Saturday, October 30, 2010

African celebration

We started learning about ancient Africa in history this week. Did you know that thousands of years ago the Sahara desert used to be lush and full of streams, lakes, animals, and people? I didn't. But I do now. There isn't a lot known about ancient africa because things weren't written down, but the tradition of passing stories down orally has left us with many stories about Anansi, a mischievous little spider. The kids got a kick out of him and even picked up the moral of some of the stories on their own.

We celebrated our introduction to ancient Africa by having an African feast on Friday night. It was perfectly timed because on Thursday the kids helped us choose a little girl in Tanzania to sponsor each month through World Vision. We wrote her a letter and drew her pictures on Friday, then worked on our feast. We wondered if she'd eaten chicken and figs, papaya fried rice, and date chewies like we were going to eat.

The little girl's name is Ivona and we pray for her every day. The kids ask God to bless her and have our money help her. I pray that the money finds her just where she is. If she is hungry, she will get food. If she is thirsty, she will get water. If she hungers for learning, she will get to attend school. If she is ill, she will get medicine. And that however our money helps her and her parents and her sister and her village, she will see God's light shining in this world.

"Let your light shine that all may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven." Matthew 5:16

slicing dates for our dessert

 watching Audrey stir. or not.
 chicken with figs and papaya fried rice
date chewies. Yes, they look like meatballs, but they're really tasty little sweets.



Thursday, October 28, 2010

this is important

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6wJl37N9C0

More Beautiful You by Jonny Diaz

Little girl fourteen flipping through a magazine

Says she wants to look that way
But her hair isn't straight, her body isn't fake
And she's always felt overweight

Well, little girl fourteen I wish that you could see
That beauty is within your heart
And you were made with such care, your skin, your body and your hair
Are perfect just the way they are

There could never be a more beautiful you
Don't buy the lies, disguises and hoops, they make you jump through
You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do
So there could never be a more beautiful you

Little girl twenty one the things that you've already done
Anything to get ahead
And you say you've got a man but He's got another plan
Only wants what you will do instead

Well, little girl twenty one you never thought that this would come
You starve yourself to play the part
But I can promise you there's a man whose love is true
And He'll treat you like the jewel you are

There could never be a more beautiful you
Don't buy the lies, disguises and hoops, they make you jump through
You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do
So there could never be a more beautiful you, more beautiful you

So turn around you're not too far
To back away be who you are
To change your path go another way
It's not too late, you can be saved

If you feel depressed with past regrets
The shameful nights hope to forget
Can disappear, they can all be washed away
By the one who's strong, can right your wrongs

Can rid your fears dry, all your tears
And change the way you look at this big world
He will take your dark distorted view
And with His light, He will show you truth

And again you'll see through the eyes of a little girl
That there could never be a more beautiful you
Don't buy the lies, disguises and hoops, they make you jump through
You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do
So there could never be a more beautiful you
There could never be a more beautiful you

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

robo-elliot

It all started with a case of the regular ol' 2 year old separation anxiety. Add in an unfortunate church nursery experience, two weeks of work and travel for dada meaning it was all mama all the time, one week of travel for the kids and me meaning lack of sleep and a new pack-n-play to sleep in every few nights, sharing a room with mama for a week, and a very poorly timed fever and cold and you get robo-Elliot. Up in the night wheezing and crying for "only mama." Telling us that he doesn't like "when dada comes in his room and grabs him out of his bed." (dramatic much?) Isaac says, "You are my friend," to which Elliot responds, "mama is my friend" in his very grouchiest of voices. Lack of sleep, on my hip, only mama Elliot.


back when the world was a sunnier place for Mr. Elliot
 This too shall pass. Right now I'm remembering that someday he won't fit in my arms and someday I won't be able to make things all better. Right now I'm happy I can comfort him when the world feels pretty crummy. Right now I'm also really sleepy.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

fall/summer in the same day

The amazing weather continues and we are living it up. Last Sunday we had a relaxing, horse around kind of Sunday after our busier than usual horse riding Saturday. After church, lunch, and naps, we looked out the window and decided we just had to do something about the gorgeous 75 degree day staring back at us.   
Since it is October and we live in a new neighborhood with new trees, we headed to the forest, rake and all. Isaac declared himself head raker.
Jim was the foot sweeper and Audrey and Elliot were the grabbers. They were also the leaf tossers.
They made a nice pile and commenced to jumping



and leaping.
and posing for pictures
and resting from all that leaping
and hamming it up since leaping is not his forte just yet. Although both feet did leave the floor at the same time at one point this week. It has yet to be replicated.

The mosquitos were winning the battle, so we did something we didn't think possible in MN in October. We headed to the beach. There were strict instructions to stay out of the water except for a little ankle wading to fill the buckets up with water. With that in mind, we were a little worried when we pushed the stroller around the bend and caught sight of Isaac, shirt off, running at the water. Luckily he was just excited and not actually planning on diving in.
They scooped water
and lost most of it on the way back to the pool they were building.
They looked adorable.
They stayed almost dry.
We all had a blast. It was fall and summer in one relaxing afternoon.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Elliot wonders

We took a walk this beautiful Friday afernoon. Houses are going up like crazy in our neighborhood and we like to walk around every now and again to look for construction vehicles. Today as we walked, Elliot asked, "Why do some people have no houses?"

How's that for a question? What could I possibly say? Where could I even begin?

I explained it as well as I could in 2-year-old language, even though it doesn't make sense in any language. I talked about how blessed we are that his dada has a job that lets us have enough money to buy a house. We talked about how some people don't have jobs or they don't have enough money from their jobs to buy a house or buy food.

Right away, without hesitation, my sweet, beautiful little boy asked, "So we will help them?"

How's that for a question? What could I possibly say? Where could I even begin?
"Yes, babe, we will help them."

that's the truth.

It's possible that Isaac knows more about the Iliad than many high schoolers. Agamemnon, Paris, Achilles, Hera. He has a little something to say about all of them and more. Something about the story grabbed him and he reads the picture books and easy chapter book versions of it over and over every day. When I asked him what he likes about it he said that he likes how the Greek soldiers used the wooden horse to trick the Trojans.
A few weeks ago he raided the library for all versions of the story and asked the librarian for more ideas. She found a cartoon video aimed at elementary school kids. I wasn't sure it was a good idea because of the violent nature of the story, but we checked it out and I previewed it. Isaac was thrilled when I gave him the OK to watch it.
He watched it yesterday morning and loved it. Fastforward to bedtime. Isaac had soccer practice and got home pretty late, which meant late supper, and late bedtime. He asked about his bedtime story, yet another, more complicated version of the Iliad that we read together. We told him we'd skip it tonight since it was so late, but reminded him that he'd watched the movie that morning.
He was not impressed. "But the book has so many more details than the movie!," he stated. We commiserated on the sad state of affairs that usually results when books are made into movies. That's my boy.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Then God smiled.

Audrey had a bath tonight. Not the usual, we talked too much at supper and still have teeth to brush and books to read, bath. This was a do a quick wash and play bath. Take your time bath. Get pruney fingers bath. Audrey's favorite bath.

She is a bath girl from way back in the day when she'd do the all done sign at supper and start crawling to the bathroom, stopping periodically to grin her enormous grin and do the sign for bath. Jim and I cracked up every time. So history tells us that a soaking bath is a treat for Audrey.

She did her quick wash and started choreographing a "world famous dolphin show" that involved a lot of leaping, splashing, and tomfoolery with plastic dolphins. She even invented silly songs to attract people to her world famous dolphin show. It was quite the production.

At one point the song changed. Her voice got softer and higher. Sweeter and more thoughtful. I was in the hallway so I got a little closer in order to listen, but not interrupt. She sang this song.

"There's a special job God got to do and he never stops doing his job.
He's loving us and he always will.
He's loving us and he always will."

She repeated it a few times, then went on to something about a bad guy, but I couldn't make out all of the words. I leaned in a bit closer, but she caught me and went back to flipping dolphins. I asked her about the bad guys in the song, but she clammed up so I asked her what she thought a bad guy was. She said, "A bad guy runs away from God." I was blown away. I wondered aloud why anyone would run away from God when he loves us so much and just wants to be close to us. She couldn't figure it out either.

We both sat there in silence for a while. I can't even imagine what she was thinking about, but I was marveling at this sweet soul and the simple prayer of praise that she sang to a God she knows loves her. And I was imagining that God smiled. Just in case you ever wonder.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

I was out of options

Elliot woke up at 4:40 am. An absolute abomination, to be sure! I had gone to bed at 1 am. This is usually very uncharacteristic of me, but becoming much too normal lately. It happened because I had book club last night, it took some time to find the kitchen counters under the mountains of whatnot, I was in the midst of an art supply revamp, I blogged, I put some books on hold at the library, etc. All the stuff that is so much easier to do when the kids are asleep, even though I know I should sleep, too.

So, 4:40 rolls around. Elliot starts whining for mama. Jim was working so I brought him into our bed assuming he'd go right back to sleep. Wrong. He snuggled in for a bit, but then asked about reading books, driving cars, turning lights on, going downstairs.

Needless to say, he was a cranky pants this morning and I was trying really hard not to join him in bummerville. So, as he whined once again about wanting a granola bar I did the only thing I could think of to diffuse the situation.

I sang La Isla Bonita by Madonna. The room went silent as I sang it over and over. Finally the silence was broken as Audrey and Isaac laughed. Isaac thought it would be fun to be on an island. Elliot just looked at me like I'd lost my mind. But, the whining passed, the tantrum was diverted, and we went to read about 30 books about bears. It wasn't the end of the whining for the day, but it never got so out of hand that I had to sing Madonna again. But, she's in my back pocket waiting for her next opportunity. I'm thinking Vogue, perhaps. To keep it fresh, you know.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

apple math

 All eyes watch as Audrey twists and twists and twists to make our first batch of applesauce.
 This whopper of an apple peel was over 5 feet long. Isaac couldn't believe it. Audrey was so excited that it stretched from one end of the island to the next. Ah, to be so easily amused.
The smallest was less than 2 inches.
Apple math is fun. Yummy, too!

what a day!

Saturday dawned bright, unseasonably warm, and perfect. The kind of day that makes July feel real and October like a frosty dream we have yet to wrap our mittens around. The kind of day made for frolicking.

We started our day having family pictures taken, then ran a quick errand, and ate lunch before Isaac's last soccer game. Oh how I love to watch that boy play soccer. He enjoys playing goalie and is absolutely focused on the ball the entire game. Yet, in spite of his concentration, he cannot stand still. His body is so full of adrenaline, excitement, questions of what will happen next, that he hops back and forth, jumps up and down, the entire time he is in goal no matter where the ball is. It is such an Isaac thing to do that I laugh and sigh with joy each time I see it.

After soccer we headed home to join a neighbor's birthday party already in session. Which means that the ponies (yes, the plural form of pony!) had already been unloaded and were parading neighborhood children around their backyard. Our poor children, living life in the suburbs surrounded by bounce house and pony birthday parties. Fancy shmancy birthday parties so close at hand, yet so very, very far out of their reach. 

I think it's safe to assume they had a wee bit of fun!
Elliot smiled like that the whole time he was on the horse. Isaac proclaimed it "like the best birthday party he's ever been to." Audrey asked for a pony party at the park when she turns five. I told her we could definitely have pony decorations, but that we wouldn't be able to have any real ponies. "Oh, I know," she replied, her matter of fact knowledge that that's so out of our league already setting in. And we're okay with that.


Naptime was not going to happen since there was a horse in the neighbor's yard when we usually rest, so we played basketball/hockey/football/baseball/bike obstacle course for a few minutes. Then I looked at my red-cheeked, fun overloaded kids and decided to stave off a meltdown. We headed in, had some water, and played some relaxing, board games. We read books. We vacuumed. We heard the kids playing outside, but for us it was a great afternoon to just chill inside.
Isaac's love of vacuuming is dwindling as his love of dusting takes off, but Audrey and Elliot pick up where he left off. They just go and go.
 Finally we headed downstairs where the play tends to get a little rowdier. Elliot played a rousing game of soccer against Adam and Eve. Silly boy! What a day!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

mohenjo-daro (a long explanation of history curriculum with Isaac's writing assignment at the end. Did I mention long?)

Before this summer I had never heard of Mohenjo-Daro. But that was before starting first grade using The Well-Trained Mind as our guide. While I agree with the majority of the ideas expressed by the mother and daughter authors of the book, their philosophies regarding the teaching of history made absolute sense to me.

"History is not a subject. History is the subject. It is the record of human experience, both personal and communal. It is the story of the unfolding of human achievement in every area-science, literature, art, music, and politics. A grasp of historical facts is essential to the rest of the classical curriculum.
When you first introduce the elementary student to history, you must keep one central fact in mind: history is a story.
The logical way to tell a story is to begin (as the King said to Alice) at the beginning and go on till you come to the end. Any story makes less sense when learned in bits and pieces."
They then write about telling your five-year-old the story of Hansel and Gretel starting with the house made of candy and cookies and skipping around until all the elements of the story have been told, but in a jumbled manner.
"Even if he listens to the end, you may have lost him long before that.
History is no different. Yet it's too often taught unsystematically-as a series of unrelated bits and pieces: American history this year, ancient history the next, eighteenth-century France the year after that. Think back. By the time you graduated high school or college, you'd studied King Tut and the Trojan Way and the Bronze Age; you probably learned about the end of the Athenian monarchy and the rist of the city-state; you may have been taught about the Exodus and the conquest under Joshua or the early history of Ethiopia. Chances are you studied these subjects in different years, in different units, out of different textbooks. You probably have difficulty fitting them together chronologically.
Furthermore, you probably started with American history (which is pretty near the end of the story as we know it) and then spent at least twice as much time studying American history as you did studying the rest of the world. Yes, American history is important for Americans, but this myopic division of the curriculum does the Founding Fathers a disservice. Children who plunge into the study of the American Revolution with no knowledge of the classical models used by Jefferson, Washington and their colleagues can achieve only a partial understanding of American government and ideals. And American history ought to be kept in perspective; the history curriculum covers seventy centuries; America occupies only five of them.
A common assumption found in history curricula seems to be that children can't comprehend (or be interested in) people and events distant from their own experience. So the first-grade history class is renamed Social studies and begins with what the child knows; first, himself and his family, followed by his community, his state, his country, and only then the rest of the world.
This intensely self-focused pattern of study encourages the student of history to relate everything he studies to himself, to measure the cultures and customs of other peoples against his own experience. And that's exactly what the classical education fights against-a self-absorbed, self-referential approach to knowledge. History learned this way makes our needs and wants the center of the human endeavor."
With classical education, "the student learns the proper place of his community, his state, and his country by seeing the broad sweep of history from its beginning and then fitting his own time and place into that great landscape. The systematic study of history in the first four years lays the foundation for the logic stage, when the student will begin to understand the relationships between historical events-between Egypt and Greece, Greece and Rome, Rome and England, England and America."

The authors break the school years up into Grammar stage (1st-4th), Logic Stage (5th-8th), and Rhetoric Stage (9th-12th).
Our first grade year is spent learning about ancient history from 5000 B.C through 400 A.D.
Second grade covers Medieval through early renaissance from 400-600.
Third grade covers Late Renaissance through early modern from 1600-1850.
Finally, fourth grade covers Modern history from 1850-present.

We repeat the same time periods from beginning to end in 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th grades, but begin to explore the relationships between the major events of the world. For example, "Instead of studying the Revolutionary War as a single event, the seventh grader will read about the early days of the colonies and ask: What happened to make Americans discontent? What happened after the war that allowed American to stay independent as a nation? In the logic stage, history changes from a set of stories into one long, sequential story filled with cause and effect."

We repeat the same time periods again in 9th-12th grades, building on the stories we read in 1st through 4th grade and the connections made in 5th through 8th grade. Now we will read original works and study great books. This "allows the past to speak for itself, combining history, creative writing, philosophy, politics, and ethics into a seamless whole" because "The goal of the rheoric stage is a greater understanding of our own civilization, country, and place in time, stemming from an understanding of what has come before us."

Obviously this is a snippet of the ideas presented in the (717 page) book, but it speaks loudly to many of the reasons we chose this particular curriculum.

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So, what does this have to do with Mohenjo-Daro? I'd never heard of it before, but it's an absolutely incredible place. It was a city of 40,000 in ancient India (now Pakistan). The city was built in a grid pattern around a citadel with a stronghold built into it in case enemies attacked. They had wells, toilets, baths, drains, and gutters, things unheard of in any other part of the world at this time. But then something happened around 1750 BC and no one is quite sure what it was. The cities were abandoned and weren't discovered until the 1920's.

After reading about this fascinating city, so different from the Ancient Egyptians and Babylonians we've been studying, Isaac had a creative writing assignment. He was given the beginning of a story and then dictated the rest of the story to me. Finally, he illustrated his story.

It was a dark and windy night as the town of Mohenjo-Daro slept. Little did anyone know that this was their last night. Armed soldiers came running into the city and they destroyed the citadel. They killed lots of people and the people they didn't kill didn't even know their city was being destroyed. Finally they couldn't stay in their houses any longer because of the noise so finally they went outside and the soldiers killed them.

My biggest little guy is a guy of facts so creative writing is a great mental stretch for him. I love to hear him talk about Mohenjo-Daro, to hear Audrey ask about pharoahs, and to watch Elliot build pyramids. They are all getting it in their own way and will build on what they are hearing and learning and talking about and experiementing with now for years to come. What a journey!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

I should have seen this coming


On this, the eighth day of October in the year of our Lord two thousand and ten, I purchased a size nine shoe for my 2 year old and a size 8 shoe for my 4 year old. See those identical feet? The one on the left is Audrey's and the one on the right is Elliot's. They would wear the same size shoe except Elliot is sporting a little extra width, girth, and thickness. Oh, how I love toddler feet.
I figured he'd outgrow her someday, I just didn't envision it happening at age 2.

adoration

For some reason this picture keeps getting flipped, but you get the point.
The point being love. Adoration. Protection. Audrey was pretending she was a baby and she began to whimper. Elliot ran over, careful not to drop the hallowed bop-balloon, saying, "I will help you. I will help you." He rubbed her cheek, murmuring, "It's okay. I'm here." It was just as sweet as sweet can be. These two are loyal buddies, trike pals, and loving siblings. Just in case you ever wonder.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

goodbye summer. hello fall. A review in pictures

We've been having a picture perfect fall, unless you count that pesky week of freezing temperatures and flooding. But, we are quick to overlook those annoyances when it's 70 and sunny for almost two weeks straight. So, what have we been up to? Here's a hint, it involves the outdoors!

wearing funny glasses and teething


playing follow the leader through a huge Twins-inspired corn maze

being king of the hay bale maze

enjoying the finding even more than the hide-and-seeking

leaping

soaring

counting the days until he gets to pick out his very own pumpkin. Seriously, he's a pumpkin maniac!

swinging

watching soccer

giggling and breaking hearts with dimples

stopping soccer balls (usually)


peeking through enormous tree sculptures

all smiling in the right direction

enjoying the fall colors at the arboretum

hitching a ride, as usual

marveling the creativity of this playhouse/sculpture


resting together after long  hikes



enjoying fall


Sunday, October 3, 2010

dichotomy

I rocked Elliot tonight. He was feeling particularly snuggly after an afternoon watching the play Charlotte's Web at a local theater and a late dinner at home. He snuggled in after his lullabies and prayers, his head tucked perfectly into the crook of my arm, legs dangling over the edge of the chair. I told him that I would love him forever and ever. He gently replied, his quiet voice hinting at sleep, "I love you sooo much, mama. You are my friend. I like to play at your house."

My heart sang. I kissed his forehead and told him again how much I love him and that God loves him so much, too. I reminded him that God made him special and there isn't anyone else like him in the whole world. As I said that, I stroked his chubby little cheeker where I know I would have found dimples had he been smiling. He was quiet for a moment and then simply repeated, "I love you, mama."

And I was so happy. In that moment all was right in my home. But I was so sad, too. My mind is playing a video over and over. It's a video of children and they are hungry and they are thirsty and the only water they have to drink could very well kill them and no one, not a single soul, has ever told them they're special and chosen and loved. And if they knew there was someone like me out there, someone with four bathrooms and two cars and money for plays, they might have a smidgeon of hope that they will be helped. That a different life is possible. Or, they might just be angry that there is someone like me out there who hasn't found them or their sister or cousin to feed them and give them water and tell them they are loved.

Go and be the good news.

a direct quote

We watched our little six-month old neighbor the other day. By we, I mean me and my three baby-crazy children who fawned and oohed and aahed and sang little bunny foo foo (Isaac) and played this little piggy (Elliot) and "read" her books (Audrey) and squealed each and every time they touched her (Elliot, "I touched her back with my toe!!!!!") and held her gently until she fussed (Isaac) and asked when she could spend the night (Audrey).

Her parents brought her over the night before so she could get used to the ruckus that is our home. She is an only child, so this probably came as quite a shock to her. The parents were sitting in our living room watching their little girl eat a matchbox car when the mom looked over at our bookshelf. "Are those really all library books?," she asked with uncertainty and confusion in her voice. Why yes, yes they are. We are a family of love, wonder, questions, and library books. Lots and lots of library books.