Thursday, September 26, 2013

bromo village lagi

here are a few more photos i took while in the village around bromo (where we did the 10k last month).  


i did a thumbs down as i ran past this guy, trying to gesture about his hat... i just left him very confused.  i'm pretty sure he doesn't know that he's wearing a hat that says "NY" and he definitely doesn't know what team it's representing.  :)
the girl in the green wasn't too excited about the photo.... obviously.

and then there were the boys from the village that would later perform in their cultural dance that evening.  they were really cute and had quite the personalities.    



here the boys are ready for their part in the ceremony.  most of the people in that area are Hindu and their ceremonies really reflect their religion.  i don't remember the stories behind these dances but it was something about a sacrifice to a god there.  it was very similar to something that would be seen in bali.  on a photography note, i have no idea how to take photos in the dark... but i wanted you to be able to see the ceremony so here they are.  :)



Tuesday, September 24, 2013

instagram upload...

here's our life via my phone.  :)

they started watching doc mcstuffins occasionally and now love to give "check ups"

a display of mary's imaginary world... that is jesus in the tan hat with his "followers"

"look mom!  i put my undies on myself!"

this the the sewing machine used to make danny's custom shirt for $5.  the dude didn't use electricity!!

our local bucket seller walking by our house

birthday kisses for daddy
luke and his buddies.  they're so cute!

luke and his ever present audience.  we were playing badminton... which was clearly very entertaining.  :)
luke playing with the big boys

...and looking a little too much like a big boy!

mary's amazing head piece... which she wore and it kind of grew on me.  :)  but, for the record, i did fix it a bit.

mary has recently really been into having indonesian books read to her... a big step for her!

dweeb alert!  on his way to school.  :)

sweet brother and sister.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

fwuit of the spiwit

i've been wanting to do something intentional with my kids concerning Bible learning for awhile now.  but, it just seemed daunting and i didn't know where to fit it in consistently and would my kids even care?   i saw all of these intense curriculums online and i was motivated... but, it's not working out like i saw online.  surprise, surprise.  i'm just not that kind of mom.  and i'm okay with that (usually).  we've started something now and my kids seem to really like it and i'm not going crazy trying to plan the perfect daily Bible lesson for my 2 year old.

so this is to encourage all of those moms who look on pintrest and think, that looks amazing... and only amazing type A moms can pull that off... and i don't have time for that.  so, here goes our "plan" for now.  it's simple, flexible and go with the flow. 

we are starting with fruit of the spirit.  the first week we memorized Galatians 5:22-23 and then talked about what fruit of the Spirit means.  the following 2-5 months we will be talking about each fruit and memorizing a verse relating to it.  i was going to do a new topic every week but it's not working out that way so we're just switching when i'm prepared to switch.    



here is our first big craft that i saw online and adapted to be easier.  i drew some fruit and had the kids paint it as i talked about them (i'm an artist, clearly).  then, a few days later i painted a crooked tree and the kids glued the fruit on it.  it's hanging in our living room now and it's a good way to keep the conversations happening about the fruit of the Spirit.  



the masterpiece.  and being the Bible scholar that i am, i forgot one.  :)  i'll put the self-controlled papaya up when we get there.  ** danny was the one who noticed, of course**


last week (or the last 12 days) we talked about God's love.  God loves them and how He loves the people of the whole world.  they each did this little sign for their bedrooms to remind them that God loves the world.  we also memorized John 3:16.



i put a video of luke doing his first verse on facebook... i can't get it to load on the blog now.  maybe later.  i wish i had a video of mary doing her verse also.  she learned it after the first time going over it. honestly, i thought she wasn't paying attention that day and then the next day she said it by herself.  but she isn't quite as excited to put a show on for the camera as luke is... maybe later she'll be up for it.  

here is our other little craft about God's love for everyone.  danny was in charge of this craft while i went on a run.  he's a good daddy.  :)  


along with our little fruit of the spirit deal, we're trying to do family devotionals.  simple and no planning is how i would describe it.  we sing one song (sometimes loudly and with instruments), say our verse for the week, danny or i will talk about it for about 2 minutes and then we pray about what we just talked about.  it's usually a one sentence prayer i tell them... like "i pray that **they choose a person in our neighborhood** knows Jesus loves them today" since we were talking about God loving the world. 

be encouraged to try a consistent family devotion with your toddlers... you don't have to be a pinterest mom.  oh and if you have a (bossy) 4 year old, expect to be taught by her afterwards.  she loves to have us repeat after her for the verse.  i try to practice my fruit of the Spirit, patience, and go along with the game.  usually.  :)

Sunday, September 8, 2013

born in the 40's

a few photos from my trip to the villages around bromo.  





so much life seen in these well lived faces.  

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

i love the bromo 10k

last weekend i ran a 10k in an area called Bromo.  Mount Bromo is a volcanic mountain about 3 hours outside of surabaya.  we didn't actually make it to the top of the mountain but we ran through the mountains and stayed in a village there.  it was incredibly beautiful!!!  

here is a little look into the morning of the race, via the beloved phone.  we live in surabaya, which has been referred to as a concrete jungle (though thankfully we do have green in our neighborhood)... so the sight of villages, beautiful skies and lush mountains was so refreshing!  


i've previously run two races in indonesia and both were, well very indonesian!  the traffic wasn't stopped, there were tons of people walking (like in flip flops), there was no water handed out and if you wanted it after you finished running you had to buy it!  this race was not that way!  it was very professional and very well run.  a peace corp guy speared headed everything, it was a charity run to benefit the local schools.  there was a program the night before, we got nice shirts, there were timing chips, online registration, water stations, transportation... all the works.   it was very nice.  

but, it was SO weird to see hundreds of westerners and indonesian city people invade these tiny villages.... with their very unique running culture.  the running culture is weird if you think about it from a farmers perspective.  pay a lot of money to travel all over asia to run... with fancy gear and bright colored everything.  it was as if this big, western running world was dropped into the middle of the village.  i know the villagers enjoyed it... i mean, we brought in a lot of money to their area but also i'm sure they were entertained by just watching us.  


us with our new air asia friend, pre-race



below carolyn is taking pictures and showing them to some school kids.  we loved interacting with the people there!  the night before the race it was really cold out...  we bought some water from this little shop in a woman's home and sat down on her little benches by the fire and just chatted.  then she asked how much we paid to run... and then it was awkward because we had just refused her "tourist priced" water bottles, which were about 50 cents.  :) 


the run was so tough!!!  like running straight up hills for miles, or walking really.  i don't think anyone ran the whole thing (except carolyn).  the hills were killer and my legs are still soar to the touch 3 days later.  but it was beautiful!  the air was so clean and it was cool outside.  really, just amazing!

leslie, carolyn and i split up within the first mile, me lagging behind.  so, i decided to just enjoy the scenery and take pictures as i ran.  i had just bought some new worship music for the first time in 2 years and i had a great time of worshipping the Creator of all i was seeing and praying for indonesia.  (i know many people often have spiritual experiences while running... i rarely do.  if i'm honest i'm usually thinking about when i can stop running or how much sweat everyone can see on my shirt)  



i think this woman may have beat me had she entered the race.  check out that daily workout! 



then i started seeing guys run towards me... the turn around (kilometer 6) was approaching!  suddenly i saw carolyn and realized she was the first woman runner.  a minute later i saw leslie running down the hill i was still climbing.  i was thinking, that is amazing, they're going to be the first and second women runners.  i turned the corner and saw the turn around point.  there were only two girls in between me and leslie... i was on a mission to pass them!  (even though 3 minutes before that i was stopping to take pictures...)  i passed one right away and the other i passed in the last kilometer.  i was about to DIE as i WALKED up the last hill... there was no running up those hills anymore.  i didn't care about my time (which was about 25 minutes longer than a usual 10k), i just wanted to come in third.  i laugh at myself now... because this was a fun race, i was high-fiving kids along the way and taking pictures and suddenly my competitive nature came out in such a lame way.  :)


but, here we are... 1, 2, and 3.  certainly the only time in my life this will happen.  we think it's because all of the real runners ran the half marathon... and because i'm a really fast power walker up hill because of my 2 years of pushing the double stroller uphill in malang.  :)  


after the race the "indonesia-ness" started to peer through.  because this was a tiny village and about 800 people came from all over it was a little chaotic.  they don't have "alternative routes" in villages, there is one road.... which happened to be the finish line also.  the mountain tourists and workers were coming into town about the same time the half marathoners started coming in.  below is a picture of the finishing stretch.  see where the guy in the green tank top is... that is the space for runners to get to the finish line on the right (the opposite direction of the man who had already finished).  the truck to the left was one in the line of many trying to get into town.  it was chaos!  no one knew where to go as they ran up the hill and i saw multiple people almost get hit by motorcycles trying to dodge around the crowds.  


another indonesian detail... here are the women cooking the after race food on their little gas burners.  the food was mainly "gorengan", which means fried stuff.  all things fried.  just like in america.  :)  


and lastly, the post race transportation.  we couldn't find the minibus back to our village stay after the race so there were guys on motorcycles making an extra buck by transporting foreigners from village to village.  our village stay was a few kilometers from the finish line... the same few that we had just run up.  and then i had to go down the very steep hill with a man on a motorcycle.  he was going SO fast!!!  my arms were sore from holding onto the back handle, trying to keep my body from sliding onto his.  at one point i did a scream/grunt out of fear... he laughed.  


all in all, i loved the bromo race!  experiences like this make me love indonesia even more.  i love the village life, i love the people we met, i love being out of the city, i love the new culture i got to see.  i definitely want to do this run again... and bring my family out to the village sometime.  i feel thankful that God gives me little gifts like this to make me love this country even more. 

**i also took photos with my camera before the run... more to come of bromo soon.



Monday, September 2, 2013

and then luke threw his guitar...

last week we had a neighborhood event for the idul fitri holiday.  i was looking forward to another opportunity to naturally meet and mingle with many of our neighbors... and it turned out to be a rough day.  the picture below is a good representation of luke's attitude most of the morning.  he woke up grumpy and stayed that way.  unfortunately there were countless ladies trying to grab his cheeks and kiss him, which added to his rudeness.  

anyways, a few kids were chosen from his class to sing in front of everyone... like 100 people from our neighborhood, many of whom we have not met.  luke was asked to play his guitar with the kids... so there he is, in all his grumpiness, playing his guitar.  


he started eyeing the microphone, which was being fought over by his two silly friends below, and i started to anticipate something bad.


then cute little rasya grabbed the mic and started singing with all of his heart into it.  i could tell luke was longing for it but i was hoping he would contain his desire.  


the song ended and the teacher said the usual, "thank you for singing children, we are now done."  well, luke understood what she said and he LOST it!  **and that is where the photos stopped**  he went from 0 to 100 and started in a full out scream and then with all his might threw his guitar on the ground with two hands and fell on the ground.  and there i was kneeling down by all of the important men (because of course luke wouldn't go up to the front without me), with all eyes on luke... and me wishing i could escape into a hole.  i wanted to grab him and have a thorough "talk" with him.  but, that is not really accepted in this culture, they just pacify the cry.  so the teacher realized why luke was sad, grabbed the mic, called him up and let him sing a song all by himself.  and danny and i, of course, were a little disappointed he got what he wanted... but weren't going to argue with the many happy neighbors watching him.  we later found out that that many thought his display of anger "added to his cuteness"... something i will never understand.  :)  

then it was time to eat and he ate THREE, yes THREE, portion of sate (chicken on a stick).  his amazing love of sate drew a crowd but he just sat there unaware of his audience shoveling sate into his mouth. 15 sticks, people.  


the happy, full and naughty boy.  


and as the party ended it was karaoke time... they love karaoke here!  luke got a chance to be the star with his guitar and microphone... all was right in his world again.  below he is with the aunt and grandpa of one of his school buddies... such a fun family!


and mary, well, she would have rather been home the whole time.  she played with the girls a little bit and awkwardly stored her plastic bracelets in her dress most of the morning.  :)  the more she grows the more i see little introvert tendencies.  she doesn't love all eyes on her, like her little brother.