Wednesday, September 29, 2010

procrastination

I think all I do is clean/pickup my house, and then redo it, and then do it some more.  And it's always the same things over and over.  It's starting to feel like a major hamster wheel.  I think I need to learn how to put things away when I'm done using them instead of letting everything get messed up and then cleaning it ALL up again, over and over.  Not my strong suit (and I'm passing it onto my kids...sigh).

So, in the 15 minutes in which both of them are sleeping, I will NOT clean up today, but instead take a moment to record some Asher facts since it's so easy to record the Owenisms and skip over Asher sometimes (in no way an indication that he is less loveable or wonderful!).

Asher is 14 months old as of yesterday, and he is now FAST.  Everyone comments on how good on his feet he is for his age.  It's true...a big brother for a role model tends to accelerate these things.  He is a little monkey, and climbs on everything he can.  Yesterday I caught him on top of the dining table, having crawled up a chair and then onto the table.  Owen never did that :}  He climbs up on couches, Owen's bed, rocking chair, stepstool in the kitchen, etc.  I have to watch him like a hawk because he is not able enough to not be a danger to himself yet.  I debated playpen-training him early on, and knew in the back of my head it would be a good idea, but got lazy and didn't do it.  I may yet start with a few minutes at a time and build up in order to be able to do *something* other than full-time toddler-monitoring all day.

Asher is Mr. Personality a lot of the time.  He drops everything and starts dancing at the slightest hint of music...even me humming, or an electronic tune from a toy.  It's super-cute.  Often the dancing is accompanied by belly-laughing that he can turn on and off like a switch.  His new trick in groups of people is to run around flailing his arms, dancing, and belly laughing to get everyone to laugh at him.  Which they do :)  A little ham!  I am amazed at how he interacts with us, but especially with Owen.  His social skills are waaaaaay beyond where Owen's were at the same age.  His eye contact is extraordinary, and he really engages and understands what's going on in a given situation.  He knows when something's funny, scary, silly or sad, and knows how to play the room.  Along with that, his fussing/tantrum/manipulating skills have gone through the roof, and that is a new challenge that mommy is struggling to rise up to.

Expressive language has stalled...almost to a concerning point...but we may be back on an upswing.  Perhaps he's been so physical the speaking has been on the back burner.  It has been hard to get him to say anything at all.  But just recently I hear more mama's, and a few other words he attempts here and there.  He did some animal sounds this morning, and says 'more' now and then.  A lot of his cute words from early on seem to be gone.  Signing is better...does 'all done' and 'more' pretty consistently and that helps a lot with highchair mini-tantrums.  Receptive language is showing itself to be pretty strong.  He gets a lot of what's being said around him, and if I say 'It's naptime everybody!  Let's go upstairs!' he heads right for the stairs.  He DEFINITELY knows 'no' and is about 60/40 with obedience when he is called out about a no-no.  He is perfectly awful about crying at my heels in the kitchen whenever I try to get something done.  The little emperor wants me at his eye level or lower at all times, so I can be on the floor, or he can be in my arms, otherwise there's a lot of fussing in the kitchen.  We've just gotten the pack and play out, and may be starting some time-outs for these tantrums soon.  I remember that the time-out doesn't really work on this issue, but at least he is getting the message that mommy's in charge, and I can get a minute's break to take something out of the oven, etc. while he's in the pen.  This is our hardest issue.  I just don't think carrying him the entire time I'm preparing food is reasonable or smart.

This child loves his daddy!  Owen was always mommy-centric, and Asher has his moments, but Asher cries when Daddy leaves in the morning.  It is sweet!  He LOVES to play with us, and to wrestle on the bed, be tickled, etc.  He is truly a joyful little soul, and a sweetheart.  His smile lights up the room.

Owen and Asher together are edibly adorable in their best moments.  They hug, wrestle, laugh and love each other so much.  It turns to violence in the blink of an eye, but it's more than worth the low moments to see the highs.  I am so eager to help and encourage them in their lifelong friendship, and always wondering how best to do that.  Let them work things out on their own more and come to more self-determined compromises (as long as violence isn't involved)?  Intercede, control and teach civility more?  Which way will lead to better learning?  The jury is out, although at the moment the tendency toward violence is common enough that I need to step in more often than not.  My favorite times have got to be when Asher lights up Owen, and gets him laughing.  Reminds me of my little sis and I having a laughing attack together!!

Asher loves running around just in his diaper and gives me fits about getting dressed.  But once his clothes are on, he's all proud of them and prances around and struts his stuff.  He quiets down instantly in the car if music is turned on, and hates nurseries of all types.  He is a decent eater if he's hungry, and throws food and skinnies out of his highchair the moment he's done (new highchair with straps on order).  Bark mulch is as yummy as it comes, but now at home when he finds little 'yuckies' on the ground, he brings them to me as gifts.  If Owen has anything, he wants one.

Asher is a precious member of our family, and has increased the joy factor in our home by a lot.  We love that little guy!!


addendum:  Nearly forgot the item that initiated posting...when I put Asher down in his crib at bedtime, he lays on his back smiling and waits for me to get Mr. Moo-Cow, and I kiss the cow, then press Mr. Moo-Cow's mouth to Asher's cheek and make kissy noises.  And repeat.  Asher get's kisses from head to toe and soaks them up while wearing a big smile.  Then I lay Mr. Moo-Cow next to Asher and say night-night.  The game right now is that Asher picks him up, holds him up in the air and says 'Mo!' (more).  So he gets another round.  He gets two rounds of 'Mo!' and then I say all done and leave for the night.  It's a sweet little ritual we have :)

Monday, September 27, 2010

preschool

Owen continues to LOVE preschool.  Last night at bedtime I told him that in the morning it would be preschool day!  He sat up and his wheels started turning. 
"Mommy, what will the color of the day be?" 
I don't know, Owen!  We'll have to find out tomorrow.
"Will it be red?  That's my FAVORITE color!"
I'm not sure.  I might be red or it might be something else.
[jumping on his knees on his bed]  "I can't WAIT to find out what it will be!!"

Boy, preschool is fun times!  He runs straight for the class and I can't even get a goodbye hug or kiss out of him if I wait until the door opens to ask for one.  This is a good thing :)

Upon pickup today, "Mommy, it was OOOORAAAANGE!!!"

Last week's report from the teacher when asked how it went included a mild sputtering sound, a little 'heh-heh' and some comments about how young he is, and just learning the rules, and some trouble sharing.  He's actually been pretty good about sharing in most venues other than home, so I think he was just testing to see if the rules are the same in this new place.  We talked about that this past week at opportune moments.  This week, I heard that he did considerably better and that Mrs. Chris thought he had grown up quite a bit in 3 weeks.  Then she told me that we have a smart cookie on our hands because Owen was answering all the circle time questions while all the other kids just sort of stared at her blankly (That's what she said!  I'm not an exaggerating mother!).  She asked if anyone knew another name for 'fall' and Owen piped up 'autumn'!  And she was asking them questions about what happens outside to the trees and Owen explained that leaves turn into colors and then fall down on the ground and we rake them all up off the grass!  Cute.  He is in quite a good mood when he comes home, and all full of independence.  I think it's been a really good thing for him.   

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Ah.

Just looking back at some old photos.  Noticed something interesting...Asher's been wearing these pants and shoes that Owen has on in this picture (just a wee bit of editing for the fun of it...should have edited his outfit so it matched while I was at it!).  Asher's on an afternoon nap strike right now for the past 3 days and making me crazy (he yawns, he needs the sleep, he plays in the crib for 20 minutes, then commences the screaming and total nap skippage).  Maybe it's just the age.  I've weathered it before, I can do it again (keep repeating).

Video Watching

Owen's normal routine allows him to watch one video in the morning starting when Asher goes down for his morning nap and I go for a shower, until I'm done.  Well, I'm no saint.  Now and then, the appeal of coming downstairs freshly showered, with energy to get some things done and finding the elder child plugged into media and therefore rendered need-less, whine-less, and underfoot-less...well, I succumb to the temptation to leave him there too long while I do dishes, make phone calls, etc.  I try not to do it too often.  Today I was not so strong.  I think I left him watching for a solid hour and a quarter before I went in and found him watery-eyed, irritable, and totally glued.  Sometimes I'll ask him, "Is your brain turning into jello yet?" just to give him a heads-up that the session is about to end, and to send the message that too much TV probably isn't a great idea.  Today when I finally retrieved him from TV-land, it was clear what had happened and I pronounced the judgment, "Well Owen, this time your brain has definitely turned to jello!  Enough TV, we need to go do something."  He didn't put up a fight, but came over and hung on my leg in the kitchen and turned some sad eyes up to me and said, "Mommy? [pause] Are people going to try to eat my brain now?"  Ha!  "No Owen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that your brain turned into real jello.  I just meant that watching too much TV makes you feel like you have a wiggly jiggly brain that doesn't work very well.  As soon as we go get started doing something other than watching TV your brain will get back to normal again right away!"  Much relieved, Owen helped me make some yummy hamburger bun dough in the bread machine :)

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Truck Day

Today after church (and our first time teaching 3 year old Sunday School...fun, but busy!) was touch-a-truck day in a nearby town.  I was underwhelmed, but the boys had a good old time.  Except when Owen totally freaked out after one too many seriously loud honks from the semis.  (Kids were climbing in and out of the cabs and wailing on the horns.  I was getting a bit tired of it myself.)  Owen was most fascinated with the cranes, and Asher was happy to skip the trucks for the most part and just do some serious boogy-ing to the music pumping over the speakers from the gazebo in the center of the common.  He was getting plenty of attention for all his adorable moves.  He has become an insatiable dancer...just can't help but stop and stomp his foot, bend and the waist and flail the arms whenever he hears *any* music.



Owen sharing his after-first-day-of-preschool ice cream (Asher comes up for bites of Owen's snacks routinely, and Owen is really a good sharer).

Gave Asher a yogurt and a spoon, then naively walked away.

Walking with his popper.

Bedtime Snapshot Sunday, Sept. 19, 2010

Running late
Yes, you can bring rest of pizza crust upstairs while I start bath
Start trek to bathroom
Book distraction
Asher wants to go back down
Asher mini-fit
Asher in tub and happy
Owen get your clothes off
Old Windex bottle filled with water distraction
Owen in tub eating pizza crust
Owen sprays Asher in the eyes
Asher cries
Bottle gone
Owen cries
2 boys giggling
2 boys want to sit near faucet
Referee mom
The washing
The drying
The running around naked
The diaper
The pull up
The jammie process (with distractions)
Read a book
Read a Bible story
Jealousy over sharing mom's lap
Daddy steps in
Praying together
Oops, need a potty break and a new pull-up
Talking about the day, talking about tomorrow
Rocking
Turn on music
Turn on nightlight
Owen in bed with protests
Threat of losing blanket
Pat head
"Mommy, I have a question..."
"Owen, you need to get a good night's sleep so you can have a good day at preschool tomorrow!"
"Will there be paint?  Will there be instruments in the instrument box?"
"Yep, I bet there will be."
"Mommy, have a good sleep.  You need a good sleep so you can drive me to preschool tomorrow."
"OK Owen, I love you, night night."
Shut door.
Make husband a calzone while managing busy Asher
Do dishes
Upstairs again
Nurse Asher
Book for Asher
Song for Asher
Night-night Asher
Close door.
THUMP THUMPEDY THUMP
Open other door.
"Owen, lay down.  It is time to sleep.  If I see you out of bed again, there will be trouble."
"What kind of trouble mommy?"
[Silence.]
"Mooommmmy, I can't sleeeeep when it's still day outside!!"  (No nap today...VERY tired boy from short previous night, already overtired in fact and needs to be asleep an hour ago)
Put beach towels over blinds
"No more funny business.  Good night, I love you."
Downstairs.
Finish kitchen cleaning.
"MOOOOMMMMY!!!!"
"What is WRONG Owen???"
"I need to go poooootttty!"
"You are always allowed to get out of bed to go potty.  You do not need to call me."
"But I like you always around when I go potty after bedtime"
[Grrrr.]
Potty.
"Get back in bed!  Goodnight!"
More time.  Take laundry to basement.
[Loud squealing!!!!]
"Owen, I think I need to take your blanket."
[Sees bawling kid and messy shirt and drool everywhere.
"Mommy, my lips were red and hurting and I put this lotion on my hands and my lips to help them and then it got in my mouth and I don't feel very good at AAALLL!!!"
"Oh Owen, you need to use Chap Stick, not lotion, for lips."
Clean up, change shirt, more spitting, drink of water, find chap stick, back to bed.
"Fank you Mommy"
"You're welcome Owen, I love you.  Night night"
And...sleep.

Ahh.    I wonder why I don't feel like doing any of the 357 jobs that I have on my list once the kids are in bed!!  This took place between 5:15pm and a little before 7pm...I know many people have hairier bedtime struggles than we do.

I'm not complaining one bit...this is a great privilege, and I know it :)  Love these boys.  But it is a marathon!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Flix

Owen Vs. Zucchini

The Asher Dance...or...It's Official, He's a White Boy

Funny

Last night at bedtime on a rare night when the whole family sat together on the floor in Owen's room...

Me:  Okay, Owen, it's time for your last song.  What song would you like to pick?
Owen:  Umm, I don't want any songs I know.  I want a NEW song!
Me: [exhausted by this semi-frequent request] Well, how about 'This little light...'
Owen:  I know that one!
Me:  Okay fine. [making up song]

There once were two little booooys,
Who lived in a little yellow houuuuse.
They lived in the town of [removed for privacy],
And their names were Bruce and Wayne.

Well, Bruce was a three year oooold,
And Wayne, he was only oooone.
Bruce and Wayne loved to play togeeeether,
And they liked to share all their toys.

Bruce had yellow haaaiiir,
and Wayne, his hair was brooown.
Their mom and dad loved them very muuuch,
And they always, always will.

Reuel:  Who was that song about??  Who is this Bruce fellow?
Owen: [giggling]  Owen!
Reuel:  Well, who is Wayne??
Owen:  Wayne just walked out of the room.

And indeed he had!

Monday, September 13, 2010

preschool

We decided to give Owen a go at one day of preschool per week this fall, and I just dropped him off this morning.  He has certainly stayed in nursery/childcare settings before in churches (where I'm in the building too), but I have to say it is a WEIRD feeling to have him 10 minutes drive away for 3 whole hours!!  I know that sounds really silly, but we've been pretty much attached at the hip since birth, what can I say.  He was NOT excited when it was time for me to leave, and started throwing a fit.  But he did calm down before he got going (it took a bit of a bribe from me whispered in his ear), and I was able to say goodbye without too much incident.  I hope that's the worst of it, and he ends up loving it.  The teachers seem great, and the room was wonderful, just the right amount of enticing visuals without being overwhelming, and very orderly.  I can't wait for noon to see how it went!

Update:  He loved it!!!  Great teachers, great setting, he had tons of fun and now wants to go every day.  I love that moment when he saw me and yelled MOMMY and came running for a hug.  May he do it when he's 18.  ;)

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Do you hear what I hear?

One more note after Owen's bedtime.  I put Owen in bed tonight after our talking time (I think this boy's love language is quality time/conversation.  He comes to life when I spend dedicated time rocking and talking to him about life and how much I love him, how things work, concepts about God, memories of our day and what was good and what could be better tomorrow, etc.  I love those sweet sessions.  I tell him he is my favorite Owen and I will always, always love him, and he gives me a big kiss on the lips, and pats my arm and says, 'I love you so much too mommy.  You are my special mommy.'  Melt.).  After a bit of a struggle and the normal resistance to turning in, he gave in and laid down, then giggled and said, 'Sometimes the rocking chair talks to me.'  What???, say I.  Owen continues, 'Sometimes it says, 'Rock to market.  Rock to market.  Rock to market.'  I say, 'Oh, you mean when it creaks?'  'Yeah!  It says that to me.' 

Reuel and Owen go biking together now and then...last couple nights they've driven to a big, safe cul-de-sac down the road and had some long, fun rides.  Reuel told me (after I told him the above story) that Owen tells him, 'Daddy, when I'm riding, my bike makes music!'

New England boy

I can tell you one thing Reuel and I didn't know how to do at the ripe old age of three...how to eat a lobster.  Owen got his first lobster-picking lesson today and he thought it was quite fun.  At 4.99 a pound (and that's not the lowest the price has been), it hardly deserves the status of a treat at the moment.  I was struggling with exactly how to answer all his questions about the lobster being dead, and where the lobster's family lived (nothing like a kid's questions to make you reconsider the question of vegetarianism).  I thought maybe Owen was feeling sad about the lobster, and then he wielded the meat pick and stabbed it through the shell repeatedly without a moment's hesitation.  I guess I was the only one feeling tender toward the fellow.  At one point, Owen was scared of the lobster's face, and I held it up so we could have a close look at it and see that it wasn't scary.  Oh my gosh, it is scary!!  It's like some horrible creature from The Matrix, but organic rather than mechanical, which makes it that much worse!  Totally horror movie-worthy.  I guess I've tried not to look too closely when eating lobster in the past.  We started pulling the meat out from the tail:

Owen:  Mommy, why doesn't the lobster have blood?
Me:  Well, I'm not sure if lobsters have red blood like people do.  But he's cooked and there's no blood right now, I guess.
Owen:  [seeing the white meat]  Oh, lobsters have chicken inside of them!  I'm going to get you out all that chicken, Mommy.  I didn't know lobsters were made out of chicken!

At the dinner table...
Reuel:  Owen, do YOU want to try a bite of lobster meat?
Owen:  No.  I don't like it.
Reuel:  Have you tried it?  Green eggs and ham!
Me:  You could just lick a piece first...
Owen:  [Licking gingerly]  I *DO* like it!   Chomp, chomp.
Me:  It's kind of sweet.
Owen:  It's just like dessert!  [Grabs handful of meat from bowl and runs over to me]  Here mommy, try some!

 
As a final note, Asher was pretty willing to chomp down some cauliflower at supper tonight.  When you dip it in flour, then egg, then panko crumbs, then deep fry it, it goes down pretty easy ;)

BOO! 
 

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Camping and [Not] Resting

Owen took a nice nap one day over Labor Day weekend, so we prepared for our mommy/son campout (these days when Owen catches a nap, he is up til 9pm+, so a nap was going to be essential so I didn't have to go to bed with him in broad daylight in a tent at 6:30)!  The excitement was palpable!

We had campfire with the neighbors, hot dogs, smores and all.  Asher went to bed.  We got our books, our lanterns, our sleeping bags, topped up the air mattress and settled in for the night.  Don't forget extra socks and sweatshirts just in case (overnight temp 49F).

Oh, we had such fun snuggling and reading and telling stories and looking up at the stars.  Then, it was bedtime; we were both tired.  Well, a tent and a mommy beside him were just too much for little O.  He wouldn't lay down, and just kept saying, 'Mommy, I fink we need to go sweep in our bed now.'  I tried many a turn of logic, a few appeals and lots of assurances of what fun it would be to stay in the tent.  Nope.  He would not be budged!  Inside it was.  Maybe next year we'll make it til morning ;)

In the meantime, the tent is was great fun as a playspace last week!


Well, nap time is almost nonexistent for Owen these days, but we do have an enforced rest time.  Whoa, has it been a struggle...Owen doesn't relish being left in his room for an hour and a quarter with only books and a few toys.  This week he got smart.  Suddenly he stopped resisting me (well, not nearly as much) and in place of intermittent whining and clunking around, all I hear is complete silence.  Any mom knows that the absence of sound is the presence of trouble.  He is no longer in the field of my video monitor.  I contemplate...to stop whatever mischief he's executing, or to relish a quiet, whine-less hour to myself, and to let him self-soothe and solve his boredom problem by finding something to do that excites him.  I pick the latter.  The result is that he has basically trashed his room every day this week.  I haven't figured out what to do about this exactly.  I've been hesitant to provide him interesting rest time activities in the past, because I actually hold on to the hope he might catch a nap if not overstimulated (which I really must give up on at this point)...so perhaps I need to start providing some non-room-trashing alternatives to keep him resting and in his room.  That said, it has been hilarious to see what he's come up with.  Yesterday I walked in to a very bright eyed and excited child who said with all sincerity, 'MOMMY!  I climbed up on TOP of my dresser!  Aren't you proud of me that I could do that??!'  This is about a 4.5 ft. high dresser.  Today...

Read:  I am very proud of myself that I have removed every object from every closet in my room, and I am wearing entirely different clothes than I had on at the start of this little session!

What better use for a bag of polyfil pillow stuffing?  Pull it out of the bag and onto the changing table in imagination-filled play in which stuffed bears eat it!  Owen has a bear (the Baylor-colored bear that mommo sewed for Asher) that he is mommying as well as any 3 year old girl these days.  The bear gets baths, eats pillow stuffing, and Owen wraps him in a blanket and sings ABCs to him before laying him down for naps in a portable file box and putting a kitchen towel over him for a blanket.  When Owen found the bag of pillow stuffing, he brought it to me and said, "Mommy, I know what these letters on this bag say.  They say:  Bears are allowed to eat this fluff."

I wondered how the music coming over the monitor kept changing.  I was afraid to find out.  When I walked in, it became clear.

Granted, taking pictures of all of this does not send the message that the vandalism is frowned-upon, and may egg him on a bit.  But I couldn't help myself.  Won't I cherish the picture someday far more than one day's effort to curb such cuteness?  He did, however, have to clean every bit of it up, which he was not excited about :}

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Minivan

Mentioned it in the last post, but we did it.  We have the mom-mobile in our possession, a 2007 Honda Odyssey with 20k miles (wow, you save so much money buying a newer used car in good shape than a new one...amazing).  Now, about 10 different mom friends assured me that even though I was very against the thought of driving a minivan, I would be soon won over and think it the best thing ever and love it.

I'm waiting.

The thing that has definitely been wonderful so far is that we were able to bring home a load of 10' 2x4s last week without any trouble.  That was nice!  But as far as more convenient with the kids, etc.  I guess I don't see it yet.  Yes, the sliding doors are nice, but I'm not sure if that one plus outweighs the minuses of feeling like I'm driving a BUS, being very far away from the kids, and them being far away from each other because the thing is so BIG, a much more scratchable exterior vs. my rugged plastic-bumpered-on-all-4-sides CRV (which I previously used as a gate at the edge of the hilly driveway), and a trunk door so enormously large and heavy it is hard to close one-handed.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining.  It is a beautiful vehicle (and has seat warmers...um, awesome).  And now we can tote around visiting family and kids all together, which is beyond great.  I'm just saying that I'm not really sold on it as such a significant help in my day-to-day normal life.  Maybe it will just take some more time to grow on me ;)

As far as Reuel the daredevil...well, we were scheduled to leave for family camp on Wednesday at noon.  Reuel went to the dealership where we saw the car online, and bought it on Monday night at closing time.  All of Tuesday and Wednesday morning was spent in frustrating attempts to wire money from our account to pay for the car (isn't it odd that it is harder to get people your money than to take a loan of their money?).  The status of the transaction at camp departure time on Wednesday was that the money had been successfully wired, but could take unpredictable hours to clear the federal reserve and land in the dealership's bank account.  No big deal, I packed our other car and insisted that we leave for Maine!!  Reuel, however, really wanted to finish this thing, and pick up the car.  Mind you, the suburb where he bought it was 1 hour's drive in the opposite direction of Maine.  So, I'm thinking...add 2 hours of driving time to our already 3 hour trip to Maine with non-driving-loving kids, and potentially walk away with no minivan?  No WAY!!  I submitted to my husband.  (Take note, that is not always my strong suit, and I did admirably well that day.)

We drive up to the dealership and nope, the money is not here yet!  Reuel chats with the salesman while the kids run around and convinces him to go check again.  10 minutes later he's back, and the money has just arrived.  Registration, quick inspection, and we drive to Maine with room to spare (the Mazda was packed to the gills).

This is really not that fantastic of a story, but it shares a little of my husband's modus operandi, and how things seem to work out for him.  He was really very brave, potentially having to deal with 2 whiny kids and a whiny wife who drove 2 hours out of the way for nothing, and who would've had to return shortly after camp to retrieve the van.

Now we have a very old, very falling apart CRV to try to sell, that we not-so-smartly put too much money into repairing recently.  Hope someone wants to buy it.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Offline

Barely a moment's pause lately to record happenings...here are some headlines...

Swint family throws off all remaining hints of pre-children life and succumbs to a minivan (and reluctant female driver is now trying not to cry)

Great minivan acquisition takes place and is pulled off within seconds of deadline for family camp departure due to husband's ability to laugh at risk in the face (more story to come)

Upon return from family camp, Swints fear they have been hosed by a used car dealer.

No, the oil cap was just loose and that's why there was a puddle of oil in your driveway.  Indeed, the van is in perfect shape.

Family camp is 100% blast, all Swints sad to return home to normal life.

Youngest Swint charms masses by busting out his best dance moves...with vigor...during family camp song time.  Youngest Swint also baptized in Echo Lake, Maine!

Blonder Swint attempts to charm ladies (usually 1-2 years older than himself) by forcibly holding their hands during various family camp events.  When denied this pleasure, grabbing them around the wrists and holding on for dear life suffices.

Unthinkingest Swint (aka Mommy) makes giant blunder by buying tent today and promising yard campout with son on night of tropical weather likely to hit.  Extensive disappointment on horizon.

Mommy gets record 21 mosquito bites on foot while unloading van after arriving home.  Night of 1.25 hours sleep...THAT'S IT!!!...follows.  Ick.

Well, that's just a taste of what we've been up to.  I'll put some pix below.  Turns out we took hardly any pictures during camp.  Most of what we have are from the daily family small group meetings where we reenacted various Bible stories and made comic strips out of the pictures (the year's theme was superheroes of the Bible)

Elisha, Gehazi, and the Shunamite (sp?) woman...of course!

Owen with one of his girlfriends (there were several), Lily:


Any ideas...?  Umm, I wasn't at this meeting (Reuel was), I have no idea.  Which story has a human sacrifice by crazy people?

Hmm.

Baptism!

Sharing our story. 


Pastor Kris wields the plastic camp pitcher. 

Asher on one of his many tears across the gym floor.  This is a social child...understatement!!  He LOVED the meetings.  Family camp is great because kids are not expected to sit still.  They dance, run, etc, etc.
And again, no idea.

I'm guessing here...praising God??  Or wait...receiving manna??

End of family camp ruckus...sad to leave.

**Gross alert**  Can you believe this?

New tent!  Played all day in it.

To bed with me.  This isn't much detail, but at least I got something down before it's too forgotten!