Christmas is about family. Our family likes to cook…and eat. Family night consists of making your own pizza and watching the Food Network.
I don’t blog nearly as much as I used to. When my child care business grew two years ago, I knew my time to write would be limited. I also have been limiting my time on social networking sites. I don’t read as many blogs as I used to.
As my kids have grown older, their need for privacy has increased. I am not one of these moms who wants to share on Facebook about every single activity my kids are doing or what emotions they are experiencing or our daily schedule. In the past couple months I have felt this need for living life outside of Facebook posts. Sometimes I feel like we might over post because we are looking for attention and/or validation we are not getting elsewhere. I have to embrace the relationships and real live friendships in front of me to find the joy of living life’s moments.
With that being said, the holidays is a time I like to blog. I have done the December photo project the last three years (one year I did not complete it) because it helps me focus on the day to day joys of Advent and Christmas.
This Christmas is unique as we will be seeing the husband’s parents here in Oregon a week before Christmas. Then we will be spending a good part of the holiday break on the Atlantic coast in Virginia with my family. There have been many Christmases since we moved to Oregon when we have seen no extended family. So this is a real treat for all of us. There will be plenty of Christmas programs, holiday parties, gift wrapping, baking and Christmas crafting sessions.
For now I want to focus on Thanksgiving weekend.
For the past three years I have run in the Keizer Turkey Dash 5K on Thanksgiving morning. This year my eight year old and I ran it together. We began training shortly after school started. Due to my full schedule I could only run with him about one to two times a week. I figured with PE at school and the fact he is active when he plays in the backyard–that would be enough. I was impressed when he could run two miles without stopping and then three!
His final time was 35:56 which is about ten minutes fast than last year. Although last year he was sick and insisted on running it anyway. And he had not trained as much. Still ten whole minutes! I wish I could shave ten minutes off my marathon time–I might be able to qualify for Boston.
We had perfect weather. No rain in sight. It was a little colder than normal, but we bundled up.
He says he is going to miss our weekly runs and wants to do another race soon. We’re looking at a Christmas or MLK King Day run. The problem with Oregon is we can get very nasty rain that time of year. I ran a 1/2 marathon last year in December and nasty, windy, pouring rain. It took hours for my body temperature to get back to normal.
Every Thanksgiving since we moved to Oregon, we have celebrated with friends. This year we celebrated with the same friends we celebrated with last year. It was fun to have an established tradition of a big meal, game, and dessert. It was a nice relaxing day spent with people we enjoy.
The kids even got to play outside for a bit in my friend’s big front yard.
They can see the best sunsets from their front porch as well as the coastal range mountains.
In the early evening we noticed black smoke in the distance and heard fire trucks. My husband has an app on his phone that has all the police and fire calls for our city. There was a house on fire only a few streets over that quickly escalated into a three alarm fire. The smoke got thick and black and we could start to see the orange glow of flames. As we left to go home there were fire trucks lining up and down the road and we saw how bad the fire was. It made our news and the house was a total loss. Thankfully no one was killed or hurt.
It was only a few weeks ago I lead a devotional for our seniors group. I shared about storing up treasures in heaven and not on earth. Our true treasure is the hope of Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior who paid the price for our sins. This treasure brings us peace in times of trial like house fires, floods, terrorist attacks, ill health, depression, family dysfunction, etc. Nothing or no one can take away that treasure from us. I was reminded again as we saw this family’s dream home dissipate into flames.
When I was seven years old we had a small fire in our house that only destroyed a lamp, part of the couch, and part of the wall. By God’s grace, my parents discovered it the moment the lamp sparked and put it out before the fire department arrived. When I was a sophomore in college, my floor in my dormitory caught on fire from a cigarette thrown in the trash can. When I exited my room flames were shooting up to the ceiling in the hallway. In both those situations you don’t think about grabbing everything you own. You just go and get out of there. You remember what is most important in your life.
So this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my faith in Jesus Christ and how God has led me on this incredible journey with its own twists and turns. I am thankful for my family, my extended family, my church family, my friends, my jobs, and this beautiful part of the country we call home. I pray that throughout this conclusion of Thanksgiving as we move into Advent, I will continue to focus on that true treasure of Christ’s coming into the world.
I remember watching the Duggars before they even had a show. They were a large conservative family with kids dressed in red and white outfits (most of which looked handmade) traveling the country in a motor home. Their lives looked happy and simple. They had TV specials on once in awhile highlighting what life is like with 14 to 15 kids (not sure how many they actually had at that time). It was feel-good TV and better than some of the reality garbage on the other networks. Who can argue with living debt free, frugal living, shopping at thrift stores, good wholesome family values? Apart from homeschooling and strict fundamentalist Christian principles, I find myself adhering to many of the Duggar’s lifestyle choices.
Then the Duggars became TV stars. I was watching an episode years ago from Season Three: Duggars New Addition where the Duggars layed concrete on their basketball court and the younger kids were forced to play inside. They were struggling to find things to occupy their time. I remember thinking, “This is so boring. There is no depth or meaning to this. But why am I still watching it? And why do I want to watch the episode that follows it?”
In a later episode from Season 5, Duggar In Danger, young Jason Duggar falls twelve feet into an orchestra pit and an ambulance is called. In a later interview Michelle Duggar says, “Now we have so many adult children that they have a phone with a camera on it. So everyone was getting this on their cameras.” I asked myself, “Is this normal to pull out your camera and start videotaping when your little brother gets hurt?” Of course it is if you are a reality star. This makes for great TV! You cross that line from living your life as a simple family to being a performer or TV star basking in the perks TLC has to offer.
What family of 21 can realistically travel the world? Jill Duggar had 1,000 people at her wedding including media reporters–this is not normal! Jessa Duggar took a honeymoon to France. Josiah Duggar invited 400 guests to his graduation party. The Duggars have a barred fence around their home to keep fans out–this is not normal living either.
Now they have followed the demise of the reality stars who have gone before them. Since Josh Duggar’s struggle with sexual molestation and most recently addiction to pornography and infidelity was made public. Should we even be all that surprised? There is a cost of being on TV. Allowing cameramen into your home documenting your daily life shrinking your privacy is exhausting. The Duggars chose this, but unfortunately their young children did not. They will have to deal with the consequences of these scandals the rest of their lives. Even though it may not be ethical to conduct a witch hunt delving into police records violating somebody’s privacy etc., it is a dire consequence to choosing the reality star route. Nothing is hidden anymore.
The Duggars feel they are different from other reality families. They don’t watch TV and limit all their exposure to music, the Internet, movies etc. They see their reason for being on TV as a family ministry. Being a person in the ministry, I see “ministry” as sharing the gospel message of the saving grace God freely gives through Jesus Christ. It really can all be summed up into that.
The Duggar’s share family moral values and living. There is nothing wrong with that, but that’s not the heart of what ministry is. If we have this attitude of “Look at the Duggars! We want our family like the Duggars!” we are setting ourselves up to feel insecure, ashamed, and now severely disappointed. They are not a perfect family and have their hidden sins (that have become not so hidden) and I don’t even think they are the best Christian example. Psalm 146:3 says, “Do not put your trust in princes, in human beings who cannot save.”
Fame was not something Jesus Christ actively pursued. He walked humbly on earth and lived His life with His ministry pointing to the one true God. His sacrifice was not fame and fortune but rather his death which paid for our sins. So let this Duggar scandal be a gentle reminder that even the perfect looking are far from perfect.
I started running in 2001 at the age of 24. I ran my first marathon in October of 2006 at the age of 29. No one in my family ran back then and some thought I was crazy. Why would I want to fork over one hundred dollars to enter a race not to mention the countless hours of training? It took my older sister many years until she finally “got it.” I never held it against anyone. I knew what I was gaining from running and it was enough to keep me tackling marathons.
So my sister and I had talked about doing the same marathon at some point in 2015. We live on opposite sides of the country. I loved the idea of doing “a destination” marathon and traveling somewhere. I wanted to do a spring marathon because I have found it much easier to train all winter and run in the spring versus training all summer for a fall marathon. I don’t work in the summer so you would think I have more time. However, our summer weekly routine is not consistent. It is hard to train when you are home for a week, go out of town, home another week, and then go someplace else. Not to mention the heat!
We looked at a marathon calendar and narrowed it down to a few options. We chose the Minneapolis Marathon because the timing was the best. It was the only weekend in the spring I had nothing going on. The course looked great running through parks and along the Mississippi River. I wanted to do a run in a larger sized city versus a small community marathon. I had no idea I was signing up for a marathon that had only 700 runners. Then I remember the large marathon is Minneapolis is the Twin Cities marathon which is in the fall. However, my sister and I found some advantages of running “a medium sized marathon” versus one with 10,000 runners.
I awoke at 2:00 AM on Saturday, May 30th. I slept without waking up from 10 PM to 2:00 AM and felt pretty rested. I think when it comes to this whole marathon experience I am grateful for all the solid sleep. When it comes to travel and racing, I never seem to sleep well. I had to catch a shuttle bus at 3:15 AM. My husband did not appreciate the shower going followed by my hair dryer–but hey I was not about to travel all day without doing my hair. I made it to the shuttle bus on time. Everyone on the bus was curled up on the seats and trying to sleep but I was wide awake.
4:30 AM seemed way too early to eat breakfast so I waited until around 5:15. I get up this early to workout so it didn’t feel excessively early to me. I did enjoy a breakfast burrito at one of the new restaurants in Portland International Airport. I boarded my flight and had a three hour layover in Kansas City…which by the way is one of my least favorite airports. It is claustrophobic, not enough food choices, and the bathrooms were not very clean. I got to Minneapolis in the late afternoon and my parents picked me up. We enjoyed a pasta dinner at Olive Garden with my sister and her husband.
My sister, her husband and I all shared a motel room. It felt a little bit like a slumber party. It reminded when we all went to Texas together on a mission trip when I was in high school and they were in college. We went to bed pretty early. Again I slept amazing right to the alarm when my brother-in-law said, “Ladies it’s time to get going.”
Another great thing about this marathon is I felt like I got the nutrition right. I ate everything I trained with. I had a Honey Stinger organic vanilla waffle bar and a few homemade mini zucchini muffins while in the motel rooms and a half wattle bottle full of Ultima sports drink. I ate a banana in the car. I had a Hammer gel while at the starting line. I felt like I ate enough and everything was sitting well.
We drove to the starting line from our motel and had a little bit of a scare. As my brother-in-law drove on a major highway, a “wrong way driver” was coming at us. She was on the wrong side of the median. There was not very much traffic on the road so my brother-in-law easily pulled off to the shoulder while slamming on the horn. We did not want to turn around in fears we were about to witness a head on collision. I think I saw her get off the highway, but our hearts were pounding. Our guess she was a drunk driver coming home from a party in the early morning hours.
Thankfully we got to the starting line in one piece. We had to walk about a half mile to it. After a stop at the port-a-potties and snapping a few pictures, I lined up with the 4 hour pacing group.
This was my first marathon with my little ipod shuffle. I also wear my iphone on my arm band. This was for the purpose of texting my brother-in-law and parents following the race if I could not find them. A small race advantage is finding your family right away. I don’t listen to music through my iphone because we don’t get much date per month with our plan. So I am the dorky runner that wears a iphone on my arm and a shuffle clipped to my shorts, but I am OK with that. I have not run my previous marathons listening to music. The jury is still out on whether I would run with music or without should I run another marathon.
On one hand I loved having music at the very beginning. This is when my nerves are at their worst. Having the music calmed my anxiety level and “pumped me up.” I focused more on running and less on trying to keep up with the pacing group. However, I really got tired of the music by around Mile #21 and looking back I could have turned it off. By that point I did not care about anything but finishing strong.
The run started through many scenic parks and we could not have asked for better weather. It was in the 50’s and sunny. My brother-in-law cheered for us at Mile #4 and then a few miles later. Again another small race advantage is he did not have to deal with a lot of traffic and weaving through crowds. This was very motivating. I was able to stay between the 4 hour pacing group and the 3:45 group most of the first half. As we get further into the city we ran through the University of Minnesota. At around Mile #12 the half marathons turn off and go to the finish line. Us full marathoners keep going and then turn around at Mile #17. We were going down some massive hills and my only thought was “Oh no we are going to have to go up these on the way back.” I trained on big hills (there is no way around them in Oregon) but I still hate them.
At the turn around around Mile #17 (or it could have been closer to #19) I felt like I was dragging. My brother-in-law yelled to try to stay on the 4 hour group’s tail. I really tried, but it was extremely hard. I hated having them pass me, but I could not keep up with them. Once I stopped to walk through an aid station, they were almost out of sight. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to break four hours. I knew if the 4:15 group caught up to me, I would not PR at all.
I tried to think positive thoughts. It is a beautiful day. I am running in a marathon–my fourth! How many people can do that? I worked hard in my training. I gave it my best. I am not walking but running mostly–how can I ask for more than that at this point?
The big hills that came at Mile #22 and #24 plain stunk. They were terrible and I had to stop and walk up most of them as were many others. My right knee often starts to give out around this point on marathons and my form falls apart. It is almost harder to run downhill so I did not appreciate reaching the top and going back down.
Once I saw the Mile #25 sign I put in my last surge of energy and I ran most of the way. It was a blessing to see my dad at Mile #26 and I pushed as hard as I could to the finish line. I was excited to see 4:04 as I crossed the finish line. I did not break 4 hours, but I did PR. The 4:15 group never caught up to me!
My sister had suffered an IT band injury while training. I was not sure she would be able to finish let alone run the marathon. So I had a twinge of anxiety as I saw the 4:15 group finish followed the 4:30. Her husband said she was strong until Mile #20 maintaining a 4:15ish pace. While watching her I was shivering. I had my cell phone out of its case so I could snap a photo of my sister as she crossed the finish line. I left my jacket in the car and they did not give out space blankets. My dad lent me his sweater, but as I put it on I clumsily dropped my phone on the asphalt. The phone still works but has a nice scratch going across it. I tried to not let it ruin my mood.
My dad somehow found himself in a conversation with a homeless person. My brother-in-law and I stepped away in fear we would be too distracted and miss my sister coming in. My sister crossed at 4:55 and she looked strong. It was amazing to share this moment with her. My first ever marathon with a family member and I could share it with my sweet sister.
We left the marathon soon after. Honestly walking to the car was almost worse than the last few miles of the marathon. This might be TMI but if you are thinking of running a marathon, your bladder can do weird things post run. I intentionally went to the bathroom right before getting in the car so we would not have to stop. It was only about a 15 minute drive back to the motel so I assumed I would be OK. A few minutes into the drive I had to GO…BAD! There was nowhere to stop…we were downtown and there were no discreet bushes or trees. My brother-in-law graciously dropped me off in front of a hotel where I went as fast as my sore legs could carry me to the lobby bathroom. Then I waited on a street corner until he could come back from me.
The rest of the weekend was relaxing and a time of celebrating family togetherness. We had a lunch at the motel and said good-bye to my brother-in-law who was flying home that afternoon. My sister, parents, and I went out for a nice dinner. The following morning we had breakfast together and I met an old friend who lives in the area for coffee. My sister and I did not have a firm plan for the rest of the day. We just wanted to explore Minneapolis.
We started out an outdoor sculpture park my husband and I had gone to about fourteen years ago. There was a mini golf course with actual art you golfed around. I had never see anything like that and we had fun playing mini golf. Who won you might ask? We tied of course. Then we went to the Minnehaha Falls which my husband and I had also gone to in November of 2001 and it was COLD! I loved having more time to sit and view the falls. No major hiking for us–we were SORE! We had dinner at a Lebanese restaurant we found on the Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives website. Then my sister wanted to go shopping. I felt a little dead by that point but I did go to a few stores with her and bought presents for the kids.
I wanted to be home in time for children’s school musical. When I booked the trip the musical was scheduled for before I left. Because of auditorium rental schedule changes, they had to move it to the last week of school. Because my bus was running fifteen minutes behind I missed the oldest child’s piano solo, but my husband recorded it on his phone (LOVE technology!). I saw the rest of the program. By the time I got home I was exhausted and jumped right into a crazy week of wrapping up work, 8th grade graduation, Education meeting, end of the school year picnic, street hockey, strawberry picking, husband’s Open House, husband’s karate test, and more Open Houses. Let’s just say I am glad our pace slowed down this week!!
I am blessed to have completed Marathon #4. I have not made any firm decision on future races or triathlons this summer or fall. Let’s just say I am already back to running, swimming, biking, weights, and street hockey–I just can’t seem to slow down.
Blessed. Beyond Blessed. This exact term was resonating through my head this spring. I was asking myself, “Do I feel beyond blessed only when everything comes together?”
Because what happens when things fall apart? Can you still look up to the Lord your God and say you are beyond blessed?
This spring, I was reminded in the tinier plans that if things go according to what I really want or the contrary what I fear, God IS. God is good.
I realize I did not go through any major crisis moments this spring so my heart is humbled when I look to my friends who did. But we are reminded in the minor inconveniences as well as the intense struggles that God IS.
We had four trips in two months (three to the Midwest) which seems just plain crazy. One was unexpected–my sweet grandmother passed away on April 1st.
One thing I feared in all this…I am talking about an anxious reaction…is people getting sick. Stomach bugs and bad colds always thwart plans. Yet we have no control over them. It has been a horrible year for sickness. Our kids have all been sick multiple times. It started the last week of September and was off and on until the second to the last week of school. It has not just been us–many of our friends have dealt with it too and some much worse.
We went to St. Louis in mid May for my husband’s graduation ceremony. He earned his Doctorate of Ministry from Covenant Seminary. Before we left we had plans to leave our kids with Friend #1’s house (btw–for the sake of this blog post I am referring to friends with numbers but it does not imply their ranking as friends). Only days before we left, Friends #1 lost a loved one and had to travel to the Midwest for the funeral. Thankfully Friends #2 offered to take our kids. The day we were supposed to leave Friend #2 came down with a stomach bug and we had to leave our kids with Friends #3 who graciously offered to take our kids last minute. I remember through the whole ordeal God saying to me, “OK do you trust me?”
We have no family remotely close to where we live. We have to rely on our friends in these situations. I am extremely grateful for “our village” who came through for us last minute and reassured us our kids would be fine. I cannot imagine how lonely and frustrating life would be if we did not have “a village.”
My fear is I would be sick in St. Louis since I was exposed to all this crud. That became reality as I went to bed the first night in our hotel feeling a little queasy and an hour later sick in the bathroom. I was frustrated, angry, and anxious. I felt like God was saying, “OK but do you trust me?”
I recovered quickly. I did not miss his graduation lunch or the ceremony or the Cardinal games the next day.
I did miss some things, but overall I made it to all the important things. It was a tremendous honor to see my husband earn his D Min after hours and hours of work on his dissertation, multiple trips to St. Louis, and countless amount of time interviewing and reading.
We came home from St. Louis exhausted on a Sunday afternoon. The youngest child was going to a birthday party which Friends #4 who graciously agreed to pick her. The middle child was going to a different party about a half hour away. I made plans in advance to have him ride with Friends #5 since I knew we would be exhausted from our flight. We had to get up at 3 AM central time. As we arrived home Friend #5 texted me and said their daughter got the dreaded stomach bug and they weren’t going. How do you tell your son you are not going to take him to a birthday party a half hour away because you are functioning off three hours of sleep especially when you have not seen him in four days? My plan was to take him and set up a sleeping bag in the van. I would sleep while he was at the party. I was grumpy about the whole thing but again I felt like God said, “OK do you trust me?”
I texted Friend #6 last minute who was on her way to the party and agreed to pick up my son and take him along. With our younger two gone all afternoon we could take long naps and get caught up on the sleep we lost.
That was Sunday. On Friday we got ready for our annual church retreat at a camp about 1 hour away. We left Saturday morning and had a full day of activities that first day. Sunday morning the husband woke up and said, “I don’t feel great. Kind of yucky. But I don’t think I am sick.” Anxiety began to run rampant again. I knew he was getting sick. My kids don’t need to be constantly watched anymore, but I cannot let them run off alone. Especially when there is a lake, a large woods, and unfamiliar parts of the camp. My kids were excited to be at camp but a little out of control the first night. I felt like I NEEDED my husband’s help. Again I felt like God said, “OK do you trust me?”
The husband got sicker as I feared and had to go home. However, the kids were amazing. I don’t think I had to break up a single fight the rest of the weekend. They always told me where they were going. They stayed out of trouble. They had a wonderful time! So did I!
I had a great hike around the lake with them at the conclusion of the weekend and we saw a bald eagle perched in a tree. Another reminder of God as we see the handiwork of his creation.
Coming home on Monday, my youngest got the dreaded stomach bug. The following day my oldest woke up with it. My anxiety escalated because I knew I was running the Minneapolis Marathon the following weekend. I had invested months of training, bought a plane ticket, motel room & rental car. Plus it was the first time I would run a marathon with my sister. I did NOT want to be sick. I hoped my husband and daughters caught what I already had, but I had no way of knowing. Our symptoms were all a little different.
Again I felt like God was saying, “OK do you trust me?” I was so paranoid about getting sick I hardly had time to be nervous about the actual marathon. The end of this story was I did travel to Minneapolis, I did run in the marathon 100% healthy, my sister ran it too, and it was an amazing weekend.
I know had I got sick and missed it, that I would STILL be beyond blessed. Because whatever happens God IS.
It’s a bit harder to wrap my finger around this idea of “beyond blessed” when I think about some old friends God put on my heart recently. During our time in St. Louis old friends of ours lost a child. On my way to Minneapolis to run a marathon with my sister, an old friend lost her sister unexpectedly. While I was talking to my mom about her trip recently to visit old friends she mentioned her friend’s son is dying of cancer. I’ve seen evidence in all three of these situations via Facebook and social networking that all three of these people are clinging to the hope that God IS. Despite all the feelings of anger, frustration, depression, pain, despair, and loss–God IS. Because they know if we don’t have the hope of God’s love through Christ, then what we do have?
Will you stand on the hope of God promises? And will you pray for those in your life today who may not “feel beyond blessed” for whatever reason?
It was 4th of July week and it started out with temperatures climbing into the 90’s. So that meant cooling off at West Bennet Park.
The beautiful thing about Oregon summers is that its gets hot, but it doesn’t stay hot all day. A breeze and cooler temperatures come in the evening. So the oldest and I drove to Keizer where we biked along one of the few bike paths (we really need more!) in our town. It’s a small 3-4 mile stretch that goes along the Salem Parkway, but you don’t have to deal with traffic and many intersections. I love it that we can now bike together.
Yesterday was the 4th of July–one of my favorite holidays. For the past three years we have gone to the Independence-Monmouth Parade. We sat closer to Independence like last year. Thankfully this year they did not run out of candy until they got to us.
Our original plan was to go to our friend’s house after the parade and spend the rest of the afternoon and early evening there. They always put on a fabulous 4th of July celebration. Due to some unfortunate sickness, they had to cancel. We had friends come to us last minute and we set up the slip and slide. We had a nice outdoor dinner with them. Then just our family headed downtown for the fireworks–the first ever 4th of July we all went to a fireworks show as a family. I had not been to a fireworks show since 2006! This is a picture of everyone standing for the National Anthem.
The kids did fine with the change of plans and all in all had a great 4th of July.
Next week is supposed to be HOT again. We don’t have as much planned, but I am sure we will find plenty to do to keep us busy.
Week #2 of summer. The unfortunate thing about this week was my seasonal allergies got so bad that I had a pulsing sinus headache that knocked me out most of Tuesday. The fortunate thing was the kids are old enough that I could sleep while they played on their own. Especially because I took a Sudafed PM on accident instead of AM…so that pretty knocked me out all afternoon. The kids can work the TV (and they know only 1 hour in the morning), make their own snacks, get their bikes out of the shed, etc. The husband works next door to our house so he could check in on them every hour and was home for a full hour during lunch. The oldest knows how to use the phone. It was a little anxiety ridden for me at first–“They’re unattended!” Yet they are 8,6, and 4 now…it’s not like the days of laying on the couch sick letting toddlers run around and hoping nothing gets destroyed.
But that was only one day…one day of an overall pretty good week.
It is the week before VBS and I am directing again this year. What seems to be a daunting stressful job for many has become doable…and even fun…for myself. It took many years of trial and error to get to this point. While I know I won’t direct forever (I already warned my church this is not a permanent thing!) it has been a great volunteer position for me this year. Lots of people stepped up. Because my oldest is doing odd jobs to earn money for her mission trip to Philadelphia this month, she helped me sort volunteer t-shirts, name tags, and helped my friend set up decorations.
After being sick on Tuesday, I was itching to get out of the house. The weather was beautiful! My head still was not quite right in the morning. By 3 PM I decided to bite the bullet and take the kids biking. I knew they would go slow and we could take breaks as needed. It was our first bike ride together on a trail. My youngest’s bike is not in the greatest condition and the training wheels don’t stay in place so that created a few falls…and stops. But overall everyone had a great time.
It is difficult for me to bike with all three of them because I have a racing road bike. I bike in clips (though I am still a rookie and learning how to do this). I am too nervous about biking slowly behind them especially when they stop suddenly…not sure I could clip out that fast. So I wear my 90’s style roller blades…and I still get a good workout too.
Because I was feeling so much better, I decided to play street hockey Wednesday night. Some guys from our church started a Wednesday night hockey night in our church parking lot. I don’t like to play volleyball or basketball–but I won’t turn down a game of hockey…even I have not played since junior high intramurals…and we’re talking over 20 years ago!
I took the kids to the Public Works Day at the local park. It is when the Public Works department comes with all their big trucks and educate the children about what they do. There is also some bike safety education, games, face painting, and free lunch. My kids went last year and loved it…so we had to go again.
We have been trying to teach the children about other cultures. One of the best ways to do that is with food. The husband made a Korean barbecue and then we had the kids read a website about the country. We quizzed them about what they learned.
I am not sure what country we will do next. Ethiopia? Indonesia? Greece? The kids want to do Mexico, but I would rather do one that is going to be more of a challenge…and different.
We ended the week by going to Eugene for part of the day. My friend Linda who was in the youth group I lead back in Michigan was playing in an ultimate frisbee tournament there. I visited her over Spring Break in May in LA where she currently lives. This time she got to see the husband again and meet the kids. We were able to watch her game and go out for pizza…this is a picture from when were in LA together. I was a dork and left the camera memory card pack home in the PC yet again.
Now on to VBS week–where our week will be pretty much be VBS and not much more!