The Week-ish in Pictures

 

I saw this on the interwebs the other day and it seriously cracked me up. 

 Just what every new mamma needs - a drum solo. 

Duke strikes again!  I bought these Culver's cards as a Christmas gift, laid them on the counter when I got home, and ran upstairs quickly.  When I got back down a few minutes later, Duke had snatched them and was happily chomping away.  Thankfully, though it took them a while to figure out how, Culver's was able to give me new cards so I didn't have to gift these Duke-ified cards as a gift.

Our sad Christmas tree.  Duke (him again!) has been trying to eat the ornaments, so our tree now looks like we have a toddler.  The last few days I've been trying to add a few ornaments on the lower part of the tree to see what he'll do, and he has left them alone, so maybe there's hope for the future.  Maybe.

I bought this T-shirt this year and it brings me a lot of joy whenever I wear it.  Teaching the Christmas story to my students is hands down my favorite part of teaching (and also teaching the Holy Week story).  This phrase caught my eye the Christmas of 2020 and has had my heart since -- what a thrill of hope Jesus is to this oh-so-weary world.

On How To Find An Iphone

1.  Wear leggings without pockets.

2.  Juggle multiple items in hands while helping early-dismissal children get coats and backpacks on.

3.  Tell early-dismissal children goodbye and take rest of class to library.

4.  Realize at end of library time that phone is missing.

5.  Retrace steps and repeatedly ping apple watch fruitlessly.

6.  Realize that phone might have fallen into a student's backpack and gone home with the child, even though no memory of such a thing exists in one's mind.

7.  Email husband and ask him to check my location to see if phone might have left the building.

8.  Try to wait patiently for husband to email back, carry on with teaching PreK kiddos.

9.  Encounter several people in the building and hear lots of good advice and well wishes for lost phone.

10.  Finally hear back from husband and learn that phone is, indeed, about 6 miles away.

11.  Feel ridiculous.

12.  Determine which child lives at that address and call his mom, my friend.

13.  Wait while she kindly goes to check and verifies that yes, my phone is tucked away safely in son's backpack.

14.  Continue with the day, needing my phone multiple times and having to figure things out without it.

15.  Feel ridiculous.

16.  Print directions to her house from MapQuest like its 1999 because I HAVE NO PHONE OR GPS OR ABILITY TO FUNCTION APPARENTLY.

17.  Leave school in the windy, freezing cold, and promptly lose the printed directions to the wind.

18. By some stroke of luck, stomp on the papers and save them.

19.  Drive as if blind, relying on printed directions and not a disembodied voice, and wonder how we ever survived without GPS.

20.  Arrive at student's house and walk up to door, admiring all the Christmas yard decor. 

21.  Feel my watch go crazy with missed texts and calls.

22.  Greet my friend and her children and thank her profusely for helping me end this wild goose chase.

23.  Feel ridiculous.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!  Well, Happy New Church Year!  Today is Advent One, and also the start of the new church year.  Today we begin preparing our hearts for the coming of Christ at Christmas.  Advent is a time of reflection, quiet, and gentle solemnity as we ponder the coming of the Christ child.

Which of course sounds ridiculously hard in a season of busyness and crazy and shopping and parties and decorating. It seems the world is in constant push back to the Christian idea of a reflective Advent, and it is therefore a bit of a challenge for us to approach it that way.

The last year hasn't been the easiest.  It's easy for me to be in a hurry to turn the page on the year, anxious for better times.  Throughout the last year, I have tried to find the good in challenging times - to see how God provides, how God answers prayers, and how God always has our good in mind.  As we begin Advent and the new year, I am praying that I am able to truly focus on God's gift to us in His son Jesus.  

Today in Bible class, we talked about what John the Baptist said in the gospel of John:  He must increase and I must decrease.  This has long been a favorite passage of mine.  As this Advent season begins, this is my prayer.  That all my worldly problems, even though they will remain present, fall away as I put Christ first. Less me, more Christ.  Less worry, more worship and witness.  Less inward gazing and more pointing to the newborn King.

On the Process of Naming A Dog

As I just blogged, we got a dog.  The name he came with was fine, but didn't grab any of us, so in the week between our (surprising) decision to adopt him and his adoption day, we had to come up with a new name for him.  Our family group chat with the seven of us LIT UP with name options being tossed out day and night.  Everyone was passionate about the names they loved and the names they hated.  As I often find our family group chat, it was hilarious.  

Since our Shadow was a black dog and had a name connected with his color, I thought we should do the same for this dog.  I tossed out Pepper, Coffee, Stormy and the like.  They were all quickly vetoed.  Among some of the names that were suggested are these:

Maverick
Rooster
Moose
Bear
Asher
Chewbacca (Chewy)
Kronk
Snuffleupagus (Snuffy)
Augie
Zeke
Dwight
Ron Swanson
Duke

This is an incredibly small representation of the names suggested in our group text.  Some I can't share here, some were just ridiculous, and some were good but never took off with enough people.  If I had agreed to Kronk (from the Disney movie character), that's what his name would be.  At some point, one of the texts said it was a done deal because "we have a child majority and dad".  Apparently they thought mom was a lame duck in the veto department, but they quickly learned that since mom would be doing the majority of the work, mom would not be sounding like an idiot calling a crazy name out the back door. About mid week, one of the kids created a google poll to put an end to it all, but it proved inconclusive. Later in the week, we tossed out two names in the category of "Names we wanted to use for our children but didn't - and added Augie (Augustine), and Zeke (Ezekiel).  

And then. . .my husband happened to poll the second graders at our school, and one of the names they tossed out was Duke.  When he shared the names in the group chat, he also shared that Duke was his dad's childhood dog's name.  And the rest is history.  We all thought Duke was a regal name, and we all very much loved the Papa connection.  

And so we named him Duke. And while he doesn't exactly have regal behavior yet, we think he'll get there.  And we'll always love that our crazy dog name discussion ended with loving thoughts about Papa. 

DUKE!

I haven't blogged in ages, which is due in part to big kids who don't want me to share the hilarious things they (still) say and do.  The other part, of late, is because we temporarily lost our minds and listened to our children.  We gave them what they asked for, and now we are unable to do anything else, including, but not limited to: showering, sitting on the couch, using the bathroom, unloading the dishwasher, going upstairs, having people over in a peaceful manner, and generally living a calm lifestyle.

You guessed it!  We got a dog!  Even worse - a puppy!  Ever since we lost our very best bad boy, Shadow, the kids have been begging for a new dog.  Our youngest daughter, who is shockingly 13 years old, was the most tenacious.  She checked petfinder day and night for new listings that met good ol' mom's rigorous criteria (no shedding, no puppy, housebroken, well-behaved, cute and fluffy, and not too expensive).  She showed me countless listings over the course of a few months, and either we inquired and never heard back, or I rejected her choices (re: my Very Important List).  

Until she showed me a listing for a black, fluffly schnoodle.  First red flag:  PUPPY.  He was a 7 month old puppy, but housebroken.  The biggest reason we didn't want a puppy was because we don't have the time to train one.  But since this one was housebroken, I thought maybe he might be ok.  I emailed the shelter for more information and the next morning (Saturday), I had a reply that we could have a meet and greet that day! It suddenly felt more real. . . and on the way over to the shelter, I prepped my daughter.  "He is going to be adorable. We cannot make this decision based on his cuteness.  If he's crazy or badly behaved, he won't be for us. You must be mature about this."  

Our first meeting with Duke was like this:  A tall, 35 pound blur of black fur zoomed into the meet and greet room, peeing all the way.  Red flags two and three: WILD AND NOT HOUSEBROKEN?? We headed outside with the worker (who was great) so that he could pee out there (all told, he peed 3-4 times during our meet and greet).  And while we talked to her, he ran around the small area like a maniac, jumping up on us and the table and zooming in and out of our legs.  The whole visit lasted a half hour and he never got still even once.

To everyone's complete shock (including several of the children), we got the dog a week later.  And it's been. . .hard.  And fun, and rewarding, but also challenging.  He is the cutest boy, and sometimes sweet and cuddly.  But has has been very prone to nipping and barking and chewing anything and everything (he might be part goat).  He is a puppy, so almost all of these things can be chalked up to his age, which we know.  I am taking him to training classes, and we are all working with him.  He's a smart boy, so I am thinking we'll probably all make it through the puppy stage alive.  Hopefully.

So.  Here it is for posterity, in the annals of our family history. We got a dog.  A puppy.  And after a month and a half, we are still standing, albeit in a slightly more guarded manner.   He's cute, he's sometimes sweet and we can see glimmers of the calm boy he'll be in a year or so (a YEAR.  sigh.).  

A few notes about this picture.  See the spot on the piping just behind Duke's head?  Yep - that's where he chewed the couch and pulled some of it apart.  Also, the pillow he is resting his cute head on (as well as almost every other throw pillow we possess) has chewed corners. 

Vacation By the Numbers Part 3

Earlier this week we returned home from a fabulous family vacation in Colorado.  It was full of beauty and laughter and hiking and driving and complaining (gotta keep it real, ya know!) and camping and family togetherness.  As usual, I loved the time together -- no matter where we travel, the best part of vacation for me is that we're all together.  Here's a little numerical sum up of our time out west:

• LCMS conventions we randomly happened upon: 1    While traveling through Missouri, we got to our hotel to find a looooong line of people. . .who were all LCMS, there for a district convention! It's a small synod after all!
  
• Miles hiked: 35  Not all of us hiked all 35 miles, but my husband definitely did.  I hiked a decent amount of them, some of which had sneaky misleading info at the trailhead (sometimes 1.4 miles means 1.4 miles straight up a hill (mountain)).  
• Hilarious history lessons: 1  While driving and driving one day, one of the younger kids asked my two eldest kids a question about history.  Somehow those answers evolved into super funny accents and quippy history lessons.  I recorded lots of audio from the front seat for posterity.  I was laughing so hard while also thinking, "Sheesh!  These two really know their history!!" 
• Miles driven: 3741    As usual, they were all driven by my husband, and some were a little nerve-wracking on the descents through the Rockies.  I gave him emotional support by keeping the kids quiet and looking terrified.
• License plates seen:  47!  I think this might be a record for us.  We were shocked to find Hawaii near the end of the trip.  The only three missing were Vermont, Delaware and Rhode Island (which my daughter saw two days after we got home!  But I am a purist and said it didn't count).  We also saw 2 Canadian provinces and 1 Mexican state.
• Number of states passed through: 7 (thought Kansas felt like several states pretending to be one)
• National Parks: 2  Black Canyon and Rocky Mountain National, plus one National Forest
• Number of degrees dropped while driving in a several hour period through Kansas:  44   The temp was as high as 110 degrees, and within a few hours had dropped to 66!
• Friends visited:  4  On the way out west, we stayed with two dear families and on the way home we stayed with another family, all friends from college/seminary.  While we were in Colorado, we randomly were able to meet up with my college roommate and family who also happened to be vacationing out there and were driving right by our campground that day!  We are so thankful for such great friends and the opportunities to nurture those friendships all these years later.  And for the amazing hospitality we were shown!
• Birthdays celebrated:  1  Our fourth child turned 16 while we were in CO and several members of our family celebrated with him by renting an ATV and riding all day in the beautiful (but rainy!) mountains.  They were so muddy at the end of the trip, but they had a great time!
• Wildlife spotted:  4.1  We didn't see as much wildlife this trip, but we did see lots of marmots, deer and elk, and also were able to see a moose and her little one in a lake at dusk.  I added the "0.1" because we did have a hysterical bear sighting (no actual bears were sighted, but the desire was there).
• Theme songs: 1 +  Every year on our adventures, a theme song chooses us.  This year the song that won was Divine Romance by Phil Wickham - we all loved singing together about Christ's love for us and our response to that love! And as a "second" theme song, I submit all of our family favorite Christian artists.  We listened to Matt Redman, Matt Maher, David Crowder and a few others more times than I can count.  Almost everyone in our family loves to sing, and hearing everyone belt out (sometimes with more than one harmony, even!) songs of praise to our Savior fills up my heart.
• Nights in our 21 year old pop-up:  11   The old camper is still holding on, though she is starting to show her age.  We also took a tent for the first time this year, and two of the boys stayed in there most of the time.
• Stints in the big house:  too many   The suburban has three (very uncomfortable) seats in the back.  We made them a bit better on this trip by adding chair pads, but still no one ever wanted to sit back there.  My oldest daughter made a schedule to switch everyone out to keep it fair, which helped a lot.  But still, the back row was about as desirable as jail time (and I know - I took a few turns now and then too!).
• Games of Sorry Revenge played by Dad and our youngest:  11  Every night in the camper, before bed, my husband and our 13 year old played a round of Sorry Revenge.  On the last night, our daughter won the tournament against my very competitive husband.

For Father's Day, we got my husband several camping related items, one of which is the sign below.  We affixed it to the side of the camper each time we stopped, and it always made me smile.  The pop-up is really crowded (even with two boys sleeping in the tent), but I'll take it every time over an empty castle.

Knock, Knock

Many years ago, when my oldest daughter was young, a tradition somehow began.  Our master bathroom shares the wall in her bedroom that her bed is next to.  She was always a bit of a night owl, and sometimes when I was getting ready for bed (since I am not a night owl), we would both be making noise on opposite sides of the wall.  

I don't remember the specifics, but we started knocking on the wall.  One of us would start - knock, knock, knock - which meant I love you. Then the other would knock back with four knocks, which meant I love you too.  Then we would each knock twice in succession, which meant Good night.  Every time I had this exchange with my daughter, my heart was happy.  I would be brushing my teeth, smiling and loving my girl.

When my youngest girl was older and her older sister was away at college, my husband and I started the same tradition with her.  And just like I felt with her older sister, those bedtime knocks (because she is also a night owl and I'm still decidedly not!) brought me such joy.  

For a couple of months this summer, my oldest daughter is home before she starts her teaching job.  The girls have a loft in their bedroom, so both beds share our bathroom wall.  The other night I was getting ready for bed and wasn't sure if the girls were still awake.  I knocked on the wall three times, wondering if one of them was still up and would answer.  Almost immediately I heard three knocks from the top bunk and three knocks from the bottom and my heart was seriously so happy.  I responded with my good night knocks and then zoomed into their room to give them hugs.  

It's the little things in life, and both my girls knocking on the wall to tell me they love me is actually a really big thing. :) 

Glory!

In late January of 1995, I went on my first date with my husband.  The next day, he asked me if I'd like to meet his parents, who were visiting him that day from his home town.  Of course I said yes -- I really liked this guy and thought he might be "the one".  Spoiler alert -- he was! :).  So on that day in 1995, I drove to meet them, blasting ABBA on the drive, and feeling nervous.  Later that night, I wrote in my journal (back then in college I called it my diary, but let's not quibble over semantics).  And I wrote something along the lines that his parents were really nice, his mom talked to me quite a bit, but his dad was pretty quiet.

I don't know if I knew then, but I think maybe I did.  I think I knew that I would marry this man, and these wonderful people would become my in-laws, but truly, they would become another set of parents, no "in-law" necessary.  And for the last 27 they have been just that -- parents, loved ones, confidantes, mentors, advice-givers and just downright amazing, wonderful people.

A little over a month ago, my father-in-law went home to Jesus.  And over the last month, I have thought of him so much (and dreamed of him so many times).  I've pondered who he was and how much he was loved by so very many people.  And as I said to my sister-in-law, who also married into this dear family, "We won the jackpot."  We could never, in our wildest dreams, imagined an in-law family better than the one God called us into.  My husband's mom and dad welcomed us both from the very start, and we always, always felt that we were part of the family, again no "in-law" needed.

So I've been thinking so much of my dear father-in-law, and who he was.  Here are just a few brief thoughts about this man I was privileged to call my family:

• He was funny!  He had a quiet sort of humor and would drop a one-liner now and then that always made me smile.
• He was a man of integrity.  In business, in raising his boys, in his faith. . . he always conducted himself in a way that was above reproach.  I am grateful for the way that he raised my husband - not always with a lot of flowery speech, but by quiet example.
• He was smart!  In so many ways I valued his opinion and appreciated his advice.  He knew a lot about a lot of things and was always a trusted advisor.
• He was generous. Oh, so generous.  Of time, of resources and with love.  More than once, he pressed a $100 bill in my hand unexpectedly and told me to "just spend it on you".  He sent my husband and I to LA to fulfill my life's dream (don't judge me, friends) and see The Price is Right before Bob Barker retired.  He never tired of sharing and giving - to family, friends, his church and strangers.
• He was quiet!  As was mentioned in his funeral sermon, he was a man of few words.  Therefore, when he spoke, you listened.  He was wise and funny as I said earlier, and though he reserved his words (there are plenty of us around who filled up the word quota at family gatherings), when he did say something, it was usually worth paying close attention to.
• He loved.  He loved his family fiercely, he loved his friends, he loved his church, and ultimately, he loved his Lord.  And those of us on the receiving end of his love were so much better for it.

And so now he is no longer here on earth, and there have been a lot of tears.  But I can honestly say, more than I ever thought possible, the vast majority of my tears are out of pure joy.  Pure joy for the full life he lived, and most importantly, for the glory that is his now with his Savior.  While we still struggle here on earth, he is dancing and singing in heaven (and probably in tune this time!).   

He is with Jesus.  And while we miss him here, nothing makes me happier for him. Our tears are tears of euphoria for Curt.  Glory is his!

The Week-ish in Pictures

 

My TTTT (two tier tower of tchotchke)  has taken on the Lenten season in its decor. Someone gave me the idea to do this last year and I really enjoy having it as a visual during the lenten season. Simple, yet full of reminders of the solemnity of this season.

This is the inside of the garage door at my parents' house.  The bottom starts with my parents' birth years represented on the license plates and then works upward with my sister's and mine and our husbands', then our kids' years.  My dad is pretty creative - a license plate family tree!

This, dear children, is called an adding machine. It is far superior to a calculator. 

This relic gets resurrected twice a year when we work on taxes and our housing allowance.  I have always been a whiz on a 10-key (if I do say so myself), and twice a year I practice my skills while adding up scads of numbers. One of my kids wandered by while I was in stern concentration and said "Wow - you're a machine on that thing!" What a marketable skill I possess. :)

This song came on Sirius the other day and I snapped a pic to share with my parents and sister.  Oh how we used to love this song! I had the sheet music when I was young and we'd often hum it around the house.  So lilting and pleasant - hearing it brought a smile to my face and fond memories of my childhood.

Shadow Tales - Last Edition

 I've been blogging now for 15 years, sometimes for my sake (gotta get the words out!), other times to share a thought about faith or parenting, and most of the time to preserve our family history.  The landscape of my blogging habits have changed as the years have passed -- I no longer can write about all the funny things my kids say (they still say them, but now they'd rather not share them with the whole universe).  I don't know what the future of this little corner will be, but I may now and then still share my thoughts and heart here, as I will do today, about our little pupper, Shadow.

I've blogged about Shadow here and here and here and scores of other times.  But this post isn't quite as silly or tongue-in-cheek about our furry family member.  A little over a week ago, quite unexpectedly, we had to put Shadow down.  While we are very thankful he is no longer in pain, we are missing him quite a bit around here.  Our house just isn't quite the same.  A few things we're missing about our pupper doggo:

• Our dishwasher pre-wash cycle.  Shadow very kindly and thoughtfully pre-washed all of our dishes as I loaded them into the dishwasher.  Now that he's gone, we have to hope the dishwasher can handle the food remains on its own.
• And in the dishwasher category, every time I put the dishwasher detergent in, I opened the under-sink cabinet.  This cabinet was SHADOW'S cabinet.  No matter where he was in the house, I swear he had a sixth sense about it and would make a beeline to me to receive his due for someone opening the cabinet -- a treat.  He basically got a treat every time I opened that cabinet.  
• Sharky Shadow!  Shadow had a very bad habit of counter-surfing (see below for things we aren't missing in his absence), and when we would eat dinner at the dining room table, Shadow would lurk about, his nose sniffing the air next to the table, hoping to pounce on whatever was on someone's plate.  From across the table, only his black snout could be seen, bobbing up and down like a shark's fin.  While it was a naughty habit, it always made us laugh.
• Kangaroo Shadow!  Whenever we would come home, Shadow was EUPHORIC at our arrival. He was wild with delight and bounced up and down, jumping quite high, causing us to nick name him kangaroo boy.  Sometimes he would try so hard to be good and sit for a minute, but after a sec, the excitement would get the better of him and he would be jumping up and down again until you put all your stuff down and petted and loved him.  Now when we come home, its quiet and no one seems interested in jumping up and down at my arrival.
• Playing bally!  Shadow looooooved his tennis balls and we have roughly 75 rolling around our house.  He would lovingly lick the furry thing as if it were precious, and if you threw the ball he'd run to get it, sliding all over the hardwoods.  He never seemed to learn how to play fetch though -- he was notorious for bringing it almost back to you, but not quite.  He liked to play hard to get and made you work at it to get it back.  My husband was his primary playmate.  The other thing about his tennis balls is that no matter how many balls were near him, if one was under the couch (or a bed or a dresser), that was the ONLY ball for him.  He would bark and bark until someone finally retrieved it for him.  Then he'd happily lick it for about five seconds and then lay down next to it.
• Allllll the love.  I have often said that no one loved me like that dog loved me.  I seemed to be his person (though he loved everyone), and if I was gone, he'd sit at the dining room window waiting for me to return, or look out my bedroom window and whimper.  He followed me around literally always -- and I always knew he was up to no good (chewing a sock or toy or pen) if he wasn't under my feet.  Since he passed, I look for him countless times a day - he was never far from me for long.

He was such a good boy, aside from his naughty behaviors, which we seemed to just take in stride as part of who he was.  As I referenced above, we aren't missing his counter-surfing tendencies, and we've all commented on how we are now living it up by placing our plates and food on the edge of the counter.  My daughter has left a few fidget toys on the floor too -- something that would never have been ok when Shadow was policing the territory.  

He was a big part of our family for the seven years he was with us.  We are thankful for all the joy he brought us during that time.  He was the best boy.