P365 – Day 34 (They’re Here!)

Whee!! After a THREE hour delay (sitting on the runway waiting for baggage handlers to arrive to deal with luggage) Mamie and Grandad finally left Michigan! Hooray! Tim said Sarah must have asked him 10 times when they would arrive. Poor David and Sarah – they had a very difficult time understanding about the travel changes and delays. David said this evening, “I thought they would at least get here by noon.” Mind you, they were originally due at 2:30 pm. Lol! I guess that is certainly closer to noon than the 5:30 pm they finally did arrive. Lol! Daniel chimed in, “Or at the latest 4 pm, not 7:30 pm!” Ah, it’s difficult to wait. I remember how Joshua used to park his chair out at the end of the driveway, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the (then Kansas native) cousins.

When I got home from the conference the children were all standing by with bathing suits, towels and goggles in hand, ready to hop in the van and meet Mamie and Grandad at the hotel. Whee!

daniel and grandad

Daniel gets a hug from Grandad.

We had a good evening swim and then went out for a quick bite to eat (supper for the grownups and dessert for the kiddos).

waiting at the restaurant

Mom and Dad were tired from their travels and I was beat from the Beth Moore conference so we didn’t linger too long over our food.

David and G'dad

David gets a smooch from G’dad.

We had some lovely conversation (the first of many, I hope) and the kids were perfect angels. There was a whole book of coloring pages as part of the kids menu (okay, they were also tired out from the swimming).

rachel and Mamie

Sweet Rachel and Mamie.

The children finished their desserts in front of the restaurant fireplace. Rachel wanted to bring it home with us (which is a bit odd since we already have a gas fireplace in the family room) and was QUITE impressed to hear the Retreat Center is going to have 7 or 8 fireplaces.

fireplace shot

We are so excited to have Mamie and Grandad here in Washington state. Tim is taking off at least one day this week so we can enjoy some special time with them. I’m sure we’ll be regulars at the hotel pool. David wants to spend the night at the hotel. “So I can eat 9 or 10 donuts, Grandad!” That sugar gets them every time. Lol!

Kathy

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Beth Moore Conference

This weekend a friend and I went to Redmond for a Beth Moore conference. What an excellent time of worship and teaching. Michelle used Priceline.com and found us a great hotel. The Lord worked it out that our hotel ( Red Lion) was directly across the street from the Sheraton where her friends were staying. The tickets for Beth Moore’s conference sold out so fast (I believe 5000 people attended this weekend) that there were only a few from our church.

I took some pictures of our hotel room and then promptly ran out of batteries. Argh! This first afternoon. The first hour. Rats. Who knew that we would go on to have a series of adventures – some of which DEFINITELY should have been documented on film. I did get a picture of Michelle making phone calls (we spent a LOT of time connecting with people via various phones).

Michelle at the hotel

Thanks so much, Michelle! You were a wonderful retreat partner!

I also managed to get some pictures of our room (too crowded with our messy stuff) and bed. This bed, by the way, was the most comfortable bed I think I have EVER slept in. Michelle and I were both amazed at how wonderful the mattress was (and that’s not just the sleep deprived side of us talking). Literally I am going to call the hotel and ask them what kind of mattress they have in room 219. It was unbelievably comfy.

bed

Ah, a bed fit for princesses – where’s that pea?

I am WAY too tired to write any more about the conference right now. The seating was general admission so we had to be at the church quite early in order to sit on the main floor. I do NOT think you should have a 5 am wake up call (which came at 4:45 am!!!) on a Saturday morning – especially when you are sleeping in the most plush, soft bed ever.

I’ll try to blog more later.

Kathy

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Project 365, Day 33 (Fri w/SL)

It is a sad thing when a man feels like an intruder in his own blog, but such are the straits to which we have come. Kathy is off gallivanting, and so it falls to me to stay up late blogging, tweaking the timestamps so people don’t know how late I was up and writing.

Today was Sarah Lucinda’s special day, and she didn’t really want to play a game. Instead, she asked me to play on the floor with her. She had dragged a number of dollhouses and castles into a circle and had nearly 50 little people (mostly Polly Pockets and Playmobil people) all talking to one another in falsetto voices. We played on the floor for the better part of an hour, acting out a day in the life of a man with 9 children (or it may have been 11, I lost count). The family had carrots for dinner, which was appropriate, since we ‘real people’ also had carrots (except we had a yummy roast, noodles, other veggies and homemade biscuits, left for us by our sweet Kathy).


For some reason, the parents of the family slept in the attic. I’m trying not to read too much significance into that.

Sarah is a sweet girl and she is a lot of fun to play with. I was surprised at how quickly the time passed; we ended by reading The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round and then singing each verse.


Here’s a sweet co-op girl.

Today was co-op day, and for no particularly good reason, I was about 13 minutes late to pick up the kids. Most of them were out playing in traffic (well, in the parking lot anyway) but Sarah was patiently waiting in her classroom. I asked her if she was worried (one of her brothers is often dismayed by late parents) and she said, in a sing-song little voice, “No, I just waited.”

I have a lot of deep and subtle thoughts on my heart, and you would think that I would take this opportunity to write some of them down, but I need to pace myself. Besides, this is technically Kathy’s Project 365 post, so I can’t really wax too eloquent on a borrowed soapbox.

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P365 – Day 32 (Thur w/DW)

It’s David’s Special Day. He will be 6 in the middle of this month. My goodness! Right now he is very worried that we haven’t bought him any presents. He’s not sure we have enough time to get them. These are pressing concerns.

david and sarah

Surely his sister, Sarah, will buy him something fun for his birthday!

In lieu of this worry, I do have to ask a few questions. First of all, what does he possibly want that he hasn’t already gotten for Christmas? If you ask him, he struggles to come up with something. I think he just enjoys the IDEA of presents (and really, as someone who has just a hint – cough – of “gifts” as a love language, I can’t blame him). Also I am a bit amused at the idea that it would take such a long time to buy him some presents. If we were ordering something online, then yes, it would require planning, but a trip to the store (Wal-Mart, Target, and Fred Meyer are all within 20 minutes of our home not to mention Toys R Us up by the mall) hardly needs days and days of planning.

I understand his cry – “I’m special! Don’t forget about me. Don’t forget about my birthday! Celebrate me!!” – and in a big family I can understand the fear of being overlooked.

david smiles

Really, who could overlook this special little guy?

He must not fully comprehend what kind of a celebrating mother and generous, gift buying father he has. His birthday will NOT be forgotten. We will prepare and decorate and celebrate. There will be LOTS of presents (of one form or another). His siblings will thoroughly join in the partying – with gifts and general merrymaking. Don’t worry David!

Today was the end of swim lessons for this session.

david sitting pool

David has rapidly progressed up the ranks of swim classes. I guess he was right when he told me he was doing well. He went from Pike to Super Pike and, this time, got the notice that he can register for Eels next. Such a heady pace of advancement!

there he goes

There he goes!

there he falls

And there he falls–not really, but that last jump did wear him out!

Sweet Sarah, meanwhile, plugs along in Pike, session after session. Lol.

sarah swimsI'm a pike

I’m a pike!

After class I couldn’t resist taking some pictures of David and Sarah in front of the beautiful mural that is along the wall behind the hot tub, in the corner of the pool room.

david and the snake
sarah and the flowersthey're silly

Don’t bite our fingers!

I had a meeting this evening so I wasn’t home to snap pictures of David and Tim playing Age of Empires for their game time. I know they had a great time because David was all smiles when I returned home.

This weekend my parents come for a visit. Whee!! David and Sarah will surely impress them with their new swimming skills. We are all excited to see them.

Happy Special Day, David!!

Kathy

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Dough Boys

Can a beautiful, leather couch really be nicknamed ‘Dough Boy?’ Does this match the sophisticated, high class image we’re trying to create? Oh wait, we don’t have a chance to create (much less maintain) such an image. We’ll have to stick with ‘comfortable, relaxed, and well-lived in.’ That sounds more like our style (whether by choice or compulsion).

david the dough boy

Mind you, some would say ‘Cream Puff’ is a terrible name for a beautiful, cream, leather recliner. Sounds like a poodle or a nickname for your junior high girlfriend. My family seized upon the name, but then they have a strong fondness for cream puffs. Rachel requested them as a dessert for our Christmas party (a la Costco and, of course, sold in a large tub) and they were a huge hit.

cream puffs

So ‘Cream Puff’ is here to stay. I’m still debating about ‘Dough Boy’ but I suspect I am fighting a losing battle. Especially since Tim has put his foot down, or rather his feet up (on the comfy couch).

Of course, in my research (and you must do much research when naming a piece of furniture) the term Dough Boys (spelled as one word) has a long and interesting history.

In this instance I am referring to doughboys, as in the military term for the soldiers who fought in World War I. Not, as may have originally been assumed, the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Just wanted to be sure we were clear on things. I did, however, stumble on a whole line of cartoons around the little Pillsbury guy that had me chuckling. I had to post this one as it makes me think of some friends over at the SHS loop who are occasionally feeling down and tired.

cartoon

I also came across Doughboy Pools which claim to be “The Original Portable Pool.” But I digress.

Wikipedia defines doughboy as a “now-outdated slang term for an American infantryman, best known from its use in World War I, although it potentially dates back to the Mexican-American War of 1846-48.”

dough boy

In a historical context, there are many theories on where exactly the name originated. For more information than you could ever want on the term, click here.

I’ll post just a couple random comments from the article (An Interim Report By Website Editor Michael E. Hanlon):

“The expression doughboy, though, was in wide circulation a century before the First World War in both Britain and America, albeit with some very different meanings. Horatio Nelson’s sailors and Wellington’s soldiers in Spain were both familiar with fried flour dumplings called doughboys, the predecessor of the modern doughnut…”

I’m feeling just a wee bit hungry. It’s been a while since dinner.

“Independently, in the former colonies, the term had come to be applied to baker’s young apprentices, i.e. dough-boys. Again, American soldiers probably were familiar with this usage. This version of doughboy was also something of a distant relative to “dough-head”, a colloquialism for stupidity in 19th Century America.”

Nice! Why is it that something with the word ‘head’ in it is automatically an insult? Mr. Potato head notwithstanding.

“The Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang cites several sources from the War with Mexico showing doughboy to be a nickname for the infantry including:

We “doughboys” had to wait for the artillery to get their carriages over.
N.J.T. Dana [An infantryman]

No man of any spirit and ambition would join the “Doughboys” and go afoot.
Samuel Chamberlain [A Dragoon]

And then, of course, there are the extensive theories that surround the origin of the title. I am still amazed that there has been this much discussion on the topic – enough to warrant more than one hypothesis. Not to leave you hanging, here they are:

The Baked Goods Theory
The Button Theory
The Pipe Clay Theory
The Adobe Theory

I must admit that I have done no further research (as mentioned earlier, this is really more information than most people care to know and I am definitely one of those people) so I can’t truly verify the validity of this report. Still, would goggle lead me wrong??

With that I leave you to carry on. Meanwhile I have a strange craving for donuts.

Kathy

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