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By Lisa Cherry

For many years adding babies to our family were considered regularly scheduled “holidays.” With 10 children’s births, our older kids had a chance to establish “having new baby routines” much like one would establish “going back to school routines.”

We might have been the only family on the block who had recycled decorating supplies in the storage closet that said It’s a Boy! or It’s a Girl!  In fact, I remember when one of the children asked if we could have a new baby so that Gram could stay with us and take them to Steak and Shake to celebrate! (Now there’s a good reason to add another family member.)

Honestly, the kids and I miss those days. Josiah’s babyhood is gone and my maternity clothes are too. But no one can get too sad because we have more baby toys around our house than ever. With four grandbabies arriving in three years we are not losing practice yet.

When precious little Benjamin Judah, the son of Nathan and Tara, made his appearance a couple of weeks ago, our family made quite an entry to the maternity ward. I was a little nervous that the nurses might draw the line on our family welcoming event.

But once again, we celebrated with tears of joy that miracle from God. In mass.  All together with everyone begging for their turn for a holding. Ahhh, God is so good to us!

(But, I could not find any of those stored It’s a Boy! signs. Good thing Wal-Mart could help me restock.)

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Jesse Wilcox Smith~ On His Knee

By Lisa Cherry

I have so enjoyed watching my own precious daughter, Kalyn, become a mother!  Kyla Grace Waller made her debut just three weeks ago. Healthy, sweet, and beautiful.   Adam and Kalyn are so thrilled even though they are losing sleep and learning about projectile spit up!

Of course, Kyla is the darling of the family and everyone wants to hold her.  Even Josiah has had his turn to hold Kyla several times.

While I must admit that little Kyla must be the cutest little newborn currently on the face of the earth (I have to be careful or I could get myself in trouble here!), I must also say that my own daughter and son-in-law must be some of the cutest new parents!

If I had a quarter for every time I have answered Kalyn's question, "Is_____ normal, Mom?" I think we might have Kyla’s college education halfway financed.  They are a diligent pair giving their little sweetheart every Godly blessing a baby could ever hope for.

So I sure have been wishing that some of their "baby moments" of crying could be eased.  When Kalyn would call home a little overwhelmed, I would sometimes offer my wise old advice: Try a car ride.  That will often calm everyone's nerves.   But Kalyn and Adam would always agree quickly, "Mom, that will never work.  She seems to hate her car seat!"  Poor kids, I mused.  Could be a long infancy!

Well, the other night Kalyn was over at the house with the baby.  Adam was working so after her fifth evening nursing, Kalyn was eager to pack up Kyla and make a break for the road home.  Tara, who is the mother of my other two precious grandbabies, was keeping Kalyn company while she was packing up her stuff.  While we all sat in the living room watching Kalyn maneuver the baby into her car seat, Tara's face reflected a puzzling look.

"Kalyn, is that how you always put Kyla in her car seat?" she asked.

"Why, yes. Is there a problem?" Kalyn replied.

Tara bit her lip to keep from laughing as she gently reached down and pointed out an obvious issue.  Kyla's little legs were in the wrong position in her 5-point harness!  Poor thing.  She was pinned in with no wiggle room as her legs went over where they should have gone under!

The whole room erupted in laughter.  Especially when Kyla, who was already beginning to protest about her car seat, kicked her legs free when Auntie Tara repositioned her belt.  Freedom for Kyla and sleep for Mom and Dad.

Kalyn was quite embarrassed to admit to three weeks of improper car seat usage even after coming from a family of ten.  I guess it is just different when it is your own baby!  Kalyn just figured Adam must have read some new way of doing it.

The car rides have been transformed.  No more baby torture.  Now if they could just solve projectile spit up, they would have it made!  Ha Ha!

By Lisa Cherry

Wow, what an amazing week!  Nine days, and 2500 miles worth of Rocky Mountain high with my 13, 12,10, and 4 year old sons and my "mature" father (who wants his age withheld!) I was the chief cook and backpack stuffer to the boyhood dream trip. Of a lifetime.

We hiked a few miles, built multiple fires, and saw many, many wild animals—just about enough to break Grandad. He had promised a cash reward for every elk, moose, or mountain sheep spotted. He was grateful that he waited to set his rate until a few days of spotting work had passed. When two of the boys passed 500 elk sightings, his rate was conveniently set at a penny a head!

I saw on AOL a few days ago about a new book release titled Fifty Dangerous Things You Should let your Children Do. As the only female on board for this journey, I felt compelled to follow the author’s advice. Let the boys be boys, you know.

So I did not flinch when they wanted to use hand sanitizer to build a fire and grill tortillas and cookies. I didn't even stop them when they walked on the logs over the creek. And I didn’t complain when I was left to hand wash the jeans and tennis shoes that surprisingly landed in the creek. I felt like Supermama!

But when the stable attendant chose the biggest horse in all of Estes Park for me while all of my boys were riding ponies or small mounts, I almost complained. After swallowing my fear of heights and enduring five minutes of this terror, I almost stopped the wagon train and paid extra to have someone take me back to the barn.

Then I saw Josiah's cute little face beaming up at me as he rode on the back of his horsey, and my heart melted. I decided that I would find that place of adventure buried deep inside me, tap into it, and stick with the ride for 55 more minutes. But somebody better have a ladder to get me down at the end, I muttered to myself.

I would not trade this week of memories for anything. Probably the best part? A week with my own daddy. Celebrating the gift of life and reliving our heritage!

Image courtesy of Aaron Murphy

By Lisa Cherry

My “flying mama” tour with Acquire the Fire is quickly drawing to a close. With dozens of flight hours under my now experienced traveler belt, I have just one question for the airlines:

Do we really need the live demonstration as to how to buckle our seatbelts?

Now really! Who is now alive in our modern world that has not encountered a seat belt buckle? My great-grandmother Cozine who was born in 1890 might have needed a little help, if she had ever gotten on an airplane before she died.

Zine never drove a car and never even trusted riding in one. I have vivid images from the 1970s when we would pick her up to bring her to our house. During the entire trip, she would sit nervously in the car with one hand religiously gripping the door handle. My mom would try to get her to buckle up, but she always refused. She wanted to be able to get out quickly if there was an accident, she said. Kinda like exiting her buggy if the horse decided to buck.

But other than Zine, (who has been gone for almost 24 years) who would need help learning how to fasten a buckle? We have seat belt laws and car seat requirements for our vehicles. Could it be those seatbelt-less city slickers who only ride subways and buses? Or maybe the Amish who mainly drive farm equipment? And if so, what would they be doing on a plane?

On my last trip, my heart went out to the flight attendant holding up the ceremonial demo belt. Maybe just once a spunky one (probably from Southwest Airlines) will decide she has had enough of the speech and break out with the question that we, as we sit dutifully buckled in, are wondering:

“Would the passenger who does not know how to fasten their seat belt please stand up so that we can all come give you a personal demonstration?”

Until then I guess we will all have to comply with the FAA rules and endure the show.

Prevents lawsuits I’m sure for any sue-happy passengers who would claim they don’t know how to operate a seat belt.  Maybe these folks will be on the same flight as the McDonald’s customer (you remember the one) who didn’t know that coffee is usually served hot.

By Beth Groh

Watching the news can be an awful lot like watching sports.

You click to ESPN: Who’s ahead? Who scored? Who’s behind?

Now click to CNN: Who’s ahead? Who scored? Who’s behind?  See a few similarities?

I catch myself with that “Who won? Who lost?” mindset watching the news, and certainly did years ago as a kid. It was the daily snapshot view of who (or what) was ahead or behind—the daily highlights and instant replays.

But I remember as a child having a different feel of this news-watching experience at my grandparents’ house… and, oh, I got plenty of chances because Grandad always loved to watch the news!

News-watching with Grandad, though, was more like watching just one short chapter of a very long epic book or play. He always talked about the daily events as if they fit into a bigger picture, like they gave him signs to gauge the times.

Sometimes his armchair news commentary sounded quite practical, especially when it came to money and investing. “If trends like this continue,” he might reason, “then I may need to rethink a few things.”

Other times his grandfatherly observations were more general, especially as he talked about the “evil” of communism during the Cold War era.

So why was Grandad more of an analyzer than a play-by-play commentator? Continue reading “Watching the News with Grandad: Kid Worldview” »