I had this
great idea. Instead of waiting
until we were launched into the wonderful madness of December, I
would write you all a letter… in November, full of all the things we’re thankful for. Yah! Great idea!
Woo-hoo!
Except, um,
apparently my great ideas don’t magically translate into reality without an
input of effort. I guess that’s
the corollary to this year’s motto:
When you do stuff, stuff gets done.
But I digress.) So here we are, in mid-December, and
the Christmas whirlwind has swept us up.
After a grueling
three hours of shopping this morning (some Christmas, some ordinary) Gunnar
announced that he was going to DIE if we had to go to one more store. Which we did. Then he announced that he would not speak to me until we got
there. That lasted less than ten
seconds (when he started moaning dramatically and giggling.) I’m happy to report that he did,
indeed, survive the grocery store, by the grace of God and the free doughnut
samples. And since the shopping
maul doesn’t exactly fill me
with zesty jolliness either, I’ll be trolling Amazon for the rest of our gifts.
We DO have
a lot to be thankful for. Good
family, good health, good grades, a good church, and good friends, to name a
few. Mid-morning cocoa breaks also
rank pretty high (oh, the benefits of homeschooling!) The boys are extra thankful to Grandpa and Grandma for the
trip to Disneyland in May, and the annual Aunt Tami Camp (this year with
cousins) including the fair, and the Capilano Suspension Bridge. But wait, let me break it down a
little,
boy by boy.
Gunnar (12)
is thankful that he is finally old enough to join CAP (Civil Air Patrol) with
his brothers, for every moment he gets to spend with his cousin Naomi, for his
friends at church and in the neighborhood, for his once-a-week babysitting job,
and for almost anything chocolate.
Tate (15)
is thankful for hunting with Grandpa, better hearing with his cochlear implant,
game nights at the chapel, three baby bunnies this summer (born the same day as
the royal prince), and his favorite holiday of the year – July 4th. (Hello… EXPLOSIVES!)
Wyatt (17)
is thankful for super glue (no, he’s not sniffing it), his first “real” job
working Thursday Night Motocross at the Hannegan Speedway, learning a Wonderful!
New! Technique! for shining his boots, the rare days he can “sleep in” (until
eight o’clock!), and for not
breaking his neck attempting a back flip from the diving board the day before
his solo. (Solo? More about that…)
The boys
all continue to do well with homeschooling. Can’t believe we’re into our seventh year. If there was any question
about their academic proficiency we can lay it to rest seeing how successfully
Wyatt has transitioned to attending the high school as a part-time student (just
inducted into the National Honor Society). He’s a math whiz. Tate loves and excels at history. And Gunnar is still learning like a
sponge absorbs water. We try to do
a lot of hands-on learning as well as book-work.
They’re
also getting wonderful opportunities through their involvement with CAP. Gunnar only joined this summer, so he’s
just getting started, but he’s already earned his first promotion (Airman) and
was thrilled to bring home his dress blues uniform last week. Tate (Senior Master Sergeant) out-ranks
Wyatt (Master Sergeant) at the moment, although Wyatt was chosen as First
Sergeant, and has more authority.
And if that confused you, welcome to my world.
I cheer them on, help them study, drive them to and from
their activities, and stand in awe of the young men they’re becoming. Tate served for most of a week at the
Arlington Fly-In this summer, and Wyatt won a scholarship to Desert Eagle
Flight Encampment, where he was able to solo in a Cessna. Yes, he really flew. By himself.
They get to do a lot of fun things, like volunteer as
“victims” for local CERT classes, complete with moulage make-up (head injuries,
compound fractures, bruises, impalings, etc.) And then, to make it more fun (because what could be more fun than
looking like you’re about to die?!) they went straight to youth-group, without
changing. (Don’t you wish you were hosting the
group?) With CAP, they also got to
go to a Marksmanship Encampment.
Yes, 25+ young people camped out at a gun club, shooting real rifles with live ammunition, and real bows with pointy arrows. Also, Wyatt and Tate have been trained and called out by
Whatcom County Search and Rescue.
Kerry
turned fifty this summer – half a century! He continues to manage his own firm (KGArchitect), but with
the continuing economic woes is exploring some new employment options. And I’m holding down the fort at home,
and hoping to continue doing so for a few more years, until all the boys are
launched. Which seems to be
approaching all too rapidly!
3 comments:
Thanks for your Christmas letter -- it was a fun break from packing this morning!
Merry Christmas! I often use your mantra "When you do stuff, stuff gets done."
OK, I use it ALL the time. Every time I pick up a stray sock, toy or tackle the mother load.
It keeps me going some days. :-)
It all sounds good - lots to be thankful for!!
It sounds like your boys have so much fun at CAP - hopefully mine can find something they like equally well!
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