Wednesday, November 26, 2014

First Snow

It did flurry before now, but this is the first "real" snow of the season. Malcolm was so excited when we looked out the window. I am not sure if it was because I was so excited, or if he was fascinated by the white stuff falling from the sky. Eamon wanted to go out immediately, since he had his hat and mittens on, never mind that he was still in his PJ's.


Their Daddy was not as excited about the snow, but went out and shoveled the walk and cleared the cars. He is sore now, but did say it wasn't as bad as he feared. He did take the day off, which was good because a part of the road he travels on was closed.


After naps, we all bundled up and went outside. It takes a long time to get everyone ready to go out. Did you go to the bathroom? Do you have your socks, and your boots, and your coat, and your snow pants, and your hat, and your mittens, and... And if something is forgotten, it often means undressing to take care of it.


Malcolm reminded me of the "Under my hood I have a hat..." poem because when he fell down, he could only crawl. Eamon wasn't sure about all the preparations, but once he got outside, he enjoyed it pretty well, until he got cold. Then everything was miserable.


Now begins the long winter months. Today, I thought it would be nice to have a fireplace. But we sip our tea, read our books, and have lots of cuddles.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

9th Anniversary

Yesterday was our ninth anniversary.

The night before, Malcolm kept me awake until 3. I didn't go shopping, so we had leftovers for our "romantic meal." Thomas got me flowers and wine and cheese. I got him a notebook and pen and wrote him a silly song. We sat and talked together for an hour after the boys went to bed - until Eamon woke up. Eamon kept us awake until Malcolm woke up for two more hours. (There might have been some dozing, but I didn't feel like it this morning.) Thomas fell asleep on the futon; I was a Mommy sandwich between two boys, until around 4 when we all got back in our proper beds and slept soundly for 4 hours.

But all that is somehow fitting. Being married isn't only about moonlight kisses and candlelight dinners. It is much more about working through things thick and thin, listening to each other, adapting to the situation, and giving up stuff we want.

When we were dating, we were told "love isn't a feeling, it's a choice." I hated that saying then, and I still do, though I understand what is meant better now. Love is a feeling, but it is choosing to foster that feeling even when I don't feel like it. It is being vulnerable, even when I would rather protect myself. It is giving, even when I don't feel like I have anything left to give. It is laying my dreams, desires, and plans aside so that someone else's dreams, desires, and plans can be achieved. And I love my husband.

But recently I have been overwhelmed with how much he loves me. He laid aside his worries and helped me direct the play. He shares what he reads with me, even if he knows I might disagree. He gets up in the night and puts Malcolm back to sleep when I have tried every trick I know. I am so thankful for his love - the way he chooses every day to show love for me and our boys, even when he has a migraine or hasn't slept well or has had a rough day.

It is incredibly appropriate that our anniversary falls so close to Thanksgiving because it is one of the things I am most thankful for. I love; I am loved. That in turn, frees me to love even more. And if our love is a picture of God's love for us... then I am speechless.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Dinosaurs

Eamon loves dinosaurs. It is due to a PBS kids show that is called Dinosaur Train. (And for those concerned, he watches no more than 1 hour of videos a day. There are occasions, such as rainy wet days and sick days when he gets more, but he also gets more books and cuddles on those days too.)

The show is actually very informative and they are fairly good at explaining the difference between what is know scientifically and what is hypothesis. Dr. Scott the Paleontologist tells us about the dinosaur that Buddy, Tiny, Shiny, and Don met that day on the dinosaur train. He sometimes makes comparisons between present day creatures and the dinosaurs. He sometimes shows the fossils of the dinosaur in question. He sometimes just gives interesting facts. But he always ends with, "Get outside and make your own discoveries."

So dinosaurs have entered our every day language. A Tyrannosaurus Rex might be outside our house. A Brachiosaurus might be eating our salad. He loves to wear his dinosaur shirts. We read several dinosaur books a day. He might be Mr. Conductor, shouting, "All aboard!" We color dinosaur pictures and do dinosaur crafts. And when we "dig for bones," he calls me, Mrs. Paleontologist, while he is Dr. Scott.

It isn't the only game he plays, of course. He hunts bears (and ghosts, thanks to our little neighbor :-)); he is Tom Thomas, the helicopter driver from Fireman Sam; he plays music; he is Mr. McGregor; etc. But what I especially love about the way he thinks about dinosaurs is the wonder, curiosity, but also the acceptance of unknown things. I don't know how exactly to explain it, but it is fun to watch him play "discovering dinosaurs bones and fossils."

His fascination has made me wrestle with the science and faith of dinosaurs too. I don't think that "God created the heavens and the earth" rules out the idea that the earth has many ages. I don't think that evolution necessarily contradicts anything that is in the Bible. I believe that God could have created the Earth with age; should it then be difficult to accept that He could also have created it using natural aging processes? If Bible scholars can say that there are more ways to interpret scientific evidence, which don't really make lots of sense scientifically, why are we surprised that there might be more ways to interpret Biblical texts, scientifically? and that those interpretations are actually orthodox? There is more to write on this, but that isn't the topic of this post.

Eamon doesn't have to deal with all this yet. He will have to wrestle with it, and plenty of other questions, someday. I hope to be able to help him ask good questions and look in good places to find answers. And I want to give him a solid foundation so those questions don't have to shake his simple faith in God. But I also have to be willing to accept that God may direct him to other answers than the ones I give him. Dinosaurs are becoming a step of faith, both in researching them, as well as in parenting.

Monday, November 03, 2014

Static and In Flux

Just some rambling thoughts...

Life moves so fast. It is November now. Just the other day it was August. I raked some leaves last week (I need to do it again) but just the other day I was bemoaning missing the peak of the peonies come up. Each day I get up, take care of the boys, eat lunch, put them down for naps, work, eat supper, go to bed, get woken up a bunch of times, then it is morning again.

It is funny how all of life seems to be this balance between maintaining "normalcy" and the constant change. We aren't really doing anything that different from what we have been doing for the past several years, but life now is so different from what it was a few years ago. Not only circumstances, but also character, perspectives, dreams...

Maybe this is too abstract. But I am still me, but I am not who I used to be. There is the same and change. I still get behind on dishes, which has been the case since... forever, but now they are different dishes and more of them as I feed more people. I still make sausage cheese biscuits, and Thomas still loves them, but now I use the oven and real measuring cups rather than the microwave and whatever cup I have handy. And now I kiss him when I give them to him. Static and in flux.

The season change, but the tree still grows.