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The Green, Green Grass of Home

Friday, March 19th, 2010

We whipped up some “official supporter” t-shirts as thank-you gifts for the people attending our vision dinners this month.  We thought we’d do a nice, spring-full-of-hope-and-brightness version, rather than the ever popular black t-shirt (and because people have been requesting it).   We decided on a bright white with Heaven Fest green (aka Jeanie-green) print.

Here is the green we had in mind.

 

www.heavenfest.com

See the groovy-70s green above?  That slightly yellow-er green that matches my computer???  Uh-huh.  That was the green I was expecting.

Here is what we got. 

 

It was such a unique green color I thought the t-shirt guy (who is w o n d e r f u l to us, btw) had invented it!  I think I’ll call it: Longmont Green.

But leave it to Stef and Wrex to turn it into a beautiful St. Patrick’s Day fashion statement.  They really did look bright and beautiful at our family dinner for Wrex’s wRunzas night!  You can hardly tell Stef is pregnant (due 8/9/10…how cute is that??), but Wrex is showing a little more.

 

How did Stef manage to match that Longmont green?  She is good!

We ate Runzas, aka Nebraskan Mystery-Meat Sandwiches, now known as Wrex’s wRunza’s and plopped on the couch for a family photo (everyone is there, but sadly you can only see Tredessa’s legs on the right, Rocky’s knee and Jovan’s pregnant belly on the left…guess we should have checked that…?), and ate lots of delicious desserts (Stef made 2 rolled ice cream cakes: a Reese’s PB and a mint-chocolate and Stormie did Andes-Mint-style Brownies)! 

Most everyone wore green (although I have never seen so many clashing shades of it in my life), so we pinched each other just because anyway. 

 

I call this portrait: Two bald guys in the kitchen.

Our planned entertainment of timing Jovan’s contractions was not to be.  But the grandbebes kept us laughing and the ‘wRunzas’ turned out, so it was a good night.

 

  

It’s not THAT KIND of snow!!!

Yes, it is snowing today – the day before spring.  But simmer down, people.  It has been warm.  It is not here to stay.  Do you know why it is here??? 

To make everything GREEN!

Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope!

Romans 15.7 The Message

I can live with that!

God spoke: “Earth, green up! Grow all varieties of seed-bearing plants, Every sort of fruit-bearing tree.” And there it was. Earth produced green seed-bearing plants, all varieties, And fruit-bearing trees of all sorts. God saw that it was good. It was evening, it was morning— Day Three.

Genesis 1.11 The Message

Grandbebes A-to-Z

Thursday, March 18th, 2010

A is  for Averi

   

Averi is sprouted ponytails and bananas and cream oatmeal with blueberries on the side.  She’s “I’ll do it myself” in her big girl panties and scrunchy-faced smiles.  Averi is red-flannel pajamas and cheeks that won’t quit.  She’s “Rocky?  Rocky!” when calling for her beloved daddy’s attention and she is 2 going on 32.  Already a pro at being a bit of a sassy, independant and directive firstborn, new baby Rhoades (due any second now) will already have her life’s itinerary planned out for her…by Averi.

But oh when she stops to have a little conversation and thens melts into you with a committed hug, {sigh} Averi…what a surprise!

G is for Gavin

  

G is for Gavin who is growing up fast.  He is all boy and football and friendship and freckles.  He has loose teeth and thick hair and he’s white, but that kid can jump!  He is responsible and organized and such a wonderful big brother.  He is 6 and he’s 1st grade and he holds my heart and my confidence like no other.  He is the firstborn, the firstfruit, the heir to it all.  Zealous and hard-working, he is always ready to tear into whatever project I have wondered about starting with his “let’s get to it” attitude.  And he said to me last Sunday, “Nonna, I sure wish we had some garden tomatoes.  Maybe this week we should start gardening?”

The boy is a genius, I tell ya!  He knows the best of everything and loves tomatoes like me!

G is for Guinivere

  

I love the flower girl.  And that is my Guini.  She tip-toes through the tulips and petunias and orange daylilies  right into my heart.  We play school and she ever-so-meticulously colors hers papers until there is not a naked spot left or until the washable Crayola marker she is using has run completely out of ink!  And while she works on her masterpiece, she peppers me with the important things in her life.  “Hey, Nonna, can I watch some Sprout when I’m done with this?”  “Hey, Nonna, can I have some popcorn?  Oh wait – do you have crackers?  I LOVE crackers!”  “Hey, Nonna, we got a trampoline and I can jump really high.”  

And a couple of weeks ago when I asked her if she got to eat some of the Oreo/chocolate-chip/milk-chocolate mousse I had sent to her house (leftover filling from Jovanie’s cake).  She clarified, “The cookies in pudding?”  An oversimplification, if I do say so, yet she warmed my heart with her enthusiastic review, “Oh, it was TASTEEEEE!!” 

G is for Gemma

  

For Gem-Gem, not only is everyone she meets her newest and bestsest friend in the world, everyone she meets is also an audience for her interpretive dancing, for she lives to make people smile with her art.  But not “Miss Hannigan.”   ”I don’t like Miss ‘Cannigan’, Poppa.  Miss ‘Cannigan’ is a bad person,” her little voice quivers in fright as she speaks of the orphange-woman in the Annie play.  Gemma is spunky and two, a little lamb and a tiny dancer.  She is cuddly and independant and will smile for any reason she can find.  She performs and she sings “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow,” with arm flailing exuberance.

She is our own Annie, our very own Fancy Nancy with maybe a smidge of Pippi Longstocking mixed in!  She makes my heart giggle!

H is for Hunter

  

Hunter’s a thinker, a little guy who reasons big.  He’ll argue his point until you give in by sheer exhaustion.  He is right when he’s right and right even if he is not.  He is as smart as a whip and smarter than most adults.  He will call you on every inconsistency, hypocrisy and duplicity.  The kid is cute and loves his cousins, his mama and the world.  He has already planned his life’s path to fly mission supplies around the world where he will be able to speak all languages fluently and touch the world for Jesus.  He is currently in love with theater due to his poppa being in Annie and enjoys theatrically answering “yes” questions with a big, long, loud, “You’re daaaaaarn tootin’!” 

When I said I needed to snap some photos for a blog post I’d written about them all, Hunter turned to Gavin with the wary look and said, “That’s what she always says.”  Hunter is the Little Prince, wise beyond his years, fit to rule the kingdom.

Soon?  Our alphabet will be turned upside-down with a brand-new bebe!  Any second now…

Dear Jovan~

Friday, March 12th, 2010

Dear Jovanie (and Rocky, too, I guess),

Baby Rhoades is due anytime.  And I know you are ready-ready-ready, but I am hoping you will wait until after your due date (the 20th)…just a smidge, mind you,  and stop taking all these walks and eating all these things your friends are suggesting to get your labor going.  I think when you understand my schedule, you will agree that waiting until March 21st or after will be best.

  • Tonight, fundraising dinner at The Stonebrook.
  • Tomorrow night, fundraising dinner at The Stonebrook.
  • Sunday-a day of rest.  I will need one, don’t you agree?
  • Monday-plan for next week’s dinners and some meetings.
  • Tuesday night speak at a mommy’s group at New Hope
  • Wednesday night:  Family Dinner for Wrex’s Wrunza’s on St Pat’s Day
  • Thursday night-taking some grandbebes to Annie for the last chance I will have to see it.  (Dad will be performing in Annie through Saturday)
  • Friday night another big ministry event
  • Saturday night, yet another “Heaven Fest is coming!!” fancy-schmancy event-party-thing.

Whew!

So, you see, Jovan?  Sunday the 21st is really the best option.  Don’t you think so? 

Haha.  I didn’t think you would!  : )

REALLY~ I can’t wait!  Cannot wait!!  In the midst of everything  happening, there is NOTHING more important to me than the arrival of GRANDBEBE #6!!  

 

  

And remember:  I tried to help!

Forever 21 at Flatirons

We did a hardcore shopping marathon last Sunday: Jovan and Averi and me, Stormie, Stef and Tara and Dessa.  I don’t like shopping much and Dessa hates it, but the company was delightful.  And we thought if we walked Jovan all over for hours and hours, maybe labor would start.  Nope.  Huh-uh.  Nothing.  Didn’t happen.  Just wore her totally out.  But we tried and got some cute stuff in the process.  So-that is something!

  

 

Watching and waiting and can’t wait for, you, sweet granbebe #6!!!!

Cake Buns

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

Baby Bottom Cake

Or Diaper Cake

 

Or Butt Cake

Or Can Cake

  

Or  Baby-buns Cake

Or Bottoms Up Cake

  

Or whatever.

5 pounds of MM Fondant (I am such a novice and not a sculptor, but people like fondant), over almond-bouquet buttercream over dark fudge chocolate cake (2-layer), filled with Oreo/chocolate-chip/milk-chocolate mousse.  Created the baby’s bum and chunky legs from Rice Krispie treats because the thought of wrapping cake pieces made me hyperventilate.  Averi’s feet were my inspiration.

Did it for Jovan, with love, as we anticipate new Baby Rhoades, to-be-born in 2 weeks. 

Ruth 4. 15 For [my] daughter-in-law, who loves [me] and who is better to [me] than seven sons….

Neither Tredessa nor Averi could resist tickling the feet.  The main cake, for size reference, is a 12″ cake, about 4″ high.  So the baby is sort of a month or so old maybe, but with big feet?  I don’t know…ever-so-slightly life-like in size…?

In Like a Lamb

Monday, March 1st, 2010

I HAVE HAD IT WITH WINTER!

I have maintained a fairly optimistic and positive viewpoint about winter this year, especially in light of the fact that we do live in Colorado and usually have very mild winters.  But this one has been too long.  Yes, I know other states have had it worse.  But two of Colorado’s snowiest months are October and March.  And since I have seen it snow in September and drop 50-degrees in 2 hours and snow in May then …aaaaaarrrrrrggghhhh!!!!!    I can’t take anymore!  I mean it!

 google image

If March freaking goes out like a lion (as my 2nd-grade teacher predicted would happen when March 1 has these lamb-like qualities and I always found her to be truthful and honest), I am going to scream bloody murder.  I need hot sun.  I need April showers and May flowers.  I need spring.

UPDATE 3.02.10~Oh.  So, good.  We are going to be in the 50s all week.  Fine.  I have  been heard.  Gavin told me Sunday he thought we should try to do some gardening this week and I think he is right!  Little man after my own heart…

“The hair is the richest ornament of women.” -Martin Luther

Friday, February 19th, 2010

The Martin Luther quote?  Yikes.  This could not be worse news.

Hair cut this week.  Actually left the shop pretty OK with it.  Unusual…  Ready to color, early before meetings.  Reeeeeally didn’t feel like going to Sally’s to buy the dye.  Look under the sink and find a red I hadn’t used in some time.  What a happy surprise.  I don’t even remember having this!  L’Oreal’s Mega-Reds, Intense Copper Red.  It is almost, but not quite full. 

Bingo!  There’s enough.  I’ll use it.  No muss, no fuss.

While mixing with the developer, it seems odd.  But I proceed.  I plaster, cover, go about my business.

Time to rinse.  The water runs off looking reddish enough, but not all that intense.  I pay no attention.  I wrap my head in a towel and gather things I’ll need for the office.

Time to blow dry.  Hmmm…does look intense, after all…dark.  I am humming, not bothering to look into a mirror as I dry, until the end.  Suddenly, my very own Brady-bunch-type-hair-dye-crazy-disaster-sit-com-moment.

What the…??  It is reddish brown in spots, grayish brown in others, dark brown in some and almost black in parts.  It is NOT. what. I. was. expecting.  Not at all. 

Should have looked like this, all over:

Instead:

  

It really is worse than you can tell here.  Hard-to-believe, but true.

As I shrieked, “What on earth?!?”  Guini assurred me: “It’s OK, Nonna.  It’s gonna be alright.”  And it will…unless I am seen in broad daylight.  In a dark room, sure.  Fine.

Dave says he likes it, shrugs it off and tells me this is what happens with so many daughters running a hair chemistry lab around here all the time (and they all claim total innocence and say it was probably expired and my own fault).

{sigh} I will have to find a way to fix it so all of my ”richest ornament” does not fall out.  Or I can become very nocturnal.

My Funny Valentines

Sunday, February 14th, 2010

NOTE:  To be able to view and pause photos a little more slowly, click on “View All Images.”  You can control it from there.

GAVIN, HUNTER, GUINIVERE, GEMMA, & AVERI ~ 

I love you my little Grandbébes. 

Happy days and love and kisses from your Nonna! 

You light up my life.  You are my sunshine.  All I ever need is you. 

Why do stars fall down from the sky everytime you walk by? 

Just like me they long to be close to you. 

I need you like the flowers need the rain. 

You made me love you and I’d be lost without your love. 

I can’t stop loving you.  I will always love you and I won’t last a day without you. 

Unforgettable-that’s what you are.  It’s impossible, I wish I had more than words to tell you…

And I love you so.  I don’t want to miss a thing. 

Somewhere out there, I must have done something good. 

I believe in you, my little grandbebes.  God only knows where I’d be without you. 

Don’t make me go on…because I could!

Love.

Love.

Love.

From NONNA!

(There are 89 images in the slide show…I can’t help it.  My grandbebes are soooo cute!)

20,000+

Thursday, February 11th, 2010

Tristan made a video for Stephanie’s birthday a couple of years ago, a re-enactment of a scene from “The Office,” where Jim is “conducting an experiement” in controlling Dwight.  Gavin was “Jim” and Guini was “Dwight.”  The only problem was that Dwight is an annoying jerk and Guini kept being so sweetly polite (like her Nonna).

 

Sometime after 11 pm last night, the views on this video went over 20,000!  Isn’t that cool?  My little grandbebes have brought joy to many Office viewers!  If you watch it, go RATE it (no less than 5 stars, s’il te plait!).

 

You may as well enjoy the video my kids made me for Mother’s Day that year, too.  It is my favorite Partridge family song ever.

 

Averi-Baby is TWO!

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Averi Jadyn~

Happy Birthday, sweet girl and totally terrific two-year-old toddler.  Oh what a hilarious joy you are!  Such a typical firstborn, ready to order your world, so prepared to be in charge of your new little sibling so soon.  You have that head full of big, beautiful hair and are head strong and know how things should be.  You have mastered the choleric-sanguine personality in your cheeky 34″ frame (with your 50 centimeter head circumference – though we suspect the doctor did not account for all the hair, or the unusually active, large and amazing brain-which runs in the family, ahem…).

Our current favorite activity, mine and Averi’s, is to watch babies laughing on Youtube together.  Averi calls the shots.  We have no more than laughed our heads off on one video when she has chosen her next choice from the suggested videos on the right column.

Averi: Nonna!  I want that one!  Do that one!

Me (seizing the opportunity for affection):  Ok.  You want that one?  Gimme a kiss!

Averi: Ok.  {smooch}

Then we watch the one she wanted.  And we repeat the process.  Over and over.  Good times.  She is my girl until Poppa walks in the door.  Then I cease to exist, but it is good while it lasts!

 

Girl, you are princess-pink-and-polka-dots,  rough-and-tumble-funny-girl and everything in between.  I love you bunches!

Happy Birthday, sweet baby girl….Nonna

Chia Dave

Saturday, January 30th, 2010

I wrote about Dave going bald for his role in Annie as Daddy Warbucks here.

   

Got these cute pictures of Poppa, aka Daddy Warbucks, with our very own little Annie (more commonly known as Gemma) and Sandy-the-Family-Dog.  And of Poppa-now-bald with grandbebes Hunter, Gemma May and Guinivere (who may or may not be tormenting the dog).

Meanwhile, Bryan-the-Blogger couldn’t resist messing with a photo of Dave because of what I wrote here.  This is Chia Dave.

Tsk.