Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Happy 5th Birthday Makenzie!!!


We celebrated Makenzie turning 5 with a party in the park. She loved being surrounded by her friends. She is such a social girl, it makes her feel so loved to be surrounded by friends and family.  

Makenzie has one of the most generous spirits I have ever seen. She is selfless and always willing to share. Today we went to the store to get two new Lego sets for her birthday and as soon as we got them she gave one of them to her sister. She will happily share her last piece of candy or last bite of candy. I am so thankful for this girl.







Miss Personality

This kids personality is growing and growing. She is the most adorable little thing I have ever seen.  She insists on wearing boots or Toms every day. She loves to make people laugh.  And she is doing awesome at potty training!!!


First and second teeth lost

This post is a little late. Just before we left for Brazil, Madison noticed that her tooth was loose.  I hoped she would not loose it until we got home from Brazil. It's a big milestone! It hung on until two days after we got home. It came out super easily, no drama or tears. The tooth fairy left her $5 (taped to the door of her bedroom because she did not want the tooth fairy in her room).  Three days later she lost her second tooth in a piece of corn on the cob. The tooth fairy left her $2 this time.  And now she is working in tooth number 3!




Sunrvier 2013


 A couple of weeks ago we went to Sunriver with my family.   Everyone was there except my dad, who had to work unfortunately. :(  I love vacationing in Sunriver.  It's pretty inexpensive, it is peaceful, there's biking, pools, a hot tub, great restaurants and lots of nature in a not too nature-y kind of way.  And Bellatazza is there, only the best coffee shop I have ever been to in my life.  (sorry Starbucks).



Powell's Candy Store in Bend. A kids dreamland.






I know this is the third picture in a row like this one, but how could I choose?!?

Bellatazza iced coffee with a little sugar and cream.  Love.



This girl was a bike riding champ. 

This girl...not so much.  Still love her though!


Grandma and Kenzie on the lazy river.

Uncle Jeremy on the waterslide.





Snack time at the pool.

Sisters.


Grandma bought the girls' dolls swimsuits and sandals for the trip.

Grandma made their dolls nightgowns and slippers!



American Girl Store Visit!

The girls  have been saving for a few months to buy American Girl dolls.  They saved birthday money, sold toys they didn't play with, and did chores around the house.  About three weeks ago we went up to Washington to go to the American Girl store in Seattle.  The girls were so excited.  I was so excited for them.  Before we got to the store Makenzie had decided to get Molly and Madison had decided on Kit.  The girls loved buying their dolls.  I think they were a little overwhelmed at the magnitude of the store at first.  They loved finding their dolls and then looking at all of the accessories.  Grandma helped the girls get their dolls ears pierced and bought them a couple of accessories.   She also made the girls lots of doll outfits ahead of time.  I am so thankful for her talent!
 
I was not sure if the girls were too young for the dolls, but honestly I just couldn't want to wait for this experience.  I am so glad we didn't.  The girls love the dolls, they play pretend with them and dress them up constantly and want to take them everywhere.  If we had waited until they were older, it wouldn't have been the same.  They would still like them, I got mine when I was 9 and I loved her, but I am glad we got them their first doll when they were younger.







Getting their ears pierced.





Tuesday, August 6, 2013

I am a good mom.

I wish I could stop spending so much of my motherhood feeling inadequate.  Feeling like I failed for the day. 
 
Some of today's feelings of inadequacy:
  • I didn't get to that summer solar system craft project yet again.

  • We didn't do any fun activities today (we did decorate cupcakes but I didn't have them in aprons side by side with me in the kitchen whisking the batter and teaching them to crack eggs like the perfect vision in my head)  So even decorating cupcakes falls short in my mind.

  • I didn't clean or organize the house enough (I know it doesn't matter to the kids at all if their closet is perfectly organized, so why does it matter to me)

  • I didn't play with them enough

  • I didn't get them each enough one on one attention

  • Our schedule is too busy this week if I really do want to potty train Ellie

  • Kenzie's birthday party this coming Friday is really lame compared to last years

  • I am so behind on my blog and am not documenting enough memories (seriously, nearly every second of their life is documented up until recently...I think they'll survive adulthood with plenty of childhood to look back on)

  • I am not eating healthy enough or drinking enough water this pregnancy.  I couldn't tell you if I eat 1500 calories a day or 4500. 

  • I'm putting my kids in school next year, am I taking the easy way out?

  • I yelled at the kids today.

  • I am not in the Word enough.

  • I spent too much money this week.

  • I didn't do Kenzie's reading lesson with her even though she is begging to do them.  Why can't I take 10 minutes to sit down and do that.



 If I get to the end of the day and I've lost my cool with the kids, there are dishes in the sink, they kids fought often, and I was on the computer too much, I feel like a failure.   I don't know why.  In my mind a good mom is one who reads to her kids, tries to feed them healthy meals, listens to their concerns, lets them listen to their favorite cd in the car for the 1000th time, makes them feel extra special on their birthday, kisses them goodnight and tucks them in to bed, teaches them that God loves them and we need to love others, admits her mistakes and tried harder the next day.  Okay mission accomplish then.  So why then the nagging feeling of inadequacy?  Why can't I just admit that I am a good mom.  Why do I get to the end of the day and reflect on all that I did wrong instead of all that I did right? I might fail at keeping my cool or organizing my kids closet. But I am a good mom. I am not a perfect mom and that's okay. I am a good mom.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Brazil 2013 Post One

I wanted to blog sooner about our trip to Brazil for those of you who were praying for us.  Since getting back from Brazil 10 days ago we have moved into a new house, and are busy prepping our old house to be rented out.  Busy times here in the Thorp household.  Busy, but blessed!

Let me preface by saying that I could blog for days about this trip and its impact.
 
We left for Brazil on June 20th, in the afternoon.  Our team consisted of Larry Allen, Josh and Stephanie Thorp, Kim Bell and Christine Buck.  We flew to Chicago and then onto Sao Paulo.  I had never flown on a plane overnight.  I know it was a mission trip and I should be positive, but it was horrible.  I even had an entire row to myself and it was still horrible.  All night we kept hitting turbulence causing the flight attendants to come through the cabin to make sure seat belts were on.  If you didn't respond they would physically wake you to check.  This happened 10-15 times.   For some reason the air on the plane completely dried out my sinuses to the point that it was painful.  All night flights are  not one of my favorite things. But I am thankful for safe travel and the fact that we arrived on time.  Immediately after arriving in Sao Paulo we made the hour drive out to Camp California.
 
We stopped at a truck stop type place on our way out to camp to buy bottled water and get something to eat.  Sure we had just had two "full" meals on the plane, but for some reason we were still hungry. ;)  I am not proud to say that my first meal in Brazil was Coke and French Fries from a restaurant called "New York".  Though, ice cold Brazilian Coke cannot be beat and it became a desired commodity for our team through the rest of the trip.
 
We got to camp in the afternoon and the kids were scheduled to arrive that evening around 9pm.  So different than the way we do camp in America, where we wouldn't think of arriving at camp at night like that, it's past kids' bed time...  During the time that we were in Brazil there were protests against the government taking place throughout the country.  Often protesters would block the major highways and roadways stopping all traffic.  Unfortunately this happened the night the kids were supposed to come out to camp.  I can only imagine how heart broken the children were.  Many of them were already loaded on the bus when the were told that they would have to go home until the next morning.  It would have been easy to grow disheartened at this sudden change in plans.  We purposed not to grow weary, and to instead pray for the kids and the circumstance.  We also welcomed the extra bit of rest that night.  :)
 
Many of the children that come out to Camp California have never been outside of their favela (slum).  This trip is the only trip many of them will ever take outside of their neighborhood.  When the kids arrived, the energy level at camp went through the roof.  The kids were thrilled to be there and didn't seem to have let the change in plan affect their outlook.  We jumped into our first of 4 sessions on the story of Jonah.  Josh spoke for all 4 sessions, in Portuguese.  While I could not understand a single word he said, I am confident that he did an amazing job.  We also led a craft time, game time, small group time and group activity time for the children.  During their free time many of them played soccer and swam in the pool.
 
One thing I noticed quickly after the kids arrived was how nicely they were dressed.  To be honest I was expecting rags, or filthy clothing.  What I found out later was first, the brands were all knock offs, if not knock offs then likely stolen by someone, and second, the outfit they wore to camp was likely their nicest of very few, if any other clothes.  When we saw some of the same kids later in the week during our visits to the favelas, they were often in the very same outfit the wore to camp.  Brazilians take pride in their appearance no matter where they live or where they come from.  You would never see people going to the school or the store dressed in sweats or pajamas as seems to be the trend here. 
 
I was amazed over and over throughout the week at how hard the Restoration Ministries staff and the many volunteers work each day, often six days a week. The cooks at camp were all volunteer, they cooked delicious meals (seriously delicious!) and were in the kitchen much of the day cooking for the 60+ people at camp.  They didn't have fancy stoves or equipment.  They didn't have prepackaged food to assist them in their efforts.  They pretty much had large pots and spoons.  There wasn't even a dishwasher to wash the plates, cups and utensils that were used at each meal.  Everything was done by hand.  And they do it all to show the kids love, and to share with them God's love for them.  A love they might otherwise never experience.
 
On Saturday night we had a huge bonfire and smores.  It was insane.  Crazy insane.  Opening those bags of marshmallows and chocolate unleashed a frenzy like I have never seen before.  People were literally getting poked with sticks and fire was flying in the excitement to reach the smores.  I am sure it was comical to watch as our team tried to communicate with the kids in a vain attempt to find out if their was their first, or second or fifth smore that they were intensely begging for.
 
During the last session their was an invitation to accept Christ or rededicate their life.  I don't the number of children that came up.  It was a lot.  I am not so naïve as to think that this was a first time decision or rededication for many of these kids, but it was real.  It was emotional.  Language barriers did not prevent us from experience God moving in the hearts of these children in real and powerful ways.   Each child was prayed for by a staff member of volunteer.  We can only pray that they continue to listen to the prompting of the Holy Spirit through the many oppositions they will face in their lifetime.
 
 
 
 
 
Camp California is beautiful.  It is stunningly beautiful when compared to the deplorable conditions in which these kids will likely live their entire lives.  God knew exactly what He was doing when he created this place and destined it to be used in the capacity that it is being used today.