Sunday, November 27, 2011

Welcome to Advent 2011

Last Night!


It is finally here.

We have been counting down since sometime in October. Next year I won't start counting until fall break, I think. Eight weeks will be enough!

I am not as "together" about some Advent preparations as I was last year, when I had all of my Christmas shopping done save two gifts. But we are probably more together regarding liturgy, and decorations, and music.

For those of you who wonder why I am making such a big deal out of Advent, I give you an excerpt from our pastor's Advent letter this year. (This is the first time he's sent one-- our church historically hasn't done much with Advent besides a wreath up front). Here is a pretty good introduction to help explain what we're about here this year:

"I hope this letter finds you well and enjoying the Thanksgiving holiday. I like Thanksgiving because it means that basketball season has started. My favorite team was on the other day. As the game clock was winding down, I was due to board a flight. After missing the end of the season opener, I realized two things: First, I need to plan my trips better; second, games that don’t have an ending aren’t very good. We watch sports because the game has a destination, a purpose, an outcome. Without that, the game just doesn’t make much sense.

The Church year is similar. Without Advent, the Church year would be like a game without the ending. If we had Christmas, Good Friday, Easter, Pentecost, but not Advent, we would go through the great events of God's purpose for the world – the birth, the life, the death, the resurrection of Jesus, and the coming of the Spirit – but would miss the conclusion to which all these other events have been building. We would miss the end of the game.

To put it another way, our understanding of Jesus’ own story would be incomplete: we would celebrate his birth, his death, his resurrection, but not the end of his story when he will be revealed as the world’s rightful and loving Sovereign. And without that event, this story doesn’t make much sense. Of course, the conclusion to the story hasn't happened yet. Thus on Advent Sunday we are not remembering, as we do when we tell the story of Jesus at Christmas and Easter, nor are we focusing on our present experience of Christ and the Spirit as with Pentecost; on Advent Sunday we are looking forward to Jesus Christ's future, which is also our future and the future of the world."


Late-night preparations


"As I have reflected on the culture in which we live, I have become more and more convinced of the value of the Church calendar for forming and rooting Christian communities in a biblical view of reality. Let me explain. While recent advances in technological communications have brought real benefits (as anyone who has ever skyped their parents or grandchildren can attest), they also provide troubling dangers in that they distort our sense of space and time. But the Church calendar works against these difficult social realities by rooting Christians in time and reminding us that God has been pleased to act in time for us and for our salvation.

The calendar in general, and Advent in particular, reminds us that Christian lives have direction. We're involved in that uncompleted story. We're living between Pentecost and the coming of Jesus at the end. We live in the certain hope that God is going to have the last word: not evil or suffering or death or meaninglessness, but God and God's good purpose for his whole creation are going to prevail finally and forever. Advent is a time to look forward, forward to God’s promised future. It is a time of longing, expectation, and hope. So once a year at least, during Advent, we remind ourselves where the story is going and reorient ourselves in that direction."



"In light of that, we will be doing some exciting things this Advent season to help direct our thoughts, practices, and imaginations towards the coming of Christ. First, shaping our thoughts, our sermon series during Advent will be entitled “In Light of His Coming”. We will be looking at different ways in which the Bible says that the coming of Jesus informs Christians today. Second, shaping our practices, the orders of worship in our services will be thematically developed around the certainty that Christ will come again. Third, shaping our imaginations, our worship space will be artistically decorated in blues and violets. Both colors have been used by the church during Advent to capture people’s imaginations with the second coming of Christ. Blue represents the sky, from which Christ will come. Purple is the color of royalty; for when he comes all will know that he is the world’s one true king."



I had bought purple ribbon for our little Advent wreath. I went out last night to cut oak from our trees, and rosemary and cotoneaster from the shrubs. To my delight, I found the rosemary already adorned with purple blooms. Consider the lilies. The ribbon will keep.


This Advent, I hope to chronicle our family traditions and attempts to train our hearts to keep in mind our certain future and hope.


Happy Advent!

Monday, November 21, 2011

Ten Months of Nutmeg


We have a song we sing around here:
"Her name is Meg-gie
And She's Deli-cious
Her name is Meg-gie
She's surrep-ti-ious!"




Well, maybe not exactly surreptitious, but it's really fun to say; and not many things rhyme with "delicious."

Nutritious, I guess.
Vicious? Ambitious?
They don't really work.

But increasingly, surreptitious might just fit. This little girl is scooting around quick as lightning (although still on her belly. Just picture a snake whipping through). She can get play clay or pencil shavings in her mouth awfully quickly, so we have to be pretty careful about what gets on the floor. So, yes, there are times when she's surreptitious.

She didn't quite get that fourth tooth cut through by her ten-month pictures...but it made it a few days later (finally). You can almost see it here:



What else is new? The girl loves some pasta. LOVES. IT.

She likes to flip over onto her tummy in the middle of diaper changes. Very quickly. She is so strong--I can barely flip her back over. She reminds us more of Bud every day.

Like yesterday when my plastic canister of PG Tips fell out of the cabinet and landed on her somewhere. I don't even know where it hit her (but it didn't hit the ground first). She just picked it up and started chewing on it.

She loves playing with the alphabet train. So what if she falls off?

She waves nite-nite and even says it:






Oh, Nutmeg. I can't believe we're approaching your first birthday!

It's such a gift to see her personality developing, unfolding, shining. I don't think I could bear the sadness of losing this:


if it didn't mean gaining this:



...along with everything that will come after! As it is, we're thrilled to be getting to know her. Happy tenth mesaversary, Nutmeg!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Post Script

An English friend shared this video with me yesterday, saying that "the little boy in the video reminds me of Charlie." He was quite right. And so, as a follow to my last post, I'll share it with you.





Love that Bud!

Only EIGHT DAYS TO ADVENT!

AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

More on Whiteboards


Monday, as I wrapped up math with Pixie, I looked around for Bud. I have developed an internal timer for when one of the boys has been off the radar for too long. Fully expecting to find him down on the terrace (good) or hanging out at a neighbor's (not-so), I looked out the sliding glass door.

And then I saw him, his back to me, sitting on the top step with his back hunched over his Home Depot Kids' Workshop whiteboard. He was fully engaged with whatever it was he was writing: he would write, then wipe off the word with the mistake, and then carry on. Finally I opened the door, telling it was time for him to get his shoes on and head up to Chinese (there is another homeschooling family a few houses up the street where he and Pixie go twice a week to take Chinese. How amazing is that?!?).

By that time, I had already seen what he was working on. Knife to my heart.




I probed, trying to figure out what was behind this. He decided he wanted to talk about it after Chinese, so I let him go. I figured it was our most recent interaction, when I was in the garage shifting laundry. He threw a stick into the garage from outside (blindly, apparently) and it hit me. In response, I was not very nice.


When he returned from Chinese he jumped right back into the conversation, saying no, it had been a little while since I had hurt his feelings. What usually hurt his feelings was when I was harsher than I needed to be.

(Which was the case in the garage. But he didn't say so.)
He did say that he didn't like to tell me when I hurt his feelings because he didn't want to hurt my feelings. (Yikes.)

But that's just like my empathetic Bud.


I should probably mention at this point that he wouldn't leave for Chinese until he had finished the "I still love you..." bit of the message. Even though it made him late.

I am grateful for his generous spirit. Bud is more quick to forgive than anyone I know. He paints a picture for me of what grace looks like; and he holds no grudge. I am so grateful to have this sweet, strong-hearted boy with us. Grateful that he wipes out his resentment like his mistakes on a whiteboard.


And I am also glad to be reminded that this tough little guy is tender inside. Which is just how I would like him to stay. Tender towards his family, tender to those in need, tender to the whispers and shouts of the Holy Spirit.

And yes, glad to be called to be called out, to have the opportunity to apologize and be forgiven, glad for the restoration that brings to relationships. Glad for the incredible resiliency my children demonstrate.


And other things they demonstrate, too.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Sunday Snapshot

Today's Sunday Snapshot is brought to you by...whiteboards.


J regularly takes the kids to Home Depot's Kids' workshops. they learn how to use tools to build things...Pixie had been going for almost six years now, and that girl can swing a hammer. But here is Bud with the white board they made in September.

Yes, it has about seven pieces. It seems that whenever I take the kids alone (which has been maybe twice) there's a twenty-piece biplane to build. We now preview online to see what we're getting ourselves in for. And by "we" I mean J.

Last week Wombles called me in to see his latest drawing:


I was soooo excited! He still doesn't know all of his letters, true, but that's a pretty good artistic representation of his name. I'm so proud.

Even though since then I've found his name-picture carefull penned all over. On the table. on plates on the table. Inside random gift boxes I find.

Happy Sunday!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

The Next Day

So, it's been a while. J went out of town, the computer died, he fixed it, we recovered. Except that we're both reeeeealy behind in our work. So. I should be planning and prepping my Spanish classes for this week. Until next time, for all of the Mimis, Nonas, and Grandmas out there, here's a peek: some photos I took the day after my last post.




One of the great joys of the past week has been watching Pixie, Bud and Wombles really engage Nutmeg and play with her. The more her personality is revealed, the more fun they have with her. And she has a personality to reveal! Yowza.


I love watching the affection grow and bloom!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Wombles





I missed a post about Wombles' fourth birthday. But today, nearly a month later, he had his 4-year-old check-up. He was AWESOME.

He always is.

He had two shots, and is by far the bravest of the three "bigs" about that. He barely sniffled. And he took them so calmly, squeezing my hands and looking the other way...at the lollipop jar.




He chatted up the doctor:


Dr: "What are you going to be for Halloween?"
Wombles: "A blue ninja named Jae." (and on, nonstop, re: the ninjas, for a long, long time)

Dr: "What do you like to do with you mom?"
Wombles: "Play GAMES!"
Me: (inwardly): Is now when I worry about the ethics of stacking the deck in CandyLand? So that I lose...quickly?


Dr: "What's your favorite food?"
Wombles: "Pepperoni PIZZA!"
Bud: "What about strawberry shortcake?"
Wombles: "Oh, YEAH!"
Bud: "He actually has lots of favorite foods."
Me: (inwardly) C'mon, his favorite foods are all fruits! That's what he eats! Won't somebody PLEASE bring up in front of the doctor that we call him fruit-bat at home? NO? Thanks a LOT.

Dr: "What do you like to do with your dad?"
Wombles: "Play checkers!"

Dr: "Can you jump? Good. What about hop on one foot?...the other foot?"
Me: (inwardly) "Can you stop hopping? Please? She knows you can do it now."

He aced his hearing and vision screenings. And he gave the required sample-in-a-cup.

HE'S GROWING UP!




This afternoon, he may or may not have had a tantrum that included ONE of the following*:
  • I won't eat broccoli!
  • I'm running away to live at the Joe-Joe's factory!
  • If you put me in time-out in my bed, you have to make it. AND pay me.
  • You're not my mother. You're just an ORDINARY WOMAN!

Can you guess which one it was?


Good thing he's pretty cute!