The Final Flight

We had the privilege this week of going to see Will’s last flight before they leave for Italy and their new station.  The end of the lounge was hopping with many adults and 16 kids!  Excitement was thick, and became even more pronounced when the water guns came out and we walked over to the runway to watch him land.

 
This makes me want to salute!

You can see him taking pictures in the window!
     
This just speaks volumes to me.  Rebecca is one of the most self-less wives I know.  She never complains, always supports, and just loves to speak well of her husband!  She has experienced many nights alone, many broken-up skype calls, and has been so incredibly strong through it all.  I know her secret lies in the amazing God we all love and serve.  Oh, and she always looks so cute!

Hannah did such a great job.  She kept skipping along the pavement singing, “My Daddy’s coming home today!”
 
He has no idea of the arsenal of water guns that is about to deluge him…

Don’t those kids look so cute and innocent? Welcome home!

   
Poor guy could barely take a breath!


Two generations of Air Force.
 
This kind gentleman watched Betty who was sleeping in the stroller from afar.
Nadine’s best friend since birth.  10 days apart in age.  Enjoying every second after 4 years apart.

We all went into the airplane as well which was so fun!

It’s going to hit hard when we realize that we really won’t be an hour’s drive away anymore.  I will probably tear up every time I’m in Northern Liberties.  We will miss you guys more than you know.  It has been such a treasure to live so near, have our last two babies so close together, run Broad Street three times together, and enjoy your love, laughter, and presence.  I never regret any drop of gas it took to visit you, because each memory is so special.  You always make everyone who enters your home so welcome and so special.  I will miss your roof and your table.  You are incredibly special to us.  Tell those girls that they can’t change too much.  We are proud of you.  We know you’re in the very capable and loving hands of our Father.  We salute you, Will.  We love you all so much.

School Days

A few weekends ago the kids and I went to the 300 year anniversary of a church in Valley Forge where they had all sorts of “back then” events.  They were a part of a “real” muster in the Continental Army!

   
These are their “scary” faces!

    There was free pumpkin spice icecream from the Franklin Fountain in Philadelphia… absolutely delicious!  Then we “met” David Jones, who was the pastor of the church at the time of the American Revolution.  He was one of the first chaplains in Washington’s army and helped in gathering supplies for the Valley Forge encampment.  Pretty cool!

Last, but not least, there was a real sword fight!  I love spending fun with my kids like this!

Blow Horn For Service

Yesterday we did one of those “I’ve always wanted to do this” kind of things.  There is a farm we’ve driven past hundreds of times.  Literally.  On our way to the library, on our way to the post office, on our way to this place or that.  It’s on our way to everything popular.  So we pulled in to buy some local “real cow milk” (that’s what my kids call it).   What a pleasant surprise to find an absolutely gorgeous farm, complete with free petting zoo, fun signs, a flower patch, a pumpkin patch, a corn maze, and just what we needed: milk, eggs, and fruit!  Loved the sign that met us where we pulled up to the barn to get the milk:

The kids had an absolute blast and declared that they want to live there, or at least go there every single day.

   

     

   

 

The duck-staring contest  between Jack and the duck cracked me up.  I named her Jemima.

   

  


Rarely do I get a picture of all five kids at once.  Their clothes don’t necessarily match, but I love how each outfit matches their personalities.  I do not dress my kids (except Betty).  Once in a while I will veto a certain combination, but generally speaking we go out in public in whatever they happened to pick that day.

I love spontaneous afternoons with my kids.  Can I get a honk?

Five in a Row

There has been the sound of dice rolling the past couple days.  Yesterday I played Yahtzee with Nadine & Elijah for almost two hours!  The sky was brilliant, the breeze was so relaxing, and we wiled away the hours in comfy chairs on the front porch.  I definitely don’t do this often enough.

 I got to thinking about my life and how it’s a little bit like Yahtzee.  Let me introduce you to my players.

We have the littlest girl, who is working on being 1, but is thankfully still only 8 months old.  She is such a cute little squeeze.  She smiles at every. single. person.  I love that she sees past every prejudice we ourselves create  towards people.  She doesn’t see the clothes, scars, dirt, or other things that so often make us look the other way in pride.  Her eyes find their eyes and she gives the most undiluted smile.  This week she has mastered signing: “More please,”

and “all done!”

  

Her other favorite thing to do with her hands is flap them as fast as she can.  Especially to make the cheerios bounce off her tray!  She’s our little one.

  

Next we sometimes roll a three.  This little munchkin has a ton of spunk and ever-growing independence.  She considers a purple striped shirt to match just perfectly with pink striped pants.  Shoes are measured by speed.  They are either fast, or they’re not.  For some reason she has been into wetting her pants every day.  When I talked to her about it, the reasoning seems to be that if she wets her pants, she will get to change outfits.  I gave her permission to change outfits, but NOT to wet her pants.  Then I caught her singing, in her sweet Elsie way, “I will obey Mommy and I will obey Mommy, and I won’t wet my pants!”

Lately when we roll a five, it is very exciting!  Jack is into small glass jars in which he collects rocks, bugs, water, or anything else that catches his eye.  Yesterday he figured out that if he stirred water with a marker, the water would turn color, so we had many colored jars lined up on the front porch.  He has also been very sweet with extra hugs and more tenderness than I’ve ever seen before in my little whirlwind of boy.  The other day when Matthew and I were kissing in the dining room he walked past and said, “I KNEW that they got married!”  Then today he asked me to please tie his rollerblades. “Mom, if you tie my rollerblades then I’ll give you a kiss!”  That was a good trade, and off he went with no shirt, orange shorts, his rollerblades, eyepatch, and gun holster around his waist.  When  Elsie saw him she said, “Jack, you’re bigger!”  He replied, “Nah, God’s bigger, Elsie.”  I love five!

In Yahtzee you have the chance to roll a large straight.  Five in a row.  Well, the second born in my large straight is Elijah.  He is starting to love to read.  I love watching him read to Jack.  He is so good at remembering things.  He also really prays for people.

Two boys and three girls equals: full house!  My big girl who ironically I have always called my baby girl, is practically as tall as I am.  She is stretching me to new heights as she grows up even more.  Four more years until she is a teenager, and yet we can certainly categorize her as “pre-teen”.  She’s a beauty!   She also loves school and friends.  She is my ever-ready runner when I need an egg or a cup of milk or a tablespoon of vinegar from a neighbor!  I remember oh so clearly being her age, and running up the hill at Nyankunde to borrow a roll of TP or a can of Blue Band.  (If you’re unsure of Blue Band, let’s just say it was a wanna-be margarine that if you got a lucky can, wasn’t a neon green color!)  Oh baby girl, how did you grow up so fast?

I certainly have a full house with all these beautiful children blessing each nook and cranny with their treasures, noises, and messes.  They are so unique, each one.  Yet they are all equally loved, equally precious, equally amazing.  I just scored YAHTZEE!

That’s Why God Made the Moon

Tonight we were driving home when Elsie spotted the full moon.  “Look!  I see it!  It’s a new moon!”  She wanted her window down so she could see it even better.  “I’ve never seen that one before!”  All the way home, she just kept exclaiming over it.  I thought how God must be smiling.  Perhaps a lot of us went all evening without regarding God’s amazing creation.  But there was a little girl who worshiped and praised the God who made the moon.  We often make worship out to be something more fancy than it is.  I’m just learning that it doesn’t land at a certain time or place or have to be done a certain way.  I’m thankful for a God who accepts our worship from a pure heart.  Jesus said in John 4-:23-24

“But the time is coming—it has, in fact, come—when what you’re called will not matter and where you go to worship will not matter.  It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That’s the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is sheer being itself—Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration.”

I love that Jesus spoke those words.  He only wants our true selves, adoring Him.  It may be with a guitar in hand.  It may be with our hands in a dirty pile of dinner dishes.  It may be with a pen and paper.  It may be with our feet hitting the ground as we run.  It may be with our faces bowed low to the ground, or it may be with our faces looking upwards in the night sky at the moon.

Top of the Mornin’

When this little girl comes downstairs, there is usually a mess of curls, a sleepy look, a funny outfit, and a big appetite attached.  Elsie is the queen of funny outfits.  Yesterday I held back a burst of laughter when she walked into the room holding a dirty nerf sword and wearing a gorgeous pink lacy dress, purple crocs, a small black motorcycle helmet, and a backpack.  She looked like she was on some sort of fabulous mission.  Princess biker chic with a little ninja action.  She is always my splash of pink in the middle of  a muddy day.  And we have had a LOT of mud lately!


Last night Jack told me that he really wanted to be a police officer when he grows up.  “Really, mom.  They have cool handcuffs, carry a gun, and eat donuts.  They really do eat donuts!”


At least I can help him fulfill part of that dream and get that boy some donuts!

Labor Day

It was back to the shore house for us last weekend.  Our trusty van, with its one new tire (long story, but a few weeks ago it blew so it has a new tire now… plus three old ones as well, lest you’re imagining a one-tired van driving) and 212,000 miles on it, was loaded to the gills once again.  Each of the five spaces in the back were full of bodies and blankets.  At my feet in the front seat I steadied a very full pot of lamb curry.  By the time we arrived at 11pm, the regular 4 out of 5 were asleep and were loaded into their respective sleeping spots in the tiny memory-making house.  Nadine, our ever-wakeful child, happily slept in Grandma & Granddaddy’s tent.  This time we decided not to tent it, after our near drowning experience the last time it rained… not quite, but let’s just say our tent is no longer water-proof!

The next morning we eased into our day with cousins, games, and breakfast at many different times.  Here is a snippet of what a typical lazy shore house morning looks like for us:


Lots of Pretty Pretty Princess going on outside!


Grandma’s toes even got a makeover!

The baby Princesses are sweeter than sugar.


The boys were very much into their books all weekend.  This was a typical sight.


We finally got a family picture near Wildwood, NJ.  I love the personalities.  What a bunch of fun!

Then we went to the boardwalk one night.  Chocolate and peanut butter swirl ice-cream with sprinkles… yum.

We also went on a few rides!

The highlight for me was when Nadine & I went on a roller coaster together and the screaming swing!  I remember very clearly looking at Nadine when she was a baby and saying, “I can’t wait until she’s old enough to go on rollercoasters with me!”  My dream came full circle when we sat hand-in-hand in the front seat of the Great White.  I was in my element!  And I think I found a fellow thrill-seeker in my daughter.

There’s something to be said about four brothers.  Each one so unique.  Each one somewhat fanatical about their own thing: flying, running, playing, reading.  Each one also very devoted to their families.  Servants.  Thoughtful hearts.  Where one might read the same 300-page book three times in one week, one might not read that many pages in one year!  Where one may fly across regions of the earth, another may despise the thought of leaving the ground.

Three are musically inclined, the other appreciates it, but playing the violin at age 8 didn’t suit him as much as his running shoes do now.  Some inherited the movie-quoting gene, and can make us laugh til we cry.  Some are organized, two love to collect things.  Each one’s opinion about what makes food fabulous is quite unique.  Hot wings, cheese-less eggs, ranch dressing, or Kashi cereal?  Is it better to play hockey or hooky?  Settlers of Catan or Pass the Popcorn?  Go wrestle someone to the ground or shoot some guns?  Can you fix a car or fly a plane?  Can you name that movie or run 100 miles?  I love that all of these amazing guys can do all of those things.  Each one some.  All together, a plethora of talent and humor and good looks.

Since last year at this time, Jon & Capri were engaged, we had a fun photo-shoot on the bay, where they will be married next month!



A night at the shore house is usually spent playing games under the green tent, with twinkling lights to show us if we’ve rolled yahtzee or if we’ve hit phase 10.  Dad & Mom, thanks for showing your children how to live and love and laugh!  Here’s to many more shore house memories!

Brothers that Sparkle

Today the quiet upstairs while I did school with the older two kiddos translated into two words: blue glitter.  One new rule we’ve been impletmenting this school year is “room check”.  Done right before lunch, before they’re allowed to eat lunch, their beds must be made and the floor picked up to “decent” status.  Thorough cleanings are done on the weekends.  This has worked well for oh, four days.  Today I forgot to check their rooms before lunch.  I did have this passing thought during the morning: Why does Elsie have so much blue glitter in her hair?  But it literally didn’t get any farther than that.  Around lunchtime, as I went upstairs to fetch Betty from her bed,  my eyes caught sight of an ocean of blue glitter flooding the boys’ bedroom floor.  That explains the sparkly hair… and the quiet, I thought.  Let’s just say that the boys’ room got its thorough cleaning a day early!  Elsie also experienced getting her hair vacuumed, which she thought was a riot, and which actually worked to remove the glitter.

Oh, life.  Life with boys and life with littles is always an adventure.  Sometimes it invovles glitter.  Sometimes mud.  Sometimes putting on every pair of pajamas to become ninjas.

Elsie asked me the other day, “Mom, why do we have brothers?”

Well, if we didn’t, then… there would be a LOT less laundry, a lot less messiness, a lot less feats of bravery, a lot less, um, glitter to vacuum up… maybe.

Tonight I climbed into Jack’s top bunk and asked him to tell me about his “collection”.  He has a whole shelf, neatly organized with things special to him.  He’s got his robot guy, his box made out of legos, containing his stopwatch, jackknife, flashlight and one of 3 purses.  He has  a glass jar for “broken stuff”, a plastic jar full of water with a rock in it and a lid on top, a special car, his wicker basket for “extra special shiny things”, and his sword neatly tucked away behind it all.  I’m sure I forgot a few things.  It was funny, because after he went through everything, he looked at me, giggled, and said, “You’re in my bed, Mommy!”  He gets so tickled when I climb up there.

Tonight we rearranged some of the downstairs rooms to make them more functional for school.  I still have a whole lot of organizing to do before it’s done.  When I’m finished, I will take pictures.  Hey, at least I have one less container of blue glitter to worry about!

Do It Now

Often my ideas are huge and unattainable. Like, I want to paint beautiful mosaics on Betty’s bedroom wall, even though I own no artistic ability to do so. Or, I want to create the perfect backyard getaway, when in reality the constant flow of dirt and water equals mud, and the small stones that used to all be contained in one small two-foot square, are now covering practically every square inch of the backyard. I see myself moving entire gargantuan pieces of furniture upstairs alone, or maybe strapping a couch that I find along the side of the road to the roof of our van, but I know it’s not possible. I envision a lot. Then I often get frustrated at myself for not doing whatever is needed to make that vision become reality. So, I’ve been implementing two new techniques. The first one is to not get bogged down with what I can’t do when all around me are a hundred and three things I can do. The second one is actually not that new. I’m sure it’s as old as Eve. It’s called the “do it now” method. Here’s the gist: I walk past a pair of grimy socks on the living room floor. I either walk past them another ten times, or Do It Now and pick them up on my way to the laundry room. Here’s another example. I wake up and leave my bed crumpled all day, or I take thirty-eight seconds and smooth the duvet and fluff my pillows. I know this is complicated, so here’s one more go at it: I can either think of a really cool idea to do with my kids, or I can by gum do it!

Last Friday I decided to by gum do it.

It took some planning, but not tons of time. The hardest part was sneaking stuff out to the car without spilling the beans that I was up to something. It began when I gathered the kids together and gave them a clue: “In the front seat of something blue, within an envelope lies a clue!”

The kids raced to the car and found an envelope with another clue, which then led them on a series of clues until they found themselves in the van, on their way to Grandma’s house for lunch! After lunch, we got back in the van and headed to their other Grandma’s house. No one was home, but another clue awaited them, and they trekked over to their favorite local jaunt/nature preserve to look for more clues and to find both Grandma and Jacob who were missing! We had a blast at Briar Bush, and made our way back to the house, where a treasure map led the way to the “treasure”, which was a box full of odds and ends that tickled their individual fancies.  It was a lot of fun!

We were able to squeeze it all in before the abundant amounts of rain began to fall over the weekend. That night Matt, Jacob, and Granddaddy took the kids running in the rain. Our kids’ love tanks are filled to the brim when anything that involves out of the ordinary, coupled with getting wet and muddy on purpose, is on the agenda.

The next day we enjoyed visiting with our cousins. The rain was falling in sheets again around suppertime, so the men grilled with umbrellas and raincoats!

I think she’s beautiful even when her tears match the rain.

We celebrated Abby’s 5th birthday with love, a wild game of sardines, and chocolate cupcakes that made even the heaviest rain-cloud-shod day seem like a day of perpetual sunshine.  Wow.  Those things were amazing.

When we left the cousins’ house Irene had decided to come in earnest and I had a small melt-down driving home. I don’t do well driving in strong rain/wind/snow. Once my windshield wipers have to be on that third little notch, I become unglued. Anyway, thankfully we made it home safely. Then began a long night for me where I got up often, breathed prayers over my kids, glared at the tree that kept brushing the side of the house, prayed some more, and saw two circuit boxes blow outside my window in a spray of electric fireworks. It was pretty wild. The whole craziness of the night compounded itself when somehow 3 out of 5 kids landed in our not-built-for-five double bed. I ended up on Jack’s top bunk and finally willed myself to sleep around 4:30am. I was pretty bleary-eyed the next morning. Thankfully our electricity was only off for about an hour during the night, so we were able to enjoy hot beverages and crepes while the wind blew crazy tunes and the rain filled our little fish pond.

While most of the area had to cancel their first day of school, we were hitting the books on Monday morning. This is our first year of homeschooling without the aid of cyber-school. We have two 3rd graders, one in Kindergarten, one in pre-school, and one in la-la land during it all. As Nadine would say, “It’s been SUCH a blast, and even though we’ve only done two days of school, I just LOVE it.” Me too, sweet girl!

So, we started with a hurricane, and are settling into a routine that is new for us. I’m excited to see how everything smooths out, and when we are into our rhythm I’ll be so glad to share our school day with you!  I’ll also be sharing some more of those Do It Now success stories as I experiment with this extraordinary technique that makes piles of junk diminish, dishes get clean, and some not-so-ordinary things happen!