Benchmarks: The Basics

IMG_1486It never dawned on me that four years after my precious twins were born I would be responsible for planning and implementing - and funding - an afternoon of entertainment for my children's friends. I knew they would have birthdays, but the only image that ever popped up in my daydreams was that of a single child blowing out candles at his kitchen table while friends and family watched. That was it. Come in, watch the birthday boy blow out his candles, eat some cake and ice cream, and go home. Now that I have been in the birthday business for almost five years, my perspective on this momentous day has changed quite a bit. I love my children very much and look forward each year to celebrating their arrival in the world, though I find myself getting more sentimental each year as they pass from babies to toddlers to preschoolers to elementary school children. No, I don't mind birthdays. It's the parties that have been causing me headaches. What seems like a simple event to plan - cake, ice cream, games, presents, party favors - is actually not that simple. It's a series of questions wrapped in dilemmas shrouded in considerations.

The first item to address as your child's birthday approaches is where to have it. Your house? Someone else's house? An off-site location? The simple answer is to have the party at your house, kind of like my parents did for me. We would clean, move some furniture into corners or other rooms, and prepare for a two-hour onslaught of little humans running, screaming, and rummaging through the house. As a kid, it was great fun, but I now know how much anxiety that creates in a grown-up.

If you have the party at your house, you better have enough room. Parties these days don't just involve the kids. Oh no, the parents come too, and trust me, you want them there. Do you want to be the person repeatedly telling that darling little cherub to stop jumping on your new furniture or sticking his snot-encrusted fingers in the cheese dip? Actually, never mind that question. Even with his parents there, you might still be the one to reprimand him. But in most cases, the parents do the discipline, you do the party. So, if you have a lot of room, or if you can keep the numbers relatively small, or if you like re-enacting a third-world country bus ride in your living room, by all means have the party at your own place.

Once you decide where you will have the party, you need to decide what you will do to entertain the little creatures between their arrival and the cake. If you shell out the bucks to have your party hosted somewhere other than your house, then the activities may be decided for you. Bowling, bounce houses, <<insert name>> restaurant with a playground... each of those has built-in entertainment which will keep your guests happy until it's time to carb load them and send the rascals home. All you have to do is sign the check. No games, no broken home decor, no red punch spilled all over your carpet. But choosing this method has its costs. Oh yes, this is not your party. It's their party. Consider this scenario from a couple of years ago ...

My children were invited by a school friend to her birthday party at one of these bounce warehouses. It's a massive room filled with way more bouncy contraptions than you could ever fit in your own yard at once. The kids were in heaven as they climbed, slid, and bounced until their little brains were the consistency of soggy Cheerios. The parents stood around and talked, occasionally telling one of them to stop doing this or that. After about an hour and a half of bouncing, everyone was herded into a "party" room with tables already set up with cupcakes and drinks. We sang the birthday song, and everyone proceeded to eat their treat and guzzle their Capri Sun. After about 10 minutes, we received the universal sign for "go home now," the bag of party favors. Just so you know, once you get your bag, you're done partying. I sensed something was missing, and I was right. As we left the building and said our thank-you's to the birthday girl and her parents, I noticed one of the workers quickly ushering something out of the building and into a car. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the presents! They were being escorted to the car more quickly and covertly than Brittany Spears from a fitness center. I felt betrayed. How will the boys ever get to experience their friends trying to fake delight when opening a shiny new puzzle of the mid-Atlantic states when the unopened gifts are all shoved into a trunk like contraband? Like I said, they make you think the party is for your child, but they call the shots. It's like The Matrix, except Agent Smith is a 16-year old kid wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt from 6th grade summer camp.

Note to not-yet parents: Do everything in your power to ensure your children are born during a warm month, and hopefully toward the beginning of the school year. Why? Well, warm weather opens up countless opportunities not available to those of us born during the winter months. Swimming, parks, dude ranches, sky diving, your back yard. It's like the difference between Phineas and Ferb and Beavis and Butthead. One is full of endless summer opportunities; the other spends countless hours in front of the TV in some dude's living room. If you can't time things just perfectly and a have a summer birthday, then at least shoot for the beginning of the school year. That way you get to set the standard when it comes to inviting people.

You see, whoever has the earliest birthday sets precedent for who gets invited. In a public school, the typical rule is that if you pass out the invitations at school you have to invite everyone. Many parents don't read the fine print and assume they have to invite the whole class. Even the kid who eats glue. But if you have an early birthday, you can invite only the kids you want to invite. Just make sure you mail the invitations.

If you happen to have a later birthday, then you will feel pressured to do what other parents have done already. If they invited everyone and you went, you almost have to invite them to your kid's party. If every parent has invited the whole class all year long, do you want to be the Scrooge who makes your kid hand-pick three or four friends? How do the other kids feel? Then again, how do you feel about the possibility of having 50 people in your living room, half of whom are running around screaming? You could always fork over a few hundred dollars to let someone else host the party, but you will get essentially no say when it comes to the details. You're no different than a guest, in that respect.

You see, birthdays can be perplexing, or perhaps we've made them perplexing. I know I have this thought every time my boys' birthday comes around. I want it to be fun and memorable and special. I also want them to know they are special and loved, and I hope I'm not relying on a party to instill this message in their hearts. As Gretchen Rubin says, "What you do everyday matters more than what you do once in awhile." So go ahead and plan whatever birthday party you want, big or small, then spend the other 364 days doing the little things that make your child know beyond all doubt he or she is loved and cherished in a way not even the most humongous birthday celebraveganza blow out could ever match.

 

Christmas 2012

With so many changes we experienced this year, Christmas almost snuck up on us. To be honest, we had fair warning that the holidays were approaching, first with our trip to Log Cabin Village, then with the lighting of the TCU Christmas tree, but the craziness of finals week and end-of-semester duties caused us to take our eye off the ball for just a second. The next thing I knew, my parents and MaMa were arriving and we had not done the majority of our Christmas shopping. In typical fashion, we rallied and got all of it done with time to spare, and we even managed to attend a few more Christmas festivities. Whether it was watching The Littlest Wiseman at the William Edrington Scott Theatre in Fort Worth, going to Holiday in the Park at Six Flags over Texas, attending multiple Christmas parties or watching The Polar Express at the IMAX Theater, there was still plenty of Christmas Spirit to go around in the Alexander home.

This Christmas we primarily stayed in Fort Worth, with a few side trips to the Gooch Farm, Christmas Eve at Granny and Granddad's, and a day trip to Granbury with GiGi and PawPaw. We also traveled to Bowie to see some friends, stopped in to see Big Daddy, and got to celebrate New Year's Day at Aunt Betsy's house with the Kelly's. It seemed as if every day brought a new adventure with someone who is special to us. We were especially glad to have GiGi and PawPaw with us for an extended stay, including Christmas Day.

Speaking of Christmas Day, I am happy to report that we made it another year without getting any coal in our stockings. Sam and Nate must have been pretty good this year (which they were, I can attest) because they made out like bandits. They got Razor Scooters, real Legos and a cool firehouse from Santa. They also got real digital cameras from GiGi and PawPaw and working walkie-talkies from Gina and me. There were several other cool gifts in the mix, but I better show some restraint before anyone starts to think the boys might be spoiled. Sam and Nate even got into the Christmas Spirit by buying their own gifts for the first time with their own money! Gina and I have started letting the boys earn money by doing different things, and they used part of their earnings to buy gifts for each other, GiGi and PawPaw and their parents. I have to say, they did really well and were very thoughtful in their selections. Buying gifts and watching people open them is a lot of fun, and honestly, I enjoy it a lot more than opening presents. Then I again, I haven't opened the keys to a BMW or Corvette yet, which I assume is way better than giving gifts.

I would be remiss if I didn't mention the thing we love most about Christmas, which is Jesus. With so many distractions and activities and shiny new things to wrap, it's easy to forget the reason we celebrate in the first place. In a small town in Israel, a man and his young bride traveled to take part in the required census. The woman was pregnant, and Joseph, the man, could not find a suitable place for them to stay for the night. So, the inn keeper agreed to let them sleep in the stable with the animals. Mary, the young woman, gave birth right there in the barn to a baby boy she named Jesus. This was no ordinary night, and he was no ordinary baby. He had been prophesied for hundreds of years, since the beginning of time, really. The plight of man is a sinful nature which cannot be reformed, cured, rectified, or ignored. Jesus entered the world as all humans do, lived among us, and eventually died to remove the sins of the world. His salvation is offered to anyone who accepts it in faith. He died so that we could live. It all began in that lonesome barn tucked away somewhere behind a crowded inn. While the Romans counted people, Mary counted tiny fingers and toes. As clerks listened to men state their names and those in their household, Mary listened for cries and whimpers. As Caesar took inventory of his dominion, a new Kingdom was quietly established. An everlasting Kingdom established by a King who wants nothing more than your heart and your desire to follow Him no matter what. It's humbling, really, to consider how all of this started and what it really means.

Of course, we have hundreds of pictures from the holidays this year. Gina, the official Alexander photographer, makes sure of that. Of course, Sam and Nate have started taking their won pictures, which you will notice from their distinct lack of focus. You can see the photos in our December 2012 album, but I'll warn you, there are a lot of them. Then again, there should be a lot of photos because we are blessed in a lot of ways. I think Sam and Nate agree ...

12.12.12

01.01.01

Many people believe this was the first day of the 3rd millennium. Most of us got way too excited about the Y2K, but apparently this date was the calendar equivalent of counting to 10. I don't remember much about this day, personally, other than spending the day hanging out with family at my grandparent's farm in Texas. Things were quite different then. My grandparents -- Big Mama and Big Daddy -- were still living in their house on the farm, they could drive pretty much anywhere they wanted, and they still hosted large family gatherings. There were no great-grandkids in the picture, and only one of the Gooch cousins was even married. I was about to finish a Master's degree at Colorado State, and I had no idea what I was going to do after that. There was also about 3 inches of snow on the ground, which is pretty remarkable for Texas. I had tried to drive to a New Year's Eve banquet the night before in Plano, but I almost slid off the road, so I turned around and came back to my Aunt Kay and Uncle John's house to celebrate the New Year with board games, good food and conversation. Not much else happened on this day, other than a young, brash wide receiver from Oregon State, Chad Johnson (i.e., Ochocinco), repeatedly mocking the Notre Dame players in a 41-9 rout of the Irish. Now Ochocinco is Johnson again, he can't find a team, and ND is set to play for a national championship in less than a month.

02.02.02

I was a sixth grade teacher in Casper, Wyoming, my hometown. I had recently bought a home and just moved in. In fact, this day would have been my first morning waking up in my new crib. I celebrated by running a 5K race, part of the Windy City Strider's Winter Series. The race series consisted of a 2 mile, 5K (3 mile), 4 mile, 5 mile, and 10K(6 mile) race over the course of eight weeks. I took second in the 5K, running the course along the Platte River in 18:45 and getting edged out at the finish line. I ended up being one of about 10 runners to run in every race, which earned me a spiffy knit hat. I think I still have it somewhere. The country was still in shock over the events of the Enron scandal, and the next day the New England Patriots, led by no-name backup quarterback Tom Brady, would upset the "Greatest Show on Turf," the St. Louis Rams in Super Bowl XXXVI.

03.03.03

I was coaching soccer with one of my good friends at Kelly Walsh High School. We were the defending Class 4A State Champions, and we were about to begin the season that would lead to our second state championship. In a few weeks, I would lose my Aunt Kay to cancer, the end of a valiant fight and a beautiful life. A couple of weeks after that, my grandfather, PawPaw, would also pass away. Under very sad circumstances, I made two trips down south that spring. However, this dark cloud did have its silver lining. While at my grandfather's funeral, I found out I had inherited my great-grandmother's ring, and I was able to talk to Don and Karen Johnson about taking their daughter's hand in marriage. We were married that November, and she wears that ring to this day. In world news on March 3, 2003, North Korea was still attempting to flex its international muscles, this time by sending 4 fighter jets to intimidate an unarmed U.S. spy plane flying in international air space over the Sea of Japan. As is the case today, their antics reaffirmed what everyone already knows: They are crazy.

04.04.04

Gina and I were still getting used to married life. We had tied the knot about 5 months prior, and everyday was a new adventure. She worked about two blocks away from my school, and we would eat lunch together everyday. Gina had just interviewed for a teaching position at Casper College, and she won the job. This was her first introduction to teaching, and the beginning of her career in Nurse Education. I took a year off from coaching soccer, which turned out to be a wise choice. This also happened to be a leap year, and Gina helped me celebrate my 8th birthday with a surprise party. The U.S. was still occupying Iraq, even though they finally admitted there was no threat of weapons of mass destruction. The U.S. Border Patrol began using unmanned drones to police the border, and Ariel Sharon and Yasser Arafat were the two leaders trying to figure out who really "owns" the Gaza Strip.

05.05.05

Gina and I had just made the announcement that we were leaving our jobs and life in Casper, Wyoming to pursue doctorate degrees at the University of Virginia. I'm pretty sure everyone thought we were crazy. I had that same thought myself quite a few times. The Kelly Walsh boys' soccer team was about to win its 3rd state championship in 4 years. I was recognized by my school district as an Influential Educator, and the clock I got as an award still sits on my desk. In Kansas, law makers, educators and religious leaders sat to discuss whether or not Intelligent Design could be presented to students as an alternative explanation for the origin of life. It was found to be not supported by the First Amendment and subsequently banned. Our country refuses to acknowledge the presence of God in schools, and we are starting to see what has replaced Him.

06.06.06

Gina and I were living in Charlottesville, Virginia, and we just finished our first year at the University of Virginia. We also just completed our first cycle of IVF, which we learned was not successful. I was teaching a technology workshop in Bedford, Virginia, and Gina came with me to enjoy the mountains while I taught a group of teachers how to make digital movies and podcasts. In sports, a relatively unknown relief pitcher for the Arizona Diamondbacks, Jason Grimsley, had his house searched for performance enhancing drugs in an ongoing BALCO investigation. He quit baseball the next day.

 07.07.07

Our niece, Joella Gale Murray, had been born a few weeks earlier, and she was being cared for at Children's Hospital in Washington, D.C. Ella, as we like to call her, was born with epidermolysis bullosa (EB), a rare genetic skin disease in which the body doesn't produce vital proteins that hold the layers of skin together. People born with this disease get deep, painful wounds and blisters from seemingly everyday bumps and friction. We had been up there a couple of times to see Ella, and my sister and brother-in-law were going there every day to hold her, watch the bandage changes, sing to her, read from the Bible and make sure she knew there were many people outside the walls of the hospital who loved her and were praying for her. On July 7, 2007, the New7Wonders Foundation announced the winners of its massive poll, in which people could vote by phone or internet for their favorite existing world wonder. The New Seven Wonders of the World were The Great Wall of China, Petra in Jordan, the Christ the Redeemer statue in Brazil, Machu Picchu in Peru, Mexico's Chichen Itza Mayan site, the Colosseum in Rome and the Taj Mahal in India. I tend to think Ella should be on this list. She is amazing and most definitely wonderful.

08.08.08

Life in the Alexander home had changed quite a bit by the time this date rolled around. What used to be a small house at the end of the street occupied by two grad students and a dog was now a crowded, joyful, amazing, busy, sleepless, who-knows-what-will-happen-next home full of laughing, tickling, crying, diapers, bottles and love. Sam and Nate had arrived the previous February, and Gina and I were completely caught up in the wonder of raising twin boys. We were also in the beginning stages of researching and writing our dissertations. On this particular night, after we put the boys down for bed (yes, they were sleeping through the night by now), we took some time away from our busy lives to celebrate "higher, faster, stronger" with the rest of the world. It was the opening ceremonies of the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing, China, and it was inspiring. We would need inspiration, as well as Olympic-level endurance, to get through the next several months.

09.09.09

We were no longer living in Charlottesville. Our graduation from UVa and subsequent job search brought us to Springfield, Illinois, where I had just begun my first faculty position at the University of Illinois Springfield. We still had a house in Virginia, no money, one car,  or no friends in our new city but I still look back on this time as one of the most joyful in my life. The boys were in full-blown toddler mode. They were running everywhere, saying more words every day, and something as simple as walking down the sidewalk was an adventure. On this day, U.S. Representative Joe Wilson from South Carolina interrupted a speech by President Barack Obama by screaming, "You lie!" This was in response to the impending health care reform the president was trying to -- and eventually did -- push through. The representative's lack of etiquette caused quite a stir, and it became yet another sign that Democrats and Republicans might be losing their desire to even appear as if they were getting along with each other. Now, there is very little doubt about that.

10.10.10

This day held special meaning for many people around the world. Couples from the U.S. to China to Australia to Norway rushed to get married so their anniversary would be on 10.10.10. In England, a massive celebration was held for a boy who turned 10 on the 10th minute of the 10th hour of the 10th day of the 10th month in the 10th year of the new millennium. As for us, there were no celebrations on this day. We had just moved back to Texas, and Gina had just started a new faculty position at TCU. I was working part time at UNT as a lecturer and research associate, and part time at Good Shepherd Episcopal School as a Technology Specialist. This day was a Friday, which meant I left my house at 6:00 to be at Good Shepherd by 7:30, then I left Dallas at 3:30 so I could be at Pebbles by 5:00 to pick up the boys. Life was pretty hectic, but we were happy to be back in Texas with friends and family (and warmer temps).

11.11.11

I was still working at UNT, teaching two classes and continuing to help with research projects. There had been rumors of new faculty positions opening up, one at UNT and one at TCU, but neither had materialized. I had also just interviewed for, and been offered, a position at Tarrant County Community College as a Faculty Technology Director (or something like that). As far as I was concerned, this was going to be my next job, and I was looking forward to it. The last year and a half had been a whirlwind, career-wise, and I was ready for some stability. Internationally on this day, the popular first-person shooter video game Modern Warfare 3 had just been released and sold 6.5 million copies almost instantly. Considering the recent events at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut, this seems very disturbing and dark-hearted. I wonder if our culture should reconsider shooting people (even virtual people) as a form of entertainment?

12.12.12

This will be the last date like this in my lifetime. Honestly, I hardly paid attention to most of these dates. But it's still strange to think that something will never happen again. Our lives are quite different than they were on January 1, 2001. Some people would call us lucky, others might say we're blessed. I choose to believe the latter. Both Gina and I are on faculty at TCU, and the boys go to school across the street. I often walk over to pick them up, and we walk together back to my office. We stop at the big swing in front of Jarvis Hall to play if the weather is nice. The boys watch cartoons on my iPad under my desk while I finish up e-mails or lesson plans. We then take the shuttle to my parking lot and come home around 3:00. The weather today was cold, quite a shock compared to the mild temps we've had this fall, so we didn't get to swing. I know it won't be long before they don't go to school across the street, and they won't care about the swing. They will stop thinking the space beneath my desk is a fort, and I will ride the shuttle alone so I can drive to pick them up wherever they attend school. Just like our culture has a tendency to count days, I count my blessings. They are never to be taken for granted. Simple blessings are among the few sacred things left in our culture, for those who choose to acknowledge them. The big news on this day was a charity concert given by many big name stars (many of who I did not even know) to raise money for families and communities devastated by Hurricane Sandy. Celebrities blessing ordinary people. Also, for the first time in history, the Pope sent a tweet all by himself. Like me, he wants to connect with people, even when it means adapting to a new technology to do it. His message seems like a great way to end my story, "Dear friends, I am pleased to get in touch with you through Twitter. Thank you for your generous response. I bless all of you from my heart."

Horned Frog Family Christmas

Last week we all jumped in the car and attended the TCU tree lighting. We decided to do this somewhat at the last minute, and we weren't sure what it would be like. We used to attend the Lighting of the Lawn at UVa, which was always pretty cool. The main difference, of course, is that the TCU lighting was about 30 degrees warmer than Virginia in December. The warm temperature didn't dampen the Christmas spirit, however. We had a great time watching the fireworks, eating candy canes, drinking hot chocolate, and taking pictures with Super Frog and a real live reindeer. Oh, and I can't forget the band! They were awesome! They were a bunch of college guys who covered pop songs from the '80's. Bands like the Bel Biv Devoe, The Pointer Sisters, C & C Music Factory, The Bangles, etc. It was awesome. Sadly, I knew just about every word to every single song they played. As you can see below, I was not the only person who enjoyed this band. There are also some more pictures of our fun night out in the gallery below.  

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Framing the Question, Revisited

If you believe everything I write, there is a chance you are under the misconception that children do the asking and parents are stuck with the burden of coming up with acceptable answers. This could not be further from the truth. Children are not the only humans in your household who have a knack for asking the impossible, the obvious, and the absurd. Yes, I'm talking to you, parents. Consider the following questions you may or may not have ever asked your child.

The Rhetorical Question

The first time I noticed myself asking these types of questions was when I was a school teacher. I would ask things like, "Do you want your name on the board?" or "Do you want to miss recess?" As a parent, we know why we ask these kinds of questions. But have you ever wondered what children think about these threats posing as rhetorical questions? Do they really have the meta-cognitive awareness to know the motive behind our questions? As one of my 3rdgraders innocently asked me once, "Am I supposed to answer that question?"

The Obvious Question

"Are you listening to me?" "Do you understand me?" "Am I making myself clear?" Well, obviously not if you are having to ask those questions. Perhaps these questions lie dormant in a specific region of the brain until we are suddenly in a position of authority over children. Maybe it's wishful thinking, hoping even one kilobyte of data is making it past the firewall when every nonverbal signal their 50-pound bodies can muster is telling us otherwise. No matter what our reasons are for asking the obvious question, nothing screams psuedo-authority like a hollow question at the end of a lecture. "Have I made myself clear?" In the words of that thug from The Breakfast Club, "Crystal."

The Interrogation

I know we parents don't think of these questions as the 3rd degree, but there are some days when our children sure think that's what we are doing. "How was school?" "What did you do today?" "Do you have any homework?" Honestly, it's just an attempt to know what is going on in our childrens' lives. Or is it?

I remember an episode recently when my own children were talking about the behavior management plan in their preschool classroom. They were not talking me to me, and I just happened to overhear what they were discussing. Alpha said something to Beta to this effect: "So-and-so had to sit at the table during group time because he got all of his circles moved." Circles moved? Sit at the table? How did I not know about this. I HAD to know about this! Let's be honest, every parent wants to know how their child stacks up with the rest of the class. I delved a bit further ...

"What does it mean to have your 'circle moved'?"

"What kinds of things does someone in your class -- not YOU of course, but those other wild children -- have to do to get his circle moved?"

"How many chances do you get before you have to go to the table?"

And of course, there was the real question I wanted to ask since the beginning of the interrogation ...

"Have YOU ever had your circle moved?"

This of course is when Alpha proceeded throw Beta under the bus. He described what he was doing during group time and that he had to move his circle, but not enough times to have to sit at the table. They also told me who HAD been moved to the table and why. After getting over my shock that I had not heard of this system before now (almost two months into the school year), I was instantly relieved to know my children were not total delinquents.

Parents do some of the strangest things. We spell things we don't want our children to understand. We use pig latin. We tell our children they have until the count of 5 to do something you've told them to do, as if those extra 4 seconds is enough to do some real soul searching. We say ridiculous things like, "Don't make me come over there!" as if their behavior is about to activate some sort of involuntary parenting muscle. And we ask silly questions. Questions with no answer, that could just as easily be framed as statements or imperatives. Despite all of our weirdness, our children turn out to be pretty normal, well-adjusted little humans. Only some of our weirdness seems to rub off on them. So, the next time your child asks you a silly question, just remember they probably learned it from you.

Scaredy cats, beware!

One of our favorite family traditions each year is dressing up for Halloween in the awesome costumes GiGi makes for the boys. The first costume she made for the boys was a dinosaur. Then they were clowns. Last year, they picked their own theme: Nate was an owl and Sam was a prince. This year, they went with an old reliable theme: superheroes. Nate decided to be The Incredible Hulk and Sam was Batman. As you can see from the picture above, the costumes turned out great. In fact, when we went to a Halloween event at TCU, both boys got compliments about their costumes at just about every stop. They were pretty proud of their awesome costumes. If that wasn't enough, GiGi came to Texas to go trick-or-treating with us, so she got to see them in action. After about an hour of walking around our neighborhood adding to our already massive stash of candy, the boys decided they wanted to go home and pass out candy. So that is what we did. For over an hour. This turned out to be their favorite part of the evening. I have a feeling it won't be long before we start decorating the outside of our house and create some sort of haunted house. They liked it that much. I also think Sam liked telling the kids, "Only one piece!" He's our little enforcer.

We followed up Halloween with a weekend full of activities. GiGi came to the boys last soccer game of the season, and Uncle Clay and Aunt Gail came over from Garland to meet us. We got to have fun with our teammates at McDonald's, then we showed everyone around TCU and other sites around Fort Worth. On Sunday, we took GiGi to McKinney Church and got to have a delicious lunch at The Cotton Patch Cafe.

Like all good weekends, this one ended way too soon, and we had to say good-bye until Christmas. We have now entered the season of being thankful (which should be more than a season), and we are definitely thankful for the fun Halloween we had this year. I hesitate to call it a "holiday," but it sure is fun to put on costumes and eat candy until your stomach hurts. I can't want to do it again next year!

The Hunt

My first shot at an antelope never even made it out of the gun. I was sitting in the truck eating a sandwich, when my brother-in-law noticed something coming over the hill. It looked like a little white dot mixed in with the sage brush, and as it came closer we all knew it was a buck antelope. He was all alone, which is not normal for bucks this time of year. There was another truck in the distance, where a man was sighting in his rifle. The antelope stopped in the field and looked at us. I hadn't used my dad's 7mm rifle in several years, and I could hardly remember how to even work it. I fumbled out of the truck, leaned over the hood and realized there was no bullet in the chamber. By the time I figured out how to load the gun, the antelope was standing between us and the other truck. I waited to see if he would move away from the truck so I could take a shot, but his slow walk turned into a trot, and before I knew it he was over the hill.

Lesson #1: The shot in front of you may be the only one you get.

The second shot made it out of the rifle, but it only hit dirt. We had been driving around a pretty large section of state land when we saw a small herd of antelope lying in a field. One buck and four does. They were much too far off to take a shot. Joe suggested we come around on foot, sneak up the hill and try to get a shot. This seemed like a good idea, so we got the gun and our cool orange caps and started off across the plains. As we crested the hill, we could see the antelope still lying there. I moved around the left flank and got on my belly. There had been snow the night before, and the ground was still mostly frozen. Any natural instinct a person may have about distance is quickly distorted when you are crawling on your belly across the frozen plains with a high-powered rifle in one hand. I could have sworn I just crawled about 100 yards, but when I looked back at Joe, it was clear I went about 30 feet. I crawled a little more, but I could tell the buck knew something was askew. I got rifle ready, looked through the scope and tried to take aim. My heart was beating so hard I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, and I felt like I might hyperventilate. I paused, took a deep breath and aimed again. I was still having a hard time steadying the rifle, but I did my best and put my finger on the trigger. When I thought I had a good shot, I squeezed the trigger and sent a round flying somewhere over the antelope's back. The herd of four took off running and I watched the second buck of the day escape to live another day.

Lesson #2: Style points don't matter if you can't close the deal.

The next day involved a lot of driving. We drove around different roads looking for public land. We drove around plots of public land looking for access. We drove between, among and around some different areas looking for any signs of life. Most of it was just on the other side of fences, resting peacefully on private land. Our driving eventually brought us to the edge of the hunting area, so we took another road heading back to Buffalo, where we were staying. The GPS told us when we were entering and leaving public land, and we plodded along. I took another shot at a doe on the edge of some public land, but she was moving and I was never able to get my aim. We drove a little further and came across another pretty large herd. Most of them took off as soon as we slowed down, but one of the bucks just stood there and looked at us. I knew we were close to public land, so I decided to take my shot. I leaned over the open door, through the window. I steadied the rifle and took a deep breath. I squeezed the trigger and watched the buck drop to two legs. He got back up and walked over a small hill. I grabbed the rifle and couple more bullets, walked over the hill and saw the buck just standing there. It was at this moment I realized I was about to partake in that most ancient of rituals: the exchange of one life for the continuation of another. I can't explain how I knew this, but it seemed my wounded friend knew it as well.

I walked back up the hill to the truck where my dad and brother-in-law waited for me, and I didn't quite know how to respond. I knew I was not going back to Texas empty handed, but I also knew this was a clumsy, messy hunt. We loaded the buck into the truck and found a better place to field dress him. As we drove back to Buffalo to the meat cutter, I let the whole experience sink in. I was a hunter. Though I had spent many years of my life living among a wide array of wildlife, I had just taken my first communion in this age-old fraternity. The experience was profound and humbling.

Lesson #3: You may not be sure whether or not the animal you just shot at is "the one," but once you hit him, he's the one.

The next day, Joe got his buck in almost the same exact place at almost the exact time of day. His shot was a beauty, with lots of style points and much celebrating afterwards. It was a great way to end our hunting excursion, and I'm sure it will look great hanging on Ella's wall in a couple of months. With any luck, the horns from my antelope will be hanging in the boys' room someday.

I am still not passionate about hunting. Oddly, I feel just about the same about it as I did before. I do intend to look into hunting here in Texas because it is something I would like the boys to do as soon as they're old enough. It may take hold of them like it has my dad and brother-in-law, and I think that's great. I don't know if it will take hold of me, but I want to do it again. When do you get to hang out with other guys for a three days driving around some of the most beautiful country in the world looking at wildlife? Not from an office, that's for sure. This puts the office into perspective. And grocery stores and every dish that contains any kind of meat.

Lesson #4: The Hunt has very little to do with shooting bullets at animals, and more to do with slowing down time, sharing stories and being part of God's creation.

 

Rain, rain, go away

What do you do when your heart wants to play soccer more than anything, but all the sky wants to do is pour rain? When you put your uniform on before you even eat breakfast, but you have nowhere to go? You start with a thrill ride you'll never forget. The world's tallest roller coaster, or a daring escape from the evil clutches of Dr. Doofenshmirtz. Or a ride to the store with Mommy!

Then you move on to some light construction. A house for your action figures, or maybe a new type of car. The kind that can fly, float, go under water and has a bathroom AND a kitchen!

And you end with a major construction project: building a garage for your Jeep. The kind you can actually pull into. One that has a door that goes up and down. Then you decorate it with paint and markers. So everyone will know it's yours.

The next thing you know, the rain has stopped and you completely forgot you were even supposed to play soccer that morning. Sometimes you have a lot to do, and if you're lucky God will send some rain to remind you that "fun" isn't always something you have to go find or buy. It's something you make.

Frogs vs. 'Hoos

One thing I have always loved doing is following the sports teams for the various schools I have attended. Utah State, Colorado State, Virginia, and of course TCU (even though I never went to school there). This is never more of a distraction than during football season. I study each schedule and check for updates during each game. When possible, I watch the game on TV. Then there are those magical times when I actually get to go see one of my teams play live. Well, today not only did I get to see one team play, I got to see two! That's right, TCU played against UVa today in Fort Worth, and Gina and I got to go. It was pretty cool to see all of the Orange and Blue around AGC Stadium, and it was one of the few games where I knew no matter the outcome, I would be happy. This particular outcome came out in favor of the Horned Frogs, which was fine by me.

To make the day even better, one of our little soccer players (Sam) score 2 goals in his soccer game today. He was pretty excited, but he is playing it cool and looking ahead to his next goals. Now we are hoping Nate will blaze one into the net this season so we can officially say we have 2 soccer stars in the family.

 

Back on the pitch

Today we began another season of youth soccer. Sam and Nate were both pretty excited about the new season with new friends. Oh, and they have a new coach ... me. After the first game it became clear to me I have the most to learn of anyone on the team. We are all looking forward to a fun and exciting season, and hopefully we will have a few highlight reels to show by the time October rolls around. Below are some other pictures of their first game. By the way, if you click on any of the pictures, you can get a larger view in a cool gallery.

Ready, Set, Learn

  Today the boys embarked on a new adventure at a new school. We spent the last two years at Pebbles Preschool in Keller, but after our move to Fort Worth we wanted to find something a little closer to TCU. We settled on University Christian Church Weekday School because it is close to our work and has a very good reputation. The last couple of weeks have been interesting because the school did not start until after Labor Day. Gina and I have had to creatively find ways to make sure the boys are taken care of while we attended class and various meetings. With the help of Granny, we have been able to make every appointment/class/meeting and get most of our work done at a reasonable hour.

Anyway, the day finally arrived for us to head to school and meet the teachers. The boys actually met their teachers last Friday, but today was the first day of actual school. As you can see from the pictures, they were pretty excited and had a great time at their new school. They came home talking about some of their new friends. Sam got to be line leader (which is a BIG deal because, as many of you know, he LOVES to be first), and Nate got to be lunch helper. They were also extremely glad to find out that this school has tricycles and scooters to play with at recess. I'm impressed myself, not to mention a little bit jealous. All I have in my office is a MacBook Pro (which is pretty sweet, by the way).

After school, we walked to my office for a snack and a meeting with one of my students. The boys were very cooperative and well mannered. We even spotted Lightning McQueen in the parking lot as we were leaving, which just heaps a pile of rad on an already awesome day. We are expecting great things this year at UCC Weekday School, and I know this will be a year to remember.  Stay tuned for more updates from school and other activities.

Feels good to be a Horned Frog

My first week as a Horned Frog faculty member is in the books. It was exciting. It was tiring. It was anxiety inducing. It was chaotic. It was fun.

The boys are not in school yet, so this week was filled with a lot of driving back and forth, passing the boys off from car to car and scrambling to get to meetings, classes, appointments, etc. We had to get creative when it came to finding activities to keep them busy. It's hard work keeping two active bodies and curious minds occupied for an entire week. I have completely new respect for teachers. Actually, I've been on that side of the door too, and in some ways it is easier. More structured, anyway. But we made it and have some time to catch our breath before Monday.

I can't imagine any place I would rather be.

Sunset

We had to make our last day in Casper one to remember. When you only get to go back once or twice during each trip around the sun, you want to create a final memory with some weight to it; a memory that creates a wake that lingers on long after the bags are unpacked and you have the taste of real life back in your mouth. Sometimes you can create those memories, and sometimes they're given to you.

On the morning of our last day, we all gathered for a family portrait. Compared to the last time we took a family portrait (when Ella was 1 year old and the boys were almost 5 months), this was a walk in the park. No crying children, tired parents, or frustrated photographer. Our portraits turned out great, and if it weren't for pesky copyright laws, I would post them here.

After the portrait, we went home and changed clothes for one last trip up the mountain. Ah, the mountain. My mountain. A place where the rest of the world ceases to exist. A haven seemingly untouched by time and motion. A place where I can eat as much red licorice as I want, and no one says a word to me.

As trips to the cabin often do, this one started with a hike down to Elkhorn Creek. If I could only count the hours and miles I've spent exploring up and down this creek and along the walls of the canyon. The boys loved bounding from rock to rock, splashing in the cold water. We even met a wild friend along the way.

There was some rock throwing, boulder heaving and even a little cliff scaling (which I reluctantly let Sam do, despite the fact I've scaled just about every rock face in this canyon a dozen times or more).

While some of us strive for majestic views from a high-up perch,

others in our fold can find beauty and amazement in those treasures that hide right beneath our noses.

After  gorging ourselves on delicacies that can only be justified in a setting such as this, we knew the day was ending and our time out West would soon be ending. We packed up our gear, loaded up the truck, and made our last drive up the canyon.

I've often wondered if God takes blessings He has designed just for us and hides them among the easily-overlooked details of our lives, hoping He can catch our attention. In the faces of strangers, the laugh from a child, the warmth of a breeze that barely tickles your face. They are there all day, waiting, but we tend to look past them for deadlines, agendas and duties. But when we do find them, God is there watching to see our joy and amazement. Knowing that a whole unique set of blessings have already been prepared for the next day, perhaps God doesn't want today's blessings to be wasted. So, he bundles them all up, tosses them high into the heavens and watches them splash all over the horizon.

Just like God's light display as we descended our beloved mountain, our final day in Casper was filled with getting to do everything we loved about our vacation just one more time. We took all of our favorites and splashed them all over that beautiful Wyoming backdrop. One more wonderful day with family. One more romp in the dirt. One more s'more. One more night on the buffalo rug. One more canyon view. It's just about enough to make a guy want to come back for more.

 

I didn't even get to write about some of our best memories from the trip: Edness K. Wilkins State Park, sleeping in the tepee, going to Washington Park with all of my old soccer buddies, seeing puppet shows at the library, going to the planetarium. I guess every writer at some point has to make a choice, either write about memories or go make them. Thankfully, Gina takes a lot of pictures, so you can get the visual in our photo album.

Climb Every Mountain

One of my favorite things about bringing my family back to Casper is showing them some of my old haunts. A few nights ago Gina and I took the boys up to Casper Mountain so they could hike the Braille Trail and Crimson Dawn. The Braille Trail was founded in 1975 by Lee McCune, an active member of the Lion's Club, as a way for the visually impaired  to enjoy the many natural wonders on Casper Mountain. It is extremely well marked and the perfect distance for two 4-year olds. Crimson Dawn offers beautiful views of Muddy Mountain and the Laramie Mountain Range. We didn't get to explore all of the trails, but we got to see enough to know we want to go back. Our evening ended with dinner with our friends Jeff and Bethany Cutts, and we were ushered back into town with a spectacular view of Casper's lights. The mountain has already become a favorite destination for the boys.

You can see more images from our adventure in our photo album.

Running Scared

That's exactly what the fish were doing when Sam, Nate, Gina, PawPaw and I visited Yesness Pond. We got out there early and caught our first fish within a few minutes. In all, we caught 17 fish and had many more strikes. Our 17 fish totalled about 2 lbs., soaking wet (ha ha). Needless to say, they all ended up back in the pond, and hopefully they will be a little larger next year when we come back. You can see more images from our fishing trip in our photo album.