Friday, November 9, 2018

Autumn in Virginia

We've had an unusually rainy fall here, but in between cloudbursts and hurricane warnings, there have been some truly beautiful days, too! 

We signed Ryder up for soccer, but it's been canceled more often than not.  I wish we could get a refund on that, actually...  Even just fifty percent, since that's how many of the games have happened?
Yes, I'm too cheap to order the actual picture.  See Ryder in the front row on the right?

Ryder also had a class field trip.  I didn't go (since they won't let me bring Camille along), but I'm friends with one of the parents (who is also the soccer coach) who went, so I got these great pictures!

Ryder and his buddy Owen

Yay for Skyline Drive!

Who doesn't love a bus full of second-graders?
Also, Ryder is weird.

Colton also had a field trip that I didn't go on (but I'm friends with his teacher, too-- I'm telling you, it pays to be friends with people!).
On the hayride with Joseph and Walter

Also, Craig started building a tree house with the kids.  We were going to put it off for a bit until we had more time and money, but then we realized that we would NEVER have enough time and money, but the kids won't think this is fun and cool for much longer.  So why wait?

The main support beams




Our whole backyard is sloped, so one end of the treehouse is only about five or six feet up, but the other side is ten feet up!

There's Ryder helping Craig

And Kendra!

Colton drew this the following Monday-- I don't think anything could have pleased Craig more!

 And of course, we've been raking leaves...

Oh, how I love this picture!

And this one!

Totally buried!

I love sunlight shining through trees, and I love the view from my kitchen

This picture needs an explanation...  I've been continuing to exercise (clocked over 2,000 minutes on my Nike app!) and last Saturday, Bentley was working out with me, and then all the little kids decided to join us while we did mountain climbers.  They worked up a sweat and peeled off their sleeper pajamas, and then proceeded to exercise in their underwear.  I looked around and thought, "That got weird fast."  Craig got the receipts.
Doing squats.  In our underwear.
Ryder named that red tree "Shockey," I have no idea why.  I normally don't think too much about it, but it sure is lovely right now.  And with that shock of color, I guess it is aptly named as well!


Happy Autumn!

Halloween!

I was talking to another mom the other day and she summed it up perfectly: "When did Halloween become more stressful than Thanksgiving???"  Between trying to figure out costumes for all five kids and buying SO MUCH candy and carving pumpkins (and we only did one this year!) and all the parties...  Halloween wears me out.  My kids had fun and we all had a good time, but I'm relieved that it's over.  But without further ado, here are pictures from all the festivities...

First of all....  the carving!  We couldn't figure out a time when we'd all be together to do it, so Craig missed out.  That meant it was up to me to document it for him!
I like that Kendra put on her witch hat for the occasion!

Oh, Ryder...





Ryder wanted to be a zombie, and then that turned into a zombie cub scout.  Craig did an AWESOME job with his makeup, don't you think?  (My personal favorite is that crater in his forehead.)

Quinn very generously brought vampire teeth to share with Camille!

And Theo tried (unsuccessfully) to use them, too!

I didn't take any pictures at our church party, but this is from the neighborhood party the next day!  (We picked up an extra kid, Bentley's friend from our congregation who lives out in the middle of nowhere, and so enjoys getting to trick-or-treat in our neighborhood!)




They didn't do so well with the mummy wrapping contest, but Bentley did go on to win a container full of candy corns when he guessed within three how many were in it!




Notice here: a) Camille is trying not to cry; b) Ryder is staying in Zombie character (he won "scariest") c) Colton is ALSO very much in character; d) Bentley is supposed to be a bank robber, not anti-fa!
There's Camille running ahead!

Craig was busy running the haunted house and doing Ryder's makeup at our church party, which was held Tuesday night.  I didn't really see him the whole evening.  So I figured he could take kids trick-or-treating for the actual night and I could stay home and give out candy (and, of course, read my book in between doorbell rings), so that was great.

We survived another Halloween-- phew!!!

Philadelphia

Bentley is now 12 which means that he gets to pass the sacrament at church AND he gets a "limited access" pass to the temple!  So Craig and I were excited to finally take him to the temple with us. 
Bentley got a suit for his birthday (thanks, Mom and Dad!).  I told them to look like Boss Baby for this-- I think Ryder's Pikachu tattoo really adds to the look...

My little men

Unfortunately, the temple situation here is a big pain right now.  The DC temple is closed for 2 years for renovations (I heard they're replacing the HVAC and stuff?  and possibly the roof?).  Our next closest temple would be North Carolina, but it was also closed due to a mold problem.  Which means that for now (at least, until the new Richmond temple gets built!!!!!!), our closest temple is five hours away in Philadelphia.

But, of course, that wasn't going to stop Craig from getting us there.  He began scheming, and I filled in the gaps, and before we knew it, we had a pretty workable plan!  It helps, as always, that we have wonderful friends.  In this case, it was the Atkinsons in Manassas who helped make this all a really fun day.  They have three kids the same ages as three of our kids, so we begged them to come along, and not only did they agree to do so, Christina offered to watch all the kids so I could be inside the temple with Bentley.  So that was AWESOME of her.  Still not sure how I can ever repay her for that...

We left the house at 6am that Saturday, picked up the Atkinsons at 8, and DROVE.  Our appointment was for 12:30, but we got there early enough to drive around Philadelphia looking for parking for a bit before finally giving up and just being at the temple early.  Oh, well.  At least by then there was a parking spot in the temple garage!  (Which took me a lot of maneuvering and not a little sweating to get into, but I did it!)

Dwain, Craig, Bentley, Spencer, and I all filed inside.  They could use Dwain's Chinese skills so he got put him to work helping some Chinese members, and Craig helped the rest of us all do baptisms, so that was awesome.  The Philadelphia temple is really pretty, with lots of beautiful murals of the Susquehanna River and TONS of colonial details that feel right at home with history of the city.  So that was all really cool to see.  Apparently Christina took everyone back to the car and let them watch a movie on her phone while she napped.  PERFECT!

After we were done, we had to take pictures!


I like how both Bentley and Spencer are looking down for this shot-- they're buddies!

It was windy and chilly-- can you tell?

This was the best we got.  At least you get the idea!

By this point we were all getting hungry.  I would have been okay just driving to a rest area outside the city (I HATE city driving and Philly was awful for that), but Craig really wanted me to get to experience the Reading Terminal Market, so he finally just dropped Christina and me off with a few of the older kids (with very clear directions that I was to ENJOY IT and NOT STRESS OUT-- he knows me so well!).  He'd pointed me in the direction of MeltKraft, where they serve amazing grilled cheese sandwiches, so I ordered for all of us there.  On the way, we found this pig statue, which thrilled Ryder.

As Craig had promised, the food was delicious, and even better once Craig and Dwain and all the rest of the kids joined us.  Once we were all stuffed it was time to begin the drive home.  Another three hours got us back to Manassas, and that time flew by as Christina and I talked and talked.  I will never run out of stuff to talk about with her!  We'd planned on having dinner at Cafe Rio, but I was still full, so Craig got quesadillas for the kids while I drove past our old house (it looked great-- they've done WAY more with the landscaping than we ever did!) and then we took the Atkinsons home.  Since we'd skipped dinner, Craig and I stopped at the Moo-Thru and I got a milkshake, so that was delightful. 

Not entirely sure why I bothered vacuuming the car BEFORE the trip, except that I really didn't want to force Christina to sit on a bed of goldfish crackers...


We got home at 10pm.  Man, that was a LONG day.  But totally worth it.  I'm so glad we were able to go!  But I'm REALLY hoping that the DC temple will be up and running again by the time Kendra turns 12!

Friday, October 26, 2018

Return and Report

Our 10-day media fast finished last Friday, and yes, we DID watch quite a bit of TV that night and over the weekend!  But I also learned a lot, so I'm going to jot down my thoughts here so I (hopefully?) don't forget.


-Reading stuff on your phone is very different from reading a book.  I usually am of the opinion that all reading is good, but I learned that I am not the same person if you interrupt me when I'm reading a book versus on my phone.  Something about reading on your phone, you never know if the article will suddenly go away (or get taken over by a pop-up ad! 😡) or how long the article actually is.  Yes, you might try to guess based on how big the scroll bar thingy is, but you never really know if that's including all the advertisements at the end, or comments if you're the type to get sucked into reading those (YES, I am totally guilty of that!).  Or if there's going to be some OTHER fascinating article that you have to click on next...  (Guilty of that, too!)  So it's a double-edged sword, because I'll be annoyed that you're interrupting me and trying to put you off until I finish reading, but the fact is that I'll never really finish, because there will always be some next thing to click on to keep me reading.  With my book, on the other hand, I can see very clearly that there's still 300 pages left to go (currently reading Hawaii by James A. Michener, so that's not an exaggeration!), there's absolutely no chance that I will finish it in the next five minutes, so I don't really mind being interrupted.  (Note that this is not true if I'm in the last 20 pages of a book.  Then you'd better just leave me alone.)

So if I'm reading a book, I'm a lot less grumpy over interruptions.  Less grumpy me = better mommy.  This is good to be aware of.


-As much as I want to be an informed voter, the fact is, it may not actually be all that important.  It sort of pains me to say this, but it's true.  I'm not saying you shouldn't be an informed voter!  (Although Michele Obama just said that that was a-okay, so even if I were saying that, you still couldn't get mad at me.)  But it turns out that I have never once voted on abortion.  Or gay marriage.  Or health care.  Or the legalization of marijuana.  I didn't vote on Kavanaugh.  None of those issues have ever been on my ballot.  My state didn't swing the way I voted in the last three presidential elections.  So me obsessively following these issues probably doesn't matter a whole lot.  I will still vote, and I'll still research the issues before election day, but I don't need to turn all obsessive over it all.  My vote only counts as much as the next idiot guy over and none of the policy makers care that much about my opinions.


-TV is fun, but it's also a big time suck.  I know that sounds like the most obvious statement ever, but hear me out here: something about Netflix and the fact that there are SO MANY GREAT SHOWS to watch (ELEVEN SEASONS of Frasier!!!!) makes me want to watch as much as I possible can, all the time.  You might even say that I "binge" on my favorite shows.  (Call me crazy!)  I adore Frasier and think it's a marvelous show.  But it's not going away.  I don't need to watch three episodes or more at night to feel like I got my money's worth with my Netflix subscription.  Calm down.  Breathe.  Crack open that book.

Not watching tv for a bit gave me a lot more time to do my other night-time chores (dishes, packing lunches-- boring stuff that needs to get done) without panicking or feeling aggravated because I was missing out.  And that was a nice feeling.  I like my book.  I like not feeling rushed.  I felt better.

-I don't need to be on my phone before the kids leave for school.  The very first day we were doing this, my morning was markedly different: I got up, made lunches for the kids, and then I just sat on the couch for a bit and DIDN'T STARE AT MY PHONE.  And then the usual thing happened: the kids kept finding papers in their bags that I needed to sign or they wanted to show me, and I calmly looked at and signed everything and it was no big deal.  But I realized that normally this feels like a very aggravating process (because my default setting in the morning is grumpy).  But without the phone, I didn't really mind.  And I thought to myself, There is nothing on that phone that can't at least wait until they've left for school.  Nothing.  

So I'm trying to keep the phone put away until they're gone.  That's easier for everyone. 


So there you go!  Lessons learned!  Let's see if I can remember them or if we'll have to do this all over again in a few months!

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Newspaper Article

This was published in the Wall Street Journal back in August, and my sweet mother-in-law cut it out and sent it to us.  And I loved it.  I didn't want to throw it away.  So I'm copying it here so I can keep it forever.  I hope you enjoy it, too!



Yes, We Really Do Want to Have a Fifth Child  
Why have a big family?  Glad you asked.
by Mark Oppenheimer

In about a week, my wife and I are expecting our fifth child. Among people we know, this makes us a bit odd. We are not typical candidates for a minivan-filling brood. We are not conservative traditionalists—not Orthodox Jews, old-school Catholics or Mormons. Nor are we lefty counterculturalists. We have no aversion to birth control, chemical or otherwise. We’re pretty basic, middle-class HBO-watchers. My idea of living on the edge is refusing to give up soda.

So why all the children? Until recently, nobody would have asked. In 1976, 40% of mothers age 40 to 44 had four or more children. Today, only 13% do, and when it comes to mothers with graduate degrees (like my wife), only 8%. When people hear our news, they often tilt their heads, nod and say “Great, great,” with the look you give your friend who just got engaged to a man she met online last week.

For us, there is no one reason. The simplest answer, “We think five will be better than four,” is true, but it’s a bit of a dodge. So, speaking for myself (my wife would put things differently, I’m sure), here are some reasons why I wanted a fifth child:

Because every one of our four children has improved my life. Each brought a special joy, an irreducible quirk, a unique, surprising eccentricity. I know that our fifth child (our first boy, as it happens) will do the same.

Because I’m not overwhelmed yet. I am tired, to be sure, but not as tired as most of the doctors or corporate lawyers I know.

Because somebody should have lots of children. There should be families of all sizes. I value diversity. I like living among people of varied races, family structures, gender identities, abilities and religions. (And I wish my New Haven community had more diverse politics.) It seems to me that a neighborhood should have some ridiculously big families.

Because five isn’t that ridiculous, actually. My grandfather was one of eight, my grandmother one of 10.

Because I want there to be more Jews in the world. My people suffered a huge demographic catastrophe within my parents’ lifetime, and I like the idea of doing my small part to repair that damage.

Because with a big family, I never have to feel guilty about the clutter. When the children are off to college, I’ll clean up.

Because the further I get from being able to afford college for my children, the less I worry about it.

Because now I know what I’m doing until I am 62 and the nest is empty. I’ll be raising children. No matter what happens with my career, no matter what my fortunes are, and even if I never get around to finding a hobby, I’ll feel busy and full of purpose.

Because even if I never get grandchildren, our Thanksgiving table will still be crowded.

Because my 11-year-old likes poker, and for that she needs more players.

Because I’m scared of being alone, and the more children, the more chance that somebody who loves me will be nearby.

Because when I think of those countries where birthrates are so low that nobody has siblings any more, I get sad.

Because, in a country that does so little to enable parents to be with their babies, I am that rare father or mother who can take a lot of time away from work.

Because, not being inclined to rock-climbing, microdosing or day-trading, I need something a little risky.

Because my wife is beautiful pregnant.

Because having children has made our marriage stronger.

Because I’m going to weep like a baby when, next week, I drop off my youngest daughter for her first day of kindergarten. And it will help if I know it’s not my last first day of kindergarten.

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Because, in general, people should do what they want to do. People who don’t want children should be proud and unashamed in living child-free, and people who want two should stop at two, and people who want five dogs should lead a barkful life. And those of us who want five children should have them.