Another world

In 5th grade, Danny prepared his state report on the great state of Alaska. That little gem still occupies a spot in his sentimental box in Parker's closet, and the state has ever since occupied a place in Danny's imagination. Our upcoming 10th wedding anniversary provided an excuse to visit the land of his dreams, and I can't say that I was an unwilling participant. Thanks to a great deal on cruise travel and two sets of very willing grandparent babysitters, we thoroughly enjoyed a week away in a very beautiful, very different part of the country.

I'd visited Alaska as a little girl, but had not remembered just how remote the place is. The land is so rugged, so steep, that the population is confined to a few very narrow valleys, surrounded by impenetrable mountain ranges. Much of it is accessible only by boat or plane, and so few people live there that many towns don't even have a doctor. The tourists outnumbered residents 8 to 1 at two of our stops. Some still live without electricity, high-speed internet (gasp!), running water, or more than a very occasional glimpse of sunshine. I grew up in Seattle so I know wet and miserable, but Alaskans take it to a whole new level. As you might guess from the photos, we left the sun behind in California, but to us rain is a novelty so we didn't mind a bit. My only regret is that the fog made it even more difficult to capture just how vast and breathtaking the landscape really is (or at least I'll blame it on the fog - couldn't have been the photographer). Everything is just so big, but with nothing around to compare it to, all perspective is lost. We were fortunate to see a bear (that little black speck in the stream, second to bottom photo), salmon spawning, whales (or at least Danny did... I might have seen them too had I been willing to set aside my books in favor of exercise... apparently there were great views from the gym), and a couple of bald eagles. We saw glaciers, fjords, waterfalls, icebergs, and very charming towns. The boat wasn't bad either! We made a few friends among the retirees (we were most definitely the young 'uns, making it very easy to feel sexy on formal night!), ate well and often, and just as I had hoped... slept! All in all a wonderful trip, and already probably more than you wanted to know. Home is great though too, and I'm thrilled to be back with my babies. They didn't seem to miss us a bit, but a week without them is long enough.

Zzzz....

Were you to ask my kids, husband, parents, sister, best friends – anyone who knows me well or has lived with me – about my favorite pastime, the answer would unanimously be… SLEEPING! I’d like to think that none would simultaneously characterize me as lazy, but sleep is indeed a cherished friend.

Even as a child I was a sleeper. My mom has often recounted her panicked conversations with my pediatrician about this baby who just slept and slept and slept. He wisely counseled her to just be grateful, and in 30+ years my sleepiness has not worn off. As a teen I remember routinely dozing until noon on Saturdays, and am still haunted by memories of being roused long before dawn on those dark, dreary Seattle school days. Torture I say. Pure torture. In college I embraced the night life in the dorms (wild as it was at my beloved conservative Christian school). But most every afternoon I made up for my night-owl ways with a cat nap. Fast-forwards to the months in which I was anticipating motherhood: the secretary at my accounting firm used to send me into an empty office for 15-minute power naps. I guess I looked like I needed it!

My mom worried that my sound sleeping habits would prevent me from being able to hear and care for my new baby girl in the night. Fortunately for me, God blessed me with a child that sleeps as well as I do, so those midnight rousings only lasted for a couple of weeks. And it really is quite remarkable how well I do hear the cries of my own needy children when I truly hear nothing else. Even now, seven years and two more kids later, I still occasionally follow the new-mom advice: sleep when they sleep. I'd pick a power nap over a daytime drama anytime!
The only other being that can disturb my sleep is the one I share a bed with. While perfectly adorable and an otherwise fabulous husband, Danny is the master of bed stealing and cover snatching. He is actually able to get the sheets wrapped completely around his body, leaving me with the option of either waking up entirely to unroll his 6’0” frame, or sleeping coverless. Even the advent of the sleep-number bed has not completely solved the “get off my side!” problem. The man has to roll uphill to steal my half… and he does!

So what do you think is one of the highlights of my anticipation of our vacation next week? Ding, ding, ding! You got it! Sleep. And not just any sleep, but uninterrupted, solitary sleep in my very own bed. We’re going on a cruise to Alaska to celebrate our 10th anniversary - our first ever big trip without the kids except for the few days in Vietnam before we picked up Reagan - and our perfectly dark inside cabin comes equipped with two beds! I’m fully aware that they can be squeezed together to make one queen-ish sized surface, but am very much looking forward to my very own space. Danny’s on board with this idea and knows that I won’t neglect the romance of the moment altogether. We’ll cuddle…etc… but then when it’s time to sleep, I will retreat to my own little sleeping cocoon! What could be better?!

Smoke gets in your eyes

By God's grace our home is relatively far from the fires currently devastating Southern California. But that doesn't mean that the smoke hasn't settled like a thick grey blanket over it, and everything else around here. The hauntingly beautiful pyrocumulus cloud we saw on Sunday has spread out to rain down ash and obviously unhealthful air. Most of the time, the sun casts the kind of yellowish glow you might typically enjoy only at sunset. Yesterday the sun was actually red, with no visible rays. Our inconvenience is truly minor, but it is a great reminder of just how easily the things of this world will slip away, and what a joy and privilege it is to store up treasure in heaven!

Happy Blogiversary to me!

Not such a big event I guess since even I missed it! Friday marked three years of my ramblings here, and this coincidentally is my 365th post. Given the infrequency of my posting of late, one must conclude that I was a much more faithful blogger at one point in my career to still maintain a once-every-three-days average. Blogging is for me a fun way to document the events we enjoy as a family and my occassional thoughts on life, God, adoption, and other random bits that occupy my brain. When I slow down long enough to have deep thoughts, you get those. When life is crazy busy, you mostly get mediocre photos. As you can see, this is one of those latter stages! Thanks for sticking around these three years, and please don't give up on me yet!

Play ball!

What happens when you attend a "A" baseball game on a Sunday night in a distant suburb?

a. you get your choice of prime seats

b. your daughter gets to be the winner (a.k.a. sole participant) of the "spelling bee."

c. your son gets run the bases in a one-on-one race with the mascot

d. your entire family enjoys the small-town stadium, beautiful weather and great company

e. all of the above

Toothless

Last summer an incident between our active boy and the bunk bed ladder resulted in this gross photo. The affected tooth almost miraculously held on, though Parker was left with a scraggle-tooth smile and another tooth that sometimes turns grey. It hasn't bothered him, and I think he likes that it makes him look a little more like a pirate. A trip to the dentist yesterday, however, changed all of that. The low-riding tooth had apparently developed a little infection, and the Dr. determined Parker won't have to wait for first grade for a visit from the tooth fairy. She pulled the thing right then and there. My boy was brave, and he now looks so cute... and so old!

Painless!

The veteran and the newbie

Cousins (minus the bitty babies)

Summer is over, but the sting is absent! In the weeks before Alyssa's 1st Day of school, I was a bit of a mess. I absolutely dreaded losing her for hours a day to a teacher who couldn't possibly appreciate her as much as I do. Even after a year of experience, Alyssa's 1st day of 1st grade was hard on this mama's heart.

But Parker's first day was a breeze. Must have something to do with the fact that I didn't have to say good-bye (plus #1 for homeschooling!). Since there was no dramatic send-off, we started the day with a family doughnut party (plus #2!). All the cousins and grandparents graciously joined us for breakfast and play so that there would be some distinction from summer besides having to sit quietly at the kitchen table for an hour. After they left we spent some more time with daddy, enjoyed a little family worship, and finally settled into "school" around 11. We're not huge morning people so we're pretty excited about these lazy mornings. Sure beats getting up and out by 7:45 (plus #3!). We easily finished everything on my schedule and then some, and even had time for a trip to the library and Costco this afternoon. I'm sure we'll get busier as the year progresses, but so far this gentle method is working for me, and my joy will undoubtedly multiply on Wednesday when I would have had to ship out 2/3rds of our little clan. God has been so good to change my heart!

Burning up the pavement

Even Reagan has finally gotten in on the action!

10 years ago

July 31, 1999. Danny and I woke up before dawn to start the trek to his aunt and uncle’s mountain condo. His parents were vacationing there for the week, and since I had never been to Mammoth, CA, we were invited to join them for a couple of days. At some horribly early hour he arrived at my home, we packed up my “dark cranberry” (or purple as Danny called it) Ford Explorer, and set out to take turns driving and napping over the next 4 hours. I can’t recall who pushed for the early start but I do recall wondering "why?" not more than a few miles into it.
We finally arrived in the Sierra Nevadas and exited the highway onto a very bumpy road. After negotiating what seemed like an eternity on an almost impassible route, I wondered just who would want to have a vacation home here, and how strange that they would/could even build condos out this far into the hills. We eventually pulled up to a very rustic 70’s era building that really didn’t look too much like a multi-family dwelling. I dismissed the thought though and followed Danny’s call to take a look around. Strangely enough, a breakfast was arranged on a checkerboard cloth in the middle of an adjacent field, and when I recognized Danny’s mom’s Longaberger picnic basket I realized that this was a set-up designed for me.
Not wanting to read too much into it, I sat down and enjoyed a delicious assortment of fruits, breads and juice with the man I had recently come to love. Danny had brought his Bible along so he read me a passage of Scripture, we talked about our love for the Lord, each other, and the incredible view set before us. Smooth as Danny is, he at one point invited me to stand up to give him a hug. By this time I was pretty sure I knew where he was going, and I was not disappointed. Down on one knee, (gorgeous) ring in hand, Danny asked me to be his wife. I don’t remember my exact response, but it involved a lot of happy tears and a clear affirmation that my answer was “YES!”
We stood there enjoying the moment, enjoying one another, and I could have stayed forever soaking it in. One of many things “strange” things about the day thus far was why Danny kept insisting that we leave. He finally convinced me to head back to the truck, and to what I soon learned was not in fact a vacation condo but a fire lookout station. (Things are starting to make sense…) There were hugs all around from my soon-to-be-sister-in-law and her husband who had been hiding in such station recording the entire event on film. I think we could make a flip book for all the photographs that were taken!
Since we naturally wanted to share this news with the rest of Danny’s family and make some phone calls to mine, I consented to leave this special spot and drive back down the rocky road to the other side of the highway to the real condo. Along the way we were greeted with a series of congratulatory posters and balloons staked next to the (paved… oddly enough!) road. Each one had words of love and excitement, and the last few were signed by the family members I expected to be there to welcome us. As we turned the last corner though, holding a huge banner signed by my family, were my parents and my sister who had flown in from Seattle just to be there with us! I then understood why Danny was so anxious to get back in the truck, and was blown away by the joy of the day. I was so blessed to have so many people to share it with, and even more blessed to be anticipating marriage to the most wonderful of men.
10 weeks later (yes, 10 weeks, several of which I had mononucleosis – a story for another day), we were wed on another incredibly joyful, fun day. I smile every time I look back on that time, and thank God for the 10 years He has blessed us with since then. I’m so glad Danny asked, and even gladder that I said yes!

(We've aged just a little since then!)

My Charges

Papa and Tilly took the oldest grandchildren on the 2nd annual cousins camping trip this week (pictures and I'm sure some good stories to come!). Alyssa and Parker were overcome with excitement, but couldn't bear to leave their precious wildlife without a caretaker. So here I am left to cuddle with Parker's Monkey, Alyssa's Lambie, Petty Jane, Pandy, and enough other creatures to fill my side of the bed and Danny's. And of course, the world's cutest little baby girl.

Notice the box bed and sock blankie - all Parker's doing for his favorite friend. The boy is as tender as he is tough.

Alyssa's collection. If she asks, they were tenderly cradled all night long.

This girl cracks me up! It's been such a joy to hang out with just her, listening to her talk without constant interjections by her siblings. We are blessed!

Sandy pants

I've acquired a new appreciation for the ocean thanks to the outstanding documentary series by the BBC, Wild Pacific. Once you get beyond their evolutionary bias (which actually wasn't nearly as pervasive as I had anticipated), you are left with overwhelming awe in the vast beauty of the world's largest body of water and the immeasurable creativity of its Creator. (See the video clip below because I'm just not smart enough to get it to embed here.)

But that still doesn't mean I like the sand. I think I've mentioned before that I prefer to take in the sights and sounds from comfort of a restaurant, ship, or otherwise enclosed, protected structure. I love to look more than touch the wonder that is the ocean. But even my kids prefer to touch, so on Thursday, off to the beach we went.

Grandma packed the lunch that makes it all worth it, a breeze kept us cool, and building sand castles (which looked more like sand pits to me) sufficiently wore everyone out to ensure great naps at home that afternoon. Actually, the littlest miss didn't even make it that long. Here she is, just moments from passing out in her beach chair, oblivious to the very not-quiet siblings running and splashing nearby.

Wild Pacific

Roar 'n Snore

While not quite the same as a real African safari, spending the night at San Diego's Wild Animal Park ranks right up there among cool things to do -- especially if you're 5 and not in the mood for 40 hours on a plane. Danny and my dad took all three kids there yesterday for what Alyssa called "the biggest day of my life." Reagan was impressed by the baby elephants which were apparently just about her size. I guess she's right if we're talking height (2 1/2 feet), but is just a little off on the weight (24 pounds vs. 250). Aly was actually brave enough to feed the Lorakeets this time and didn't cower at the lions quite the way her little sister did. And Parker was just simply in his element. He loves animals of all shapes and sizes, and walked around with his "nock-le-ers" glued to his eyeballs. As you can see, Parker and his papa are two peas in a pod. They're now sleeping quite soundly thanks to the roar part of the Roar 'n Snore experience. Lions wake up with the sun, and so do little ones sleeping next door.

First harvest

So our house came with a dog run. The previous owners had two huge old hounds that were given their own little plot on the side of the house. Basically a maybe 10 x 12 foot (I'm awful at estimating these things, so don't quote me on the dimensions) piece of dirt sandwiched between the pool equipment and the front fence. Since we are not dog people and (knock on wood) never will be dog people, we decided to turn their former abode into a little veggie garden. This spring, with a great amount of "help" from the short ones in our family, we raked, tilled, dug out rocks, and finally planted a few envelopes of seed procured from the Big Orange Box people. I did not have high hopes for the seedlings given the incredible volume of rock contained in the soil, our hot SoCal sun, and the fact they would be completely dependent upon us remembering to hand-water them at least once Every Single Day (okay, so we got a few days off thanks to the June Gloom, but what I'm saying is that these things are needy and this corner of our yard has no automatic irrigation). Nevertheless, despite the odds, some of the seeds actually decided to grow! Our corn has really taken off, and was better than "knee high by the 4th of July" so we may get a few ears out of it. One tomato is nearly ripe and a few more seem to be on their way (though in the interest of full disclosure, we did purchase these as plants, not seeds. I had forgotten how good homegrown tomatos smell, let alone taste, and forgot to add those to the initial collection). We have several teeny tiny pumpkins that just may be full-grown in time to become Jack O' Lanterns. Parker's wish of a homegrown watermelon might come true - though the plant is blooming far from where we planted it, just at the mouth of the drain - the seed that almost washed away. And today, we harvested our first zucchini. I'm not a big fan of zucchini, or any kind of squash for that matter, but I had heard that they are very prolific and thought it would be fun for the kids. We're going to make some bread this afternoon,. Any ideas once we're tired of that? Lest you think there are any green thumbs around here though, I'll include a photo of our peas. Sad little snap peas that grew, tried to give us their fruit, but perished in the scorching summer sun. Next year we'll have to give them a little more shade and something to grow up on. Alyssa's convinced that by then our garden will be "perfect." Optimistic little one I have!

My happy place

My affection for the greatest of all stores began when I was only 6 years old. Costco itself was just a baby, and my parents became members of Costco Wholesale, primarily to purchase supplies for my dad’s podiatry business. Or maybe that was just a ruse to gain access into the businesses-only club. Either way, I loved it simply because children weren’t allowed inside. Yeah, apparently they thought we would detract from the serious shopping atmosphere they were trying to create inside their big concrete box. That meant that my mom had to bring a friend along. So she and Kim Spring alternated shopping with keeping an eye on me, my sister and Kim’s two boys. Sounds boring enough, but to a little girl brought up in home with no television, it provided a welcome excuse to watch movies on the little TV/VCR combo built into my mom’s Suburban consol (pretty high tech stuff for 1984!).
Fast forward to 1999 when Dan and I were newlyweds, eating and shopping for only two. We couldn’t understand how the store earned its nickname – the “$100 store” – because we usually managed to make it out the door for far less. However, our first condo was just moments away and we enjoyed many a date night there eating our $1.50 hot dog/soda combos while watching people check out. It was (and is) thoroughly entertaining to see exactly what people think they need a lot of. Like the family I observed walk out with a 20-pack of Spam. Yep, of all the thousands of items stocked there, they choose gelatinous “meat” packed in salt and tin. Yum. Or the guys that come in just for roses. (Did you know you can even order wedding flowers from Costco?) Just by sitting there observing shopping carts you can determine what size clothing someone wears, whether they drink or smoke, if their kids are potty-trained, and the relative health of their food choices. It’s also fun to guess what peoples impulse buys might have been. Did they really plan on buying 40 packs of gum when they walked in the door? Did they think they’d be coming home with a new pair of jeans?
Now 10 years later I have become the worst offender in the impulse-buy department. Especially on the rare occasion that I end up there without the kids - that is with time to wander and sort through the stacks of clothing to find the sizes I “need.” (Maybe they were on to something with their 80s-era rules!) I am now the one people watch, wondering “does she really need 36 rolls of toilet paper all at once? Or two dozen dinner rolls? Or 3 pounds of tortilla chips?” And the answer probably is “no,” but I’ve discovered that it’s usually cheaper to buy 6 heads of lettuce at Costco and throw half of them away than it is to buy 3 at Ralphs. 3 pairs of swim goggles cost less than one at my next-favorite store, Target. Their always-cheaper cheese, meat, and even bread freeze well. And the high-quality down pillows cost less than poly-fill ones at a department store.
So I can no longer pass Costco’s cash register for less than $100. But I always feel like I’ve gotten a good value, in addition to a cheap lunch and an afternoon’s entertainment!

Happy Independence Day!

What could be more American than a good doughnut and a hometown parade? Well, maybe corn on the cob, watermelon, burgers and homemade ice cream. Top that all off with 4 hours in the pool, time with family, and a plethora of fireworks and we'll call it a fun day!

Projects

Though neither of us are particularly skilled, Danny and I both love home improvement projects. In almost 10 years of marriage we've owned 4 houses, none of which were in bad shape but all of which were quite bland. We've expended a lot of time, sweat, and money (that old adage - it will take twice as long and cost three times as much as you'd planned - has sadly been proven true more times than I'd like to count), but have turned each condo/townhouse/house into a home we've truly loved. I've even learned a thing or two about painting, electrical, and tiling along the way. So for Father's Day, I tackled a project Danny had been dreading: outdoor lighting. The materials had been decorating the shelves of our garage for several weeks, but when all was said and done, it only took a few hours to coerce them into decorating the yard instead. Best part of all: we actually came in under-budget! I'm pretty excited about the way it turned out, and that we now get to enjoy our backyard all evening. Then to top it all off, Danny's aunt gave us these beautiful lounge chairs, which only needed a little TLC to shine (Dr. Teak's TLC, not ours, thank-you-very-much. I'm not that ambitious!). Just in time for a fun summer outdoors!

What bottom?

So I'm thrilled to say that Reagan has taken after her brother in the potty-training department. Pretty much just decided one day that she liked the toilet and has been happy to use it ever since. She's even been dry most nights since then, making for a very grateful mama! Truly, the hardest part of this process has been finding undies that fit. Funny that they just don't make underwear for a 6-12 month-sized rear! We went with pull-ups for the first 6 weeks or so simply because they stayed on, and finally had to ask my MIL to tailor some "Doras" for her. Yes, the girl has custom undies! And as you can see, even after skillful alteration Reagan just doesn't have the bulk to fill them out. Rough life, I know.
(And no, I don't usually let the kids run around the yard in their underwear, but she's just so cute!)

5!

Five years ago tonight, I was sitting in a hospital bed waiting for the birth of my sweet baby boy. Based on his knowledge of the excruciatingly long labor I endured with Alyssa, my doctor was at home napping. He only barely made it back to the hospital to help us meet Parker at 1:11 a.m. on the 24th. That blessedly short labor was only the first of innumerable ways Parker has brought joy to our lives.

As a baby Parker was truly easy - a great sleeper, quick eater, and basically happy kid. He was a fun toddler - quick to learn to walk and climb, and from the beginning, 100% boy. As a preschooler, Parker easily adopted the role of big brother, becoming Reagan's greatest source of affection and annoyance. Now only weeks away from beginning school, he has made daddy his new favorite and loves nothing more than a date with his papa. Part of me is sad to lose the top spot, but it's so fun to see Parker become more and more like the men I most love and admire. I hope and pray that, like them, Parker will learn to love, serve and enjoy our Savior, and that he will make not only his mama, but also His God, smile.

Finally Free!

Today was a fun day of "school," saying good-bye to friends, eating pizza, playing water games, and later going to Up with the grandparents. As much as Alyssa loves school, she's even more excited about being home and we're thrilled to have her here!

World's Cutest Ringbearer

or at least so thinks this mama!

My new toy

So I finally jumped on the SLR bandwagon and am loving it! I was just missing too many shots of my babies in action, thanks to a super-slow point-n-shoot. Now I'm busy trying to figure out how to take full advantage of all this camera's features. For those of you who are photography veterans out there, what are some good resources for beginners, online or otherwise? I'd love to learn more about Photoshop too. For now, I'm having fun experimenting, and driving Alyssa, Parker and Reagan crazy with my demands for subjects.