April 20-27

Sorry that this post is late.  Last Monday and Tuesday we had church in the mornings and I had a rehearsal and a concert at night.  Wednesday we spent visiting the Kleins and Thursday I left for an overnight conference in Cincinnati.  Friday was a rehearsal dinner, Saturday was a wedding, Sunday was Gretchen's birthday party, and Monday was doctor's appointments and taking Jacque to the airport.  More about Sunday and Monday in next week's post.  This one should get you through the wedding, though.  :)

On Thursday, Gretchen turned ONE!  Bryan and I got lots of texts (which made us feel very popular, even though they were for Gretchen) and there were even a couple of phone calls.  When I let Gretchen field her own calls, Olivia was immediately jealous and stated that it was her birthday, too.

Gretchen plays peek-a-boo regularly now.  She used to require a prop such as a blanket or towel to assist her, but now she has learned that people will react if she puts her hands in the general vicinity of her face and then pulls them away triumphantly.  She also waves good-bye deliberately.  I wasn't sure a few weeks ago if she was waving or not, but this week I know she means it.

In yet more Gretchen news, she's standing all the time.  She pulls herself up on things, lets go, and grins at everyone in the room as if to say, "See how talented I am?  I can do this standing trick!"  I've also watched her get to standing in the middle of the floor (with nothing to pull up on), which was THE major turning point in Olivia's walking progress.  No steps yet from Gretchen, but we can tell they're coming soon.  :)

Olivia spends her time narrating the day in song.  Also making sure I stay on task, as illustrated by this recent conversation:

Olivia: "Mommy, where are we going?"
Me: "To the store."
Olivia: "Yes, we need bananas.  We better go to the store to get bananas."
Me: "We can get some bananas."
Olivia: "And milk.  We don't have any milk."
Me: "Yes, we will also get milk."
Olivia: "Uh-oh!  And we don't have any cereal!  We better get some cereal."
Me: "Actually, there's more cereal downstairs."
Olivia: "Oh.  Okay, we will go to the store to get bananas and milk."

We have a swingset (I think I mentioned that last week) that Olivia loves, and this week we got a swing for Gretchen so that she can enjoy it as well.  Olivia delights in pushing Gretchen in the swing.  Bad news for Olivia, though: she's 2, and therefore doesn't always think things through.  She was pushing Gretchen one day and stopped to examine a bug that had appeared near her foot.  While she was crouched down, Gretchen's swing made its way backwards (as is to be expected) and destroyed Olivia.  She got a bit of a fat lip and a small cut on her mouth.

My conference on Thursday was the Great Homeschooling Convention in Cincinnati.  Much to Bryan's dismay, I think I found my people.  After I got past the fundamentalists and even-more-socially-awkward-than-me types, of course.  My friends from Lima went, too, and it was nice to get to hang out with them.  Most of the sessions that I attended were applicable to parenting as well as homeschooling, so I was able to learn from them but Bryan still has reason to hope that I might not be totally sold on the whole homeschooling idea.  :)

I left the conference early on Friday because I had to make it back in time to pick up my family and head to a rehearsal.  Bryan's sister, Keshia, got married on Saturday, and we all had a part to play.  Bryan was a groomsman, as well as official escort to the two adorably poufy flower girls (one of whom *cough Gretchen cough* couldn't walk yet).  I was the music, and Jacque came in to be the cantor.  Olivia had a hair appointment on Saturday morning, and I painted her nails to match her dress while she waited for her turn.  Two hours later (after they'd finished the bride and bridesmaids), Olivia sat very still in the chair and DID NOT CRY (although she didn't look particularly pleased with the situation) while all of her hair was curled to look like Shirley Temple's.  She even got a little braid like the big girls to hold it out of her face.  Both girls did well for the service, Olivia had a blast dancing in her big dress at the reception (until the actual dancing started, and then she decided it was too crowded), and I'm sure there's a picture of them somewhere.  :-P  When I find it, I'll put it up.

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April 13-20

Happy Easter!

Did you catch the Bonus Post?

This was a pretty busy week because of all the Holy Week services, but since we were in church all the time, we don't really have any adventurous stories.  Here's a quick update on everyone, Justine-style.

Gretchen:
-Had a couple more teeth poke through this week, so she's up to 9.
-Has been experimenting with sounds, which makes her quite amusing to listen to.
-Missed her morning nap most of the week, but usually made up for it with her afternoon nap.  I expect she'll try to drop it completely soon.
-Made friends with the old Greek lady at church while I chanted.
-Has been doing more standing recently.  She's quite proud of this newly acquired talent.

Olivia:
-Loves to run.  And jump.  And twirl in circles.  But mostly run.
-Is very excited for the warm weather and all the outside opportunities it presents.
-Thinks "birdhouse" is a synonym for "building."  For example, when we drop Bryan off at work, she talks about how he "went in the big birdhouse."
-Helps chant "Lord, have mercy" and "Kyrie Eleison" with me.  Also "Alleluia."

Bryan:
-Built (put together) a swingset in the backyard so that Olivia has something else to explore this summer.

Johannah:
-Fixed the sink.  It had stopped draining, but a Google search revealed that it's easy enough to check and empty the p-trap before calling a plumber.
-Has a plan for a garden this year!  It involves boxes on the driveway...

We went to Michigan this weekend to spend Easter with Oma and Opa.  More on that next week.

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Bonus Post: Flashback -- April 16, 2010

Useful to know: By 2010, Bryan and I had both graduated.  He was living with his parents in Ohio, and I had just moved into an apartment near the Eastern Michigan campus.

It was Friday, April 16, 2010, and my roommate, Danielle, and I were just settling down to a late dinner and a movie on the couch.  It had been a long week.  Suddenly, Danielle received a phone call and, as was her habit, jumped up to take it in her room (actually, part of me remembers her usually taking phone calls wherever she happened to be at the time, but she must have taken them in her room often enough that it didn't strike me as odd in this particular instance).  She came back a few minutes later and said that it had been our friend, Antoine, on the phone.  Apparently he and his on-again/off-again girlfriend were off-again.  I asked if he needed ice cream, and she said he was already walking to Starbucks to meet us.  (No, Starbucks doesn't have ice cream, but it does have strawberry smoothie frappes of deliciousness.)  I went to find my shoes.

Two minutes later, we were booking it across campus (because, as anyone who has walked with Danielle knows, she only has one speed, and it's fast) to the Student Center Starbucks and complaining that Antoine could have picked a slightly warmer day to fall apart.  As we passed through University Park, someone came up the steps from the lake.  This is not an uncommon occurrence, so my eyes had already moved on before my brain realized that this particular person deserved a second look because he was wearing a tuxedo.  That IS uncommon.

The person in the tuxedo was Bryan.  I went over to say hello, and Danielle turned and started to walk away.  There was some major confusion on my part as Bryan said, "Thanks, Danielle," Danielle said, "No problem," and I said, "What about Antoine?"  Danielle walked away, looking back over her shoulder to say that she'd made up the part about Antoine.  I found out later that the earlier phone call was from Bryan, and he was telling her to get me over by the park without alerting me to the fact that he was involved.  Apparently the story about Antoine was the first thing she came up with.

Bryan and I went walking back down the steps towards the lake.  When we reached the bottom, he took a deep breath and began singing As We Stroll Along Together.  Bryan never sings (at least, he didn't then; now he sings all the time because Olivia requires it).  By this point, I knew what was going on.  We walked to the middle of the bridge, and he got down on one knee to propose.  After I said yes, he finished his song.  We walked back to my apartment while calling our families to share the news.

This is where the story gets hilarious:  Danielle had NO IDEA what was happening.  She left me with Bryan and walked back thinking, "Aw, I wish I had a boyfriend who would come surprise me wearing a tuxedo."  When she got back to the apartment, she got another phone call, this one from Antoine (really, this time).  He started asking if she was anywhere near us and if she was getting a good picture.  Danielle finally realized that Antoine was apparently lurking in the bushes near University Park, but had missed the actual proposal.  This led to a second realization: THERE WAS A PROPOSAL HAPPENING!  And she had also missed it.  She immediately started jumping up and down in the kitchen and excitedly waited for us to get back.  When we did, she took the only engagement picture we have.

We gathered a group of friends together and went out to Bubble Island (a bubble tea/smoothie place) to celebrate.

This is the only engagement photo we have.  It was taken by Danielle in my apartment about 20 minutes after Bryan proposed.

Danielle took photos of my ring the next day:

April 6-13

Last Saturday, we took Olivia to a bounce house.  It was inside a giant indoor amusement park that made Alison, Stephanie, and me cringe as we walked through and caused Bryan to get excited about the prospect of bringing older children to try out all the other cool stuff available.  There was a toddler section of the bounce house, so we took the kids back there and let Eva and Olivia run around and have a grand old time.  Eli cared less, and Gretchen didn't even acknowledge the presence of bouncy things because there were other toys to explore.  Afterwards we all went to lunch and decided that this was an outing that could be repeated.

Side note: We went to Chipotle for lunch and three kids' meals were purchased.  Eva and Eli split one, Olivia ate about half of one, and Gretchen ate her entire meal and part of mine.  :-P

On Sunday, Alison and I ran a half marathon.  Our goal was to beat two hours.  The weather was cool, but sunny, so we didn't have to get ridiculously bundled up.  The sun was especially appreciated since the whole end of the previous week had been rainy.  About three miles in, Alison got a bad cramp and told me to just go on without her, so I let all my racing instincts take over and picked people off for the next ten miles.  I finished in 1:54:30 and then walked back along the course to stretch a bit and sprint the last quarter mile in with Alison.

I have been told that my Uncle Jon ran a half marathon the same day but finished 9 minutes faster than I did.  After much consideration, I've decided that it wasn't a fair race since I didn't know he was running.  Also, I would have been almost done with my race by the time his even started, so there's an obvious advantage to him.  Perhaps we need a rematch.  :-P

Backing up to when Alison arrived at our house...  She got in late Thursday night.  Olivia was already asleep, so we figured that she'd just notice Alison in the morning like she usually does.  At two in the morning, I was awakened by wailing.  I walked through the living room, tripping over something on the floor, and made my way to Olivia's room.  She started babbling about how she needed her dog, no not THAT dog, the one in the living room.  Ali had it, apparently.  Confused as to how she even knew Ali was here, I went back to the living room and located the giant dog.  It turns out that the dog was what tripped me as I stumbled through the first time.  I returned the dog to its home in Olivia's room and went back to bed.  Fifteen minutes later, I had to go back and put the dog back in the living room.  Ten minutes after that, Bryan had to go move Olivia's stuffed monkey to the living room to join the dog.  It's a wonder Alison got any sleep at all.

In the morning, we heard Alison's side of the story.  Apparently she woke up to a scraping noise as the chair by the computer desk moved.  She saw a two headed shadow, and turned on the lamp to better illuminate her hallucination.  Olivia was standing by the computer, clutching her dog (this dog is bigger than Olivia, by the way; I'll have to take a picture).  Alison said something, and Olivia walked over to the couch, threw the dog on top of Alison, and ran back to her room.  Alison pushed the dog onto the floor, thus setting up the trap that I would walk into, and turned off the lamp.  Cue Olivia's wailing.

Okay, back to updates.

Gretchen knows the song "If You're Happy and You Know It."  Whenever Olivia starts singing, Gretchen starts clapping her hands.  Then she skips the foot stomping to go straight to shouting hooray.  She throws her hands in the air and says, "aah."  The following minutes are spent alternating between clapping and shouting hooray.  :)

One of Gretchen's favorite games recently is "liquid."  She finds a relatively soft spot (the couch is perfect, a bed will work, and the bounce house had some toys that were adequate) and begins flopping around like a fish out of water.  She doesn't check to make sure a parent is watching her edges, so she's going to hurt herself one of these days if she ever gets up to a soft spot unsupervised, but for now, she loves it.  She stands and flops and rolls and crawls and face-plants and giggles and generally has a fantastic time.

And a quick update about Olivia: Olivia understands "first" and "second."  ...I think.  She uses them correctly, so I assume she knows what they mean.  She can also count to 13 and she's started doing puzzles (although she needs help with the latter).  She makes up songs about everything she does and is often a whirlwind of crazy two-year-old energy.

We're with Bryan's parents this week since I have symphony.  This means that I have no pictures to share with you right now.  I'll add some once we get home, though, and remind you next week that they exist.  :)

March 30-April 6

March madness is happening, which means the Barhorsts (yes, all of us) filled out brackets.  The event was not as involved as last year, mainly because Olivia is old enough to talk and Gretchen is less methodical in her selection of Cheerios than Olivia was.  It took us several days, but the beauty of letting little kids fill out brackets is that they don't pay attention to the games, so you can spill over into the tournament a bit and it doesn't matter.  Bryan and I were very careful to let them choose whichever teams they wanted, even if those teams had already lost.  :-P

My mother tells stories of how I used to put plaid shirts with striped shorts and justify it by pointing out that "they both have pink."  Olivia did something similar the other day, except her justification was even more sketchy: she showed up in a shades-of-pink camo skirt and a long-sleeved, red and purple striped shirt, and said, "Look, this has buttons and this has a button."  We then had a talk about how having buttons in common didn't mean they matched.

Gretchen has reached the age where she travels around and looks for small things to pick up off the floor.  More often than not, her first instinct is to put said small things directly in her mouth.  If I'm paying attention, though, I can hold out my hand and she'll bring whatever she picks up over and give it to me.  When we're downstairs in the chapel, this second scenario happens more often.  In fact, Gretchen seems to have devised a game which consists of her crawling over to the corner, pretending to pick something up, crawling back, and depositing a small pinch of air into my waiting palm.  She also has moments when she enjoys pretending to pick something up and then looking at me as she puts her fingers in her mouth.  Most of the time her sleight of hand is indiscreet enough that I can tell she didn't even touch the ground when she "picked up" whatever it was she found.  :)

My mom makes blankets for all the grandbabies.  The blankets are colorful on one side and soft on the other, with little tufts of yarn poking up all over the place.  They're like the ones she made for Justine and me when we were small.  Back when Olivia was favoring snapkins and kleenex over blankets, mom made a small matching square of the same material for Olivia to carry around.  Since then, each baby gets a normal sized blanket and a travel sized blanket.  :)  Gretchen's blanket material was bought before mom made Olivia's little square, so she started with just a normal sized blanket.  Then, when mom went back to the store, it was discovered that Gretchen's material had been discontinued.  After much discussion, mom and I decided to get a similar material and just use that for Gretchen's square.  Of course, other things came up and the material sat around gathering dust...  So finally mom sent it home with me, in hopes that I'd finish the square before she would.  After three months of letting it gather MY dust, I finally made the square.  Mom, this project is complete (except for the yarn tuft in the middle of the square, which you'll have to add the next time we visit).  :)

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March 23-30

One beautiful day last week, we decided to go to the playground.  It was, predictably, swarming with children (because who wants to be cooped up with their kids at 5:15 on a Friday that also happens to be the most spectacular day we've had since last fall?).  The last time Olivia went to the playground, she still required help climbing up things and coaxing to come down.  Not so anymore.  She was a whirlwind.  Her feet hit the ground running and she spent an hour racing from one slide to the next, climbing the plastic rock pile, and riding the dinosaur individual see-saw things.  She even tried hanging from the monkey bars for about a second and a half before deciding they weren't for her.  Bryan hung back a good six to ten feet (a distance that makes us all so proud, especially given that some parents were right up in the faces of their four-year-olds, narrating every move), just walking around and keeping Olivia in sight, and Gretchen and I sat off to the side and picked up all the grass and dirt that had the temerity to stick out from under our blanket.  Gretchen tried to sample the grass and dirt as well, but her mother took mean pills that morning and wouldn't let her eat the local flora.

Do all children sleep folded in half, or is it just mine?  Olivia slept flopped in half with her head next to her feet all the time.  I remember trying to get pictures, but being unsuccessful due to the darkness of her room.  Gretchen does not prefer this sleeping position nearly as much, but sometimes when she is sitting up and looking for her pacifier, she will just collapse forward (instead of laying back down) when said pacifier is reinserted.  It looks incredibly uncomfortable, but both girls seem to sleep fine...  (Side note: Olivia does not sleep like this anymore.  It must only be comfortable when your legs are short enough that your feet are pressed up against your cheeks.)

Gretchen has learned that the best way to convince me that she's really ready to get up is to hand me her pacifier.  What better proof than to voluntarily relinquish the plug?  Sometimes she'll just spit her pacifier into her crib as I get closer, but most of the time she takes it out of her mouth and holds it up to me when I reach down to pick her up.  If she's in an especially good mood, she'll wave it at me as I come through the doorway.

And speaking of waving, Gretchen does.  I guess we don't do a lot of waving in our house, because I hadn't noticed her doing it, but one of the ladies at church has been waving at her during the weekday services, and Gretchen waves back.  She has a very similar motion that we think is her version of crossing herself.  Waving is horizontal, crossing is more vertical.  :)

My choir is finally up and running!  I've been drafted (for lack of a better word) into the position of choir director at church.  Never mind that I have two small children or that we miss one Sunday a month, minimum (to visit my family).  They know I'm musically competent, they know I care enough to like having a choir, and they appear to only even attempt to organize one on the days that I'm at church.  So I finally took it upon myself to start making things better.  I reorganized the books so they're more intuitive, I found music that had printed notes instead of hand-scribbled ones, and I made sure all the books were fully equipped with English, Greek, and phonetics.  After several weeks of false starts (because we didn't have enough people, because the organist was late, because the sky wasn't quite the right shade of blue that day...), I finally got people to come stand in the front with me and tossed them in.  Baptism by fire, that's my method!  "Here are the new books, sing in English instead of Greek, and oh, by the way, it's Lent, so half your music is wrong anyway."  We struggled through the service and then had a rehearsal on Wednesday to iron some things out.  Now that I've got the choir going, I plan to be there one more Sunday and then abandon them for four weeks in a row...

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March 16-23

Last week's post finally made it up.  Check it out here.

Gretchen cut another tooth last week, bringing her total up to 7.  She would love to get some molars, if only so that she can better chew all the food that she eats.

Olivia has graduated to using a regular cup all the time (except for by her bed).  She only spills if she's not paying attention and drinks too fast.  She tries to drink one handed and/or while walking, but her mother usually spoils her fun and requires her to stop moving and use two hands.

Possession is apparently a verbally difficult concept.  Here are some Olivia sentences from this last week:

"Leeba will pick up my shoe and the girl will put it on."

"She wants she's blanket."

"We got to get in we car."

Olivia sings songs about her daily routine.  The other day, she came up with this one about the chapter books that she's supposed to leave on the shelf: "Don't touch the books, don't touch the books.  High ho the dairy-o, don't touch the books.  But I want to read a book, I want to read a book.  High ho the dairy-o, I want to read a book."  She also made up a song when Josef and Alison visited about how you have to say your prayer before you get up from the table.  It even had an Amen chorus.

I didn't know it at the time, but it turns out that I married Bryan for his Excel prowess.  I've been looking into buying some food in bulk and have been checking prices at various places.  I had a messily written, scribbled all over piece of paper with prices on it and decided to organize it into an Excel sheet.  I figured that I could manage the function that would calculate the price per pound of everything for me, but I wanted to have my sheet automatically tell me which store had the lowest price (and update itself if I changed anything).  Not knowing if this was even possible, I asked Bryan.  He told me it was incredibly quick and easy, sat down at the computer, typed in some complicated formulas like they were no more than the ABCs, and voila.  Then he decided to add colors, as well as an automatically generated shopping list off to the side, complete with a "Create Shopping List" button that I can click whenever I update something.  It's so cool.  :)

Our attic has been getting progressively more cluttered.  Part of the problem is that we keep getting more stuff, but most of the problem is that we just put new items in the first available spot instead of organizing them.  During Gretchen's nap on Friday, Olivia and I went upstairs to tackle the second part of the problem.  Our attic is now organized and open again.  :)

I recently convinced Bryan to join me in a wardrobe downsizing challenge (side note: it turns out that the way to improve your chances of getting Bryan on board with a project is to present it as a challenge).  We're keeping enough clothes to make it through at least a week, but no more than fit in half a dresser each.  The rest of the clothes are being boxed up and put in the attic for when we wear out what we have.  The extra dresser we free up by doing this will either go to the girls or up in the attic to be saved for the girls.  I'm also hoping that this exercise will enable us to share a closet so that we can use the remaining closet for other things.

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March 9-16

Last Friday, the girls and I piled into the van and abandoned Bryan for a week to visit my family.  We were feeling a little under the weather, but I was assured that James was also coughing out his lungs and that Justine's boys were similarly afflicted, so we decided to go share the germs.  Besides, I had plans!

Jacob and I spent the whole week working on getting the hymns for Holy Incarnation done.  They like to have musical accompaniment for the hymns they sing, but the availability of said accompaniment is spotty.  I had been manually transcribing hymns into Finale (a music writing program), emailing them to dad, and then waiting to hear back about any problems.  This project started out well, but I got behind when Gretchen was born and gave up instead of recovering.  :/  The last time I visited, I though of a plan: record the hymns on my viola.  I talked Jacob into donating his Spring Break to my cause, and we were in business.

Recording went well.  Jacob and I went to church every day, locked ourselves in our makeshift recording studio, and played.  Well, I played.  Jacob listened and manned the computer.  Justine was able to help with some of the recording at the end of the week in order to provide variation.  We did about 80 hymns completely from scratch and found the rest of the hymns on a website that specializes in providing canned music for small churches.  Now we just have to finish editing the ones we found online...

The girls survived my absence all week, although Olivia did shut herself in her room all day on Tuesday so that she could alternately look forlornly out the window and lie on the bed staring at the ceiling.  It didn't help that she wasn't feeling well AND woke up especially early that morning.  We finished recording a little sooner than planned and took Wednesday off so that everyone could recover.

Wednesday was a snow day for all the school-goers (which was especially upsetting since Tuesday was beautiful, run outside, all you need is a light jacket weather), and Justine and her boys had arrived the previous evening, so the house was a zoo.  Olivia appreciated having William and James to keep her company, Gretchen appreciated the fact that Edward is smaller than her, and both girls became confident enough in my continued presence that they finally let go of me and went off to play.

I disappeared again on Thursday, but not for nearly as long, and the presence of their cousins helped both girls cope.  Friday and Saturday went quickly as well, and Jacob and I declared the recording studio closed.  We took down the "Do Not Enter" sign and everything.

Sunday afternoon, we packed everything back into the van and retraced our steps.  We got home around 7:15 and Olivia and Gretchen were oh-so-happy to see their Daddy again.  :)

And speaking of Bryan, he was apparently bored after about 11 waking hours of "Bryan time."  Luckily, he worked all week, so that kept him busy while we were gone.  He claims that he also managed to get ridiculously good at his latest favorite computer game.

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March 2-9

Early Monday morning (about 4 am, to be more precise), Bryan propped himself up in bed and said, "Olivia, go back to bed."  At first I thought he was talking in his sleep, but that's not really something Bryan does.  Then I heard some movement, and a small voice said, "I went potty in the potty."  I hopped out of bed and went to go convince Olivia that she was fabulously talented, but still needed more sleep.  When we got back to her room, she began talking in a borderline-hysterical voice about a "clouda pillow."  Noticing the abundance of stuffed animals on her bed, I assumed she meant "crowded pillow" and cleared some of them off.  She still refused to get into bed, continuing to carry on about the "clouda pillow and the blankets."  Maybe she was cold and needed another blanket?  No.  I finally convinced her to climb into her bed, but as soon as she got there, she started looking around on her pillow and under her blankets.  Maybe she was looking for a specific blanket (she's been switching up the blankets she uses recently)?  No.  Suddenly, it clicked.  "Clouda pillow" was "caterpillar."  She must have had a dream about a caterpillar on her blankets.  As soon as I verbalized this, she got noticeably calmer.  We finally came to the conclusion that the caterpillar was gone (that was my contribution), and that she would be safe if she put her pillow on the other end of the bed (that was Olivia's contribution).  Having flipped all of her bed parts around, she curled up under her blankets and went back to sleep.  I went to bed, amused that caterpillars were the stuff of nightmares.  I guess I can't talk much, though, because my parents used to have to chase chipmunks and dogs out of my room in the middle of the night.

Gretchen likes baths.  It happened gradually, but she now enjoys sitting in the tub and playing with toys, especially if Olivia is present also.  I'm not sure she'll ever like them as much as Olivia does, but she's content to be bathed several times a week.

Josef and Alison came to visit for our card club last week.  Alison and I took turns training on my treadmill while Bryan schooled Josef in old video games.  We also played cards, although it was a close thing.  The night before our card club was scheduled, one of our couples called in sick.  Since card club is dependent on a specific number of people, we began scrambling to find replacements.  As it turned out, everyone we knew was already busy and/or unable to make it.  Bryan finally found some people from work (who have been over for nerdier game nights before) who were willing to come even though they didn't know how to play euchre.  One crash course later, we successfully started and finished a card club.  :)

On Friday, the girls and I headed to MI for a week with my family.  Jacob and I have grand plans to work on a hymn project for the church.  I'm also hoping to get some psalm recording in with Justine and Josef.  Mom is babysitting all the little ones for us so that we can get lots done.  :)

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Bonus Post: 30 Before 30 Update

A record of my 30 Before 30 progress thus far.

1.  Genuinely surprise Bryan at least once.  February 15, 2014
2.  Record the psalms.  --I'm heading to MI next week to get a start on this.
3.  Run a sub-2:00 half marathon.  --Alison and I are training and it's going well.  Race day is April 6.
4.  Sell at least one thing I've made (at the Farmer's Market or on Etsy).
5.  Learn Spanish.  --I listen to Spanish CDs while I run on the treadmill, so I'm making progress here.
6.  Record all 6 cello suites.  --I'm hoping to start this one when I'm recording things with Jacob next week.
7.  Sew Christmas and/or Easter dresses for the girls.  --I have patterns!  I'm waiting until the girls are bigger to make them.
8.  Minimize (eliminate?) the need for disposable products in our house.
9.  Have a compost pile.
10.  Play with at least 2 professional orchestras.
11.  Go 7 days in a row without letting my temper get the better of me.  February 14-21, 2014  I'd gotten 6 days in a row a couple of times and then finally made it 7 (nine, actually).  I'm finding it easier to take deep breaths and move on, and I have a chart to keep track of my progress.  Next goal: three weeks.  That's how long it takes to form a habit, right?
12.  Make an honest attempt at clean eating/real food.  I've done some research and tried some substitutes and reached a comfortable point.  Do I care enough to use butter instead of margarine?  Yes.  Do I care enough to buy coconut oil regularly?  No.  Whole grain noodles and brown rice most of the time?  Yes.  Completely eliminate sugar?  No.  Homemade bread?  Yes.  Whole wheat bread?  Sometimes.  But often I appreciate the airiness that I can only achieve with a little bit of white flour.
13.  *Skipped because knowledge by some of my readers could skew the results.*  --Still a work in progress.
14.  Go on an overnight vacation with just our family.
15.  Grow a garden.
16.  Write a book.
17.  Sew a skirt that becomes my favorite.
18.  Volunteer to host campout.
19.  Go through RCIA.
20.  Attend Seekers' Group (similar to RCIA, offered by the Orthodox church in Lima).
21.  Complete at least 3 things on my (ever growing) Projects List.
22.  Start a soup kitchen.
23.  Make pectin-free jam.  Make up the recipe.
24.  Go on an overnight vacation with Bryan -- no kids.  --Scheduled for our 4th anniversary.
25.  Use up all the coupons Bryan gave me (I still have some from when we were dating).  --Slowly but surely coming along.
26.  Learn one of the 3 big concertos.  --I have music for two of these.  Now I just have to practice.
27.  Arrange a regularly recurring get-together with the Lima folk.
28.  Have a religious conversation with Bryan that doesn't end in tears.
29.  Make a new friend.
30.  Improve a stranger's day.
31.  (Because I thought of one more and it kind of fits in with several of the above goals)  Join a co-op.