Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Reading.

The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read. 
- Mark Twain



                                               “Children are made readers on the laps of their parents. 
                           - Emilie Buchwald



The more you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go. 
- Dr. Seuss, "I Can Read With My Eyes Shut!"


Monday, January 30, 2012

A big day for Team Davis!

Two big events today:
#1: Lana is 5 1/2!
Because Lana has a summer birthday, her school friends aren't always able to come to her birthday parties.  From the time she started preschool, we have celebrated her "Half Birthday" at school so that she gets to have that classroom celebration experience.  We don't give gifts, but we do let her choose a special treat to bring to school to share with her friends, and I cook a special dinner for her.  We always celebrate on January 30.
This year, she wanted to bring Krispy Kreme donuts and juice boxes for her friends at school.  Her special dinner request was mama's homemade spaghetti sauce, her favorite homemade bread, and strawberry cupcakes with vanilla icing.

The whole family got to go to her classroom for her birthday celebration - you can see Little Bro jumped right in like he was one of the big kids!



After a yummy spaghetti dinner and made-to-order cupcakes,
it was time for the 2nd big event:

#2: Tucker sleeps in his big boy bed!
This was a spur of the moment decision,
so Dan had to break down the crib really quickly as I was helping the kids brush their teeth.
(Thankfully his big boy bed was already set up in his room.)
Tucker hasn't slept well in several weeks: we think it's the fact that all four of his molars are coming in right now together.  Regardless, that means Dan & I haven't slept well, either.  We decided since no one is sleeping good anyway, we might as well tackle this transition.

Tucker was thrilled about our idea,
and kept saying "Dis so exciting!"


I was tucking him in when he said
"Mommy, you leave my room!  Daddy, you leave my room!"
So we did, and he hasn't moved an inch.
We'll see how the night goes!
Maybe we're crazy, but we're hoping maybe the move will help him sleep??

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Don't cry over ruined......sand.

We have super fun green sand in our outdoor sand table.  The kids love it.
So I was mildly (ahem) perturbed last week when someone (ahem) left the top off during a series of bad thunderstorms.
The sand was sitting in water.  Ruined.

until........

I was proved wrong, yet again!

When I drained the water off the top, Tucker loved the damp sand.



and even big sister joined in when she got home from school - 
they played in this until dark
and I had to MAKE them come inside!

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Preparing for Valentine's Day

A friend sent me a link to this pin,
and I knew I had to make it a part of our February.

14 Acts of Love
February 1-14

Simple things.  
nothing that requires any preparation on my part.
made totally free, from things around our home.
small kindnesses that remind us to love others.
the 2nd greatest commandment.

We're looking forward to February the 1st.



Thursday, January 26, 2012

Also from Ann Voskamp - a prayer for my daughter.

original article here




Father who breathed into this daughter....
I pray for this girl being formed into eternity...

May the wind always be in her hair
May the sky always be wide with hope above her
And may all the hills be an exhilaration
the trials but a trail,
all the stones but stairs to God.

God, clothe this girl in a gown of grace
Grace, the only dress that makes beautiful,
the style of Your spirit.

Nourish her on the comfort food of the Word,
Word, that makes her crave more of Christ,
have hunger pangs for Him.

Enclose her in communion with You
You, Love who makes her love, who folds her heart into a roof,
that absorbs storms for souls,
that makes her tongue speak only the words that make souls stronger.

May her vocation in this world simply be translation

Translating every enemy into esteemed guest
Translating every countenance into the face of Christ
Translating every burden into blessing

When it's hard to be patient...make her willing to suffer 
When it's ridiculous to be thankful....make her see all is grace
When it's radical to forgive...make her live the foundation of our faith
And when it's time to work...make her a holy wonder.

May she be bread and feed many with her life and her laughter
Maybe she be thread and mend brokenness and knit hearts
May she be dead to all ladders & never go higher, only lower, to the lonely, the least, and the longing
Her led of the Spirit to lead many to the Cross
that leads to the tomb wildly empty.

Oh, and raise me, Lord, from the deadness of my own sins to love this beautiful girl like You do....

In the name of Christ who rose

and appeared first

to one of His daughters....

Amen...

What a Parent Wants to Say Before a Child Leaves - by Ann Voskamp

Article in its original location

I want to be clear that not one word of this is mine.
I'm copying and pasting and pinning and printing and making sure I can come back to this.
Again and again.


Dear Son who is called to climb a thousand walls,
You have to know how your unfolding from me was a miracle.
That’s the miraculous thing about miracles – they really do happen.
How is it in this crazy, holy world does a girl-woman bear a boy-child?
How does she raise a squalling boy-child into a man? I’ve never been one of those.
And this the thing: there’s only so much time to go from point A to point B.
How did I waste so many days? How do I make you know everything you need to know before you go?
How to love a woman and when to say yes and when to wear black socks instead of white and when to ask for directions and when to say no.
That you’ll be radical about grace and relentless about truth and resolute about holiness and vows and the real hills worth dying on. That you know how to make a bed and how to make a child laugh and how to write a letter home.
Did you know, right when they laid you wrinkled in my arms, you had this curl of hair, this swirl of hair on your forehead? You got it from me. That turning, swirling cowlick that I got from my Dad. Who got it from his mother. This is how these things go, this turning around and passing torches on.
I turn around and you’re 16.
And you’re leaving for a jet plane at 3:30 am.

When the first time you ever get on a plane, you fly for the jungles of Indonesia, the farthest away from us on this spinning blue marble, your father says this farm won’t be big enough to keep you anymore. When he says it, he says it a bit like something hurts inside.
He’s made his life about showing you what real leadership is: not climbing higher towards power and status, but bending down in prayer and service. He’s been dead to all ladders and that’s what made him so alive — reaching down, to the lonely, the lost, and the least.
I roll all your shirts and stack them, one upon the other, like all the years, and know that this is just the beginning of the leavings. I bite my lip hard and try to be brave, like the day you were born. How could my mothering take so many u-turns and still get here so fast?
I remember when you were small enough to hold in my arms, warm against me, this sun bathed stone, us engraved into rock here. I hadn’t known how fast the wings would come and that you would fly into the dark, into the sun, and so soon. That when you became a man, I’d feel so empty – and so very fulfilled. I wish we had read even more books.
And I had said yes to every game of Scrabble.
The Bible’s true, son. Every infallible, sword-sharp, breathing word of it. Don’t let anyone ever rationalize one beautiful iota of it awayLove it because it’s your Life.
And the only life living is the scandalous one: scandalous love, offensive mercy, foolish faith.Kiss babies. Always have one friend that feels on the fringe, that you have to pray to love, that makes the neighbors scratch their heads. Stubbornly pray for your enemies till you see enemies are illusions and everyone is a friend and somehow grace. Believe in every woman’s God-sized dreams. And rub her feet at the end of the day.
Be the kind of person who apologizes first because that’s the only way happiness can last.
And never forget that happiness is when His Word and your walk are in harmony. Never stop keeping company with Christ– and all the sinners, tax-collectors and cast-offs. Be an evangelist and use your words with your hands because your part of a Body and never stop loving God with all your heart, mind and soul, and loving others as yourself. Make that your creed.
It’s true, son: Be different and know everything you do matters. It’s what the Christ followers know: One man with God can change a culture. God didn’t put people in your path mostly for your convenience; He put you there for theirs. Loving the poor will make you rich, I promise.
The only life worth living is the one lost.
And no matter how loud and crazy and broken the world is, child? Let joy live loud in your soul.
And believe that you are His beloved – it’s only when you trust He loves you that you really begin to live. Really, count a thousand blessings more, never stop. Why wouldn’t you want joy? Sing to no one and everyone on the front porch in the rain and laugh so much they question your sanity. Pet the dog long.
Because really, none of us knows how long we have. Remember that a pail with a pinhole loses as much as the pail pushed right over. A whole life can be lost in minutes wasted… in the small moments missed. None of this is forever grace. That’s why it’s amazing grace.
Do it often: grab a lifeline by stepping offline. You’ll see your true self when you look for your reflection in the eyes of souls not the glare of screens.
This is what you always need to know: You have nothing to prove to anyone – if you’re in Him, you are already approved.
Be okay with not being liked: life’s about altars not applause. And be okay with not being seen or heard. It’ll let you hear and see better.
It’s late when you lay your Bible on the last of the packed clothes and check off the last thing, thinking you’ve remembered everything.
I know I’ve forgotten something – many things.
This parenting gig’s an experiment in radical grace and the work of every parent is to fully give to the child. And it’s the work of every child to fully forgive the parents. This is how it turns, the torch passing from one to the next.
Remember that we made meals and beds and mistakes and memories – and look hard for the good ones.
You zip up the suitcase. I try to keep it in, what’s blurring and spilling. And I rummage about in the closet for that necklace I’ve been saving for someday and I think today’s the day. That necklace that maybe can call you to what your mother’s been stammering at.
And I go to hand it to you. No – put it around your neck.
Like a benediction.
A mantle.
That no matter the road or what paths you cross: Wear the call to His sacrificial, radical way. 
You finger the steel in your hands.
You’ve taken hold and I’m letting go.
Maybe that’s what I am trying to say? I will never stop loving and letting you go. A mother and child live the first great love story and there is no love story without loss, and this is always gain.
Remember this no matter where you fly?
Love,
your mama
who believes in the thousand-fold miracle that all’s grace.

Throwback Thursday: Witness

Some of my very favorite college memories involve Witness
the traveling drama and ensemble group I got to be a part of.



We had weekly rehearsals
and lines to memorize
and we traveled every weekend
and did our homework on church vans
and ate spaghetti and pizza too often to talk about.

I would do it all again,
a thousand times over.

Do you guys remember the poem that Lea wrote about us at the end of the year?
I wish I had it on hand to put here.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Lana's K report card - 2nd quarter


I'm very pleased with her marks in all academic areas,
but nothing makes my heart happier than to hear that she has
"become a wonderful citizen and leader, always willing to help..."

That's why we send her to school.
Not to learn academics, although surely she will.
But to learn how to love others better, every day.
By doing it.
By messing it up.
By talking it out with us.
By trying again.
Every day.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Laundry Magic


The stomach bug hit our house around 5:00 a.m.,
and my washer and dryer have been going non-stop since.
In honor of the gazillion loads of laundry I've done today,
I'm posting the magic combo that makes me happy to do the wash!

It's Arm & Hammer Alpine Clean powder detergent,
and Suavitel Field Flowers liquid fabric softener.

This combination is the one that makes me bury my face in our laundry,
and smile when I put on a clean t-shirt.  

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Throwback Thursday: ski trip

I just had nearly 200 old pictures (ranging from the time we were babies through our wedding) scanned into digital copies.  I must have them in our blog books, so I'm instituting "Throwback Thursday" to showcase some of these oldies and goodies.

Today's Throwback,
in honor of the ski trip we just took: 
the ski trip that Dan & I went on as students in the youth group
nearly 15 years ago.

My friend Kim and I

We were fearless - totally skied those black diamonds.



Car Smash!

Last night we had a CAR SMASH,
sponsored by 
HBC members David & Anna Richards of Southern Star Auto Recycling.

We had such an amazing time!
We turned the music up loud,
sold tickets for $1 per swing,
suited the kids up with safety goggles and sledgehammers,
Mrs. Elaine opened up the concession stand,
and we bashed some cars.

Here's the before:

and after:

Here are some pictures of the fun:









David and Anna are friends of ours,
and we are so thankful for their generosity!
David donated the cars, towed them in, brought supplies, helped Dan set up the smash, and came and picked up the cars the next day.  
We raised around $200, which we think we'll eventually use to make some renovations to the youth building.  
We're also dreaming of doing a community-wide car smash to raise money for a mission trip.  We'll let the students help work the car smash, advertise for it in the paper and on Craigslist, sell food and baked goods, and just make a huge party out of it.  We'll see!