Monday, September 30, 2013

Friday Night Lights...Or Sunday Afternoon Lights As The Case May Be

So I took a little trip to New Orleans with Brad (he had a conference) and it was super fun, but I didn't take a single photo. Not even one. Brad took one with his phone, but it was horrible so I probably won't be posting it. 

It took a few days to get back in the swing of things.

Then I got a tummy bug. It was awesome.

I'm just now posting about the McCall's New Adventure: Football. Eli has never played football so we jumped in feet first playing tackle football. I still have absolutely no idea what it going on out there in the field. None. Don't get me wrong, I love to watch Eli playing whatever he's playing because he puts it all out there and plays hard. It's just with football, I don't know what's happening.  But I do love to watch the boys warming up. Mainly because Brad helps and he and Eli seem to find a little time to horse around. 


Even I can't tell the boys apart when they are in full football gear...except by their socks and shoes. Eli's shoes have one red lace and one pink lace. He's also #80.


















I bet this is just what the end of the Dallas Cowboys practices look like. 

Right?
Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Unwind: A Book Review


Since I didn't blog this summer, I had a lot of time to read. 

And I read A BUNCH. 

There's something to be said for having children who are old enough to entertain themselves and get themselves to the bathroom alone when the need arises.  I won't give you a review of all the books, but there was one in particular that made me think because the concept was so novel. (Get it?! Novel?) It made me think of a quote I saw on Pinterest awhile back.


Brad (a non-reader) might argue that I couldn't possibly relate to emotions or situations I find in my science fiction/fantasy/dystopian novels I read, but I would disagree...especially in the case of Unwind by Neal Shusterman.


From WIKIPEDIA (because I can't be bothered to write all of this!):

"Unwind is a 2007 science fiction novel by young adult literature author Neal Shusterman. It takes place in the United States, somewhere in the near future. After a civil war—known as the Second Civil War or the Heartland War—is fought over abortion, a compromise was reached, allowing parents to sign an order for their children between the ages of 13 and 18 years old to be unwound—taken to "harvest camps" and having their body parts harvested for later use. The reasoning was that, since 100% (actually 99.44% taking into account the appendix and "useless" organs) was required to be used, unwinds did not technically "die", because their individual body parts lived on. In addition to unwinding, parents who are unable to raise their children to age thirteen for retroactive abortion have the option to "stork" their child by leaving it on another family's porch. If they don't get caught, the "storked" baby then becomes the other family's responsibility."

It was a fascinating read. Not so much because it was brilliantly well-written (although it was pretty good), but because there were so many facets to think about. "Storking" and "Unwinding" and the "Tithes" that were only born to be unwound and the fact that teenagers were targeted because of the failure of the public education system. One of the protagonists is a 16-year-old boy whose parents have decided he needs to unwound. He seems to be a typical, troubled teen who battles rage and making wise choices and his parents are at their wit's end. 

Basically, he's Eli in six years. Not that I can predict the future, but that boy has never taken the easy path. Compliant, patient, calm, wise...those are not words used to describe Eli. There are days I find myself praying to just like him again. I dread his teenage years. For so long I've waited for everything to just "click" with him and it just never does. I've come to realize it's probably going to happen after he leaves my house and goes out into the world. Bummer. And I think his teenage years are going to be super hard. 

I found myself wondering, "If I lived in this book, would I unwind Eli?" 

I'd like to think that I wouldn't, that our family is better than that, but it still makes me wonder. It doesn't really have anything to do with not loving him enough. I love him fiercely, and I hope no one reading this post thinks otherwise. But what if love wasn't enough? What if I lived within the parameters of the book and the media and my church and society kept telling me that he would be better off unwound? Because that's what happened in the book. The world "needed" those teenagers' parts for other people...to make them whole. What if I didn't have any support? What if "good moms" unwound their children because to have a different child was so vile, so unthinkable, that this is what parents did daily?  What if this was the norm? What would I do? 

I never did come up with an answer to satisfy myself...mostly because I don't really have to make that choice. But I did enjoy reading the book (and it's sequel, UNWHOLLY). What I did not enjoy was realizing at the end of the second book that the third wasn't in publication yet! AGGHHH! I have done that enough times that you'd think I'd learn my lesson. Apparently not.

Go read Unwind and Unwholly.  That way "you don't have to take my word for it" and I won't sound near as crazy! (And gold stars to anyone who can tell me where that line is from without Googling it!)
Saturday, September 14, 2013

A Fresh Start

So I decided I wasn't ready to let this little blog die just yet. But it needed something new. A new look. A fresh start. 

I had also decided it should coincide with the beginning of school. You know, the real "New Year". But I wasn't really ready for that, either, so I'm a few weeks behind. 

We're up and running now, though. Maybe I'll find my writing stride again. Maybe I'll even post some photos I took over the summer. 

Maybe.

Here's a photo of my kiddos all ready for the first day of school. It's Eli's last year in elementary (sniff, sniff). And Phoebe feels like one of the "big kids" in first grade. 


The only thing I made in the above photo was Phoebe's pants. They were a P-A-I-N since I don't have a serger and I was kind of surprised they didn't rip that same day. I haven't sewn much lately either, but I'm hoping to rectify that, as well.

Two final photos with Dad before the big day started. Both were a little nervous since neither had any of their bestest friends in class with them. Telling them they'd make friends was small comfort that morning, but I think they've managed.




It was a good start. Maybe this'll be another good start for the ole blog. Brad just walked by and was surprised I was blogging. Then he told me I probably didn't have any readers left anyway. He's an encourager like that.