Monday, December 08, 2014

Pictures are rarely what they seem....

I assure you.

This does not just happen for us.

A few too many people have told me that we always take such nice family pictures. 

Little do they realize to get this one pretty good picture.....we had to take almost 50 pictures. Most of which have already been banished from my camera's memory card. 

We were hoping to schedule a family session with our favorite photographer, but getting it squeezed in before Christmas was proving to be too difficult on our end. So, with my trusty DSLR camera set on a stand and utilizing the timer, we figured we would have to settle for a DIY family photo. 

As I looked at our calendar, I was at a loss for when we could even make that happen. I wanted to utilize good natural lighting, but it's getting dark by dinner time these days. The boys don't get home from school until 3:30. Heath naps from 2-5. Our Saturday and Sundays have been packed lately as we literally come and go from meetings/appointments/outings. Adam and I basically hi-five and give a quick kiss in the garage as we trade off for home duty. 

So, as I sat in a baby shower Saturday morning (we had already traded home duty off once that morning), I texted Adam and said, "I think I'll be home in a 1/2 an hour. Want to try to do family pictures before you have to leave?" (Ok, I actually texted that to our babysitter from the night before. Whoops.Once i realized it, I then sent it to Adam). Adam replied that Kenny, our exchange student, was still in bed and asked where the outfits were. 

Yes, I had picked out outfits already. I try really hard not to buy anything new when we take pics and just coordinate what we already have on hand. So, I had coordinating outfits that had been sitting on our bedroom floor for the past week and a half. Apparently, he had not tripped over them enough times yet to realize they were there.  I still hadn't completely decided what I was wearing, but a forced quick decision can sometimes be best.

So, as I come rushing into the house about a 1/2 an hour later, I am greeted by happy and excited children still in their comfy Saturday morning clothes while Adam was in the laundry room ironing one of the shirts (No, he wouldn't have done that on his own prompting. He had received another text from me informing him that Tate's shirt needed to be ironed. An activity we very rarely do in our house). 

I begin ripping clothes off the kids and throwing pants at them. Kenny has now gotten out of bed and probably wonders what these crazy Americans are doing. We tell him we are doing a family picture and to throw a sweater on. 

I wonder in deep vain whether or not we should even be attempting this as I had not even showered that day. I shake my can of dry shampoo and repeat to myself, "it'll be fine" as I practically empty the contents of it onto my head. 

We get into our clothes in record time and I try to make some sense of the boys' hair, thanking God that boy's hair is easier to do than girl's hair. 

We get arranged on the porch. And I try to cover Heath's bright red socks that I left on him.

I know one of our family members is going to think, "Kenny is nice and all, but we'd like a shot of you guys without him."

Well, we tried to take some. One wasn't awful. Heath looks like we have just told him that he will never get to have cookies again. Big, sad eyes. Like, I said, it's not awful, but when you know this kid's smile can light up the room - you want to try to catch some glimpse of it.

And another pose we did, Heath insisted that he sit on Kenny's lap. INSISTED. Crying, insisted. So, of course, we let him sit on Kenny's lap.

Afterwards, when we saw the pictures better, I asked Tate why he didn't ever smile. He insisted that he did smile, but he just didn't want to show his teeth because he got too crazy when he did that. He then proceeded to show me. I agreed. It was too crazy. We'll have to work on that in the future.

So, after about an 8.5 minute photo session, we all piled back inside. I hollered to the boys to go change so they didn't get their nice clothes messy. Adam hi-fived me, and he went out the door for a meeting.

Sometimes our attempt at pictures goes as awesome as this:
I just can't make myself delete this one. 
It's too accurate sometimes on how I feel about wrangling these 3 boys. 
I'm still smiling though. 

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Heath turned 2!

So, let's pretend like Heath didn't turn 2 a week and a half ago. 
It's all just going way too fast. 

We celebrated on a busy Sunday with just a few small festivities with our household.
Doesn't take much to make a 2-year old happy. 
Get a couple of balloons. Have a cake. Let him unwrap a few gifts. 
Put him down for a nap.
The end.

Here's what Heath is like at 2 years old:
- He's a momma's boy nearly all of the time. Even at 5 a.m.when he can't sleep. "Momma......Momma?....Momma?" Not gonna lie. I find it incredibly endearing and adorable. But I still make Adam get up and deal with him. ;)
- He likes kicking and throwing balls back and forth with someone.
- He's a good eater. Not too many things he won't eat (sometimes a little prompting is needed though).
- He skipped over playing with baby toys very much and likes playing with what his older brothers are playing with.
- He's not very verbal. In the last couple of months, he has finally started copying sounds and words that we say. Even though he doesn't have a huge vocabulary, its clear that he understands us just fine. He is great at following directions and responding to things we say.
- He does make a lot of noises and animates his toys: car noises, animal growls, weapon noises.
- He likes trucks, motorcycles, and firetrucks.
- He loves being read to. And lately, he wants a book put in his bed with him when he goes to sleep.
- He still naps every day for around 3 hours. And sleeps 12 hours at night.
- He is a very sweet boy and we LOVE, LOVE, LOVE him!

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Trunk or Treat 2014

One of my favorite church events of the year:
Trunk or Treat!

Such a great opportunity to work together and engage with our community and provide a fun family event.

This year's Willis trunk theme was:
Star Wars!

We handed out mini light-saber candies:

We had a video that was playing in the back of the van:

Didn't get a good picture of our family and all of the trunk. And we never got a picture including our exchange students as they were running around and busy helping in other areas.

Overall, a great turnout. A beautiful night for it. And lots of fun.

Guests that come through are able to vote on their favorite trunk. We took a satisfying 2nd place. We just can't quite compete with the family that has gotten first place the last few years. They did "Frozen" this year and handmade their costumes and have been working months in advance. C'mon....I didn't even want to attempt to make a simple Princess Leia costume so I just bought a white graduation gown at a thrift store for $2. Those Downing's are in a league of their own. But it's super fun to see what everybody comes up with every year! Hmmmm....should we do a trunk again next year? If so, what should our theme be? Or maybe, we'll take a year off and help out in some other aspect of the event. We'll see......

Friday, October 17, 2014

What a Day, Glorious Day That Will Be

Said a final earthly goodbye a few weeks ago when I kissed my grandpa on the head and was fairly certain it would be the last conversation I had with him in this life.

Just a week after that, he breathed his last and left this earth.

Death hurts. It doesn't feel right. And it certainly doesn't feel good.

And it shouldn't.

It should leave us longing for something more. It should leave us searching for what life is really about. It should lead us to realize that until Jesus returns, things on this earth will not be right. There will be pain. There will be sicknesses. There will be injustices. There will be evil. There will be death.

And it should hopefully lead us to our knees realizing our need for our Savior. And longing for the day when He will make all things right and we will see Him face to face.

"There is coming a day when no heartaches shall come;
No more clouds in the sky,
No more tears to dim the eye. 
All is peace forevermore on that happy golden shore.
What a day, glorious day that will be.

What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see.
And I look upon His face,
The one who save me by His grace.
When He takes me by the hand
And leads me through the promised land;
What a day, glorious day that will be.

There'll be no sorrow there,
no more burdens to bear,
No more sickness, No pain,
No more parting over there. 
And forever I will be with the One who died for me.
What a day, glorious day that will be

What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see.
And I look upon His face,
The one who save me by His grace.
When He takes me by the hand
And leads me through the promised land;
What a day, glorious day that will be."

Grandma requested that the grandchildren sing that hymn at Grandpa's service. 

Try to get through that song in one piece while grandma, his wife of 67 years, sits in the front crying.

We fully believe the words. And I know she does too.
But it still leaves those left behind hurting.

Robert Jackson
August 13, 1927 - October 7, 2014
Robert Jackson passed away late Tuesday afternoon, October 7, 2014 at his home. He quietly slipped from his tired body to his heavenly home.
Bob was born August 13, 1927, to Herbert and Anna (Taylor) Jackson at home on a farm in Wells County, IN. He grew up on a farm during the depression. He left high school early to serve in the U.S. Navy in WWII. With the service and war behind him, he married Phyllis Werling on July 4, 1947. Together they set out to farm and raise a family. For 67 years, they met life's trials with a smile. They shared everything-including identical birthdays!
Bob was a faithful follower of Jesus Christ all of his adult life. He and Phyllis set a shining example as a loving couple for all to see.
Bob is survived by five children: Barbara (Sam) Strahm of Walkerton, Sharon (Doug) Miller of Fort Wayne, Bob (Linda) of Goshen, Dennis (Francine) of Mill Creek, and David (Janet) of Silver Lake, IN; 19 grandchildren; and 28 great-grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents, a brother, and a sister.
Bob retired from farming and the Kosciosko County Highway Department. Bob was a farmer at heart, but his best "crop" was his children. After retirement, he worked with other farmers in the spring and fall. In his spare time, he enjoyed model railroading and antique tractors. He used and played with Allis Chalmers machinery for 75 years, orange was his favorite color! He enjoyed many good times with his grandchildren and great-grandchildren, whom he prayed for daily. He will be missed by all and we look forward to a reunion in heaven.

Here's a couple of my favorite pictures that I have of Grandpa:

I'm the little girl in green on Grandpa's lap.
On our wedding day, August 2003.
Holding Heath.
And even though we will not see him again this side of Heaven, there are still many little things in life that will remind me of my Grandpa. Like a handful of candy corn mixed with peanuts.

Thankful to be the granddaughter of a man who lived his life faithfully for the Lord. 

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

A Night in the Woods

Even though our life felt like it had stopped a year ago because of Adam's injury, 
it has not even slightly paused since we celebrated the 1-year anniversary last week. 

Which is why its taken me almost a week to put together some sort of blog post about it.
I haven't even had the chance to attempt thinking about it until now.

A beautiful night for a walk through the woods. 
Really, I'm not sure that the weather could have been any more perfect.

We tried to list and count up the people that we saw that had come out. 
Just shy of 50 people from various aspects of our life.  
It was a great group and we were elated to have their presence.

During that day, I was telling myself not to be discouraged about local friends and family that were telling us that they couldn't make it. Obviously, I know life is busy. I understand that. There was still a very big part of me though that felt weak and needed to know that we had a human support system around us.  It seemed silly, but I needed to know that we still had people that cared about us and viewed Adam's recovery as big of a deal as we did.  It just meant so much to us to have everyone come out that was able to.  

Here's the main group. There was another few groups that had arrived later.
The path wasn't easy. It was winding. Narrow in spots. Rocks and tree roots jutted up out of the ground.  And you had to be aware of oncoming mountain bikers enjoying a ride.
And it was especially tough if you were carrying a 25lb. toddler. :)

Having never been on the trail before, I was grateful to have a chance to take it in. 
It wasn't necessarily a sentimental time. There was no speech or presentation.
I was trying to keep track of kids and so were others.

But it was a special time for us.
If we had just sat on the couch that night and reminisced about where a year had gotten us,
this moment would have been forever lost and not valued for what it was.

We are grateful to God. 
So grateful.
We don't hesitate for a moment to praise God for Adam's recovery.
Yes, he is a driven man. 
Yes, he was able to be at a good rehab facility.
But this was God.

We are thankful for the change in our hearts that has taken place.
To be more desperately in need of Him.
To be more aware of His presence.
To feel His comfort and peace - like no one else can offer.
To see ourselves for what we are - weak, broken vessels.
Any good, any strength, any capabilities, any overcoming - 
that's because of Him.

Here's to hoping we never, ever forget that.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

1-Year Anniversary Event Invitation

We are quickly approaching the 1-year anniversary of Adam's mountain biking accident that resulted in a spinal cord injury.

We wanted to find a way to celebrate the healing and recovery we have seen. To remember and reflect upon the seriousness of the injury and the potentially difficult outcome we were facing. But mostly, we want to thank God for his presence, comfort, faithfulness, and mercy we were shown throughout the past year.  We want to praise God for being good, for being who He is.

If you are local, we invite you to join us for a simple event. No fanfare. No big agenda. No fundraising. Just a simple opportunity to ride, run, or walk alongside us as we travel the trail that Adam started off on his bike a year ago - but had to finish by being carried off in a stretcher not knowing whether he would ever be able to move his arms and legs again.

The trail is a bike trail. It is narrow and somewhat rough in places and not paved. (i.e. not stroller/wheelchair accessible). Those that mountain bike are free to ride the trail.
Adam will.

But we invite those that aren't bike-riders to run or simply walk the trail.
At about 1.5 mile in is the site of his accident. It is marked by an A-frame bridge.
Adam says you can't miss the area.

It is there that we are also inviting you to build an altar with us.

In the Bible, we see that God's people built altars.  This act of erecting an altar marked many significant events in the Old Testament.  Altar building was always directed towards God.  They involved a sacrifice. At times of joy, they built altars. At times of sadness. At times they were in need of repentance.  At times of victory. At times of defeat. At times of celebrating God's faithfulness. It was a symbol of their submission to God. A renewal of their commitment to Him.

They were motivated by their recognition and reverence of God, identifying that He had intervened in their lives. They built their altars to worship and to express dependence and thanksgiving to God. They built their altars not out of ritual, but with deep feeling and desire to connect with God.

Our desire is to build an altar out of stones for many of these same reasons.

We invite you to build this altar with us,
Bring a stone with you or we'll supply some at the trailhead for you to take in with you.

We would love to have you join us if you are able:
Thursday, September 25
6:00 - 7:00 pm
(Because people will arrive at differing times, this is more of a take-the-trail-as-you-are-able sort of thing)
Merrell Trail in Rockford, MI
Directions to Merrell Trail : From GR area: Take 131 N and get off on the 10 Mile Rd exit.  Go east (turn right) off of the exit ramp. Turn south (right) (Stoplight at Meijer intersection) on drive next to Macatawa Bank and take road back to parking area. We'll try to have some signage in the parking lot directing you to the trailhead and what trails to take. 

Adam was riding the Mix Master Trail and his accident occurred at about the spot where the "3" is. 

Saturday, September 13, 2014

If you give Becca a paintbrush....

Once again, I started a project and didn't take a BEFORE picture. Whoopsy-daisy.

Our guestroom has housed numerous people in the past 5 years that we have lived here. More than what I want to try to list. We highly value having a room in which we can easily extend an invitation for people to stay with us. 

And I believe I usually apologized for it. It wasn't messy or unkept. It was just a bit.....ugly. 

Two teenage girls had shared the room prior to us buying the house. Each wall was a different color - bright pastels. And the carpet was pink. We have re-done many parts of our house, but there are a few pockets of space left that we haven't touched. And up until now, I just didn't want to make the effort to paint it. It was just the spare room.

Well, I got the itch to paint it a few weeks ago. 

Although, I didn't want to spend money on replacing the pink carpet, so I had to think about what color scheme would look good with pink carpet - and I didn't want it to look feminine (more on that in a bit). Or moreso, IS there a color scheme that would look good with pink carpet without it looking feminine? 

I decided on a gray color. Actually, it was called "Coastal Pleasure". And well, once Becca paints a wall, it ends up being kinda like those "When You Give a Mouse a Cookie" books. 

If you aren't an avid reader of children's books like we are and you find yourself unfamiliar with these stories, it all starts out with a mouse who wants a cookie and so you give him one. Well, then he wants a glass of milk. Then he spills the milk. Then he gets out a mop to clean it up. Then he notices that the window is dirty. Then he opens the window and sees his friends playing outside. And so he joins them. Then a cat chases them all........And the story continues to build all the way back around until the mouse wants a cookie again. (The book doesn't go quite like that......but it's something like that). My point is that once I did one thing, then I wanted to do something else, and something else, etc., etc. 

I'm not sure if its possible for me to just paint a wall. 

So, after I painted the walls. I thought the room would look so much better if I painted the bedroom set that we had in there - a passed along used gift from some family a few years ago. This included a headboard, a nightstand, a large dresser, a desk/vanity, and a benchseat. It was stained a dark wood. I wanted it black.

And after I painted the furniture, then I wanted to freshen up all of the hardware on them as they would look much better in a silver.

Then I wanted to get a new bedding/comforter set.

Then I wanted to re-cover the benchseat cushion.

Then I wanted to paint the doorknobs on the closet doors. 

Then I thought the outlets and covers should be replaced.

Then I wanted a ceiling fan in place of the light fixture.

And I'm still looking for some artwork that I would like on the wall.

But I'm happy to report that my ambitious exploits that I don't really have time for have brought me great temporal satisfaction.

And the reason why I didn't want it to look too feminine......we offered ourselves up to host a male exchange student from Taiwan for the school year.  Adam is picking him up from the airport as I type this. Another ambitious exploit that we might not really have time for? Possibly. :) But hosting someone in our home and opening up our hearts and lives to them - that could potentially have great eternal impact. We have a big house, let's use it and share it. 

Do not worry, out-of-town friends and family - we plan to get to work ASAP on framing and finishing off a bedroom in our basement. Hope to have it done by Christmas time. In the meantime, if you should visit, we are more than happy to sleep on couches while you get the luxurious master suite. Luxurious might be too strong of a word for that. After all, the master bathroom is one more area we haven't redone and the walls in there are covered in old pink wallpaper. Maybe I should do something about that? ;) 

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Goodbye Summer/Hello School!

The first day of the 2014-15 school year is in the books!

Landon is ready for 1st grade! Conquered tying shoes a few weeks ago. 
He loves school and was raring to go this morning.

Man, these 2 guys are handsome!
There is no bussing options for us this year, although we have planned some carpooling with friends to help lighten the load for everyone. 

We are at a new school this year.  A local charter school.
The main reason for the switch is that I wanted Tate to do a Young 5's program and most of our regular public schools have phased this program out.  He's a smart kid and I wasn't worried about him academically. He could just use a little more time to be more sure of himself and more confident in trying new things and being in social settings.  He'll now always be one of the oldest kids in his class, but I think we have gained a great deal in giving him a little more time to develop before he jumps into the more rigorous academic demands of school.  He'll go to school 5 days a week in the afternoon.

And once he got accepted into the school, they have policies to bump siblings up on the priority list.  So, Landon was first on the waiting list for a spot in 1st grade and, thankfully, a spot opened up for him so that they could be at the same school. 
(This was the school that we applied for Kindergarten for Landon last year and he was #93 on the wait list.)

 Tate looks so sweet here. 
This photo was taken in much haste and frustration though.
Previous to this, as I was loading Heath in the car, Tate came bounding out the door and locked it.
My purse and keys were sitting just inside the house door still. 

We were doing so well on time.

So, yes, we were the last ones to arrive for Tate's class.
Someone has to be, I guess.
Tried really hard to not take it out on him and let it ruin the excitement of the first day of school.

I did learn the house is more difficult to break into than I thought.
Which is good. 
Adam answered on my 3rd call to him and was able to come home quickly and let us in.
(Note to Adam: You might want to fix the screen on the family room slider that I ripped partially off).

Happy to be reunited after the 1st day of school.
This is what 2 brothers do when you ask them to get together for a picture.
Apparently, it translates to "try to squeeze your brother as hard as you can."

And with the start of school means the end of summer.
Pretty sad about it. 
It goes too quickly and I love having my boys home.
We had a full and busy summer. No lazy, hazy days for us.

Here's our bucket list. 
The only thing not crossed off was "Pick Blueberries."
(Although I decided awhile ago to let this one go when we were super busy during blueberry season and someone who "picks blueberries like a migrant worker" (her words, not mine) needed to share an overabundance with us.

We crossed off the following: *Go to 15 different parks *Play with water balloons *Pick Strawberries *Go bowling *Play in the rain *See a movie in the theater *Get a donut at Sandy's *Mail a letter to someone special *Jump off the diving board *Go on a picnic *Host a neighborhood ice cream social *Camp in the backyard *Have RootBeer Floats *Make recycled crayons *Go fishing with dad *Read a chapter book together *Memorize Ephesians 2:4-5 *Go to a splash pad *Catch lightening bugs *Go to the beach *Play tennis *Have a scavenger hunt 

Plus, throw in a week at Grandma & Grandpa Vig's while mom and dad are on a missions trip. And a week at Lake Ann Camp. And a week with Grandma & Grandpa Strahm at Prairie Camp. And a busy week of VBS. And multiple youth hangouts, pool parties, and other shenanigans. And a Spanish teenager living with us for most of the summer.

It was a good summer, but we must say goodbye to it!
Praying to have an open heart and willing attitude for all that God has in store for us this school year!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

11 Years Ago We Made a Choice

August 23 marks our 11th wedding anniversary.
To the teens that we work with that sounds like a long time to be together. 
To my grandparents, who just celebrated their 66th (or was it 67th? I'm guessing they may lose track after that long as well) wedding anniversary this summer, we have hardly begun to fill the bucket.

To those who haven't crossed the marriage line yet:
Choose wisely.
Yes, it is a choice.

Know what is most important to you in a life partner. Yes, marriage should be for LIFE. That's how it was designed and intended - not by man, but by God. I actually made a list of items that were important to me when I was 18. Some were on the silly side and I knew were not essential. But I knew which ones were essential to what I should commit my life to.  He had to love Jesus more than he could ever love me. He had to pursue me. He had to have a heart to serve. He had to be an honest man. He couldn't be caught up in money and material things. He had to make me feel beautiful and make my heart race. Non-negotiables for me.  Some pursuing guys did not make the cut.

Adam did.

He wasn't shy about his relationship with Jesus. It was clearly important to him. It was a matter of easy conversation for us. He initiated praying with me before I went on my Spring Break missions trip when we were still just friends. He was eager to serve others and help them, often sacrificing his time to do so. And I loved that he drove a very rough-looking little Corsica and didn't seem to be bothered by it one bit.

And man, that guy pursued me and made me feel special. Notes. And lots of them! Good old-fashioned calling a girl up and asking her to hang out or go on a date. Sweet guestures. Flowers. Did I ever tell you about the time he sorted through a box of Lucky Charms and gave me a box of just marshmallows because he knew how much I liked them? That boy covered many miles to see me throughout our summer breaks. And he embraced my decision not to kiss until there was a ring on my finger (a decision I made after kissing a few, but before he came along) (Honestly, one of the best decisions I ever made.....probably material for another blog post).  And did I ever mention how he proposed? (definitely material for a blog post)

I chose Adam. And he chose me.
And every day, we need to be reminded of that choice.
And that commitment we made to one another 11 years ago.

Some days it is easy to love one another. Very easy.
And other days, it's hard. Very hard.

Many of our days we get along great and we are in sync with one another and laughter comes easily and he is still the most attractive person I have ever laid my eyes upon.  He is thoughtful and kind. I am considerate and pleasant. So easy to love one another on those days.  Blissful even.

And other days. Oy. Its like we are two hangry (hungry + angry) bears that have awoken from winter hibernation and we walk around cranky and taking swipes at each other. Our sinful human nature pokes through and is ready to be selfish and hurtful. Or life circumstances simply happens. And its hard and difficult and messy and we just keep getting knocked down.

That's when our choice is put to the test. That's when the opportunity to love really happens. That's when we have to stop and be reminded of what is required in the covenant of marriage that we vowed before God and 300 of our friends and family. We have to think about the sacrificial love of Jesus that we both have experienced and come to know.  He shows us how to love.

Some say that love is a choice. And yes, it is. We have to choose whether or not to express or extend love in many circumstances throughout our day.

But I have already made the commitment and choice to love Adam.
I need to see it through to completion.

11 wonderful years down.
Excited for the years to come.

Saturday, August 09, 2014

Bucket Day

Well, Becca is away so the boys will play and I will post.  I normally don't post on the blog as Becca is a much better writer than I am and knows how to use grammar and punctuation properly.  But every so often I get adventurous and desire to do something postworthy. (this is different than when i am adventurous and then Becca posts about me  :) )

So back to the title of this post. Becca and the boys created a summer bucket list

So with 3 boys and no Becca I dubbed today as "Bucket Day" and took on the task to cross off as many of the items on the list as we could in one day.  The boys all got onboard with my idea so away we went. 
 Here is a timeline and list of our day with some pictures and comments:

Start time: 10am
Park #1 - Alpine sports complex

park #2 - Alpine E/lementary

Park #3 - Wahlfield park

Park #4 - English Hills

Park #5 - Orchard Hills

Noon - Lunch time. We stopped at McDonalds and I treated the boys to a happy meal and we were surprised to find that the 3 best Mcd's employees were all working at the same time so we got a photo  to document it.  Thanks Lydia, Christi, and Grace!

Splash Pad at Millennium Park - check off go to a splash pad :)

Park #6 - Millennium Park

Park #7 - Sunset Hills

Park #8 - Community Park

2:30pm - Home 
Swim time - Task: get older 2 boys to jump off the diving board. Success! I have a video I will post on Facebook.  This was no small feat as our boys don't like getting their heads wet or going under the water but with the excitement of "bucket day" and the bribery of going to a movie,we made it happen.  Now the real question is - will it ever happen again???  Only time will tell.

3:00pm - Heath - nap time
3:30pm - the Amazing Lydia who got off work at 2 came over to hang at the house while I took L & T to go see a movie in the movie theater. Check off another bucket list task.  We went to see "How to train your dragon 2."  Pretty good movie we all enjoyed it. I think i liked it better than the first one as it had strong themes of sacrifice and servant leadership.  I am sure there are other themes in it as well both good and bad but the boys and i were entertained and we used the refillable popcorn bucket i got for Becca for mother's day - and brought home a full bucket, so score!

6:45pm - return home and release Lydia, feed older two boys dinner (Lydia fed heath and herself before we got home. She is so great)
7:00pm - give all 3 boys showers/ baths
8:00pm - boys to bed
8:15pm - Dathan & Emily stopped for a quick visit.  They were the program directors for jump start program at lake ann camp this summer.  So i got to know them when i spoke at camp this summer and i recently helped Dathan get a new bow so we did a few tweaks, caught up, and then they headed on their way.  Very nice couple that Dathan and Emily. 
9:30pm - start working on the bucket day blog post.

All in all I would say it was a very fun and busy day and would rule it a success.  My highs from the day were watching Heath conquer the tallest slide on every playground - that kid is a thrill seeker we better watch out.  Out of the 3 boys he would always protest the most when we would leave a park but was also very excited when he saw the new slide at the next park.  I also enjoyed motivating the boys to jump off the diving board and going out to a movie with them. It was a great father son day that is for sure.  I hope this is a day the boys will remember for awhile.