A Really Rowan Christmas

Christmas was fun around here…

We had a special visitor on Christmas Eve (yes, we “do” Santa in the Rowan home). The two youngest were especially impressed, and even though Grandma M. came with him, I don’t think they figured out that Santa was Grandpa G. (Pat’s mom and step-father). We even got the other set of Grandparents (my parents) to sit on Santa’s knee!

 

Before the chaos (this is about 7am).

 Braeden (13) got a Nerf machine gun. It has clips that hold 18 darts. To quote B, “It’s AWESOME!!!”

Megan (8) disappeared all morning as she set up her Zhu Zhu pet hospital.

Abbey (9) is the happiest girl alive! She received her very own Netbook computer.

This Fijit is just about the most annoying toy on the face of the earth. Shea (6) loves it!

Malakai (4) is probably the only preschooler you’ve seen with his very own PSP (Play Station Portable). His brother was almost as happy as Kai about this gift, as he no longer needs to share. (Special thanks to Rob – Pat’s co-worker – who donated this super fab gift to us!)

The recycling pile was about three times the size of the gift pile when we were through.

We had a wonderful family weekend, celebrating the birth of Jesus and spreading joy to one another.

And we’ve had some unbelievable showdowns on Dance Dance Revolution (for the Wii)! Great choice for a family gift, Mr. & Mrs. Clause!




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I haven’t cleaned my house in months (and I’ll share my secret with you)

As you know, I have a bit of a perfectionist personality. It’s all or nothing, the very best or not at all. But my methods did not serve me well when it came to housework. In order to achieve “all” in the cleanliness department, I had to spend an entire day cleaning the house from top to bottom. And if I didn’t have an entire day, I wouldn’t bother starting the job.

Over time, I discovered five secrets that have set me free from housework altogether!

1. It doesn’t have to be (and often can’t be) all done at once.

The goal here is not perfection. The goal is to have a gross-free house, to kill the germs and make it feel livable. So I made a chart, figuring out which jobs were best done on which day of the week. (For example, we’ve got small group on Thursday nights, which means the main bathroom ought to be done – can anyone say five children? Yuck!)

2. Many husbands are willing to help, if we just let them.

Pat actually doesn’t mind vacuuming. Which is great for me, because that’s one of my least favorite jobs! One day I finally just asked him if vacuuming could be his weekly job. He said yes. That was about  or 6 months ago. In that time, I’ve held the vacuum in my hands only once. (The secret to getting his help around the house is this… shut up! Nothing makes a guy want to quit helping more than being told how to do something. His way may not be your way, but the important thing is getting the job done.)

3. Our children really do want to help. Really!

I’ve had lots of reasons for not getting my kids to help over the years. They do a poor job. They get underfoot. I’m faster. I do it better. I should do it, it’s my job because I’m a homemaker.

Anyone with kids under the age of 10 or so probably hears this question a lot, “Can I help?” They want to be with us, near us, like us. It was actually my brilliant husband who finally convinced me to leverage their desire to help.

4. A month’s worth of training is worth a lifetime of freedom.

The hardest part in getting the kids to help around the house was teaching them. I’m pretty particular about how the bathrooms get cleaned, and just sending a child off to clean the bathroom seldom resulted in success. So, for an entire month, every weekend, we had family housecleaning day. It toook alllllllll day.

Week 1 – Mommy cleaned while talking about what she was doing. Kid watched and tried a bit.

Week 2 – Mommy and child worked together, hand-over-hand to get the job done.

Week 3 – Child did the work while Mommy watched and talked about what he/she was doing. Mommy gave lots of cheerleading and a little bit of coaching.

Week 4 – Child did the work. Mommy came to inspect the job after, offering a little more coaching and still a lot of cheerleading.

Months 2 into forever – After the child has been properly trained, Mommy does occasional inspections. If the job isn’t done right, an experienced child will be sent to do it over again.

(Just a quick side-note. I know some people are thinking, “But my kids are just too young for this.” I thought it, too.

True, I don’t ask our 4 year old to do bathrooms yet. But he can empty the garbage cans, put away his own laundry, help me fold the laundry, dust with the hand-held duster – as high as he can reach, run the Swiffer vac on the wood floors, help set and clear the table, windex off the dishwasher and fridge doors, set out his own clothes for the next day, and clean up toys from the playroom.

Many of these jobs he could have helped with from the age of 2 or 2 1/2, had I let him. Before you write your kids off as too young, let them try! You might be surprised.

The hardest child to train has been our eldest. We gave him a free ride for 12 years or so, and motivating him out of the laziness he’s become accustomed to is quite the challenge! So be warned – don’t wait too long.)

5. Children like to teach.

In training our kids to do housework, I only needed to really teach each kid one job. I taught Abbey (9) to do bathrooms. Megan (8) learned to unload the dishwasher and put away dishes. Shea (6) was taught how to windex the glass and stainless surfaces in the house. Braeden (13) was taught how to clean up the dog poo in the back yard. And Malakai (4) learned how to empty all the bathroom garbage cans.

I let each child work at perfecting their job (about a month), then they get to switch (keeps them from getting bored). But, on the week when they switch it up, they must take the time to properly train their sibling to take over the job.

Since I’ve begun working, my kids have had a handy li’l chart on the fridge. There are daily jobs for each of them (pack your lunch for school, do your homework, choose your clothes for the next day, dishwasher, set table, etc.). There are jobs that happen a couple times each week (clean up dog poo, walk the dog, put away your laundry – I haven’t trained them on using the washer and dryer yet, but it’s coming!). And there are jobs that happen once a week (dust the whole house, clean each bathroom, Swiffer the wood floors).

I will confess that, about once a month, I will do a portion of the housework. I might spend an hour cleaning all the bathrooms to immaculate. Or after Pat vacuums I’ll give the floors a serious washing. But I don’t have to do the whole-day marathon. I don’t even have to do one job each day. The chart on the fridge tells me that my only duties are laundry and cooking, and everything else belongs to someone else.

Sweet, beautiful freedom! (You can be free, too!)

Do the other people in your household pitch in? Or do you (like me) need to kill your inner perfectionist?




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Family Photo Shoot, 2011

(Click on any photo to enlarge it. Photos courtesy of Loni Bourne Photography.)

The Whole Gang

Shea (6)

the kids

Megan (8)

The Parents

Abbey (9)

Monkey Pile

Malakai (4)

Jump!

Braeden (13)

Dirty Rotten Rowans




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Malakai’s Birthday Blessing

A birthday blessing for you, my baby boy. The one we named with God’s purpose and plan in mind. (Malakai means “messenger of God.”)

Malakai, I pray that you will know and do all that the LORD requires of you.
And what does the LORD requires of you?
To act justly
and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.
~ Micah 6:8 (NIV)

* I have decided to find a verse of blessing to pray over each of my children this year. On their birthdays (or – ahem – this Christmas), I will give each child his/her verse in a frame to hang above his/her bed. Have you ever done something like this for your kids?

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Protection? Or Presence?

Last week I mentioned a couple difficult situations that my children (and I) are walking through…

I’ve been thinking and praying about those things on behalf of my kids. A lot.

God’s been answering me, speaking to my heart about life’s struggles. What He’s been saying surprised me. For example…

I asked Him for help for Malakai. I prayed that drop off time at daycare wouldn’t be so difficult for him, that he would be less sad and afraid. I asked God to be with him, protect him, and comfort him. I asked God to turn Kai’s experience around, so that he would be excited about the fun days he would have.

At first, I heard what I expected to hear from the Lord…

Tyler, I love your little boy even more than you do. I have his best interests at heart. I am always with him, protecting and comforting him. You can trust Me with him.

But then, God started saying (not out loud, but into my heart) things that took me by surprise.

Just as I use every situation – especially the difficult ones – to shape you to serve Me, I will use this trial in Malakai’s life for My Kingdom purposes.

Do not think that your children will be exempt from hardship simply because you love and serve Me. If their faith and strength and character are “by default,” they will be weak. But a faith in Me that comes from truly needing Me will be their own. Yes, daughter, even in their preschool years I am already shaping them for My service.

Imagine the great things that a child named “Messenger of God” can do for My Kingdom. Then multiply that by 1,000. Those are the kind of plans I have for Malakai…and for each of your children.

But just as you needed to walk through hardships, grow in faith, allow yourself to lean into My strength, and become mature in character in order to serve Me – so will they. If I protect them from these trials that come their way, they will miss out on something greater I have for them.

Trust Me.

As God and I had this conversation, and I wanted to argue with Him about what was best for my children, I was reminded of how Beth Moore prays for her daughters… She has often mentioned praying along the lines of, “Lord, please do not protect these children from that which will bring them into Your Presence.” (Not a direct quote. But if someone has her exact words handy, please share!)

I’ve often thought how wildly brave that prayer is, and how cowardly my own prayers for my children seem in comparison. I ask for His protection for them, but fail to ask for them to experience the reality of His presence in their lives.

And that begs the question… What would I rather have for my children – His protection or His presence?

Have you ever prayed that wildly brave prayer for your children?

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Recent questions I’ve been asked…

I get all the tough questions around here.

Abbey (9) has been reading her Bible. I think she’s in Deuteronomy now.
     “Mom, what’s a virgin?”

I think she knew the answer, but was testing to see if I would tell her the truth. And if I’d be embarrassed.

Malakai (3) came bursting into the washroom while I was using the facilities. I told him he had to wait or find another bathroom to use.
     “Okay. But next time, can you stand up so we can pee together?”

Thanks Pat, for teaching him that trick! I had fun trying to explain why this was not possible.

And some people think being a stay at home mom is boring! Ha! Never a dull moment around here.




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It’s Finally Here!

Hello spring!!!




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The Numbers Game

Important numbers in my life these days…

0. The number of Christmas gifts I have yet to buy.

1. The number of children still asleep at 8:15am.

2. The number of hours I spent at the clinic last night with Megan (7), awaiting an official diagnosis of what we already knew – another ear infection.

3. The number of loads of laundry I need to do today.

4. The number of performances (including dress rehearsal) we did of the Christmas story at church this weekend. Megan was an angel, Shea (5) played the handbells, and I was one of the many hands on deck.

5. The number of sleeps until Christmas morning.
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10. The number of times the children have asked about going out and having fun. Some of their favourite requests are: Chuck E. Cheese, Kidz Quarterz (indoor climbing centre), the movie theatre, and swimming.

12. The number of people who will be in our home overnight for Christmas Eve and here for turkey dinner.

14. The number of hours Braeden (12) hopes to spend playing video games today.

16. The number of times Kai (3) has asked if Santa has brought him a monster truck yet.

18. The number of books Abbey (8) intends to read over Christmas vacation.

20. The estimated number of gifts I have yet to wrap.

Thanks for the idea, Bobbie! :)




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All Dressed Up

Only a month later, I figured it was time to post a few pictures of the kids in costume for Halloween.
Who wouldn’t give these kids candy?!
Shea, aka Sharpay (High School Musical)

Meg, aka Rock Star Girl

Abbey, aka Angel


Kai, aka Bumblebee (Transformers)

Braeden – “I’m too old to trick or treat!” and “Don’t take my picture!” (Thankfully, he did let us get him in his Air Cadet uniform.)




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1 day down, 11 to go

Some observations after two nights and one day of Daddy being away…

I am completely unable to sleep when Pat isn’t here. I stay up way too late in hopes that I will be tired enough to crash, then I lay in a semi-awake state all night long. Eventually, exhaustion has to take over so I can get a good night’s sleep, right?

Daisy (our Golden Retriever) has not moved from her post, laying directly in front of the door, waiting for Pat to get home. All day, all night, that is where she stays.

When Kai gets in trouble, he cries for his Daddy. It’s funny, because he never does this when Pat’s at work!

It doesn’t seem worth it to prepare a meal without my main meal appreciator here. Yet I’m sure it’s not good for six of us to survive on grilled cheese sandwiches for two weeks. I should make that frozen lasagna tonight; it will ease my guilty feelings for a couple days.

Skype is super cool. I forgot how awesome it is. The kids are going to love seeing and talking with Pat tonight!

I miss him, yet I don’t. It’s hard to be selfish and miss someone when you know they are right where God has called them to be. http://crc-haiti2010.blogspot.com/ They should be landing in Port au Prince any minute now…




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