Category: Grandchildren (Page 1 of 6)

Their First Rodeo

For the second time this week, our twin grandsons celebrated their first birthday by tearing into a cake, this time in front of several dozen family and friends. And they did not disappoint. By the time it was over, both Samuel and Elliott were up to their elbows in butter cream icing and had bits of cake hanging off their faces and sticking to just about every square inch of their bodies. The cow-print drop cloth was just big enough to contain the chaos.

The party was cowboy-themed: “This IS our first rodeo!” So I borrowed a pair of boots from Jim Tuttle, purchased a straw hat from Hobby Lobby for $11.99, and did my best to blend in. Here are the super proud grandparents. And Valerie and David with their precious boys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We held the party in the gathering space of the Jenks Church, where Valerie and David live and worship and serve with some of the best people I’ve ever met. Carrie-Anne and I continue to thank God for this congregation of his people and for the ways they have welcomed and embraced our daughter and her family. They are part of a real Christian community here where they really love each other, take care of each other, and truly enjoy being together. It’s a tight group, man. It’s a young and vibrant church, growing and serving, learning and proclaiming together–we love hanging out with them!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It looked like almost everybody at the party got to hold and connect with at least one of the boys–part of the beauty of having two of these little guys is that it cuts the wait time to hold one of them in half. We ate barbecue sliders and nachos, enjoyed ice cold root beer and Rice Krispie treats, and visited with a few far flung friends we don’t get to see that often. And we loved watching Elliott and Sam rip into those cakes. After about ten minutes, Elliott looked like he was slipping into a sugar coma and Sammy was deliriously singing to his cake. So, we called it. Hosed ’em off. Told everybody “bye” and put them down for their naps.

Early next week, they’ll probably be wondering why they haven’t been given a cake. What did they do wrong? Why did the cakes stop?

Peace,
Allan

Birthday Week

The grandsons turned one-year-old on Wednesday, so Whitney and I made the drive to Tulsa to meet Carrie-Anne in time for their first haircut, the birthday dinner at Hideaway Pizza (their favorite), and some birthday cake right before bed.

(Thank you to Valerie who gave the banner at the top of my blog a serious makeover last night while we watched the Rangers blow a 6-1 lead in the 7th inning.)

It seems like only four or five months ago when Elliott and Samuel were born 45-seconds apart early, early, early on a Tuesday morning in Tulsa. We sent David and Valerie off to the hospital with our prayers at 4am, and absolutely could not go back to sleep. Carrie-Anne and I just laid there on that futon in their sun room and talked about how, in just a couple of hours, all our lives were about to be dramatically changed. Turns out, we had no idea.

I didn’t know we would actually drive from Midland to Tulsa once a month. Every month. And that sometimes that meant two cars. I didn’t know how three or four weeks without seeing the boys could seem like forever. I’ve remembered how locking eyes with an infant and receiving a knowing smile brings me so much joy, and how little tiny arms stretched out to me immediately shifts whatever else I had in mind. We buy two of everything. Everything. I don’t even know how to describe the feelings I get watching Valerie love her own children. Watching her talk to them. Play with them. Take care of them. These boys and everything about them have filled a place in my heart I didn’t even know I had twelve months ago.

Just to complete the bit, here are the birthday pictures taken on the same jungle-themed blanket they came home in. These two who started out as scrawny little squids have grown into such active, smart, funny, adventurous little boys. Or, I should say, huge boys. They get their size from David’s side and it’s happening fast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are some pics from the haircuts. Sammy sat perfectly still for his while, of course, Elliott jumped and squirmed and wiggled through the entire ordeal. The lady who cut Sammy’s hair did it all by herself–not a problem. It took a team of four people to wrangle Elliott and hold him down for his. And the haircuts aged the boys by like four years! They looked like they were ready to start kindergarten!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, at the end of the day, the cake. White birthday cake with strawberry filling and butter cream icing. A single candle they both tried to grab, not blow out. And a massive mess all over everything. They loved it. They did everything one-year-olds are supposed to do with a birthday cake. A warm up act for a bigger performance at their birthday bash on Saturday. We should have used a bigger drop cloth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday to Elliott and Samuel! Two little rugrats. Two precious gifts to us from God’s grace.

Peace,
Allan

Brazil Bound

You are looking at the ten-day forecast for Campo Grande, Brazil, the home of SerCris Training School, which our GCR Church of Christ established almost 50 years ago and has supported in a variety of ways ever since. I and twelve of my brothers and sisters from GCR are flying to Campo Grande tomorrow for an eight-day mission trip to build tighter relationships and offer as much encouragement to the SerCris students and staff as we can. Among the many things we are planning to do together–worship, sight-seeing, World Cup parties, devotionals, painting classrooms, Texas Night–is a massive sidewalk removal and replacement project on the school campus. This is the centerpiece project of our trip, tearing out and replacing more than 1,800 square feet of concrete and stone pavers.

I have never once in my life ever prayed against rain and I’m not about to start now; that’s the kind of thing that’ll get you disfellowshipped from most Texas churches. But I am packing an extra pair of shoes and a waterproof jacket.

Our twin grandsons turned eleven-months-old yesterday and they are becoming more active and more expressive by the day. They couldn’t get any cuter or more adorable. But they are getting big and a little harder to contain. Happy Monthday, Boys!

Peace,
Allan

Tulsa Time with the Twins

The highlight of my month, every month, is walking into Valerie and David’s house, sitting down on the floor in the living room, and watching our grandsons Elliott and Samuel crawl across the floor, faces beaming with massive smiles, to attack me. They crawl and climb all over me, Sammy grinning and Elliott grunting with glee, and it’s the greatest thing in the world. They can’t walk yet or even stand up on their own for more than three or four seconds, but they know how to get a fistful of my t-shirt and climb up to my shoulders in a blink. I love these little guys.

We got the ten-monthday pics a couple of weeks late because Val and Dave were in Phoenix for a family wedding on Dave’s side. But here they are, ten months old, eating real people food in tiny bites, figuring out their more complicated toys, attempting to jump out of their high chairs, and playing chase with me on our hands and knees. They know how to open doors and cabinets, they love popsicles and bath time, and they’re both just incredibly cute and smart. Elliott is looking more and more like Valerie, while Sammy continues to be his daddy’s identical mini-me. And it’s all super fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They’re moving into a new house in a couple of weeks; still in Jenks, a little bigger, a lot nicer. And a working fireplace!

Carrie-Anne has her annual checkup at M.D. Anderson in Houston in two weeks, I’m leading a GCR mission trip to Brazil June 10-18 and C-A and I are going on a long vacation the last week of June, so I may not see the boys again until their birthday party the second week of July. Maybe.

The Rangers just completed a nine-game stretch against the three teams with the three worst records in the major leagues: the Astros, Rockies, and Angels. I was hoping Texas would go 6-3 during this span and get back into first place in the AL West. More realistically, I was expecting the team to go 5-4. Instead, the Rangers lost all three series and went 3-6, getting swept by the Halos while their fans were chanting for the sale of the team. Yeah, Seager and Wyatt are still out with injuries, but this offense is putrid. I’ve never seen a team leave double-digit men on base the way these Rangers do night after night. Texas is four games under .500 and two-and-a-half games back of the A’s. Kumar Rocker is on the hill tonight as The Silver Boot Series resumesĀ  in Houston.

Go Rangers.
Allan

Stories Along the Way

Scattershooting on a Friday morning while wondering whatever happened to Efren Herrera. And then a preview of our new sermon series at GCR Church.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If last night’s 5-4 come from behind win over Minnesota is any indication, the first round Stanley Cup Playoff series between Dallas and the Wild will not be for the faint of heart. It wasn’t a physical game; it was violent. Bodies were flying, haymakers were landing, teeth were scattering, and superstar players were getting tossed–at one point early in the third, there were five players in the penalty box at the same time. With home-ice advantage on the line for their already locked-in playoff pairing, it was fast, it was furious, and it was desperate–it may as well have been Game One. Dallas all but clinched the number two playoff seed and the home arena advantage for what might be a Game Seven, but a couple of question marks remain from the thrilling win: how do they stop Minnesota’s lethal power play and how badly injured is Miro Heiskanen?

The Rangers have officially now unveiled their new City Connect uniforms, which feature a darker, richer, almost crimson red, and pay homage to our Mexican roots and culture in the Republic of Texas. I don’t love it. I get the “Tejas” across the front, which is Spanish for Texas, but also goes further back to the O.G. Caddo word for “friend.” And the big block “T” on the cap hearkens back to the 1970s, which is pretty cool. But this whole look feels weird to me. The lace doily on the upper sleeve is strange and the cream-colored pants give the uniform an OU feel. Regardless, it is still a massive upgrade over the Peagle unis we’ve been subjected to the past three or four years. I only hope that monstrosity has been buried for good. The new “Tejas” uniform will debut on Friday April 24, two weeks from today. Meanwhile, the ten-game road trip that starts in LA tonight will tell us a lot about whether the Rangers offense is fixed or not.

Here’s the Easter picture of our two grandsons, Elliott and Samuel, and their parents taken after church in Jenks last Sunday. Clearly, Elliott was not inspired by the resurrection sermon. The boys turned nine months old this week and they are both crawling all over the place, they both have teeth, and they are both becoming very… um… verbal. Loud. Elliott is the instigator and, I’m afraid, Sammy is very easily influenced. They are hilarious, incredible fun, and a lavish gift of grace from our God.

I have failed to report on our family and church March Madness brackets, mainly because I’m embarrassed by my own personal showing. It was a very unpredictable tournament–everybody’s scores were lower than most years–but that’s no excuse. Carley’s husband, Collin, won our family bracket by one point over Whitney, so his winning entry is now prominently featured on the front of our refrigerator for one full year. I finished in a tie with Carrie-Anne behind Whit and Carley. We were all a little Duke and Houston heavy. I’m certain Collin will choose Texas Roadhouse for his celebratory dinner.

On the church side of things, Brenda won our ministry team bracket pretty easily. See what happens, Brenda, when you don’t pick Texas Tech to win it all? I wound up in the middle of the pack, which isn’t that unusual. But I finished behind Cory, who’s never watched a college basketball game in his life! Humiliating! Not only that, Ashlee finished in last place, behind Andrew, who picked Virginia Commonwealth to win the title! One of the most unpredictable tournaments in recent memory, but Brenda had it figured out.

We’re beginning a new sermon series this Sunday at GCR that we’re calling “Stories Along the Way,” featuring eight parables our Lord told while traveling on the way from Galilee to Jerusalem during the final days of his life. The stories are all found in what scholars call the “Travel Narrative,” ten chapters in Luke 9:51 – 19:27, detailed material about this journey that we don’t find anywhere else in the Bible.

Jesus tells these parables while he is on his way to Jerusalem, as he walks along the way to his death. These are the last stories Jesus told and he told them to show us the Kingdom of God.

The way our Lord teaches is not the way we’re used to learning. Jesus doesn’t hand out information as much as he re-shapes our imaginations. He uses metaphors and aphorisms, idioms and exaggerations, informal conversation and common slang. And Jesus spins these stories not to give us something new, but to get us to notice something we’ve overlooked for years. He talks in parables to get us to take seriously something we’ve dismissed for most of our lives.

He tells stories about farmers and judges, wedding banquets and runaway sons, growing trees and building barns. Some of these stories are very familiar and some are completely obscure. Some of these stories already dwell deep inside your heart and soul and some of them have only seared giant question marks in your brain. These stories shape us to live in the way of Jesus while we’re on our own ways from home to work, from breakfast to dinner, from a friend’s house to the grocery store, from Monday to Sunday.

So, pack your bags, strap on your best walking shoes, and bring an open mind. Open eyes and ears. An open heart. We’re following Jesus. And we’re being changed by his stories along the way.

Peace,
Allan

Twinning in Midland

How did we get so lucky? We’ve got the boys for ten days at our house in Midland!

Our son-in-law David is taking the bar exam tomorrow and Wednesday in OKC and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to bring Valerie and our twin grandsons to Texas for a week-and-a-half to give him space and quiet to cram. And it’s giving Carrie-Anne and me a refresher on what it’s like to have little infants around. Little rugrats. And, watch where you step! There’s two of them!

Both Elliott and Samuel have just recently learned how to hold their own bottles and feed themselves. That’s great. It would be really something if they could change their own diapers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, I took Valerie and the boys to Blue Sky as soon as I could. You think there’s a cheeseburger like this in Oklahoma? Even if they can’t eat the burger, even if they can only be strapped to the table with a couple of prop Styrofoam cups for a cheesy photo op, I know they could smell the Blue Sky burger. I know they were thrilled. The burgers at the original Blue Sky on Western Street in Amarillo were a life-changer for Valerie, so it was nostalgic for her. And a great joy for me.

Elliott is crawling all over the place. He can get anything he wants, as long as it’s on the floor. And he’s surprisingly quick. The coolest thing in the world is when I walk into the house after work and he crawls to me, stops right at my feet, and holds his arm up. Samuel, on the other hand, hasn’t figured it out yet. He can only go backwards. We don’t know why, but he only pushes himself backwards, he can’t get his booty up and his legs bent to go forward. So two or three times a day he winds up under a chair or a couch. And he doesn’t like it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They’re both eating baby food now like ravenous wolves. I’m not able to get the spoon from their mouths, back into the jar, and back to their mouths fast enough without them screaming at me. They love it, all of it–it doesn’t matter what vegetable, what flavor, what color.

Elliott likes to play rough, so I’m throwing him up in the air and slinging him around every which way, holding him upside down and rolling him on the floor. Sam is a lot more chill. He acts like he’s above everything, like he’s just observing the silliness around him and it amuses him. He giggles and laughs. A lot.

On Thursday, in only two and a half more days, I’m taking Val and the boys to Wichita Falls, the halfway point between here and Tulsa, where David will meet us for lunch and we’ll part ways to our respective states. Almost eight hours away from each other.

You people who live in the same city as your grandkids have got it made.

Peace,
Allan

 

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