Monday, July 30, 2012

Linus's New 'Do





When Linus came home from the groomer, Luke hugged him and said, "Oh Linus! You smell so beautiful!"
Apparently this hair cut is called a smoothie.
It is pretty darn soft.
We think he's handsome.
And who knew there was such a skinny tail under all those feathers?

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Luke & Linus BBFs

Also MTTMs (Most Terrible Trouble-Makers):  
You see all that sand?  Yeah.  Most of it's between my couch cushions now.
Sigh.
Terrible and Wonderful.
The mess can be terrible when friends are so wonderful.

Summer Splashing Auntie Sarah




Dear Auntie Sarah,
    Thanks for coming 2,000 miles to play with me in the pool.  I had a great time showing you around my home town.  I especially liked that you were around for Luke's swim lessons so you could hear me say, "Bubba" (brother) for the first time as we watched him swim!  Your commitment to your yoga practice inspired me to commit myself to my walking and a few days after you left I decided to just go for it.  I'm walking everywhere now.  It was so funny: you left  Thursday, Mama counted me taking seven steps Saturday, thirteen steps Sunday as I followed Luke down the aisle at church to hear the children's story, and on Monday I heard her tell Grammy on the phone that it wasn't really worth counting anymore because I was off and running.  But I'm not running yet, so I don't know what she was talking about.  She's so dramatic sometimes.
   The day you left was really hard for me.  It was a long drive to Fargo, but this time the drive home wasn't nearly as interesting as when we picked you up and had you in the car on the way home.  We were all tired and Mama said she was going to cry because she just wanted to get on the plane with you, so to keep everyone distracted we watched Lady and the Tramp (shout out to Auntie Lissa!), and Mama told us stories about you when you all lived on the cotton research station. It also was pretty cool to watch your plane take off.  It was too hot to wait outside in the heat, so we stayed in the van, but we had front row seats!  Your plane went so fast and then went - ZOOM - into the air!  I laughed and clapped my hands.
   We'll see you soon, Auntie.  Mama says we're going to get on that plane real soon and then we'll get to feel it ZOOM for ourselves.  I am so excited!
                                                        Miss you so much already,
                                                                                        Seamus


Tuesday, July 24, 2012

You only turn 27 once

From left to right: Shakatonta, Bozo (holding cowboy), Moustaccio, Li'l Tony, Madame Gigi


Recipe for doin' it up right:
dress up clothes
pina coladas
pseudonymous bowling
chinese fire drills
shakes
poutine
unidentifiable fried food
FRA-ank
failed attempts at re-arranging adverts to read, "have a bitchin' summer"
nail polish
laughter, laughter and more laughter

Faces of Seamus








Responsibility learned the hard way.


See this bike?  You've never seen it before.  That's because I bought it off of Pembina Valley Online last week after my boy lived a rather long summer week without a bike, in a neighborhood where all the children ride their bikes all day long, and he was left out.  You will never know how long a week can be until you've lived with a four year old who is super excited to be riding bike because he just figured out how to ride without training wheels, but who doesn't have a bike to ride. 

The reason this boy needed a new bike: he left his bike out on the driveway overnight...behind the truck.

We hope the lesson was hammered home in his four-year-old brain, because after all his whining it certainly was hammered into mine:  Put your toys away when you're not using them!!

Sunday, July 22, 2012

My tiny-sister-dog

Dear tiny-sister-dog,

Remember running down the hall when you heard the back door open, and I'd get down on my hands and knees and no matter how long I'd been away, you would snuggle up under my chin and let me run my nose up your long nose and then kiss you between the eyes?  Remember when the neighbor's dog bit you and you bled all over my beach towel on the way to the vet and you had to have stitches?  I still have that towel.  Remember when I tried to carry you around in my bike basket and you jumped out?  Remember when Amanda and I made you a birthday cake out of a banana and put a candle in it and sang you happy birthday?  Remember when you lived in a refrigerator box in the bathroom?  Remember napping in the sun in your fiefdom? I joined you sometimes.  Remember picking sweet peas for my wedding bouquet?  You were there.  Remember my crazy chickens?  You didn't much like them.  The pigs either, although you got used to them eventually.  I remember being so mad at you for chewing on the Maple Town animals.  All of our little mice and bears were footless and tail-less because of you.  Remember when Amanda and I took you up on top of the play house so you could see what it felt like to be a giant?  Remember when we tried to take you swimming with us in the tarp we had filled with water?  Remember endless walks through the almond orchard?  Remember playing hide and seek with your toys in the green couches?  Remember playing with my hand under the blanket and as I grabbed your feet you would jump and fling your rear end around pushing your nose into the blanket, looking for something to bite?  Remember all those conversations on Mom's bed on lazy Saturday mornings? Remember jumping over our legs in the hallway as we made an obstacle course and then threw your ball to the other end?  Remember that one time I opened the sliding glass door to let you out and closed it right behind you only to have you realize it was raining and turn right back around to slam your face into the door?  Poor tiny sister.  You never liked going out in the rain.  Remember sleeping in my bed?  You did that a lot.  You liked to curl up behind my knees and stick your nose out of the blanket for air.

I was nine the Christmas we brought you home and named you Nellie Noel Bergen.  With you began the tradition of naming our animals after beloved deceased relatives.  You always did have a good sense of humor.  I was so proud of you, wanted to spend every moment with you.  I would have slept in the refrigerator box in the bathroom if Mom had let me.  Over time the novelty of having a tiny-sister-house-dog grew into affection, respect, tenderness, and love. You were in the room for nearly every event of my elementary and high school years.  You were at my 8th grade graduation party.  You were there the night I dressed up to go to my first boy-girl dance.  You were there in the wee hours when I came home early from a slumber party and had to debrief with Mom about weird things girls do at slumber parties.  You were there when I got on a computer for the first time, received an email for the first time, instant messaged for the first time, printed my wedding invitations.  You were there when I got my first perm, shaved my legs, and had my first alcoholic drink.  You were there listening to Diana Ross, dancing around the living room with cousins. You were there to bury Jonah with me, say good-bye to Blue and Sammo, comfort me when I realized that selling Porkahontas meant giving her up to the butcher.

Tiny Nell.  Nellie Noel.  Tiny Sister Dog.  Mommy Baby.  Tiny Girl.  The Best Dog in the Whole World. Crazy Girl. We have these names for you.

We took first day of school pictures with you and Black Jack. You were a bit of a home-body, but none of us held it against you because we liked coming home to your cheerful pattering footsteps tearing down the hall.  You loved to chase your ball down the hall and throwing that ball was a source of many arguments in our household because Dad liked to bounce the ball off of people's heads, or ricochet it off the piano to tease you.  Many a picture frame lost it's glass because of your tennis ball obsession.  You weren't one for shredding the fuzz off the ball though, you just wanted us to throw it so you could shoot down the hall after it and growl as you pounced on it. You always brought it back, but when you got tired you'd drop it far back down the hall while you were running and let it roll to us.  Your Mad Dog impression was phenomenal and brought guests to tears of laughter. Linus has learned that trick too, and puts on quite a show for Luke and Seamus sometimes.  You've been a fairly decent hostess when dog company comes over, but you've formed a particularly close bond with your niece-dog, my baby Ally.  You and Ally have come a long way from each insisting on your own fleece blanket, to sharing a dog bed, literally on top of each other in the kitchen overnight.

 

This morning during the children's story at Covenant Mennonite, Luke interrupted the story to tell Elaine that his Mom had cried this morning, "because the black dog is going to be put to bed tomorrow".  Luke told me not to be sad though because you would just be dead for a little while, we would wait, and then Jesus would come and wake you up and you would be new.  He told me I just had to wait, and then it wouldn't be sad anymore.  I like that he believes that.  Humans speculate about animals having souls, and whether or not they will be resurrected.  But when I think of you, I find it difficult to talk theoretically, casually, disinterestedly, because you are my tiny-sister-dog.  Tiny Nell.  What would Jesus' new creation be without a tiny-sister-dog to pitter patter down the hall to greet me?  No, you must be there.  I'm certain I will see you there.  And in the meantime it'll hurt like heck, missing you.  I wish you the best of last days, Nellie.  Lay in the sun, eat lots of treats, do mad dog, roll in something stinky, and sleep like only a dog can.  I wish I could be there with you, to kiss you between the eyes.

Your sister,
Laura   

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Luke says

I felt better when I was in bed.

(in response to the question, "Why were you sleeping on the floor?") Parts of my blanket were on the floor, so I followed it!

I woke up and my bed was wet so I asked myself, 'Should I sleep in my bed?' No, that wouldn't help. 'Should I sleep on the couch?' Yes, that would help!  So I slept on the couch with Seamus' sippy cup.

Mom can I wear your necklace? Sharing is caring!

(entering starbuck's)  This place smells like caffeine!

Seamus, you won't get what you want by screaming.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Luke says, Mom says, Seamus says

Luke:
I'm trying to put Dad's hat on the dog because that will be super funny.

Mom, do you want to catch my gitch?

Luke: You have a booty bag!
Sarah: What does that even mean?!
Luke:  I don't know, but it's funny!



Laura:
Please stop repeating yourself.  We hear what you're saying, but we're not listening.

I got rid of those shirts because they were too short and I was pretty sure they were never going to be long again.

(the humor in this one is the fact that I only have sons) Make sure you put shoes on when you go out so you don't ruin your nail polish!

You've gotta stop smacking your feet on the floor when you run.

Laura: I want to nibble your cheeks!
Luke: Oh mom, I'm much too skinny for lunch.

Seamus' newest words:
Ba-ya-na (banana!)
Puh! (up)

Dad's New Shades: one size fits all


Thursday, July 12, 2012

No, there is too much; I sum up.


We are:
eating bacon-wrapped pork tenderloin in a whiskey cream sauce
drinking summer cream whiskey (we had a lot of whiskey to enjoy...so we are!)
playing in the sprinklers, pool, hose...basically any water we can get our hands on.
weeding flowerbeds and vegetable boxes
walking down the dyke for an ice cream cone
laughing with Auntie Sarah
riding bicycles without training wheels
sitting on the breezy front porch watching other people ride bikes without training wheels
enjoying watching lilies blooming
visiting friends near and far
baking for Celeste and Ayrek
kissing the baby with gusto when he says, most adorably, "Ah-yo" (hello).
practicing yoga
wondering if we live in a dream... green grass, hot air, growing things galore!
dreaming for the future

Saturday, July 7, 2012

So I'd like you to dance

BIRTHDAY!!!
Take a ch-ch-ch-chance!

BIRTHDAY!!!
So I'd like you to dance!

BIRTHDAY!!!
Awwwwwww!
Yes we're goin' to a party party.
Yes we're goin' to a party party.

Happy 34th Derek!

It's a beautiful day to have been born.
We will celebrate with warenika and sausage, a new movie, running in the sprinklers, and breakfast with your folks!
We are going to party party, in your honor!!

Friday, July 6, 2012

Luke Says:


Oh hurray!  It's Friday!  Fry-day is for eating fries.

I'm eating, I just don't look like I'm eating.  It's camouflage.

mom: Two thumbs up means the best.
luke: Two thumbs down is worsest.


mom: You have to come in.
luke: Why?
mom: It's dinner-time.
luke: I don't want dinner in the Summer.  I'll come in for Winter!

mom (singing broken off): Morning has broken, blackbird has - if you swing that yo-yo anymore you're going to hit somebody, and I'll have to take it away!

I don't like Sunday School because there's snack-time and then I don't have an appetite for lunch.

mom: We're going to hit two birds with one stone.
luke: What?
mom: We're going to get two things checked off our to-do list at the same time!
luke: And the birds in the bushes will be so surprised?!

luke (holding up shoes): Are they on the right feet?
mom: Nope.
luke (switches sides): How about now?
mom: Nope.
luke (exasperated, switches sides): How about now?
mom: Uuum, no.
luke: You're pulling my leg, aren't you?

"This is the Best!"

He shouted, "Woo-hoooooooo!!" as he cruised off the driveway for the very first time, with no training wheels.  The hose in my hand ran forgotten into the flowers beside the garage as I watched my firstborn son ride a bike.  There's a saying, "It's like riding a bike, you never forget how".  Luke is going to learn what that means for himself.  He's going to go places and do things that I have no control over.  He's going to learn how to balance his life, the way he has learned to balance his bike.  He's going to grow up and take to things, and discover what he's passionate about, what God made him for.  My baby boy, who I so impatiently waited for to speak his first word, is conquering obstacles far and away beyond language skills: he's feeling his way through the mysteries of things as complex as gravity, and as simple as riding a bike.  He's doing it.  All by himself.  He's growing up so incredibly fast, learning so enormously much, and soon he won't need me to buy him clothes or anticipate his snotty nose or bribe him to poop on the toilet.  Suddenly I wake up from my reverie, the flowerbed overflowing, and Luke, doing his very first big boy loop of the bay shouts back to me and his Dad, "This is the BEST!" and there are tears on my cheeks.