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Special Report – Story Time

Do you have any idea how crazy it is for me to be able to take you to Story Time? I spent over 2 years of my life planning weekly Story Times in this very library. Nine months of that time, you were growing in my belly. 🙂 It’s such a sweet experience getting here, 2 years later – this place where you’re old enough (at least barely) to sit down with me and listen to a story, and actually participate in the song and dance and craft time. I know it’s weird, but it makes me tear up. I’m so grateful that God has given me this opportunity to be a mother, to get to watch you grow up and experience all these things, that I maybe even get to *teach* you a thing or two. It’s the most satisfying job in the world.

And I’m so proud of you for how grown up you are! We’ve been going for about 4 or 5 weeks now. I figured we’d just try it… even though it’s technically designed for pre-schoolers, you do really, really well. And luckily, my replacement at the library, Miss Julie, does a great job planning for a wide age-range making sure there’s lots of opportunities for moving around and participation.

Today I brought my camera and took a few photos so that we can remember what you look like at the beginning of your library days. On this fine day, you first perused a book about newest role model (apparently), Eleanor Roosevelt, while we waited for all the other kids to arrive and then joined in for some hokey pokey, and then listened to Miss Julie read some stories about Leaves.

We finished the event off with an awesome puzzle piece leaf craft. You love sticking things, so I slathered your paper with glue and let you go to town. Beautiful leafy tree, baby. Good job! So fun. 🙂

Kristy Berends - So fun! I take my little guy to storytime at our local library too and he loves it:) We’ve been going since he was 5 months old:) Very cute photos of your little lady!

Tot School – Pipe Cleaners Activity

This activity is the winner winner chicken dinner of everything we’ve done this month. You LOVE it. You spent a couple hours playing with it the first day and have given it at least 30 minutes of attention every day since. We keep all your activity bins in clear tupperwares so you’re able to point and let us know which one you want us to get down. This has been the choice 90% of the time this past week. And I didn’t have to buy anything I didn’t already have! Just a box of pipe cleaners and a couple of strainers (and some pony beads thrown in for extra fun). You have made some awesome creations this week. I showed you once, and you took it from there. Most definitely need to set up some more lacing activities. You are a fan.

Special Report – Harvest Festival!

It’s one of those controversial topics. Halloween. Do we celebrate it? I don’t want to spend a ton of time of it right now, but it’s worthy of a few minutes. It’s one of those questions where people draw hard lines and either fall into the camp of “why in the world wouldn’t you?” or “of course you shouldn’t!” There is a line somewhere between between legalism and a healthy respect for our beliefs, for God, refraining from compromise.

I don’t want you to miss out, but I want you to understand that there is a line somewhere that shouldn’t be crossed. Where is that line? The spiritual world is real. The occult is real. As real as God. And Satan is not a little dude dressed up in a red suit with a pitchfork who hangs out around a bonfire with a bunch of unsavory (but fun) characters drinking beer. He is the enemy of our souls. It’s a discussion – a lot of discussions most likely – we’ll have as you grow up.

I grew up not celebrating Halloween. Mima and Papi felt strongly that it wasn’t something that they wanted their kids exposed to.  Instead of participating in the holiday, we had our own family holiday where we turned off all the lights in the house and hung out in Mima and Papi’s room with candy and movies. Their room was in the back of the house so when we were all in there with the door closed, it would look  to people on the street like we weren’t home and no one rang our doorbell. We had a family night. They made it secretive and fun. I think some people think that sounds depressing or like we missed out on something. But I can honestly say that I never felt like I was missing out. Those family nights were really great. And we never actually celebrated Halloween. I respect my parent’s decision. I understand it. I’m glad they cared enough to find an alternative without compromising their beliefs.

Not everything about Halloween is inherently bad. Dressing up isn’t bad. Candy isn’t bad (well, not in moderation). Pumpkins and spiders and even black cats and a little make-believe aren’t necessarily inherently bad. I know the basics of Halloween’s pagan history, and I understand the pagan/occult heritage surrounding black cats. As many are so quick to point out, Christmas day has a pagan heritage as well. That doesn’t mean we’re celebrating its pagan roots. Yes, most of us educated Christians do know and understand that Christmas day isn’t actually when Jesus was born. Does that mean we aren’t going to celebrate it? Of course not. Some pasts are redeemed by the thing they’ve become, and Christmas is a beautiful day that represents and celebrates the foundation of our faith – that God became man and lived a perfect life on earth so he could die in the place of sinful man, conquer death, and restore us to a right relationship with himself. I am not a fan of legalism. I am also not a fan of compromise. I’m still trying to figure out how that works out when it comes to Halloween.

Every year Halloween becomes more evil, at least in appearance; that’s just the honest truth. It isn’t completely innocuous anymore. There are as many bloody body parts for sale (to eat, decorate and wear) as there are kitten ears and I’m not really okay with that. I don’t have any desire to celebrate or encourage the glorification of gore, violence, serial killers. And all of that has become part of the “fun” and humor of Halloween. Is that really funny? Those are the kinds of things I don’t want you to believe are okay, just because it’s what lines the aisles in Walmart.

And the occult aspects of Halloween are as real as they’ve ever been. Does that mean that everyone who dresses up and trick-or-treats is worshiping the devil and/or sacrificing animals? Of course not.

But it is our job as parents to educate you about the evil that is associated with this day (on a maturity-appropriate timeline), to give you a discerning mind and sensitivity to your own conscience. And yes, to empower you to have a good time too! It is my desire as your mother to raise you up with an ability to wisely decide about some of these grey areas for yourself while still protecting you from the decisions you’re not yet old enough to make. But the goal is not to give you rules and legalism and another reason to feel guilty. I want you to be sensitive to what God calls you to do. I want to keep an open dialogue with you to keep you on that path of sensitivity and discovery. Basically, what we’ve decided is to have honest conversations with you about these things and attempt to help you develop a mind that can one day decide for yourself. Turning our heads the other way doesn’t solve anything; it’s irresponsible parenting. Fully embracing everything that this controversial holiday has to offer – I think that’s irresponsible too. I pray God gives us wisdom to discern where the line is and not cross it.

The debate is much bigger than the couple points I’ve touched on. There are a lot more points to be made. It’s one of those debates that will never be resolved this side of heaven. There will always be people who disagree with any given stance.  This is just a discussion of where our minds are currently at on the subject. I’ll try to wrap it up for now.

We dressed up this year and went to the Harvest Festival our church puts on every year – an amazing, generous event attended by hundreds, maybe thousands of people in our community, for free. The community comes to church on this one night of the year for a TON of free candy, carnival games, and contests. It’s a fun, safe night – an alternative to trick-or-treating on the streets. Although they sneak through, evil and inappropriate outfits are strongly discouraged. I think I’m okay with all that. But I honestly don’t think that changing the name to “Harvest Festival” actually changes anything. And the last thing I want is to be seen as duplicitous – of having my cake and eating it too, a kind of self-justified hypocrisy. It’s still Halloween, just sans evil (at least as little evil as possible.) But so far, I think I’m okay with that.

So without further ado, here are the highlights of our Harvest Festival (evil-free Halloween) night in photos. You sure made a cute kitten. Love you, baby.

Special Report – Pumpkin Patch 2011!

You’re second trip to the pumpkin patch was a little more eventful than your first. Last year, you didn’t even have shoes on because you couldn’t walk. You were scooting around on your perpetually dirty knees, hehe. This year you did all kinds of stuff. You fed the goats, played in the Mickey Clubhouse bouncy house, and rode your first pony! You looooove horsies. I asked you about 5 times if you wanted to go for a ride and you said “Da!!” everytime. You let me set you down, buckle you in and you went around about 2 times before your horse (which you picked) decided to be the stubborn one and stopped moving. So the nice lady gave Moona a little smack and she took off a trotting, leaving you tumbling in her wake. You were dangling off the side of the horse by the safety strap for a few seconds before we were able to make it over and rescue you. Haha, not what we had in mind for your introduction to the world of equestrian fun. Up until that point you were fine. But that freaked you out pretty good. They gave us our tickets back so that we could try again later, but I asked you a couple times and the answer each time was a very certain head shake. You were done with kittybings for the day.

You have such a good Daddy, baby girl. I love watching the two of you together.  You helped him shoot pirates. This was your favorite part of the entire evening. Every time we set you down, you’d run back over to the pirate game booth. The nice man behind the counter even let you play for free once ’cause you’re so cute. Of course, Daddy won the game – he pretty much rocks at carnival games, especially shooting ones – and won you an eye patch to go with your pirate sword. He also won you a Nemo at the pingpong in the pond booth – and he even let me and you toss (waste) a few.

And here we are with you in a not-so-photo-friendly mood. Ahhhh, you have many years of forced family photos to come, hehe. I’ll overlook the grumpy face this year. Next year you’ll be old enough to understand the concept, so I’ll bribe you with ice cream. 🙂