Saturday, June 9, 2012

Ninja Party

Asher and Colin were born about 13 months apart and share many of the same friends, so it just makes sense for us to throw one big party to celebrate them together! They decided they wanted a Ninjago theme (ninja legos), and it was really fun to come up with some creative ways to make a ninja party.

We met at a park that has a nice playground, so the kids that came early had plenty to do until everyone arrived and the fun started. Having the party outside is a must for my sanity!

Here are some pictures to share the fun we had as we celebrated Asher's 7th and Colin's 6th birthdays:

We had sushi, of course...

Ninja veggie cups.

Ninja cake!

The ninjas recieve their headwraps and are ready for training!

Sensei Dad prepares to train his ninjas.

Balance and agility training.

The "laser" course.

Katana practice.

A ninja with perfect aim!

Playing "Sensei Says".

Party favors in take out boxes...

We are truly blessed with wonderful friends for our boys!

What a great day.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Letting Go

I heard a story today that squeezed my heart.

A man was talking about a recovery center he'd served at several decades ago. A troubled teenaged pregnant girl had come to stay at the center for a few weeks. She wanted an abortion. And she wanted to kill herself.

She did her time at the recovery center, then went back to the real world. New patients moved in and out of the center and years went by.

Today, the man recieved a letter from his former patient, who is now a middle-aged woman. She'd left the recovery center as a healthier person. She had her baby. A boy. She was a loving mother and she raised her son to be a caring young man. He even became an Eagle Scout.

They recently visited the beach, and while they were there, a boy was swept out by the current into deep water and was drowning.

Her Eagle Scout son ran to the water, swam out and rescued the boy.

In the process, her son drowned.

This mom wrote a letter of thanks to her former counselor. She was so thankful for the impact he'd made on her life and for the gift of time she'd had with her son.

My reaction to the story was far different. I do not have the same open hands concerning my children. I want safety and security for them. A good job. A wonderful spouse. Happiness. A full life.

I do not want their lives sacrificed in anothers' place.

I want them to make a difference in this broken world, but the kind of difference that they write a book about. Tell stories that inspire others. I DO want them to save lives, but I want them to be safe while doing it. Get a boat! Throw out a flotation device! Don't lose yourself!

Be safe.

I am learning that safety is a mirage. A wishful hallucination of my desire to control. I KNOW I am powerless to really keep them safe. But, oh, I want to.

I need to let go.
I need to trust.
I need to rest in the fact that grace is enough.

That it will be enough.

Monday, April 23, 2012


I was a little ashamed when I realized that it's been a year since I've blogged. As I read through some of my previous entries, it was so precious to see those pictures and relive the memories that I decided it's time to start blogging again...if only for my future self!

My wonderful family. Summer 2011

Monday, April 11, 2011


As we were driving down our street yesterday, Nick suddenly said, "Should I help that guy?"

I had been looking down at my nails or something, so I had no idea what he was talking about.

He quickly pulled to the side of the road and said, "I'm going to see if I can help him." Just like that, he jumped out of the car and was gone.

I craned my neck to look out the back window of the van, and could not believe what I saw.

There was a man wearing sunglasses and a backpack, half on the sidewalk and half in someone's yard, flopping around wildly like a fish out of water. It was one of those horrible sights that just take your breath away.

What really took my breath away was to see Nick crouch down beside the man, talk to him gently, try to help him up to his feet, and then kneel in the grass with empathy as the man writhed violently again and again. During one seizure, the man's nose was broken as he helplessly banged his face into the ground.

Nick took the time to comfort the man and hear his story (homeless, no money for epilepsy medication). He was able to offer assistance while also giving the man dignity. He was there when the ambulance answered the call and took the man to get help at the hospital.

It was one of the proudest moments of my life to watch this scene unfold with our children. They watched their dad help someone in need while others just drove past. I hope this memory becomes a permanent part of them...a way of life they embrace for themselves.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Will - Two Months

Will is 2 months old.

He is still as sweet, happy and contented as ever. I tell people all the time (and I mean it), that if every baby in the world was as wonderful as Will, parents wouldn't want to stop adding children to their families!

He coos and "talks" all the time, and SMILES these huge grins that just light up his face. I've never seen a baby so young that is so full of smiles. Here are a few recent pics...

Monday, February 28, 2011