a meaningful hunt.

It is now a tradition to use Resurrection Eggs  to help Natallie understand Easter was not about bunnies that lay chocolate eggs but about a Savior that loves her more than she could ever know. Last year we kinda skipped Easter because we were throwing up in Cancun. Anyways, two years ago we did "the hunt" and both kids were so excited about doing it again this year...

We opened one egg every evening after supper.  Inside was an object that was part of the Easter story like silver coins that represented Judas betraying Jesus for 30 silver coins.

Natallie knew today was Easter and she burst into our room at 7:00 am, turned on all the lights and yelled, "its Easter! it's Easter!" 
Hallelujah, He is Risen so I guess I need to get out bed now too.

They hunted for eggs in our brand new faux grass front lawn.

Then we opened up the eggs to find the letters inside each egg and matched each colored letter to the color-coded paper to spell the 'secret message': JESUS IS ALIVE!

Celebrate! Hallelujah! He is Risen! Christ is Risen indeed!

I hope we can keep doing this every year until the kids think its stupid to look for eggs in the front yard. It's so much fun to look back at see how much they have grown and how much we are blessed.

Happy Easter!

Suprising Auntie Rainbee.

My sister and I are less than 2 years apart and from what we remember of our childhood, we really enjoyed being sisters. There was the time I accidently rocked her too hard on a teeter totter boat which landed her in the hospital but other than that our childhood was all happy memories or at least we forgot all the bad stuff. I remember playing house (the baby was always named Angelica), taking every kind of extracurricular activity today (you name it, we did it...even Circus camp...we seriously learned to ride unicycles together), complaining about Chinese school, and watching every episode of Full House together. We loved the Olsen twins, I remember wishing we were twins and we'd dress up alike and pretend to be twins sometimes.

It was so nice always having my sister to do new things with and always having a friend. I remember one time, we went to sleep away camp for the first time and we got so homesick, we tried to sleep on the same bunk together but our wicked camp counsellor told us we weren't allowed and we would break the bed (seriously? how much can two tiny Asian girls weigh?) I remember having to retreat back to the top bunk with Rainbow on the lower bunk and we tried to hold hands through the night.

Anyways, anyone who knows my sister knows she is awesome. She is now affectionately referred to as Auntie Rainbee to the kids and we decided to throw a surprise birthday party for her.

We got balloons and re-used Noah's "Happy Birthday" banner from his minion-themed birthday and the kids were so excited. She wasn't supposed to come to 5:45pm and I really shouldn't of told the kids to be on the look-out at 4:00pm because they just sat by the window anxiously waiting and by the time it was 5:45pm they had left their lookout duties but we managed to pull it off and all yell SUPRISE!

Oh and the cake! What a disaster! I was in such a frenzied state trying to get everything ready before she got there that I dropped the cake and the 5-second-rule-it's-still-good rule did not apply. It was not all good, it was all smushed on one side and the once legible "Happy Birthday Rainbow" in pink icing now said "Haonkalfdaosfhadshfn,jnayagfbjksdafbjkd"  I tried to fix it.  I put that plastic Happy Birthday in. This is what it looked like after I tried to improve it..  #FAIL

 Then Simon - who the kids refer to as The Fixer Upper was able to work his magic and made the cake look like this! I am so impressed. I married this man for a lot of reasons but I didn't know that fixing smushed cakes that neurotic wife had dropped on the floor was one of them! #WIN

I wasn't even going to tell Rainbow that I had dropped it but Simon deserved credit for his miracle work so I told her and then I showed her the picture of "nailed-it" fix job. That made everyone laugh. Glad I am good for at least that!

Happy birthday Auntie Rainbee! Thanks for being a great sister and a even better auntie.

sarcastic and honest thoughts on getting your preschooler to ski.

Age 3  (the fail at Big White)

1. Wrestle small child into thermal layers, ski pants, ski jacket, helmet, goggles, gloves.
2. Rest from the exhausting cardio workout.
3. Bring small child to ski lessons.
4. Ignore small child's requests that she only wants to ski with daddy and mommy. Take small child to 'preschool ski school'
5. Tall Aussie man with reflective goggles attempts to take small child to the bunny hill.
6. Small child wails and wails and wails.
7. Take small child away from tall Aussie man.  Small child is relieved and thrilled to ski with Daddy.
8.  $69.00 + tax for the lesson is non-refundable. Parent wails and wails and wails.

post ski school trauma

Age 4 (the redemption year)

1. Buy used ski gear. Let small child get excited about skiing by wearing skis around the house.

2. Notice big scratches on hardwood floor. Allow small child to only ski on small rug in the bathroom.
3. Go to Big White. Promise small child she will not be left with tall Aussie man this year.

4. Attempt to teach small child yourself. Experience some success running alongside on the bunny hill. However, realize that teaching small child to ski while on a snowboard is impossible.

5. Borrow your mom's skis that are at least one size too small.
6. Realize that you haven't skied in two decades and it is not like riding a bike. The skill does not come back.

7. Put small child in a hula hoop and ski down bunny hill with her. Praise the Lord that you didn't trip over your own skis and fall on small child.
8. Husband buys a skiing leash and teaches small child to ski while on a snowboard. Even manages to navigate small child on leash in the glades and not get tangled in a tree.Wife is dumbfounded how he does this. 

9. Return home with small child excited to keep skiing. Register small child for ski lessons at Grouse mountain with her good friend. Promise there will not be any tall Aussies there.

10. Small child loves her ski lessons. Moves from level 1 to level 3 after first lesson. Reward small child with over priced fries in cafeteria.

11. Continue with the next 3 lessons. Every time it is P.O.U.R.I.N.G. rain. Proud that small child and friend are happy skiing in ponchos and muddy buddy.

12. Last lesson, teacher takes small child down 'the Cut'. 14. I am almost teary in nostalgia because I still remember skiing down the Cut when I first took lessons at Grouse. *see excerpt from childhood diary below

14. Daddy takes small child skiing. Small child is beaming to show Daddy she can take the chair lift and turn and stop all by herself.

15. Realize of all the activities I want small child to be able to do (swimming, gymnastics, dance, skating) that being able to ski with her is one of the most meaningful because it was a family activity that I have such fond memories off all through my life (again see excerpt from childhood diary below). Therefore cue the happy dance that small child seems to be liking skiing as much as I hoped she would.

16. Buy small child and myself a seasons pass so we can keep making more snowy memories.

 17. Begin scouring Craigslist for skis small enough for a 2 year old....

*Below are excerpts from my childhood journal - apparently I couldn't spell very well and embraced the neon of the 90's

Jan 4 1992
We went skiing at Grouse. I have my own ski poles, ski boots, skis, and googles. My dad has all those things too. My mom and my sister Rainbow has everything exept the poles. We went down the Cut. That's one of the sort of steep ones. It is steep and lumpy and the snow are very hard packed. we ski down Cut. My sister and I jump over the lumps. My Dad and Mom trip over the lumps. Mom likes going down Paradise. It is not as long and lumpy. On Cut you ski for a far way and come up by chairs that are hung on a long string. You jump off at the end. I saw a lady who forgot to jump off. A man had to stop the thing. That's funny.

Dec 3 1994
My sister and I both have our own skis, poles, boots, ski suite, toook, ski gloves and everything. So do my parents. My mom does too. (Even skiing is OK for my mom). But Rainbow, (my sister) love to speed. And my mom likes to "take it easy" so Rainbow and I usually reach the end of the slope first. My dad likes to "go fast" but its not speed. If he goes fast, he falls.
I've gone skiing at Grouse Mountain and Whistler Mountain. I never been to Sypres
                         
Jan 6 1994
In the holidays we also went to Whistler. We drove all the way to Scamish. we ate a big breakfast there and we went back in the car. it was a long ride. We skied down "Pony Tril". I got tangle and my skis hit me on the face. My Dad kept falling and my mom snowplowed everywhere so it took a long time to get to the bottom. In fact it took an hour and half. My mom rested and my fater, sister and I skied down again. This time it only took 1 hour!

I love that I documented skiing when I was young so here I am continuing to chronicle the hopeful beginning of small child ( and soon little brother) embracing this family tradition!

10 things I have learned in 10 years of marriage.

So on this day 10 years ago, I made the most significant promise to another human being in my life. I have learned a lot in the past decade, some small truths like it's OK to have two blankets so you don't have to share and some life lessons like not keeping score in marriage because then everyone loses. If in 20 or so years I let my kids go on a date and should they meet someone they want to spend their lives with, I would want them to know these things I have learned in the last 10 years of marriage (of course after thoroughly grilling their potential spouses and threatening bodily harm if they even think of doing anything that would hurt them).

So Natallie and Noah, my prayer for you both is that you will one day meet the person that God has planned for you and you will learn what true, selfless love within a marriage is like. These are ten of the truths of I have learned in the last decade with your daddy....

10. Learn to speak your husband's love language. Natallie & Noah, I know that right now neither of you can read but before you go on a date, I want you to read Gary Chapman's book called The Five Love Languages.  (If you have no idea what I am talking about read this for a quick synopsis). The two things on my list are (written) words of affirmation and quality time. Quality time is a significant one of my list and the definition of what quality time is has changed in the years we have been married. In the past before you guys were born, I would have said quality time has to be actual meaningful conversation but now if your daddy and I can work together to get through the 101 steps of your crazy bedtime routine so you guys are sleeping when Arrow or The Flash starts at 8:00pm and we can crash on the couch together, YES!YES! that counts because it was such an team effort to make that happen and also because by the evening I am so exhausted and have no mental faculties to engage in a meaningful conversation.

 the best written note I've ever got

9. Do fun stuff together. So that's kind of an obvious one but the part I learned about is how the definition of what is 'fun' may change and the seasons of life change. For the first 6 years of our marriage before you guys were born, your daddy and I snowboarded almost every snowy Saturday of winter, we literally co-founded The Saturday Seymour Crew where we hiked up Mt. Seymour with our shovels, built a jump and spent the rest of the day trying to land our snowboard tricks with our friends. In the warmer weather, we went biking, running, surfing, skimboarding, hiking or road-tripping every chance we got. Your daddy was and is my favourite person to do all those things with. In the past 4 years, it has been a lot harder to do the same fun things. We are still learning how to not have it suck the joy out of our marriage but seriously the adventures of toilet-training isn't really comparable to a powder day of backcountry boarding. So sometimes having fun means to change the expectations a little bit like biking the seawall with you guys in your bike trailer and sometimes having fun means leaving you guys with PoPo so we can do something a little more exhilarating. I hope that when you are married that your spouse will always be your best friend and the first person you would choose when you want to do something fun!

Saturday Seymour Crew

8. Laugh through it all. So when we first got married, it wasn't quite as easy to transition into the domestic goddess that I thought instantly would happen. Neither of us could cook and there were a lot of recipe fails. If there was Pintrest back then I would have dominated the #pinterestfail. TWICE I put the recipe book on the element while I waited for the water to boil and then turned on the element the recipe book was on instead of the pot of water. Sadly, The Joy of Cooking has forever been burned beyond repair. And then there was the time I ran out of dish soap for the dishwasher so I just put in some Dawn dish soap and later watched in disbelief as bubbles poured out of our dishwasher. It was so spectacular, I couldn't stop laughing while Simon was scooping up buckets of bubbles.  Oh and did I mention the time I accidentally knocked over the Purex laundry soap as I was leaving the house? By the time I came home the entire Costco size container of blue had infiltrated our beige carpets. I tried to mop up as much as I could but all I could do was take a picture and tell your daddy that a colony of Smurfs had died on our carpet. Sometimes things don't go the way you want it to go. On our wedding day, I thought we would have lots of time to stage some awesome pictures but I didn't factor in how cold it would be wearing a strapless dress and open toed high heels on a snowy December day. We were totally freezing but we had a blast taking pictures in a record breaking 15 minute photo shoot. Take the time to cherish those little moments of joy.

7.Speak well of each other when you are apart. Natallie and Noah, you guys have been  to enough play dates to know that us mommies like to talk a lot while you guys are playing and  a lot of the times, we talk about you guys and the silly things you do but sometimes we talk about daddy too. I pray that when you are married and when you are with your co-workers and your friends, you will avoid the "my husband/wife never does...." chatter, even if everyone else is throwing in their gripes about the socks on the floor or the toilet seat up. Please try not to dive in with your story. Daddy and I have made a promise to each other that when we are apart we will continue to build each other up instead of tear each other down. It also helps to surround yourselves with friends that also strive to do the same. My bridesmaids were there ten years ago when I made the vow to your daddy and they have stood beside me since keeping me accountable to my promise.

6. Be humble in conflict. Pray for grace. Realize that you are not as perfect as you think you are. So  it's true I am your mother and therefore I think you are absolutely perfect. But as much I think you are both perfect, I know that humility goes a long way in marriage. I used to think couples that have good marriages don't have conflict. That's not true, we are learning that there can be grace in conflict.. Three things we try to remember when we are not seeing eye to eye are: seek to understand the other person's view before jumping in with a rebuttal (I suck at this one), refrain from character statements ("you are so ...) and omit absolutes ("you never..." "you always..."). Above all, don't underestimate the power of prayer. Pray for each other and pray with each other.

Praying before the wedding ceremony

5. Let your spouse be your mirror. Natallie, I love it when you put on a pretty dress and your twirl around the house and smile with glee at your reflection. You are so beautiful. One day you will captivate someone's heart and I pray you let him be your mirror even when you don't feel beautiful or worthy. One mistake I've made is to brush off your daddy's compliments because I figured he is my husband he is supposed to say nice things whether its true or not. This was hardest to believe when I was in my whale-like state of third trimester pregnancy or the no-sleep, leaky-boob, puked-on newborn stage. I would scowl at my reflection and your daddy would affirm me that I looked beautiful and I would look at him like I believe that as much as I believed that babies sleep thru the night. I am learning now that accepting his words of affirmation is not just good for me but its good for our marriage too.

4. Love your spouse because they are not just like you. After being married for ten years I have learned in what ways we are alike and in what ways we are not. One thing that drove me crazy was our conflict about sleep.  Natallie, you and your daddy are most alike in the way the need what seems like an excessive amount of sleep to function. I don't get it, both Noah and I are able to stay up way past our bed time and still possess our normal brain functions. I used to get so frustrated at him for needing to sleep but now that I see how God has made you and Noah so different I understand its part of who you are. Another thing is that I am super Type A and want everything planned, organized and every Plan A has a back up plan B and C (sometimes D). Your daddy is way more laid-back and dare I say spontaneous and doesn't like schedules. I also tend to worry excessively and get my pre-panic on over everything and your daddy is totally the opposite.  I realize God put us together for a reason so when I am freaking out over Plan A not working out and running around like a chicken with its head cut off, your daddy can remain cool as a cucumber and help me unruffled my feathers. I am so glad I am not married to someone just like me.

3. Husbands need some attention too (apparently). Before we had you guys, when your daddy came home from work, I'd make him a snack and I'd ask him how his day was, he would give me some generic man-answer like 'good' and then I would proceed to drill him with 20 open ended questions. It was nice to connect and listen. These days, I am not greeting him with a smile and  plate of cookies but I am frantically trying to make supper while you are asking me how to spell Pinkalicious and your brother wants me to read  Goodnight Goodnight Construction site again. I am not very good and ignoring the mayhem and asking your daddy how his day was or if I do ask him, I  am so distracted when he answers. Sometimes your daddy literally tells me he went to work with leprechauns and rode on a unicorn over a rainbow to see if I am listening and when I say 'that's nice' he rolls his eyes and walks away. This is still a work in progress for me. When you guys grow up and your have your own house of Littles, I pray you are able to put the kids needs on hold just long enough to acknowledge your spouse and connect and really listen to each other for at least 5 minutes every day.

2. Remember your vows. Ten years ago, your daddy and I stood all dreamy-eyed at the chapel and promised to love and cherish each other. As I slipped your daddy's ring on his finger, I said, "I give you this ring as symbol of my unending love and commitment to you. Every time you see it on your hand, and feel it there, remember the promise I am making you today. I promise to be the loving wife that God desires of me and I will love and cherish you more each day the Lord blesses us with."  I pray that when you make that promise at the alter, you seek to live it out each day. I pray that when life is not just fantastic dates and candlelit dinners, you hold steadfast to your promise to love and cherish each other. I pray you learn that love is an action and not a feeling. I pray that you learn that true love is steadfast and selfless and not that 'happily ever after' doesn't happen without an unwavering commitment to always put the other person first.

1. Look to the One who is Love. Did you know that the two characteristics of successful marriages boil down to 2 simple things: kindness and generosity.  There's scientific proof  that couples who support and encourage each other have longer lasting marriages. Psychologist, John Gottman has found that, "kindness (along with emotional stability) is the most important predictor of satisfaction and stability in a marriage....apparently kindness  is the one factor that can determine with 94 percent certainty whether couples—straight or gay, rich or poor, childless or not—will be broken up, together and unhappy, or together and happy several years later."  So 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 did get it right - love is patient, love is KIND....

So look to the One who exemplifies kindness and generosity like no other. I pray that in your marriage that God is the center and you know He is Love. I pray that you will experience how deep, how vast and how rich love should be.

Can I get an Amen?