Grandparents Come to Town

A few crazy weeks have passed since our visitors left the state, but I am finally getting back to the blog.  In January, The Conways came to visit for a week.  It is always so nice to see the kids with their grandparents and Tristan did not want to be parted from them after only the ride from the airport.  Instead of staying at a hotel and renting a car, they rented the furnished suit on our floor which made it so easy to be able to see them.  The suit was actually bigger than they needed so we ended up bring down a fort building kit from storage that we don't have room for and the boys had fun in their fort when they went to Nana and Bit's.

The weather was beautiful so we were able to spend many afternoons at the playground.  I think the boy's energy was a surprise to them...as it is to just about everyone.

Nana and Bit's love to bowl back home and our boys had never been, so we found a place that had toddler bowling and the kids LOVED it!!  Tristan keeps asking to go again and if he can have his birthday party there.  I would say it was quite a hit with him (oh, and he was only 2 pins behind Bit's).  The twins on the other hand had some trouble with the whole "it's not your turn right now" thing.  It was good for them though and I can't imagine the workout they got!  They napped like champions that afternoon.

Neil took a few days off of work and one day he and his parents took Tristan and Ian to the Museum of Nature and Science.  The kids loved all the extra attention and activities.

One night after dinner, we met up at Nana and Bit's for popcorn and movie night.  Felt like we got out for the evening but the boys didn't have to get out of their slippers.

The kids missed them terribly after the house went back to being just boring old mom and dad.  Hope to see them again soon!

Christmas 2012

Christmas 2012 was just as special as we hoped it would be.  I love this picture of our tree just before we headed to bed on Christmas Eve.  I love the fire trucks that every two-year-old boy should have under the tree, the ornaments only hung on the top third of the tree because Finn couldn't leave them alone, that our room was not filled with packages but I know all those wrapped beauties would be loved, and the Star Wars figures on the packages to the right protecting the gifts for the evening.  This non magazine worthy Christmas picture tells a perfect story of our wonderful Christmas in the Conway house.

We started with stockings and opened presents while the Christmas morning casserole was baking.  I think this year I can safely call it my own.  I think the only thing it still has in common with my childhood casserole are the eggs.



I went back and forth on which present from my sister Erika should go to Finn or Ian.  I guess I chose wrong, because when they opened them at the same time, each one looked down at their present and then over at the other's and silently exchanged gifts.  It was pretty funny to watch, but they were both thrilled with their toy after fixing their mother's mix up.

The kids were at such fun ages.  There weren't a ton of presents, but it took about an hour and a half to get through them.  They would open a present and then want to play with if for a while.  Tristan wasn't in a lot of pictures because between the Legos and Star Wars ships he was in his room for most of the day playing.  It was the right amount of excitement without crossing the line into melt down city :)

After dinner, we had a birthday party for Jesus and Finn was thrilled with the cupcakes.  Ian entertained us by navigating the new book narrated by Bits about ten times.  They all loved it.

They all wanted to wear their new pajamas from Grandma and Grandpa. By the end of the day they were all getting along so well that they posed themselves for this picture :)

 

Another Christmas on the books and I love that my family was able to celebrate the birth of Jesus and also have a lot of fun along the way.

 

 

 

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

This Christmas season has been one of true blessing.  It looked and felt very different from years past.  Christmas 2012 stayed calm and enjoyable.  As a matter of fact, at our Christmas eve service when the pastor said that he knew we were all tired after the holiday "hustle and bustle", Neil and I looked at each other and chuckled because it really was not stressful...except for that ONE thing that stresses me out.
Okay, the ONE thing that I stress about each year is getting, wrapping, and shipping our extended family presents on time and on budget.  I would say I'm doing okay if that is the only thing all year I stress about, but stress is terrible and feels horrible.  Maybe next year will be the year I learn to eliminate those feelings :)

This year we sloooowed the pace and eliminated things that were "should dos" but are not all that enjoyable with the age of the boys right now.  There were no Christmas cookies, gingerbread houses, advent calenders, ice skating, or other difficult to maneuver/clean up activities.  We did get at least one good holiday fun activity in each week which was enough this year.

We got our Christmas tree, decorated it, realized it was almost dead after a few days, undecorated it, returned it, got a new one, and decorated it again :)

We went to two Christmas parades.

We went to zoo lights.  It was SOO cold that night, but we weren't sure we would have another chance to go.  The twins did great and didn't mind the cold, but Tristan complained most of the way.  Very out of character for him so it came as a bit of a surprised to us.

We went to a lovely Christmas party put on by Neil's mentor.  It was his first Christmas since his wife had passed, and he did a great job of getting the food, setting everything up, and even having movies for the kids.  I know it must have been hard for him to do this all on his own when I know he missed her so much.  She was with us in her own special way though.  Walt wore the bell that he had made for her years ago and that she wore every Christmas.  It was a special night together :)

We had Tristan's first Christmas program which was adorable!!!   He started the concert by yelling out, "My parents aren't here yet!"  Then he stole the show by singing louder (and more off key) than any of the other kids.  It was hilarious, cute, and memorable.  Neil and I could not have been more proud that our little guy was no wall flower!  He sings it like he means it and is not ashamed.

We rounded out our pre-Christmas activities with my favorite.  Christmas eve service is the best one for me.  We went to a family service where Tristan got to participate as a wise man.  I can't wait until it is complete next year when the twins will be able to join us for church instead of nursery. 

Since the church service was so early, we had a lot of time to kill before bedtime.  We took the kids to the movies.  It was the twins first time in a movie theater and they did great!  It was an hour and a half before the got the wiggles.  I looked down the row of kids to Neil and smiled.  This is something we have been looking forward to since we started having kids.  Neil and I LOVE to go to the movies and to be able to go as a family was just awesome!

Then it was home to get in our Christmas jammies and head to bed.  I love the weeks leading up to one of the best days of the year.  I love my family, and I love how fun they are!!!

Dear Kiddos

When Neil and I started having children, we were in agreement on not making Santa a part of our holiday traditions but it's only since making that decision that we became more solidified in our choice.  However, twenty years from now, I know we may face the questions from our grown children about why.  So while they are still little and some have not even come into our home yet, I will try to explain a bit to them. 

Dear kids,

I hope that the holiday memories from your childhood are as special for you as they were for your dad and I to watch the first time around.  Christmas is such an important time to remember and celebrate the birth of Jesus and the miracle of the story around it.  I know a lot of your friends had other traditions that we didn't participate in, but I hope you did not feel that our celebration lacked anything special.

There are a few reasons we opted out of Santa and other characters that came along over the years, but know that it was never to spoil your fun or take any magic out of Christmas.  Just the opposite is true.  We decided to remove characters and activities that promote values in contrast to how we were trying to raise you and that did not point to the real reason for Christmas...the birth of our Lord.  Your father and I believe there is room for only one awesome story this holiday and the make believe one can't even hold a candle to the real one. 

As I am writing this, Tristan is four-years-old and does not believe a word I say about Santa.  He is convinced he is real because he can see him, talk to him, and sit on his lap.  I can't imagine the confusion I would cause if I let him get a phone call or letter from this fictitious man, but as it stands he animatedly believes and there is nothing I can do about it.  My job as the mom is to tell my kids the truth, which I try to do always.  It seems you, Tristan, will find out the sad truth about Santa on your own just like so many other kids, but one thing you won't think is, "why did my parents lie to me."  There is something magical about believing in something you can't see or quite understand, but in my world that's called faith and it's WAY better than any reindeer, chimney jumping fat guys, or elves that sit judging you from a shelf.  I hope you all have a faith of your own as you have grown up and together we can live these miracles not only during the holidays but all year round. 

In an interesting conversation about Santa and Jesus with Tristan this season, I was able to make things a little more clear to a boy who just wants to join in the fun and who can hardly blame him if he thinks he is missing out on something.  That's my mom job to make you all understand you are not missing ANYTHING!  Santa watches to see if you are naughty or nice.  If you are good you get presents and if you are naughty you get coal.  It's a work based gift giving, and if any parents stayed true to this, all kids would get coal because none of them are nice all the time.  Problem: your friend's parents all gave gifts anyway and kids believe that they behaved "good" enough to deserve them.  Here's the fun part of our holiday; God sent Jesus for us while we were still sinners.  We didn't deserve the gift and yet it was given anyway.  You got gifts every year, gifts you loved, and nobody ever threatened you might not be good enough for them, that you should behave because "Santa is watching" or the elf sitting on the shelf will run and tattle on you tonight.  We hope our gifts were pure, showed we know you and love you, and were a message of grace... one of the greatest gifts of all.

If you look back wishing we had embraced a lot of these secular traditions, I'm sorry you feel that you missed out on something.  I know we have enjoyed the few holidays we have had so far in our role as parents and are looking forward to so many more.  This truly is the most wonderful time of the year!  Two days from now your dad and I will sit drinking coffee and smelling the Christmas casserole baking while you all open your presents and your eyes light up with joy.  We will sit and ponder about how God must feel to give us gifts and watch as we enjoy them.  How he must have felt as he gave each one of you to us in our family.  These feelings of joy are the miracle.  I'm glad you will enjoy your toys, but the joy of the morning belongs to your dad and I :)  That is the part of giving that is greater than receiving.  Thank you for being so joyful, sharing in all our holiday memories, and being open to hearing truth from us. 

We love you!
Mom (and Dad)

Some days

Lots of times I sit down to blog about events that I want to make sure to remember because they bring a smile to my face and I know I will remember those times fondly. Well, this blog is not one of those, but I still want to remember days like this too because this is my life most some days.

Today started with the alarm going off too early and my eyes not wanting to open. The four-year-old near by on the iPad (up since 6) gently told me to just go back to sleep for a while. You don't have to tell me twice...snooze! However, that snooze means no shower today *Sigh*. Ten minutes later I drag myself out of bed and promptly get clothes out for Tristan so he can dress while I make his breakfast. While making breakfast, I hear a sudden scream from the twins room. Rushing in I find that Finn has jumped on a peacefully sleeping Ian to wake him up...ugh.
Cranky kid count: 1

After Tristan leaves for school, the twins and I have a nice relaxing, cuddling morning playing together. I put all chores off until later while they are napping because I figure I have time before the babysitter comes this evening. Surprisingly, both kids let me change and dress them without a fight. "Success" I think to myself. Then this depresses me a bit that this is now the "success" I strive for in my day...ugh.  Everything goes smooth in the car to get Tristan, but the way home is filled with spitting, hitting, yelling, and 2/3 of the kids have naked feet now...ugh.

Arriving home I am hopeful.  It's nap time and that means I get to eat lunch in peace while I watch Judge Judy before I tackle the chores around the house that is just a mess by now. The twins are put down and Tristan has been set up in quiet play time...ahhh. Uh oh, what was that? Oh, that was Finn getting out of his crib 15 times and Ian playing trampoline jump. No nap time today...ugh.
Cranky kid count: 2

Thinking they just aren't tired after 2 hours of failed napping time, I let them out of their room to play. Play today means undecorating my Christmas tree, dismantling my couch, dumping all the toys, and playing with nothing...ugh.

Okay, new plan for the day because cleaning needs to still get done before date night tonight. Thankful now that I cleaned the bathroom yesterday. New plan is to set a record for how much tv my kids will watch in a day. This is working great, until I try to get off the couch to start my chores. If I move they follow me, try to push me back to the living room, whine for me to pick them up. I'm tired! I make a cup of coffee and plop on the couch with them.
Cranky kid count: 2
Kid who has been on the iPad for 2 hours now: 1
Frustrated mom: 1

Did I mention its only 2:30? I still have hours to go before date night/escape night (it's new official name). I'm just going to assume that things get better, the place will get clean (even if it means some crying on everyone's part), and eventually 6:00 will come and even if I'm embarrassed about how my place looks I still get to leave for a few hours.

Tomorrow morning's predictions:
Cranky kids: 0
Endless hours of iPad and tv: none
Family members happy to see each other: 5!!!

'Tis The Season

 

This year it seemed that the displays for Operation Christmas Child were everywhere (which is a great thing).  Since our budget is far from flexible and we had already committed our Christmas giving to other places, OCC was one we were just going to have to skip this year.  This was not okay with Tristan.  He announced that he had money in his dinosaur bank and he was going to make a box for a kid with no toys.  Okay then, how do I say no to that?  The afternoon that he announced this, he and Neil went out to spend some time together and I looked in his bank.  Oh no... there was not going to be enough and I wanted this statement of giving to be a success.  He is four and has no idea how much anything costs or how much money he actually had.  I wanted all the change he took into the bank to be enough for his shopping, sooooo I dumped the family change jar out on the carpet and kept the twins busy for the afternoon stuffing the dino.  

A few days later, we emptied the dino bank and headed to the big bank.  I wish I had remembered to snap a picture of him taking his change to exchange for paper money.  He told the teller he hoped there was $100 in there, but when she came back with $33 he was okay with that, too.

    We headed to Walmart and although I'm trying not to shop there, when it comes to budgets like this we compromised.  Our first stop was to pick up a plastic shoebox.  After spending some time in a third world country, I knew that making every part of this present usable is a valuable gift.  More than likely this box will have to hold and protect all the possessions of the child who receives it.  When I showed the box to Tristan he scoffed, walked further down the aisle saying, "That box is too little for everything.  Let's get this one..."  I love his heart!!!



I knew that T would be excited to pick out crayons and toys, but I had not expected that he would suggest snacks and was shocked when he INSISTED that this little boy needed underwear.  I probably would not have thought of that and it makes me think the little boy this box is destined for will be super excited that he got underwear.  It might be just what he was wanting.

I helped Tristan pack up his box and fill out a sheet of information about himself.  He got to color and we had another chance to talk about where this box might go and what little boy his age might get it.  He never tried to keep any of the special items he picked out and remained super excited to be able to do this for someone else.  Honestly, I didn't think a four-year-old was capable of understanding this, but I guess I underestimated the little guy.

We decorated even the inside of the box to really personalize it and make sure that little boy knows he is loved.  Want to hear my crazy prayer I said for this box?  I hope someday either Tristan, myself, or someone we know sees this box again.  Crazy I know, but it's not that big of a world ;) 

Then the frustration kicked in.  Tristan saw the filled and finished box sitting on the counter everyday and was mad that it was not on it's way to the little boy.  I told him we needed to wait to take it to church, but that week Neil was traveling and there was no way I was going to take all three boys to the drop off table.  After all of T's work, I wanted him to be able to take his time and ask questions if he wanted to instead of running by and throwing the box on the table.  We waited one more painstaking week, but he was still so excited to drop it off!  With the label we made online, we will be able to track our box to the country it lands in.  That will be another exciting day!!

I learn so much watching my kids.  Tristan's ideas about helping others and the way the little ones are quick to include new children to play.  I know we are to have faith like a child and some of these lessons fall right next to that.  If I let them run with their ideas, there is no telling what we as a family will learn about life and love!

Thanksgiving In Pictures

This year we decided to decline the invitation to Thanksgiving dinner.  After looking at our usual loud dinner table where the little ones pallets are picky and their average eating time in ten minutes(on a good day), we thought asking them to sit at a table with adults with unfamiliar food was a recipe for disaster.  Instead we planed a day to be thankful for family time together.

 

We started at a fancy breakfast at McDonald's where Tristan wanted to sit by himself.  This picture is so funny to me because he was having a great time sitting by himself and this makes it look like he was banished from our table.

 

Then we headed to the Museum of Nature and Science to spend the rest of the day.  Tristan had a chance to do an experiment.  These experiments take about 10 minutes to complete and I'm always amazed to see he has that focus in him.

There were a lot of exhibits where we could all play together without fighting!

And dad always has a way to make it even more fun :)

Tristan and Finn packed their bags, hiked the mountain, and stopped for a snack and to put on some sunscreen.

The boys loved the heart display.  Here is the picture where Tristan was asking the woman why she killed the sheep to get his heart.  Awkward...

All the boys crashed on the way home since we skipped naps.  Neil and I took the scenic route and had a chance to actually talk!!

At around 3pm, Neil and I decided we actually wanted a little bit of Thanksgiving dinner.  Tristan helped me whip up some baked corn, I made mashed potatoes and Stove Top, and we grilled up some ribs.  It was great!

At dinner, Finn reminded us that we made the right decision to not take them to a big Thanksgiving dinner...

And my day of Thanksgiving ended with a full heart listening to Neil read Indian In The Cupboard to Tristan.  This has been ANOTHER year filled with thanksgiving for our family!