We went to the park

the way Mercy likes to swing

the way James likes to swing

weeeee!

"I don't like swings," says Josiah.

"I do like to help James," says Josiah.

James gets lots of help today.

From everyone.

Mercy, 5 yrs, Daniel, 8 yrs, Michael, 6.5 yrs, Josiah, almost 3, James, 16 mos

The Great Equalizer

(Imaginary Reader: Oh. Is she going to start talking about... death? Or dying?)

(Me: No. Not death. Not today.)
 
(Imaginary Reader: Phew. I was just hoping for some cute kid pictures or something light like that...)

So, as I was saying, I'm here to write about The Great Equalizer in our home. 

Or rather in our yard. 

Our trampoline.

Many of you out there with boys or with brothers or maybe even girls and sisters know the strange blessings and curses of competition among family members. Sometimes competition is an effective motivator. The playroom gets a quick pick when all the little hands try to be the fastest. 

Other times competition can throw a wrench into what I was hoping would be a simple project. Or even a simple mealtime! (Overheard at our table: I have drank all my milk. I am the healthiest!) The dominating force behind this sibling competition usually seems to me to be selfishness on the part of the "dominator". I tire easily when listening to the "dominatees" claim that they are actually the healfiest ones because they have eaten all of their scawambled eggs and you haven't eaten ANY! The face-making and the cries of "You ow NAUGHTY!" soon follow. I tend to simply excuse those who can't use good manners at the table, done with meal or not. I'm sure I could be doing a better job of training my crew in this area.

Other times, the desire for competition is sought out by one sibling and the other sibling simply will not reciprocate or comply. And this produces frustration. For everyone.

"Hey. Wanna swordfight?"

"No. I'm reading."

...

"Hey! Let's wrestle!"

"No. I'm reading."

...

"Let's play NINJAS!"

"NO. I'm READing!"

...

(Wack.WACK!)

"OW!! I'm NOT playing with you!!"

Our two oldest boys are often mistaken for twins by people in the grocery store or at the park. Daniel and Michael are the same height and build and haircut. While even as parents we tend to lump them together as "the big boys", they are almost 2 years apart and God has given them very different personalities. At 8 years, Daniel seeks out competition so long as he can be assured of victory. Michael knows this has been Daniel's modus operandi for the better part of his 6.5 years and he declines almost all offers of Daniel's competition accordingly. This makes our days with the 2 of them... interesting. 

Enter the trampoline.

We were given this wonderful, rusty safety hazard for free last summer. At first, we had firm plans to find a safety net and a pad to cover the springs. And we had rules. Absolutely only ONE person on the trampoline at one time. 

Well, that's still the rule for Mercy and anyone younger than her but I've relaxed it for Daniel and Michael. And I'm so glad that I have. 

Suddenly it seems that there is now a place where both boys are on equal footing. The games that don't seem to work between them inside last forever on the trampoline. I'm sure they still argue out there and sometimes someone's head bonks someone else's while they are playing "Llama Trainer" and they have to come in to clean up the blood.  But they spend literal hours daily out there together... and they choose too!

Oh. And are these pictures from last summer? With the shorts and no shirts and bare feet?

No. 

They are from last week. Brrr!

I welcome any suggestions or observations about competition in this context. I'm so thankful for the trampoline and what it provides for these guys but ultimately I'm praying that God would continue to bind their hearts together as brothers and friends.

Better!

Hewow. It's me, James, again.

The wewwy nice thing about me being so sick is the sweet get-well wishes I weseeved.

I was wuved to pieces by my brothers and sister all day long at home while I wasn't feewing well but wook at this nice piece of mail I got that wishes me well, too!

It's fwom my cousin who happens to be quite an owtist.

Thanks, Wooca! I'm feewing MUCH bettoh!

Sick

This is me on Sunday at lunch time. I don't feel vewy well. In fact...

I think I'll just go to sweep.

(Insert a Sunday afternoon at the local ER after James has trouble breathing that I can't seem to get under control with his regular rescue breathing meds. Diagnosis: pneumonia)

Monday: I'm a wittle better today. See. I'm almost smiwing.

All that smiwing in the sink made me tired.

Someone else got a hold of the blue tape and the Sharpie

 You might not be able to see exactly what happened here...

...so I'll tell you: Daniel wanted to do a job so that he could play video games. I asked him to tidy up the two school shelves we have in our family room. We keep almost all of the school books we use daily there and some extra stuff too. A few minutes after he got started, he came wandering by saying, "Mommy, where is the blue tape?"

You can't see his labels on the tape but each set of books has it's own place now!!

The Remodel Report

We have begun the process of preparing to put our house on the market. The list of projects is loooong and includes finishing the fairly difficult and time consuming remodeling we've been working on for 6 years. It also means packing up lots of our stuff. Mainly books, I think.

Last weekend, Bob pulled up the bathroom floor, fixed what he found beneath it and put new linoleum down in it's place. He finished by caulking the living daylights out of that new floor. Water, beware! You will not be making a home beneath our bathroom linoleum any time soon!

See that gleaming white new caulking around the bottom of the toilet? Little boy pee must now find a new resting place!

My mother-in-law surprised me with an afternoon virtually to myself on Saturday which was a very beautiful thing. This is what I did with it while Bob and his dad worked away on the bathroom floor:

If you find yourself in our garage, you and the place you belong will be labled with blue tape and a black Sharpie.

And then, since we weren't really that tired, we set out to solve another little problem. This time, in the kids' room.

Pieces of the toddler bunkbed we ordered a few weeks ago all lined up by the removed bathroom door and the roll of linoleum.

Baaaaarely fits... but it FITS! (This nook is where Mercy's toddler bed used to be. It is only as long as a toddler bed and NO longer.)

 Many of you know that all four of our older kids share a room while James somehow gets one all to himself. What this has meant for the past year is that Josiah (2 3/4 years) has been sleeping in a packnplay in the kids' closet. This closet, like all the closets in our house, currently has no doors. But now! Josiah has a Big Bed. This evening, I told him to take his books and get in bed. He gave me a sad look and said, "I can't get IN my bed." Suddenly, he must have remembered that he has a new Big Bed and he took off down the hall with his reading material, exclaiming, "I have a BIG bed! I have my BIG bed!" He couldn't get in an out of the packnplay but he can climb into his bunk all by himself. But not out. He has to ask permission for that.

Josiah tests out the bouncy-ness of his new mattress, complete with Buzz and Woody bedding, while Daddy finishes building his new bed.

 And there it is! A mini bunk bed with a space for Josiah on the bottom and for Mercy on the top!

If you would, please pray for us while we continue to spruce up this place and make it market-worthy. We have faith that God can make amazing things happen, even in a crazy bad economy.

I can't wait to see how God chooses to be glorified in our housing situation as we prepare to welcome yet another Montgomery in May.

Snowy Chelan Trip

Looks gorgeous doesn't it? All the snowy hills with the lake down below.
We were blessed to spend New Years with my side of the family in Chelan a few weeks ago.

I have a ton of pictures, mostly of outside frivolity in the sunshine but I also have to tell about Josiah and the snow. We know already that at age 2 and 3/4 he doesn't enjoy the sensation of sand touching any parts of  his body like what might occur at the beach. Swinging on a swing? Not an option for him. Slides? Nope.The resulting wet clothes of a drippy sippy? Complete disruption of his day. And horror of horrors, having to walk bare foot in the house on a kitchen floor not yet swept? Tearful howls of "Deh is a pees ob WICE on my TOE, Mommy!!!"
We now know without a doubt that snow and slippery surfaces are on his Do Not Attempt list as well. Quite a bit of our fun outside time was spent patiently instructing him that he didn't have to like the snow or the sledding or the "swippewy" ground but that crying about it was unacceptable. I think Grandad had the most success by making Josiah repeat nonsensical phrases like "One Two Buckle My Shoe" while giving him a very unwanted ride in a snow tube. Not sure how that helped the little guy but we'll know who to go to in the summer when every child of ours but Jo is ready for some beach time.

Now for the pictures:

Go Michael! How amazing to be able to walk right out the door and sled for hours!

Daniel sleds past the Wampa caves he built in the snow.

 

Mercy and James get ready for a ride... Unlike Jo, James loved every thing about the snow. He rolled in it, tried to eat it, and begged for more sledding.

Here we have Daddy pushing Daniel, Grandad and Michael, Andrew (standing up), Heather, James and Mercy all ready to race down the driveway.

James spends a little time practicing his walking inside. Much easier without all that snow gear.

Grammy and Daniel cross-country skiing up and down the road

This picture of Daniel reminds me of me. Plus he's wearing my hat. Might be part of it.

It was a bit chilly outside when we headed up for our snow tube adventure.

Up they go! Bob, Mercy, Michael and Daniel head up to check out this tubing hill.

Mercy even went, all by herself!! I was impressed.

Grammy and Grandad entertain the little boys with rides in the snow tubes at the bottom of the run

And here's Josiah quietly repeating "Giddyup Horsey" and other comforting phrases while Grandad helps him acclimate to the snow and the "swippewee-ness".

Strangely, after barely holding it together while on the icy ground with me, Josiah found complete heaven in this pile of hay at the bottom of the tube run. He and Mercy spent 30 minutes chasing eachother and throwing hay all over me and themselves while the bigger boys took a few tube runs with Uncle Josh. 

And that wraps up another long string of Chelan pictures. Thanks Mom and Dad! We had a great time!!