Life as a Lewis

Eight years ago today (yes, on leap year) in a little elevator shaft on the other side of the world, we welcomed a sobbing 17-month old into our family. Rory Katherine SaRang is giggling sprite of a girl, and we are blessed to be her parents. In honor of Rory's 8th Family Day, here's a little snapshot in her honor. Reading . . . now that she's moved past pretending to love reading just because Camden does, her reading is more academic. As in, we strongly encourage reading time rather than her doing much reading for pleasure. She does like the Mandie book series, and just finished Tuesdays at the Castle and Wednesdays in the Tower by Jessica Day George. She also picks up my blog books on a nearly daily basis to read. Watching . . . we recently watched High School Musical together, and I can't count how many times she's watched it since. She also loves Just Add Magic (an Amazon original) and American Girl movies. Learning . . . to cook. She is fairly obse...

Camden did not escape the sick germs despite our best efforts. He woke up with a 102.7 fever Monday morning so I took him straight to the doctor where he was diagnosed with strep. A few doses of antibiotic in his system, and I don't know that he's 100% but he's certainly better. Better enough to have a tooth pulled this morning. Poor kid! He told me that it was really good to have extra time to spend with me, he was not a fan of missing school. We've kept ourselves extraordinarily busy with sick kiddos, last minute visit from grandparents, church events, baseball tryouts (we said never again . . . but we did it anyway), church planting conference (Brian). Tomorrow night we're taking a trip to the Nashville Children's Theater and this weekend we'll celebrate 8 years as a family of 4. Rory hasn't let me in on the plans yet, but I am fairly certain eating Korean food will be on the agenda.

Rory and I both are finishing this week a little under the weather. Her under-the-weather is nothing that a little extra sleep, her pink bathrobe, and an iPad can't fix. My under-the-weather involved a trip to the doctor this morning and an ulcer in my throat. It's just about as fun as it sounds. The doctor's official recommendations were rest, fluids, and don't talk. That sounds kind of like an introvert's dream, right?

Blogging feels awkward these days. Not blogging feels a bit like abandoning an old friend. In this season of life it doesn't feel necessary to jot down every cute quip (and that's only partially because they don't say nearly as many cute things). The kiddos (even that is strange - can I still call a 12 and 9 year old kiddos?) are more likely to say "don't put that on your blog!" Rory still likes the attention, but Camden is feeling the need for privacy. But they also still love to read my words. Not a week goes by that they don't pull out blog books from previous years and pore over the pictures and words. Rory giggles and retells the stories; Camden quietly takes in the tougher subjects. Here's the truth. I have less to share because life is both busy and unexciting at the same time. I cannot distinguish between what is important to remember and what will be meaningless in 20 years when Camden and Rory are grown with families of thei...

On Monday afternoons, Brian and Camden play racquetball at a nearby gym which leaves Rory and I to fend for ourselves. Most Mondays, that just means I work on preparing supper while they're gone, but this week we took advantage of the unseasonable 70 degree weather and sunshine. She is a big fan of riding her bike in the road (and we don't take her out often enough . . . an unfortunate by-product of being the second child I guess).

I took very few pictures over the weekend, but we certainly enjoyed having my parents around for a couple of days. The weather was insanely pretty for January, and there were lots of footballs and baseballs thrown. It was a fast and furious trip with a busy Sunday, but this week's schedule looks routine. Looks like Camden is going to overtake Grandpa next. Seriously, look at his big awkward feet. I am just bowled over by his size every time I look at him.