Fall Inspiration

Yea! It's finally fall. I mean you wouldn't really know it based on the evidence alone: 100 degree temperatures, lack of fall foliage, kids still asking if they can swim. But, I double checked the calendar and indeed it is officially fall! So, cool weather and sweaters or not, I am celebrating the season. We've recreated a bit of the fall feel in our home with faux pumpkins and autumn leaves and pumpkin candles. I even spent all last weekend canning 40 lbs of pears. (Now we have pears for months and I never want to see one again!) If I didn't take a step outside I could almost convince myself rows of trees dressed in their red and orange best and winds that bite at my nose hinting of the winter to come are just the other side of my door. Almost...

I've been in one of those moods lately. The kind where you start to reconsider everything and really feel the need to define yourself, your life, your purpose. I kept trying to figure out who I was, what I was supposed to be doing and then, what does that look like? But, I think I realized somewhere in all that analytical deep thinking, I should get up, stop thinking and actually "do" my life. That is, I already know the most important detail of who I am: I am a child of God. Moreover, He has placed me in such a time as this. A time where I get to enjoy the youth of my children all day, everyday. I never have to give them up or miss out on any of the great discoveries they make, the kind that come once in a lifetime. My husband is my best friend and I spend everyday with him. So what if I stopped trying to figure who I am and started doing the life God has blessed me with the very best that I can? I came to realize that this, right here and now, this is my life. I fell into the realization that I can keep trying to figure out what I should or could be doing or I can do this and do it well and really enjoy it at the same time.

I was helped along to this conclusion by some pretty amazing people around me who are doing just that. First, my girls. Man, do they love life! I mean they wake up everyday excited and can hardly wait to see what adventures are in store for them. Currently, they are working together to clear the side yard to (finally!) start their garden. The most beautiful part of this is that they decided to do it all on their own and they are doing it together. They work right outside my office window and I can hear them singing, laughing, and giggling. Such sweet sounds and I am filled with joy as I hear them, two little best friends, making that sister bond that lasts forever.

They are staying busy with home school and activities. In fact, here is a picture of Emma riding the Sky Bike at the Arizona Science Center. The Sky Bike is a bike suspended two stories that is impossible to tip over. You ride on what is basically a tight rope. Now there's a girl who doesn't miss a chance to have a once in a lifetime experience!

Jill would have gone too if not for her lack of height. Jill is excited for her birthday coming up in December and is already planning her sleepover.

Speaking of sisters living life, mine are doing theirs in a BIG way! My middle sister recently became engaged to a wonderful man. I can't think of two people who deserve happiness more. Oh wait, I can think of two people who also deserve such happiness. My oldest sister recently gave birth to her third child. A beautiful little girl named Claire. She is perfect. Not in the sense that she has 10 fingers and toes, because plenty of perfect children are born without those things. I mean she is perfect in the sense that everything about her is good and lovely. In the wise words of Maurice Sendak, I want to eat her up, I love her so. When I need inspiration to live life well, I need only pick up the phone and call one of these two amazing women I am blessed enough to call my sister.

And then there's the man I share my life with. Talk about inspiring. He spent last weekend in Mexico with 200 teenagers from our church building houses, a rec center and a church with the group, One Mission. He said it was life changing and he has committed to make every mission trip to Mexico with the teen ministry. In fact, it impacted him so much he has insisted I go with him next time. It was amazing to hear of the work God is doing there through our youth (who all too often get a bad rap.) It didn't take much persuasion for me to agree to go next time. Erik has also stayed busy at work and mountain biking. He inspires me in the way he sees every minute as a moment not be wasted, every encounter an opportunity and every detail of his life as a gift from God. When I am down, he reminds me to look up.

So, we are going to celebrate the season this weekend and make a pumpkin chocolate cheesecake, go for a hike and do some fall crafts. What do you know? I've fallen in love with my life all over again.

In Christ,

Jaime

Hooray for Summer (Is It Over Yet?)

It seems every year I get myself worked up in eager anticipation of summer - slow days, night swimming, fireworks, watermelon, light school schedules, even lighter chore schedules. And I love it and bask in all the warm, sunny glory that is God's gift of summer. Then it's August and I'm done. I'm done with the heat, done with being stuck inside from 10-4, done with the world's most boring 7-day forecast and I'm totally over these electric bills! I'm trying really, really hard to be thankful for God's provisions this summer. I am thankful for boardgames, reading Tom Sawyer to the girls each morning (if you haven't read this classic, especially in the middle of a hot summer, I highly recommend doing so), sipping lemonade, trips to the library and the excitement of reading the new books and watching the movies we bring home, and of course trips to the cabin. But I find, as I get older, my enthusiasm for these things doesn't seem to satisfy as much and my longing for autumn, winter and being outdoors grows like a whining child for whom good is never quite good enough. In my home we have a saying: You get what you get and you don't throw a fit. Perhaps I need to take a long hard look in the mirror, appreciate the splendor of summer and stop throwing a fit. So, today it is 11o degrees, I am sipping lemonade, I am writing, my girls are playing nicely, my husband is working in the garage (on our new-to-us minivan) - indeed, life is sweet when I take the time to notice.

Our summer travels are over. Erik attended Christ In Youth in L.A., a summer camp for the teens at our church. It was a profound experience for him and he came back more excited than ever to continue his work in the teen ministry. We tried to go to the cabin for the fourth of July - key word: tried. We were there for one night and we had an, um, issue with the septic system. Nuff said. Anyway, although we were disappointed to come home early, we learned a couple of things. First, we should probably get used to handling this sort of thing if we are serious about entertaining an off the grid lifestyle. Second, a fourth of July spent at home watching the Capitol Fourth and listening to A Prairie Home Companion while eating fried chicken and homemade potato salad is a pretty fine time.

Emma's birthday is this Saturday, and she reminds us everyday and has reminded us everyday for about a month. She will be nine and no, I can't believe she will be nine. I have a nine year old? Am I old enough to have a nine year old? If I say "nine year old" enough maybe it will start to feel more normal, like maybe by the time I'm practicing saying I have ten year old. No big parties this year, something we are all, thankfully, over. She has a sleep over planned at a girlfriend's house on Friday as it is her friend's birthday as well. On Saturday we have a bit of a surprise planned for her and Sunday will be a pizza party with just her best friend. Remember when your birthday was stretched out over a whole week and it was something really special? It wasn't just about the day, it was about every card that arrived in the mail, it was the phone calls from grandparents, picking whatever you wanted to eat all day, hearing mostly yes instead of no for an entire day (or days) and hardly being able to sleep the night before the actual day. I think I would like to recapture a bit of that this year. What if, instead of lamenting turning 32, I woke up on my birthday filled with excitement and shouting "Whoo hoo, I'm 32!!" I could say yes to myself all day. Like yes, you can have a pumpkin spice latte and a pumpkin muffin. Yes, you can watch another movie. Yes, you can sleep in late and take a longer run. Yes, you can skip doing the dishes. What if we did that all year long? What if we got excited over the little things, celebrated make believe holidays, made cakes with candles for no reason, read our favorite children's book because it makes us smile, had slumber parties with our kids, or made milkshakes, for breakfast, on a Tuesday? What if I recognized every moment was a gift from God and these moments,connected, are my life and I actually stopped to enjoy them and savor them? What if...

OK, I'm done with the motivational pep talk to go recapture your youth. I think it was more for me anyway. Moving on...

I mentioned we have a new minivan. We sold the Mercedes and purchased this vehicle as it is much more practical for our family right now. This was a gift from God and although we weren't sure, financially, how it would all work out, we were able to get a great deal on the van, pay cash for it and put a little money in the bank. Somehow, it always comes back to a trust issue doesn't it?

As much as I looked forward to less on the schedule for summer, I am excited to start up again this year. I begin my work with the mentoring ministry again at church this month and we kick off the school year with the home school ministry next week. I so love my involvement with both of these groups and am truly excited to see what the Lord has in store over the next few months.


So, sorry, no new pictures this time. Mostly because I haven't downloaded them, but also we just haven't had the camera out much over the summer. Until next time...(which will hopefully be sooner rather than later, but no promises...)

In His Service

Home Sweet Home

Well, so much for posting every two weeks. Darn, there goes that award for perfect mom. Foiled again. Ah well, we've been busy, but I am happy to report we are finally seeing the slow down that has been on the horizon since last fall. Here's what we've been up to:

As most of you know, Erik visited Panama in the early part of May. (Yes, like the country - Panama.) It was a trip we felt convicted to send him on as God had put the idea of a move to Panama in front of us three times over the last year. We were ready to go where the Lord was leading, even if that meant a drastic relocation. However, our prayers for a clear answer and guidance were answered and after just a couple of days there, Erik was sure we were not to move, at least not yet. It was a beautiful, diverse country, and one which we look forward to visiting as a family. But, in the end, we really believe it was a trip Erik needed to make so we would know for sure that right here, in Glendale, is where we belong for now. In essence, he had to go, so he could come home.

I also did some traveling in May. Right after Erik's return from Panama, I traveled to a much more exciting, exotic destination: Omaha, Nebraska. Okay,perhaps not as dangerous, but after hearing of Erik's accommodations, I guarantee it was much more glamorous. I went for my grandmother's 85th birthday celebration. It was a lovely, relaxing time. I had the luxury of sleeping late (the kids stayed home with Erik!), enjoying quiet time to read and play games and catch up with family members I had not seen for a few years. The weather was rainy and chilly - perfect in my opinion. Everything was so green and lush, it made me want to really get going on my own garden here at home. Of course, then I got home to 100 degree temps and put that ambition back on the shelf until next fall.

The girls are doing great and growing up much to fast for my taste. Emma is at sleep away church camp by herself for the first time this week. Jill and I are literally counting down the hours until we get to pick her up on Friday. I have word from a friend who is counselor there that Emma got a little homesick one time, but for the most part is having a fantastic time. I went with her last year, but Erik, she and I decided together that she should go alone this year and start to spread her wings a little. Hopefully not too much, I'm not ready for my chicks to fly away just yet. Next week the girls will go to VBS and then, as much as possible, we are taking the rest of the summer off.

Wait....scratch that. Jill will not be taking it easy this summer. Jill will begin swim lessons this summer and after stroke school is considering joining a swim team. She already does awesome in the water and with a little real guidance, i.e. not mom and dad, we think she may have found something she'll stick with for awhile. In the mean time, she continues to keep us in stitches with her witty remarks and much too mature for her age humor. In fact, we were recently informed after one day of her new first grade Sunday school class, that she found it boring and had elected to skip it and go straight to second grade. Oh boy...

In His Service,

Jaime

Cabin Fever

We spent last weekend at Erik's family's cabin on Mingus Mountain (near the Prescott/Jerome area.) It's a true log cabin on a secluded patch of 40 acres in a canyon of the mountain. Places like that have a way of making you never want to leave. They some how offer both the permission and invitation to imagine your life differently. For me it's a life that is bigger and smaller at the same time. A life that requires an abandonment of everything I thought I needed or was important and an embrace of the things that truly are the stuff of which life is made. When it's 30 degrees outside, there is a fire building in the wood stove and I am reading Farmer Boy to my daughters by the light of lantern, I dare to suggest to myself, "I could get used to this." Among other things, we proved to ourselves we can indeed survive without the constant stimulation of television and computer and that yes, we do in fact like to spend time together. It's not the worst thing in the world to discover you love your family.

The girls had a fabulous time exploring, hiking and enjoying the freedom that comes when their parents can finally relax. In fact, they even stayed "home" alone for about an hour while Mom & Dad enjoyed a hike all to themselves. While our only hope was that the cabin would still be standing and no one would be seriously injured when we returned, we were pleasantly surprised to find they had cleaned the entire cabin and played a civil game of Uno. It was one of those parenting moments where one thinks, "Maybe I'm not totally messing this up after all."

The weekend was also a time of prayer, reflection and a genuine sense of gratitude. We knew going up there we were blessed, but on the drive home we all had a renewed sense of well being and a smile that stayed on our faces well into the return to our normal routine at home.

So, while the days are getting hotter and we know the worst of the heat is yet to come, we are eagerly anticipating the slow pace that comes with summer. A time when the only thing we have to do is make sure we get a refill on our lemonade between laps in the pool. Okay, maybe it's not quite that slow, but, from one who loves to schedule everything, I plan to schedule more time for absolutely nothing...

In His Service,

From My Home to Yurt(s)

I've been in a bit of a funk lately. We are making some big decisions about our future and although there is a relief in knowing that we (Erik & I) are headed in the same direction, there is also a bit of angst that comes with such discussion. There is the angst of not knowing how we'll get from here to there. There is the angst of not knowing if our dreams are God's will for our future. And then there is the worst frustration of all - the Veruca Salt variety, i.e. : I want it and I want it now!!

So, no, that it is not a mispelling in today's title. One of our mutual dreams, it turns out, is to live on a large piece of land in a yurt. What is a yurt, you may be asking? Though generally classified as a tent, a yurt is much stronger and weathertight. Yurts are a circular structure that consists of a durable fabric cover, tension band and a wood frame that includes a lattice wall, radial rafters, central compression ring and a framed door. It sounds really primitive I know, but Google them and take a look at the pictures - they are beautiful. But it's the whole lifestyle we equate with living in a yurt that appeals most to us. Ridding ourselves of things, living off-grid, focusing on what's really important. A real back to basics. I know I'm so corny. The girls and I are reading the Little House book series right now and I get such a longing in my heart as we read about their simple way of life.

So, for the time being we are trying to creat that simple life right here in suburbia. Emma, Jill and I are officially starting to prepare our garden this week. As a family we have made a committment to spend more time in nature and have even committed to hiking every weekend. Eventually, we'd like to get back into mountain biking. Although Erik will have to go it alone for awhile as we are still working on getting the training wheels of Jill's bike. (Do they make training wheels for mountain bikes??...doubtful....) I wanted a chicken coop for the backyard as well, but Erik said a very firm NO! He's got to draw the line somewhere I suppose. So, our small changes are a start and it does feel good to be working toward a common family goal. (But, there's still that little voice deep inside sreaming I want it now!!!)

PS This discussion was prompted because it is our anniversary today. 12 years!!!! At least if our dreams are crazy, we still have the same crazy dreams after more than a decade together.

In His Service,

Sugar & Spice...

It is with a bit of sadness that I bid farewell to February. I love February because, in our home, it is the epitome of everything girlie. We usher in Valentine's Day with pink hearts, heart-shaped cupcakes, valentines made of doilies and we close out our month with the annual Daddy Daughter Dance at our church. It was also as we prepared for the dance that I realized I am in the long process, but one that will pass by much too quickly, of bidding farewell to the little girl days for my daughters. Yes, they are only 6 and 8 and yet, at the same time, oh my gosh they are already 6 and 8. My eight-year-old picked out a more mature dress than years past (still father approved appropriate though!) and I noticed what a beautiful young lady she is becoming. I was so happy to hear that they still played tag with their friends at the dance and that Emma still cried "happy tears" as she danced with her daddy to their favorite song.

It's been a bit of sugar and spice in the kitchen as well as we have committed to making as much of our food from scratch as possible. Better for us, better for the environment, better for our wallets... We started with bread this week and I am happy to report it was a huge success. I found a wonderful recipe that actually lets you prepare the dough in loaves of three and tear off just what you need to bake that day. It is wonderful and with a little prep time on the weekend, you can have fresh baked bread everyday. Yum!! This week: cheese....we'll see...

So, welcome March! We're in Arizona so this also means we are welcoming summer. It is already 90 degrees and the girls are dipping their feet in the pool. We should see a few more days of 70s and 80s before triple digits become the norm, so we are thankful for the blessing of this gorgeous weather. We've been outside a lot and are getting ready to plant a garden- our first ever!! I am excited and nervous. The thought of having fresh veggies to go on my homemade bread is motivating me, despite my complete lack of experience in this area.

In His Service...

Welcome!

Hi! Welcome to A Better Circus - the Surrett Family Blog. We are a Glendale, Arizona family consisting of Erik (dad), Jaime (mom) and Emma & Jill (daughters ages 8 and 6 respectively). Oh, and of course, Bella the Beagle. I (Jaime) am a home schooling mom who loves to write, bake, sew, and craft. None of which I am particularly skilled at (yet), but I am driven by my determination to be that mom - the one who shows up to the play date in a perfectly ironed dress with homemade cookies, clean kids and already has dinner in the crock pot at home. Ha! A girl can dream... I am a former paralegal who studied philosophy in college. As there was not much call for philosophising paralegals in the Phoenix area, I embraced my true God-calling 8 years ago and became a stay at home mom. Other than marrying my high school sweetheart, it's the best decision I've ever made!

Erik is the DO/CFO of a Phoenix based law firm. He, however, is happily based at home with us. With strong interests in the environment and automobiles, he is currently in the process of converting his 1982 Diesel Mercedes to run on waste veggie oil. Yes, like veggie oil from cooking. In fact, his ideas for personalized license plates have lead to some heated discussion in our home. More on that later...Additionally, he is very active in the teen and neighborhood ministries at our church.

As we had a major (I mean really major) change in income this year, learning to live more simply, creatively and on less money is my current pursuit. We have downsized our home, our cars and thankfully, our schedules. I find strength and encouragement through my faith, family and friends. So thanks for stopping by. I look forward to your feedback and comments and the opportunity to share a small peek into our life.

In His Service . . .