fry. Delicious. The best fish around! No food frustration here.



The boys and their obsession with weapons.


A homemade board game called Wahoo made by Chuck's late Grandma,
still played and enjoyed by all.



A hayride on a beautiful night.


Bike rides down the dirt drive.



Uncle Joel on his tractor.



Gavin making sure to get in plenty of reading time.



The lush corn fields surrounding us.



Wagon rides.


Quality time with the horses...


....and the goats.



The campers that most everyone slept in.
This is how they do it in the country.

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