Friday, December 14, 2007
Christian Michael Thorpe dedicated to the Lord at Manna Church
Thanksgiving dinner complete with turkey, stuffing, and pumpkin pie
Transition into Christmas with opening of presents involving a crazy treasure hunt and a nerf gun fight throughout the Thorpe home
"Apples to Apples" family game occupying the evening hours
A morning professional photography session at a horticultural garden with sunshine and 80 degree weather
"Some-R-Set" tournament (an unusual bidding card game, which has become the source of fierce competition between the sexes in our family)
Pizza and "Hit the Deck", another fast moving card game
Pancake breakfast at Branden and Brooke's new home
Bocce ball up and down the sandy knolls of Thorpe's yard complete with fire ants that unmercifully attack "sandlefooted feet"
Murder-Mystery dinner, "Til Death Do Us Part" with everyone in costume and character for an evening of laughter (Check out Rebecca's blog-www.rebeccathorpe.blogspot.com, for more details on this event, which was voted in as an annual affair)
May your holiday gathering be as eventful and fun.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Here is a recent picture of my grandson, Christian. He looks just like his Daddy, except for the big eyes, which definately came from his Mom. As you can see he is sporting an Iowa State "jersey". That is his Grandma Kate's alma mater. His uncle Branden would like to see him in a Bear's outfit, whereas his uncle Jacob would prefer the San Diego Chargers. But as far as Steve, his Dad, is concerned he should be wearing nothing but Denver Bronco gear!!
This coming Saturday Steve and Christian will meet for the first time. I will be video-taping this exciting event and will post it on my next blog entry. Be watching!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
"That the message of the Lord may spread rapidly and be honored."
2 Thessalonians 3:1
Maybe it is a question we should all ask of ourselves!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Rebecca and I have been on a journey to discover why he has been relatively unhappy since coming home. In the ER room of the local hospital, three weeks ago, he was diagnosed with GERD (gastro esophageal reflux disease). The symptoms were projectile spitting/vomiting after nursing and extreme fussiness about an hour after he ate. We were given a prescription to fill and sent on our way. We followed this visit with a trip to a new pediatrician who concurred with the ER doctor, but switched medications to one she felt was more effective. We went home confident that we were on the road to a happier baby. As the week progressed Christian continued to exhibit the same disturbing symptoms-intense crying & restlessness while adding other problems to the mix. He developed excema on his head and a rash on his cheeks. The medication seemed ineffective, although we were told it could take several days to see results. After a week of frustration Rebecca began searching the internet and for hours researched various other possibilities. When she came upon MSPI (Milk &/or Soy Protein Intolerance) we felt we had a "winner"! We guessed Christian might be intolerant to the milk protein in Rebecca's breast milk. To verify our theory we gave him one bottle of soy formula and-bingo-a sleeping baby! Now, Rebecca had a choice to make: switch Christian to soy formula or completely eradicate all dairy from her diet. She chose the latter and already, after less than a week, we are seeing dramatic results. It is a challenge to bake without dairy but I am enjoying the adventure of adjusting recipes and scanning the shelves of the local health food store for alternatives.
Now, even though we think we have Christian's health problem solved he continues to be quite demanding. Did you know that babies have distinct temperaments? I guess I realized that after raising three different children but I never read any literature on the topic. In trying to better understand my grandson I have been surfing through various articles on the internet. It seems that there are basically three types of babies.
1) the easy going, quiet, placid baby who adjusts quickly to new situations, is able to calm himself, reacts only mildly when in discomfort, & generally is in a good mood
2) the sensitive-slow to warm up baby who seems shy, approaches new situations cautiously, & responds quietly to hunger or discomfort
3) the active-fussy-high need baby who is continually in motion, easily distracted, hard to soothe when in discomfort, sleeps fewer hours, & demands much attention
Guess which category Christian falls into? You are correct if you guessed number 3! He is definately a hand full for BOTH mommy and grandmommy! But he is the source of great joy each and every day and we never stop thanking God for this special little boy!
Here is a recent photo of my little treasure. (Thank God for "binkys". They work wonders for the active baby temperament!)
Monday, September 24, 2007
It all began some thirty years ago when a mother asked her father to build a toy box for her three children. Since the father, a farmer by trade, was gifted with his hands and woodworking was an evening hobby he quickly set to work on this act of love for his grandchildren. He located a suitable pattern, cut out the sections from pine, then carefully assembled the pieces adding small wheels to the "undercarriage" to make moving the toybox around a room a breeze. His job was done. With pride he gave the toybox to his daughter, who set out to give it a coat of paint and a bit of character with decals and lettering. Once the paint was dry the toybox was ready for use.
Through the years this toybox held John Deere tractors and plows, cabbage patch dolls, legos by the hundreds, "My Little Pony" ponies, Chewbaca & various other Star Wars figures, as well as "dried up" play dough, broken crayons, and whatever else happened to be on the floor when mother said to "pick up the room". The toybox fondly remembers those days, knowing he was a valuable part of the family. But children don't stay young forever and there came a day when the toybox was ignored having been replaced by school books, a computer, and car keys.
Now, after years of being in storage, he finds himself in an unfamiliar place. Why would he be sitting in a garage beside an electric sander, paint cans and tiny brushes? It isn't long before the mother, who originally requested his "construction", a bit older but with the same smile, sits down beside him and begins to tenderly smooth out his rough exterior. Could he be needed again? Is it possible there are once more children in the house?
After several days of sanding, painting, and stenciling, the toy box is ready to take his place in the room of the mother's grandson! The words which have been stenciled onto the exterior of the toy box are character traits the mother prays will be stamped into the heart her grandson: love, hope, faith, believe, and joy. Contentment fills the heart of the toy box as he once again feels a useful member of the family!"
Now, this tale, although a bit silly, does remind me of the importance of family legacy. We all pass down things to our children. My father exemplified love, hope, faith and belief in the Lord Jesus Christ, and that, not the toy box, is his true legacy to his great-grandson! Thank-you, Dad!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
My morning begins with a "wake-up" lick from Ruthie, the yorkshire terrier, followed by a trip outside to accommodate her "needs".
Next I begin making coffee for my sleepy eyed daughter, who has been up nursing Christian a large portion of the night. I set the table for a hearty breakfast while she cuddles her son as well as her "jealous puppy".
The morning hours are occupied with such activities as bath time and laundry.
While baby and mommy nap, Grandma bakes bread and cookies, sure to please everyone, including Branden & Brooke who live around the block and frequently visit to hold their nephew.
The day is generally not complete without errands to run and baby things to buy. Christian's newborn sleepers were too big! We had to locate "just born" clothing for our little guy as well as more baby wipes and diapers. How many times a day can a six pound infant "fill" his pants? MANY!
In the afternoon I work on some aspect of the nursery. The letters are up and now onto the curtains and the toy box.
As the day winds down I get my evening hug and am rewarded with a smile! (Most babies don't smile at 2 weeks old but of course Christian is a prodigy!)
Thursday, August 30, 2007
At 3:00 a.m. on Monday morning, August 27th, Rebecca runs into my bedroom and proudly declares: "My water just broke!" Hunter is taking a week-end visit in North Carolina on his way back to India so he is in bed with me when we hear this startling news. Like a jet being expelled from the deck of an aircraft carrier we catapult out of bed in unison. While Rebecca e-mails Steve in Iraq I run around trying to gather necessary items for the hospital stay: pillows, exercise ball, music, cameras (both still and video), big white robe, snacks, overnight bags. As I walk out the door I feel like a jittery pack horse. We are whisked through the "check-in" gate on base, park at the main entrance, unload all the gear, and make our way to the doors only to find out they are locked! We stuff everything back into the car and drive around to the emergency entrance. Thankfully the door swings open and we follow the signs to labor and delivery.
Rebecca's friend, Chelsea, arrives to be the "second" coach. We get Rebecca settled in, give her back rubs, hand her ice chips, and quietly "cheer" her on through about three hours of fast labor. At 6:52 a.m. Christian coasts into the hands of the midwife and loudly protests the bright lights and cheers of joy. As he rests on Rebecca's tummy I am given the honor of "cutting the cord". Wow-could there be a more exciting moment for a grandmother?
Shortly after his birth his uncle Branden and Grandfather Hunter arrive at the hospital to hold the swaddled little guy. Christian's arrival was perfect timing for Hunter, since he was just ready to leave for the airport to go back to India.
God's timing is always perfect!
Rebecca and I are now enjoying the comfort of home with the addition of a cooing, crying, wiggling little angel. Ruthie, the resident Yorkshire terrier, is a bit jealous. She is no longer the center of Rebecca's attention, therefore I play dog sitter and entertainer much of the day. I even have had to share my bed with Ruthie while Rebecca nurses during the night and clean up Ruthie "acts" of defiance left outside of the nursery door. Oh, what a grandmother will do for her new grandson!
It has been fun sharing with each of you this special event in our lives. Please keep me informed on what is happening in your lives.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Change happens and we learn to adjust. Yet, there are other things that remain the same. I still give advice in the kitchen, while she still laps me in the 50 meter pool on base-even at 9 months pregnant! We still worship God together on Sunday in church and share ideas on projects-currently its the color scheme in the nursery. Pedicures are still one of our favorite luxury outings.
Life is a delicious medley of experiences; some hand-picked and others thrust on our plates. Are you finding joy in what is now being served to you?