Ian traditionally has amazing birthdays, and today was no exception, although it was a little understated. He chose Little Caesar's pizza for his dinner and got his own Italian Cheese Bread, which was a really big deal!
Of course, there was orange cake and Blue Moon ice cream. I mean, what else could he possibly want?
Oh... presents...
And it was a beautiful December day for pictures, which is always a blessing. Those outdoor b-day pics. are hit and miss.
I love you, Ian! You are so amazing and creative and fun! Happy Birthday!
Love,
Mama
Luke 12:48b: "From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked." (NIV)
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Friday, December 26, 2014
Saturday, December 20, 2014
The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies, A Review...
I have been a huge fan of the Hobbit and The Lord of the
Rings series'. I have to admit that I am
not a die-hard lifer, and I have actually never read the LOTR trilogy (although
I have read The Hobbit). This is not
within my usual MO, as I am generally first
a reader and then a movie watcher (if
at all), but it's just the way it goes.
Late last night, I sat down with much anticipation, mixed
with a great deal of caution, to watch the "defining moment," as it
had been advertised, and I found it, perhaps, less than defining. I was disappointed that two of the
lines/scenes from the trailer that were particularly compelling were apparently
cut from the film. I am left to assume
that they will be a part of an extended version release, but why do that? Shouldn't the trailer showcase the best of
what is to come? I feel like I watched a
trailer for a different movie!
Within a few minutes of the opening scene, I found myself
saying, "This should have been Rated R". Not that that makes much of a
difference. Even if that was the case, a
lot of parents would have marched their six year olds in to see it, and I
suppose that is their prerogative, as parents.
However, I feel that it is worth reporting that I found "Battle of
the Five Armies" to be ratcheted up a notch from the other five films in
regard to violence. There were several
close up, sustained camera views of the faces of people as they died, and I guess
I always find it a little disturbing to watch the light of life snuffed out of
someone's eyes. I wouldn't say that they
crossed the line to "gore," but this was, almost in its entirety, a
war film. This is the part of the review
where I have to caution you: know your children. And, if you have any doubt as to whether this
intensity is appropriate for them, please go see the movie first, on your own. The worst case scenario is that you watch it,
think I'm crazy, and feel as if you've spent a few dollars too many when you go
back with the kids. But I will tell you
this. My thirteen year old daughter, who
is within the age range for which this film was found "appropriate,"
would not have made it to the title screen.
In regard to language issues, I am left shaking my
head. I cannot fathom why, in over 20
hours of squeaky clean material, they felt the need to throw in one profanity
in the middle of this movie. Of interest
is the fact that the reviewer at plugged in has it wrong, as well. In the plugged in review, it is stated that,
"Dáin calls the orcs "b--tards".
Somehow, I thought that maybe, just maybe, there would be something
contextual about this statement that would make it make sense. This is not the case. Dáin actually uses this profanity to refer to
the elves, simply out of spite.
Content issues aside, there is a lot to like about this
story (always is). Specifically, the
idea that people who should be fighting for the same things make a real mess of
things when they turn on one another and Bard's dedication to protect his
children and his people, at any cost.
And, ya know, you have to appreciate Legolas, his story of unrequited
love, and his amazing skills in battle.
Over all, I would say that the film adaptation of The Hobbit
served as less of a prequel and more of a back story than was originally
intended in the literary works. This
particular film didn't offer any stand alone value (which is to be expected),
and, realistically, I think it might have been a better move to make only two
movies (the first 15 minutes or so of this one felt like it was intended to be
the end of "The Desolation of Smaug"). But there's no going back now. Not for us...
Not for this franchise... and definitely not for Bilbo Baggins...
L.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Date Day...
... with Miah.
It's been a long time coming, but Miah and I finally got out to the Frozen Ice Palace today! There were a lot of fun activities, including making a frozen hand print, measuring up with Olaf and Sven, dancing in the snow, and sitting on the Frozen ice throne.
Miah also built a bear (Elsa bear, of course, who else):
And enjoyed some tasty treats:
Love this girl... It's all about making memories:
L.
It's been a long time coming, but Miah and I finally got out to the Frozen Ice Palace today! There were a lot of fun activities, including making a frozen hand print, measuring up with Olaf and Sven, dancing in the snow, and sitting on the Frozen ice throne.
Miah also built a bear (Elsa bear, of course, who else):
And enjoyed some tasty treats:
Love this girl... It's all about making memories:
L.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Christmas Letter, 2014...
December 12, 2014
Dear Friends and Family,
Princess
Miah is 4 1/2 now. How time flies! She is so sweet and loveable, and she really brings
our family together, particularly since she is practically royalty in this
house. Miah spends her time reading
stories, drawing, and planning spectacular, fancy balls (which really means we
all show up in her bedroom and eat plastic food and dance). She dreams of going to Disney World, since
that's where Sofia the First and Doc McStuffins live. She makes us smile, a lot.
We hope that as Christmas approaches you will all have some time to share with family and friends and to reflect on the reason we celebrate, and may the coming year be one of the best ones yet!
Much Love,
Phil,
Lisa, Seth, Grace, Caleb, Ian, and Miah
Romans 12:
9-13
"Love
must be sincere.
Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.
Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.
Be devoted
to one another in love.
Honor one another above yourselves.
Honor one another above yourselves.
Never be
lacking in zeal,
but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.
but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.
Be joyful
in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
Share with
the Lord’s people who are in need.
Practice hospitality" (NIV).
Practice hospitality" (NIV).
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Spiritual Formation
Monday, December 8, 2014
So We Spent the Weekend in Ferguson...
Last week, I had a strange phone conversation. It went something like this. The person to whom I was talking was going on
about the terrible events in Ferguson, MO, and it was obvious to me that the
only information available to this person was the sensationalized media. This wasn't the strange part. Almost everyone I know had conversations like
that last week. The strange part was
when she said, "Now I know why you homeschool your kids," as if,
somehow, that was what was "protecting" them from being another
statistic in a case like Ferguson, or from being a part of a violent demonstration,
or whatever...
It took absolutely everything I had to refrain from
announcing our plans to spend the weekend in Ferguson.
I'm going to be completely honest with you. When I looked into the sweet face of my four
year old, in 2005, I couldn't bring myself to put him on a bus, because I was
afraid that something terrible might happen...
like another broken arm or another school shooting. There was some amount of fear that went into
our decision to homeschool (at least from my perspective). I could hardly drop my kids off in the
nursery for an hour without panicking.
If you've ever seen "Finding Nemo," I was Marlin.
But as the years went by, some very fundamental things
changed for me. And, at this point,
homeschooling our kids has nothing to do with fear. It has to do with spending as much time as we
can helping them to learn and grow in the understanding of who God has created
them to be and then finding ways to send them out into the world, so they can
share God's love with other people. It's
spiritual formation. It's story
sharing. And it works. As a side note, our kids are also getting a
very good education, both in the foundational subjects that everyone needs to
understand and in the individualization that can take place, allowing each of
them to explore their own talents and abilities to the fullest. I have the utmost respect for public and
private school educators. I have no idea
how they make it work for the large number of students in their care.
Ironically, this post didn't start out to be about
homeschooling. It just took a little
turn due to that conversation I had last week.
What I really want to share, today, is what happened in
Ferguson. On Friday, we left home early
in the morning to meet with around 200 of our best friends from across the
country for the 35th annual St. Louis District All Star Quiz. I don't think there was a team there who
didn't arrive feeling something like the passengers who finally make it back to
the platform after a high speed, inverted roller coaster ride. But we're a family, and this is what we
do. And, quite frankly, there is no way
that the leadership of this quiz family would have allowed the quiz to go on if
there was any imminent danger to the participants. We take care of one another.
So often, in the midst of competition, we run around
spitting numbers out at each another as we duck through another doorway to try
our hands at another 20 questions. These
are called statistics. And they matter. But not nearly as much as quizzing
matters. Because, you see, quizzing is
not really about those questions. It's
not really about the score at the end of the round and who takes home the
biggest trophy. Sometimes I feel like
I'm beating a dead horse.
These are the things that mattered most, this weekend:
1. As mentioned
above, we got to be with our friends.
Real friends. The kind that have
seen you at your worst and love you anyway.
The kind you can be yourself around, and, even if they think you're
crazy, it's OK.
2. We were located in
a place where there were so many people who love their community that we
actually were not able to get into the spaces where food was being prepared for
the people of Ferguson. This was, in
many ways, terribly disappointing, because we wanted to help. However, it also put into perspective the
immense ways in which the Church of the Nazarene cares. How often can you show up to help somewhere
only to find that there is no need?
Actually, I have never seen that happen before.
3. We were there when
another team needed help changing a tire, at midnight, in the pouring rain. And by "we", I mean Phil.
4. And, we were all
there to pray when a friend was taken, by ambulance, to the hospital. And, prayer matters. A lot.
5. We raised over
$300.00 for the community of Ferguson, and we raised over $300.00 for the
translation of quiz materials in other world areas, so that others can know the
joy of memorizing Scripture for the purpose of spiritual formation and for the
purpose of fellowship with their
closest friends.
And after all of that, I'll just bet that there is someone
reading this who is still asking, "Did you win?" I want to cry for you, really. But the answer is yes. Yes we did.
We didn't bring home anything that said first place on it, this weekend,
but everyone there won at life. And
that's more important.
L.
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