Wednesday, August 12, 2009

New Pictures...

...up on Flickr.

News:
Calliope has had one accident in the last 3 days. I think the thing that finally pushed us over was that I started giving Clementine M&Ms for using the toilet too. The enthusiasm / sibling rivalry is infectious!

Clementine and Calliope will both be leaving their current schools and headed to DELC. Everyone keeps telling me they "understand" about this decision, which means they disagree with me. It could be a mistake but we're trying to do the best we can, and we know it's a joyous, loving environment.

At home, I'm going to buy or make some Montessori materials for them to use for the next year, since DELC is play-based. (Long story, I could talk your ear off if you're interested.)

We have been working on our will, thanks to Uncle Robbie, and I want to start blogging about some higher-order things about how we're trying to parent. This will be hard, mostly because I'll want it to be better thought-out and organized than what I'll manage, but I'd rather just get it down.

For starters, we're trying to raise children who are:
- inquisitive
- empathetic
- kind
- honest
- loving
- generous
- genuine
- gracious
- courageous
- self-reliant
- confident
- comfortable with themselves
- articulate
- knowledgeable
- happy
- healthy
- respectful of the earth and other people

We actually have thought some about this list and tried to distill things into something more succinct (for example, polite/gracious, or curious/inquisitive). I'm going to try to write more about how we're trying to raise children like this over the next few weeks...

But for now, off to bed!

Friday, July 31, 2009

Clementine Busts a Mutton



Quick Update:
Calliope claimed she was done with diapers, "No more diapers for me." I am not sure what her plan was. I thought that was it, but we are still using a diapers. Pretty frustrating.

Clementine is starting to get a little attitude, and be much less cooperative. In fact, she's never been less cooperative. We're hoping this is just a phase. She's been at a new Montessori school for the summer and it seems great. but I feel a little uncomfortable with it. However every in town loves it, so we have a tough decision to make, because we could send her back to DELC. They're both good schools, but we're deciding where she'll spend the next 1/5th of her life, so it feels important.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Their First Chokecherry Jelly

We made two tablespoons of chokecherry jelly out of 1/4 cup of cherries we picked from our new bush in the back yard.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Clementine, sleepy...

"Mommy, I feel kind of strange, like we're in a book." (pause) "Is somebody reading about us right now?"

Her imagination is really blossoming the last few weeks. Recently she's brought home drawings of a whale walking on the ocean ("It's a joke."), a rollercoaster in the shape of a chicken, and a "concrete thing that vibrates and makes milk out of bugs". This month she started at a Montessori school for older children, Children's House, but I don't think that can account for it this quickly. In fact I'm not even sure we'll leave her there. But that's another story.


"A Whale Walking on the Ocean"

In other news, this is my 201st post! I wish I did it more, but I'm sure glad that I did as much as I did.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Fabulous Family Festivity in Florida

A guest post by Dave and Betty (some of you may remember Tony / Anthony from our wedding):

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Here’s a little synopsis of the gathering precipitated by the high school graduation of Anthony (aka Tony) James Brown-Bergtold on May 23, 2009, in Melbourne, Florida. What follows could never express it all, of course, but … some ‘short-hand’ to help you follow along:

G-ma = Betty. G-pa = Dave (imagine that!); frequently referenced here as “G&G”. (This is also a great point at which to acknowledge all who helped make the trip possible for G&G. In addition to the condo, we had the use of one of the B-Bs vehicles. Between these blessings and our Frontier (sorry, Elizabeth) Card flier miles, and so many meals provided, we were there ‘on the cheap’ … and needed to be!! Thank you all!)
B-Bs = the Brown-Bergtolds: Brad, Wendy, Tony, Gabe, and Ethan. (Brad had the week of 5/20-27 off from Harris Corp., which was a real blessing for all. He had certainly earned it!)
RACC = the Crane/Browns: Ryan, Audrey, Clementine and Calliope. They flew from Durango.
J&C = Judy (Dave’s sister) and Charles Armstrong, reside in New Smyrna Beach, about 50 miles north of Indialantic.
Abi = Abi Mygatt Kelly, W’s friend since kindergarten. Abi flew in from Chicago.
Jennifer = Jennifer Mayan, W’s friend since eighth grade. Jennifer flew from Fort Collins.
Condo = very nice, roomy (grand master suite; second master with bath; third bedroom also with bath) second floor condo which RACC rented. About 2 miles from the B-Bs, it also had balconies with direct views of the Atlantic (about 100 yards away); a hot tub, lap pool and kiddie pool; private beach access; underground parking … see what I mean? RACC very generously invited G&G to stay with them. Worked wonderfully!

Just imagine, and put yourself in the midst …

Day one, Wednesday, 5/20: G&G checked into the condo and then dined on fried chicken, rather quietly, at the B-Bs. (RACC arrived in Orlando very late Wednesday night and opted to stay in Orlando until the next day.) Wednesday was very rainy. Turns out that the Indialantic area got 7-9 inches over 5/19-21. New Smyrna, where J&C live, got 16 inches over about the same period!

Have you ever seen Brussels sprouts growing?
Thursday: A reasonably lazy morning for G&G. Tony’s graduation rehearsal, slated for the Melbourne High football field, was rained out. We went with all of the B-B’s to meet J&C for lunch at Dixie Crossroads in Titusville. RACC came directly from Orlando. Dixie Crossroads is an old seafood place (specializing in rock shrimp) that we’ve all been to before. It was great food and great fun—and certainly never dull with all thirteen of us around one big table! Judy brought a stuffed animal menagerie for the small ones, and they greatly enjoyed getting to choose. W left a little early to pick up Jennifer at Orlando.
After the drive back we explored W’s vegetable garden - Have you ever seen Brussels sprouts growing? After naps, errands, etc., we all enjoyed dinner at the B-Bs: W fixed chili and cornbread for all. The evening was just plain old together time, talking and so on.

A patchwork of memories...
Friday: Rainy morning again, but grad rehearsal went forward. But by mid-day it was quite nice and we all had some very nice mid-day time at the beach, based from the condo. Did some prep and planning for graduation day and enjoyed dinner, again at the B-Bs. B grilled pork chops, fish, corn and shrimp-- yum-m-m-m-m!
Following dinner, G-pa read some verse he wrote (see last page of this little essay.) Then we presented Tony with his memory quilt-- a very well kept secret. W and G-ma started their conniving as early as April of 2008 (a good thing, too: we figure something akin to 1300-1400 hours went into the making). It was jointly designed by W and G&G, and made (almost exclusively) by G-ma. Jennifer, and Kristin Flores-- another long-time friend of W’s-- and Kathy Koulizos (family friend) helped with the tying in Fort Collins.


The front of the quilt


A detail of the front


The back of the quilt


A detail of the back


The quilt is reversible, 90 x 78 overall. The center squares are the fronts and backs of t-shirts (and one ‘tuxedo’ sleeper) that W had saved. The large border includes Tony’s hat and tee-shirt from birth and a square of his ‘blankie.’ Pictures from various ages, all of Tony’s schools and places he’s lived are also included, with respective labels (years, ages, etc.) on the reverses.
The front label strip carries hand-stitched name, birth date/place, adoption date/place, and graduation date/place. The back label strip is composed of hand-stitched hobby and interest words with ‘pict-o-graphs’ stitched in. The outermost border is ocean waves on one side and sand on the other.

It’s a wonderful, unique gift… well given and very well received all the way ‘round.




Maybe the fastest graduation ever?
Saturday (graduation day): Guess what? It’s raining like crazy (there was no contingency other than, “We may reschedule for later today in the gym (restricting admission).” The ceremony is to start at 9:00. B and G-pa went at 8:00 to save seats. At 8:40 the rain did stop (but there was no clearing) and they said: “Go.” The entry march started at 8:50; and all 525 grads were across the stage by 10:10. We (B, W, R, Abi, J, G&G) all got in on the appropriate yelling for Tony. (A kept C&C at the condo, while G&E were at Ms. Karen’s house.) Two (very good) student speeches were given after the roll call, and some group awards. A school official got about three minutes into his spiel and the rains came again. We’re done!
There was much activity in the afternoon to prepare for the open house at the B-B’s, starting at 4:00. Everyone had a job to do. The weather cleared up, which was a great help-- not so hot, and we could spill outdoors, which many did.
We met many of the B-B’s wonderful friends, and a few of Tony’s.
Later, R,A,W,B, Abi and Jennifer went ‘out’ for awhile, so G-ma sat with C&C at the condo and G-pa with G&E at the B-Bs. It was tough duty … well, actually, all four were ready and/or in bed by that time, so it was absolutely nothing at all!


Cousins Calliope and Ethan


Tony and buds

What’s next? And… “No tickle me!!”
Sunday: No one rushed anything, that’s for sure. At mid-morning, all came to the beach at the condo and all had a glorious time. Abi had to head back to Chicago ☹.
After naps, etc., it was back to the B-B’s for dinner (again!)…Thai take-out this time.
Tony opened his presents and gift cards after dinner. What a haul!!! And, since it’s a reasonable (and common) topic: T’s present plans are to work through the summer at the present surf shop position and/or others so that he can buy his own car. The fall will perhaps see him enrolled at Brevard Community College to take some classes and time to see where he really wants to head.


L to R: Abi, Jennifer, Wendy

Also much tickling babies (again), several of whom are extremely prone --particularly Ethan with his, “No tickle me!” as he exposed his tummy. Ah, well…

Monday: G&G had breakfast with RACC at the Blueberry Muffin Café, another known destination just a couple of blocks from the condo. RACC walked back to the condo via the beach. G-ma went to baby sit G&E while B, T and G-pa played (?) nine holes of golf. W took Jennifer on a ‘last’ ☹ grand tour before taking her to Orlando for her flight back to Fort Collins. R, A, W, & B went out for dinner and a movie (“Star Trek”), so poor old G&G had split “duty” again. Ah, well (again)...


“Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand…” (Isa. 40:12)
Tuesday: Once all of our various acts were together, all loaded up and went to Sebastian Inlet, about 20 minutes south of Indialantic. This is a popular surfing and boogie-boarding beach, as the waves are often bigger due to the topography. It’s also a diverse bio area, including tide pools where the Indian River meets the Atlantic. The weather was glorious—bright sun, but not too hot.
Before our picnic lunch, we were all at the beach side. The ‘big boys’ (except for G-pa) worked on boogie boarding. (A had one great boogie run, too!! G-pa saw the whole thing!) Tony did some skim boarding, too. We looked for shells (a great place for that as well); and the little ones dared the surf, partially buried certain folks, and otherwise frolicked in the sand and with one another and G&G.
After a lunch in the shade, we walked the tide pools: crabs (mostly small), little fishes and much play. And: we were fortunate enough to stand in chest-deep water and pet manatees. That was so cool!



Dinner at the B-Bs was from Charlie and Jake’s B-B-Q, well known to B and G-pa. The non-carnivores in the troupe had a delicious Ahi tuna meal, courtesy of Audrey. (Tony was working ☹.)

Gabriel Brown-Bergtold, Paleontologist
Wednesday: All good things, they say, come to an end. But, we did not leave empty-hearted!! RACC left the condo at 7:30 a.m. to catch their Orlando/ Denver/ Durango flight. Since G&G left later, they were able to finish up some of the condo cleaning. G&G then got to accompany B&W to Gabe’s pre-K graduation: quite an event, with caps, gowns and the whole nine yards! All of the kids had posters and announced their plans. Gabe? Paleontologist. (He spent most of his beach time digging for dinosaur bones.)
This was followed by lunch at McDonald’s (at G’s request): all the B-B’s, G&G, and Amanda Simpson (Tony’s long-time ‘significant other,’ also a graduate, and whom G&G had met on several previous visits).
Then, alas, it was off to Orlando (chauffeured by W) to catch G&G’s flight. Probably the sole ‘down’ segment of the whole trip, as G&G sat on the tarmac for 70 minutes while an indicator light was checked. Since it was ‘indicating’ and shouldn’t have been, G&G were certainly glad it was fixed before taking off!




Our time with our loved ones could not have been better, so full of love and laughter, and tenderness. As Betty noted, there were times when it was overwhelming to the brink of tears. We are so thankful to the LORD for His favor and provision in ‘putting it all together,’ and to all of the kids for their sacrifices.


Dave's Graduation Poem for Tony
Look out world, ‘cuz here he comes …
Tony’s a grad, and that’s very cool.
This day marks a passage of sorts, to be sure,
Because as of now … you’re in life’s school.

It’s fitting, it’s right, that we honor the grad;
And celebrate with him his joys, and be glad.
But there is one other-- especially special,
Who’s very responsible for so much that he’s had.

Your mother, our daughter, made a choice years ago.
It gave you your life; and was a decision to grow.
It was a long-term commitment, not just for the moment;
And each day on the way, she’s proven it so.

No way that ‘just someone’ would care for this boy!
From the very beginning, your care’s been her goal.
Doreen’s was so special, and then Young People’s L. C.
She’s loved you so, Tony— mind, heart and soul.

From Baylor to Plum Street and points in between,
Then off to North Point, and then here to the sand.
Schools and their ratings were studied with care,
Only then she’d decide just where you would land.

A single mom can’t simply ‘watch it all happen.’
Sports, games and lessons, or just time to play;
Class schedules, work schedules; budgets and housing.
Her commitment to Tony has always held sway.

And, it’s also quite clear that it wasn’t ‘just’ love
That tightened the knot with Wendy and Brad:
But also her knowing Brad could truthfully say:
“Yes, sure! I’ll do it … I’ll be Tony’s dad.”

So today marks a passage, not for Tony alone,
But also for Wendy, with devotion and care.
You’re a winner today, Tony; but it would not be so,
If not for your mother, who has always been there.




Tuesday, April 28, 2009

P.S.

Flickr photos are updated too. See the link in the right column.

Augh


Well, I certainly spoke too soon about things getting easier. I also think one of us made the mistake of telling someone that we'd had a good winter sickness-wise. After recovering somewhat from the walking pneumonia, Clementine and I picked up a new cold. Calliope started to get really fussy two Sundays ago, and couldn't sleep all night. Ryan and I were both exhausted and desperate (we know to spell one another if there's a sick kid but this one took us by surprise). At about 3am I put her in the car in the hopes of getting her soundly to sleep, finally. About 20 miles outside of town she started complaining about her tummy and then... you guessed it... threw up all over her car seat. She handled it like a champ, since it was her first time ever she seemed surprised but not particularly upset. I mopped her up as best I could and then drove her home, stopping to get a soda at the machine outside the City Market. She refused to drink anything (well, except I am thinking of weaning her but soo glad I hadn't yet, as she will always drink that, and keep it down), but she did sit with me and fall asleep watching The Daily Show on my computer. I'm not sure John Stewart would be happy to know that. Anyway, she slept from maybe 4:30 - 7:30, and then nursed again but wouldn't eat. She told me she'd eat rice so we went for sushi and I was very happy that she ate. Of course she didn't nap that day, and slept marginally better that night. Tuesday night she had a fever so Wednesday morning we headed to the pediatrician. Calliope had an ear infection (poor thing), probably a result of when she'd had that fever way back before the rest of us got pneumonia. SO... We got antibiotics, and ear drops that would help with the pain. The pediatrician says she's seen lots of kids with colds who are also vomiting, which with this whole swine flu thing is slightly unnerving. But Calliope still has a little cough and runny nose but is otherwise much better. It was not good that we left the doctor's office on Wednesday and headed straight to the airport where I headed off for 3 days, but it's very good that we got her treated before I left.

Calliope is definitely coming into her two-ness, using the word "NO" liberally (which makes giving her medicine nearly impossible). She's also communicating better, doing kind of meta-communication, saying things like, "Do you understand?" and "Well..." She and Clementine are fighting more, and Clementine has moved through her easier phase to being less interested in cooperating generally. She doesn't do anything the first time she's asked, unless she's excited about doing something all by herself. This doesn't happen as much as we'd like. :-\ We are trying to keep our energy up to make things more exciting generally, but I think she's onto us. She's refused to go to ballet for the last month. I am trying to let it slide -- obviously I can't make her participate. I don't want her to give up and we talked about persistence, but I'm sensing it getting into a power thing and I don't want to go there. I even rented Ballet Shoes, and afterward Clementine said, "That movie was, like, really good, but I still don't want to go to ballet class." (Yes, she uses the word "like" liberally.) Ah well. So she's signed up for soccer and I'll look at gymnastics and hopefully she'll get interested again or we'll find a class that she has a friend in. >sigh<

On the fun front, the girls both have "treasure jars" that we've made out of mason jars and felt and buttons. They're really into these treasure jars and often pick things up to bring home for them... marbles, bark, sticks, styrofoam peanuts, rocks... It's fascinating to see what they think is a treasure and what isn't. Of course the contents are pretty flexible since they're emptied and refilled quite often. But I love the little insights I see through them, and that both girls are into the same thing.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

A real girl!



Well it's just ridiculous that I haven't posted yet about Clementine's 4th birthday. As you can see, she got a lot of lovely jewelry (no her ears aren't pierced -- over my dead body!). There is something about the 4th birthday... Clementine is a little girl now. Obviously she hasn't been a baby or even a toddler for a long time. But 3 years old is still a tiny little thing. Four, well, we're within eyeballing distance of kindergarten, for heaven's sake! This birthday was all about her, with very little reminiscing for me of her being born. Much less than I did with Calliope on her 2nd birthday.

We went out to eat nachos, at her request, and were joined by GAK, GUR-pop-pop, Brian, Wendy, Aria, Trinity and Trace. They sang Happy Birthday to her at the restaurant, and she wasn't the least freaked out, embarrassed or even giggly about it, oddly. She scored a lot of great Fancy Nancy stuff, which is all the rage with 4-year-olds these days, in case you were wondering. I too love Fancy Nancy, if for no other reason than the marketing reaches nowhere near the saturation levels of say, Dora the Explorer or Sponge Bob Squarepants (not that we don't have our share of those too).

She also took cupcakes to school on her birthday, and she got to have a big party with a pinata and a Strawberry vanilla cake (also by request), big pans of mac n cheese and chocolate milk on Saturday, so it was quite a festive March.

At four, Clementine is entirely articulate. She has no trouble expressing her feelings and often does a good job negotiating with us and with her sister, which I love. She and Calliope are starting to fight, but mostly get along great. Today she told me that when she looks at Calliope's car seat and Calliope isn't there, she's sad. When I asked why, Clementine said, "She's just so cute -- she has those tiny little hands." Certainly I have already been fully rewarded for having two children. Clementine is getting along in spelling her name, although admittedly we put her at a disadvantage. She is doing some addition on her own and I'll have to post a video because she does it by putting each number on her fingers (say 2 fingers on one hand and 3 on the other for 2 + 3) and then she touches each finger to her nose as she counts them up. I remember doing this exact thing on my chin, which I'd entirely forgotten until Clementine started doing it.

We have had some troubles getting through the night without accidents, which is odd because she did fine for like a year and now it's been months of getting up every single night, either to get her up or to clean up -- sometimes even 3 times a night! So finally we've given in and gone back to diapers. I hate it -- the money, the landfills! However one of these days we're going to have to actually sleep.

In other less-than-fun news, I took her to the doctor this morning after 2 nights of horrible coughing that kept everyone awake, in spite of my best efforts of propping her up, midnight steam showers, and cough syrup. I have a cough of my own and between fretting every time she coughed and my own hacking, life was quickly becoming untenable. Well. Now we've both been diagnosed with walking pneumonia. Really this isn't terrible because 1. I actually took my kid to the doctor for a cough, and some good came of it, 2. we have cough syrup with codeine in it for her now, so she can get a little sleep, 3. we both got 'scripts for antibiotics, which should help, 4. I did it on a Friday instead of waiting and regretting it on Saturday, and 5. hopefully I'll be a little better by the time I go to San Diego on Monday for work.

Clementine is an interesting mix of very grown up and not at all. I suppose I'd feel conflicted about it if I were her, too. On the one hand, when she's playing with her sister she can be quite grown up and cheer Calliope if she's grumpy, or comfort her. Clementine can decide all by herself that she's interested in picking up, she can start cartoons on Saturday mornings (DVDs spare us the commercials), and get water for herself and Calliope. On the other hand, when she interacts with us she almost never dresses herself, washes herself, and often even wants to be fed. We try to react mildly, if at all. Of course Calliope needs lots of help and help = attention. And we try to reward Clementine for acting like a big girl. I'm not too worried about it, though. I know several parents who are really missing their children as they have started kindergarten, and wishing they were around during the day. I'll enjoy my little one while I've still got her that way. :-)

A note about childcare

Can I just complain for a minute?

We send our kids to good daycares, DELC and ECEC, a Montessori school. We also have the luxury of having them home with a nanny for a few hours a day, which means that we get to pick them up from school (3 days a week), talk to their teachers about their day, and have them around at home while we finish our workday. The other two days a week we go shopping, or to the museum or ballet class.

So it's pretty great, they get to socialize, we see them all the time, and our nanny Kerstan is really wonderful. But.

First, it's incredibly complicated even on a normal week. Clementine goes to school M, Th, F, which are the only days we can have. Calliope goes to school M, W, F, a far more reasonable schedule. So we're paying for childcare on Wednesday and Thursday mornings even though I can't work either of those mornings. Then Kerstan comes working around her class schedule (she's a college student), assignments, and other job.

Now on top of this layer the monthly schedule adjustments. This week is "spring break" which I guess means we're supposed to be on vacation but we actually need to work. So we have to find childcare 3 days this week -- luckily Grandma and Grandpa Brown were in town so they took one day, and then we got to pay the teachers at the preschool to watch the girls -- at the preschool -- on top of what we're already paying for that month. That was available mornings 2 days this week. Then I had the babysitting co-op lined up for a few hours today but of course with the pneumonia I had to call it off, which does not in fact mean that either Ryan or I got to call off work.

Now the thing is, this kind of chaos happens every single month. There's winter break, summer break, teacher in-services, training days, cleaning days, holidays, etc. etc. Not to mention Kerstan's schedule and being out of town for her spring break, of course on a different schedule than ours, or her summer vacation, or my own travels for work.

Now I still hold that we're incredibly fortunate to be able to have these great schools and this great nanny, and the stress and chaos every month I could even swallow IF... we weren't paying what we're paying for childcare every year. Which is to say, considerably more than it would have cost us to send one of them to college last year. Seriously! You hear about the price of college all the time but rarely about the cost of daycare. And it's not like the kids can pitch in. We need daycare -- so that we can both bring in income to pay the bills and, ironically, save for college, and because we both do want to be able to work. I guess that parents paying for daycare are too run down to mention tuition (not to mention the fund-raising obligations)! There doesn't seem to be anything to be done about it, but maybe those old-fashioned families living together with all the grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins had it right!