Murder Mystery

Kathy and I were invited to a Murder Mystery party this evening — strangely enough, I don’t think either of us have ever been to a party like this.

A chambermaid (Mae Flower) and a man of the cloth (Rev. Happ E. Day)

Usually, each guest has a role and a set of informational clues that only they know. At least one guest is the murderer; other guests try to piece together the clues, to discover who is the killer.

The party hosts spent the whole day decorating and setting up the party.

I was pleased to be among four guests who correctly identified the nefarious criminal. In retrospect, it was obvious that only one could be so cold-blooded and so evil, as to take the life of another human being (even one so universally deplored as Marv Ellis, saloon owner). Yes, the guilty one was my arch-nemesis, aka Dusty Rhodes, stagecoach driver.

Round up the usual suspects!

The jewel in the crown of the evening was ranch-hand Tony’s amazing ability to chug a cream soda in less than 4 seconds, while the rest of the contestants were still finishing their first dainty sips. Truly an enjoyable party — and I got to drive the cute chambermaid home in my personal coach.

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Happy Birthday David – 11 years old!

A momentous day indeed. David, who just yesterday was a mere child of 10, turned 11 years old today. Practically a young man. Gulp.

And what would a family blog be without some pictures of this special day.

David and I saw this idea for rainbow pancakes on Pinterest

We have a tradition of decorating the house (on the eve of the birthday) from top to bottom for the birthday child. I’ve done all sorts of different decorating themes from streamers and balloons to ribbons and birthday signs. The Dollar Store has a wonderful collection of simple (affordable) birthday banners and signs. I hang them and then carefully pack and store them from year to year. I love to shop for gifts which is why I always prefer going on the Gift Geek website as they have the best gifts ideas at reasonable prices for almost every occasion, thus make it quite easy for me and also giving me time to concentrate on other things to make the birthday the best.

It’s funny how often birthdays come up when there are five children.

Be careful of the traditions you start, I now say. Ha!

Table all set for the b-day boy

And yes, I do my most creative work after midnight, so pre-birthday nights are often late ones for me. It’s worth it, I think, to see and hear the kids’ excited voices in the morning (after I’ve had my coffee and the fog has lifted). Many times the older children join me in decorating (when I’m willing to start a little earlier in the evening). Last year I was in the midwest, sitting by my father’s hospital bed, over David’s birthday. It was a devastating time on many levels, and David was heartbroken that I was gone for his special day. Amidst all the sadness, it was a joy to hear that Tim and the children all pitched in to do Mom’s Decorating Work and created a beautiful birthday morning for David.

The birthday boy in pictures!

I always try to do something a little special in my decorating (there’s only so many times you can hang streamers without it getting a trifle blasé). This year I decided to go through my picture file folders and create some collages of David’s birthdays over the past 10 years. It was difficult to weed through the pictures and not print pages and pages of photo memories, but I managed to condense the birthday celebrations to 6 pages. I printed them on card stock and spread them all around the birthday table. We’ll laminate them and save them in David’s memory bin. We also prepared funny coffee mugs for every member of the family.

Poor David had to wait ALL day to really celebrate his birthday. Tim was working in Seattle and wasn’t home until late. We have a strict rule (although it might be unwritten) that you can’t open presents until all the family is assembled. David took the day off from school and enjoyed computer games, a movie, and just generally not having to do “work,” but No Presents.

Sarah worked on David’s birthday dessert, an elaborate creation of yellow cake, Oreos, chocolate pudding, Cool Whip and chocolate sauce. Oh, and we threw in a few M&M’s to round things out.

David requested a cake/pudding trifle for his birthday this year.

Of course, no dessert until Daddy got home either. My goodness, a day to build character. It’s a good thing David turned 11 and is now full of wisdom and patience.

How delicious!! Yum.

Finally Tim returned home and we could open presents, eat trifle and end the day with Joshua’s reading of a chapter in The Hobbit.

And what would a birthday be without some weapons?

Some Birthday Quotes:

“You did it, Mom, you made the colored pancakes that we saw on Pinterest.” Gotta love a 11 year old who already knows about Pinterest. “Thank you, they are delicious. and yes, I’ll take chocolate milk with them.

“I have to tell you, I just really LOVE getting all the attention on my birthday.” Said matter-of-factly, cheerfully and with a deep of sigh of contentment as siblings were doing his chores, getting him little treats, and just generally making him Star for the Day. Such an honest reflection – don’t we all like to be special at least once a year.

“YES!! I was really hoping for some real weapons on my birthday.” This was as David opened his double morning star that Tim bought. Yikes. What is it about boys and weapons?

“It’s hard to believe I’m actually 11. Joshua, does it just take a while until you start to feel like you’re really 11?” To which Joshua replied,
“Yep, just give it time. It’s only been one day.”

New t-shirt from Mom and necklace from Rachel - David loves gifts!



David, we love you very much! We are so proud of you and the young man you are becoming. Your kindness, thoughtfulness and obedient spirit is an shining example to all of us. You have a great sense of humor and a silliness that makes me laugh, but also a love for the Lord and earnestness that refreshes and renews my heart. You are playful and kind with your younger sister, rowdy and fun with your older sister, a good companion and buddy to your middle brother, and an eager and appreciative student of your oldest brother.

What a gift you are to our family!

Happy Birthday!

Mom

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Lost Days of 2011 — No More Fake Trees

Last year was not a banner year for our family blog. We had only 10 posts, and none from Joshua’s birthday (October 18) forward. Remembering my previous assertion that “if it wasn’t on the blog, it didn’t happen” I am moved to remember a few of the ‘lost days’ of 2011.

About five or six years ago, Kathy visited Lowe’s during the post-Christmas sales, and saw a deal on an artificial Christmas tree that she couldn’t resist. She brought it home, and we’ve saved $30 or $40 each year since, with our re-useable artificial tree. Sadly, it drives Joshua crazy — he actively hates the very idea of an artificial tree. But once you have a fake tree, you might as well use it; so we’ve turned a deaf ear to the grinding of his teeth.

Joshua examines a possible candidate

This year, he’d had enough. “I don’t care about the money,” Joshua insisted. “This may be the last Christmas I am living at home, and by golly we’re getting a real tree.” Sensing our objection, he headed us off at the pass. “I’ll pay,” he growled.

So we all jumped in the car after church on that fine December day, and we soon found ourselves in the Lowe’s parking lot. Dutifully, we trooped in behind Joshua, as he dismissed the lesser trees and settled on a sturdy-looking $40 specimen.

“Now that’s a Noble Fir,” I told the kids, showing off my arboreal expertise.

“Yeah, we can read, too, Dad.” They pointed at the ‘Noble Firs’ sign that I was trying to conceal.

It was truly a Noble Fir -- everyone agreed.

Soon we had bagged the tree and were tying it to the roof of our van, in triumph. We brought it home and found the tree stand that Debbie L. had somehow not forced us to give to the Goodwill in one of her several stints as our garage-cleaning and decluttering consultant.

Daniel and Joshua put their knot-tying expertise to good use, securing the tree.

It was actually quite a fun family outing, nearly worth the $40 that poor Joshua had to shell out for the tree. The only problem was that the tree was so perfectly formed, that everyone who saw it assumed it was a fake tree, which drove Joshua back to grinding his teeth. Still, it was very nice to have the scent of pine in the house — we kept it until the end of January, to eke out every last penny of value.

Admittedly, our whole family is very fond of Christmas

Even the new kittens liked it. Turning up their noses at their water bowls, they insisted on drinking out of the tree-stand at the base of the tree.

Tim

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Renaissance Parenting

It always strikes terror into my soul, when I hear that my wife is reading a new parenting book.

“Oh, great,” I think. “Another picture-perfect family, another book full of spiritual wisdom, another chance to show me up as a loser Dad.”

The people in these books always seem so together. Their parenting philosophies are congruent and based in scripture. Their illustrations are clever and informative. The Dads in these parenting books, especially, seem to be poweful men of quiet wisdom and grace. They always seem to know what to say, moving easily through family crises without ruffled feathers. They don’t get angry or irrational — they always seem to be in control without having to flaunt it.

Kathy's Mom always seems to know just what to say.

I guess it makes sense. Parenting books aren’t best-sellers, in the most optimum conditions — most people don’t like to be told how to parent in the first place. So perhaps only the best and the brightest are published. Still, just once, I’d like to read a parenting book by someone a bit more, well, ‘normal’. Something that had an introduction a bit like this:

“My wife seems to think that we should write a parenting book, because we’ve raised a bunch of kids and they’re all still alive, and none of them are in therapy. To tell you the truth, we pretty much just made it all up as we went along … “

I’ve decided (by the process of elimination) not to be a ‘together’ sort of Dad, but rather to pride myself on my ‘Renaissance Parenting’ technique. I borrow a little here, adapt a little there, and patch it all together into a half-baked system that mostly works, even if it isn’t very coherent, from a philosophical perspective.

A while back, Kathy read Keeping Our Children’s Hearts by Steven and Teri Maxwell (Titus2.com) and borrowed a few ideas from them.

“The Maxwells meet with each of their kids once a week,” Kathy tells me, “to catch up with them and to have an opportunity to speak with each of them one-on-one. We should do that, too.”

And so, in January, we started meeting with each of our kids on Sunday afternoons.

We borrow from all kinds of people. Early in our marriage, we were deeply influenced by Gary and Anne Marie Ezzo’s Growing Kids God’s Way curriculum, which really helped us define our parenting strategy. Sure, Ezzo is a bit out of fashion these days, and if you search the internet (I don’t recommend it) you’ll find all kinds of Ezzo-bashers, but it is actually a great foundational program, which I strongly recommend.

We’ve been influenced by Michael Pearl, and Dee Duke (we strongly recommend this sermon series), the Tripp brothers (Tedd and Paul). and a host of others. Sometimes we’ll love an idea, but not be able to implement it. Other times we’ll latch onto a philosophy, and apply it in our own unique (quirky?) way.

There doesn’t seem to be any way to stop Kathy from reading these parenting books, though.

“The Maxwells have a Family Values Statement in which they list the things that are important to them as a family. We should do that, too.”

And so, I’m working on an adaptation of their Family Values Statement.

Rachel poses for a potential Keeping/Shepherding Our Child's Heart reprint, in case the Maxwells or the Tripps call us for a collaborative effort.

One thing sustains me, though. I have a dream. One day, I’ll be attending a Parenting Conference, and I’ll take refuge, head spinning from hours of parenting wisdom, in the men’s room. There, I’ll encounter the keynote speaker, who will (as luck has it) be out of toilet paper, trapped in a stall, with only seconds before he has to go on stage. That’s when I will enact my revenge: before I give him the toilet paper he needs, I’ll force him to admit that his wife actually wrote the parenting book, and that she used an imaginary stunt Dad for all the witty illustrations and wise proverbs.

“OK, OK, I admit it,” he’ll growl. “My wife made the whole thing up. I’m just an average guy with an anger problem — I never said any of those clever things. Now give me the toilet paper!”

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Blog Narcissism

One of my favorite targets for mockery is Hollywood, when they make a movie about the making of a movie. There is just something sad about an industry so in love with itself, that it thinks the average viewer will be riveted by a ‘behind the scenes’ peek.

Alas, such blatant narcissism is not only found in Los Angeles. Some novelists write about the process of writing a novel, and photographers have been known to take pictures of each other, taking pictures …

Here at the Duckabush Blog, we’re above such crass and vulgar display. We would, however, like to take this opportunity to showcase some of our most celebrated readers.

David

  • At nearly eleven years of age, David is one of our most enthusiastic fans. His cheerful praise of each post encourages us to forge ahead in our fight to resurrect our blog. Lately, thanks to our “Related Posts” feature, he’s been going back over archived entries, reading up on our family’s history (as seen through the blog).

David wears that T&T shirt well - his is an AWANA superstar

Sarah

  • Self-styled as the ‘Queen of Comments’, Sarah has begun responding to each of our posts, with clever little one-line remarks in her distinctive prose. Also using the “Related Posts” feature, she’s been going back over blogs from years ago, giggling about events that are perhaps hazy in her memory. It is a pleasure to write for such a responsive audience.

Sarah and Kathy often enjoy a sneak peak of the AWANA skit of the day.

Strangely enough, this is exactly why we resumed our blog posting this year, after a few technical interruptions. It has been said, “Whoever tells the stories, defines the culture.” (I’m not sure who said it, whether David Walsh, George Gerbner, or possibly Aristotle.) But I think it is fairly true, and so Kathy and I are taking some effort to tell the story of our family — to define our family’s culture by the stories we choose to tell, and the way that we tell them. The virtues we praise and the events we highlight, help to establish what it means to be an Edgren in the memories of our children.

Thinking about some of the things I’ve written, it would seem that a key part of being an Edgren is being a little silly and weird. I guess I’m OK with that.

Tim

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