Tuesday, March 20, 2018

a pause

As you might imagine, I've been feeling a little mentally distracted.  One of the biggest distractions (that's within my power to limit) is the wide world of the internet.  

So I'm taking a pause for a few weeks to spend more time being present in my real life, hopefully lifting my eyes a bit more to the beauty before me.  

Here's to hoping that the pause will help me focus more on what matters most.  

See you in a few weeks! 

Farewell to Grammar

Grammar flew away yesterday, after two weeks with us.  Her (very helpful) presence is already missed.  But we're left, once more, with the reminder of gratitude.  Throughout this season of sicknesses and surgeries, God has graciously put before my eyes a number of reminders of his tender mercies for us.

It has been a season filled with unexpected challenges, and a season abounding with unanticipated provision.  The long awaited driver's license that took us up the mountain for many a doctor visit this month, the extra hours in the day with little Asher's entry to school, the nearness of our new home in comparison to the flights our parents used to make to South Asia, boys who are growing older and more helpful, friends whom we can call to come translate or babysit, a settled home that runs smoothly (or as smoothly as can be expected with three kids), and a kind, encouraging church community.

Grammar's willingness to come at just such a time was another example of the abundant provision. I don't want to forget what a gift it was to have her here, or how much we really did need the help!

And the sadness of the goodbyes felt small, because those plane tickets for July are already waiting to take us across the ocean for a few months of much anticipated grandparent/cousin time.

Farwell, Grammar.  THANK YOU!!!

Sunday, March 18, 2018


Silas had his Barca Futbol party this weekend at a park a little out of town.  He's such an extrovert. Being surrounded by friends, particularly little boys who are eager to play soccer, is his dream come true.

He loved it.

Here's a little glimpse.

It's been a big week for the six-year-old in our house.  I admit that this momma is glad both the ear surgery, and the party are behind us! 

Thursday, March 15, 2018

The Recovery

A few of you have asked about David's recovery so I thought I'd give a little update.

This weekend, we had the fall of the expectations.  Before surgery, we'd read that basically the recovery would take about a week.  We were really hopeful. After all, Grammar is here for another week for back up, right? What we didn't factor in was that we live in a city where we walk everywhere. On most days, we probably average over a mile and a half of walking, just to get the basics taken care of and do the school pick ups.

Let's just say that Spanish doctors aren't known for giving a wealth of information about recovery steps.  That lack of communication left a big gap and room for some consternation.

By the end of the weekend, hubs could hardly bend his knee.  We may or may not have had a conversation about how David would still be on crutches for another couple months. What if barely limping was the new normal?  It was distressing. We were being dramatic.

Thankfully, at this point a couple of kind friends stepped in to offer long-distance support.  Shout out to a very sweet sister-in-law who happens to be a PT! Louise Anne coached David through some exercises and answered his many questions. There was also a kind intervention with Derek E's PT and from Clay Jones over at 901 PT who went beyond the bonds of old friendship to help a brother out. Hometown help!

The progress since their help sessions has been significant.

He's walking much better, and not leaning on those crutches nearly as much as he has been.

Today he even went to the bike stand to see if he might be able to ride a bit.  Um. No. Not yet.

But maybe soon!? Hope.  Hope has returned, haha.

He's scheduled to start PT at a local clinic tomorrow and we're not completely overwhelmed at the thought of Grammar heading back to the USA on Monday.

(Ok.  Maybe we're a little overwhelmed, but not completely:)

That's the down low on the recovery so far.  

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Silas is 6!!!

It was a big day in our house.  We were up at the hospital by 8am and heading toward the surgery room with the birthday boy.  The tubes were in and we were back home by 3pm.  Apparently, the effect was immediate.  All afternoon he's been telling us that we sound like we're all talking on a microphone.

For quite a while now, I've wondered if Silas was just a really spaced out kid or if he honestly couldn't hear me. As it turns out, he really couldn't hear me. He hasn't said, "What, Mom?!" to me in at least 8 hours now...which is a family record.  Admittedly, a better mom might have put the pieces together sooner.  But I'm so glad it's fixed now!!! He was a champ.  Hardly uttered a complaint the whole day, and was ready to party almost immediately after the surgery.

His bestie from school, Marcel, dropped by for "meriendas" when school got out at 5pm.  We had a big playdate, complete with ninja wear.

After dinner, he opened his big and beloved present: a pair of Adidas futbol shoes, that bear the name Messi.  It was utter delight. He wanted to sleep in them. We settled for having them on the bed.  Before he went to sleep he said, "If I wake up in the night and my shoes are on the bed, then I'll know I didn't dream it, Mom."

From Grammar, the big gift was a set of Laser Tag Guns.  Everyone is in love with those! It's gonna be a never ending game in this house! This boy just loves gifts.  And he usually is adorably grateful for what he receives.  It's one of his most endearing qualities.

Silas has a lot of endearing qualities though. He is beloved at home and at school. He is caring, kind, mischievous and funny.  We hardly meet a new person who doesn't remark on how blue his eyes are. They aren't just blue though, they are unusually bright.  Here's to a lot of prayers that the "window to his soul" will grow brighter and more brilliant with each year that passes.

Happy Birthday, Silas. You are beloved.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Grammar the brave

Grammar's rolling with the punches in our busy, limping household.

This morning when the Barcelona Marathon unexpectedly cut our bus route off, she walked that 11 block route without hint of complain, stating plainly that she's just "glad she really can walk that much at her age!" Her coloring books, toys and tricks are an unending source of entertainment in our household.  It helps to have a former school teacher as a grandma.

This weekend, she had "dates" with two very excited little men, who got to choose the food, dessert, and take a shopping trip for a new toy.

On the home front, our expectations are falling into the realm of realism.  David still has a big limp. And we're starting to see that this recovery, in a city where all of our business is afoot, might be a little longer than we realized.  He's been an uncomplaining champ about it all.

Next up, Silas is scheduled for surgery this Tuesday to have tubes put in his left ear.  This came unexpectedly on top of a pile of health problems we're trying to clear up in his little body. Gratefully, the surgeon wanted to do it right away, which means we get a 2-for-1 with Grammar in town to help.  Unfortunately, it's on his birthday. And this boy loves to birthday.  But his teacher agreed to put the birthday crown on him a day late, and his little party isn't until this weekend.

Here's to another week of pressing on! 

Thursday, March 8, 2018


He made it in and out. And we are so grateful.

I asked him how he felt on the way home, and he said, "Ready to be able to exercise again." That's hubs.

Physical therapy, here we come.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Help is here

The relief team rolled into town yesterday, just in time to wrap up another round of stomach flu this weekend and to prep for tomorrow's surgery.  Hubs has had his leg up for most of the day, trying to get the swelling to a minimum for the big day.  Last night, we were done with dinner, dishes, sweeping, bedtime, stories and laundry hanging by 8:40pm. That's a household record. 

It is good to have some extra hands to help around here and Grammar is such a helper! 

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Silas's Tooth

Silas has shark teeth.  His big teeth are coming in behind his baby teeth, so far behind that they're having a hard time pushing the other teeth out.  The dentist told us if he didn't lose one by the end of February, we'd need to come in and get it pulled.  He discovered his first wiggly tooth this past summer when we were hiking in Andorra.  He's been (im)patiently waiting for that tooth fairy visit ever since.  

Monday night when we were brushing teeth, he said, "Hey, Mom. Let's tie a string to my tooth and the other end to a door.  Then we can slam the door and it will come out...like in that rocket video." (If you've never youtubed the video of the kid who pulls a tooth using a rocket, you're missing out:) I thought it was a great idea, and I jumped on the act-before-think momentum and tied dental floss around it right there.  

When we went to Asher's room and announced the plan to the rest of the family, they were a little doubtful.  Jude proclaimed, "This is a bad idea, guys." And promptly left.  Hubs looked concerned and started whispering doubts to me as I looped that floss around the door handle.  Before anyone had time to come to a reasonable conclusion, Silas started screaming at the top of his lungs.  He had slammed the door on his own, in haste. And the result was just a lot of pain, blood, and no call to the tooth fairy. He went to bed with a sore mouth, and a regretful heart.  

When I picked him up the next day at school however, it was all glee.  The door slam trick loosened it up enough that when he collided with an unsuspecting four-year-old at patio time, that tooth popped right out.  He skipped the whole way home. He picked out a toy from the newspaper stand pre-tooth-fairy-visit and went to bed with thoughts of the 'morrow.  

I suggested we might try it again with the other tooth that's loose.  And he looked gravely at me and said, "Mom.  I am never doing that again." 

Live and learn.