Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Kirsten’s Baptism

We had a big event at our house over the weekend. Our oldest daughter, Kirsten, chose to follow Jesus’s example by making a commitment to keep the commandments of our Heavenly Father. To symbolize this covenant, she was baptized and confirmed last Saturday by her father.
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It was a lovely occasion. 
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And we love that we keep having baptisms, etc…because then we also have visitors.
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Illinois family joined us for the day and Nana and Papa (Brent’s parents) and Cousin Katie came all the way from Arizona to spoil us with all sorts of good times for over a week.  (more coming later about the above mentioned good times)

It’s hard to believe that my 3rd child is mature enough to be baptized. But she is.

I love that Kirsten loves everything lovely. Unlike her mother, who so accurately depicts Fancy Nancy’s very plain mom (and feels totally comfortable being totally plain, btw), Kirsten has an eye for beauty (aka fancy things…after a week of kindergarten a few years ago, I asked her what she liked about her teacher…“Her red shoes and her sparkly bracelet”). 

Luckily, Kirsten inherited her Great Aunt Karen’s love for designing fancy cards and creating lovely art.
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She is inspired by her Grandma’s determination and ability to sew every fancy detail of any costume she chooses.
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When Nana is around, Kirsten is glued to her side…mostly in the bathroom because Nana has a '’huge’ bag of fancy make-up and ‘tons’ of fancy hair-grooming supplies…even on trips.
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As I raise my oldest daughter, boy am I grateful for all of the fancy women in her life!


It was a lovely occasion mostly because Kirsten is such a lovely girl.
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Kirsten is a princess…literally. She is God’s daughter before she was ours. It is a pleasure to be her earthly mother…to watch her grow and mature as part of our family. And it is an honor to help prepare her to eventually return to meet her Heavenly King again some day.

Friday, June 8, 2012

School's Out

Wednesday was Kenny's last day of elementary school...and the last day my three oldest will attend the same school...until all three are in high school together (Kenny a senior, Diggy a junior, and Kirsti a freshman).


This has caused me to reflect on the best kept secret in America: Our incredible mix between Home School and Public School.

Usually these two educational methods alongside positive words do not co-exist in the same sentence. Many of our homeschooling friends cringe when thinking of mixing their kids up in their local public school. Many public school friends stare with confusion when I talk about how much we LOVE home school.

We love home school because it gives us the freedom of time, structure, and content to best fit individual and family needs. My kids can progress at their own rate in many subjects like math, grammar, reading, writing, spelling, typing, etc. (usually faster than long-school-day peers, but in some subjects, slower...each child is different). We find these core subjects take less time to learn when they are tackled on a one-on-one basis, which allows my kids LOTS more discretionary time than the ordinary student. It's fascinating to see what they choose to create, play, and do to develop other talents when they have time, space, and resources (ie. freedom of thought) at their fingertips. Observing the passion and outcome of this "dream time" is my favorite part of home schooling.
The living room often gets transformed into a zoo or another planet.

The girls are in the back yard pretending to be homeless...because "in real life we're really not" (see how great of a teacher I am?). Feeding themselves lunch that day was part of the game. I think it was inspired by The Boxcar Children...or maybe the library book we read about a group of Dutch children who survived the Holocaust.

We love to explore science and history together. I'll have to share more details sometime...But it's very common for Diggy (my hands-on learner) to walk away from the history table and immediately act out the latest topic...Above, he's reenacting D-Day at the park where Kenny had soccer practice. 
He said the Allied Forces won...phew.  


It takes a lot of brain power (mostly prefrontal cortex brain power--yeah!) to keep a "game" going as long as they do sometimes (hours or days)...that'll come in handy in the future.


My school-age children largely manage their own schedule, which keeps them motivated and self-disciplined. And I love that their "homework" is accomplished during the day leaving evenings to family time, dinner, and the enormous number of activities they'd all like to be involved in.

But what about catching the vision of being part of a larger community and experiencing life beyond our living room? Most home school families tap into co-op groups, extracurricular activities, etc. These options work well.

However, because we have an awesome public school within walking distance, we decided to try something taboo and risk developing a relationship with them...and for the last 4 years, it's been a HUGE success!!

I will forever credit and be grateful for their warm, visionary leader, Ms. Csensich, who was willing to navigate uncharted territory with us. (Speaking of stepping into the unknown...she's taking a principal      position in Peru next year...to spread her influence to another part of the world. We will miss her TONS!! We need to get a picture before she leaves our hemisphere.)

It has also worked because of some of the best teachers in the country.

This is the music teacher who will go down in my children's personal history books as one of the most inspiring people from their childhoods. We can't imagine life without Mrs. Opitz.
And too bad I accidentally erased the Mr. Hengels pic. Do we not all remember our elementary school PE teachers? Mr. Hengels' legacy will be no exception. He's athletic (obviously), cool, and very admired.

The public school in our community embraces diversity...including diverse ways of educating children.

Instead of feeling defensive regarding our educational style, the entire leadership community at our public school shows open-minded support in our direction. They are willing to customize education for all children, which allows the innocent, young, developing minds in our home (and in all the other homes in the district) to feel like they truly belong to something worth belonging to.

My kids love participating in band and orchestra and a variety of clubs. But our public school doesn't stop there. Each year, our kids are assigned to a class, and when that class attends music, PE, and Chinese or has a party or field trip, etc., my kids walk, run, or ride over to the school to join them. We attend many of the awesome PTA events, too.

And the best part...The front office assistant greets them warmly and asks them about their day. The principal knows them by name (like she does all the the other 450+ kids). Their homeroom teachers smile and welcome them whenever they are there and invite them to all sorts of random class events. And naturally...the students (their peers) follow this excellent example and give a cheer or a high-five when our kids join the line-up.

As a result, my kids feel included. They feel welcome. They belong. That's a good feeling that lasts a lifetime. And they walk away with all kinds of memories at the end of the year:

 Halloween Parades around the neighborhood (Kenny is Luke Skywalker)

A musical production with their classmates every year 

Plus: roller skating parties, Fun Fairs, Book Fairs, Open Houses, Valentine's Day parties, Field Days, field trips, picture days, ice cream socials, fundraisers, service projects, assemblies, yearbooks (and the all-important signing of the yearbooks), and gathering around the flagpole with the whole school on the last day...essentially they walk away with lots of friends and a vision of what it feels like to be part of a  community.

So, because of our mix, I guess Kenny, Diggy, and Kirsti will still get to attend school together next year...and the next...and the next...

They'll continue to build a tremendous sibling bond...because they'll spend so much time learning together here at home. And when one of them returns from dashing over to the school for an hour or two, they'll chatter...together...around the lunch table about the funny things Mr. Hengels said in gym class or about which Birthday Book they picked or about what so-in-so did to get attention.

Yes. Our educational experience is an exciting novelty. I wonder if it will catch on.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Old News: Diggy's Baptism

Kirsti turns 8 in one month. We're excited for her baptism on July 7. Along with many local relatives, Nana and Papa and Cousin Katy (age5) are coming all the way from AZ to share in the occasion with us. We're all thrilled. (If anyone else wants to come...you're welcome, too. We'll even feed you treats afterwards.)

Kenny was baptized when he turned 8 over 3 years ago. It was a wonderful day.

And for the record...Douglas H. Smith, one of the most genuine, thoughtful souls I know, also chose to follow in Jesus' footsteps. He was baptized by his father just after his 8th birthday...nearly two years ago...and I never wrote about it. And while I'll never aspire to even all scores throughout my children's lives (I think we would all go crazy!), I will take the time to even this one.

It's a treat to reflect on such a great day...and highlight such a great kid, especially during his birthday month.

Diggy is dedicated. In conjunction with his baptism, Diggy decided to read The Book of Mormon...by himself. That was a big goal for a young boy who struggled through reading during his early elementary years (creativity and climbing are his favorite subjects...see below). But for the past two years, he's read every day. He's almost done. He sets his alarm to wake up at 5:45 for early morning scripture study alongside Kenny and Brent. (I know that sounds too good to be true...but it IS true...so I'm going to brag about it...I have 2 pre-teen boys who choose to wake up super early and start their day in the scriptures!! And the boys started this habit on their own long before we recognized it as a great bonding opportunity with them...so Brent was elected to join them...every day...at 5:45 a.m. (Have I ever bragged about what a great husband I have?! I probably should sometime. ;))

Picture taken at Diggy's baptism. It's hard to believe we didn't have MaryAnn. 
We didn't even know back then how much loveliness she'd bring down from Heaven with her.


To highlight Diggy's genuine thoughtfulness (of which I truly admire)...

About the same time Diggy thought about being baptized, he also thought seriously about becoming vegetarian...to do his part in respecting and preserving life. He used to love hamburgers and chicken...but hasn't had meat in two years.

When an ant or spider finds its way into our domain, the girls scream and Diggy comes running to rescue everyone. He scoops the innocent perpetrator into a paper cup and gently releases it into the wild. (Sometimes I feel guilty for squishing the ones I find.)

One time, I told Diggy to run out front and scare the squirrel away from digging in our garbage (we don't have the big green cans in our neck of the woods). A few minutes later, he came inside with a grin on his face. He said he'd approached the squirrel carefully. When he was close enough, he gently said, "Squirrel, can you please stop eating our garbage?" The squirrel cocked its head towards Diggy, gazed into his eyes for a moment, and then calmly scampered off (without even the slightest rise in its stress hormone level).

Turning 8 marked the beginning of Cub Scouts, too. Diggy loves Cub Scouts...except for fishing. Imagine his horror when asked to bait a live worm onto a hook. He's obedient. So he did it. But he promptly came home, sat in the rocking chair to think for a long time, dug for his wallet, and scheduled a time with Dad to buy some fake worms with his own money. (Sometimes I call him Mr. Preparedness...because he's always planning ahead, preparing to handle sticky situations with confident finesse.) The Cub Scouts have fished several times since. Diggy brings his fake worms. He's never caught a fish. And he's very glad about that.

One time while fishing, a minnow floated on its side at the top of the water. It looked sick...or even dead. And then suddenly it flipped over and swam away. Brent jokingly concluded that Diggy must have prayed for it. "I did," Diggy smiled.

Diggy is a peacemaker. He's full of faith. He likes to run. Nothing he creates is "in-the-box". He climbs everywhere. He has an awesome collection of toy animals. He takes excellent care of his hand-made giraffe, Gerry. He plans his birthday schedule and recommended presents months in advance (coming soon...can't' wait!). He thinks of everything...and everyone. And he's a Mormon. ;)


hand-made Gerry and his hand-made Christmas tree...Dec. 2010

Diggy at age 8...taken Summer 2010

It is an honor to be your mother, Diggy.
Time sure flies. 


Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Behind the Scenes


In the last few weeks, I’ve been working behind the scenes on this blog…exhaling some brain facts and parenting tidbits...via the new top tabs.
Maybe it will make the world a better place. But if it doesn’t, my brain is at peace nonetheless…for now.
And speaking of working behind the scenes, I might get to work backstage this summer for this musical…
because my Kirst is:  Marta von Trapp!
Marta is the second youngest von Trapp…and she inspired Kirsten to ask for a pink parasol last July because Kirsten happened to turn “7 on Tuesday”, too. I’m quite excited about this great childhood memory for Kirsten. She’ll get to work with many of the same folks who did Wizard of Oz a few months back. And we pretty much have enough stand-in cast members to sing and dance lots of DoReMi right alongside her at home this summer. Should be fun.
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Friday, April 6, 2012

Amazing Baby Brains

Babies are Amazing. And so are their brains. ; )

They start like this:
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This is MaryAnn (**it’s NOT a new one**) at 20 weeks in utero.

I’ve only been studying brains (for fun) for a few years now, so even though I’ve marveled and oooohed and aaaahed at 5 other 20-week sonogram pics, my heart skipped a beat when I saw MaryAnn’s…because I’d learned that brains basically develop from back to front and from the inside out…and it felt incredible to see a live snapshot of this happening right inside my belly. (See all that black, empty space at the front of her head? Her prefrontal cortex neurons had yet to be developed even while her brain stem cells in the back were already humming along. And understanding that the prefrontal cortex region is the last and takes the longest to develop (well into our 20s/30s) is fundamental to why Brent and I raise our children the way we do (we made BIG changes awhile back and we’re all happier now)…it’s a beautiful phenomenon that I’ll try to explain in more detail as time goes on.)  

When the kids called the day after MaryAnn Emma arrived to see if I was ready to bundle her up and take her home, they said, “How’s MAES?”

“Who?”, I asked…and then they excitedly explained their clever nickname  (“It’s her 4 initials”) for our cute little angel. Now they’re thrilled when she turns her head at their high-pitched sounds of, “Hi MAES!” 

I think MaryAnn is a-MAES-ing.

Right after she was born when she just sat and stared off into space or jerked her little limbs around uncontrollably, the kids kept saying, “When is MAES going to look at us?!?” and “Why does MAES keep hitting herself?”

I grinned…and dug out my brain books. And we discussed MaryAnn’s billions of neurons while hunched over our frosted shredded wheat in the morning and how we’ll see her neurons wiring together a little more each day starting at the back of her brain (vision) moving forward (sides = hearing and language connections; top of head = touch and limb movement, front = personality and intelligence, etc.).
(Click HERE for some brain basics from a neuroscientist I like.)

“It’s a slow process,” I tell them. “We get to learn patience, practice lots-o-personal- sacrifice and experience the magic of human development (including our own) while MaryAnn depends on us to take care of her and help her grow.” 

**Smile and sigh** and on to grammar.

So, now that they know all about neurons and synapses, it’s like a 4th of July party at our house every time someone spots a new neurological connection taking place in our amazing MAES. (especially the time when her eye-hand myelination surprised us and MaryAnn deposited Kenny’s cereal bowl on his lap without her usual slow motion warnings…my baby’s growing up! *tear*)

A few favorite connection-detections:
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Toe-sucking
(this takes lots of neurological skill, especially when excitement kicks in and sends all 4 limbs flailing again…so charming)
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Consistently grabbing Diggy’s ear when he holds her…she saves this grip just for him
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Bubbling with delight during piggy-back rides
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Paying closer attention to her “violin lessons”
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Putting weight on those cute, chubby legs

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Enjoying the cool, fresh air and noticing the movement of the park swing
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Clapping…right and left brain coordination…BRAVO
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Playing Star Wars
and her favorite…playing the piano. This one is for the grandparents (and Mrs. Opitz).
I must say, having a baby is much like having a puppy. MaryAnn gives unconditional love and does not yet know how to add to the congenial teasing and arguing of her older, more advanced siblings. Plus, with her eyes watching, 3-yr olds put away laundry piles, 4-yr-olds eat another bite, 7-yr olds practice violin, and big brothers melt into baby voices and smother her with kisses.
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My heart sings as I notice new connections, too: 2 months ago, I heard “ga” for the first time. Before, her brain had only connected a barking seal noise. And today, MaryAnn is 9 months old and her language neurons have her babbling away constantly (and protesting with a really loud scream when she loses her favorites toys, with the loudest screech coming after I reclaim my cell phone from her little hands…hmm).

Her window of opportunity for learning that objects have names is opening wider every day. I’m inspired by her intense focus as I share spoken language with her. She acknowledges her understanding of words like “book” and “drink” and “backpack” (because she sits in it nearly every day while I fix dinner) and her mirror neurons are preparing her to speak the English pronunciations for those objects…so very soon. 

But my favorite connection is that she knows ME now.

After nine months of growing in my womb and nine more cuddled in my arms, if she saw you and I standing next to each other, she would stare nervously at you (no offense) and reach for me. She has enough working memory to know that my face, my embrace, my scent, my whisper, my love is what fills her up with good feelings inside and reassures her as she starts exploring this wide world.

When she’s perched on my hip, her body is free from worry (life with 5 older sibs is a bit unpredictable or maybe predictably chaotic?) and her spirit is free to learn…so she spends LOTS of time there during this pivotal period (my right bicep rocks). When she’s playing on the floor, she loves to study her toys, but then looks for my eyes so we can share a smile together…every few seconds. As soon as my presence is absent, she notices (and screams nice and loud)…music to my ears (except when I’m grumpy).

“Smart Baby,” I say. I return as quickly as I can.

Now, she will forever look to me as her mother.

Knowing how eternally important this mother-child connection is, her longing for me, her squeeze around my neck, and her slobber on my shoulder fill me up, too.

It’s all simply a-MAES-ing. 
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Sunday, April 1, 2012

Roughing It


We visited Southern Illinois to go camping and rock climbing over spring break.
And. camping. is. rough.
We had to gather all of this:
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cram it into the 8-passenger Sienna,           find a nice, hard, flat spot to throw it on,
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sleep in it,                                                  roll it back up,
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unload it (while plugging our noses…sorry no picture),
wash it…and put it away. *big sigh*
ps. the weather was perfectly springy (75-ish, yeah!!)…but it was not a break (and in fact much harder than staying home) and my thoughtful, patient husband didn’t even say a word regarding our dramatically different packing styles (to my credit…we didn’t starve or run out of socks and undies, but to Brent’s credit…90% of the food I packed enjoyed the car ride both ways).
We endured/participated in many episodes of grouchitis and comforted lots of cases of the heebie-geebies.
But then I was thinking…without all that rough ‘n tough blood, sweat, and tears (and lots of pairs of stinky socks), 20 years from now we would never be able to gather around a cozy backyard fire, roast marshmallows, and say:
Remember the time when…
8 of us squeezed into our tent on a beautiful, clear night with the stars shining bright and the sounds of nature captivating us…including that hard-working woodpecker at 6 am
or when we passionately chased butterflies with Allison’s new pink butterfly net and only caught these two cute creatures:
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or how we celebrated Allison’s 5th birthday at Giant City and when she bravely challenged the latrines on her own she happened to spy the only lizard in Illinois peeking its head underneath the latrine door…and as she staged an escape, it squirmed its little body all the way in, oblivious to the forever impression it made on an innocent little girl (Allison’s mostly over it, but Cienna keeps nervously rehashing her eye-witness details of the aftermath)
and that we discovered that people in our own state say, “Y’all” (meaning ‘all of us’—I think) and “Y’alls” (if referring to something we all jointly possess??…help me out on this one Texan friends…)
And when we watch the slideshows of old pics in 20 years (or next week), we’ll remember what it felt like to do this:
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and see this: (a “wild” turtle)                 (all the black dots are thousands of tad poles)
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and brush our teeth here:
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And if we ever return…we’d probably want to re-live the part about how we climbed the water tower and watched the sun set behind the trees…
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