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Archive for February, 2010

Looking for a Great New Game?

Saturday, February 27th, 2010

This morning, while I lay in blissful sleep, my funny four-year old bounded into my room, announcing, “Mom! Mom! I’ve got a great new game! You’ve got to try it!”

I think I may have uttered a slightly coherent, “Oh?”

“Yes, it’s called The Eater and the Cookie.”

“Mhmmm. Ah ha dya plaths gme?” (That’s, And how do you play game, in still-asleep-speak).

I was then given step-by-step directions on how we were going to play this game. Right now. In the loft. I managed to slip in 90 seconds of extra sleep by making her use the bathroom first before we proceeded to the loft for further instructions. In case any of you want to play, here’s how it goes. I made her come in and dictate it to me, lest I mess up any instructions.

“First the eater saw a cookie and packed it up and bringed it on the vacation.

“Then the eater ate it. All of his cookies.

“Then the eater had a tummy ache.

“Then he came home and rested.

“And then he got better.

“And then he ate some more.

“The gray big blanket is the tummy and when you eat me, I get under the blanket. First you have to pick me up and eat me from  your mouth and then put me under the blanket. Then I get out and you see another one. That’s it. That’s the story.”

So there you have it. I played. I ate. I got a tummy ache. I ate again. And then I had to carry my ginormous cookie downstairs for more “vacation.” Then we made the cookie eat her own breakfast.

Trust me… I don’t get it any more than you do. It was funny to watch how adamant she was that we act out this incredible new scenario she just dreamed up, as if it were the greatest idea anyone had ever had. I am pretty convinced the girl never shuts off her brain, though. Otherwise, how would you come up with such a game in your sleep? I see sleep disorders in her future.

"The Cookie"... She does look rather delicious.

The Show Goes On…

Friday, February 26th, 2010

After Nick created my most wonderful Blog Book for me for Christmas, I came to treasure my blog a little more. And I have a renewed and deeper desire to keep the goings on of the Winters Family a little more up to date. So imagine my surprise when I realized that the thing that’s been occupying most of my time of late has yet to be included in any postings on Winters Kids! Thusly:

Last summer I had a dream.

Okay, that is completely and totally inaccurate. Let’s start over.

Me as a Townskid in "The Music Man", age 7

When I was growing up, I was heavily involved in our local community theatre. In addition to participating – from age seven on – in their annual musicals, I would spend most of my summers in theatre camps there. And each summer, there would be a variety of teenagers that would assist the camp directors as apprentices.

I idolized those teenagers, and thought they pretty much had the coolest job in the world. And it turns out… they did. Because at some point, I got to be that teenager, and I got their job. And it just so happens that when I did, it was with a brand new director that had rolled into town.

Lois, the new Youth Theatre director had begun her own non-profit youth theatre in Portland just a couple years before she started coming down to Klamath Falls in the summers for theatre camps. Eventually (insert long story here), the whole operation moved down full time. So summer after summer (and occasionally during the school year) I worked for her through high school and into college.

To make a long story short… eventually I had to grow up and move on. You know, get a college degree… do that whole “get married, have a baby thing,” and I stopped going back in the summers to help. For her part, Lois grew her theatre program substantially, but eventually had to close it down when she moved back to the Portland area. She sadly hung up her hat and thought she had closed that chapter in her life, as I had a few years earlier.

But the show must go on!!

It turns out that both she and I (and our families, of course) moved back to the Portland area at about the same time. Of course, we’re on opposite ends of the city, so we didn’t get to see each other a lot. But at one fateful dinner party last spring, what started out at the beginning of the evening as “Man, wouldn’t it be fun….” turned into “Well, why the heck not!?” by the time everyone went home.

One thing led to another and, Northwest Youth Theatre is back in business baby!!

From our website: The mission of Northwest Youth Theatre is to educate and enrich the lives of young people by providing meaningful opportunities for them to explore the performing arts. Our purpose is to provide education and experience in the performing arts to children regardless of their past experience or training. We offer youth a variety of performing opportunities, through after school and summer day camp programs, and NYT classes are filled without requiring students to audition — we believe that by working on performance skills and team-building activities in the rehearsal process, every group of young people can produce an excellent program.

We’ve put in lots of hours getting it up and running again, but boy is it fun. We’ve enlisted the help of our loving, patient, tireless and wonderful husbands to assist us in such duties as website development and marketing. We have found incredible generosity from the Hillsboro School District, and especially Brown Middle School. And most importantly, we’re quickly finding the kids!

Photos by Steve Lents Photography

We started out in the first rehearsal of our Fall ’09 term with about 7 kids. It was disappointing, but we were hopeful. By our performance in December, we were up to 21. And a few weeks later when we started our Winter ’10 Term, we hit 40 students, and at this point, we’re a little worried about having to cap our Spring ’10 enrollment because in the 3 days that registration has been open, they’re already steadily rolling in. We’re excited, to say the least. Not to mention that the students we have are just about the greatest EVER. They are so much fun to teach, and are so full of energy.

Rehearsals for "A Place in the Christmas Choir", Fall 2009

The best part about this job, is it’s something I love. I feel at home here, and always have. And now as a grown-up, it’s even more wonderful because I get to share it with my own kids. Mylie has loved being in both productions we’ve done so far, and is already jazzed about the next one. We feel truly blessed that the doors have continued to open for us on this latest adventure, and look forward to all that is in store for us down the road!

Mylie as a Dog in "A Place in the Christmas Choir"

And P.S. Don’t forget to check out our super-cool website on which Nick has labored intensively as my slave.

And P.P.S. If you’re in the area, please join us for our Spring Performance of “It’s A Jungle Out There” and “At the Hop” on Thursday, March 18th at 7:00pm at Brown Middle School.

Creepy Careers

Saturday, February 20th, 2010

When we were dating, Nick loved to take me to cemeteries. Okay, not really. But there were a couple times when, on a date, we went to a cemetery to see such sites and Bruce Lee’s grave. Exciting? Barely. Creepy? A little. But, I was in love and would have done just about anything that fell under the heading of legal and virtuous. But still… cemeteries creep me out a little. I do try to be more mature than that, but I usually fail.

So, yesterday the kids and I were driving by a cemetery when Mylie commented, “That’s where the people died!” Not sure if she fully understood the concept of cemeteries, I corrected her. “Yes, that’s where they put the people who have died.”

We passed the cemetery, but her curiosity did not wane.

“How do the people get in the grass?”

I was concerned about disseminating truth without scaring her, but I simply said, “They dig a hole in the ground, and then they put the people in there,” in the most cheery voice I could muster.

Apparently, I didn’t need to worry about the creep factor because she said, “Maybe when I get bigger… when I’m a teenager girl… I can dig the holes!” Not wanting to discourage her career opportunities, I said, “Oh, it’s called a grave digger. You want to be a grave digger when you grow up?”

“Yeah! I want to be a grave digger!”

“Oh, that’s neat. Why do you want to be a grave digger?”

“Because I like to dig.”

Simple enough. I tried to leave it at that until she asked, “Are grave diggers usually girls?”

The women’s libber in me responded “Well, a lot of times they’re boys, because it can be kind of hard to dig big holes like that, but if it’s what you want to do, you can do anything you want!” Of course, now I feel like I’m encouraging her to dig graves for a living.

The conversation more or less ended there, when she got distracted by reading the street signs to me, but it was a salient enough experience for her to tell her dad that night that she was going to be a grave digger when she grows up. Of course, I know that all kids have ideas about what they want to do that simply disappear over time. Nick, for instance, wanted to be a smoker when he grew up. And I’m not saying that being a grave digger isn’t a respectable and necessary job. All I’m saying is, it’s not exactly what you dream for your little girl. So, hopefully this is one career dream that will rest in peace. :)

Abiding Mom

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

After a long day today, I came home exhausted, flipped on my Google Reader, and found this on Confessions of a Homeschooler. It was timely and touching. I think I might post it by my bed. And my computer. And maybe laminate it and carry it around with me in my purse. Or maybe I’ll just try each day to remember what’s important.

Super Mom

Abiding Mom

Does Is (Psalm 46:10)
Tries to impress others Pleases the Lord (Eph. 5:10, Proverbs 29:25)
Is controlled by an agenda (curriculum, schedule, etc) Is controlled by the Holy Spirit: (Gal. 5:22-26) (Uses curriculum & schedules as tools for orderliness so she’s more free to follow the spirit)
Her self worth is found in her accomplishments (clean house, perfect kids, the perfect bulletin boards, etc.) Her self worth is found in an accurate view of who she is in Christ Jesus (Eph 2:10)
Her peace is found in the “perfect” environment Her peace is found in Jesus in the midst of any storm (Is 26:3)
She is discouraged by failure Failure reminds her that God’s strength is made perfect in weakness (2 Cor. 12:9-10)
She expects perfection from herself and others She practices grace with herself and others (Eph 4:32)
She teaches her kids to be good She teaches her kids to be Godly (Proverbs 22:6)
She is frustrated with her lack of spiritual fruit She abides in Christ and bears much fruit (John 15:5)
She does things with her children She builds a relationship with her children (Deut 6:6-7)
Her perspective is based on what is seen Her perspective is based on what is unseen (Col 3:2)
She chooses quantity of activities She chooses the most excellent Way (I Cor 13)

Remarkable

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

Does anyone else find it rather remarkable that you can use rotten fruit and curdled milk and end up with something that’s not only gorgeous, but absolutely delicious? We had some rotting bananas hanging around, so before the fruit flies moved in, Mylie and I decided to make some banana bread. Of course, my recipe calls for buttermilk, which we do not have. BUT, did you know you can substitute a scant cup of milk that you mix with one tablespoon of lemon juice? The acid curdles the milk and gives it the same chemical properties as buttermilk. Or something like that. Anyway, you come out with delicious bread, and this time we experimented with one of my Demarle molds (best bakeware EVER). So not only did it taste delicious, it was rather gorgeous to look at, if I do say so myself :) .

Sunflower Banana Bread

Here’s the recipe, if you’re interested:

  • 1 1/4 cups sugar
  • 1/2 cup butter or margarine, softened
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 1/2 cups mashed very ripe bananas (3 to 4 medium)
  • 1/2 cup buttermilk
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup chopped nuts, if desired

1.Move oven rack to low position so that tops of pans will be in center of oven. Heat oven to 350°F. Grease bottoms only of 2 loaf pans, 8 1/2×4 1/2×2 1/2 inches, or 1 loaf pan, 9x5x3 inches.

2.Mix sugar and butter in large bowl. Stir in eggs until well blended. Add bananas, buttermilk and vanilla. Beat until smooth. Stir in flour, baking soda and salt just until moistened. Stir in nuts. Pour into pans.

3.Bake 8-inch loaves about 1 hour, 9-inch loaf about 1 1/4 hours, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes. Loosen sides of loaves from pans; remove from pans and place top side up on wire rack. Cool completely, about 2 hours, before slicing. Wrap tightly and store at room temperature up to 4 days, or refrigerate up to 10 days.

From: The Betty Crocker Bridal Edition Cook Book

Before, During and After

Monday, February 15th, 2010

Before Nolan’s haircut, he was showing off his muscles in order to prove that he was a tough guy. Because tough guys don’t need haircuts.

During Nolan’s haircut, he looked like a scary monster.

During Nolan’s haircut, we realized how dark his hair has become. No more little blond baby.

During Nolan’s haircut, Nolan used the comb to check us to make sure the length was suitable.

After Nolan’s haircut, he was just about too cute for words.

Feel the Love

Monday, February 15th, 2010

A little post about our Valentines Day love in the Winters House.

Last week, Mylie and I made cookies to deliver to friends. We tried a new icing technique from Annie’s Eats, and I thought they turned out fabulous! We also used the cookie recipe from Nick’s cousin, Brandy, and it is definitely our new favorite.

Yesterday, after church, Nick and Mylie made some homemade Valentines for me (Nick had gotten his present the night before after the kids went to bed…. Get your mind out of the gutter people! It was a box of See’s Chocolates that we didn’t want to have to share with the kiddos). Nick made a cute little heart pocket-envelope and the two of them filled it with things they love about me. Some of my favorites: “Your sense of humor” (Nick), and “Food” (Mylie). But the best by far was the one that said, “I love your body.” And no, you gutter dwellers, that was not from Nick. That was from little Mylie!