Come from Away

  When September 11, 2001 began, it was a normal Tuesday. I was up early for something I don't remember, but I was on my way home when I heard the news of the first attack. I got in the door, and Mom was already watching the news. We sat together and watched the next attack unfold in shock.

    Growing up in the 80s and 90s, we were still dealing with the aftermath of the world wars, the Cold War, and Y2K. We were collectively holding our breath for the proverbial shoe to drop. So, when it did, we expected the world to end. 

    Watching those towers fall and the ensuing aftermath was devastating. Hearing about the downed plane that didn't reach its destination due to the brave acts of the passengers on board was equally inspiring and heart wrenching. Knowing so many were losing someone they loved and depended on, it galvanized us as a country and showed the world what being American really stood for. 

    I have heard many lament for the time just after the attacks. When we as a nation came together in a way rarely seen. We looked out for each other. Even with the fear of further retaliation, we had learned from our past mistakes a bit and didn't go full boar on discriminating against all those who could claim Middle Eastern descent. This time we did not round up everyone and place them in camps. This is not to say that people were not hostile or degrading towards them, but the level of hostility never resulted in the government taking them away. I consider this an improvement in our behavior as a nation; when the precedent was there, our government chose to look outward for hostile forces this time. 

    That is not to say that we as a nation were fair to those who held no affiliation to extremists; people were still scared. We saw this yet again when COVID hit and suddenly anyone with Asian descent was suspect. Fear often unlocks the worst in humanity, and fear was ever present.

    But I digress; what put me in this reminiscent mood was that this month is the 25th anniversary of the attacks, and Daniel, Lizzy, Emily, and I were able to attend a showing of Come From Away, the musical about the planes that were diverted to Newfoundland as a precaution when the airspace was shut down. I had heard of the musical since 2017 and knew it was worth the viewing, so when I saw it come up at the Rep, I secured the tickets. We actually went to see it on September 12, so it was timely to say the least. 

    

    The fact that they landed in Newfoundland is poignant. For many of the passengers and crew of the 38 planes that landed there, really did find a new land. A new place to start and return to. If you get the chance to see this incredible show, please go. It is beautiful and heartbreaking, hopeful and just so, so human. The music is wonderful, and the band was so talented. Emily made friends with her seatmates, and we had a nice chat about the play and theater. It was a wonderful evening, and I should have brought 3 boxes of tissues; I was weeping before the second song. 

    This is what I like to remember: how people from anywhere and everywhere can find hope together. The world isn't nearly as cold as it seems; we are all, after all, human.

Happy Birthday Henry!

    I had been asking Henry what he wanted to do for his birthday for a few weeks. He finally decided on snakes for the theme. I wasn't sure where to go with that. I thought maybe snakes and ladders, but I never got that idea off the ground. The day of his birthday was pretty packed for us. Daniel picked up kits from Home Depot for us to finish at home, then he took the older kids to the Temple to meet up with Grandpa Ron and the Blacks for baptisms. 

    We celebrated when they came back. Henry had picked out a controller piñata, because snakes were not an option. He was very happy with it, though. Since this was a traditional piñata, we had it outside. We had to convince Teddy not to get within swinging distance, but after a bit he realized it was in his best interests to stand back. Devon landed the winning blow.

    After the obligatory trading of spoils, we headed inside for presents.

    He recieved a romote controlled snake from Grandma and Papa, it's already bit me twice! Henry loves it. The dagger is a dice holder.

Henry was thwarted by the candles, they just would not blow out!

He succeded in the end though!

    Happy birthday Henry!

Back to School

     Back to School Time! Teddy is in a transitional kindergarten; his class has only 6 students. I caught this cute picture of Henry showing Teddy the ropes.

    Emily got to go for an early preview of her new school. Henry keeps calling her a traitor for moving to the middle school without him, but he's happy to be in charge at the elementary.

The last day of summer vacation, the kids voted to go to the park. This proved to be a terrible idea.

    

    Emily fell and hurt her wrist, Henry got a rope burn on his arm, and Devon fell through the ropes on the top and hurt his leg. We limped out of the park after about an hour, defeated. 

    In classic kindergarter fashion, Teddy says he never wants to go to school again! But he has a lot of fun there. His teacher is kind enough to send pictures of their day.

This year I couldn't get all of the kids together for first day pictures.

   

The Fun Continues

     I signed us all up for a fishing family event at Burr Oak. It was a fun time for the most part. Devon was ready to quit after he pulled in a bluegill. Teddy was quickly bored as well, but it was fun. Everyone caught a fish except for Charles and Teddy.

    School is quickly approaching, and that means new school clothes. After a busy morning of fishing and a Home Depot kid workshop, we outfitted everyone, leading to an impressive receipt! 

    

    We went to the library to drop off our stuffies for a sleepover.  

Then we went to the theater to watch Muppet's Treasure Island. We did our best pirate impression.

Teddy made his first dinner!

    

    Later we went back to the library for Camp Half-blood. It was fun. We had to exit a labyrinth, make a laurel crown, paint a rock, and have our parentage revealed. 

    Lizzy also got her first car! A cute little vibe hatchback. She worked so hard for it, and is still in sticker shock from all the extra fees, like taxes and registration. She had to declare her personal property. Being an adult can be very pricey sometimes. 

 

I'm so proud of her. She has worked for over a year to afford it.