Trick or Treat!

Today we will carve a pumpkin, hand out candy, and hang out with our favorite little pumpkin...I mean chicken.

Fall Fun

Here's Laurel enjoying a nice fall day...

We had some family and friends over for Thanksgiving dinner...

Laurel got to pick out her pumpkin...

and she has a cute pumpkin hat that her Great Grammie made for her...

Walking and Laughing

Birthdays and Weddings and Reunions and...Home

We have been traveling a lot lately. As I type this, Jon is heading home from a two day work trip. Tomorrow we will pack for a weekend getaway, and I feel like we finally just got unpacked from our trip to Colorado. The travels have all been filled with life and friends and family. We have loved being in beautiful places, celebrating beautiful people. But we are tired. Tired of getting back in the car. Tired of asking Laurel to adjust to a new routine. Tired of not having space to breathe.

We were planning on traveling for Thanksgiving weekend (which is just over a week away here in Canada), but decided the other night to just stay put. We need to be home for a while....which is funny because, in many ways, our travels have taken us home. They've taken us to the farm, Jon's childhood home. And they've taken us to Colorado, a place that is very much a home for me. But even with our house being in a constant state of renovation chaos, it is still good to be in this home, in our bed, in our own space.

Here are a few highlights of our recent adventures....

Our trip to the farm was to celebrate Jon's Grandma's 90th Birthday!

Jon and Laurel holding hands...

Decorations for the big party...

The girl cousins...

Our trip to Colorado was for Emily Clader's wedding! What a great wedding...complete with bright yellow aspens, a rolling river, old friends, dogs, and even kazoos! Dan Clader married Jon and I six years ago! Emily wore her grandmother's dress...

My friends Annie and (the) Becca sang in the wedding...

Hannah Clader was the beautiful maid of honor...

The wedding was at the family's cabin. The weekend allowed us time to hike, visit, and relax...

Catching up with my friend Annie...

Back at home, Laurel enjoys a fall day in our front yard...

Caught With Her Pants Down!

Jon wasn't home for supper tonight, so Laurel and I dined on Chicken Vera Cruz. She gobbled it up, and when we finished eating, it was only 5:30. So I gave her a bath, got her in her jammies, and we read lots of stories. She seemed like she was heading to dreamland, so I put her in her crib and went downstairs to clean the kitchen. I had the kitchen cleaned by 6:15 and was feeling pretty proud of myself that I did all of that by myself.

But then Laurel started making lots of noise. I thought I would go check on her to make sure she had her soother.

There she is, standing in her crib with neither pajama bottoms nor diaper on! I couldn't help but laugh.

Why My Bread Refuses to Rise

This afternoon I had onions, garlic, cremini mushrooms, and meat simmering in red wine and beef broth for what will become stew.

I was just starting to kneed an Italian bread dough.

Laurel was banging on pots and pans with a wooden spoon and expressing her displeasure in the fact that we were inside.

And then an alarm went off. Thinking it was the smoke alarm, I began to wave my dish towel in front of it, but it didn't seem to help. I stood on a chair and took the cover off to discover there is no battery inside. The alarm continued to beep, causing me to panic.

I frantically tried to figure out where it was coming from. I even called Jon at work, and when he answered I practically yelled, "Where are our other smoke alarms?"

He calmly reminded me that we have a carbon monoxide detector in the living room. Sure enough, the beeps were coming from it.

We evacuated and called 911.

Two fire trucks later, they determined that all is well.

But now my bread dough doesn't look as if it is going to rise.

It Made Me Smile

The other night we held hands as we prayed before supper. Laurel must have thought holding hands was a pretty good idea because she wanted to hold both of our hands all through supper. She'd let go long enough to put some food in her mouth and then she'd reach for our hands again. It made me smile.

These pictures make me smile, too.

On Going Back to Work

I have loved being home with Laurel this year. I have loved the rhythm and the restfulness. I have loved the play and the laughter and the changes that seemed to come way too quickly.

Tomorrow the rhythm will change as I head back to work. I'll be working a day and a half a week, which I think will be just about perfect for me. It will allow me to continue to do college ministry, which I love, as well as spend gobs of time at home with Laurel, which I also love.

I don't know what this year will hold. One friend told me that he didn't think I could do campus ministry for a day and a half a week--ministry is way too relational to only be around a couple days. Perhaps after this year I'll end up agreeing. Other people ask me, as if it would be an insurmountable task, what I will do with Laurel when I'm at work. Maybe after this year I'll conclude that it's too complicated to coordinate all of that.

Or maybe it really will be just right.

On Sunday someone I had just met told me it's good that I am only working part-time because I need to take care of my family "properly." It was followed by the comment, "God gave you a family, you need to take care of them properly." Apparently "proper" care of ones family, if that "one" is a woman, means staying home. I responded with something like, "Well, it's a partnership, and my husband and I both need to care for our family."

It reminded me of comments I heard this past winter, in the middle of my angst over what to do about work. These comments weren't directed at me, but the basic idea is this: "Anyone can be a ________ (teacher, accountant, nurse, lawyer), but you're the only person who can be your child's mom." The conclusion we are meant to draw, of course, is that to be our children's moms, we need to stay home.

Why doesn't anyone say that to the dads? "Anyone can be a ___________, but you're the only one who can be your child's dad."

I don't think that being Laurel's mom means that all of my other callings in life are erased. I want Laurel to grow up watching me, as her mom, live out my gifts and my callings. I hope that as I seek to be obedient to where I think God is calling me, that she will learn to listen for God's voice in her life, too.

I Found It!

I found my camera charger. So, here are some pictures that have been sitting on my camera, waiting to be shared!

Laurel on her birthday, showing her solo standing skills:

In the new house, Laurel loves to help mom and dad with the renovations:

One of the many beautiful scenes we saw in Glacier:

Laurel and Daddy on a hike. Despite her expression, she really loves riding in the backpack:

Some flowers from our backyard:

5 Reasons Why I Haven't Blogged

The little voice in my head keeps saying, "You really need to update your blog."

"I know, I know," I reply.

(Come on, tell me you don't have conversations with yourself.)

But there have been plenty of reasons why I haven't blogged....

1. I was in Montana for a week and didn't have internet access. Jon, Laurel, and I met our friends the Arntzens and Heather at a little cabin just outside of Glacier for a week of relaxing, catching up, and good conversation. Heather, Courtney, and I are all women in ministry, so it was a great time for us to talk about ministry, pray together, and encourage each other. This was the first of what we hope will become an annual event. It was the first meeting of our covenant group. I've told people in the past that the whole reason I wanted to go to seminary was to find a covenant group. It might not have been the WHOLE reason, but I was pretty envious of my pastor friends who got to go away for a week each year to spend time with their covenant groups. I would post some pictures of our trip here, but my camera battery died in the middle of the trip, and I cannot find my charger.

2. When we came home, I had three days to prepare for a wedding in Calgary. It was my second wedding of the summer/ever. And what a fun wedding it was. If I had had a camera (see above) I would have some pictures. The reception was here and was very fun! I think the ceremony went well. It is really a cool experience to walk with a couple as they prepare for marriage and then to be the one to usher them across this threshold.

3. As soon as we returned from Calgary, we met up with Jon's sister Pam and her family, who were in Edmonton for the weekend. We went to the legislature grounds to splash in the fountains. (I think Pam took some pictures, so we might have some to post soon. For now, imagine Laurel in a swim diaper and a sun hat having a great time.) That night we left our niece in charge of the kids and headed to The Melting Pot, which has some seriously good eats.

4. The next day Owen headed back to Lethbridge while Pam, the kids, and Laurel and I drove to Saskatchewan to the farm. We met Jon's other sister Jenn and her kids there for cousins camp. Cousins camp was a week of playing outside, riding dirt bikes, pulling weeds in the garden, picking raspberries, swimming, eating good food, playing kick the can in the dark, campfires, and sitting on the deck drinking coffee. Jon's dad drove to Edmonton to work on our house, so it was just the girls and the kids. This is another event that we hope will become an annual tradition. (It's also another time I had neither internet access nor a camera).

5. Jon and Armand came to the farm on Friday night and joined us for a round of kick the can on Saturday night. On Sunday Jon's parents drove us back to Edmonton and then stayed with us until today to help us work on our house. This past week we have worked like crazy. We now have a new kitchen counter, new kitchen floors, the house is painted, the trim is painted, the kitchen cupboards are painted (although we still have to re-install the doors), drywall has been installed, shelves have been built in a pantry. So, this week I was either too busy or too tired to post anything. And I still haven't found my camera charger.

There you have it, folks. Five reasons I haven't blogged.

Catching Up

We just spent the weekend on our church's camping trip. It was a very laid back weekend (I think almost all of us took naps on Saturday). We got to share a tent site with our friends Ian, Sally, and baby Ruth. The trip ended this morning with two baptisms in the lake. A great moment for our church community.

It poured rain before we left Edmonton on Friday, and now that we are back, it is pouring again. It's been a wet summer, which makes staying inside to do renovations not feel so miserable.

Here are two videos from the past 2 1/2 weeks. I must confess before you watch them that they are neither edited nor are they very high quality. (Read: unless you are Laurel's grandparents, wasting time at work, or REALLY interested in our new house, you might not make it to the end of each video. That's okay. The creative side of me hasn't had space to work lately. This blog and the videos on it won't be neglected by me forever).

The first video is in our old house and features Laurel playing with her little car that she got for her birthday. The second one is part two of our 100 part series on the renovation process. I can't remember when this one was taken, but our house is already looking different. Maybe I'll try to video an update tonight. Or maybe not. We'll see.

Some days we laugh...

and some days we cry. Here are a few pictures of Laurel expressing her sad/angry emotions over the past year. Due to lack of internet at home over the past two weeks, I've got some catching up to do. More pictures and videos coming soon!

Birthday Girl

In case you weren't able to join us for Laurel's party today, here are a few videos. (And, here are my confessions: we have been so busy moving that I had her present unwrapped in the backseat of the car yesterday...all of the sudden I heard music playing and realized she had discovered it and was pressing the buttons. AND...I bought her a card...but Jon and I haven't signed it yet. AND...her party was supposed to start at 11:30 and we showed up at 11:50. Okay, that's all of the confessions you get.)

Yay!

Today is a new day! In this video Laurel pretty much sums up how Jon and I are feeling. (And a few minutes after filming this video, Laurel took about 6-7 unassisted steps!)

Can I Come Back Tomorrow?

The other day I had to get a blood test. (Don't worry, I am not dying...and before you jump to conclusions, I am not pregnant. If you really must know, it was just a test to see if I'm immune to chicken pox).

An 11 year old boy also had to get some blood tests done (I don't think he's pregnant, either). When they called his name, they asked him if he would rather do the urine sample first or the blood tests. He opted to pee in a cup.

Then it was time to get his blood tests done. And it soon became very apparent to everyone in the waiting room that he was extremely scared of needles. He cried. He begged. He bargained. Then we all heard him say, "Can I come back tomorrow?" Those of us in the waiting room knew what he hadn't learned yet: tomorrow wouldn't make it any easier.

They called my name, they took my blood, and I left before his saga was over. I don't know if he finally faced the needle or if he convinced his mom to bring him back tomorrow. I hope, for his sake, that he just got it over with.

As much as we all know he'd be better off to face his fears rather than wait another day, I think most of us have moments in life when we respond in similar ways.

Like today, for example, when Jon told me he was going to have a sample of the dry wall tested to see if it contains asbestos. I might have pulled the neck of my shirt up over my head and proclaimed, "NOOOOOO." It was basically the emotional equivalent of sticking my fingers in my ears and yelling "I can't hear you!"

Please, not one more thing to worry about!

Unlike the boy who wanted to come back tomorrow, though, I would rather come back in a few weeks. I would be happy to go on vacation and come back when the floors are out of our house and the air has been tested and the bathroom is finished. (If any of you would like to send me on said vacation, I am not picky about a location).

But, as with most things in life, this is a battle that can only be won by trudging through it. I trust that things will look better on the other side. And I have to keep holding onto that hope, rather than worrying about what else might happen. In a month or so (maybe less, if I can dare to dream), these headaches will be gone. So, here's to July 23rd (a month from today).

Clapping for Emus...and other stories

We are in the midst of what feels like chaos. Our new house has the bathroom torn apart, some of the flooring torn up, the paneling taken off the walls, and a giant bookshelf removed (which revealed a need for new dry wall behind it). The house we're renting is filled with boxes. We discovered that our floor has asbestos in it, which is going to require some intentional care and caution to remove. And we need to get the electrical upgraded. We can't move in until the floors are done, nor can we move forward with any other projects until they're done. In a little over a week from today, we are supposed to move in. In the meantime, Laurel's first birthday is tomorrow, and Jon's family is all coming into town later this week to celebrate (and help us move). Oh, right, and I am marrying a couple in less than two weeks.

So, needless to say, there is plenty of opportunity to feel overwhelmed. And, believe me, I have had those moments.

But this past weekend we packed and moved boxes in between some family time. On Saturday morning we went to Wild Earth Bakery. This bakery has been a favorite of ours, but we hadn't been since they remodeled. If you live in Edmonton, you need to check out the renovations--it is such a great space (and we even found a place to sit on a Saturday morning, which used to be unheard of). And please, try their white chocolate raspberry scones.

On Sunday we celebrated Father's Day by taking a trip to the zoo. Laurel had her first taste of ice cream (she seemed to be a fan) and loved watching the animals. We sat in front the emus for a while. From my perspective, they are not as fun to watch as the monkeys, nor are they as impressive as the tigers. But Laurel loved them. She clapped and clapped for them. And as we were sitting there, watching her clap, I was struck by the goodness of my life. Right there by the emus, I had a moment of gratitude.

Ugh Oh

"Ugh Oh" is Laurel's new word to say. It's ridiculously cute when she says it. She'll drop something on the floor and say "ugh-oh." It seems an appropriate thing for her to say with our current situation. Jon's pink eye is back...ugh oh. We found asbestos in our house...ugh oh. We might have to rewire the house...ugh oh. Somehow when I hear it in her little voice, it makes everything seem a little brighter, especially when I see her shrugging her shoulders. Her "ugh oh"s help me put things in perspective because they aren't "woe is me, the world is ending" ugh ohs. They are "oops...oh well" ugh ohs. Things are what they are and we get to make decisions in how to respond.

So I've decided to approach things the way she does, with sweet little "ugh oh"s.

Here are a few pictures from our trip...just for fun.

Laurel met Ogopogo...

and got her picture taken with a pig...

and a goat.

It was cold in the mountains...

but Kelowna was beautiful.

And Laurel had fun with her cousin Maddie and Uncle O.

Our New House (Part One)

My apologies to Jenn--I promised this video last night, but last night I was too busy obsessing about whether or not we'd just exposed Laurel to asbestos. So, here is the first in our house renovations video series. We took possession yesterday and immediately started ripping things apart...kind of funny when I think back to a few months ago when Jon said, "I don't want a house that we're going to have to do work on before we move in."

We've already had three of our neighbors come over to introduce themselves. I think this is going to be a great neighborhood! Enjoy our first video. I'll post some pictures soon, as well.

Touchdown Jesus

There are so many things I could blog about this morning: more details from our trip, pictures of Laurel, the fact that we get possession of our house in A FEW SHORT HOURS.

But then I saw this, and how could I resist? We have driven by Touchdown Jesus many times on the way to my parents' house. It really was unbelievable--I'll leave it to you to guess whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. But TD Jesus is no more. There are so many potential jokes in this story...but I'll refrain.

Ride Report

So, if you read yesterday's blog, you know that we didn't do a three day, 100 km a day, bike trip. Instead, we camped in Banff and did two shorter rides. The first ride I did with my amazing sister-in-law, Pam (or Bernice, for short). Pam and I rode the Lake Minnewanka loop. It was a gorgeous ride. We met a big horned sheep and his kids, as well as a large elk. We stopped for a power bar at Two Jack Lake. It was a short, but great ride.

The next day, Jon and I biked to Lake Louise together. We rode the Bow Valley Parkway and faced a lot of climbs and a little rain. It was beautiful and had some really fun downhill sections. We stopped along the way for our peanut butter sandwiches. We met Pam and Owen and the kids at Lake Louise, although we didn't do the final climb to the lake--4 km of steep hills--and I was glad for that.

Pam and Owen rode back to Banff, and Jon and I drove the kids and our bikes back. Laurel and I were in our car and decided to take the Bow Valley Parkway home, instead of the highway. Here are a few things we saw on the way...