Sunday, December 22, 2013

A Letter From Our Kids

Dear Mom,

First of all, we wanted to let you know what a great Mom you are. We can tell that you are really trying hard and we have learned a lot of important things from you. Sometimes, however, it seems that the image you project of us to others isn’t totally reflective of reality (at least not how we see it). While we are usually really good kids (and you tell us as much), reading your blog sometimes seems like it is meant to be the strongest form of birth control available. We, as your offspring, are concerned that there is a disconnect here. Since we have experienced so much happiness within the context of our family, we just want to make sure that this joy is not diminished by colorful accounts of our more embarrassing moments.

So as not to offend, we are writing this letter to you in a way that accentuates some of the most positive aspects of your parenting. At the same time, however, we make an attempt to demonstrate how these same aspects can sometimes lead to natural conflicts-of-interest between our development and your desire for an orderly home. Almost consistently, however, you have put our needs above your own, and have not allowed yourself to slack on the parenting in favor of a temporary and imaginary picture of the perfect family.

First of all, we wanted to thank you for having all of us so close together. We don’t know of very many families who have had 4 kids in 5 years (with one on the way as well), and we understand that things can get a little bit out of hand sometimes. We are sure that you understood this as you planned your family, but you chose to have us anyway. Well, we just wanted to let you know that it is working. We are all extremely close friends with each other, and we are establishing strong family ties now that will last for the rest of our lives. We love to play with each other, but I know that sometimes we get caught up in a “groupthink” mentality, and we apologize for the times when it leads to bad outcomes. Please cut us a little slack- we’re kids. We say this not by way of excuse, but as a reality check for you. Seriously, go and find a parent with a young child and ask her if it ever gets frustrating. Now, multiply that frustration by four. Stuff happens- and with more of us around, plus the ability we have to play off of each other, a lot more stuff is going to happen than you might see in a family with fewer and more spread apart children. I hope that you can see, Mom, that this is understandable (although not excusable), and that the strong relationships that we have with each other are more important than a few frustrating days every now and then.

Next, we wanted to thank you for instilling within us a sense of creativity. We seriously feel sorry for some of our peers who do not know how to play because they have fallen victim to the “screen trap.” So many of them are incapable of thinking of fun things to do without a tv, computer, or video game to guide them. Consequentially, they are being influenced by their world way more often than they are having and influence on it. We, on the other hand, are already learning valuable lessons about how we can bring about change in our surroundings in order to make them more desirable for us. Sometimes, however, what is desirable to a 3 year-old is not the same thing that is desirable to a 30 year old. But only sometimes. We understand that you are bigger and stronger and smarter than we are, and it would be easy for you to force things to be your way all the time. But you don’t. And as your children, we see this as one of the best things about you. By letting us do things sometimes without interference, we are gaining confidence in ourselves that will carry through into adulthood. This, to us, is worth getting in trouble every once in a while for accidently taking things too far.

Another thing that we see you doing is teaching us how to engage our critical thinking skills, even at this young age. You have raised us all to have extremely inquisitive minds, and to question nearly everything. Further, you have taught us that we can discover answers to these questions for ourselves, and that sometimes this process involves experimentation/exploration of the unknown. We know many, many parents who are scared to allow their children to engage in this sort of behavior. Unfortunately, we have seen their siblings grow up to a state of paralysis when it comes to intelligent decision making, leading them to look constantly for external sources to dictate to them how to live their lives. And we can understand how such a life, while it may be easier and even safer, cannot be lived as fully as one in which the individual takes control for themselves. So thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. We know that by giving us these important skills and attitudes, you are relinquishing an enormous amount of control. But as we learn how to use these tools of inquiry, we know that we will be better equipped to make proper judgments about our world when nobody else is there to guide us.

With this, we also feel the need to issue an apology. Since we are just learning, we sometimes investigate our surroundings in a way that may seem destructive to those who already know the answers to our questions (one example we can think of is when we were putting rocks in the air conditioner). We understand this, and we understand that you could make your own life a lot easier by simply quashing our natural tendencies to investigate our surroundings. But you don’t. Instead you let us discover, and explore, and experiment, even if it means that things get broken sometimes. But don’t worry- we are starting to understand that the natural consequence of breaking things is that we have to buy new things, and that this can be extremely expensive (in terms of toys). Consequentially, we have begun to be a lot more cognizant of our experimental methods- A quick glance into the playroom reveals that our R&D budget is starting to look pretty skimpy.  

Finally, we want to thank you for allowing us to experience natural consequences. Rarely do we show you this sort of gratitude in the moment, but just know that we understand that it is not always easy for you to do. When we refuse to bring a coat to the park, for example, even when you tell us we should, you have shown love to us by allowing us to go cold. Consequentially, we have seen you endure not only whining from our own self-imposed misery, but judgmental looks from other adults as well. But we understand that you will never allow anything really bad to happen to us, and that by teaching us these important lessons we now have intrinsic reasons to do things rather than simply following rules that don’t make any sense to us. Because of your teaching, we have also begun to learn how to project our actions into the future, making educated guesses about what the probable outcome would be before any action is even taken. This, we feel, is an important life skill to learn, and is worth a few bumps or scrapes every now and again. So, thank you.

In closing, we want to let you know how good you are doing as a mom. The very fact that you are trying so hard stands out to us as an example of what a good mom is. That does not go unnoticed.

With Love,

-Evelyn, Adalie, Jackson, and Maren (Your little loinfruits)  J

Sunday, December 15, 2013

For today’s blog post I want to do a review of our vacuum cleaner. I know this sounds dull, but any family with young kids knows that the vacuum cleaner is an important- no, an essential- appliance to have around the home. And besides, telling about our vacuum cleaner is the silver lining to a certain ‘incident’ that happened this week.

We chose our vacuum based on Amazon reviews and the reasonable sticker price. We bought it hoping that it lived up to all that was said about it, because we have a carpeted dining room and 4 messy kids. After having it a couple of years, I can confidently say that it has proven itself time and time again. Whether it is lettuce, soggy mini-wheats, spilled flour, or rubbed-in pieces of play-dough, our vacuum has done a supreme job of keeping our dining room (mostly) presentable.

But that was all just warm-up. That was the easy stuff. Yesterday, our little Hoover survived the real test. The test of the “food-storage massacre.”

I should start this story by clearing Evelyn’s good name. She was at her friend’s birthday during all of the events that I am about to describe. Rachel was gone as well- Christmas shopping until it was time to get Ev. That left me at home alone with Adalie, Jackson, and Maren.

It was supposed to be quiet time, but they were all playing downstairs very nicely with each other, and I thought that separating them would entail more work on my part than just letting them play. Besides, I was busy playing the guitar, and trying to enforce quiet time would surely take me away from my music. And so I decided to let them stay downstairs in the playroom. This is also a good place to mention that the playroom closet is also the place where we keep our food storage. We keep the closet door locked, and it has never been a problem…until now.

Well, as they say- time flies when you’re having fun. And those who know me will understand that playing my guitar is one of my favorite pastimes. And so I played for a full hour-and-a-half without ever looking up. It was only when I took a break to get a drink of water that I looked at the clock and realized that I had not heard anything from our children this entire time. I smiled and thought about what good kids they were. Being the awesome dad that I am, I decided that it would be cool if I went down and invited them to watch a Christmas movie with me. That would be good ‘kid time.’

Now usually after this much time, I will go downstairs expecting to see a mess. Our kids are creative and imaginative, and they will frequently make forts, roads, stores, etc. out of our basement. I don’t mind this, and I normally encourage this sort of play. For this reason, was surprised when I got down the stairs to see everything in its perfectly clean and untouched condition. It was almost as if the kids weren't even here. I could hear happy voices coming from the play room though, although the door was shut. This was a bit unusual.

I opened the door.
… … … …
There are very few times when I don’t have anything to say. This was one of them. I just looked around in shocked silence. And then I looked at each of our kids. And then they looked at me. And without any more provocation that this, they started crying and slowly made their way to their rooms to put themselves in time out.

I let them go (although I did make a mental note to spend some time pondering the deeper psychological implications of their response to my sudden arrival and subsequent silence). I then assessed the damage.

It was complete- in a completely bad, catastrophic sort of way.

Someone (probably Jack, since he is smarter when it comes to mischief making) had figured out how to stack toys up to the point where they could jimmy the lock on the storage room closet. It then appeared that they had systematically gone through each individual item and, if they could, opened it and poured it on the floor. Thankfully, the canned goods were impervious to little hands. Everything else perished. And I mean EVERYTHING.

Flour, sugar, mashed potatoes, rice, beans, oatmeal, gravy, taco seasoning, spices, noodles, etc. - all were spread across the floor in a chaotic (and almost artistic) rendering of- well, of nothing. Of a mess. That’s all. Just one, big, ugly, expensive mess.

And this brings me to our vacuum. This was a job that only the toughest machine could handle. And it did so with an aptitude and skill that can only be matched by the aptitude of my children for creating the need for such a machine. It was almost as if the vacuum developed a personality- a determination not to be beat. It did not discriminate- everything from flour to large plastic dominos was easily swallowed up into its patented wind tunnel of a body. I was especially thankful for the ease of emptying the canister, as it was completely filled a full four-and-a-half times before the carpet was clean. I also have to praise the suction strength and ease of use regarding the detachable hose, since it was needed to reach into all the nooks and crannys of the room. Finally, I must recognize the machine for its efficiency. In less than five minutes I had completely undone the mess that had taken several focused and devoted child-hours to create. Yes, our vacuum is good at what it does.

And now I guess we better just hope that we don’t need food storage any time soon, because it is going to take a long, long time before our kids are able to replace everything that was lost.
But I guess that is what I get for not putting them in quiet time.

PS: To those who wonder- our kids went to bed that night after spending a good two hours cleaning without any help. Also, the “toy fairy” visited our home- a malevolent winged creature who steals toys from irresponsible children to give them to kids who will appreciate them more.

PPS: Also, for those who wonder- we have a Hoover WindTunnel T-Series Rewind Upright Vacuum, which can be purchased from Amazon for 99.00 and free shipping.


Us and our wonderful kids in our Sunday best before church

Sunday, December 8, 2013

This morning I awoke quietly and lay in my bed.  The first thing to greet me was the strong fresh smell of pine. My door was closed, but the smell was able to penetrate in to wake me up.  What a wonderful way to begin the day!  I look forward to that smell every time I enter the house, hang out in the living room, or wake up in the morning.

Yesterday we drove to a local farm, located our perfect tree, cut it down, and went to a warm building to enjoy hot chocolate while other people shook out our tree and wrapped it for us.  What a great way to go!  We had the fun of picking a still growing tree, but we didn't have to do all of the work. Also, it was only slightly longer than the perfect amount of time to have our kids out in the 7 degree weather (windchill of -11). Brilliant.

Lets go back 12 months or so to last Christmastime.  Our tree, really just a branch, stretched the limits of our Christmas tree base... Because the trunk of our little branch was so little.  This year our lovely tree finally made it in to our base after a little bit of scraping and prodding to get the large trunk to fit (sort of).  Soon after, however, we heard a whooshing sound and looked in time to see our graceful 10 foot tree do a swan dive onto our carpet.  Our little base was twisted and bent beyond recognition.  Needless to say, we have a much better tree this year. After purchasing a new base and setting up our lovely tree I am still finding out new reasons why I love our home!  The tree space in our living room was created for tall, wide, and lovely Christmas trees.

Last year I had to physically take the needles off of the tree and break them to get my Christmas tree smell fix.  This year I can smell Christmas nearly everywhere in our home.  I am one happy girl!

Yesterday we decorated the tree as a family while listening to Christmas carols.  Everything is perfect except for the fact that I have no idea how we are going to untangle the lights that we put up there.  I managed to buy lights that separate into three strands... We wound those around the existing lights and we are just hoping that we will untangle them when the time comes.  For now, we will just enjoy the beautiful tree, glorious smell, and magic of Christmas time.

I need to mention that no matter what we do Christmas related, all of the three older kids (especially Evelyn) are quick to point out that Jesus is the main reason for the Christmas season.  I love this.  I can not tell you how many times I was called out by one child or another who was announcing that Jesus had been born and I needed to come and see Him.  My favorite time happened yesterday after we had finished decorating the tree. Evelyn came to my room sporting 2 large branches behind her back that we had trimmed off of the tree. She informed me that she was an angel and that I was a shepherd. She told me to 'fear not' for Jesus was born in a manger, and that I must follow the star to come see Him. I am grateful for my kids who help me always to stay in the real spirit of Christmas.

On Monday, Widget (our Christmas elf),made his appearance.  He brought with him a tray full of brownies and a thank you message written in Cheerios (for the pictures the kids drew for him). I had heard from Santa that Widget has been a little bit of a troublemaker this year.  He has been pretty mischievous so far!  The kids love it.

I am loving the holidays so far. I feel blessed in so many ways this season.

I will post a Thanksgiving post soon!  We had an excellent trip to Utah to visit my family.
Hooray for Christmas time and hooray for best friends
Widget, our mischievous elf, took selfies with each of the kids the other night



Here are the kids while we had hot chocolate while waiting for our tree.  It was a brilliant idea to offer free hot chocolate along side high priced caramel popcorn and cinnamon rolls.  :)