can. not. wait. to see what she becomes.
We love living in the city, though I used to bemoan my children missing out on romping about in the woods like we used to as kids. I remember this one house on our street (feels funny to say street and not block), where a huge wooded area backed up to their back yard. Her (AJ was her name) dad had hung a rope swing about 40 feet up in a tree back there. I remember the day the rope broke and AJ was on it. I think that was the only time I ever saw her cry. She was tough. They also had a huge pit back there where people from all over the neighborhood would dump their leaves. There happened to be a tree that arched over the pit - perfect as a high dive of sorts. I remember the day my step sister jumped of the tree into the leaves and held her nose. I think I laughed until my stomach hurt.
Anyway, once I quit moaning and started looking around, I realized there are plenty of romp-able places in the city. You just have to be creative. Canyons are the best.
Family photo compliments of August. I suggested Mike grow a mustache for Christmas. He obliged. I always say 2 things about mustaches: 90% of firemen have them and most guys (except firemen) who have them look shifty. While he had it, I didn't think Mike looked very shifty. Looking back in pictures, he definitely does.
It was about a year ago that she finally decided she enjoyed reading. These days we have to ban reading material from the kitchen table, coax her away from her book and bed in the mornings, and not forget to double check before we go to bed that we have remembered to tell her to turn out her light, put the book away and go to sleep. The American Girl series have definitely helped nurture this love. Very regularly she pipes up with a comment like, "Oh, I know about that. That was during the Great Dispersion." What she actually means is Depression, but we understand. - hazard of being a pastor's kid and learning about the history of the Jews as well as the history of America.
For Christmas she got a trip to L.A. to the AG store and money to buy her own doll. This is us sleeping 6 people in a 2 person room at the Biltmore. Thankfully no one asked any questions as we filed in with a pack n play and blow up mattress. Felt a little bit like the Clampetts.
Okay, this is (one of) the last (couple of) catch up post(s). I was just looking at some of our most recent pictures and there are so many fun ones...I think I am learning to take pictures a little better. This post is not representative of that, however. These are just snap shots, if you will. Of Joe actually accompanying us at our church Christmas party. (Never mind the stupid look on my face.)
I really enjoy making gifts for my family. People have advised to keep things simpler. People like my husband who made me promise to never again knit scarves for all the girls in the family right before Christmas...apparently I was a little distracted. But this is tricky. Making and giving gifts is how I express care. I am not good at doing it with words. It is how I am able to spend time thinking about (and when I am able to work undistracted, actually praying for) the people that I love. Our days (and nights) are so full right now, lots of time can slip by and I do not even stop and really think about, much less actually call the people I am closest to. Making things for people gives me the opportunity to show intentional thought about who they are and what they might like. Granted, not all these endeavors have been home runs. I am pretty sure some things may be on display (or not) only because I am someone's daughter or grand daughter. Nevertheless, I hope they know that making things is my way of purposefully slowing the rest of my life to intentionally focus on someone else.
So, this year, because I did not want to give up on making some gifts, but knew I could not make for everyone, I out sourced the kids gift to their extremely talented father! Thanks to Pinterest, I was able to present him with a couple of pictures and, just like the Halloween costumes, he made it happen.
The first was a doll house for the girls.
A plan drawn from a picture.
A busy board.