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    Thanksgiving

    Friday, November 27th, 2009

    I posted this as my status message on facebook last night:

    20 years ago we moved to Nashville, a town where we had no family. Today we celebrated Thanksgiving in two different homes with more family that we could fit at four dining room tables. God is so good.

    I am overwhelmingly thankful for the family God has given us in Nashville. I was 8 years old when we first came here and I was the kind of kid who worried about things that were far beyond my scope of understanding. (I know, shocker right?)  I remember lying awake at night in a total panic, wondering what would become of my sister and I if something ever happened to my mom and dad. I knew it would involve moving back to Canada, far away from friends and familiarity, and that scared me to death.

    But twice yesterday afternoon I found myself gazing down the length of a dining room table full of people who have become my family, and who do everything in their power to care for my children and let them know that they are covered and loved.

    And so I say again – I am thankful today that we belong to a God who covers us, loves us, and creates family where there once was none.

    Allow me to introduce you to some of my family:

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    I believe these three people are God’s greatest reasons for bringing me to Nashville.

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    Nana Vickie and Aunt Paige taking a very small break from entertaining my kids!

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    Grandpa (I think he’s calling someone about a Black Friday deal)

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    Corbin with Uncle Dustin’s boys.

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    Cousin Amber, who shocked us all by wearing makeup yesterday (she was Corbin’s age when I met her!)

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    Aunt Mindy working hard to serve the 23 people she so graciously opened her home to yesterday.

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    My two beautiful brunette sisters, Jake and Marcela

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    Uncle Phil using his baby kryptonite.

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    Benny and Esteban watching some football.

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    Mom and I practicing the head tilt that Jake spent all afternoon trying to teach us.

    What’s in a Name?

    Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

    Corbin had something exciting to tell me when I picked him up from school today. “Mommy, mommy,” he cried, as he ran across the playground and into my outstretched arms, “I wrote my own name by my very own self today!”

    “That’s amazing buddy!” I replied as my heart swelled with pride.

    Pride and….heartache?

    This part I’m not quite sure how to articulate. I’ve always been pretty sentimental, but since Bennett was born and life got double-dog crazy, I’ve sort of been going through a season of curbed enthusiasm.  I have to admit that I’ve been a bit  grateful for the reprieve from my ill timed gushes of nostalgia.  But today that sentimental, touchy feely, gushy side of me came flooding back full force as I stared down at this simple piece of paper.

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    My sweet little baby, my puppy dog jammied, goofy first born son can now write his own name.  He is growing and changing every single day, whether I have time to notice or I do not.  And somehow I am right back where I was two years ago as I watched him take his first steps – completely undone.

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    Novel Pets

    Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

    Every time I finish a good book I have to go through a certain amount of grieving before I can start a new one.  This grieving period varies in length depending on the genre, my fondness for the characters, and my emotional attachment to the story.  For example, today I finished a humorous book called Straight Man ,which chronicles a week in the bizarre life of a middle aged professor at an underfunded college in Pennsylvania.  I found the story immensely entertaining and felt that it ended well, so I think that in this case 24-48 hours of grieving time should be sufficient. However, the book I read before that, The Time Traveler’s Wife, left me so emotionally wrecked that I couldn’t pick up a new book for two weeks…and even then I met each new character with a sense of self-protective reluctance.

    So I guess for me, finishing a good book is like losing a beloved pet. If I run out and get a new puppy/book too quickly, I’m just going to find myself comparing it to the old one. And if the new puppy/book ends up messing on the carpet as soon as I bring it home (think the Twilight series), I’ll end up resenting it for all the ways in which it couldn’t possible hold a candle to my previous pet/book.

    A Season For Giving

    Thursday, November 19th, 2009

    Some dear friends of ours  are pursuing their second special needs adoption. They first met the young man they are planning to adopt when they visited the Chinese foster home where their son was living. Being  the older brother of the home, this boy was very instrumental in helping his ‘younger brother’ become comfortable with his adoptive parents. Soon after they got home from China with their son, God confirmed in their hearts that they had a role to play in the life of  ‘older brother’.  At first they thought they were supposed to help this boy find a family, but what God has revealed to them over the past year is that they ARE this boy’s family. He is 8 years old and has been in  a wheel chair for most of his life.

    Our friends are a humbling example of how God is so faithful to equip the called.  To quote them, “We were a childless couple for 15 years until we became blessed with our son through the miracle of Special Needs adoption. Little did we know that the special needs were ours…and not our childrens’.”

    This Saturday my family and I are taking part in a walk called “Room for More” to raise money for this adoption. International adoption can be pretty expensive and adjustments to make their home wheel chair accessible will need to be made.  If you would like to hear more of their story in their own words, please click HERE. The mama is an amazing writer and artist who speaks of her children, herself and her God in a way that brings me to tears of laughter and conviction every time I read her BLOG.  And if you have any interest in helping this sweet family bring their son home, please either let me know or follow THIS link and click on the paypal button on the upper right hand side of the page.

    I’m Not a Feminist, But I Can Play That Role

    Thursday, November 12th, 2009

    This morning Chris was telling me what was (supposed to be)  a sweet little anecdote about our sons.  He described being stopped by a couple in a store one night while I was at work.  Apparently they commended him on his bravery for being out all by himself with two little boys, and on how wonderfully behaved they were.

    Now perhaps its because I had not yet consumed my first cup of coffee, or perhaps its because I knew that this kind of encounter was becoming a routine occurrence for my dear husband – but either way, something about his little tale didn’t sit right with me.

    Of course its not that I don’t agree with the back patters.  I completely do. I think Chris is one of the most hands on, actively involved, fearless fathers I have ever met.  I think he deserves nothing but accolades for his parenting, providing and general man of the house..ing skills.

    The thing that irks me is this: For every one time Chris has taken our children out in public by himself, I have taken them out 20.  My full time job is shuttling them around from parks to grocery stores to play-dates to banks to school to recycling centers to party’s to zoos. And not once during that endless string of errands and activities has a single person ever commented on how brave I was for taking those same two kids out by myself!

    So this begs the question: what’s with the double standard?  Why is Chris touted as some kind of hero for parenting his children while I am at work, and yet while he is at work I am merely doing what is expected? And in the reverse, why is it that when he goes to work he is providing for his family, and yet when I go to work I am neglecting mine? OK, so maybe only a select few people would actually put it that way, but for an insecure mama, a few is all it takes.

    I always wear my wedding rings when I serve, and sometimes as I am conversing with a table of guests it comes up that I am a wife and mother.  Almost without fail, the first question out of their mouths is, “Oh, well where are your children while you are at work?”  And yet colleagues never ask Chris that question when he tells them he is a father.

    There seems to be an unspoken assumption (mostly made by women) that  mothers should be able to do it all, and yet fathers simply cannot be expected to become proficient in traditionally ‘domestic’ tasks.

    This assumption is both insulting to men and inherently flawed. Regardless of your gender, doing it all is incredibly hard. (just ask a single parent!)  So I think a family is best served when some kind of agreement is reached, and some delegation of tasks is determined.  What we have decided is this: When Chris is at work, childcare is my responsibility.  When I am at work, childcare is Chris’ responsibility.  And when we are both at work (or at home for that matter) finding or providing childcare is our shared responsibility.

    This sharing of the responsibilities is good for our marriage, our finances, and most importantly, our children. It is our hope that they will feel safe and secure knowing that they have not one, but two parents who desire to take on the task of raising and providing for them.  Do we handle every situation the same? Of course not.  Do we have areas where one is strong and the other is weak? Heck Yea! Chris wouldn’t balance our checkbook to save his life, and I wouldn’t fix a broken garbage disposal to save mine.  But at the end of the day we are partners, and to me that is worth so much more than fitting into traditional gender roles.

    And the Bathroom Saga Continues

    Monday, November 9th, 2009

    There is nothing that gets under my skin quite like an unfinished project does.  At this point the tiling is done, the quarter round is done, the chair rail is done, the bead board is done and the new drains are installed.  All of these tasks were on Chris’ to do list and he did them beautifully (save for a minor issue involving tile spacers, but really, its barely noticeable).  The only items left on his task list are installing the replacement faucets and shower head, and framing the mirror.

    My task list was very short by comparison.  My jobs were to pick out and purchase the materials, putty and paint all the wood, seal the grout, and recaulk the shower.

    That last one (which also happens to be the very first task I tackled) might very well be the death of me.  I carefully followed each and every step by the book (right down to waiting a full three days to make sure the newly cleaned joints were dry before recaulking), but to no avail.  Within three days of declaring the shower ready for use, it started leaking.  I did my best to redry the joint and repair the leak.  Then a week later another one sprung from the other side of the shower.  I patched that one up with slightly less care than the last one and waited to see what would happen next.  After another two days the thing was leaking out of three more places at which point I just went hog wild with the caulking gun, gooping the stuff all over every possible orifice, paying no attention to aesthetics whatsoever.

    And yet the leaking continues! I am ready to surrender.  Buy a new shower door, hire a plumber, start taking only baths…I just can’t take the leaking any more!!!!

    I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am NOT the do it yourselfer I hoped I would be.

    Who, What, Where, When, How and WHYYYY!!??

    Friday, November 6th, 2009

    Corbin has always been an inquisitive kid, but recently he’s stepped up his game. He is asking the kinds of questions that make a parent feel like an ill-prepared, uneducated dummy.

    Just a few examples from the last 24 hours are:

    • Why don’t jellyfish have eyes?
    • What will happen to all my toys if I die?
    • What makes alligators so mean?
    • How can God be in the sky and in my heart at the same time?
    • Why is that lady raking leaves off of the grass when more are just going to fall?
    • Why does Bennett scream when he gets tired?
    • Why don’t girl’s have manhoods? (Oh yeah, we’re there already!)

    So far the only answers I have come up with are:

    • That’s just the way God made it.
    • Its nap time!
    • Do you want to watch a show?
    • I think I just heard Daddy at the front door.
    • Son, I have no earthly idea.

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    Heaven

    Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

    I’ve heard this song on the radio a few times recently, and there is something about it that I find very….intriguing.  The melody is beautiful and the lyrics are haunting, but there’s something beyond that.  Weather it’s a theological  reaction or a visceral response, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

    Heaven- by Brett Dennen

    Beyond the rules of religion
    The cloth of conviction
    Above all the competition
    Where fact and fiction meet

    There`s no color lines or casts or classes
    There is no fooling the masses
    Whatever faith you practice
    Whatever you believe

    Heaven. heaven.
    What the hell is heaven?
    Is there a home for the homeless?
    Is there hope for the hopeless?

    Throw away your myth misconceptions
    There ain`t no walls around heaven
    There are no codes you gotta know to get in
    No minutemen or border patrol

    You must lose all earthly possession
    Leave behind your weapon
    You cannot buy your salvation
    There is no pot of gold

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    Heaven ain`t got no prisons
    No government no business
    No banks or politicians
    No armies and no police

    Castles and cathedrals crumble
    Pyramids and pipelines tumble
    The failure keeps you humble
    Leads us closer to peace

    A Reasonable Request

    Monday, November 2nd, 2009

    There is a fine line between reasonable and unreasonable requests in a restaurant, and guests can’t always be expected to know on which side of the line a particular request will fall.  So here are a few real life examples of the kinds of behaviors that will and won’t make you the topic of mockery in the kitchen.

    A Reasonable Request: Asking for ketchup, ranch dressing, honey mustard and any other condiment that your little heard desires after your food has been brought to the table.

    An Unreasonable Request: Asking for ketchup, ranch dressing, honey mustard and any other condiment that your little heard desires – ONE AT A TIME – after your food has been brought to the table, thus forcing your server to make repeated trips back to the kitchen and taking time away from every other table in their section.

    A Reasonable Request: Asking for toasted whole wheat bread on your sandwich instead of grilled sour dough.

    An Unreasonable Request: Asking for corn  bread muffins that are ‘almost burnt’ on top but still ‘nice and soft’ on the bottom.  Seriously people.  Your before meal bread is NOT made to order.

    A Reasonable Request: Asking to switch from the fountain drink you have been drinking to a coffee at no additional charge.

    An Unreasonable Request: Asking to switch from the water you have been drinking to a coffee at no additional charge.

    A Reasonable Request: Asking for a slice of onion to eat with your pinto beans.

    An Unreasonable Request: Asking your server to chop that slice of onion into tiny pieces so you can sprinkle it over your pinto beans. I’m all for making guests happy, but seriously!? How hard is it to use your own knife….would you like me to cut your meat up for you too?

    A Reasonable Request: Ordering a salad or a vegetable plate and asking your server to put a rush on it.

    An Unreasonable Request: Ordering a well done sirloin and asking your server to put a rush on it.  It doesn’t matter how fast the line cooks move, they can’t speed up time and make your meat cook faster.

    A Reasonable Request: Asking your server for a free desert on your birthday.

    An Unreasonable Request: Asking your server for a free dessert on your half birthday, your dog’s birthday, or the anniversary of the day you lost your first tooth.

    Yes. It’s happened.

    A Reasonable Request: Asking to speak to a manager because the restaurant is out of the Sunday special on a Sunday.

    An Unreasonable Request: Asking to speak to a manager because the restaurant is out of  the Sunday special on a Thursday.

    A Reasonable Request: Showing up an hour before the restaurant closes and expecting to enjoy a leisurely meal while having all of your needs attended to by a friendly server.

    An Unreasonable Request: Showing up a minute and a half before the restaurant closes and expecting to enjoy a leisurely meal while having all of your needs attended to by a friendly server.

    Be Honest.

    No matter what you do for a living, if you have finished all your work and you are set to walk out the door, you are PISSED if you all the sudden learn you will have to stay late. Of course in the restaurant industry there is an easy remedy for this particular predicament: Acknowledge the inconvenience you have caused and make it worth your server’s while!

    So that’s all I can think of off the top of my head. But I’m willing to bet that with a little prompting, Amy over at ACES Wild can probably think of a few more.  After all, she has been at this for about twelve years now!

    Halloween Fun

    Sunday, November 1st, 2009

    Corbin to the neighbors: “This is my Gracie.  She is a beautiful Tinkerbell.  We are going to be married.”

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    Trying on our costumes at Nana and Papa’s house earlier in the day.

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    The whole Gang (Did Nana Di do a great job on that shark costume or what!?)

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    Trick or Treat!

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    Too young for candy but not too young to stroll around the neighborhood looking adorable.

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    And because Tink and the ladybug have some pretty stinkin awesome parents…..

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    We got to spend our post trick or treat time in a suite at the Predators game!