2/9/14

On our way

We made it to Mexico last Wednesday.
We left home a week earlier, and since this is the first trip to Baja that I haven't chronicled along the way I thought I should go backwards and catch us up.  If I don't write stuff down I forget it.  My memory is indeed that bad.  I shudder to think what it might be like in a couple more decades. 

Very important details like my husband making ridiculous poses for my phone camera while we welcome daylight on our first day of the journey south,



or what long days in the car look like,
or what the road conditions were like most of the way down, might be lost forever.





We had winter roads like this all the way through Saskatchewan, Alberta, Montana, Idaho, and Utah.  By Los Vegas we finally said goodbye to winter!  It wasn't much fun and because sleeping in our trailer was out of the question we spent a few nights in hotels.

Part way through Utah we thought we lost our transmission and ended up at a garage.  Fortunately we didn't need to be towed.  We were worried that our trip was over and that our two long days in the car would be rewarded with a big credit card bill, and two more days driving home.  Fortunately it ended up being something more minor and we were back on the road in only a few hours.  While our van was being diagnosed we drug our travel weary, depressed selves to a nearby mall to find some lunch.  We had planned on finding a Chick Fil A that day since we had never been to one, and had been looking forward to it (it's the little things sometimes that keep you going).  Our plans all changed when we thought we'd be heading home.  It was an ironic encouragement to walk into the food court and be surprised to see a Chick Fil A.  Such a little thing, but a reminder that God knows those little things and cares.  We ordered our meal, cutting corners where we could, and mumbled something about it being our first  time eating there because we were taking a bit of time to look at the menu board.  Somehow it came out that we were from Canada and were in town because our car was broke down.  We must have been a pathetic sight because the manager came and gave us our money back and said they wanted to buy our meal.  We didn't expect that in a million years. It was only thirty dollars but it was such an encouragement at a time when we were really feeling really discouraged.  This restaurants reputation of being super friendly, having great service, and going the extra mile to care about their customers is certainly true.
 
After our meal we got the good news that our car repair would only cost a few hundred dollars (rather than thousands) and we could continue the journey south.


Our first stretch of snow free road was in Nevada.



I snapped this picture because it was the first bit of blue sky we saw...day three.  We replaced snow with a fierce gusty wind.
 
We usually do a shorter day by day three but because we broke down in Utah we lost quite a few hours.  By the time we got to LA California we were majorly burnt out.  It didn't help that we arrived to So. Cal. traffic in the dark, during rush hour, and  in drizzling rain.  It was kind of intense...and my poor hubby had been driving in "intense" mode the whole way down.  We usually enjoy the big American divided highways but this time there was no cruising along...it was white knuckle most of the way.
 
The kids were ecstatic to finally be out of the van, and to see green grass, palm trees, and play outside.  We spent a couple nights at an RV park in Anaheim.

 
We needed a day just to recover, and then we hit California Adventures the day after that.










                                                      (this Cars ride was super fun)


We had an amazing day.  So much fun.  Elijah was a little hard to read the whole day.  I think he was enjoying himself...in a totally awestruck, slightly confused, nearly overwhelmed sort of way.


The next day (a Sunday) we decided to go find Mars Hill Huntington Beach.  It was super refreshing to gather with the Jesus' people even 2000 miles away.  It felt like home away from home.


The music was awesome.


During our time in LA we also had lunch and a nice visit with a friend we went to college with that we haven't seen in about 18 years.   Thankyou for the home cooked meal Gretchen! It meant a lot to these fast food weary travelers.


   (Cece doing land parachuting.  "see ya later suckers!")


We spent a couple more days at an RV park in Oceanside CA.  We usually rush our way down to Baja but because we had our trailer with us this time we wanted to enjoy vacationing in CA. a little longer.



 
We found some cheap ways to entertain ourselves.  Not that it takes much for these prairie kids.





 
Next Stop Baja!










1/24/14

One year with Elijah, a New Kitchen, and a trip to Mexico!

This month has been nutty enough that this poor little blog is pretty neglected lately.  If there is anyone still out there in cyber land who cares about our severely mundane yet odd life here's a little update.

It's been a crazy sort of month.  Reminiscent of last January where we were rushing around getting all the last minute stuff done for our trip to China.

A year ago we were busy dropping off kids and making our way to the airport.  Three days from now will be the "Gotcha" day anniversary.  It's a bit mind blowing to think that after feeling like the process would NEVER end, that it's already been a year since it ended...or began, depends on how you look at it I guess.

On the other hand it feels as if this little guy has been a part of our family for ages.  He has just meshed in so incredibly well.  I don't take that for granted because I know that is not the "norm" with adoption.  Don't get me wrong, we definitely have our challenging moments, but over all he just "fits".

He has made so much progress this year and is getting stronger every day has he continues to recover from surgery.  He lost muscle strength during his time in casts, but he gained SO much.  Straight legs that he can actually balance on!


(one year ago, gotcha day.  He was such a brave little guy)

I really feel like I owe the bit one year anniversary a better blog post than this, but this is all I've got right now.  My creativity, deep thoughts, and wit is hidden beneath thoughts like "my house is torn apart", "we haven't started packing for Mexico!", "Insurance...we need insurance!", and "What's for supper?."

This month my husband took advantage of the slow season on the farm, and a harvest bonus check, to build me a new kitchen.  It's been one of those "someday" sort of projects that I honestly didn't expect to ever happen. We have lived in this house 11 years and have slowly plugged away on little remodel jobs.  It honestly hasn't been top on my list of priorities and any time I begin to feel grumbly about 60 year old grungy cupboards, duct tape holding things together, and drawers that fill with sawdust I remember that my kitchen is pretty snazzy compared to what most of the world uses to prepare food.  It has been more than adequate. Despite my (mostly successful) effort to be content with my kitchen my husband decided he loves me enough to give me something beautiful.




Out with the old.




I happen to be married to a journeyman cabinet maker, which is pretty handy if you need a kitchen built.  He's also super handy at plumbing, wiring, etc.  

It looks amazing now...and is so functional.  I love it! I spend so much time in this room it feels good to be in a space that looks so nice and fresh.

(adaptable =microwaved burritos in the living room)

It was difficult to have the kitchen torn apart for a week though! No sink, no dishwasher, and no stove.  The dining room and living room were also a mess filled with everything that used to be in the kitchen.  It' was nut bar factor 10...but we made it.  It was worth the chaos.


Almost there.  Check out my nice new huge drawers!


TaDA!


All done except the tile backsplash.  We'll tackle that this spring when we get back from Baja.


Both sides of my kitchen match now!
I can hardly believe that it's mine.
My Husband is a rockstar.




I love the new counter top.  I'm so indecisive and it was scary trying to pick a pattern based on tiny samples.  In the end Silas picked this one, and I think he did a great job.  
p.s my kitchen well never again look so uncluttered and clean. 

Now for the next project.
The Hubster dug the trailer out of snow drifts today.  It was a beautiful day, and it was actually warm enough that snow was melting and sticky (+2).



Nothing says "lets go camping!" like snow drifts.


Now to get it packed!
Only a few more days until the calender says we're going to pull out of here and head south.  Of course, what the weather network says may trump the calender but we have a goal to shoot for.
  

Since this is a meandering sort of post, here are some pics from one year ago..taken in China.



He had this serious look on his face a lot back then.  Now that I really know him, looking back at the pics kind of makes me sad.  He does terrified in a strange way...sometime he even plasters on a goofy smile.  If you didn't know him well you'd maybe even think he was happy.  


It was a good trip though.  We have such great memories from our time in China, and we'd go back there in a heart beat.  


I don't really notice how much he's grown up this year, until I look back at the pictures and see his clothes.  Those jeans barely fit him now and are nearly too short..and that coat just covers his wrists this winter.  He hasn't grown a ton, but he clearly has grown.  His teeth have changed so much this year too. 
Oh my heart, I love this boy.

Speaking of love.
Do you remember these kids?
I cannot wait to see them again.



(these pics were taken by my friend Amber last spring)


These last few pics were taken by Amber a few days ago


I can't believe how much big brother Alvaro has grown up! I really do have a huge soft spot in my heart for this kid.  He's had his "Tia" smitten since the time he was a little boy who colored me a heart picture.


Big sister Minerva is now living about an hour away from the others and has started her own little family.  Looking forward to meeting this sweet baby girl!


We are also planning to spend a good deal of time with this family once again.  They are now directors of Welcome Home Outreach in Baja.  They have been serving with this ministry for about 4 months now and we're excited to see how we can give them a hand and check out what God's doing through them. 

Please pray that our trip down would go smoothly, and that our time there would be used to encourage others in practical ways, and put Jesus' love on display. Also we've run into a bit of mechanical trouble with our van that we hope to have fixed by the time we leave...without too much expense.  I'm also not sure how Elijah will react to this sort of a trip.  Stability, and routine is very important to him so this may throw him off a little.  One benefit of taking the trailer is that we spent a lot of time this past summer camping and he understands the "camping" concept now. As far as he's concerned we're about to go camping in the snow ;)  The trailer should provide some security and continuity for him as we travel at least.  



 Soli Deo Gloria,

1/15/14

Granola Grinder

I don't know why I've never made granola before now.  I guess I just didn't have a tried and true recipe and it never occurred to me to find one.  Maybe I'm just not "crunchy" enough.

We go through a lot of store bought cereal in our house...which translates to a lot of money spent.  Only two of my children and myself enjoy oatmeal and the rest despise it...so the suggestion of porridge for everyone is generally met with groans (or gagging).

We also go through a ton of baking.  Homemade cookies, loaves, and muffins are lucky to last a couple days.

 Breakfasts, snacks, lunch box treats, it's hard to keep the supply up to the demand.  I really needed something that I could whip up in a couple minutes, with minimal effort and mess...but that will actually keep kids satisfied, and provide some nutrition.  We rarely snack on store bought goodies, cookies, or crackers which would be convenient...but once again too much money, too much packaging, and too much unhealthy junk.

Along came a easy, yummy, fast, granola recipe that fills up hungry tummies and has some decent nutritional value.

I've been tweaking the recipe and trying all kinds of new things.  So here it is, my slightly customized granola recipe, that you can feel free to further customize to your tastes. As long as you have the oat/syrup base you can try adding all kinds of other morsels of goodness.

Homemade Granola Cereal:

4 tbsp vegi oil (or coconut oil works great too)
3/4 cup corn syrup (or honey)...I also like to add an extra drizzle of maple syrup
4 cups oats
1/4 pumpkin seeds
1/2 cup raisins
1/2 cup dried cranberries
1/2 cup almonds
1/4 cup coconut
1/4 cup ground flax

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.  Mix oats, seeds, flax, coconut, and nuts into a bowl (everything but the dried fruits).  Heat the oil and corn syrup (or honey) in a saucepan over low heat.  Pour syrup over the oat mixture and mix together well.  Place the mixture onto a baking sheet and spread it out.  Bake it in the oven for about 8-10 minutes, or until it turns a golden brown.  Let the mixture cool for a couple minutes and then pour it back into the bowl.  Add the dried fruit/ and raisins to the mixture and stir well.  After it's completely cool transfer into a storage container, jar, or bag.

Once you get the hang of it, it literally takes a few minutes to prepare.

It makes a great snack, or a hearty breakfast that actually sticks with you for a while.  I buy my oats in enormous bulk bags, so I have plenty on hand.   If you can find the other ingredients for a reasonable price (or bulk) this healthy, homemade treat is much cheaper than boxes full of store bought cereal...and you know exactly what's in it.



I'm planning on stocking up on this before our upcoming road trip to Mexico!!

p.s  two weeks left! (and way too much to get done before we hit the road)



Soli Deo Gloria,

12/31/13

I'm not writing a New Years post



I don't feel very filled up with insight and wise words this evening.  I'm not reflective, or even anticipating a brand spankin' new year.

I don't have the feeling that I'm turning over a new leaf, or starting a fresh page.  I didn't buy any champaign, and don't have any fireworks...even if I did the fact that it's like five million below zero outside would keep me inside (because I'm a big wimp).  My "Littles" went to bed at 7pm, and my "Bigs" went to bed at 9.  There was no way on God's green earth that I was going to enjoy their presence until midnight and then suffer the fallout of crabby kids tomorrow.
Today was enough to have me rocking in the corner...well maybe not literally but deep inside was a whiny little girl threatening to come screeching out.  Needless to say children asleep in their beds is a glorious way to end any day.

My husband also went to bed at 9.20pm.

I guess I'm just a ba-humbug lamo New Years grinch.  This night feels a little anti-climactic.

I'm am thankful for another year.  I'm thankful for the amazing year we just survived.  God is so good, and has been faithful every step of the journey.  I am truly undeservedly blessed, and thankful for so many things, but mostly this night feels just like every other night.

I'm not apprehensive about another year because I know who sovereignly holds it.  I'm not anxiously waiting for a "clean slate" because that was already purchased for me through the atonement.

I must admit that I am excited to see what God has for us just down the road but I know that I'll only be given enough light for each step along the way.  I can make all the plans I want but it's the Lord that directs my steps.

I gave up on "plans" a long time ago.  They went the way of many New Years resolutions. I know I'll fail, but I rest in God's undeserved grace, unearned favor.  I know that as I focus on Him, and keep pressing the gospel down deeper into the cobwebbed corners of my heart that this same grace that saved me will continue to transform me.

There is a certain peace and rest in that.

This year I resolve to eat more tacos at more Mexican taco stands.
I think I can, I think I can....

I lack the brain power right now to write anything of value so I'll share my friend's words with you. This is written for a specific church body, but It could be applied to the Church universally as well as we use this time of year to redirect our focus.





Happy New Year, from the Burlando clan.
I hope that you are blessed in all the ways that matter in 2014.



Soli Deo Gloria,
Carla Burlando 

12/23/13

Just in time for Christmas


There are so many Christmas memories being made for this little man.  
It's fun to experience this season through his perpetual sense of wonder and enthusiasm.
After having Santa show up at a couple different Christmas programs/parties he is officially a fan.



Santa was his new best friend.


 That's what -40 degrees Celsius looks like.



It turns out we have some strange traditions here in Canada...like instead of eating our cookies we make houses out of them. 




Today Elijah finally got his casts cutt off.
Daddy and his boy were up super early on this very cold day to drive to the city.
He wasn't so sure how they were going to take those casts off.  When they brought out the noisy saw, he told them "No, no thank you.  No like it".  


This brave boy happy was happy to see the casts go.


He came home to his first real bath in several weeks.
We got all the gnarly-ness scrubbed off, lotioned him up and it's so nice to see his little legs and feet again.
He has some new incisions though that were hiding behind the casts.  


He's not so sure about using his new straightened legs and feet though.  Now that his feet can bend those tendons are a little sore.  It's crazy how fast muscles atrophy too!  His legs look like skinny little sticks. He'll be on his feet again in no time though.  Mommy is making him do all kinds of exercises.

Tomorrow is Christmas eve! 
I'm thankful for so many things right now. At the top of the list is the gift that we celebrate at Christmas.  
Jesus giving us himself.

"Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn king!"
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"

That last line just blows my mind every time I hear it.  

"Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, 
because he has come and has redeemed his people. 
He has raised up a horn of salvation for us 
in the house of his servant David
as he said through his holy prophets of long ago,
...to remember his holy covenant...
to give his people the knowledge of salvation
though the forgiveness of their sins,
 because of the tender mercy of our God,
by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven
to shine on those living in darkness
and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the path of peace." Luke 1:68-79

"Glory to God in the highest, 
and on earth peace to men on whom his favour rests."

I want to share a super adorable video made by some very dear friends of mine.  The camera man (Dad) is my pastor, and these cute kids are my kids best buds.  So, because they have way more talent than we do,  I'll send you a Merry Christmas wish from another family.


"O come, O come Emmanuel"







12/22/13

I'm Offended

This past week has been one big mouldy internet stew filled with careless words, over reactions, offence, and demanding of rights.

It's like watching civilization implode.

I have considered sharing my knee jerk reactions, irritation, thoughts, predictions, and disappointment over the Phil Robertson bruhaha but I think the interweb is filled up with a good variety of responses to that already.  I find it all rather fascinating actually...in a rubber necking an gnarly accident kind of way. In case you haven't had your fill.

Here's some wisdom and pointing out of irony by Albert Mohler .  There is a reminder not to arm ourselves for the wrong battle by Stephen Miller.   A reminder that grace can be strong, and that love can be tough by Jenilee Goodwin.  A post about why the suspension of Phil will backfire by Trevin Wax.  A diplomatic call for genuine diversity by Russell Moore.  An entertaining rant and prediction by Matt Walsh.   Some thoughts on intolerant tolerance by Joe Carter.   And a reminder to watch our words by Anne Voskamp.  An article about the genuine conflict being ignored.  And a faux interview that would actually include not painting groups of people in the worst possible light.

It's been an interesting little experiment as the rubber meets the road for issues of "Tolerance"...both from Christians who end up acting more like a pack of angry little elves than Jesus, and for uber "tolerant", highly evolved, progressives who love to harshly condemn viewpoints that don't fall in line with their own.

This odd, bizarre, moment of cultural upheaval is a lot of things but one thing it's not is surprising.  At all.

This has been brewing for years now, mostly under the radar, but now that it's taken down a pop culture icon the general public has taken notice of the hypocritical intolerance of modern "tolerance".

To quote a book I read recently "A call to Resurgence"

"Today there are not sins.  There is only one sin, and that is calling anything a sin. 

"A few things are perhaps most curious about the new tolerance.  One, it denies moral absolutes while holding to the moral absolute that there is no moral absolute.  ...  I hope you see that the statement itself saws off the very limb it's sitting on."

There are a lot of things to learn through this spectacle....which is usually my focus because I have a lot to learn.

One is to watch words and choose them wisely.  Be wise and discerning, because in our age of words travelling at the speed of light the consequences of carelessness can be monumental. Social media has an atomic bomb power to it, and inflammatory words can light a fuse we never intended to light.

 Be bold, be counter cultural, but be gracious. We will be judged by God, and our fellow man, for insensitive words and foolish talk.  That doesn't mean for a second that I don't think words can be distorted, twisted, or misused as ammunition for slander.   I know from personal experience that they can be.  People can make unfair assumptions, and interpret wrongly anything that is said, regardless of what's actually said.  At the end of the day, no matter how much care you use, some people are just not going to like what you say...because they don't like who you are, or who you follow.

Church, in this "post-Christian" culture we need to be extra kind, extra calm, extra gracious, and extra tactful when we give honest answers to questions regarding volcanic issues and when we engage in cultural discussion.  People are watching and listening.  Bait will be laid out, and traps will be set.  Be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.   Notice I did not say be accommodating and tolerant of everything, but if the world is going to hate you don't let it be because you flap your gums and are rudely obnoxious. Not every bump in your path is a hill to die on.

 Truth is important (too many Christians are inclined to sacrifice it on the altar of social acceptance) but knowing when and how to speak truth is important.  I don't claim to have that one figure out yet, but I know that every truth doesn't need to be spoken all the time, just like every sin doesn't need to be called out all the time. Check your motives, assess the strength of your relationship, and monitor your heart. Be gracious.  Be led by love, not a desire to prove your right-ness or assert your own "rights" even in a culture swirling with absurdity.  Our freedom is not found in anything this world has to offer, and our "rights" were laid down with our old selves at the foot of the cross.

Another thing I've been pondering is the notion of offence.

Why do I think I have the right to be offended by something someone else says and then freak out based on that perceived slight?

I saw a meme the other day that said "Your rights end where my feelings begins".  It could be true to the extent that I should be willing to lay down my own rights for the good of someone else, but I don't think that's what it's saying.  I let that thought percolate a bit and came to the conclusion that this statement is utterly absurd but it pretty much sums up our culture. "I have the right to demand that my fleeting feelings are affirmed, validated and honoured and if at any point in time I don't feel those things someone will pay".  

I "feel" like I've fallen out of love so I can bail on a marriage.
I "feel" like my sensitive little feelings are hurt, so I can slander you.
I "feel" that you are inconvenient to me, or are a threat to my lifestyle, so I can kill you.
I "feel" irritated, so I will disregard everything you have to say.

Do you see the problem with putting subjective, self coddling, feelings over the rights of someone else? It's crazy narcissistic hypersensitivity.

This is epidemic in our culture and society.  Like, insanely ridiculous.  I strain my memory to try to figure out when all of this started happening.  Was it always so, or has the internet and the ability to say anything, any time, to everyone, made us all nut balls?

Why would I think I have the right to be offended by something someone I don't know, have no relationship with, and who wasn't talking to me anyway, says?  

It's one thing to read articles, and tweets from various view points to try to better understand how to engage culture, to understand society's deeper questions and motives, and to attempt to figure out where completely different perspectives and world views are coming from but it's another thing to go out of our way to be offended by stupid things other people say.
I can disagree, and even express my profound disagreement if I wish to, but seriously folks.  We've got insane thinking it's our duty.

Why on earth does one tweet, tweeted by a nobody nowhere near to you cause you one moments outrage, or offence?  Why on earth would it be worth the effort it takes to be offended?  I was scrolling through the "#hasjustinelandedyet" craziness and while her tweets were ridiculously ignorant and foolish, I can't for the life of me figure out why so many people took the time to care what she thinks or says. Passionately, vehemently care.  Referring back to my previous point, careless hurtful words have consequences and she paid with her job and reputation. That's bound to happen, but we live in an odd world when careless, insensitive words can go viral and bring down a trial by social media lynch mob.

 The thing is, usually words hurt and sting because they come from someone we know, and maybe even care about.  Someone who is close to us has the power to hurt us with their words because it feels like a betrayal.  A perfect stranger ranting obscenities into the internet air should really have no affect on us whatsoever.  I really just don't get it.  We are not obligated to respond (although I admit the pull to do so is strong)

Here's an incredibly novel idea.  If you don't like what someone is saying, or writing, there is usually a small "x" in the top corner of your computer screen.  There is also the option of turning the magic box off altogether and finding something else to do.  Problem solved.  No further action required.

You cannot (and probably should not) control what other people think and say.

My friends, what you can control is your reaction and response to it.

Sometimes controversy sparks some very needed and constructive conversations.  By all means, engage, our world needs people who are checked in...but do it thoughtfully, respectfully, cautiously.  Shoot from the hip reactions are typically never the best ones, and for crying out loud LAY OFF THE ALL CAPS.  (It makes you look like a crazy person before anyone even reads what you have to say).  Thankyou, and you're welcome.

Another crazy idea is, if you don't want to know what someone thinks regarding an issue, don't ask them. Crises averted.  If you ask someone their honest opinion, and they give you an answer you don't like, you have no justification for rage.

If you love to go looking for things to be offended about, you have issues that would be better served through therapy than Twitter or Facebook.

Reality is that there are no shortage of ignorant people saying ignorant things (I know that I am sometimes one of them, as my foot makes it's way to my mouth on occasion)  and sometimes the best thing to do is just bear it, or keep scrolling, because it just doesn't matter all that much.

 If I called my lawyer, demanded someone's head on a platter, insisted on an apology, or wrote a scathing letter to everyone who refused to validate my feelings, or said a insensitive or rude remark regarding disabilities, adoption, race, my faith and values etc. I'd have little time and emotional energy for anything else.

Sometimes people say things using the wrong words because it's never occurred to them to say it any differently.  Sometimes it's because they are from a different generation, different culture, and different era...and weren't given the hand book necessary to engage in PC conversation.  Occasionally it's appropriate to gently guide someone to a more respectful, sensitive way of saying something but most of the time I look for the heart behind their words rather than getting hung up on actual words used. Often the meaning and heart behind the less than ideal choice of words is caring, and kind.  If the heart behind the words is cruel and hostile, it's still not generally worth my time to respond or care.

We need to be slow to judge motive and intentions, and quick to show a generous grace and forgive.

I'll leave you with a couple wise thoughts to ponder.  I must admit I've learned many  all these lessons the hard way (and probably will again...daily)

"A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger" Proverbs 15:1

"when words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise."  Proverbs 10:19

"A man's wisdom gives him patience; it is to his glory to overlook an offence.  Proverbs 19:11




Soli Deo Gloria,

Carla 

12/13/13

Official Family Christmas letter


Dear friends far and wide,
may those who live far stay near to our hearts, and those who are wide lose some of their girth.

Blessings to you this Christmas.
This year has been a spectacular one.   We have a minimum amount of vomit to report, and the police have never once arrived to investigate the strange noises that come from our home.

I (the mom) have managed to keep the children alive another year.  That is no small task and requires constantly saving children from their own stupidity.  I have hope that the constant nagging, reminding, and restating things I've said a million times may have penetrated some skulls.  I have found a new hobby this year as well.  I have discovered the joy of long hot showers without children peaking through the curtain, or joining me.  It's a blessed experience and one that I hope I will be able to keep up with as the years go by.  My accomplishment this year is that I have had no crying in my closet, while clinging to a bottle of wine, episodes while trying to homeschool my brilliant children. I believe we have turned a corner and may survive.

Eldest Daughter is a prodigy.  In fact we're placing all our bets and hope for family honour on this one.  She spends most of her time doing good deeds, and helping the poor.  She is a very talented basket weaver, and has great potential as a Drill Sargent.  We have high hopes that she will also make it into a community college someday and be a catalyst for world peace.

Eldest Son broke a record this year for the most words spoken in one year. He also had special recognition for the sheer volume of nonsense words used.  We are currently in negotiations with our energy company and are in the final stages of a plan to harvest his gratuitous amount of kinetic energy.  We are confident that we will not only be able to power our own home, but most of North America.  We have a patent for this new energy source and we have Al Gore lined up to be the bearer of good news. It seems that this child may be useful to us after all.

Son Two joined our family this year through adoption.  He has begun to come to terms with the reality that he must be associated with us, and that embarrassment will be his new lot in life.  His hobbies are collecting air-miles, and making escape plans.  We have set up a foundation to fund his future therapy.

Son Three  is excelling in a variety of activities.  He is a star at playing Mine Craft and has quite a collection of homes, chickens, and cows on his estate.  We are very proud of his achievements.  We had always hoped that one of our children would be a rancher.  We know his tenacity will pay off one day, and that his cunning intelligence will be a great asset in the penatentiary system.

Youngest Daughter is a perfect little princess who can do no wrong.  We are very proud that she earned an international award for highest decibel achieved by a human voice. We all now have profound hearing loss but have decided that this is a blessing in disguise.  We have had to have her de-clawed and so far this has been an excellent solution to violent outbursts.

The Dad of the home is still trying to figure out how he ended up with five kids.  He continues to work hard, bring home the bacon, and eat most of it too.  His current hobbies are shovelling snow, driving kids to their various activities, and changing light bulbs.

As another year draws to a close, those of us who are able to count past five, count our many blessings.
We hope that your home and family is blessed this year, but just only just blessed enough that you still feel envious of ours.





Merry Christmas