Monday, April 26, 2010

Vallarta Anniversary Trip

A few weeks ago Mike and I enjoyed the most wonderful vacation to Mexico to celebrate our 10-year wedding anniversary! We had such a relaxing and refreshing time together. Although our anniversary is not until June, it worked out for both sets of grandparents to babysit in April. Weston and Elsie spent the week in Spokane with Mike's parents and Grace and Noah spent the week in Bend with my parents. Mike and I had 7 whole nights all to ourselves (insert Hallelujah Chorus here)!!!
We were able to stay at the Grand Mayan Resort in Nuevo Vallarta (about 20 minutes North of Puerto Vallarta). We agreed it's the nicest place we've ever stayed (thanks to my parents for the use of the timeshare)!
By the end of the trip we were ready to come home to "real" life and missed the kids so much. Although it was a fantastic vacation, it was good to be reminded how blessed we are in our day-to-day, normal life. Although being home is much more difficult and full of work it is also very rewarding and fulfilling!

All week it was about 85 degrees and sunny! I like this photo above because it shows all the beautiful, tropical plants that covered the resort.

This is a photo of our kitchen/dining area. We had a two bedroom suite with a kitchen and a jacuzzi tub. Our balcony wasn't ocean view but had a private little pool and patio chairs.

We went into Puerto Vallarta for half a day. It was nice to visit and see a few things but we were more interested in relaxing and reconnecting in our marriage than we were in sightseeing. In the photo above we are standing on the Malecon in front of Banderas Bay.
Mike was very impressed by this Seahawks poncho and wanted a photo (not impressed enough to buy it though).
This is the cathedral in Puerto Vallarta. Mike took this photo.

The beach at Puerto Vallarta.
These are some of the resort pools from the view on the 4th floor. There were about 6 different pools at the resort as well as a lazy river (pool river at the bottom of the picture). You could jump on an inner-tube and the current would take you around all the other pools. It was fun to ride the tube around, especially when the wave machine was on! There were also 2 wave pools, a water slide and a pool with a water playground for the kids.
Another photo from the 4th floor. This one shows the wave pools, lagoon, ocean, and the Mayan ruin which is actually the tower the water slide comes out of.

Lazy river picture.

This is the kids' pool/playground. There were lots of families with young kids vacationing here. We were glad to be there without kids this time but would love to bring them at some point.

Mike and I visited a little surfing town called Sayulita for another half day. It was about 45 minutes North of Nuevo Vallarta. It was very small and had a laid-back feel. I think they were going to host the Mexican long boarding competition there the next day. The church in Sayulita.

Mike enjoying the sunset at on the beach in front of the resort. The night before I took this photo we enjoyed the most beautiful sunset either of us had ever seen but we didn't have the camera with us. We brought it the next night but, of course, the photos don't do it justice. What a wonderful creator God is! I was reminded of my smallness and God's power as I watched the sunset.

One of our favorite days of vacation was the day we did the Outdoor Adventure Tour through Vallarta Adventures. The excursion started with a speed boat trip across the bay to a small village, we then loaded onto huge all-terrain vehicles and drove up into the Sierra Madre Mountains to the base camp. We were then all harnessed up into repelling/zipline gear and loaded onto mules. We rode the mules up into the mountains for about 30 minutes to the first zipline. Luckily, the mules do the trek 2 or 3 times a day so we couldn't mess anything up or steer them the wrong way. They did gallop a bit and try to pass each other on the path, but nothing too scary. From there we did about 10 ziplines and 2 repels. Let me just say it was SO MUCH FUN!!! We got to repel down the face of a waterfall and land in the pool at the base. We also zipped down into the river and later repelled straight down from a hanging catwalk. Mike and I felt safe the entire time. We were double-clipped onto the ropes and there were about 6 guides with our group. The last zipline ended right at the base camp where were could change our clothes. We were soaked from ziplining right into the water!
Unfortunately, we weren't allowed to take our cameras on the tour and decided not to spend the money on the professional photos they take. But take my word for it, Mike and I were pretty awesome zippers!
We are so thankful to the Lord for this special trip and for the 10 years of marriage He's given us so far. Lord-willing we'll be celebrating our 20th anniversary in another 10 years (the years seem to be going by faster and faster). We were pretty stunned to realize that on our 20th anniversary our kids will be 17, 15, 13 and 11. Yikes! Please pray for us over this next 10 years!

Monday, April 5, 2010

Keith Green Easter Song!

Thanks, Kara, for sending us the link to this video!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OEqavkJGCE&feature=related

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Resurrection Sunday Joy!

Happy Easter! Jesus is risen! Here are a few shots of our Easter activities. We had a wonderful Easter service at Gresham Bible Church this morning. Easter is my favorite Sunday of the year. It is so joyful to celebrate Jesus' defeat of death. We have a tradition on Easter Sunday before church to watch the very end of the Passion movie when Jesus walks out of the tomb with the hole in his hand. We all clap and cheer. It sets us in right frame of mind before heading to church to worship.

A mysterious bunny family came into our duplex yard on Saturday night and hid a bunch of eggs for the kids. We did a little detective work and found out it was the Mathews Bunny Family leaving some treats for the duplex families :)
Even Mike got into the action. A little bird told me he was deprived as a child and didn't get to do much egg-dying :)
The kids LOVED the process of egg-dying! They were only sad when we ran out of eggs.
The finished product!

My mom and I bought the girls their Easter outfits. We thought they were pretty cute with their matching flower barrettes :)
This was taken right before Noah threw the egg and broke it!
This is the same outfit Weston wore for his first Easter when he was not quite a year old. We have a similar shot with him reaching into the basket.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

First Haircuts

Tonight we did some firsts for Elsie and Noah. I took the girls to Great Clips where Elsie got her first real (not mommy cutting) haircut. She was very nonchalant about it until the hairdresser asked her to look down at which point she burst into tears and was offered a sucker. The sucker made the world right again, and the rest of the cut was a success. Grace also got a haircut and loved the attention. She's been to Great Clips before, so no big deal to her.
When we got home I set to work on giving Noah his first haircut ever. As soon as I fired up the clippers Noah started crying and backing away so I sat Weston down to show him how it's done. My plan was that Weston would smile real big and show Noah how enjoyable haircuts are. Instead, I accidentally gave Weston a little poke with the clippers at which point he started screaming like I had cut an ear off or something. Not pretty. It was all over at that point. I had to have Mike come in and help hold Noah down for his first haircut. Amazingly enough the kids all look decent and there was no blood at all! I do have to admit Moses was not so lucky when I gave him doggy haircuts. I can safely say I will never be a professional hairstylist or a dog-groomer.

I can't believe how much older Noah looks without all his baby hair! He looks like a little man!


Friday, March 26, 2010

Goofy Noah!

I took these pics yesterday of Noah in Elsie's tiger slippers. He was really hamming it up for the camera :) He is definitely our comedian and gets plenty of egging-on by the others!


Monday, March 22, 2010

Blogger Flunky

About time for my monthly post. I would love it if I were not a blogger flunky. Don't get your hopes up.
We took a quick trip to LaCamas Park this past weekend. The weather was so beautiful and the hike was perfect. We took a short hike around the lake. The path is smooth enough for a stroller for Noah (although there were some steep parts, Mike got a workout). It was even warm enough for me to be comfortable in short sleeves in March!
Here is Noah with Macy, my parents' new golden lab. She is one of the sweetest dogs I've ever met. Extremely calm and good with the kids. Noah would start calling for "May-ee" as soon as he woke up in the morning. At first I thought he was calling for me and my heart was so touched by his excitement for Mommy. But no....he loves the dog more.

Kyle came home from Afghanistan for 2 weeks in February. Unfortunately, he had to take his military leave only 1/4 of the way through his deployment. The kids enjoyed their time with Uncle Kyle and Aunt Haley. It was a good visit. Keep up the good work, Kyle!
Noah enjoys waffles and whipped cream. Mike gave it to him, not me!
Weston lost his first tooth finally! The tooth fairy was extremely generous and gave him $10 for his first tooth. The tooth fairy will not be that generous with the other teeth :) Weston did awesome and endured 4 tries at pulling it out with the floss hooked to the doorknob. The tooth needed to come out as the adult tooth was already completely in behind the baby tooth and was growing in crooked. I tried to get a picture of the toothless spot but I gave up after several unsuccessful attempts.
Very genuine smile :)

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Double Birthday!

Here are some photos of the girls' double birthday a couple weeks ago. Both sets of grandparents came down for the big party as well as Eric, Christi and Tim (uncles and aunt). Elsie wanted a Cookie Monster cake and Grace wanted an ice cream cake (see post below for video on ice cream cones). My mom made the Cookie Monster cake above (way to go Mom!) and I made the ice cream cone cakes (with help from family). If there is one thing I learned from the ice cream cone thing it's that I did NOT get my mom's talent for decorating with frosting. As I was attempting to decorate the cake cones I was having very strong negative feelings toward the lady in the video. They have got to have some special effects going on in that video because it was NOT as easy as it looked! The cupcake would fall apart as you tried to spread the frosting on. I think more cake and frosting ended up in my tummy than on the cone :) We did find out, however, that both Christi and Eric are quite talented at ice cream cone cake decorating (I'm sure this talent will come in handy quite often in their lives)!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Quote of the Day!

Grace:  "Mommy, if you raced a rock, you would be at the finish line and the rock would still be at the start!"
Mommy (laughing):  "Where did you come up with that one?"
Grace:  "In my brain."

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Sibling Time

Here are a few photos of homeschool and sibling time :)  I started a new basic homeschool schedule recently which seems to be working well.  I can post more it later, but thought I'd post a few new pics now.

Amazing Article on Suffering

Suffering well: Faith tested by pastor's cancer

By ERIC GORSKI, AP National Writer Eric Gorski, Ap National Writer – Sun Jan 31, 12:01 am ET

DALLAS – Matt Chandler doesn't feel anything when the radiation penetrates his brain. It could start to burn later in treatment. But it hasn't been bad, this time lying on the slab. Not yet, anyway.
Chandler's lanky 6-foot-5-inch frame rests on a table at Baylor University Medical Center. He wears the same kind of jeans he wears preaching to 6,000 people at The Village Church in suburban Flower Mound, where the 35-year-old pastor is a rising star of evangelical Christianity.
Another cancer patient Chandler has gotten to know spends his time in radiation imagining that he's playing a round of golf at his favorite course. Chandler on this first Monday in January is reflecting on Colossians 1:15-23, about the pre-eminence of Christ and making peace through the blood of his cross.
Chandler's hands are crossed over his chest. He wears a mask with white webbing that keeps his head still when metal fingers slide into place on the radiation machine, delivering the highest possible dose to what is considered to be fatal and incurable brain cancer.
This is Matt Chandler's new normal. Each weekday, he spends two hours in the car — driven from his suburban home to downtown Dallas — for eight minutes of radiation and Scripture.
At the hospital, Chandler sees other patients in gowns who get chemotherapy through catheters in their chests and is thankful he gets his in pills before going to sleep at home next to his wife.
Chandler is trying to suffer well. He would never ask for such a trial, but in some ways he welcomes this cancer. He says he feels grateful that God has counted him worthy to endure it. He has always preached that God will bring both joy and suffering but is only recently learning to experience the latter.
Since all this began on Thanksgiving morning, Chandler says he has asked "why me?" just once, in a moment of weakness.
He is praying that God will heal him. He wants to grow old, to walk his two daughters down the aisle and see his son become a better athlete than he ever was.
Whatever happens, he says, is God's will, and God has his reasons. For Chandler, that does not mean waiting for his fate. It means fighting for his life.
Thanksgiving morning, a normal morning at the Chandler home.
The coffee brews itself. Matt wakes up, pours himself a cup, black and strong like always, and sits on the couch. He feeds 6-month-old Norah from a bottle. Burps her. Puts her in her bouncy seat.
The next thing Chandler knows, he is lying in a hospital bed.
What Chandler does not remember is that he suffered a seizure and collapsed in front of the fireplace, rattling the pokers. He does not remember biting through his tongue.
He does not remember his wife, Lauren, shielding the kids as he shook on the floor. Or, later, ripping the IV out of his arm and punching a medic in the face.
During the ambulance ride, Lauren, 29, looks back from the passenger seat at her husband in restraints.
He is looking at her but through her.
She texts the women in her Bible study and asks them to pray.
At the hospital, Matt comes to.
"Honey, what happened?"
"You had a seizure."
He realizes that their two older children — Audrey, 7, and Reid, 4 — had seen it.
"Are the kids OK?"
Tears well up in his eyes.
"They're fine. They're fine."
He dozes off, wakes up and asks about the kids again. The same exchange repeats itself five times, always ending the same way, with Matt tearing up.
In short order, Chandler is wheeled back for a CT scan, followed by an MRI.
Not long afterward, the ER doctor walks in and sits next to him.
"You have a small mass on your frontal lobe. You need to see a specialist."
It was Thanksgiving. Chandler had not seen his kids for hours. He had collapsed in front of them. For whatever reason, those grim words from a doctor he'd never met did not cause his heart to drop. What Chandler thought was, "OK, we'll deal with that." Getting the news meant he could go home.
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Chandler can be sober and silly, charming and tough. He'll call men "bro" and women "mama." He drives a 2001 Chevy Impala with 144,000 miles and a broken radio. He calls it the "Gimpala"
One of Chandler's sayings is, "It's OK to not be OK — just don't stay there." In other words, your doubts and questions are welcome at The Village Church, but eventually you need to pull it together.
He's also been known to begin sermons with the warning, "I'm going to yell at you from the Bible."
Chandler's long, meaty messages untangle large chunks of Scripture, a stark contrast to the "Eight Ways to Overcome Fear" sermons common to evangelical megachurches that took off in the 1980s. His approach appeals, he believes, to a generation looking for transcendence and power.
His theology teaches that all men are wicked, that human beings have offended a loving and sovereign God, and that God saves through Jesus' death, burial and resurrection — not because people do good deeds. In short, Chandler is a Calvinist, holding to a belief system growing more popular with young evangelicals.
"Matt goes right at Bible Belt Christianity and exposes the problems with it," says Collin Hansen, author of "Young, Restless, Reformed: A Journalist's Journey with the New Calvinists." "He says, 'Enough of this playing around and trying to be relevant and using cultural touch points. Let's talk God's words.'"
Chandler's background does not suggest someone suited to the role. He grew up a military kid, drifting from Olympia, Wash., to Sault Ste. Marie, Mich., Alameda, Calif., and Galveston, Texas.
Chandler was taught that Christianity meant not listening to secular music or seeing R-rated movies. He developed what he calls a small and "man-centered" view of God — that God will bless people who are good. That began to change when a high school football teammate started talking about the Gospel.
After graduating from a small Baptist college, Chandler became a fiery evangelist who led a popular college Bible study and traveled the Christian speaking circuit. He was hired from another church in 2002 at age 28 to lead what is now The Village Church, a Southern Baptist congregation that claimed 160 members at the time.
The church now meets in a newly renovated former Albertson's grocery store with a 1,430-seat auditorium; two satellite campuses are flourishing in Denton and Dallas. Chandler has a podcast following in the thousands and speaks at large conferences.
"What Matt does works because it resonates with the deep longing of the soul the average person can't even identify," said Anne Lincoln Holibaugh, the church's children's ministry director.
Tuesday after Thanksgiving. The Chandlers meet with Dr. David Barnett, chief of neurosurgery at Baylor University Medical Center.
The weekend had brought hope: A well-meaning church member who is a radiologist looked at Matt's MRI and concluded the mass was encapsulated, or contained to a specific area.
But Barnett delivers very different news. He saw what appeared to be a primary brain tumor — meaning a tumor that had formed in the brain — that was not contained. It had branches.
"Matt, I think you're dealing with something serious," Barnett says. "We need to do something about it quickly. Go home. Talk it over with your wife. Pray about it."
Chandler is facing brain surgery. He schedules it for that Friday, Dec. 4
He is scared.
Questions start to haunt him. Am I going to wake up and be me? Am I going to wake up and remember Lauren?
The surgery begins around 2 p.m. A biopsy determines that it is, indeed, a primary brain tumor.
As far as Chandler knows, there is no history of cancer in his family. His tumor, like most others, was likely caused by a genetic abnormality, Barnett says. There's no way of knowing how long it's been there.
The surgeon is aggressive, pushing to remove as much of the mass as possible. It's in a relatively good place in the brain's "silent hemisphere," removed from areas that control most language skills.
The hospital has an intraoperative MRI, which allows surgeons to remove part of a tumor, stop, take a picture, look more closely, then go in and remove more. Barnett uses it twice during Chandler's surgery.
"You cannot be a timid neurosurgeon when you deal with these things," Barnett says later. "Your first shot is your best shot at treating this. I wanted to get as much of the tumor out as humanly possible, but I also wanted to be careful not to permanently injure him. It's a fine balance between the two."
Seven hours after entering surgery, Matt is wheeled to intensive care.
His head is swollen and wrapped in a bandage.
His irises are quivering.
Chandler wakes to Barnett's voice.
"Matt ... Matt ... Who am I?"
He knows the answer. Relief. His left side is numb. His facial expressions are frozen and his voice has no pitch, what doctors call a "flat affect."
This is all good, leading Barnett to believe he pushed hard but not too hard.
Each day after the surgery, Chandler gets better, stronger.
"The first four days were just ... not scary, but hard," Lauren says. "I'm wondering, 'How much of this will stay? How much of this will be normal? How much of this will be the new normal?'"
Tuesday after surgery. Barnett meets with Lauren and Brian Miller, chairman of the church's elder board. The final pathology results are not in, but Barnett shares what he knows — the tumor was malignant, fast-growing and mean.
Though he removed what he could see, such tumors send tiny fingers of cells beyond their borders — and eventually a branch will reach back and grow another brain tumor, Barnett says.
Barnett asks Lauren and Miller to keep the diagnosis to themselves for a week so Matt can concentrate fully on recovering from surgery.
On Dec. 15, Barnett shares the pathology results with the Chandlers. Tumors are designated by grade — with Grade 1 being the least aggressive and Grade 4 being the most.
Chandler's tumor is a Grade 3.
The average life expectancy in such cases, Barnett says, is approximately two to three years. The doctor says later, in an interview, he believes Chandler will live longer because of the aggressive surgery, treatment and Chandler's otherwise good health.
There's also a chance that "God smiles upon us" and the cancer goes into remission for years, says Barnett, a devout Christian.
Before the meeting ends, Matt prays that his children and others do not grow resentful.
"Lord, you gave this to me for a reason. Let me run with it and do the best I can with it."
Barnett says later that he's witnessed many tragedies and miracles. He has seen how people handle life-changing moments. He called Chandler's attitude one of the most amazing he's seen.
Chandler says learning he had brain cancer was "kind of like getting punched in the gut. You take the shot, you try not to vomit, then you get back to doing what you do, believing what you believe.
"We never felt — still have not felt — betrayed by the Lord or abandoned by the Lord. I can honestly say, we haven't asked the question, 'Why?' or wondered, 'Why me, why not somebody else?' We just haven't gotten to that place. I'm not saying we won't get there. I'm just saying it hasn't happened yet."
Later, Chandler clarified that. There was one moment when he looked at a Christmas card, saw a picture of a man who chronically cheated on his wife and thought, "Why not that guy?"
Chandler confessed to Lauren that his thoughts were wicked and wrong.
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Monday, Jan. 4, a month after surgery. Morning breaks with 4-year-old Reid singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" at full volume. Matt sits at his laptop in the dining room, nursing a cup of green tea.
He's preparing to drive to a homeopathic clinic for an infusion of Vitamin C to bolster the immune system, followed by the long drive to downtown Dallas for radiation. He's in the midst of a six-week program of radiation and chemotherapy, to be followed by a break and more treatment.
Chandler never thought such a trial would shake his faith. But until now, that was just hope in the abstract.
"This has not surprised God," Chandler says on the drive home. "He is not in a panic right now trying to figure out what to do with me or this disease. Those things have been warm blankets, man."
Chandler has, however, wrestled with the tension between belief in an all-powerful God and what he, as a mere mortal, can do about his situation. He believes he has responsibilities: to use his brain, to take advantage of technology, to walk in faith and hope, to pray for healing and then "see what God wants to do."
"Knowing that if God is outside time and I am inside time, that puts some severe limitations on my ability to crack all the codes," he says. "The more I've studied, the more I go, 'Yes, God is sovereign, and he does ask us to pray ... and he does change his mind.' How all that will work is in some aspects a mystery."
Since falling ill, Chandler has gotten letters from the governor and pastors in Sudan. He has tried to steer attention to others, including a 6-year-old Arizona girl with cancer.
At church, he has deflected sympathy with reassurances that this is a good thing, that he is not shrinking back. Chandler has preached the last two weekends and is planning trips to South Africa and England. He recently lost his hair to radiation but got a positive lab report last week and feels strong.
"The human experience commonly shared is suffering," said Mark Driscoll, pastor of Seattle's Mars Hill Church and a friend of Chandler's. "If he suffers well, that might be the most important sermon he's ever preached."
Chandler would rather this not have happened. But he is drinking life in — watching his son build sandcastles at the park, preaching each sermon as if eternity is at stake — and feeling a heightened sense of reality.
"It's carpe diem on steroids," he says.
At the dinner table on the sixth day of radiation, new normal looks like this: Reid in Spiderman pajamas. Peanut butter and jelly dipped in honey for the kids, turkey chili for the adults.
And peppermint ice cream.
It is a diaper changed, dishes done.
Matt Chandler takes his chemo pills and goes to bed, grateful for another day.
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On the Net:
Matt Chandler's blog: http://fm.thevillagechurch.net/blog/pastors/
Lauren Chandler's blog: http://themchandlers.blogspot.com/
Eric Gorski can be reached at egorski(at)ap.org or via Twitter at http://www.twitter/egorski