Anniversary!

Kind of weird to have your wedding anniversary on Good Friday; we didn't go out or do anything particularly out of the ordinary but it was a beautiful day anyway. We hung around the house doing ordinary things - laundry, shopping, cooking, playing with the kids - and it was kind of idyllic in its own way.

(I also have very few pictures of the two of us so this lily - a lotus blossom? - will have to do.)

I remember one of our first conversations - perhaps the very first? I asked Terry what his favorite book was, one of those standard get-to-know-you questions, and when he said "The Lord of the Rings" I about fell off my chair. I was sitting in the kitchen of the MCC house in Yapacaní, Bolivia, while he made food (aha! Foreshadowing!). I think at that moment at some level I knew we were going to end up together (though I wasn't necessarily convinced that would be a good thing!) It

was about a year before we really fell in love; a year of many wonderful conversations, arguments, and rescues.

One thing I've always loved about Terry is his enthusiasm. Sure, he's cynical and skeptical and all that, but when he's for something, he's whole hog. I dated a guy once who would only (and even then only grudgingly) walk me half-way home. But when I told Terry I wanted a teddy bear for Christmas, he bought me four. 

bear #1 of 4

cuz I had to put the kids in somewhere...

So here we are, almost 20 years from the day we met (September 17, 1996), and 16 years from the day we got married. Pretty soon I will have known him half my life (I was only 23 when I went to pick up the new guy at the airport in Santa Cruz!). We've been parents for almost 8 years. So many adventures! New Zealand, South Africa, Central America, Albania, and now Colombia.

Thank you to this smart, generous, funny man for walking this road together with me. I love you.

 

43!

My birthday was on Saturday, but I delayed posting about it because I wanted to show off my new glasses! After 13 years with the same frames I went for something drastically different. Obviously I have yet to master the art of the selfie, but this will have to do. I got my hair cut too, finally after forever, though you can see the shape a little better here:

I'm a wash-and-go girl, so there you have it. 

Biodegradable

This is kind of a follow-up to my post on Legos. When we were in Albania in January, kind of on a whim I started saving the toilet paper rolls and cereal boxes we were amassing. First we made two little people and their house, and then we made a dog and a cat and their house. 

The cat's head was super hard to make! I threw out the first attempt. The second attempt came out a little better.

The kids were so charmed and had so much fun playing with them, they would have loved to take the cardboard animals to bed and to the playground and the mall with them, but they were kind of fragile.

I was actually surprised at how much the kids enjoyed playing with these after we made them! I always end up wondering why we spend money on toys at all!

Chuarrancho

I just got back from a week in Guatemala, my 5th visit in 15 years. One thing we did there was visit the community of Chuarrancho; the link there is to a web site in Spanish, but the photographs are beautiful even if you don't speak the language and a number of people we met there are featured.

It's an amazing story of a group of indigenous people nearly having their ancestral lands stolen out from under them, and getting back their titles. We sat before a double row of elders, the women in their traditional dress, all holding traditional staffs of office that had been revived during this process. Each introduced him or herself by name, then by office: "Ancestral authority."

I admit that I cried freely hearing these words. These people are so humble and have suffered so much, for centuries, including a nationwide attempt at their genocide. To see them proudly taking up the mantle of their ancestral authority, and having it recognized by the state, is an incredible testimony to their courage, tenacity, and deep attachment to the land.

Guate

Photo credit: Anna Vogt

I'm in Guatemala! I left my laptop at home so this will be short. I'm tapping it out with my thumbs but I'm weeks from turning 43 so this is not my fallback mode. 

More stories soon. If you are curious, google Chuarrancho.

Infinity Scarf

Warning: This post is pretty much 100% technical knitting discussion. Non-knitters beware!

So this isn't a super great picture, using photo booth instead of my camera, but faster for uploading. This is my first infinity scarf! I finally got what I wanted on my FOURTH try. It's a gift for someone, by the way, with yarn I bought in Denver at the AAA meetings. 100% wool, singly ply, a little itchy but it blocked so very well. Two skeins, slightly different (same colors, variation in width of stripes).

I had a mental picture of what I wanted, but on the first try, I decided it was too wide - so given that I was working with a limited amount of yarn it was going to be too short. I think I'd knit about 8 inches but I ripped it out and started over. Second try much narrower - cast on 28 stitches instead of 45 - and it was too narrow: the sides curled in too much. I wondered, though, if the issue was the pattern rather than the width - too many knit stitches will make it curl under, unless you balance out with some purls. So I made it a ribbed stitch pattern between the yarn over/k2tog pattern - but I didn't like how it looked. AT ALL. Stockinette gave me a much smoother surface, and even the way it curled into itself made it look a little like leaves.

So I switched it up a bit: I inserted a single column of purled stitches into each "leaf," or pattern repeat - it was just enough to ease the curling while maintaining the overall look that I wanted. And I went with a cast on of 35, halfway between attempts 1 and 2.

But the key? Was the blocking! I had a hunch it would block well, and it did - fabulously well in fact. The yarn just *relaxed* into a smooth, flat shape that is almost exactly what I wanted. It's long enough that it could handle 3 wraps around the neck for extra cold days. I adore this colorway and I think the intended recipient will really like it!

Four tries was worth it to get what I wanted.

There are no end of life lessons in knitting. I highly recommend it!

In other news, I just signed up for a yarn-bombing event here in March and April! It will be a great way to kick of my birthday :-)

Nuts about laundry

For Christmas, we received a box of Eco Nuts, which are dried soap berries for washing clothes. They are fantastic. I cannot recommend them enough. They work really well without leaving any powdery reside, and they are refreshingly unscented. I feel like they also last a long time, 3-4 berries for 10 loads, with 100 nuts in a box means at least 250 loads.

Full disclosure, nobody is paying me anything to write this, I just really like the product!

Brain Guy, Idnow, and Thinks

When we were in Cusco in January, Gabe and I were in the playground and he said something like, "Mom, there's a voice in my head that only I can hear, you can't hear it, but I can hear it. I can talk to it and you can hear me talking but you can't hear the guy in my brain. It's Brain Guy!"

That started a long conversation with Brain Guy, and he'd tell me what Brain Guy was saying. He told me that I had a Brain Mom to listen to and talk with.

Then he leaned close and whispered, "Brain Guy is really me."

~::~

Several months ago I remembered a Family Circus cartoon where there's an invisible child in the family that does all kinds of mischief, named Ida Know. I made the perhaps-mistake of telling the kids about Ida Know, and now they each have an invisible evil twin - Idnow is a boy Gabe's age, and Not Me is a girl Val's age. They sometimes have long conversations with their evil twins, who are also responsible for mild mischief like tickling me from behind.

~::~

One day last year when we were either just waking up or just going to bed, I forget, but in one of those contemplative moments near sleep Gabe looked at me and help up a finger, saying "I have a think. This is my think about God." He held up another finger: "This is my other think." He held up his fingers in a V, "sometimes my thinks are like this," then held them close together: "and sometimes my thinks are like this. But I'm always thinking about God." 

Lego Love (now with more pictures...)

I love Legos, irrationally and completely.

When Gabriel wants my attention he knows that saying "Let's play with Legos!" is pretty much a guaranteed tactic for success.

Right now there is a Lego Fun Fest happening at the expo center next to our apartment complex... you can bet we'll be there Saturday!

At the same time, being a guilt-ridden person by default, I think of the plastic that is going to end up at the bottom of the ocean or in the gut of a fish or seabird. I realize that disposable plastic packaging and containers are a bigger issue than Legos... but I still think about this every time we chuck a broken plastic toy in the trash, too.

This was my mother's day gift last year. The kids do not get to touch it.

 I love the total creativity that goes into playing with Legos. We have so many sets mixed together, sometimes I think how nice it would be to restore them all to their original sets - but I also think that mixing them up can produce wonderfully bizarre and creative things. We make creatures, vehicles, and habitats of all kinds. Once I even made a monkey with moving arms, legs, and tail. It's so absorbing. Like so much of life, I need to figure out how to balance care for the earth with everything else.

Nearest Gabe is the monkey I made

Resilience

I was pretty worried about how the beginning of this year would go, especially for Bug. After three years at the same preschool, he would be starting kindergarden at a new school. After three years in the same apartment - the only place he really remembered living - we'd be moving. The move was scheduled for 2 weeks after school started.

Last year, Valerie's second year at the elementary school, was very hard for her. She struggled with the food, with rude boys in her class, with increased expectations for what she should be able to produce (especially writing was a big challenge for her). She was throwing up at school from anxiety. We started packing a lunch for her and working on Spanish at home. Eventually things got better.

This year has been incredibly smooth in comparison. Val is so happy to have her little brother at school with her, and having her there to explain things to him has helped him tremendously as well. The school itself has settled into a good rhythm after some major administrative upheavals last year (which I think contributed to Val's anxieties at the time - there was just a lot of underlying tension in the air). Gabe adores his classroom teacher, and Val is thrilled with new classes like Laboratorio (science).

After we moved to the new place, our walk to school changed dramatically and I was worried that the kids would complain a lot, get tired, need to use the bathroom mid-route - but it has been fine. They play "obstacle course" through the apartment complex, and then I Spy all the way to school. Or we talk about different interesting things - what are angels, where do babies come from, etc. :-) The walk to school has evolved a new ritual.

Last year Val's Spanish improved dramatically, as did her drawing skills. I was blown away by the work she started to bring home. It's really interesting to me to hear the differences between the two kids as their bilingualism develops. Val speaks Spanish much more correctly than G, but he is much more inclined to code-switch fluidly.

So I'm breathing a small sigh of relief, for now.

New Home

These pictures are old, from about 2 years ago, but should give you an idea of why we moved! Our friend Marisol, who works at our office, invited us to her home for Sunday afternoon tea shortly after she started working here. Terry especially fell in love with the huge green space inside the apartment complex, as well as the views from their 12-floor apartment. He said that if they ever heard of an apartment coming up for rent there to let us know.

Well last August a place came open, but we didn't make the cut for getting it. Then in December we heard of another place, a corner apartment on the very top floor. 

Thanks to Marisol, who knew the owners, we were able to rent directly from them which is much simpler here than going through a real estate agency (which most people do). So when we got back from our vacation in January we started working on moving.

It was quite an undertaking - I had no idea we had amassed so much STUFF. We got rid of some of it but there's more now that we want to get rid of as well.

The brick building you can see just over the trees is part of the apt. complex

Moving feels like a bit of a fresh start. In September we also changed churches as well. (Now I just need to get new glasses!) Although G was resistant at first, V absolutely loves our new place, and G has come around as well.

our view

Some things that I was worried about - like walking to school takes half an hour now, instead of five minutes - have turned out to be so not a big deal at all. Other things have taken some getting used to, like the flocks of birds that start singing at 4:30 a.m. outside our window (see those trees?). But by and large it's been good so far. We still have some work to do to get settled in, and Terry sliced his thumb open on moving weekend (needed 3 stitches!), but honestly I went with my gut feeling that said "Yes, do it!" when we saw the place and met the owners for the first time, and I'm feeling pretty sure that my gut was right. So far.

Hair

So in October last year Valerie asked me to cut her hair. She'd been asking for a long time, and finally one day I did it. I had just gotten up in the morning and hadn't had my coffee yet, but I really wanted to cut Gabriel's hair and I thought if I cut Val's hair first he'd be more amenable to being shorn himself.

How long it was

I asked, just before I snipped, if she wanted it long enough to put in a ponytail or not and she said no. I had such a sense of misgiving but I cut it anyway... and as soon as she looked in the mirror she ran to her room, threw herself face-down on the bed and cried.

The day I cut it

She hated it. I cannot tell you how horrible I felt. Hair grows back, and getting a haircut we hate is a rite of passage for all women and girls. But it sure twisted the knife later that day when she said, "Mom, I forgive you."

How it is now

A few days later I got my hair cut myself, so we could have short hair together. I'm about to trim her bangs for the fourth time since October... I think by her birthday in May it will be close to the length she originally wanted. We also had fun looking at this artist's renderings of Disney Princesses with short hair. 

I'm sure I have made and will continue to make worse mistakes as a parent but for some reason this is one I think I'll remember for a long time... 

Two weeks in Tirana

I don't really know how to talk about what Tirana and Albania mean to me. The place is inextricably linked in my mind and heart with the first two years of our life as a family of four, with the kids' early childhood years. It was such a gift and a blessing to go back for a family vacation in January. We were able to rent the top floor of a villa in a neighborhood where apartment buildings do not yet dominate, behind one of the oldest schools in the city. It rained and rained and rained but we had a lovely time.

Christmas 2015

Going slightly back in time, here are some photos from the Jantzi family visit to Bogotá for Christmas; the top three photos are from the Jardín Botánico, one of the best places to go in Bogotá - it's really big, and has an impressive range of flora organized by ecosystem. 

Metal horse sculpture

Nautilus fossil

Bottle-cap mosaic art (still trying to figure out whose portrait that is)

New water bottles! 

Portrait of Valerie in sidewalk chalk, by Aunt Rosanne

Cusco 2016

One of my goals for this year is to blog more and Facebook less. Trying for more depth instead of the glib status updates. So I didn't put up a lot of photos of our January travels; catching up now. 

It's becoming a tradition to take the kids to this rock formation near (in?) Sacsayhuaman. You can see Gabriel in yellow and Valerie in pink and Terry in black climbing up there. It got really cold with the wind but thankfully we didn't get rained on. It's fun to think of all the generations of people who have polished these stones with their backsides. 

My camera started doing weird things while in Albania, it shows most when zooming in but it can make a cool effect too. This is at Pukapukara outside of Cusco. We had a great day that afternoon driving around in the yellow VW bug. Making memories.

The same day, at Tambomachay. Gabriel said it was the best day of his life, jumping from rock to rock up the stream towards the ruins. Valerie got tired of it before he did and climbed up the bank to join me where I was on the walking path. At one point Terry took off his socks and shoes to wade through and carry Gabe across a deep pool, so they were able to go a lot farther.

I was standing above with my heart in my throat picturing falls and concussions and all that, but then I remembered that my very favorite memories of childhood are of doing exactly this - playing in a rocky creek with sun-dappled shade and how much it lifted my spirits. I want my kids to have those kinds of joyful memories too.

My mom made Valerie this beautiful dress! The fabric she used is from things my grandmother had in storage. So it is extra meaningful as well as beautiful. Val was so proud and happy to wear it to church last Sunday.

Rooms. Views.

Starting next weekend, this will (assuming all goes as planned) be the view from our new apartment... all the trees you see there are part of a huge park that is inside the apartment complex - such a great place for the kids to play! 

This is currently the view from our living room window: 

Not nearly as nice... We've lived in this apartment for 3 years now and it's been fine, there are things we've liked and not liked. But moving feels like a good chance to purge things we don't need, and refresh our point of view. Perhaps metaphorically as well as literally.

And this was our view from the top-floor flat we rented in a lovely old villa for two weeks in Albania - we arrived in the midst of the New Year's fireworks celebrations, enjoyed two days of sunshine, and then 10 days of rain. I felt like I could have stared out this window forever.

First Day of School!

Today Valerie started 2nd grade, and Gabe started kindergarden! They are excited about being at the same school together again, and G asked a thousand questions before they went in this morning. They were nervous, too, with all the unknowns ahead of them - who would be in their classes? What would be for lunch? etc.

We're also planning to move to a new apartment next week, so there are a lot of changes happening right now. Things to celebrate.

I'm celebrating the first anniversary of defending my dissertation. Yay!