View from the Prairie Box

Moriah at Please Pass the Salt picked me for 7 Things. I rarely do memes, because I’m silly like that, but I couldn’t shake the thought of 7 random things that you. must. know. about Rebecca Tredway. And now that I’ve said you must know this information, I’d like to delete the whole post. Ha. Here goes…

1. I have a “funny” yawn, as Livia so accurately stated this morning. Some of my yawns end in a little burp.
2. In general, I don’t like fruit muffins but love chocolate chips ones (which we all know are called cupcakes).
3. I dream about theater on a regular basis. Most often I’m either auditioning or late for an audition, and my beloved high school theater teacher Carol Svoboda is always present.
4. I have never interviewed for a job. (This says little-to-nothing about my job skills, but quite a bit about providential timing.)
5. I can’t mow in a straight line to save my life. I also can’t cut in a straight line.
6. I can recite “The Friendly Cow” (Robert Louis Stevenson) from memory but I don’t remember memorizing it. I can also quote 1 Corinthians 13 in its entirety and I remember staying up all night in 6th grade with Kara Zwartverwer trying to memorize it and other scripture passages in an attempt to earn $20. Turns out, our youth leaders were kidding about the $20.
7. I believe I am better at almost everything at age 30 than I was at age 20. Apart from being quite skilled at studying as a 20 year old (simply because I had to be), I am now a kinder person, a wiser wife and mother, and overall slightly less of an idiot than I was at 20. By that account, 40 looks better every day.

**If your blog is listed on my righthand menu, consider yourself TAGGED. Therefore go ye peoples and have some random fun.

Apparently, Crazy-Eyed Smiles start when one turns four.

This final pic shows my mini-zookeeper at work. Around the goat pen there are moms coaxing their children to feed the goats then keep moving. Afterall, the rest of the zoo is awaiting. But my little zookeeper had other plans, so I settled on a bench with my camera, cell phone and imagination. Livia loves animals and insects. Sometimes I wonder if she’ll grow up to be an entomologist.

Dear’s Rest achieves, I believe, the best of both worlds when it comes to cabins in the woods and bed and breakfasts because it is both. Tucked away from the hustle and bustle of city dwelling, nestled deep in the Ozarks, this B&B offers privacy and solitude for guests. When you make a reservation you know that you’ll have an entire cabin’s worth of space to yourself—no sharing that clawfoot tub with strangers and no flimsy door between you and the honeymooners next door. However, Dear’s Rest is not just a cabin, it is a full-functioning bed and breakfast. If you’re enjoying a stay without your four year old, you just might awaken to Linda and Allan in the kitchen, creating one of their masterpiece breakfasts. (If you’re sleeping with your four year old, you’ll probably wake when the sun begins to peek over the horizon. “Mom, the sun’s out,” when translated, means “Look alive, Mom. Open your eyes, sit up and get out of bed!”)

And the breakfasts, oh, the breakfasts! Day one of our vacation included Linda’s specialty, fruit compote, a gigantic plateful of heart-shaped waffles with golden pecan syrup, a salsa & cream cheese omelet (now I’m drooling again), bacon and fried potatoes. For those who enjoy reading about food, I’ll continue… The next day we ate broiled grapefruit (seriously delicious), English Muffins Extraordinaire, fried potatoes and orange julius (the best I’ve ever tasted). The final day, the morning Jeremy and I held back so we wouldn’t go into food comas on the drive home, we oohed and aahed over a platter of sweet rolls, sausage, those delightful fried potatoes, and a cheese souffle. So so good. Tonight I’ve eaten a full dinner at home and I still wish I could take on one of Linda’s breakfasts.

We did attempt activities other than eating. After praying for sunshine in the days leading up to our getaway, we enjoyed a warm Sunday afternoon in the new pool (new-to-us at least, it wasn’t there ten years ago) and spent some good time splashing and wading in Bull Creek. When the heavens opened up and the downpours began, we played in the sleeping loft and watched Babe, the same movie Jeremy and I watched at Dear’s Rest on our honeymoon. For the life of me I can’t tell you why we watched that particular film when no children were about, but there you have it.

We even managed to bring a bit of the Ozarks home with us. A matching set of ticks: one for Liv and one for me. [shudder]

Last Saturday we drove 400 miles and parked in front of this tree. After 10 years of married living, we returned, this time with daughter in tow, to our honeymoon destination in the Ozarks. The weekend was fun, relaxing, peaceful, and just what we needed. Stay tuned for more blogging on Dear’s Rest.

After my last haircut Livia told me I looked like ElastiGirl. And while wearing Liv’s birthday mask (something she’s warming up to, something I predict will be lots of fun to her in the future) I felt like a superhero. There’s just something exciting and daring about the mask… I felt like I was up to something great as I wiped down the kitchen counters, ran laundry to the basement and snapped photos of my amazing super self.

How did people make fools of themselves before blogs? Did anyone ever really have fun before public embarrassment?

Last weekend I had the privilege of working backstage for Studio 139’s dance recital. And let me tell you something, there’s just nothing cuter than little dancers. (I should know; my own tiny dancer about knocked my socks off with cuteness each week during lessons. But then we took her out of dance because sitting in another mommy’s lap during class just didn’t seem worth the tuition.)

Here are some tap dancin’ girls backstage during rehearsal. I love it that they were practicing on their own accord, without their instructor present.

The dances were beautiful—this one may have been my favorite. The girls danced on pointe to music by Furusato-Nanbu Morioka and it was really lovely. They did a wonderful job.

Sometimes the stagehand got a bit bored during dress rehearsal and started doing silly things, things like photographing herself in semi-dramatic poses. This shot reminds me of my grandmother Iola. If she had been young in the digital age she totally would’ve taken shots like these.

Many congrats to Joie for putting on such a wonderful show. It was amazing and I’m excited for next year.

While eating breakfast, I thought I heard Livia say, “Nasty!” while shaking her finger. (Don’t worry, Mom, it’s not what you think it is.)

Me: What’s bothering you?
Liv: The Rice Krispie. [pause] It’s MASTY.
Me: Masty, eh?

God help me, I know I should correct her, but I can’t help it. I’ll just giggle now and let Jeremy straighten her out.

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A few days ago Livia and I enjoyed ice cream on the front porch while Jeremy was gardening out back. We heard a monstrous sneeze over the roof of the house to which Livia replied, “Bless you, Daddy!” We heard back: “Thank you, Liv!”

Me: How did you know that was Daddy?
Liv, after thinking for a moment: Because I love him.

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Finally, though I thought I was simply being thorough, Livia accused me of being too “wough” while washing her hair. So if my child’s head stinks a bit in coming days, please know I’m just trying to avoid being labeled as “wough.” I want to be known as a gentle mom.

NARAL makes my stomach churn. I can’t help but think of my body in Fall 2006, how I got to hear my baby’s heartbeat at 8 weeks gestation, then listened fearfully only to hear silence a week later. With sadness I think of my miscarriage and I wonder how it’s considered a right to actually stop a baby’s heart from beating. How is that okay? Why do we celebrate a fetus’s first movements in the womb and in the next breath say that’s it’s okay to abort a human being of the same age? Baffles me.

NARAL has endorsed Barack Obama for president. And why not? Clearly, the candidate is pro-choice.

Boo to NARAL.
Boo to Obama for supporting abortion.
Boo to this presidential election.

Here’s a pic of me and a few of my favorite moms… (Later I’ll post a pic of my mom-in-law Karen after we celebrate with her.) That’s my mom Claudia on the left and my sister-in-law Kristin in the middle. Kristin graduated from Creighton on Saturday with her Master’s—yay, Kris!! Graduation ceremonies, albeit long and fairly uneventful, always impress me. All these people who’ve worked so hard to achieve their goals, celebrating together in one room, preparing to fill the workforce as tomorrow’s teachers, lawyers, counselors. It’s almost enough to make me want to go to grad school. Ha.

Mother’s Day was awesome. Jeremy took all household responsibilities off my shoulders and gave me a blessedly relaxing day. I loved every minute of it. Remember that baking cookbook I wrote about? Now I own it. Thank you, Jeremy!

After a few busy weeks of activities at church, Renae’s baby shower, Livia’s 4th birthday, and the weekend of celebrations, I feel like life is free to get back to normal. Well, as normal as it can ever be!