Saturday, January 17, 2015

Love is Easy - Simple Anniversary

We like to do something we've never done before to celebrate our anniversary.  It can be something dramatic or something small, but doing something new makes us feel united and adventurous.  This tradition started 10 years ago with skiing.  Neither of us had much experience with downhill skiing so there was a lot of adrenaline, good fun, and to my amazement, no injuries.  Also, I don't know if there is any food on the planet that tastes better than a hot bowl of chili after an arduous day on the slopes.  Let me tell you, it is arduous when you have to pull yourself out of the snow 100 times.

Year 1 - Everything was new!

This year...


Location
We had a stay at home anniversary.  It could have been horrible.  Right?!  But it wasn't.  It was wonderful.  We just locked the bedroom door and let our kids catch up on Dr. Who.


Decor
I lit a candle in a mason jar...


Food
...and set out a cheese platter and some generous slices of Kermakakku and whipped cream.  It probably means love in Finnish ...or maybe it means Sour Cream Cardamom cake.  Nuance.  One of the benefits of an anniversary near the holidays is great leftovers.



Music
*New for me*  I made my first Spotify playlist [crowd cheers].  It's a musical chronology of our relationship from the "Nothing will ever happen between us" denial days to the devoted companions we are 19 years later, with some 80's love songs rounding it out.


Game
*New for both of us* We played a new game - Gifts  (I just made that name up.)  It's easy.  Each spouse needs a pencil and 12 pieces of paper.  Write one gift you would give the other if there were no obstacles.  Then exchange your gifts and take turns reading them aloud.  My favorite gift from Erik was "A big room w/big empty tables where projects can be left until done."  I don't know if his favorite gift from me was his "Caribbean hair," "Dinner and a jam session with Jack White at our house," or "All new rock climbing gear for a big wall assent."


Dancing
Then we spread our comforter on the floor, laid on our backs and listened to our "mix tape" just like we used to do (separately, in our respective homes as we were virtually unknown to each other) in high school when we had boom boxes with tape cassettes.  We laughed at our memories, made fun of 80's guitar solos and danced.


Presents
Already feeling awesome, we remembered we had other gifts for each other.  We ordered ebooks for each other from our public library.  GeekLove!  So, we downloaded our books and whether we actually read them or not is beside the point.  Also, I printed out a card  for Erik because I wanted to.

Year 19 - It just gets better.

Verdict
This was one of our best anniversary celebrations yet.  No commute.  No cost.  A little preparation and a whole lot of playful connectivity.


If this is love, love is easy!


I accidentally left that one off the playlist, so I'm sneaking it in now.  :)


Thursday, January 1, 2015

Not Changing in 2015

I have often been tripped up by lengthy lists of well intentioned resolutions that don't last for many days into the new year and leave me feeling like a lame-o almost from the get-go.  In recent years, I've mitigated failure by selecting a single simple goal for each new year.  This year I'm improving on that tradition by making a list of things I do not want to change in 2015.  It feels great!  Just think about it.  What is something in your life that you do not want to change in 2015?

Here, in no particular order, are 70-ish things I do not want to change about my life in 2015:

incandescent bulbs 
real butter
journaling
walks with my husband
dinner chore chart
cub scouts
family work
Live Music Night
poop jokes
view out my kitchen window
blue, green, and every mix of blue/green
subway
temple
visiting family
asking questions
optimism
reading, reading aloud to my family
home schooling
campfires
laundromat 1/2 block away
Blendtec blender (shout out to my Dad who works there and gave us a blender when our young daughter broke her mandible doing pirouettes in the living room -curse you Angelina Ballerina!)
Friends
CeraVe lotion
meals from scratch
morning snuggles with my littles
hand writing notes
jewelry made by my kids
pajama days
toast
ginger, nutmeg, cinnamon
sugar 
yoga
weights
kale
hugs
collecting instruments
wool socks
playgrounds
hot baths
good neighbors
meeting new people
forests & mountains
simplifying
ponytails
paying off debt, living within our means, saving
sunshine
sleep
good health
paper calendars
starfall.com
bread
nail polish
hula hooping
hiking
library
lip balm
flossing
warm boots
my workout tank top
Whatsapp, Instagram, Facebook
face to face time with people
one on one time with my kids
flip-flops
four seasons
my religion
my teeth
sewing machine
Spotify
emoticons
hot water
80's music
house dance parties
baking
being amazed by my husband and our children

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Santa Question

All Christmas season I've been stewing over what to do about the Santa question.  Nobody at my house was asking.  But my sweet nine year old son was so certain that Santa's wish granting factory was chugging away on his illustrated wish list, that I felt I needed to say something.  What should I say?  Until I could answer that question, I tried not to say anything.

One night after a father and son heart to heart about wants, needs, and true happiness, the timing seemed right.  Eli sat on my lap for a hug and I whispered in his ear.

Me:  You know how I'm the Birthday Fairy?
Eli:  What?
Me:  You know how I'm the Birthday Fairy?  Remember you helped me decorate when it was Alison's birthday?
Eli:  Yeah.  That was fun.
Me:  Well, I'm also the Tooth Fairy.
Eli:  *big eyes*
Me:  It is so fun taking a tooth and putting money under your pillow.
Eli:  *smile*
Me:  I am also the Easter Bunny.  Remember the basket we had this year on the boat?  One of the best parts of being a mom or dad is making happy surprises for our kids.
Eli:  That will be fun when I'm a dad.
Me:  Also, me and Dad and sometimes Grandma or Grandpa are (dramatic pause) - Santa.
Eli:  *processing - uncertainty - worry - acceptance*
Me:  You know who I'm not?  I'm not God.  I'm not Jesus.  I'm not the Holy Ghost.  They are real and they love you and have power to bless your life.  But I am Santa.  You have to love somebody very much and know them very well to be Santa.  Now that you know the holiday secret, you can help be Santa too.  When we wrapped presents yesterday, you were being Santa.

Erik opened a package containing a wrapped gift from an unknown source.  

Me:  Would you like to write, "From Santa" on this package?  

His initial concerns about his sisters recognizing his script were quickly set aside as he pulled out a blue sharpie.  More hugs and he finally, finally went to bed.  Erik was just getting into a joke from work that day when Eli magically appeared in the living room again.  All those cozy feelings from before started cooling fast.



Me:  What do you need?
Eli:  You know how I believe in Santa?
Me:  Oh, great.  Present tense.  Maybe that conversation didn't go as well as I thought it did.
Eli:  That means, I believe in you!



More hugs.  Can you believe this kid?!  I love Christmas.


Platinum Dad

Eli is a believer.  He wrote a beautifully illustrated letter to Santa this year.  Easy.  One stop at the Nintendo store and Santa could make all of Eli's Christmas wishes come true.  I even stamped the letter and mailed it to a florist shop on St. Nicholas street in North Pole, Alaska.  Thanks, Google!  The more earnest he was, the more nervous I got.  Knowing full well that Santa is not bringing him anything on his list, we've all been trying to manage his expectations without spoiling the magic.  Now, there's a trick!

Last night, he was on about Santa bringing him a WiiU again and Karina was gave him a sisterly lecture that started with, "Hey, I'm not getting what I want this year either." And ended with Eli crying, "We should have never gone on the boat."  I took over before Karina got to her conclusion.  "It was going to be really good," she told me.

With a prayer in my heart, I told him that I love him.  I showed him the Ikea Christmas commercials about kids who want attention more than stuff.  He was not impressed and seemed a little nervous about the direction our conversation was going.  Just when I was about to confess the whole big fat Santa lie, my hero arrived home from work.  That man is worth his weight in chocolate covered almonds!!  

At first he didn't want to speak to us because Eli and I each had nostrils packed with tissue.  'Tis the season!  I convinced him this was a tender discussion about the human experience, namely, Why do some kids get what they want, but I don't?  Erik set down his bag.  He took off his coat.  He thought for a moment.  Then he engaged in what I can only call Platinum Parenting and I knew my role had been to stall until Dad got home.  Here is a transcript of their discussion.

Erik:  You say what you want most is a WiiU.  But what you mean is that a WiiU is what you want   most -that you don't have.  Do you want to know the secret to happiness?
Eli:  nods yes
Erik:  Your mom and I learned early on in our marriage that the secret to happiness is being grateful.  What are some of the things that you do have?
Eli:  A family that loves me.
Erik:  We do love you.  What else?
Eli:  My plushies.  (plush Nintendo stars: Luigi, Mario, and CatMario which he takes everywhere)
Erik:  Yes.  What else?
Eli:  A home, food, my pajamas, other clothes, a place to sleep.
Erik:  There is no end to the things we don't have.  That goes for me, for Mom, for Karina, for Sarah Jane...  Right now you want a WiiU, but if you had that, you'd be able to think of something else you'd want.  If you want to be happy, then you'll be more grateful for the things that you do have.  Can I show you something.  (He pulls up the NYT Year in Pictures 2014)

Here's a country that at war.  These are refugees running away.  These people are being shot at.  This team lost the Super Bowl.  This girl got injured in a police fight.  These people are trying to sneak into the country and being met by border patrol.  These women are voting despite threats of violence.  These people died when their building blew up from a gas leak.  This person fell off a horse. These people are angry with their government.  These people are praying for relatives who died when their boat sank.  These kids are practicing what to do in case a shooter comes into their school, these people don't have enough food.

We don't need to look at all of the pictures.  I'll tell you how I feel about Christmas.  Big or small, something or nothing - if we have grateful hearts we can be happy.  You'll see friends get things that you wished you had and that can be hard.  We want to give you everything that you want, but we will give you the best we can.  We will give you a gift because we love you.  It probably won't be the gift that you want, but we hope you like it.  If you want to think about some gifts you can give others, that's another way to feel really great.

Emily, is there anything else you want to add or improve upon?

Me:  No.  I cannot improve upon what you just said.

I am SO in love with this guy!!  #howtodad

We finished up with some snuggles and sent the little scamp to bed.






Lavish Christmas

I realize that I get defensive when I'm overwhelmed, unprepared, comparing myself, or required to meet somebody else's standards.  Uh... Yes, so that basically describes my lead up to Christmas this year.  That and concerns about money.  Well, not really about money; more about not having it or at least not having it in the quantities that furnish piles of presents, bulging Christmas stockings, and delighted gasps from my children Christmas morning.  I know, I would have thrown myself a pity party, but my calendar was booked.

Then I received three gifts from the internet -not quite gold, frankincense, and myrrh but stories that brought healing into my heart.  I want to share them with you in case you're struggling too.  The first two were forwarded to me by my wonderful mother-in-law just in the St. Nick of time!  At first I thought, "Yeah, sure.  Kids want attention more than stuff.  Not my kid.  My kids wants a Nintendo WiiU.  Hands down.  No questions asked.  Nothing else will make Christmas happy for him."  But then I watched theses Ikea commercials.  What?!  Ikea.  It's for real.


And this one showed me how all that attention can look from a kid's perspective.  If you don't speak Spanish, here's the translation:  The woman says, "Look at all the children enjoying their Christmas presents.  Come here, sweetheart.  What did you get for Christmas?"  He shows her his gift and she is shocked, "That's it?!"  The boy reflects on his joyous Christmas morning.  The woman says, "Poor thing."  The boy looks at her like she's a total weirdo, shrugs, and then returns to his friends.





I was sitting alone on the couch checking my email for the umpteenth time that day.  As I watched these commercials, I became sensible to the fact that my husband was putting the kids to bed.  He was playing the guitar -Jack White, not exactly a lullaby but definitely sing-along material at our house.  I could hear the kids singing with him.  Then he cycled through some originals and some Christmas music.  The flood gates released I realized that even though there won't be a lot of wrapping paper to clean up this year, we are giving our children an incredibly lavish Christmas abundant with attention, bursting with encouragement, and overflowing with love.


The next morning I got a booster shot in the form of a blog post about how one mother's worst Christmas turned into her best.  Read half or read the whole thing.  In case you don't feel like reading it at all, I've included a spoiler at the end of this post.  I read this to my family and we laughed until we cried.  Especially me.  Those are the kind of tears we should have at this time of year.


In that spirit...
I wish you an extravagant, luxurious,  Christmas!



*SPOILER*
The family is experiencing financial straits due to medical issues and the mother is up sewing gifts for neighbors to save money when she realized she has nothing for the children's stockings the next morning and can't even afford a package of gum.  Her 11 year old daughter comes in and learns the plight of her parents.  She says, "All that matters is that we're a family.  I don't care if you squat over my stocking and poop in it."  Lots of laugh.  Clear thinking returns.  The family has an opportunity to bless someone else which has the effect of increasing their gratitude and reducing their worries all in one swoop.  Christmas magic!




Sunday, November 23, 2014

Are You Talking About My Kid? Down syndrome


Today we talked to Lily's Sunday school class about Down syndrome.  We didn't dwell on the past or on future.  We talked about what it is and what it means for Lily now.  We talked a little bit about science and hopefully gave the other kids a chance to try on some of Lily's challenges for a few minutes in a fun way.  The children were curious, interested, honest, and completely without guile.

I hope you will talk about my kid.
I'm posting the lesson here in hopes it will help you talk to your children about Down Syndrome. 

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Bring:
Paper, pencils, chalk, coloring book, marshmallows, goldfish, gloves, weights,  laptop w/photo album of Lily doing a variety of things

Prayer
Sing – I Am A Child of God

Who in this classroom is a child of God?
(all of us)
Before we came to this world, we lived with Him and if we keep trying to obey His commandments, we’ll live with Him again someday.  But for now, we live here on earth and it’s pretty great.  One of the cool things is that we all get bodies that are made to look like God’s body.  We are His children so, of course, we look like Him.
                                                                                                                                                                                      What are some of the ways we are the same?
(emotions, eyes, mouth, nose, hands, legs, teeth…)





But we’re not exactly alike.                           

What are some of the ways we are different? 
(hair color, eye color, skin color, siblings, height, boy, girl, skills)    

What are some of the things that make Lily different?  (Actual comments:  She's short.  She walks like a penguin -Lilys said, "I'm not a penguin!", She talks like a toddler, etc.)


If you’ve noticed Lily is different, you’re right.  Today we’re going to talk about why she is different and how she is the same.  Lily was born with Down syndrome.

What is Down syndrome?

Let’s get fancy:  chalk drawing   Cell – chromosome –gene

Our bodies are made out of teeny, tiny cells.  Inside each cell there are genes.  There is a lot scientists don’t know about genes, but we do know we each have about 25,000 of them!  These genes are packaged into bundles called chromosomes.  Most humans have 23 pairs (sets) of chromosomes.  These chromosomes give your body information about how to grow; whether you will be a boy or a girl, tall or short, dark skinned or freckled.

Chromosomes: 
Chromosomes are the parts of our cells that carry genes.  Genes provide the information that decides the details about us – our hair color, how tall we are, whether or not we like cilantro…

Pass each child a copy of DS coloring book and read pages 4-9 describing cells, genes, and chromosomes

Some people have an extra set of Chromosomes; 47 instead of 46.  When a body had 47 instead of 46 chromosomes, it is called Down syndrome.  It is a condition people are born with.  Lily was born with Down syndrome.  It isn’t contagious, and Lily won’t grow out of it.  I just happens because of an extra chromosome.  All that extra information makes some things, like walking, talking, reading, and writing harder to do.  When things are harder, it may take more effort and more time to get really good at those things.

Here’s another way of describing it: (from Denver Post Mini-Pages)
 
Suppose you’re making sugar cookies.  You use flour, sugar, butter and other ingredients to make the cookies.  But if you add chocolate chips to the batter, you won’t have sugar cookies anymore.  All the cookies will have chocolate chips – you can’t take them out.  When that extra chromosome gets added in, it changes almost every cell of the body, just like the chocolate chips show up in every cookie.  You still have a cookie, but it’s a little bit different.

Lily’s spirit is perfect and pure just like yours, but the extra chromosome in her body also makes her different.

I won’t show you pictures from Lily’s whole life, but I brought an album of photos of Lily from this past year so you can see some of the things she does and enjoys.

Show album – swimming, hiking, sailing, hanging out with friends, making cookie dough, eating pizza, talking on the phone, at the playground, drawing, reading, doing school work, playing instruments, making silly faces, ballet, riding a horse, collecting eggs, at a bonfire, getting her face painted, playing with a puppy, at the library, etc.
Note - There is a picture of Lily with her younger cousin who also has Down syndrome/Trisomy 21.  I mentioned that he had some health issues at first and needed help breathing.  That extra chromosome can affect each person differently.  Lily hasn't had any medical issues related to DS.  

What are some of the things that are the same about Lily? 
(some actual comments:  We both like coca-cola.  We’re both photogenic.  We both like swimming.  We both like dancing…)

Just like you, Lily likes to do lots of different things.  Just like you, Lily has feelings.

Just like you, Lily learned to walk and talk.  She got some extra help to practice making the different sounds.  She will keep getting better at it.  She had to wear weights strapped to her ankles and practice climbing stairs and hills.  Now, she is really good at it and can even run, jump, and dance.

Just like you, Lily is learning to read books and write.  She will keep getting better at it.





I want to help you imagine how tricky some of these things can be for Lily.  

Talking
Let’s practice talking.  Let me hear each of you introduce yourself.  Say, “Hello.  My name is ­­­­­_______________.”  Now, try it with a mouth full of marshmallows. 

Lily’s words are getting better all the time, but if you don’t understand her, she will be happy to repeat herself.  Or if she doesn’t say a word quite right, she is happy for you to help her say it correctly and she’ll try again.  She wants you to understand what she is saying.

Writing – fine motor skills
Next, let’s try writing our names and eating a snack. Let’s try it with Lily’s Dad’s big gloves on.  (Pencil and paper for each kid to write their name).

With the gloves on, try getting a few goldfish out of the bowl and putting them into your mouth.

Even though it is tricky for her, Lily is learning to write her name.  She is learning to read. 

Moving the body – gross motor skills
It is tricky for Lily to learn to move her body.  Try holding a weight in only one hand and notice how much more difficult it is to move that arm.

Have you noticed some things that are tricky for Lily? (talking, sitting still, not touching other people’s stuff, not touching other people, paying attention, needs repeat or reminders, speaking smoothly…)

Some things are really easy for Lily.

Have you noticed some things that Lily is really good at? (SUPER flexible, pranks, volunteering, forgiving, showing love, good friend, hugs, kicking soccer ball, climbing)

Something Lily doesn't like is being left out or left behind.  Nobody likes that.
                                                                
You are each a precious child of God.  He loves you.  Your parents love you.  Heavenly Father has asked us to love each other, too.  When Lily is bothering you can kindly say, “Please stop ­­­____” or  “That’s not okay.”  You can be a good friend to Lily by saying hello.  She LOVES it when you say hello.  It makes her feel SO good.  You can be a good friend to Lily by asking her about what she likes, by being patient, and by inviting her to play here at church or anywhere. 

Do you have any questions about what Lily likes?  (books, games, movies, foods, playgrounds, places to visit, songs…)

Do you have any other questions?

I know Lily cares about each of you.  She knows all of your names.  She talks about you at our house.  Sometimes she prays for you.  She is always excited to come to Primary and see you.  Thank you for being a good friend to Lily.

Prayer






Saturday, February 1, 2014

Does Your Dream Make You Puke?

In four days we'll be stuffing our duffles and catching a jet stream to our new abode, a catamaran named Fezywig.  We have a new website to go with it.  We'll mostly be hanging out here for awhile: 

Change is fast, but transition is slow and things rarely go as we expect.  This unlikely dream journey is already six years old.  My Hero wanted to sail, so when a friendly visitor at church offered to captain a daysail on his own little sailboat, My Hero jumped.  What did he care ladies were the target audience?  He puked four times that day (it was not the ham sandwich) and couldn't wait to get back out there.  Temporarily taking on a second part-time job, he signed four of us up for bi-weekly afternoon sailing lessons in New York Harbor, one of the busiest waterways on the Hudson.  The excitement of sailing by the Statue of Liberty was lost on three nauseous sailors.  Two of them planted their warm faces on the cool deck of the J-24 and begged to end the lesson early.  As it turns out, I'm not prone to sea sickness.  Phew!  We kept coming back.  The queasies subsided.  We passed our certification exam.

1st instructor


We celebrated by sailing as a family, including the three young children who had never been aboard.  We rented a sailboat at Tom's River, just the seven of us.  Imagine the romantic setting as we launch into the cool blue waters, only one child clenched in an endless death-scream, as we join the jet skis, motor boats, and sailing vessels already skimming along.  What a jolly site.  A 6 month old in a sun bleached life vest and a Bumbo seat nursing undeterred by mother's equally buoyant life vest.  What is 10 inches of foam between mother and child?  Unfazed they are, by the screaming three year old trying to dig a bomb shelter with his face in mother's armpit.  The fearless seven year old clings to the deck as if she is perched on a slender oak branch 40 feet in the air repeating the soothing mantra, "I want to go home.  I want to go home.  I want to go home."  See how the friendly sailors wave and laugh as the family's boat keels two inches starboard and the entire family shrieks in unison racing to the other side of the boat, only to make it wobble to port.  And hear our cheery skipper's unfailing bark as he growls us all to order.  After an hour, the death scream subsides, but tossing pebbles from the riverbank is unanimously voted the favorite part of the day.  We temporarily reconsider this dream.

Tom's River smiles:  they look a little forced.









[Insert lots of other steps over multiple seasons including our favorite skipper sailing splitting rental costs with friends to get sail time, completing two courses in a couple's Caribbean week (NOT romantic), joining a sailing school so we could finally sail as a family for two years of weekly water, 3 days of chartered family puking in Florida, and test sailing a catamaran with friends (romantic after My Hero's non-stop mucous infection finally dried up).]














Pursuing this dream has been an arduous, delightful adventure already.  I'm not sure how many would have continued after such a foreboding start.  After a lifetime of mild aqua phobia, I was not seduced by the romance of the sea.  I proceeded purely out of love for My Hero.  Our skills increased.  It's funny how we never get worse at something.  Sailing became really fun.  This was partly because it's an outdoor water sport with a lot of wind, but also because we could gather up our children to ourselves.  We were often out of cell range.  We sat facing each other in the sunshine for three or four hours at a time.  We would talk, sing, shriek at the occasional steep angle and sea spray.  We would tack, jibe, and run man overboard drills.  We would navigate by map and keep a sharp eye out for buoys with praise heaped on the first scamp who could clearly read it's number and find it on the chart.  That focused time together felt slower and more wholesome than our average hours.  Memories remained more vibrant and distinct.  And I snorkeled.  Now, it's one of my favorite things.  It's still scary, but totally worth it.  What other favorites are hiding inside my fears?

A friend's unfiltered photo of the blue, blue Mediterranean amazed us.

I think My Hero started sailing inspired by the romantic notion of celestial navigation and big oceans connecting humanity through the centuries.  Then one day he said, "I think the seven of us on a boat would be enough universe to keep me engaged for the rest of my life."  If not those exact words, something darn close to that.  And that is the plank I walked to get onboard with this dream.  My vision is a vibrant loving family that works, plays, and explores together.  Home and Family are my watchwords.  My genius husband has figured out how meld our visions to stay home and to travel.  He is a big believer in both.  I swear, one day he will keel over dead from a Stroke of Brilliance!



Bottom Line:  If your dream makes you puke, carry on.  It's worth it.