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Thursday, November 27, 2008

Caption Contest and Happy Thanksgiving

Hello all - in order to hopefully jumpstart a little interest in the blog, I am posting the girls' preschool pictures and encouraging everyone to post a comment with a caption. What do you think the girls are thinking? What aspect of their personality does the picture highlight? Be sweet, sarcastic, whatever. I will log in and post comments as an actual post so that we can easily see what everyone thinks. Have fun and tell people who haven't been by the blog in a while to take a look.


MARI
Matt: "Yeah, I did something bad. Try to stay mad at me."
eroth: "Santa knows I've been naughty AND nice!"
Katy: Shiny Happy Mari!!!




FAITH
Matt: "I'm only 4 and I'm already smarter than the photographer."
eroth: A strawberry blonde Mona Lisa
Katy: "Why do photographers make ridiculous noises at me like I'm a baby? Is that supposed to be funny?"





Happy Thanksgiving from the Specters

Saturday, November 22, 2008

We're still here...

...just really busy. Thanksgiving break is approaching, more free time, hopefully more posts. Mari is doing better at Preschool. Both girls got their pictures back - we'll post them soon. Christmas shopping has begun. Generally, all is well. Don't give up on us, keep checking in.

Matt

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Every teacher's nightmare...

Yup. Had our first 'talk with the teacher' regarding Mari. Yeah, she's apparently been a holy terror in class the past week. Tantrums, not sitting still, the works. Great. Not much to say beyond that. Just great.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The trouble with blogging...

...is that if you fall behind, it gets harder and harder to get the motivation to catch up. Wow a lot has gone on since our last post, both in the world and in our lives. It's hard to even think back that far. Here goes...

The wedding. The wedding (and all the insanity surrounding our preparations for it) went off without a hitch. Well...not without a hitch but without incident. Well...not without incident but with acceptable casualties to our peace of mind. It went well.

Faith and Mari were abso-freaking-lutely adorable as the flower girls. They walked down that aisle perfectly, side-by-side, nice and slow, big smiles on their faces which were pulled nice and tight by Beth's miraculous work on their hair. I know someone will send us pictures soon and we'll post them ASAP. Wonderful memories for us and them, especially since the 'family wedding' time of our lives is now over for a long time. The only problem happened at the end when it was time to 'recess' out of the church...it all happened really fast and Faithy thought Grandma S was mad at her when she pushed her out of the pew into the aisle...and she and Mari then pretty much crazy cried all the way outside.

After that, things stayed good. Faith and Mari loved dancing at the reception - Mari especially loved chasing the disco ball lights across the floor. Mari would have danced all night. Faith, on the other hand, started to get tired as the evening wore on. And then...well, she accidentally got a big mouthful of champagne. She just picked up a cup thinking it was water and...BOOM. Spit it all over herself, freaked out, melted down, and her night was over. Ought to have no trouble with underage drinking from her, I think she may be ruined on alcohol for life.

Thanks so much to mom and dad for taking them and the babies home so we could stay and help out till the bitter end. They also took everyone home on the night of the rehearsal and dinner so we could stay and do our Best man/Matron of Honor duties.

Going out of order here....Halloween was good, too. Nice to be in a real neighborhood now where we can walk up and down the street to trick or treat. We went to G&Z's neighborhood too, but most of our candy came from our own street. The girls were both ballerinas. Only problem was that Mari kept tripping over and over again in her ballet shoes. Must consider footwear more carefully with clumsy Specter children. Babies never really got their costumes on, which I was kinda sad about, but what with the preparations for the wedding going on and all, there just wasn't the time.

Proud of myself, though...Mr. Totally-not-at-all-Artsy did another fine job on the jack-o-lantern this year. Again, I'll post pics as soon as possible.

Meanwhile...Mari is now a potty machine. We had kind of suspected for a while that when she finally started potty training for real, she'd do it all at once, like a switch, and that is exactly what happened. She goes ALL THE TIME now, and it is so hard to not say "oh it's okay, just go in your pull up" when she picks the most inopportune times to want to try. But she also is actually able to use the pull up as a pull up so you don't even need to stay right there with her necessarily. It's so good, and we're so glad to see the rapid decrease in pull up usage and cost.

Of course, that is being countered by our beginning to use formula with the babies' cereal. Ever since I accidentally left the freezer door open a few months back and ruined boxes full of frozen breastmilk, we've been struggling to keep up with the babies' increased intake. That, coupled with the fact that Steph has some surgery coming up in December which will leave her out of commission for a few days has led us to start formula a little earlier than we had originally planned. They love it though, and it allows us to freeze and save that much more a day.

And then there's the events of the world...

Well, look. Everyone who knows me knows my political bent. That is not important to this blog, which is a family blog. Anyone who identifies their family as a "Blue" or "Red" family, in my opinion, has serious priority issues and is deeply confused about the entire purpose of a family. But as for my thoughts on the state of the nation...

Here's my concern, and I hope I can say this in a party-neutral way: I am very afraid that there is a significant portion of this country who have crossed a line. They will not be able to bring themselves to do what Americans in their position have found a way to do for the entire history of this nation - put aside their differences and unite behind their leader for the good of the country. Sure, you expect some boos and some frustration at a concession speech...but this time it somehow felt different to me, and that difference is frightening. I fear there are more than ever who have bought into their own ideogolgy so strongly that they can not come back to any kind of middle ground. I hope it's just the leftover anger and frustration. I really do. I hope it passes and that both sides can move forward with dignity. I just wonder. Because if now we've lost the ability as a country to swallow our pride and stand behind someone we didn't vote for, don't necessarily agree with, and maybe don't even understand...then this country is already dead. And I've heard people on both sides saying only half-jokingly that if 'the other guy' gets elected they'll have to leave the country. I'm sorry people, that's a sad thing to even joke about. And if you think that EITHER one of these two candidates was SO DANGEROUS or SO WRONG that you have to make jokes about leaving the country...then you have truly lost all sense of perspective. Grow up.

I hate discussing politics. Family and friends have heard me lament for a while now that politics and government is no longer a dialogue. A dialogue or a conversation implies to me (and I owe some of this to Paul Knitter's "One Earth Many Religions") that people are coming to the table to state their own case, and then must be willing to listen to opposing viewpoints, AND BE WILLING TO RISK THEIR OWN POINT OF VIEW. I know very few people who enter into a political discussion with any intention of risking their own point of view. When's the last time you heard an argument between Democrat and Republican where someone at the end of the discussion said "You know, you make a good point. You're right. You've changed my mind." ??? It's laughable. No, more likely, you bring your facts and figures, I'll bring my facts and figures, we'll both use them totally out of context (because in this day and age, there are facts and figures to support ANY POSITION YOU COULD POSSIBLY WANT TO TAKE) and yell at each other until we've reduced a complex issue to a series of labels and absurd extreme examples. That's not a dialogue, it's a series of monologues. I'm not interested. Leave me out of it.

I have friends on both sides of the aisle. I have seen the people on both sides of this rift become increasingly stupid. They both say spiteful, hurtful, childish, bitter things. They have become what I call knowingly uninformed. They care more about defending their own point of view than searching for a truth beyond it, and if you have the nerve to call them out they simply hide behind the argument that their point of view IS the truth. What arrogance, what idiocy!

Politics, and society itself, have become so infinitely complex that NO one, NO ONE, could possibly understand it all. Even those who study it and live it are clearly in over their heads, and are just now waking up to the fact that meeting the challenges of the 21st century society requires something more nuanced than an 18th-century philosophy. It's a many-headed monster that has taken on a life of its own. And yet I have friends whose business is NOT politics, who aren't even that interested, but who spout diatribe and bile that they picked up from Fox News, from CNN, from Micheal Moore, and Rush Limbaugh.

Listen to me, people...YOU DON'T KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT POLITICS, ECONOMICS, DIPLOMACY, or ANYTHING ELSE UNDER THIS UMBRELLA to be spouting off like some kind of expert! And neither...do...I. So let's both SHUT THE HELL UP.

I'm not saying don't care. I'm not saying stop trying to learn what you can. But BE HUMBLE IN YOUR ARGUMENTS, for God's sake! YOU DON'T HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS!!! YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY BE WRONG.

Tell me what you think, tell me why. Tell me where you heard it. If you heard it all from the same place, be freaking responsible and at least explore the other side even if you reject it. Try to find something resembling a neutral source, and don't fall into the trap of thinking that every source that disagrees with you is biased. Step back. Use your higher-level thinking.

Then don't get angry with me if I disagree. Don't resort to name calling. If you have a point, make it. If I make a good point, be an adult and admit it. You don't have to come over to my side...but say "I'll have to think about that" or "I haven't researched this enough" or God forbid, "I don't know". I promise I'll do the same for you if you make a point I can't argue with. I make mistakes all the time, I don't mind owning up to them when I do.

And then if we have reached a fundamental point we disagree on, I think we'll find it's a small point and we can be civil and live with that. And probably along the way we'll find 4-5 things we DO agree on that are much more important. And then, for heaven's sake, let's talk about something else that we both know more about so we can have an INFORMED conversation.

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Wow, this is longer than I wanted to go on. I hope I managed to stay nonpartisan on that rant. I hope I never have to go off like that again - let's get back to what this thing is all about...our family. Sorry for the diatribe.

Matt

Monday, October 27, 2008

Nihilism in the Cafeteria

I love my job. I really do. As much as anyone can love a job, I love mine.

Some days I find it annoying, some days I find it tiring, some days I don't want to come in, but I almost never have days that I dread going to work.

It's a fun job, I get to interact with kids all day, which keeps you mentally alert, because you never know where the next psychological attack is coming from next. I feel good about the fact that I'm making some small part of the the universe a slightly better place. I try to make music fun but still make the kids think about stuff.

So, really, seriously...I love my work.

But into every person's life, shadows must creep. And every now and then the stark reality of the vastness of the universe and our feeble attempts to make sense of it all are thrown into our faces when we least expect it. Every so often, a moment occurs which shatters our comfortable worldview, and leaves us staring bleakly at the emptiness and lack of meaning that we try so hard to block out with our routines, our distractions, our hopes.

It happened to me today...during lunch duty.

Again, I usually don't mind all the ketchup packets, Caprisun pouches, and orange slice bags I have to open. It's mindless work, but it doesn't turn lunch into a Ingmar Bergman film. But today...today...

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My duty mate and I were idly passing the time, lamenting how none of the kids were even trying the sweet potato fries, when suddenly, there he was in front of me. I'm not even sure I remember the kid's name...but he had no ketchup or mayonnaise to open...no need to use the restroom...no, he had something far more terrifying to relay. He looked at me with dead eyes and spoke the words which still to this moment are echoing around my mind and I have no doubt will continue to do so until my final breath, like a modern-day 3rd grade "Nevermore"...


"Dwight ate my corn dog."


I stood paralyzed. I looked at my co-worker, unsure of what had just happened. I'm sure she must have felt it too, the feeling that the room had suddenly gotten darker, the air more stagnant, that all of us had somehow died just a little bit inside. Stalling for time, I asked the child-harbinger of doom to repeat himself.


"Dwight ate my corn dog."


I couldn't speak. Suddenly in that moment, everything seemed pointless. All my struggles amounted to less than a drop in the ocean. The Total Perspective Vortex had done its work. I tried to compose myself, but the kid had already walked back to his seat...he could feel it too...he didn't even want me to try to fix the situation, because what was the point? He was done delivering his message of despair.

And I sat and wondered at where my life had taken me, where all I was reduced to was being informed of an illicit lunch consumption. All our lives, our hopes, our dreams, are just corn dogs in the cosmos, and eventually, despite all our struggle...we get eaten by Dwight.

So to all of you - strive, strive to find some solace, some meaning, some hope...and pray that you never come face-to-face with the fiery messenger, and hear the words that clamp the ice around your heart...


"Dwight ate my corn dog."

Sunday, October 26, 2008

T-Minus 6 Days and Counting...

...until my sister's wedding! I can't believe it's finally pretty much here! Rehearsal & dinner are Thurs night, Fri night is Halloween and Sat night is the wedding! I'm pretty excited but pretty nervous about the logistics of getting ourselves, not to mention our 4 kids, everywhere we need to be on the big day! I think if we make it through to the other side of this we deserve a big, fat vacation. Sigh. I'll just take a good outcome from the election a few days after the wedding.

ANYway, Robby's second tooth popped out a few days after the first. As I type this, it's 6:45am and he's awake in his crib and has been for about an hour or so. Pretty unusual for him, so I'm guessing his mouth is not feeling great.

Hannah FINALLY rolled over recently (from tummy to back) but only twice so far. She really could care less about rolling over. However, she cries less and less during tummy time, so that's good.

They both continue to gobble up the barley cereal. Matt's pretty much in charge of this and it's cute to watch him set up. In our tiny little kitchen he puts the two high chairs right next to each other and sets up his chair in front of the two, facing them. He makes one big bowl of cereal for the both of them. Gives Robby two bites for every one of Hannah's. Robby fusses in between each bite as if he's mad that Matt can't get it in fast enough. Pretty cute. I think we'll try baby oatmeal and then I'm thinking of moving on to veggies maybe next week. I'm sincerely considering making some or all of my own pureed baby food. I need to get Matt to get the food processor out of the garage!

The two big girls are doing well. Faith has her "letter of the week" program at school. They work on a letter each week and her homework is to cut out 3 pictures of things that begin with that letter. She also practices writing that letter and can bring in something for show and tell that begins with the letter. She loves doing this homework and it's fun for Matt and me to watch her little brain working in this way.

Mari continues to be stubborn, stubborn, stubborn about potty training. WE happen to think that developmentally, she's totally ready. However she either can't remember or won't remember to tell us that she has to go #2 BEFORE she does it. A recent phenomenon, though, is that she goes off by herself in a corner or a dark room to do it. Very interesting. So we're trying to watch for that to get her to use the potty before it happens. I keep reminding myself that Faith wasn't REALLY potty trained until right after her 3rd bday and Mari won't be 3 until December. But Matt thinks (and I agree) Mari is ready and showing signs. So I think after the wedding we'll work on it a little more closely.

Other than all that :-) things are pretty normal here. Pray for us this week -- we're nervous about the details and I'm nervous that Faith and Mari "flower girls" make it down the church aisle without body checking each other on the way.

Steph

Monday, October 20, 2008

More Milestones

Robby and Hannah are now sleeping in different cribs. "Scooter McRollover" kept rolling into his sister and kicking her awake, so it was time. Kind of a sad moment...but only for us. They're unaware. Thankfully they sleep so well they don't miss each other when they're put in bed. Mainly, I just think about how tiny they looked when we first put them in there and how far off it seemed when we'd have to use the 2nd crib.

Meanwhile, Robby has a tooth! I haven't seen it yet, but Steph discovered it yesterday. I'm hoping that Hannah gets one soon, because she's started some sudden painful screaming and crying and I hope that's all it is.

Both babies are eating cereal well now...Robby can't eat it fast enough. He kind of spazzes if it takes too long for the next bite to get there. Hannah's eating method is to swallow 2/3 of a spoonful and spit the remainder back out. Kind of frustrating, but she's improving. We're gonna try barley tonight, then soon we'll try oatmeal, and Lord help us, then it will be veggie time. Ch-ching....I can remember with Mari walking down the baby aisle at Kroger and just arm-sweeping massive quantities of food into the cart...how bad is it about to get? I don't even like to think about it.

All in all, things are going well. The big wedding continues to gear up, and that will be requiring all our attention in the coming weeks so posting might be a little sparse here pretty soon.

Thanks for stopping by!

Matt

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Trailer Fever

Hello all, long time no post. Actually I was hoping more people had thoughts on the YouTube thing, but I guess that's just me.

Sooo...took the trailer out for the first time - went really well. Too crazy with all the kids to really get any pics...sorry. But we had a nice weekend at the Cross Creek Camping Resort north of Columbus. They do a whole Halloween celebration, so the kids got to go trick or treating around the RV park and then later, got to go on a tractor ride around the park. Everything was all decorated and decked out, really cool.

No major trailer issues - well...the grey tank and black tank were mislabeled. That COULD have been bad, but it didn't cause a problem. And there appears to be a small leak under the bathroom wall...but everything is still covered, so our friends at Holman are taking care of it all.

We're taking our chances and hoping to take it out one more time before it freezes and we need to get it winterized. Pray that there is no hard freeze before mid-November.

Driving the Suburban while towing that beast is not as bad as I thought...still pretty tough to judge where the back of it is, but if it's at all crowded on the highways, I just don't pass anyone. I'm getting the hang of turns, too. Backing up I have not tried yet. We'll work on that sometime...

Meanwhile...Tooks has been sick. Missed preschool all this week. We think she's getting better, but her stomach bug is hanging on for a long time. Slow mover. So far, no one else has caught it, and we are hoping like hades that it stays that way. Faith is a lot tougher patient than Mari.

Nothing exciting this time, sorry guys. I'm also still holding off on talking about the 2009 trip because...things are unsure there now. We'll keep you informed.

Steph's turn to post next. Maybe she can talk about the big wedding preparations.

Matt

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Had to Happen Eventually...

...one of my videos has been BLOCKED on YouTube.

Now of course, technically, yes. My using the music on those videos is not within my rights.

But for heaven's sake. It's a family vacation video. If anything it's creating positive exposure for the artists in question.

And it's not the one I expected to be taken down first.

Who could have guessed that the Moody Blues would be coming after me? Yep. Day 1, 2007 Trip, "Highway". C'mon. Really? You're upset that I used "Highway"? It's not like I used "Nights in White Satin" or "Your Wildest Dreams" or anything they're actually KNOWN for...That video has probably gotten "Highway" more play than it's seen in years.

And to think I was doing a whole Moody Blues marching band show 9 years ago to the day.

Believe me guys, I am a prude for artists' rights. I don't even borrow CDs from my brother to put on my iPod any more.

How on earth is this harming you? It's a FAMILY VACATION VIDEO. I'm not making any money off of it. I think a total of 25 people even took the time to watch the thing.
I even gave full credit to the artists in the description. C'mon you people, I bought the stinking "Time Traveller" boxed set which wasn't even all that great. The cost of that has got to be worth the rights to that long forgotten song...

*Sigh* The society we live in has lost all common sense.

Comments welcome.

Matt

P.S. don't forget to look at the tookie video below if you haven't already.

Monday, October 6, 2008