An overdose of pictures

by Kristi Van Dyk


My blog has a lot of words. I usually flood it with words because the only time I make time to write is when my heart is overflowing with an emotion that I have to release. Right now I'm feeling as though its overflowing, but I simply can't pin point an exact concept or thought. So instead, I'm going to add the images that make it sing ... 

Create the captions for me in your minds eye ... Or don't ... sometimes the emotion seen in the photographs provides more than words ever could: 

My top 10 - 

#10. 

#9.

#8.

#7.

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#6.

#5

#4

#3.

#2

#1

Yeah. I think that about sums it up:         Friendship. Joy. Love. 


Monolingual Problems

by Kristi Van Dyk


Yesterday I needed to pass through the Mandarin K/1 classroom (during lunch) to get to my office (aka the closet space where we store the big iMac I use for video editing). 

Upon entering I was greeted by a chorus of sweet faced elementary students, rapidly firing questions at me in Mandarin. I did not know how to respond, so I giggled and waved. 

Sensing the problem, my little friend Zach switched languages and decided to attempt Spanish instead of Mandarin. 

Z: Hola!
Me: Hola, amigo! 
Z: Como estas?
Me: Bien, y tu?
Z: Bien ... 

Giggles all over the room ... more whispering in Mandarin, more trying to engage me in Mandarin ... 

Me: No entiendo, amigos, no entiendo tu Mandarin. 

Raucous laughter EVERYWHERE

I'm hilarious because I don't understand them, and I'm the grown up. Additionally, they can keep up with me in their 3rd language better than I can in what little I have of my 2nd. 

Their joy in it all is so very present. And thus, so is mine.

I <3 immersion.  


Thanksgiving Reflection, 2014

by Kristi Van Dyk


This Thanksgiving, I wanted to make certain that my children took some time to reflect. I know that they do this at school, but part of the exercise at home is that I also need to be intentional about reflection. So, we tried a few different tactics together ... 

On Wednesday afternoon, we took out our iPods, and I showed them how to use voice enabled dictation. Using this, they quickly made a list of EVERYTHING they were thankful for. Using the prompt, "If you don't say thank you for this item, it will disappear ..." Well, this got them saying thank you for everything they saw around them and generated LARGE lists. However, since the list consisted of things like, "the microwave, the barstools, the kitchen table..." etc it wasn't exactly having the desired effect. 

This morning I decided to try again, prompted by something I had recently read. I find myself defaulting (when giving thanks) to material possessions. I'm thankful for a house, for a functioning van, for clothes to wear, etc.  All of those things are nice - and to a degree - replaceable should they ever disappear.  What I wanted to focus on this year was our relationships. Those connections that we simply can't imagine life without - and to be thankful for those people who God has very intentionally placed in our life. I took each child one by one, snuggled under the covers of our bed and asked them, "Take out your family, for a bit ... you can't say them right away, and tell me the people you can't imagine living life without. We are going to thank God for them today."

The results were absolutely precious: 

Kayleigh Elaine - 

  1. Miss Julie and Mr. Josh - I’m thankful for them because they teach my Maranatha class and they teach me about the Bible
  2. Andrew Rush - I’m thankful for Andrew because he helps teach tennis, and he let me come and watch his tennis match
  3. Miss Ally/Mr. Sam/Miss Auty/Mr. Noah/Miss Lizzy - I’m thankful for them because they play with us at Maranatha class and help Miss Julie with the stories
  4. Zhang Lao Shi - I’m thankful for Zhang Lao Shi because she teaches my class and helps me with my math 
  5. Kate - I’m thankful for Kate because she plays with me and gives me presents, and she always comes to find me at recess to play with me 
  6. Ms. Vicky - I’m thankful for Miss Vicky because she teaches my class and leads us to the craft time and I’m thankful that she’s going to have a baby
  7. Grandpa and Grandma Van Dyk - I’m thankful for them because they babysit me and find me at school during hot lunch - and they leave us smarties when we go to their house
  8. Nana and Pa - I’m thankful that they invite us over to their house a lot. They let us help make special treats, and they let us stay at Maranatha all of the time and they buy us lots of clothes for school
  9. Auntie Sarah - I’m thankful for Auntie Sarah because she got me the globe puzzle, and she comes back to visit us from her big trip to Amsterdam that she’s having fun at, and she played with me at the Mackinac hotel 
  10. Great Grandpa - I’m thankful for him because he plays with us and lets us come to his house for lunch and let us play with some of his toys 
  11. Auntie Maria/Uncle Dan - I’m thankful for them because they let us come over to their house for Everett’s birthday and let us play with Everett
  12. Auntie Alaina/Uncle Dan - I’m thankful that they come all the way from their city to visit us in the summer - and they used to let us play with their kids at their house a lot when they lived here
  13. Mommy/Daddy - I’m thankful for them because they make food and buy it for us, they play with us, buy us a house, and let me have my own bedroom 
  14. Benny/Madeleine - I’m thankful for them because they play with me and they let me give them hugs 
  15. Doctor Miller - I’m thankful for her because she helps me feel better when I have bad things going on and something wrong with my body 
  16. Miss Shari - I’m thankful for her because she babysits me and buys crafts for us and she lets us play downstairs with the furniture and she cares for us 

Benjamin Steven - It should be noted that I took EXACT dictation for this child - and he rattled these ideas off in a heartbeat. Sometimes I had to stop him so that I could catch up with his brain. He had clearly had these in his precious little heart for a while.

  1. Jared - I’m thankful for Jared because he plays with me even when my sister doesn’t want to
  2. Brinley - I’m thankful for Brinley because some people don’t like to play with me but she does
  3. Amelia - I’m thankful for Amelia because she always likes to run and tag me and I like to play tag
  4. Maestra Slenk - I’m thankful for her because when I’m the star she lets me choose toys to play with for class 
  5. Ciao Lao shi - I’m thankful for her because she tells us good job when we are picking up toys nicely
  6. All of my friends’ moms - I’m thankful for them because they know my name and because they take time to say nice things to me at school when they see me, and when I leave they wave at me.
  7. Miss Julie - I’m thankful for Miss Julie because she let me come to her wedding and because she’s so nice to me and she let me have light up bracelets and rings and she gives the best hugs
  8. Mr. Josh - I’m thankful for Mr. Josh because he plays with me and he always reads a book to me when I ask him to
  9. Miss Shari - I’m thankful for Miss Shari because she lets me come to her house and because she will let me hold her baby when she gets him and because I know she loves me. 
  10. Mr Kevin - I’m thankful for Mr Kevin because he is funny and he plays wild with us. 
  11. Michael Moeller - I’m thankful for Michael Moeller because he plays outside with me at school and he showed me the big ice chunk and we have a secret hideout that is so cool 
  12. Kayleigh - I’m thankful for Kayleigh because she plays with me and she does crafts with me
  13. Mommy - I’m thankful for Mommy because she loves me and she snuggles with me and she lets me sit on her lap
  14. Daddy - I’m thankful for Daddy because he is funny and he plays with me and plays wild too and he plays cars with me
  15. Maddie - I’m thankful for Maddie because she’s nice and she does crafts with me too and because she’s a funny girl 
  16. Grandma Van Dyk - I’m thankful for Grandma Van Dyk because she lets me have smarties and because she plays with me and she lets me play some games from other peoples rooms and and then we put them back 
  17. Grandpa Van Dyk - I’m thankful for Grandpa Van Dyk because he's nice and he lets me go over to his house while Mommy is at the store
  18. Nana - I’m thankful for Nana because she loves me and cause she lets me play with Lizzie and put Harry out and she lets me walk Lizzie to where she goes potty sometimes
  19. Pa - I’m thankful for Pa because he is silly and he lets me bake cookies with him and let me make cookies that didn’t go in the oven and that DID have to go in the oven

Madeleine Mae - Yes, she's only 2, but I thought I'd try. Hers is also verbatim (as I'm sure you can probably tell)

Mom: Who do you love Mae? Who are you thankful for?
Mae: I not know. 
Mom: How about Daddy? Do you love Daddy?
Mae: Yup
Mom: Why? 
Mae: Because he tickles me. 
Mom: Good, there's one. How about Nana, do you love Nana?
Mae: Yup
Mom: Why? 
Mae: Because she take me places
Mom: Good! Great ideas Mae. Who else do you love?
Mae: Candy!
Mom: (attempting to keep the conversation flowing): Why do you love candy?
Mae: Because its yummy in my tummy!!! (collapses in giggles)
Mom: Okay ... who else do you love? 
Mae: (Giant cheesy grin) I don't know.
Mom: Do you love Mommy?
Mae: No, I not love Mommy because I didn't say I love Mommy! (shouted)
Mom: Okay. That's fine. How about Miss Shari! I know you love Miss Shari
Mae: (More giant grin) No, I NOT say I love Miss Shari because Miss Shari NOT give me ANY HUGS!! (giant pout). 

And ... with that we stopped because really she had caught on to the game and was NOT going to be bullied into coming up with any kind of list :). Maybe next year. 

But truthfully, my big kids' list inspired me. It made me pause to reflect on those relationships that really make my life tick. The ones I simply couldn't see myself carrying on without ... Some are given, I'm sure, but all of it is worth listing by way of reflection. So, for my part this Thanksgiving, here is my list: 

Kristi Joy 

  1. God -  I know that my depraved existence is only tolerable because of the strength and hope He provides. I am beyond thankful for His active presence in my life. 
  2. Steve - I'm fortunate enough to live with my best friend. Someone who keeps me constantly entertained, who isn't afraid to challenge me (despite how nasty I can get when angry), who supports me in my crazy head strong endeavors and who works so hard to take care of all of us (even though I don't think I need to be cared for very often!!! He knows I do and persists anyway) 
  3. My Parents - They live just 1.5 short miles away and this has been SUCH a blessing. They make an extra effort to take the kids whenever possible. They spoil them and play with them and just generally "do life" with them by their side and that gives me a few extra moments to breathe. This is such an incredible blessing
  4. My In-laws - They live just about 2.5 (+/-) short miles the OTHER direction and that is an equal blessing. They are never afraid to roll up their sleeves and take on a house project (my beautiful "mud closet" being just one of many instances), they come over on a moment's notice to help if I need a hand, and they are so supportive of our decision to use Christian education for our children. They are an amazing gift to me.
  5. My "girlfriends" - Growing up I had very few friends that were girls. I seemed to find my way into a crowd of boys much faster than a posse of females. But today I find myself surrounded by women who are mothers of young children, who "get" how life can be. They are balancing their children's delicate souls; they are managing homes and they are balancing personal lives while some even juggle work outside the home. They have taught me the sincere value of community - of involving ourselves in each other's lives in a real way. In true conversation about exhaustion, about mess, and fat/calories, and about how all of us really, at our core, are just trying to do the best we can ... And these women support me. They love on my children when I don't. They are there for me when two hands and two feet just don't seem to be enough. They've seen the chunks (yes chunks) of food on the floor, watched their children run through it ... and looked the other way because really, it just doesn't matter that much. 
  6. My co-workers - Over two years ago, I never dreamed I'd say this, but I work with the most amazing TEAM of people. We are all so different - and yet we've found a way to function and to function well. I know that I can trust their hearts - their passions and their minds. And I hope they've learned to trust mine too ... 
  7. The ZCS staff - I started by writing just to my children's teachers but truly, its more than that ... its the sweet and caring man who holds the door, while supervising the parking lot each and EVERY morning (and who always offers a witty retort or a gentle word of kindness, whatever appears to be warranted that day), its the fact that each time the kids and I pour our incredibly chaotic selves into the front office we find a friendly face - someone who not only helps us and hears us, but makes us feel as though they do have the time for children today. Its the program directors (preschool, immersion, extended day care and all of the others in between) who make decisions, behind the scenes, that directly impact the care and experience my children receive each day. We are so thankful for you
  8. The Maranatha nursery and preschool staff - You are still such an active part of our children's lives ... you probably don't know just how much, but the songs you've taught them ring through the van multiple times each week (yes, they still remember the motions). Their enthusiasm for what you taught is so great that I carry around multiple families of children who now know the motions, the songs and the verses because of how often my children insist on sharing what they have learned. It makes me tear up each time I hear tiny little voices sing, "Speak life, speak life to the deadest darkest night." You've given us clear talking points for moments when they use unkind words. We have a springboard for conversation when people are unkind to them. And the relationships you built this summer have not gone unnoticed. They are treasured deeply, even though they haven't seen you in 9+ weeks (basically an eternity in the life of a 4.5 and 6 year old). 
  9. My children - the little lives that are the center of mine. The way they challenge me each day - is astounding. Their intelligent questions force me to analyze my own life - do I follow what I'm teaching you? Their trusting spirits makes me reconsider my own judgmental attitude - do I give second chances? Their love and zest for life helps me to see the beauty in things as I look at it for their perspective - do I take time to appreciate all that the Lord created? In short they are the greatest challenge, and the most incredible gift - each and every day. 
  10.  Ms. Shari - I can't NOT put her on this list, though I know she'd balk about being called out from among the list of "girlfriends" but the Lord provided a woman who loves my children, who cherishes her time with them - and who always convinces me when I arrive at pick up that it truly was "a great day." My children have spent so many countless hours with her in the past 2 years that I simply can't imagine existing without her. I know that my ability and opportunity to contribute to add.a.lingua is largely in part because my children are so passionately cared for, taught and loved by this gift of a woman.
  11. Many, many, many other friends, family and relatives who speak into our lives and support us with prayer and words of affirmation. 

If you're still with me at this point, kudos to you. It was a bit of a diary-type entry, but sometimes thats just what the blog needs to be ... holding the thoughts, the blessings, the silent prayers I've stored up in my heart ... 

And without even addressing the material gifts that we have been given this year, I can honestly look at this full list of gifts and say that my heart is bursting at the seams. 

Thank you, Lord. 

Happy Thanksgiving friends.

The Van Dyks  


Language Immersion Snippets: Kayleigh, 6

by Kristi Van Dyk


One of the primary reasons I am reviving my blog is that I need a place to document this incredible (we think its incredible anyway) journey that my children are making. I know that some day, when Kayleigh is a surgeon living overseas or when Benjamin is selling high end racing products (we've decided his disposition would be great for sales) on an international market, or when Madeleine is publicly debating international healthcare legislation, in her second language, that we should probably have a place to point to ... to say, this ... this must have been where their dream began. 

I doubt that when moments come up I'll be journaling long stories, or unpacking the moment too deeply - but I desperately need a place to record their successes. 

Yesterday, as you can see by the title, we had one of those moments with Kayleigh. 

A little background - 
This week Kayleigh's class embarked on the L2 Only timeline. This is what we call, in our office, the intense focus on eliminating the English language from student vocabulary (while in the classroom). Up until this point, students were encouraged to produce Chinese as often as possible - but they were allowed to use English when speaking to each other and sometimes to the teacher.  After this point in the year, the communication in the classroom changes ENTIRELY to the target language (in Kayleigh's case, Chinese). English is never considered "bad," but the kids help check each other - support each other - make sure that everyone is communicating (even those little whispers) only in Mandarin. 

It's exhausting for kids.
They work really, really hard to make it happen. 
And they GROW! Their language grows leaps and bounds because they are forced to use it. 

Kayleigh has been telling us stories - that she's able to keep up, that she's producing just fine - but she doesn't love producing at home. We respect that and don't push. However, I stepped into her classroom just yesterday - to make sure her teacher knew about our Friday plans (that Kayleigh was going home with a friend). 

I asked her simply if she told Lao Shi about the plans for tomorrow - to go to Lily's. She said, "oops, no..." Now, since its after school, I fully expected her to snap back to English and do it the "quick way." But as she turned back into that classroom a switch went off ... She walked right up to her teacher, without hesitation, and used entirely Mandarin to describe her plans for the next day. 

My jaw hit the floor. 
My baby can communicate - tell a story - convey information - in an interpersonal communication setting - in one of the most difficult languages in the world. 
I was blown away. 

With that, Kayleigh hugged my legs and skipped off happily to after-care because she really really wanted to go sledding with her friends. 

I had the opportunity, just a few moments later, to ask her teacher ... was that correct? Did she convey it properly? "Well, she missed one word, she said "yesterday" instead of "tomorrow" but yes, I knew exactly what she was saying. And yesterday and tomorrow are really difficult concepts in Chinese." 

I am so speechless each time I encounter this process. I tell people it will happen; I help sell schools on the program model as a whole. But watching it happen, seeing it happen to my children and the other precious jewels that surround our life, never-ever gets old.

Thank you, Lord, for this opportunity .... 


Kayleigh Elaine turns 6

by Kristi Van Dyk


When we were thinking of names for our baby my high school English teacher's words rang in my ears. "Your parents named you for a purpose. Your name has meaning. Find out what it is and be prepared to explain how you've lived in to that name." (that's a paraphrase, but it was something like that).

I wanted my children to have a meaningful name - a reason for which they were quite familiar - as to why we called them what we did. Our firstborn, our Kayleigh Elaine is our "pure light." She was named so because, if she was a girl, we hoped she'd remain pure and focused - intent on her Lord - not letting the distractions of this sinful world cloud her heart, her mind or her body. We also prayed that, should Steve's Grandma's cancer continue on its difficult trajectory, our little girl could serve as a light in the dark times ahead. It was an added bonus that Steve's Grandma's middle name was Elaine - but she preferred it to her first, so most people knew her just as Elaine. Her life was a light to many people - her love for literature and children was a beacon - and we prayed all of those things would be qualities our baby daughter could one day embody. 

On the eve of her sixth birthday, I'm reflecting on the ways that Kayleigh has lived into that name, even at six. 

  • Like her late Great Grandma Kayleigh has a love of books. She has a voracious appetite for reading. She's read several Beverly Cleary chapter books independently, she is almost through Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone as a read aloud, and she just sat on the couch this afternoon and read three books to me in Mandarin Chinese. She simply can't get enough ... I think that would make her Great Grandma quite proud. 
  • In the typical sense of the word Kayleigh is a purist. She lives in black and white. She loves clear cut boundaries. She enforces concrete guidelines and takes great satisfaction in checking off a list in its entirety. I don't know that that was the intent our intent for her in the "pure" definition, but she surely lives in to that. 
  • We have heard from many people that Kayleigh is a joy to have around. She cares for people, she looks after others and has a heart for those who need a boost.
  • Kayleigh understands her faith. She loves her Lord, and she loves finding ways to speak God's truth into her own life - and the lives of others. She faithfully reads her Bible each night and meticulously completes her devotion questions. She memorizes scripture and loves singing the truths of God in lyrics and music. Her understanding is far beyond the typical 6 year old (at least we think so) and we pray that God uses this for His glory. 

We pray that Kayleigh continues to grow to be an incredible light for Jesus, and we can't wait to see what her future brings. 


This year's birthday events:

  • American Girl Place with Nana and Mommy for her first AG doll, lunch at the café, the books and dress. Mommy and Daddy chipped in for an additional outfit (early Christmas). We took the train, did lunch, walked around Chicago and took the train back. It was an amazing day
  • Friday night family party missing Auntie Sarah, Auntie Alaina, Uncle Dan, Ryan and Beckam. But, enjoying Kate, Nana, Pa, Daddy, Mommy, Benny, Maddie, Grandma V, Grandpa V, Great Grandpa, Auntie Maria, Uncle Dan, and Everett. 
  • We tried Second Floor Bakery for the cake this time and it was a smashing success - we will back to them for future birthdays. 

This year's birthday questions: 

  1. How old are you? Six 
  2. Who is your best friend? Kate Witte
  3. What is your favorite thing to do? To do crafts
  4. What is your favorite color? Purple
  5. What is your favorite food? Pizza or tacos
  6. What do you like to do with your family? Play outside, go to Maranatha/Slayton Lake
  7. What is your favorite toy? Isabelle
  8. What do you want to be when you grow up? A doctor
  9. What makes you happy? Family, friends, reading
  10. What makes you sad? Anger, someone getting made, making mistakes
  11. What is your favorite show to watch? Care Bears
  12. What is your favorite book? Harry Potter
  13. What do you love to learn about? Chinese!!!
  14. What was the best part of your birthday? Going to the American Girl Place in Chicago
  15. Where do you like to go? To school, to Owen and Kennedy's house, to church
  16. Who is your teacher? Zhang Lao Shi
  17. What is your favorite treat? Chocolate - anything chocolate, and hot cocoa
  18. What do you think about before you fall asleep? Usually the next day and whats coming up.
  19. If you could meet someone famous who would it be? Carrie Underwood
  20. What was your favorite birthday present? Isabelle





May I pray for you?

by Kristi Van Dyk


About a week ago, I was packing for our annual trip to Mackinac. This trip typically stresses me out due to: the weather, the logistics, the schedule, the tight quarters, lots of things. It almost always ends up being way less stressful than I expect it to be, but nevertheless the preparations are formidable and always produce anxiety. In addition to that, I had a larger-ish project looming at work, so my pre-Mackinac week was fairly inundated. 

Fast forward to Friday morning, about two hours before we have planned to hit the road. I have my lists, a delicate packing order, the final dishwasher load set and timed, and all of the food and snacks planned and packed. The kids are hyper beyond all get out and my sweet husband shouts as the door slams, "See you in about an hour."

SAY WHAT??!!!!! 

Somehow I had totally missed (despite him mentioning it multiple times) that he had scheduled a filling on Friday morning, an hour before we were supposed to leave. It wasn't on our shared calendar, and I flew into a stressed induced, silent fury. (I hope my readers can relate to that type, the one where you know that later this won't be a big deal but right now it just makes you so angry you want to break something?) I took on the added challenges of loading the van while keeping the kids calm with great courage and poise. This lasted 15 minutes. At minute 16, after tripping over the cat, running into the toddler (who was following way too closely) and watching the older two not even glance up from their iPods, I lost it. 

I'm not sure what I yelled or to whom I yelled it. I don't believe I cursed at anyone, but my outburst had an impact. All three children stood in gaping, stunned silence. The big two clicked off their iPods, silently grabbed bags way too large for them and helped Madeleine and I load the van in utter silence. 

Despite the fact that I'd longed for some peace all morning, that silence was deafening. 

It wasn't the silence of obedience.
It wasn't the silence of peace.
It was the silence of fear, a fear I had created. 

After the van was loaded (almost 20 minutes AHEAD of schedule), I stopped moving; I pulled my solemn children onto my lap. I made them all look at me with their giant blue eyes. "I messed up guys. I'm so sorry. It isn't your fault that I feel stressed and frustrated, that I'm worried and angry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I shouldn't have asked for help the way I did. It was wrong. Can you forgive me?" The kind hearted chorus of hugs and yes's, the big blue eyes filled with compassion still bring tears to my eyes). It's not unusual for me to have these "I need forgiveness" moments with them, but this time I didn't stop there. The Spirit was prodding me, leading me to try the next step. "Kayl, Benj, Mae, would one of you pray for Mommy? I'm really feeling very angry, very frustrated, and I need some help. I know God will help me, but I need to ask Him. Could you pray for me?" 

And they did.
Even the small fry. 
Their sweet little prayers rang in my ears during the drive, throughout the weekend, and still today ... 

What a powerful lesson I learned - not that I blew up and needed forgiveness (I do that all the time), but by being transparent about my prayer life. I walked away from that Friday morning with a mental note to pray more about my needs with the kids - and to share more of my personal struggles (when appropriate) with them. 


As God usually does, He took another opportunity to hammer the lesson home (just in case I missed it the first time). Yesterday I was going 100 miles an hour. I had a whacky Wednesday with a few extra responsibilities and then a tight turn around between school pick up, dinner making and teaching at Wednesday club. I got halfway through br-inner and realized we were out of eggs. I threw the kids, shoe-less, into the car, with me in my grubby sweats and sped over to Mom's to grab a few. On the way, we nearly got rear-ended, stuck behind a mail truck and honked at for proceeding with caution when passing the aforementioned truck. At the angry driver, I lost it. I yelled, "Seriously, can I catch a break??!!! ... UGH"

And from the back seat my treasured son's voice piped in, "Mom, are you feeling stressed? May I pray for you?" ... 

What a disarming phrase that is... 
Even more disarming coming from a child's innocent voice. 
No patronizing tones, no judgment, just sincerity.

"Yes, Benj, please pray." 
"Dear Jesus,
My mommy is very busy and very frustrated. She is having a hard time having her best attitude. Can you help her to feel in control and to be loving even if she doesn't feel like it? Thank you, Jesus, for my mommy and for how she loves me. Amen." 

And with that, I could burn the pancakes and the bacon (which I did), be late for church (which I wasn't), and even be delinquent with all of my household chores (which I DEFINITELY was) and still feel "okay" ... My son had demonstrated that he understands a concept far more important than a tidy home, more important than a gourmet (who are we kidding, edible) meal with proper nutrition, and definitely more important than looking and presenting yourself in a fashionable manner. Benj demonstrated a clear understanding that prayer.changes.things. That prayer to the Almighty God can bring calm in the midst of a storm, it can bring peace to a restless, aching heart, and that talking to God is something we can do all the time, any time, about anything.

Amen, and thank you, Jesus for your work in both of our hearts this week. 


Angels Brought Me Here

by Kristi Van Dyk


Truth: Each child has a hymn that I sang to him/her each night of his/her tiny young life. 
Truth: Each child also has a favorite Carrie Underwood song (not of any faith orientation, necessarily) that I sang at naptime to each as they were tiny. 
Truth: Each child LOVES hearing those songs, on repeat, whenever we drive places. "Mom, play MY song and then Benj's and then Mae Mae's." 
Truth: Each song has the power to move me to blubbery tears as I remember those sweet precious moments, snuggling my not-so-tiny babies in their nursery. 

Tonight, however, was an experience I hadn't yet had. Tonight, as I helped M out of the tub after her bath, she allowed me to wrap her in a well-worn baby towel that is just barely able to still encircle her protruding tummy. She looked at me and said, "Carry me" with a smug little smirk. We both know this means she wants a little snuggle time before she gets her jammies on. Without hesitation, I whisked her into a cradle position, her legs far too long for this to be comfortable, and I cherished the moment as she nestled into that familiar place in my arms - the one that reminds me of her 9 lb. 2 oz body.

We sat in the rocker, in the darkness of her room, surveying the space I'd created by giving away her crib. As we gently rocked back and forth, I waited for her to ask, because she always does, for me to sing "Angels." I was startled from my daydream, not by her question, but by this heartbreakingly tiny little voice singing to ME some of my very favorite lyrics: 

Theres nothing like that feeling when I look into your eyes (complete with tiny chubby fingers pointing to her eyes)
my dreams came true when I found, I found you 
my miracle
If you could see what I see, that you're the answer to my prayers
and if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know
it would be clear
that angels brought me here ....
(giggles and grins, obviously quite proud of herself)

I let her sing to me ... mostly in a monotone, but with all the emotion a tiny girl can convey. I cherished the privilege that it is to hear her sweet tiny voice - a voice she shares only when she's deeply comfortable. And I just thanked God for the truth in those lyrics ... Angels did bring you, my mae mae. If only you really did KNOW the tenderness I feel for you. The deep desire I have to protect you from harsh words, from unfair situations, from people who would hurt you just because they could ... And the absolutely irrational desire I have for these moments with you to never end. 

Yes, tiny peanut, final child who I carried in my womb .... Angels brought you to us. And your incredible siblings as well ... 

Today, I needed this reminder. Because this moment came at the end of an emotional week - and a weekend filled with adventures. This Mommy was ready for her glass of vino and that treasured stillness before the fire in the living room.

Thank you, God, for the voice of sweet Madeleine that reminded me today what a quickly fleeting gift my parenting journey is. Even now its easy to see how much less they need me - and how much more they prefer to be busy with friends. It won't be long now before the treasured stillness becomes "all too quiet" and the long days of temper tantrums, too short naps, and slobbery faces are a distant memory. 

Thank you God, for these gifts ... 


Incidentally - the songs are listed below. I'm curious to know, readers, what songs seem to be the soundtrack to your baby's bedtime moments?

K: In Christ Alone, All-American Girl (I know, its up-tempo, but I was jazzed that my surprise was a girl!) 
B: How Great Thou Art, There's a Place for Us
M: It is Well, Angels Brought me Here 


When School is Preparation for Ministry

by Kristi Van Dyk


10 years ago, when Steve and I were dating, we had numerous conversations on the topic of children - future children. We agreed in many areas without debate - similar in number, indifference to gender (not that we had any control over that, but you know ...), parenting styles and discipline all seemed to line up smoothly. We differed strongly in the areas of private vs public education - but we never discussed our preferred "language of instruction." 

Our family's journey since entering an early total one-way dual language immersion program has been life altering. Our children embrace cultural differences and explore with curiosity languages of many kinds. Thus far their English literacy is on schedule (or even accelerated), and we are able to give them the gift of bi-lingualism, which we are confident will enrich their lives from this moment forward. Each opportunity we have to interact with their developing bi-lingual friends, and to observe the effortless way they sweep in and out of their L2's, (and sometimes L3's),  validates our decision to take this "leap of faith."  

Furthermore, I can NOT help but let the tears fall afresh each time I think about the messages they will be able to communicate to the world at large. Their Christ centered education prepares them (not just in word but in deed) that the Love of Jesus knows no cultural barriers, it isn't halted by language differences, and it crosses the boundaries of vast oceans. What better way to express genuine love than by dedicating your education to the study of (not only traditional academic content but) a language outside of the one which is most comfortable.  

I can't wait to see how the Lord leads these children to unique opportunities - that alter misconceptions, break down stereotypes and help reach His loving arms across borders. I'm confident that in the process, my children will learn lessons I could never teach; they will experience worlds I will never understand, and they'll relate to a people group that is loved and cherished by the same God they grew up loving. I'm sure tonight's experiences at a Chinese restaurant - testing their ability to speak to native speakers (and to experience new foods)- are just the tip of a beautiful iceberg. 

I feel truly fortunate because this education is beyond any I could have dreamed

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A Blog Revival: Community

by Kristi Van Dyk


I'll start my return to blogging off with a bang

True Confession: I despise asking for help. 

There. I said it. 

It's not that I have a problem admitting failure; I actually make so many mistakes on a daily basis that it'd be silly to try and hide it. I think my real issue is that I take pride in being able to "pick myself up by my boot straps" and carry on, despite all obstacles. 

Truthfully, though, just because I may be able to carry on alone doesn't mean I should. 

I think that phrase bears repeating. Just because I may be able to carry on alone, doesn't mean I should

Throughout the course of my 5 years, 11 months, and 2 days of motherhood, I have had many trusted friends who gave me old adages that I never truly took to heart.
"Life was meant to be lived in community."
"It takes a village to raise a child." 
"We were created to live in community."

... on and on it went. 

These were always delivered with an offer to take our kids, let them cook us a meal, or give us a chance to "get away" for a night ... I stubbornly refused most often. 

I was determined to find a way to do it myself - transport each child to each event. Take every kid along to each trip. When it came to an unavoidable situation, I'd feel supremely guilty as I passed my children off to another mother, grandma/nana, or friend in order to make an appointment by myself or with just one of the other kids. 

What these past 18 months in Zeeland have taught me is that there is incredible joy in helping others. AND there is incredible freedom in allowing others to help you. Each exchange of assistance gives the participating parties (both the giver and receiver) an opportunity to see and sense the vulnerability and humanness of another mother/friend. It gives each of us a chance to demonstrate that we are not perfect. The requesting mother, by virtue of needing help, is forced to admit a sense of vulnerability. The responding mother, depending on the status of her life and littles may be opening up her world as well. The surprise visit may not give her enough time to spotlessly clean the floor (or even to change out of sweats). It may not give her a chance to prepare a gourmet meal for extra children - and hot dogs or mac n cheese it will be ... In either case, real life - real vulnerability is happening when children and lives intersect in this way. 

I'm convinced that the more moments like these (lets call them moments of vulnerability) that pass between two pairs of mothers, the more likely those moms are to see life through each other's eyes. We glimpse just how hard it is to be a working mom, how hard it is to be a stay-at-home mom, how hard it is to balance fitness, health, spiritual depth, money, social politics, personal fashion, and home cleanliness (my personal nemesis) all in the context of a life that just never stops throwing the curve. And its these moments that turn into days, that turn into weeks and months and years ... and before you know it, you've lived life together ... helping each other - in the most real, authentic way possible. By simply being there ... 


As I'm learning, in this wonderful new community, how to ask for help - how to open up - and how to participate more honestly in these moments of vulnerability, I'm seeing and sensing what those wise and trusted friends told me oh so long ago ...

I AM created to live in community

~ Thanks to all of those who have reached out to us in the last 18 months, who have watched our kids, made us meals, transported little ones, been there in last minute times of "oh shoot, I forgot _______," and for the few of you who saw the conflicts/problems coming long before I realized it would be an issue and solved the conflict for me. Thank you for teaching me how truly freeing it is let others in ... really in ...  

 


Lessons from my Littles

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There's no point in masking it - anyone who knows me well can see it: we're stressed.I've been commuting to work 2 days a week for 4 months WITH the kids in tow; Steve has been commuting for almost 1 month now, daily. We've been freshening up our house for sale - amidst the busy lives of 3 precious ones, WHILE we're both learning these new jobs. Emotionally, I'm spent. I don't like goodbyes - and there is a big one pending. At the same time, there are plenty of hellos to say when we do finally sell/buy and move it all. I can see that it's taking its toll on the kids too. They're tired - they miss more naps because our schedule is crazy (our schedule is usually crazy but this is a monster all its own).  I do things like have them skip Weds night church (and miss my Bible study) because the kids are simply too exhausted to function. We even had a skip school day because I'm sure Kayleigh would have been too much trouble for the Maestras at school.

But, if I really take time to reflect ... even if its just a few minutes while waiting in a traffic jam on 131 ... there are some incredible lessons in this time of our life.

Each child is a gift for just this moment in time I love our babies. I believe they are a treasure, specifically gifted to Steve and I, from our gracious Lord. But what astounds me is that it seems all three of them were made for me - in this moment - in this time of life ... specifically as they are.

a. Kayleigh Elaine - My first born is head strong, and in my negativity sometimes, I can see her as "difficult." But that head strong, independent nature, with a keen mind for details, saves me more often than I'd like to admit. Just yesterday, I was in a whirlwind getting everyone out of the house - trying to keep it tidy in case we got a showing while everyone was in Holland. I'm dressing the baby, finishing the systematic packing of the van, calling over my shoulder for the only kid who can dress herself to please hurry up ... and there I see her ... standing on the tile: boots dripping water all over, coat zipper stuck, hat on the top of her head, backpack sliding down her shoulders, barely able to walk...as she carries my leather laptop bag. "Mommy, you can't forget this! How would you work?" Or the other morning as I'm scrambling to get the little kids to the babysitter so that I can help at Pre-School - We're loaded down with diaper bags, pull ups for the potty training son, a cooler for the school snack, snacks for the little ones and a fully dressed for school Kayleigh. I'm about to slam the door closed to block IN the escaping cat when a tiny voice says, "Mom, don't you need your keys???" (as she points to them -  still on the counter - narrowly avoiding a locked out of the house disaster).

My headstrong, independent child, who sometimes tests my patience  is the one who saves me from yet another disaster of my own making.

What a gift from God!

b. Benjamin Steven - My middle man is in the depths of "two year old tantrums" and all that that implies. He's resisting potty training (not surprising considering our lifestyle right now), but he is making progress. He struggles to get along with other little boys - and often instigates some knock down drag out nasty fights with his big sister. BUT more often than not, even when I'm really frustrated or stressed - this little man can fix it. He has one liners that make you laugh out loud and he has a keen sense of just when Mommy needs cheering up.

Last night as I pulled onto the freeway for our return trip home he says, "Aww man, the freeway again? I wanted to take the back roads!" Or the other night, as we sat down for dinner - without Daddy, yet - he looks at my tired eyes (as I balance the baby and try to eat pasta while its warm), "Momma, thank you for my dinner! And thank you for my milk. And thank you for my toys. And thank you for my hugs!!! I love you, Momma!"

So little middle man might be super emotional - causing big fits of anger, but that passion creates a tenderness and sensitivity that gives me the boost I need to survive another day! 

What a gift from God!

c. Madeleine Mae - Sweet baby Maddie - who God blessed with a gentle, quiet spirit. I'm not exaggerating when I say she cries, truly gets upset, MAYBE one time per day. There are times when I'll check on her to find her simply laying peacefully, wide awake, in her crib - happily looking about. Not a sound came from the monitor for an hour or so - so who knows how long she sat alone and simply took it all in ... Maddie is beginning to form happy squeals and carry on "conversations." But, she's shy about it - always preferring to have her Mommy to herself before speaking. So, in the early hours of the morning when I'm awake to work - she's next to me, chatting happily - just to remind me that someone is there.

Maddie's contented nature makes our life right now possible. Some days we have to eat lunch at 10:30 or 11:00 a.m., and we don't get home until after 3. She happily takes whatever she's given and waits until we have a chance for feeding again. There are days when the roads are nasty and we don't get home from Zeeland until 6:45 or 7:00 ... Although that's typically prep for bed time, she waits as patiently as possible (Sometimes she shouts at me a bit... but considering her situation its amazingly calm). I know she's just a baby and isn't consciously teaching me anything, but what peace and trust her disposition shows. "I know you'll get to me Mom. We'll get our time. I trust you, and I'm okay with that." What if I had that attitude ... that attitude about selling our house - about ending this commute - about living our life in haphazard fashion. "You know my needs, God. I'm sure you have a plan. I trust you, and I'm okay with that."

What a gift from God. 

If you're still with me, thanks for "listening" as I journal these precious thoughts. Its important to me when I look back on this time in our life - that I trace through the beauty in the simple things and remember the lessons. I don't want to look back and remember that I was simply stressed out and exhausted and overwhelmed - because there's so much more to it than that.


Lessons on the Move

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It's been months since a blogged. My baby was a newborn the last time I sat down to think life through. She's sitting here now, desperately trying to roll over - plump, happy, and a fantastic sleeper - curious about EVERYTHING that moves around her. She's 5 months! Our big boy is on a potty training mission and our firstborn is rapidly becoming a young child with an identity all her own. To say life is moving quickly is an understatement. I think hyper speed is more accurate. With our impending move - and all of the changes that our little ones (and Steve and I too) have experienced and will experience, I'm learning so many lessons. God has been faithful (in ways I never would have guessed) and its an adventure (albeit stressful and scary for me each morning) to see just how He's going to provide.

It's no secret that I'm a planner by nature. I like control. I like order. I like to manage craziness. (In fact, I'm pretty positive that's what got me the current job I have outside of our home) So, the fact that each morning this week I've risen early, started my coffee, and THEN pondered how "everything" was going to fit into my allotted waking hours, is something rare for me. It's even more rare that, after thinking, I come to the realization that its never going to fit. No matter how many ways I twist it, the naps I re-arrange, the errands I push off ... it isn't going to work.

So, I'm forced to begin each day - with eager expectation ... waiting on the Lord ... seeing just what He is going to put in my path that makes it all work out. A week ago it was a family friend who took my kids for the morning (all three of them) so I could pack, clean, run, shower, work, anything I wanted without balancing the babes. Over the weekend, it was Steve's parents who came to touch up the paint, do window work, clean the basement, and give us general manpower that we desperately needed. On Monday, our sweet neighbors (and former student) shoveled my driveway and the sidewalk because he knew I was husbandless for the night and wouldn't get to it. Yesterday at work, it was friends who listened, truly listened, to what was plaguing me - and offered sincere help. Yesterday, our school connections gave us wonderfully clean carpets - on less than 12 hours notice - and it makes all the difference in the world in here! And last night, it was Kayleigh's pre-school teacher who gave me a ride home because I got dropped off at school with no vehicle. This weekend, Steve's sister is going to play with the big kids so I can continue packing - and his parents will bring their trailer to help us haul more than a vanload up to storage.

It's a very difficult adventure for me - I don't like relying on other people. I don't enjoy "flying by the seat of my pants" and lots of this feels that way to the planner in me. BUT I truly know that I'm learning valuable lessons about who controls my life - my day to day - and about how to live in community. I can't count the number of people who have been a blessing to us through this process - and I'm sure there are more to be brought to light yet. But, I'm thankful for the powerful way that God is teaching me to rely completely on Him, each morning, - and to humbly ask for help when I need it.

Sigh ... God IS good.

Now, off to see how we manage Pre-K, ballet, basketball buddies and gymnastics with 3 kids, 1 (tired) mom, and 1 car!


Life with the VanDyks, Lately

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Well, since mid-July life has sped up for the VanDyk family. Our happy little clan now contains 3 beautiful children (well, we think they're beautiful, anyway) and two semi-sane, on the go adults. And although our home looks like it's been through a tornado (or two), and it probably will look that way for the forseeable future, I find myself happily humming as I go through each day. I am almost always talking to myself repeating the words, "I am truly blessed." Is it always rainbows, sunshine, and sweet smelling roses? Hardly ever. BUT, can I see God's blessings each time I turn around? Absolutely (even though there's usually at least one small person who is quite upset with me), there is no shortage of hugs, love, and moments I need to treasure forever. Since time is of a premium, and I really do rely on this blog to help me recall some of the most precious details of my children's baby-hood, I'd like to do a quick "Top 5 recap" of each child "lately."

Kayleigh Elaine 1. This summer's greatest find was Ballet Arts. Kayleigh adores Miss Holland, LOVES taking ballet, and can't wait to watch the big girls who are en pointe. 2. She had such a blast at Maranatha's Children's Program this summer. The chances to "perform" in the tabernacle are repeatedly emphasized at dinner. I truly think she's a different child than when she began the summer. She's so independent, very confident, and not really a bit the "shy" little girl she was last fall. 3. Due to some scheduling circumstances (see Mommy's update at the end of the blog), we made a snap decision to switch Kayleigh to pre-school 3 days a week. She's still in Spanish Immersion at Kalamazoo Christian, and she would have had her treasured teachers (Maestra Winegar and Maestra Gonzales) either way, but the MWF afternoon class fit our schedule the best. I was a little nervous because she's still only 3, and young for this, BUT after just one week, I knew we made the right decision. As we often find with our firstborn, she pushes us to let go, we resist her (thinking she isn't ready) and when we finally give in, she proves to us just how ready she really was. School COULD NOT be going better. 4. Kayleigh, by virture of being in pre-school now, is enrolled in Gopher Buddies on Wednesday nights at our church (Calvary Bible). She has memory verses to learn, stories and projects that she regularly tells us about, and acts of service to complete. I LOVE watching her grow with this program. Nothing makes my heart sing like hearing her say, "Mom? Can you help me with my devotions now?" Or, at breakfast when I ask her to practice her memory verse and she rattles it off (reference and all) at lightning speed. What a blessing to see her growing in the Lord. 5. With all of these school, dance, and church activities, our little princess does get a little tired out. BUT amidst it all her best friend is still her little brother and sister. She dotes on Madeleine's every whim and wish. She plays incessantly with Benjamin, teaching him how to pretend, engaging in his pretend play ideas, and developing inside jokes and little secrets with her first best bud. ... It steals my heart each time I have to interrupt their very independent play (up to 1-2 hours at a time now) to check on them.

Benjamin Steven 1. HELLO LITTLE FIRECRACKER. This little man took the summer to bud from a sweet little toddler boy to a very active, energetic spitfire of a little man. His brain and heart are working 10x faster than his little body and it shows. The BIGGEST change in our boy came about the same time his little sister was born. HE LOVES TO RUN! The kid DOES NOT stop moving, hitting, throwing, jumping, punching, jabbing, slamming into things, crashing, etc. It's not mean spirited, in fact he almost always offers to kiss/hug/apologize for anything he accidentally injures (including the cat). He is just ALL-BOY. 2. Along with Benjamin's "All-boy" energy has come his inseparability from his Daddy. He used to be Mommy's little shadow, always wanting snuggles with me, extra kisses and hugs, and sending his father packing if he tried to interrupt. BUT, with the change over in his energy levels came this enormous attachment to his Dad. If he's feeling especially overwhelmed by the women in his life he will simply request "Man Time." That's Dad's cue to take him to the car wash, grocery store, out to grab a coffee for Mom, even to work ... ANYWHERE to get him out of the world of "women" and into the "wild." At almost each turn, he insists on wearing his Tow-Mater hat because when Daddy goes out, relaxed, he wears a hat. Benjamin saw fit to copy ... 3. Kids Gym ... Benjamin started gymnastics class. This was a spur of the moment thing, largely in response to his limitless energy (along with the fact that he's not allowed to sign up for ballet at BAE, and the other ballet option didn't work with our schedules).  HE ADORES IT. He can run, jump, be rough, tumble and it's all completely acceptable. The videos Daddy sent of their first class together were to DIE for. I can't wait for my turn to chaperone. 4. Potty Training  - This little man is SO READY. He asks to go poopy; he wants to be a big boy (largely so he can go to school with Kayleigh), but Mommy is struggling to find the time with Maddie being so little. So, potty training is on hold, but just know this little man has his big boy underpants ready (and often wears them over the top of his jammies just for fun). He is waiting to make the transition as soon as his momma makes the time to teach him (probably AFTER our insane October). 5. Sunday Classes - Benner adores church class, really, any class that makes him feel bigger and older like his sister. He just wants to grow up far too fast. At Calvary, when children turn 2 they start actual circle time, crafts and singing. Ben fairly danced his way into the "big boy class," and each time we pass church from the road (something like 10-12 times a week) he shouts, "CHURCH CHURCH CHURCH!!! I go to my CLASS!" He can usually remember parts of the story. Last night he told me (after Weds night class), "God said Make a BIG BIG BIG BOAT! (like grandpa's) and put in the animals." I asked him why they had to make a boat. "Cuz it's gonna be REALLY REALLY REALLY WET!!" I told him that was great and decided to press my luck. "Who built the boat, buddy?" He paused, thinking, "God DID!" I didn't correct him because, despite the fact that Noah put in the labor, God did build that boat! Again, such a blessing to see my children taking in truth.

Madeleine Mae Our precious gift from God, Miss Maddie, entered this world on her due date. I started labor naturally and very quickly, and was well on my way to my shortest labor ever ... when everything halted. I froze, dilated at 9 cm for over 5 hours. I never made it past that dilation, and Maddie was born via C Section. This was not my ideal delivery; it wasn't what I'd been waiting (not so patiently) to do. BUT, nevertheless, God was present. He gifted us this gorgeous girl, for whom we truthfully did pray. And she is one of the most fantastic gifts He could ever have given our family.

Each child is a unique treasure, and unpacking who they are as people is part of the fun of parenting. Madeleine is her own baby, and she proves that to me every day. She has no schedule, no timetable. She sleeps when she wants to, eats when she feels like (however much she feels like it), requires constant diaper changes, but rarely cries. She is not demanding of certain positions to be held in, she doesn't require me over Daddy or vice versa. She tolerates being packed into the car to run countless errands NUMEROUS times per day. She's been to several teacher observations, 3 weeks of pre-school drop offs, 3 ballet classes, sat through services at church, and every time we come away with her, we chuckle to ourselves. "She's just the quietest baby you could ever imagine."

Maddie is a peanut and still is in 0-3 month clothing, 3 months if I put her in cloth diapers. She sleeps 12-15 hours per night, with one feeding (usually at the 8-9 hour mark). She takes naps after each feeding and sometimes plays, a little, if we aren't in the car. She smiles for Mommy, Daddy, and Kayleigh. She's flashed her smile at babysitters too.

We couldn't be more proud of this beautiful treasure from the Lord, and we can't wait to watch her grow to love her brother and sister (who already protect and adore her, respectively).

Kristi Joy This coming month I start a new job, a work away from home job. I COULD NOT be more excited about the job itself. It is/was not my ideal timing. When we got pregnant with Madeleine I did not anticipate going back to work so soon (eventually, when the kids were all in school, yes, but not really before). BUT God has placed before me a very unique and exciting opportunity. AND, as is His way, He has provided childcare options that make me very comfortable (as comfortable as a mom can be when she's a control freak). I will start work on October 16th and work full days, 2 days a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays the kids will join their new childcare friends (all in-home care, some including Grandma Van Dyk). I'm confident that God fore-saw this option for us and gifted our precious, go with the flow Madeleine to ease this transition.

Nevertheless BIG changes are on the way for this little family.

Amidst it all, we look forward to Fall (Kayleigh has been begging to pick apples, pumpkins, and go trick or treating since about July) and all that that brings in our house. The start of fall programs has already begun, but we have: Family pictures, Color Burst, Hope Football, Pumpkin picking, Mackinac Island, and that's just the weekends ... to look forward to.

We're so blessed with God's providence and provision in our lives as a family. I can't wait to see how He guides us through these next seasons of life. He is a faithful God!


What I did with my Summer Vacation ...

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Lets be frank. I'm going to remember the summer of 2012 for one major reason ... the arrival of our 3rd baby. Baby Tres's grand entrance into this world (which we are still anxiously anticipating) is the most momentous occasion I can think of. However, there are other amazing events that I don't want to forget (like the heat wave, just in case we're tempted to plan another "summer baby"). And many other special family memories that could get lost in the shuffle if we don't record them. I know it's the eve of August (okay, it's 4:30 in the morning on August 1st, and I simply can't sleep anymore), so there is still enough summer left to make some more memories. BUT, from May 31 (when I like to think our "summer" officially starts) until today, here is what the Van Dyk's have done with our summer:

1. Gone to Coldstone as a family for ice cream (actually, countless times), sometimes biking there, but mostly Mommy drove for fear of falling off the bike

2. Had a great beach day at Maranatha with Grandpa, Grammy, Auntie, and Ryan 3. Went to Binder Park Zoo with Auntie and Ryan 4. Caught Hand Foot and Mouth (the first time) 5. Mommy started a consulting job with addalingua (such an incredible, young business with so much to offer language immersion schools, but ... more on that later). 6. Coached a State Tennis Tournament (and had a fabulous Holland weekend with a great team) 7. Met our new nephew/cousin, Beckam Davis Creswell! 8. Worked on the flower garden (planting, weeding, and watering as a family; they are great caretakers) 9. Visited John Ball Park Zoo with Grammy, Auntie, Ryan, and Beckam before they left for home (in New Hampshire). 10. Had an end of the season pool party with the tennis girls 11. Went to two very special high school open houses (and Kayleigh ate as much dessert and candy as she could possibly con out of anyone)! 12. Went to Millenium Park to go swimming and enjoy the Splashpad with Grammy 13. Went tent camping as a family for Father's Day (in over 90 degree heat!) 14. Learned how to Slip n Slide in the back yard

15. Went to the Frederick Meijer Gardens to play in the Children's Garden with Grammy 16. Bought an inflatable kiddie pool 17. Went to the library at school, often, to check out books 18. Kayleigh took Summer Spanish classes and "traveled" to 6 Latin American countries (I have her "pasaporte" to prove it!) 19. Took lots of naps 20. Met our new friend (the 2nd baby in our lives from the Summer 2012), Elise Joy Hoeksema 21. Mom got to play match play with her high school tennis girls (and the kids enjoyed evenings with Daddy at home) 22. Met another new friend (the 3rd baby in our lives from the Summer 2012), Kayla Grace Texer 23. Mom ran junior tennis camp with some amazing helpers (and the kids had a great week with one of their "favorite" tennis girls, Audrey Bouma) 24. We spent a week at Maranatha as a family that included: family sunset watching, late night swims, Grand Haven coffee dates, a trip to the musical fountain, special visits to the Sweet Shoppe and Snack Shack, Family Photos on the beach, Kayleigh's first on stage "performance," and private fireworks on the beach (with "old fashioned candy" that Grammy found, and glow sticks from some generous friends who equipped all of the Maranatha kids with as many glow sticks as their tiny hands could hold) 25. Kayleigh started ballet lessons (and Benjamin cried a lot, wishing he could join her) 26. We had Alexa over a few times to play 27. We visited the dentist (this is truly a highlight for my daughter, she LOVES the dentist) 28. We spent a weekend at Grandpa and Grandma Van Dyks' Cottage: including Kayleigh's first tube ride, Mommy's first fish bites, and LOTS and LOTS of jumping off the dock 29. We got to meet (for Benjamin) and get reconnected (for Kayleigh) with our relatives visiting from Germany. 30. The kids spent a couple days with Grandpa and Grammy Creswell at Maranatha ALONE that included: Kayleigh's first "pajama party," LOTS and LOTS of jumping into the pool, special trips to the Sweet Shoppe, Kayleigh's "second" tabernacle performance (this time including a fall OFF the stage because she was dancing too vigorously), and lots of repeated viewings of Veggie Tales. 31. We made strawberry liquados as a family (which flopped, but it was fun nonetheless) 32. We made LOTS of "big big donut" runs and "hot cocoa" (yup, even in the summer) trips 33. Survived our 2nd battle with Hand, Foot and Mouth

... and had many, many moments of family snuggle time, good food, great friends, and wonderful blessings in between.

When you look at it all that way, we've had a very full summer (and its not even over yet).


Maranatha Vacation Highlights 2012

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Saturday, June 30: Move in DayMy parents graciously watched the kiddos while Steve and I unpacked in our beautiful apartment for the week. We joined Mom and Dad for dinner on Saturday night, skipped the concert and snuggled the very tired kids to sleep. Dad then came down and watched the darlings while Steve and I got to take in our first sunset of the week on the Maranatha beach

 

 

 

 

Sunday, July 1: WICKED Date Since our vacation changed weeks mid-Spring (we were originally scheduled for Week 3, but then a vacancy opened up in the apt we wanted at Week 2) With a baby on the way, we figured a sooner vacation would definitely be less risky. So, we moved up our vacation one week, BUT Steve had already purchased us Wicked tickets for July 1. So, we went on vacation knowing Mom and Dad would take the kids while Steve and I went to Wicked. The kids played happily at classes during church, they went to the pool and by the time dinner was there, Mommy and Daddy were back. We had a fantastic (though very sweaty) time at the show at Wharton Center, but wanted to see the kids after we got home. So, a late night beach trip was in order ...

 

 

 

Monday, July 2: Kayleigh's Pool Marathon We wanted to make certain that Benjamin got naps (in order to make it the entire day), but Kayleigh is ALMOST done napping entirely, so we thought we'd give skipping a try :). After going to morning session, Grammy picked up Kayleigh and we brought Benjamin back for a nap. By 3:00, we were all at the pool, having great play time. By the time we finished playing, Kayleigh was exhausted. She collapsed SO HARD on Grammy's couch that I needed to pick her up repeatedly to wake her. She managed to get through class (they both did), and we spoiled them with family flurries at the Whippi-Dip before going to bed.

Tuesday, July 3: Catch Up day After a late night the night before for both kids, lots of activity (and the 4th coming up with even more excitement promised), and so much learning happening at classes, we decided FULL naps were necessary for everyone. We all went to our morning sessions and came back to the apt for family naps. After nearly 3.5 hours of sleeping, the kids woke to head down to the pool. Benjamin was still exhausted so we didn't last long. We only sent Kayleigh to session that night and let Benny take a night off. After which he headed to Grandpa and Grandma's (thinking he'd sleep quickly there) and we took Kayleigh to Grand Haven for a little Musical Fountain fun. She so dearly loved that when we did it last year that we simply had to try again. While she wasn't as excited about the music (it was pretty slow/low key) this time, she definitely had JUST as much fun with her parents.

Wednesday, July 4th: Parade, Pool, Special Foods, Private Fireworks Delayed to Friday On the morning of the 4th the kids scurried off to class so they could get ready for the parade. Benjamin had a rough morning parting with us, so we weren't quite sure he'd make it in the parade. Kayleigh, on the other hand, couldn't WAIT to get involved in "throwing candy" and "waving at friends." They both ended up in the parade (though Benjamin slightly less happily than his enthusiastic sister). And after short naps, we all went to the pool for some swimming, back to Grammy's for special treats (sparkly red and white cupcakes!) and ice cream sandwiches (with sprinkles). I'm not certain that the kids grasp the entire importance of this day in our country's history (nor do I expect them too) but I think they thoroughly understood that it was America's birthday ... and boy do they LOVE the way "America" celebrates that.

   Thursday, July 5th: Benny's Special Date Kayleigh was up early on the 5th, so we decided another day of swimming all day with Grammy and Grandpa would be good. As it turned out, she was a bit naughty in class! She eventually apologized to her teacher, but we didn't allow her to go to class at night time (it was movie/pajama night). She still had fun swimming with Grammy and Grandpa, but this was Benjamin's turn for a special date. After class, we took him to the Sweet Shoppe where we thought we could find him something special to eat. We ordered plenty of options ($$!) but he ate, literally, nothing ... He just enjoyed being the only child. After lunch he got to take a nap, completely sandwiched between his Mommy and Daddy. He LOVED IT (and slept for over 3.5 hours!) We couldn't even take him to the pool/beach because there was no time left in the evening. BUT, he definitely enjoyed his cool afternoon nap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, July 6th: Our Last Full Day The private fireworks on the beach were scheduled for this evening ... PLUS, the children's program was also in the evening (at the Tabernacle). Kayleigh was in Pre-K this year, and the preschoolers have a part in the program. So, being that her last "program" was a bit of a disaster (she ran off the stage crying), we wanted to make sure she was well rested and ready to go. Both kids went to morning session, and we all left promptly for the pool after lunch. We swam until about 2:30 and then came back to the apt for a long nap. Both kids slept VERY well and we were up for pizza in a knick of time to get everyone to program ... well, everyone but Benny, who simply didn't want to go. He snuggled with Grandpa at the back of the tabernacle and watched sister perform.

Kayleigh did a great job. She wasn't scared (very proud in fact). She ADORED her teachers and did a pretty good job singing and participating exactly as she was supposed to. They did a Bible memory verse, sang a song, sang a whole GROUP song, and another congregational song too!! It was over 90 degrees outside so the non-a/c tabernacle was quite warm. But again, our little girl did a great job.

This was a really fun moment for me (and my parents) as Dan and I used to sing in these very same programs, at this very same age, in this very same tabernacle. My parents met some of my former youth leaders who saw my little daughter singing that evening. They knew right away which little girl was mine ... apparently we share some similarities. Our friends it was like being transported back 30 years (really, only 27 ... but, who's counting technicalities). Its fun knowing that there are places in this world that don't change ...

As a special treat to Maranatha guests and members, friends of Maranatha put on a private firework display on the beach front. Friends handed out free glowsticks to everyone who came down. My parents made it special in addition to the fireworks with more glowsticks, sparklers, and "old school" candy. The kids had candy necklaces, sweet tart suckers, sugar daddies ,etc. It was great fun ... and such an amazing evening. What a precious gift to take our kids to a late night show and be able to be back home in bed less than 10 minutes later, with almost no crowd to battle. Thanks so much, friends!

We had a beautiful get away! Thanks Mom and Dad for making this possible for us!


Mother's Day, 2012

by Kristi Van Dyk in


I'm having trouble concisely composing my thoughts this Mother's Day (probably due to the kicking, squirming, LIVING little child inside my womb who takes up a lot of the oxygen which ordinarily might flow to my brain). But somewhere in my heart, I have lots of joy I want to express. Usually, when that's the case, a song will erupt and flood my mind all day, quite literally becoming, the song of my heart. Embarrassingly enough (or appropriately, I haven't rationalized which one yet), today's song is this little mother's chorus that my mom sang to me COUNTLESS times when I was a little girl. I'm sure you've heard it (though I bet some of the editorial side remarks are unique to my experience).

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray (like they are today) You'll never know dear, how much I love you (until you have kids of your own) Please don't take my sunshine away. 

The parenthetical references are Deb Creswell originals (I believe). And it's that phrase, "You'll never know dear, how much I love you, UNTIL YOU HAVE KIDS OF YOUR OWN." That's sticking with me today. My kids aren't perfect. In fact, lots of times, after they're in bed, Steve and I dare to wonder aloud when we'll start to even "like" them again. (That's the truth ... we always love them, cherish them, and hug and kiss them, but there are days when they make it really difficult to "like" them.)

So when I think about how best to show my mom I love her today, and that I'm thankful for her work ... I know it's not a gift or a present that she wants. (Although my husband created some amazing photo canvases of the children for both our moms). Because it's not a gift I want (Although the 3 roses, yes, Daddy thought of Baby Tres too, on my table with a hand colored card bring tears to my eyes ... and the still disassembled bathroom, soon to be renovated for a Mother's Day surprise, are pretty spectacular). What I want to know, for Mother's Day, is that my children know, beyond a shadow of a doubt just how much I love them.

I want them to know that the kisses and hugs I give when I let them out of their rooms each morning are something I treasure (infinitely more than they do)

I want them to know that it's BECAUSE I love them that I send them to their rooms, give them time outs, have to give spankings, endure the temper tantrums, and enforce dreaded nap times/sleep schedules so that they stay healthy and grow strong.

I want them to know that I don't care if I ever have clothes that are in fashion, a home that is tastefully decorated, or vehicles that are younger than they are.  I want them to know I'd sacrifice all amounts of creature comforts and luxuries to give them things they need or even want (like a bi-lingual Christian education, or dance lessons, or violin (?) lessons)

I want them to know that I pray, every day, sometimes multiple times during the day (and even in some cases on an hourly basis), that God will grip their hearts with love for Him. That as they grow they will discern their calling in His world and live fully in that calling no matter the sacrifices it might cost them (or us!)

In short, I guess I'm saying, I want them to know how much I LOVE them ... and what a Mother's love really means.

It's this Mother's Day that I realize, they aren't going to know that for a long long long time. Maybe Kayleigh will be 35 before she sits down at whatever publishing apparatus she will have and records what her Mother's love meant to her, and how it changes the way she raises her child. Maybe Benjamin will be 40 before he pauses to think about what a Mother's love is, and notices it in his wife. But regardless of how long it takes my kids. I'm thankful, ever so thankful, for a mother who modeled all of those ways of loving I aim to possess. And she was right, I didn't understand it then. In fact, many times I was CONVINCED she didn't love me and that's why I had to endure whatever punishment/discipline was occurring at the moment. But when I see that "you must not love me look" on my daughter's face ... I remember giving it out myself. And I know what my mom must have thought ... "Just wait until the shoe is on the other foot, Kristi Joy .... you'll see. It's not because I don't love you that I'm doing this, but because I love you TOO MUCH to not."

Happy Mother's Day, Moms ... I consider it a sheer blessing to be part of your legacy. I hope that God gives me the strength be a Mom that my kids look back on (someday) and understand and appreciate.


Kudos to my amazing spouse

by Kristi Van Dyk in


This week has been incredibly busy for me. Tennis season is always a little hectic, but Spanish Immersion Coordinator training in Zeeland on top of 2 matches and a tournament made for some very long days. I have no doubt that God is calling me to both of these tasks right now, but it does put a strain on completing my usual household responsibilities. I'm so blessed that my supportive husband is willing to pick up the slack when I can't keep up. This week Steve did ALL of the following (on top of all of his work at school):

1. Made supper every night from Tuesday through Sunday!! (No, it wasn't take out each night... He made pigs in a blanket, tacos, grilled cheese sandwiches and apples for the kids (when I had team dinner), and ordered pizza one night (when his parents came to help babysit). 2. Did grocery shopping, made the menu for the week (and his own lists), and returned all of the bottles. He did the shopping WITH Benjamin as well ... 3. Packed lunches for the kids, handled pre-K transportation and picked/up dropped off at the sitters when I had my work days early. 4. Did two nights of baths with both kids when I wasn't home until very late. 5. Did all of the laundry (including DIAPERS!) 6. And kept the kids happy (with fun events) like park trips, stroller rides, special bubbles (cars for Boo and Princesses for K) and a trip to visit the cottage (with a special packed lunch again so they could have a picnic).

And to top it all off, when I came home from Battle Creek on Thursday (at 9:00) I was greeted with fresh baked chocolate chip cookies made by Steve and the kids...

I don't like being away from the kids that much, but when work/life require it it's SUCH a blessing to know that my kids have such an amazing Daddy to help them grow up...

I pray our boy(s) turn out just like him... And that our girl(s) find someone like him to help them travel through life!


Spring Break - Monday at Typhoon Lagoon

by Kristi Van Dyk in


It had been our plan all along to make Tuesday our day at the Magic Kingdom. All park info/bloggers suggest that Sunday and Monday are super busy because everyone vacationing for a week STARTS at the Magic Kingdom. So, we decided to leave it until Tuesday and get there EARLY. We wanted to the kids to be rested, so anything we did on Monday had to end ON TIME so they kiddos could sleep. Typhoon Lagoon opened at 10 and closed at 6, so it fit nicely into our plans. After breakfast we packed a cooler for lunches, tossed a bunch of towels/clothes/sunscreen in a beach bag and told my parents to enjoy the peace and quiet. (They really didn't need much encouragement, Mom was ALMOST already out by the pool for her sunbathing for the day at 10 a.m.) :). At any rate, we weren't the only people who decided to come to Typhoon Lagoon that day, but buying tickets at the automated booth was very easy, the line wasn't too long, and we were able to grab the last few chairs available surrounding the kiddie area (where we anticipated spending most of the day). Benjamin wasn't REALLY into much of anything at time of the a.m., but Kayleigh was curious about it all. We let them explore the kiddie area for a bit and then hopped on the lazy river before it got too crowded. The kids did alright ... Kayleigh liked it for the most part, until she heard Ben screaming to get out. So, once he was out, she wanted to too ... I must tell you that I'm glad we didn't run into anyone we know at the park this day. Pushing my 5.5 mont pregnant self into an inner tube with my wiggly 3.5 year old atop the mountain that is her brother/sister was quite a sight to behold ... but NOTHING compared to what I must have looked like attempting to disembark my enormous belly from the inner tube I was sandwiched inside while keeping a whiny 3.5 year old from "getting too wet." :) Steve gave me a good boost but I know it was a very clumsy endeavor and I almost couldn't stop laughing at myself (which didn't make things easier).

After our adventure in the lazy river, we let the kids lead us and, surprisingly, they wanted to check out the wave pool. This makes Mommy, the former lifeguard more than a little uneasy, but ... we decided as long as they didn't venture too deep we would be okay. They loved splashing around in the waves, watching the ENORMOUS wave come crashing towards them, and slam down at their knees. :) We spotted a little slide, built exactly like adult water slides next to the wave pool. The lifeguard graciously allowed us some extra time and we were able to coax (okay, push) both kids down it. They LOVED it and we had requests to go back there off and one throughout the day.

As they started to get weary, we went back to the kiddie area so they could splash around in the sprinklers, go down plastic kiddie slides (that were well doused in water), spray hoses and squirt guns at each other and throw sand. There were castles to climb with surprise fountains and splash pads, even a miniature tube ride where adults could follow them the entire way and they got to simulate a large "big kid" water slide. We could have easily spent all day at this area, though Mom and Dad were starting to get a little bored. We stopped around 1 for lunch and the kids were so hungry they ate EVERYTHING in the cooler (that was 2 full sandwiches, a bag of grapes, 2 bananas, two packages of goldfish crackers and two large water bottles of juice!) Steve watched them ravage the food and decided pregnant Mommy did, in fact, need a lunch. So, he splurged and ordered an 8 piece chicken meal with fries, of which the little vultures at 6 chicken strips and 90% of the fries, while Mommy and Daddy shared the remainder :) I guess playing in the water takes it out of you.

After a quick lunch we tried to ride the "family" water slide ride ... you know, the kind like they have a Cedar Point with the enormous inner tube that thunders down a "mountain" side and gets you way more wet than you want to be at an amusement park? We thought it'd be great fun and it was labeled "for all ages" and had no height restrictions. So, we talked it up to the kids, walked on over to get in line and ... read the sign, "Not for expectant Mothers!" WHAT??!!! So then we had to talk Kayleigh OUT riding the ride (much easier said than done) and appeased them by going to the wave pool again ... We watched at least 3 massive waves come by and soak people ... it got to the point that the kids recognized the sound to signal a coming wave from across the park ... they would giggle and scream and jump (even though they were far from harm's way).

Around 3:00 they were far too tired to think straight and Steve and I were pretty hungry. We started making our way back to the seats to load up when we saw them ... chocolate Mickey Ears with ice cream centers. I don't care how Dutch a family is, when you're in the land of Mouse, you must splurge a little bit. After a hot day, where the kids were eating anything in sight, we decided this was a "must have."

Aren't you glad we did?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What these photos DON'T show is how much chocolate was running down Benjamin's legs, chest, and arms. He even had some in his diaper region when we changed him at the car ... I know it was worth the $5 we had to spend to bring that little delight to their eyes. Plus, lets be honest, Mom and Dad stole a fair amount of those chocolate ears (just to make sure the area where we were eating wasn't TOO unsightly for the next people). :)

On our way out we met a British couple who wanted their picture taken, so, we stopped to take a photo for them and they traded and took a family picture of us. No one is really looking their best after a hot day in the sun (and lugging kids and gear, and Baby Tres), but I treasure it because we have so few pictures where EVERYONE is together and EVERYONE is smiling ... that I just can't get enough of it :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Isn't Kayleigh just your "quintessential" 4 year old in this picture? Cheesy, baby grin, but still looking might grown up and VERY proud :). After we managed to load everyone up, and exit the parking lot, we were NOT EVEN clear of the rest of the Disney parks/resort area when I looked back to see 2 sleeping kids.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We went home that afternoon thinking we could get them a quick nap before dinner ... FAIL. So, we tried to eat dinner thinking an early movie (to help prep enthusiasm for the BIG PARK the next day) would help ... FAIL. Benjamin refused to eat and instead just screamed through dinner. ON top of it, Tangled was removed from Netflix AND rental on iTunes, so we couldn't give Kayleigh the movie she was promised. We let her watch Lady and the Tramp instead with Gramma and Daddy and Mommy spent 30 minutes from 6:30 - 7:00 snuggling Benjamin into bed. It sounds sweet and peaceful ... what it really was a 20 minutes of shrieking, "Don't like this .. DOWN .. DOWN ... Don't like this" that ended abruptly with him falling into so deep a sleep that he didn't move again until I went to wake him at 7:00 a.m. for the Magic Kingdom day ... 12 hours sleep isn't too bad ... and K wasn't too far behind him :) (Though I think she surely enjoyed her popcorn and bouncing from lap to lap to lap to lap ... Pretty fun when you have 4 laps to pick from for nighttime snuggling :).


Spring Break - Sunday

by Kristi Van Dyk in


After a late evening at Downtown Disney we thought the kids might sleep in (FALSE)! They were up by 6:30 (not that I let them leave their room) and ready to go. So, after breakfast, Steve and I took them to the playground that is part of the complex we rented from. They enjoyed playing/climbing and generally getting their energy out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was apparent to us, immediately, that our kids were not used to the Florida heat. Normally a trip to the park in Michigan could last upwards of an hour. They NEVER want to leave. They made it about 30 minutes in early morning sun before asking to go home to go swimming. So, we left to head back and spend another afternoon by the pool. The kids swam, again, this time with Kayleigh getting REALLY brave and trying to paddle across the pool with a noodle AND swimmies. (This girl is VERY cautious and careful and doesn't do anything she isn't 100% certain she can completely accomplish). So, we were so proud that she was willing to let us let go over her! Kudos to my mom for coaxing her into this progress!

After some good naps, we hung around the house until bedtime. The kids took a while to fall asleep, but once they did Steve and I tried to go out for ice cream. We were seriously unsuccessful as the local ice cream place closed at 9:00 p.m. (and we arrived at 9:05). So, we settled for McFlurries and went back to the house to read in peace and quiet before bed.

It was a largely "uneventful" day, but on vacation with little ones, it seems fitting to have one or two (or more) of those low key days ... Besides, it was during our ice cream date that we tossed around the plan to try out Typhoon Lagoon! We had casually mentioned wanting to take the kids to a water park while we were planning this visit. BUT it wasn't economically critical to buy the tickets in advance (and two-day multi-park passes were not that much cheaper than two one park, one day passes). So ... rather than force ourself to use it if the kids weren't up for it, we decided to "buy on the fly." With temperatures for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday in the upper 80's, low 90's, we didn't think we could really go wrong with a water park. So ... that evening we took a big breath and decided it was time to try it out ...


Spring Break 2012 - Saturday (for real)

by Kristi Van Dyk in


  So, I tagged my first post as Friday - Saturday but I'm a full day off :) We traveled Thursday into Friday ... so in order to update you on the whole of vacation, I must remember Saturday :). I suppose I was in a total brain fog ... 21 hours in a car with a pre-schooler, a toddler, and a little squirmy Baby Tres will do that to a mom ;). ANYWAY, Saturday dawned beautifully sunny and gorgeous with forecasted a little bit of rain and temps in the mid-upper 80's. We began our morning with some breakfast (totally as we got up, so on our own time). The kids went to the grocery store with Grandpa and Grandma to buy groceries for the week. I didn't think they'd want to take them, but I guess when you DON'T do your shopping with two in tow all of at the time, it's fun to have them along. So, the kids got out with Grandma and Grandpa to the WalMart, Daddy took a long run and I sat reading by the pool. It was a blast :) Most of break I spent reading an "informative" book from my favorite parenting guru, James Dobson. This one has been particularly insightful in raising Kayleigh, "The New Strong Willed Child." At any rate, I had some time to myself and they crew came back about an hour and a half later. We immediately did some swimming ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And had a picnic lunch on the pool deck

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As soon as the kids were tucked into bed, we went back out to "enjoy" the pool in solitude. God chose this moment to bless Florida with some extra rainfall (according to the weathermen down there they are in desperate need of some). So, we read/napped (okay, mostly napped) inside. Kayleigh woke quickly and Daddy took her to the park. She came back with a soaking wet bottom, but lots of stories about her fun at the park. After dinner, we decided it was time to head to Downtown Disney. Both kids have been there before (Benjamin was 11 months and Kayleigh 2.5), and Kayleigh STILL talks about this place every time we mention going to any "Downtown." So, we knew they'd love it. We did NOT anticipate just how much nagging would happen ... at every turn ... but, I suppose that's exactly what is to be expected when Disney products are at eye level EVERYWHERE you turn. At any rate, Benjamin found the souvenirs he wanted from Grandpa and Grandma (More Cars toys that he carried with him for the 7 straight days that followed, including as he slept) and Kayleigh found, everything.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As we meandered through Downtown, the kids had plenty of willing riders for the kids rides that were available. Daddy took them both aboard the kiddie train and then Grandpa and Grandma each took a child on the ever popular carousel. It's tough to tell who is enjoying the experience more, the adults or the kids.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One thing we did NOT manage to find last year, in our trip to Downtown Disney, were the incredible Splash pads all over the marketplace. What a genius idea to have a play area where they kids can run and be enthralled while the adults spend their money in peace ;). While my mom and I were doing just that, we sent the boys and Kayleigh out into the open air to find some space to run. When they did, they came across this little gem ... which became Benjamin's favorite part of the entire trip (except for, of course, those cars!!!). Ben got completely soaked from head to toe during his enjoyment of this venture, but I definitely did not mind). Seeing the joy this simple delight brought him (and they extreme joy he brought random passersby) was worth getting his "nice" clothes completely soaked. :) These pics don't capture half of the smiles because people literally stopped and laughed and giggled because Ben's happiness was so contagious .. oh that we all possessed that same gift (that of making others happy because we can't stop being joyful ourselves).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After so much fun packed into one Saturday, you'd think they came home and went straight to bed ... not exactly ... :) It took them a little time to discover just how to sleep in their new home. BUT, they certain had plenty of exercise/ways in which to tucker them out. AND plenty more excitement ahead of them!


Spring Break 2012 - Friday & Saturday: The Road Trip

by Kristi Van Dyk in


This break was fantastic ... I didn't make any time to blog because I was far too busy enjoying my children. I know, though, that if I don't take the time to relive some of the little moments via this blog, I'm going be kicking myself later. So, bear with me as I recount our joyful time as a family. Kayleigh and Benjamin began their countdown to Disney World nearly a month ago. So, for 22 days, they faithfully removed post it notes from the windows by the table. Each night at supper we'd talk about Disney World, what we were going to do, and things we could look forward to. I snapped a few photos the morning we were leaving as they removed their very last post it notes. I think their little faces say it all.

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We were planning to leave around 4:00 because Kayleigh had a field trip at pre-school that morning. So, Steve took Kayleigh to the fire station, and I took Benjamin along as we dropped off Rafael at "his babysitter's house." Both kids were SUPER tired from their morning excursions, so contrary to plan, we let them take a post-lunch nap. I had been thinking they'd nap late in the car, but they NEEDED it before 4. So, right after nap, they were basically whisked into the loaded van and our journey began:

They were SPECTACULAR! Seriously, beyond belief. They knocked down the first 2.5 hours without a problem (and with NO MEDIA!!!). By supper, they were excited enough that we could take a quick pit stop and eat in the car. So, we barely stopped for 20 minutes before our scheduled "pajama" rest area. It was now somewhere around 9:00, and we put their jammies and slippers on and FINALLY (5 hours into the trip) started their first movie. We watched Cars, after which they fell right asleep and managed to let us truck on through until around 3:30 a.m. We made great time and JUST cleared Atlanta when Benjamin woke up. When I asked him what was wrong he said, "need to get OUT! OUT please, OUT!" Since we had managed to drive almost 12 straight hours without a stretch/run break for the kids, we decided this was a very reasonable request. In addition, we were in GA and the weather was mid-60's. We pulled over at a gas station for a little stretch break ... and this is what we got:

 After our little dance party (the music was on at Sonic, so we really did have about a 30 minute dance session ... it got pretty crazy. Daddy was busting some moves I've never seen before!), we loaded back into the car, started another movie (yup, the other Cars movie) and then held on until breakfast. We couldn't find a play area, so I was the shameful mom who let her kids run on a booth ... yup, I did ... and I didn't really feel bad about it either. They were a little noisy, but so full of glee - I just couldn't resist. About this time, we learned that we couldn't get into our rental until 4:00 p.m. We were scheduled to arrive in Orlando, at the going rate, at about 10:30 a.m.! So, we took it very slow for the rest of trip, stopping for lots of snacks and running breaks. Clearly, Benjamin enjoyed these little escapades:

My mom and the INCREDIBLE owners we were renting from worked it out so that we could access the house around 2:00 instead of 4:00. So, after a very LONG play session at Chick-fil-a, we headed on over to the house. It didn't take long for the kids to realize what was in the backyard ... (and Mommy had anticipated this!!) So, I pulled out their beach bag and they got right to swimming. I was not too far behind them, but it was a treat to unpack and set up without 4 extra helping hands.

After a quick swim, the kids went down for a short nap and then Grandpa and Grandma came!! (They had had some adventures with their travels as well!!! But fortunately, they also arrived EARLIER than anticipated). We had ordered a pizza and the kids were basically too tired to eat, so Steve and I enjoyed it by ourselves. All of us turned in for an early bedtime - and were excited about the beautiful home we had - and all of the fun ahead of us.