Good-bye backpacking, Hello family camping

Aaron and I used to backpack.  Nothing hard core, the most was a backpacking trip for 3 days on our honeymoon.  But then we went to graduate school. And had kids.  We have definitely done some tent camping in the meantime, squeezing our growing family into our 3 person backpacking tent and cooking oatmeal and boiling hot dogs on a backpacking stove.

This year we decided to accept the reality of our season of life. 

As we prepared for our first camping trip of this summer we fully embraced camping as a family of five:  We bought a coleman stove.  We purchased camp chairs for each person in the family. We borrowed a HUGE tent from our neighbors.  We even packed the portable crib.  Everyone had a pillow and extra blankets and a suitcase of clothes and toys.  And we loaded all of this into, yes, you guessed it, our MINI VAN.

We were going to camp in comfort.  Say good-bye to backpacking and minimalist car camping, we brought out the big guns.

It took us 3 days to pack. Maybe 2 hours to load the car. 6 hours to drive to the coast. Another couple of hours to pitch a huge tent and set up camp.  We did it.

Day 2 it poured rain.  It is the Pacific Northwest, we should have been more prepared.  The borrowed tent was collecting gallons of rain. Aaron feared it would collapse on us and our children in the middle of the night.  So, we abandoned the comforts of a large tent for the confined space of the van. Yes, we all slept in the van and I confess we slept quite comfortably.  But then we got up and had to pack everything back up into our mini van.  That was no small feat especially since everything was now muddy and wet, including the 3 children. 

So after 2-3 hours of packing the van, 6 hours of driving back home, an entire evening of unpacking the camping gear, and 8 loads of laundry later everything was put away...and we started planning the next camping trip...which included the purchase of our very own 8 person tent with a rain fly.

Our friends, Aime and Ash (and their super dog Seamus) get major props for participating in this inaugural camping trip and for being totally awesome to camp with.

More than art...

One thing that is important to our little church is being involved in the community.  So many people have been burned by the church or by other Christians and will never step into a church building.  Our hope is to take a bit of church and Jesus to them.  That is why we do service projects once a month and why Aaron worked for over a year to paint an intersection.  Plus, we just really love our neighbors and love to get people together!

On June 7, we finally got to paint the intersection.  It was such an amazing day!  The weather was flawless, lots of people came out and met one another, there was good music.  I just love the way a shared project brings people together.  I am also really proud of my husband.  He and another guy did a lot of leg work to see this project to completion.  They visited city council, rallied neighbors, knocked on countless doors, obtained permits, on and on.  Aaron's heart for this community never ceases to inspire me.

Here are just a few of the photos from that day taken by another talented neighbor - Nolan.

I love the colors.  You can see the mural from several blocks away.

Emily was the artist who drew the mural on the pavement, mixed colors, and was generally just awesome.

Two handsome guys I had to include!

This project brought people together who would normally never cross paths.

Willow was the 12 yr old who designed the mural.

We ran out of paint before we were able to finish the painting, so stay tuned for the final project!!

Happy 1st Birthday

Wow. Has it really been one year? It feels like yesterday he was born, but it also feels like Silas has always been here.  I love the way that he has completed our family.

What a difference one year makes in a baby!  He has grown and changed so much.  We got to have a few little celebrations the past few days, including one in CO with extended family.  Silas Wisdom, you continue to be such a joy to us.  We all love you so much.

All in a day's work

The day started off with "Holy Shoot!" from the 3 year old.  And then an explanation why we shouldn't say that.  And then the question, "well then is it okay to say Holy Cow?"

Well, crap, I thought to myself, is it okay?  I landed on yes it is okay to say, but reminded my children that nothing is holy except God.  So maybe it's not okay to say, "holy cow" or "holy moly" or...?

Up next was the almost 1 year old climbing the ladder of the bunk bed unassisted and I must say quite skillfully. Great, now I have to eliminate another hazard.  I am beginning to remember why I love babies and have a love/hate relationship with toddlers.

Then the 6 year old lost her front tooth at supper.  She asked the tooth fairy to bring fairy dust.  Some white sugar mixed with purple and pink sprinkles left over from some birthday party and...Voila! Pixie dust.  The tooth fairy also added 2 quarters for good measure, but the fairy pixie dust was a hit and the quarters may still be under the pillow. Next time, I think the tooth fairy will get herself a coffee instead of giving money.

I write these things to remind my present self what a sweet time we are in with the kids and so my future self does not forget these little moments.  Sometimes the yelling or whining or exhaustion is all I can remember.

Sacred Space

The other day I realized that my bed is truly a sacred space for me.  I know it's a weird thought.

A good portion of my life is spent in it...sleeping. I fall into bed every night exhausted. My days are full, but at night I crawl under the covers, pick up a book, and take a deep breath. I stretch my legs out and finally let go of the day and prepare for the next. And usually read 2 pages before I drift off.  But the bed is also so much more.

My bed is about rest, but it's also about connection.  Amos takes his naps in my bed.  We read a story and have a moment to connect before he rests. Sometimes if the stars align, Aaron or I will rest with him.  And again before bed Aaron reads to the kids in our bed.  There are cuddles and talk about the day. Prayers are said. When we enter that space, we all slow down.  It's here where the important things happen.

My bed is about intimacy.  Intimacy with my children, but also my husband. We have heart felt conversations lying side by side. Our legs touch. And it goes without saying that 3 children were conceived in that sacred space.  My 3rd baby was born in that bed and I have nursed my babies in the wee hours of the morning in that bed.

My bed is a sacred space.  My family goes there for rest, connection and intimacy.  It is the most special space in my house. I think I should go there now!

Sick of the $#*T (part 2)

No, this is not another post about potty training, it is about a different kind of shit, but equally messy.

It is smeared on church pews of conservatives and on the high horses of liberals. I am so tired of it.

Last week, World Vision (a child sponsorship organization that happens to be Christian), decided that they would start hiring Christians in same-sex marriages.  My first reaction?  They are so brave. My second reaction? They are going to get eaten alive.

And they did. Two days later, they reversed their policy.

You know what I am sick of? I am sick of conservatives AND liberals. I am sick of the judgment and opinions.  I am sick of everyone on their soap boxes and blogs (irony) telling everyone else how they should think and what they should believe.  I am sick of talk with no action. I am sick of "politically correct." I am sick of people flinging shit at each other.

You know who the casualties are?  Vincent in Honduras, Ngutu in Kenya, Priya in India. Children are going hungry because people in America don't want a gay accountant working at World Vision.  Children are dying while we debate homosexuality and prayer in schools and whatever else happens to appear in a facebook feed. I can't help but think that Satan is having a heyday with all of this division.

We need to stop the madness.  If we spent half that energy helping children in our neighborhood or caring for someone who is lonely or sponsoring a child or listening to someone's story or empathizing with someone different than us these debates would seem so cursory. Let's stop making the wrong things the main things. Caring for each other as human beings should be the most basic thing we do. I have sat with too many hurting and broken people this week.  I can't help but think we are all missing the point. Sitting in coffee shops or churches and talking and criticizing does NO good.  Just stop it.  Take a minute to walk in someone else's shoes. We are all humans.  We are all hurting and broken in need of grace and kindness.

Stop the madness.  What all these crazy conversations do is take us away from what truly matters...each other.

Lately

Montana

I feel like we are entering a new era with Montana.  She is starting to read, we are able to explain and reason with her, she is funny and gets humor, and is starting to get embarrassed by us. It is so fun to see her grow up and become herself.  But, I am sad at the same time.  Not only is it hard to see her become more independent, but I know what's coming.  One of my favorite books, Reviving Ophelia by Mary Pipher, explains how girls start losing their inhibitions. They lose sight of their true self in order to adapt to pressure from peers, society, and media. It is not easy reaching adolescence and I want to protect her from friendship struggles, a broken heart, and crazy societal expectations. I know I can't protect her, so I must prepare her.

Aaron and I have noticed another shift in her.  We have watched her become accommodating. Too accommodating.  In order to avoid conflict, she quickly gives in...to her brother, to her friends.  At first glance, it appears that she is being kind and selfless by allowing the other person to have what they want. But on the other hand, I see her sacrificing her own desires simply to avoid conflict.  This is such a tricky balance, because I want her to be kind and learn to compromise, but I also want her to stand up and speak out for her desires.  I want her to use her voice when things are really important to her, but I also know that to be in relationship sometimes your desires have to be put on hold or set aside.  I see myself in her so much, and the need for me to model healthy assertiveness.  Right now I am trying to be her voice and help her ask for what she wants, at the same time practicing it for myself too.

Raising a girl. I am freaked out and excited and honored.  I love watching her grow.

Amos

With Montana away at school, this kid is seriously my sidekick.  We do everything together. He is determined, but oh so cuddly.  He crawls into bed with us every morning about 4am and snuggles.  Anytime I am on the floor, he jumps on me or climbs on me.  We love going to the library and picking out Star Wars books. We share coffee and read those books. He is getting awesome at riding his strider.  He dislikes wearing underwear and prefers to stay in his pajamas all day everyday.  Some days he will wear a shirt, sleep in it and wear it again the next day.  I have resigned myself to fighting the clothing battle.  Wear whatever you want, it's not worth the struggle. Amos really misses Montana now that she is gone everyday.  He runs to her the minute she walks in the door.  Sometimes you can tell that she is tired and just needs a break, but she graciously hugs him while rolling her eyes. Last night, Montana was with our neighbor, Catherine, having some girl time.  Amos had a hard time going to sleep.  He is used to Montana being in the room with him. He says adorable things like, "Mom, you got-for (forgot) read that page."  Randomly he will say, "I love you, mom" and give me a kiss.  The other day he told me that he has a crush on me. Oh, my heart.

It feels like it will be different raising boys.  He gets very frustrated and angry when he doesn't get his way.  He grits his teeth and yells. He needs to be active and get his energy out.  He seems like he will be a kid who does things his own way.  The other day when I picked him up from Sunday School, the teacher said that he insisted on standing the whole time.  He didn't want to sit on the floor like the other kids, but at least he was obedient and listened, he just stood.

 Silas

I can't believe he is already 9 months old.  It has gone so fast.  He is definitely a mama's boy and I must confess, I don't mind.  He is likely our last baby, so I am trying to enjoy every moment of it because in a few months he will be walking and then running away from me. He is a charmer and has adorable smiles to give away.  He is pulling himself up and cruising along furniture.  I think at this point, Montana was just beginning to crawl.  We have been blessed by Silas' "go with flow - I'm the 3rd kid" vibe. I know most babies like music, but Silas seems more interested in it than the other two were. He loves it when Aaron plays guitar and is quickly soothed by a song (despite my off key singing).

Much to his brother's annoyance, Silas is getting into things.  He "messes" up Amos' puzzles and legos. I am anxious to see how this brother relationship will play out. I pray for a strong bond between my kids.  Both Aaron and I pray that they will be friends and enjoy one another. 

It's amazing that this little guy has brought so much joy to our family in the short time that he has been here.  When I look at my kids, my heart is full of amazement and gratitude.  They are healthy and strong. They are full of personality and make my life so full.  Aaron and I had a weekend together recently without kids (except Silas) and although we enjoyed the quiet and the time to connect, we missed our kids.

This moment in time, this is our life.