December 16, 2012

Helen

 

Pfefferkuchen in the house!  Joy!

Those are the Mommy and daughter stars by Ella.

And how poignant, given the stories we shared about the much loved woman who used to make them for me, 

and the kind sister who passed on the recipe.

Shannon

Touch is important for all human beings, all ages and stages need physical touch.  It took me a while to understand for some brothers that it looks like the sort of wrestling that's hard to declare as play or hurt.  This, these faces are brothers connecting through touch.  And that is a gift of unpriced value.

Tabitha

This morning, while having our morning snuggles, we noticed it was time for an advent calendar chocolate.  He got his calendar and after some talk about which number we were on, and a little blowing of the chocolate horn which was under number 16, he enjoyed his chocolate treat.  I realized this is the first year he's been able to eat just one beautiful chocolate a day.  Each year previous to this, he ate all 24 days worth in one or maybe two sittings.  This year, entirely of his own accord, "you're supposed to eat only one a day until Christmas".  Not that he remembers every day.  In a house where treats are enjoyed and not restricted, he often forgets for a few days that there is even a chocolate waiting for him...

 

Kelly

 

"Look, I can pose for a picture without taking my eyes off my screen! "
Yup, 8 hours straight of Minecraft  today, so far. This Minecraft girl has been playing for two years now.
We have  attended Minecon, made new friends, baked a creeper cake, hosted a Minecraft party, memorized song parodies, played parkour, capture the flag, Hunger Games, mob arenas and adventure maps galore.
We have installed mods, troubleshooted, youtubed, skyped and googled. We have built, measured, added, texted and spelled. We have survived, died, respawned and teleported. We have gained stuff and lost stuff. We have collaborated and researched and recreated. And we will keep on going as long as this Minecraft girl keeps on playing.

Helen

I've said it often this week:

It's hard not to feel loved when I have family and friends that celebrate the day of my birth.

I am so blessed!  Thank you.

(i think almost everything happens around that table)

Shannon

The boy in this photo is stretching his edges bigger then ever right now. He is pushing, trying and exploding in to a whole new world. It's hard as his parents to keep up sometimes. But it's these moments, the arm around the shoulder moments, when we are all reminded just how much we are right here for each other. Especially when the road is bumpy and not quite how we thought it was gonna be. It's the knowing we have each other that makes it possible to go back out there again.

Tabitha  

This cousin is very loved.  I had to choose this week between a picture of my older son helping his cousin play with the computer, or this picture of more love being passed along (for the record, the other one turned out to be out of focus, so this one it is!).  Baelin is taking such joy in learning about this little guy.  Tonight while they played at a family gathering Baelin had his 18 month old cousin giggling at a joke that he did just for him (and again and again, but of course it just got funnier each time).  It was so sweet to see this youngest child learning something he has been struggling with: that these littler-than-us people play just a little different.  Maybe we can't colour together this year, but we sure can pretend that this heating vent is super hot and makes us go "Wowsa!" and jump around (again and again...)

December 02, 2012

Tabitha






One of the true "hardships" of this lifestyle, of sharing with our children (beds, space, time) is these moments. Early morning moments when you wonder: how could we live any other way?





Kelly

 

I have been cleaning out closets and came across a silky Snow White nightgown in Cooper's room. I smiled, remembering and missing that time he wore it on a daily basis. I held it to my nose to breathe it in, trying to recapture the moment. Then I folded it neatly and put it back in his closet, preserving the memory for another day.

Helen

It's been a crazy week with one little thread of commonality -

The board games are back out, collecting us around the table

to pour over today's selection.

This evening we are rocking out to 80's music (thanks Craig:))

After hanging out with some really special people.

(We are clearly so blessed )

We're chatting, nibbling, gaming; each of us with our own unique flair:)

Shannon

“Tell me again how to make orange? Is it red and yellow? I don’t always remember.” And it’s true he doesn’t but that never ever stops him from asking.
I love that he trusts us to answers with kindness and understanding. Earlier in the week, things in his life got confusing and when we stepped in to help
he said “I am so glad I have you guys to help me figure this out.” These are the moments when I know with total certainty this is the path that best supports us all. 

Shannon

The first time he shared with me what he wanted to be when he grew up it was “I want to work in a toothpaste factory. I hope I can be the person who puts the caps on the toothpaste. And you will never have to buy toothpaste again cause I’ll bring it home for you.”
Since then there have been many more creative ideas. But on this day he sweetness of that first time rushed back to me when he said, “When I grow up I might not be a soccer player or a guy that event things. I might be dad’s pit crew.”

Tabitha

We just got a new computer, and for the first time the boys can play at the same time.  They have taken this opportunity to pass the Minecraft "virus" from one user to the other!!  Another example of the love being passed from the older to the younger... and then getting passed right back up :)

Helen

 (Photo by Ben)

A shout from the kitchen today, as Ben was cracking eggs for french toast: 

"Mom, come and look at the smiley face!" 

Yes, there was a smiley face right there in our measuring jug! 

There was joy at seeing two rainbows this week.

And trying to catch hail.

And there was laughing uproariously at Ella's new terminology of a "kitchen stink"

 The minutiae of everyday life that i just love, that's what i counted this week.

Keep it coming:)

Helen

 

A change in plans meant we threw an impromptu tea party. 

I'd bought a stash of English candy which we hauled out to enjoy with our scones.

Soon enough we were speaking with faux-English accents, drinking tea with our pinkies in the air, 

and practicing writing our names in Japanese.

And playing with the candy.

I sat next to my boy who was so inspired, he called himself a candy artist.

(He hasn't claimed that kind of creativity since he stopped playing with Lego.)

 He mentioned that he was very particular when it came to this activity.

And delivered this design at the behest of his littlest sister. 

"Love is all you need."

 

 

 

 

Tabitha

 

Growing and changing. Shedding baby teeth, and a couple tears...but it's all good.

Kelly

 

Here's my little boy dressed up as his version of a murderer. There might have been a time when I found this slightly appalling. After all, he is six. But this guy loves everything scary. His current passions include playing Left 4 Dead, a zombie shooting game and Penumbra, a terrifying horror video game. He enjoys researching and talking about horror movies. Doesn't know if he wants to watch them yet, but I trust he will know when he is ready and I will be there to watch with him, despite my feelings of discomfort. I am intrigued by this interest of his. And at the end of the day when he is snuggled up to me with his stuffed pug, asking me to sing him "Hush Little Baby", I know everything is just right in his world.

Kelly

 I opened the door to Frankie's room and found her sleeping under these watchful faces, all carefully placed. I was so touched and overwhelmed. There is an identical photo of me at the age of 9, lying in my bed surrounded by my stuffed dolls. We are more alike than I sometimes realize. Now my mind is swirling with childhood memories. I am trying to remember what it felt like to be 9. On the cusp of puberty, yet still a little girl. She played Playmobil this week, and Left 4 Dead 2. She played imaginary games and printed out lyrics to pop songs so she could sing along. She likes me to pour her milk and wash her hair, and gives me computer advice.  She won't wear pink anymore, but still likes to watch Dora once in a while. Our childhoods are different, hers and mine, yet looking at her sleeping like this, is like looking at myself.





Helen

It ain't pretty, this picture.

But on this sunshiney day, which happened to be the very day of my father's birth, 

Dan went to learn about handling a gun.
And shot a gun.
A number of times.
It's such a loaded topic, isn't it?

Journeying along this unschooling path

 allowed Dan to reach and touch one of his dreams.

 Shannon

Photo shooting costuming for the telling of stories. A reminder for me that not every story is told in words. And not every costume needs to be designed by superheroes.





 Tabitha

Making soup.  No mom, I don't need a recipe, I know how to make soup.  Some beans, peas, corn, water... magic soup to make you fly.  Don't need a recipe for that.

Tabitha

This train set belongs to Cameron, and was loved so much he often had trouble playing with it with others. For years it has sat in a closet mostly ignored by his younger brother who did not inherit his love of vehicles. Today, for whatever reason, younger brother brought it out. Cameron wore an unusual little grin when he saw his brother playing trains, and sat down and shared this joy with him in a way he had not been able to when he was younger.

Kelly

With the American election before us and women's rights being a hot topic, how fitting to Halloween it as two capable, intelligent, independent women. Meet Hermione and Rosie.

Helen

Two boys, two 'pods,

one brand new;

double the excitement.
(i can offer a re-enactment of the exuberance IRL, upon request only)

One new x-box game,

double the stretching to fit it into our lives.

(i can't offer a re-enactment of the exuberance IRL, apologies)

Shannon

One of these boys has a passion for hockey. It has driven him for ten months now. I don't even recognize the skills he has as skater. They have blossomed from wobbly legs to speeding hockey stops and controlled turns. Now he is sharing that passion with his brother. Showing him how to move with comfort on the ice. With in the blink of an eye I have been left behind as the slowest weakest skater.  Truthfully, though it's the vantage point that brings me the most smiles.