Lake Effect

Living in Grand Rapids we experienced lake effect snow, but not to the same extent that we see it here in Holland. For the past few weeks we have had snow falling almost every day. It is never heavy enough to cancel school, but it is enough to put down a couple of inches each day. I've never been a huge fan of love, but I've got to say it has been beautiful to watch it fall every day. And since we get a little bit spread out over time, it is always covering the dirty snow with a fresh layer.

We have taken the kids out a couple of times to play. Michael has a blast making snow angels and playing snow football. Jon really doesn't like it much and is often seen crying - poor thing, although he can be distracted with a lot of work. Becca is fine to just sit and watch unless she gets snow in her face.

Here are some pictures from a week or two ago:

The rooster

Michael loves to sing. His Sunday School teacher says that they sorely miss him when he isn't there because he inspires the others to sing louder (probably so they can be heard over him). She is quoted as saying, "OK everyone, you need to sing louder. Michael you are doing just fine."

However he is 5 and he doesn't always get the lyrics right. My favorite right now is the line "Shout it loud from the rooftops" from David Crowder Band. It comes out, "Shout it loud like a rooster!"

Of course there are times when he does get the line right and I wish he wouldn't. One of his favorite CDs to listen to in the car is by Common Shiner - a band that Tim was a founding member of back in his bachelor years. The line Michael says is his favorite - a belts it out over and over is "If this whiskey doesn't kill me then you surely will." My hope is that it stays in the car and doesn't get repeated at preschool....

I'm 34!

I remember turning 30. While I kept a smile on my face I was screaming inside - how could I be 30?! I loved being in my 20s and couldn't believe that it was already over. Well, I come a long way since then - 4 years to be exact. Michael of course asked me how I was turning. I hesitated at first - "Ladies don't say how old they are" right? But why is that - why must we always pretend that we are younger than we really are? I made a decision then and there that I was going to be proud of being 34. God is good and he is with me every year of my life. I need to embrace each year he gives me. Loosing my mother has taught me how little we know about our futures. There is no reason for me to always be waiting for some future time in my life. At the same time, there is no reason to wish I could go back and relive my 20s - it just won't happen. So for now I'm going to live my year as a 34 year old and proud of it!

And on a side note, when I got up in the morning on Friday I found cards from Michael and Tim and a small wrapped box from Tim waiting for me on the kitchen table. Michael had hand made me two cards, including one with a birthday cake with all 34 candles - they wrapped all the way around both sides of the cake. The present was:


Now I just need to pick out some fun new music to dance to!

Oh the questions

My two year old is driving me crazy. You'd think I'd remember how to parent a two year old since I did it three years ago, but I guess the details get foggy with added age and pregnancies. Jon talks nonstop, mostly asking me questions. "What this, mo-eee?" (Mo-eee is mommy without the middle consonant sound.) "Where daddy?" "I play I pad?"

My least favorite is this question conversation that we seem to have at least twice and hour:
Jon: Where daddy?
Me: Daddy is at work.
Jon: Daddy work?
Me: Yes, daddy is at work.
Jon: Oh, daddy work.
Jon after a short pause: Where daddy? (with a giggle)
...

To top it all off, Jon has been deciding that he doesn't want to take naps this week. After a few minutes in bed he starts yelling asking if he can get up. There doesn't seem to be anything I can do to get him to stop yelling, no matter how much I assure him that it is still nap time, so it is either let him get up or let him wake up his sleeping little sister. Yesterday I let him get up, so my nap time hour was even filled with the constant questions. Ahhhh!

I think that someone should invent an answer doll - a toy that could answer my son's questions for him. Since we seem to hold the exact same conversations each day I would just need to program the doll to recognize the question and give the appropriate answer - in fact, Jon would probably get a kick out of an incorrect answer too since his sense of humor is developing so fun.

Then instead of "wait for dad" I could say, "go ask the doll."

Becca Climbs

While Becca has climbed up on a landing once or twice before, she really got into it on Sunday at Grandpa's house, climbing up the step to the kitchen. Then there was the minutes of careful reflection as she peaked over the step contemplating how to get down. She went head first, but so carefully and slowly that she was so steady and in control the whole way. She did it again today, but this time I turned around and she was sitting on our little trampoline. I got pictures of the getting down for you:














How cute can she be?!!!

Narnia

When I was a young child my parents read the Narnia books to my brother and me. I remember cuddling on the couch with them or laying on the floor in front of them listening and loving them. Then we got an abridged version of them on tape and I would listen to that over and over on the floor with my tape player until the tapes started to crackle and became hard to understand. When my younger siblings were old enough I remember reading the books to them. And this past week and a half my family has listened to them in the car as we traveled.

For anyone who has to take a long car ride I strongly recommend books on CD. It really makes the time go by so quickly. With Michael old enough to follow along some we felt that the Narnia books would be just perfect. As of today we have made it through 6 of the 7 (we finished Magician's Nephew on the way back from my dad's house).

It got me thinking though about reading more books to my kids. We have tried getting books to read to Michael before bed, but by that time of night Tim and I are spent and ready to just be done with the day so we always skip the reading. Instead I think I will find time during the day to read aloud to him (and Jon and Becca although I doubt they'll sit still and listen much...). Narnia might need to wait for a bit, but he got some magic tree house books and Mr. Popper's Penguins for Christmas so we have plenty to start with.

Home again home again jiggity jig

Well maybe not "jiggity jig" but we are back home after a week + in Boston for Christmas. We had an absolute blast! The grandparents, aunts and uncle spoiled our kiddos with so much attention and love and we all had so much fun. Here are some snapshots of the week:

On Christmas day the kids got stockings first thing in the morning. While the family all said that they would not get up too early for presents, most of them seemed to join us for the stockings by 7:30 am. The joy of kids opening stocking Christmas morning was just too tempting for them all.


After everyone was dressed it was on to presents. Michael and Jon had so much fun with the opening of presents. As they were handed out they went from person to person asking if they needed help opening the present. They quickly got their hands on almost every piece of wrapping.


And of course their was the fun of being ooohed over by the great grandmas that day too.




Another fun activity for the week was making and decorating and of course eating Christmas cookies.





But all things must come to an end and we are now back at home to start off the new year. I asked Michael what his favorite thing was about going to Boston for Christmas. He thought for a minute and said, "I can tell you what wasn't my favorite - coming home." While the kids really do well in the car, the trip was certainly too long for anyone's liking. On the way back we stopped over in New York to see Tim's grandfather and then spent the night in New Jersey before continuing the next day. So this meant 8 hours traveling Thursday and 14 hours on Friday. The worst was probably the over 2 hours it took us to get out of Manhattan which according to Google maps was 3.3 miles.

Back home today, though, everyone was happy to be here. Tim and I were thankful to have our own bed last night instead of an air mattress. Michael and Jon were happy to play with toys that have been untouched for a week - most noticeably their football. They played "Hut Hike" a lot today which as Michael explains is, "Just like football but called hut hike." It consists of Michael holding the football, yelling "hut hike" and running at Jon who tries to grab him and pull him to the floor. Then they both start laughing and start the process all over again.

Becca was thrilled to have space to crawl around where someone wasn't always stopping her from touching everything. It is amazing how much she can progress in just a week. Prior to our trip she has been trying for weeks to crawl inside our coffee table, and this morning she succeeded. I of course left her fussing about getting stuck to go and grab the camera. Here she is: