On bunkbeds and best friends...

The big news around here is the bunkbeds that Ashley and Hannah moved into about a week ago. We have had entire songs created and sweet bedtime prayers of thanks devoted to their new bunkbeds! Ashley sleeps on top, and is overwhelmed by her good fortune and how amazingly big she must be to be trusted up there. :-) (I never would have thought a not-quite-4-year-old could sleep on the top bunk, but she has a guard rail the whole length of the bed and is actually a motionless sleeper!)

Hannah seems perfectly delighted with her lower bunk, and I love how little children are so excited and thankful for the things they're given that they don't think to wish for more...it hasn't seemed to occur to Hannah that she might wish she could be on top.

They really, really love their bunkbeds. :-) And finally, Bethany has also graduated -- she is now a big girl and the very proud owner of a toddler bed. After almost four years, we no longer have a crib in our house!

The girls all share a bedroom now, and I love having them all together. It seems like perfection, tucking my precious girls in together at night, praying for them to have a sweet sleep in the same breath that I pray they will always be best friends and share their lives together. It is strange but wonderful to watch our children growing up like this!

Livin' the Life!

Here in smalltown USA, everybody smiles and waves, every stranger is assumed to be a friend, and nobody locks their doors. (The previous renter of our house told us, "We never locked a door the whole time we lived there, day or night!") There is no suspicion toward anyone, and no concern about being taken advantage of by your neighbors. It is completely foreign to my previous mindset and the way people act toward each other back home, but I like it, and I'm trying to embrace it. My new outlook was tested today, however, when my doorbell rang and I opened the door to a long-haired, creatively pierced teen with a spaced-out look on his face. "Assume the best!" I chided myself internally as I pasted on a questioning smile. "People are friendly here, he's not going to bite!"

Then he opened his mouth and it was all I could do not to burst out laughing. If you've seen the kids' movie "Finding Nemo", the best description I can give is that this guy was the human version of Crush, the sea turtle/surfer bum in the movie.

"Dude!" He greeted me happily. "So how're you doing and everything?"

He lounged to the side as he talked, feet and hands moving rhythymically to a beat that only he could hear. As I stared at him in amazement, he continued,

"Check this out, you get to help me out today! See, I'm in a program that'll send me to college, which is a totally sweet place to go, ya know? Like, if I just do the program, then I get a scholarship to go, and I mean dude! That's the best plan for the future, ya know? So did you go to college and everything?"

Biting the inside of my cheek to keep back my laughter, I informed him seriously that so far I've done more of the "everything" part of that question than the "college" part, as I'm only partway through my degree but I'm married with three little girls. Pure delight took over his face.

"Ahhh, dude, you're livin' the life! For real! I mean, that's why I need to go to college, just to live the life. So like, do you love it?"

Strangely comfortable and greatly enjoying the encounter, I told him how we'd just moved to town and that I do, indeed, love my incredibly beautiful life. With a big grin he put his fingers to his temple and closed his eyes.

"Check it out, I'm psychic! I've got it, I've got it, you're from...Washington! Am I totally right?!"

Smiling wryly as I glanced at my Washington license plate on the car a few feet away from him, I told him that his talent was astonishing, and then tried to direct him back to his purpose in coming.

"Right, so I totally just get to travel around the country this summer and have people buy these magazines and books and everything from me," from nowhere he produced a list of various magazines, "and when they do, I get points, and when I get points, I get to have my scholarship, and start livin' the life like you are!"

As I looked over the list I told him thanks, but I don't need any of these....

"Oh totally! Like, nobody needs them, but they just do it to help me out, ya know? Are you sure you won't buy one? What'll I do if I don't get any points? I'll feel, like, unloved and everything!"

The anxious words were belied by a happy grin, and somewhat reluctantly I stuck to my refusal to buy, and offered him an icy Mt. Dew instead.

"Oh dude!" He joyfully poppped it open and gulped down half the drink at once. "You are so totally awesome! I mean you really do know how to live the life!"

"Well," the rhythymic movement stopped for a moment and he stared at me earnestly, "this has been so awesome. It's just what life is all about, ya know? And so we'll always have this, and that keeps it real. For real."

With that profound statement he nodded at me, and then the odd swaying movements started up again as he turned and sauntered casually out of my yard and back down the street, heading out into his totally sweet future. Livin' the life.

On Moving, and Many Other Things!

First off, the answer is no.

No, I don't have pictures of our new house to show you. None of the inside, of rooms being slowly cleared of boxes and beginning to look a little tiny bit cozy and welcoming. None of the outside, with a wilderness of flower boxes and landscape beds which I am giddy about finding the time to start playing with. Not even one little picture of the swingset in the backyard that prompted Hannah to exclaim on our second day here, "I just love this new park that we have!" Sorry, I have not one single picture to show you!

But I will next week. ;-) I have been hobbling through this week, to the best of my ability, with severely limited internet access. Currently I am (perhaps? not totally sure) online via an uncertain connection Lamont rigged up for me on his work computer. It is slow (which may be the understatement of the year) and extremely unreliable, so unfortunately there is no way I can use it to upload pictures of our fabulous new house. Actually, it remains to be seen whether I can even post a blog post sans pictures...we shall see.

Next Tuesday our internet should be hooked up, and I will not quite admit to counting the hours, but let's just say that there is a possibility I could be that lame! On the plus side, the somewhat crippling lack of online connection to the world that is not in St. Maries has given me lots of time to focus on turning this new house of ours into a home. It's getting there. :-) This house is way bigger than our old house, and the furniture is a bit sparse in places for now, which is fun because my imagination gets to run wild. I should mention that other than a bed, the guest bedroom is currently pretty empty. And the walls are bare. I don't really feel like sharing my limited pictures and decorations with a room we hardly enter. So if you come visit us (and please do), don't feel too unloved. I promise to get to it eventually!

Predictably, I have so much to say I could write for hours. There are more interesting things to tell about the beginning of our new life as Idaho residents, honestly. But they, like the spare room, will have to wait! It's one of those seasons of life when there are too many things needing to be done to allow for much sitting and prosing on the computer. Let's see if my sensitive little internet connection feels inclined to post this now....

On husbands...

Recently Ashley decided that she would like to marry her daddy when she grows up. She had been looking at our wedding pictures and asking me if she could get married too...I told her that when she was a grown up lady (we're talking at least 30 here, just for the record!) then maybe God would bring her a wonderful man to be her husband, just like He did for me. She tilted her head to the side and looked at her daddy sitting with me on the couch, and happily decided, "When I am a big lady, Daddy can be my husband!"

While Lamont grinned like crazy over one of the biggest compliments a daddy can get, I laughed and told Ashley that he would always be her daddy, but he's already my husband, so she'll have a different husband someday. It seemed like pretty straightforward logic to me, so when she disappeared down the hall with a little smile I figured that she was sweetly accepting my prior claim on our favorite man.

Out she bounced again a few moments later holding Curly the teddy bear. With the world's most mischevious grin on her little impish face, she tossed the teddy bear casually into my lap and announced, "There you go, Curly will be your husband now, and Daddy is going to be my husband!!"

On swimming and sisters...

(I know I haven't blogged in...um...close to a month. And I've missed it -- a lot! I've tried over and over to blog about our upcoming move to St. Maries, ID. And because I have such mixed feelings about the whole adventure, my blog attempts haven't been coming out the way I want them to. So for now, we're skipping over the elephant in the room (hey, it's an elephant in MY room, ok?) and picking up where we left off...blogging about my silly, precious girlies!)

After a spring and early summer of steady 50-60 degree weather and endless rain, this last week has thrown some astonishing heat at us. The kind of heat that makes you hurry outside to play in the morning right after breakfast, because from about 10 o'clock on it's too hot to be comfortable, and even playing in the sprinkler doesn't sound too appealing because of the sun beating down on you... So when friends invited us to the river with them this morning, we jumped at the chance to have fun and stay cool splashing around for a while! To be honest, I didn't think we were going to the river -- whether it was something she said that confused me, or more likely just my brain doing its own thing, I understood we were going to a park with some sort of splash fountain or something. But following her directions took us right to a sandy beach on the edge of the little Spokane river, and at first I was a little panicked about having all three girls at the river by myself! It was a perfect spot, though, with lots of sand and shallow water, and we had so much fun. Now that I was tricked into doing it once, I can't wait to do it again!

Since we carried home with us about half the sand on the beach, the girls got to prolong their water fun with a bath before naps. (Even so, sand keeps mysteriously appearing around the house.) And after their bath I put them in these dresses that my little sisters made for them...

...and they were being so silly with big squeezing hugs and tackling each other!

When our girls were all born so close together I started praying they would grow up to be best friends. And oh my goodness -- they really are! So many people have skeptically told me that we would regret having three so close together. That more importantly, our children would regret it and resent it. Comments like that hurt and are frustrating, but they are also wrong. Our daughters are the joy of our lives, and the very fact that they are each only a year apart has already made them the best of friends and playmates. They are such gifts to each other and to us, and they know it, and I am so grateful for that!

Curls and Cute-isms

I love long hair on little girls. I love playing with it, putting it up in adorable little hairstyles...I've always been secretly thrilled when my girls were born with lots of hair, because it means it doesn't take as long to get to the fun hanging-down-to-their-shoulders length. But lately I keep chopping Hannah's hair off short -- because it's so precious curling all around her head! It does this 100% naturally, and I just can't resist that curly little head! I wonder how long she'll let me keep her hair this short?? :-)

Yesterday Ashley informed me very seriously that she is almost 12. When I protested, she said, "Well Mummy, I will be very busy until I am 12, so it will be very fast." How can a three year old be that wise?

And speaking of being wise...I usually let the girls try a sip of my latte or frappucino when I get a drink from Starbucks, or an espresso stand, or even when I make it myself. (No, that's not the wise part. Go ahead and judge me for that part!) Lately Ashley keeps insisting that since she is almost four (not until October -- but she's been claiming almost for a while now), she is surely old enough to have her very own coffee. So yesterday I tried to convince her that she was drinking "kid coffee". Suspiciously she sipped, eyed me, sipped again, and finally announced, "Mummy, your coffee tastes like coffee, but my coffee tastes like juice!"

On Being Reassembled!

When Lamont and I were first married he would come home from work and just wrap me up in a big, tight hug that went on and on. He'd rest his chin on my head and just hold me like that, and finally let go with a smile and the most tender look. He told me those hugs were when he let go of all the things from the day that had pulled and tugged him in a hundred different directions, and just put himself back together. He still does it now and then, when life has been roaring past us so quickly that little pieces of ourselves break off and fly away in the power of it. He'll pull me into a hug and whisper that he needs to put himself back together...it makes me feel so precious.

This week Lamont and the girls went to the Oregon coast for four days to visit with his family, and because I had a commitment here that I couldn't escape, I stayed home alone. (Note: in blog posts shortly to follow we will address the positive and possibly hilarious aspects of my time alone, but for now we are going to wallow wholeheartedly in sentimentality. Embrace it.) I may or may not have cried for a minute when they drove away, and I felt a little empty the whole time they were gone. I talked to the girls a couple times each day, and couldn't wait for those phone calls! Pieces of me were missing, and I felt it more every evening when I went to bed alone, every morning when I slept late and woke up at the rather heathenish hours of 8 or 9, and every time I came home and opened the door to a house that was spotless -- but silent.

Last night my precious ones came home. I was so excited that I spent the last 5 minutes or so waiting outside for them, hopping back and forth from one foot to the other and trying my best to look calm and casual so my neighbors wouldn't laugh at me. Urgent and very mature need to...uh...experiment with the springiness of the lawn, don't you know! Moments after they pulled in, the doors were all flung open, and I had Bethany and Hannah in my arms squeezing me tightly around the neck, Ashley dancing and swinging around my legs and chattering a million miles an hour, and Lamont kissing me with a smile over all the little heads.

And I knew exactly what Lamont always meant with that special hug, because in that moment as my family piled out of the van to smother me with hugs and kisses, I was putting myself back together.