tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165551397205493182024-03-13T22:27:13.618-05:00Life of the LorenzensThe life and times of the Lorenzen familyLife of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.comBlogger1587125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-29306500576307083222015-04-11T17:50:00.001-05:002015-04-11T17:50:45.717-05:00Daily GratitudeToday I am thankful for a nice walking path around the hospital.<div><br><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sJoZNY-5cCU/VSmlM51pp0I/AAAAAAAAQ-g/twVaedW9aqM/s640/blogger-image-1338936626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sJoZNY-5cCU/VSmlM51pp0I/AAAAAAAAQ-g/twVaedW9aqM/s640/blogger-image-1338936626.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>And a fun kitchen helper.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9MRXpNup5es/VSmlQxnMtnI/AAAAAAAAQ-o/GD5fhc9_Xgw/s640/blogger-image--1656591633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9MRXpNup5es/VSmlQxnMtnI/AAAAAAAAQ-o/GD5fhc9_Xgw/s640/blogger-image--1656591633.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-65983122793556154802015-01-24T20:45:00.000-06:002015-01-26T20:56:06.900-06:00Bunnies & chickensWe have recently become friends with a family who lives on a farm outside Waverly. They have a lot of free-range chickens and a litter of baby bunnies only a couple weeks old. We paid a visit on a beautiful Saturday morning. Emily enjoyed holding the bunnies much more than Lincoln. He was more interested in chasing the chickens around with a bucket of corn. They both helped gather about a dozen eggs, which we took home to eat, and they also helped feed & water the animals. Of course, on the way home we got the expected, "Can we have chickens and bunnies?" question. The standard answer: "No, that's why we go visit them at other people's houses." :)<br />
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<br />Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-47320368591123389682015-01-19T21:14:00.000-06:002015-01-26T21:14:37.829-06:005 years + 8 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lincoln's "Game of the Month" for January has been <a href="http://www.simplyfun.com/PublicStore/stores/homeoffice/AM/product/Bank-It,718.aspx" target="_blank"><i>Bank It!</i></a> He received it from us for Christmas and he absolutely LOVES it. After a few rounds of learning by trial and error, he has figured out some strategies for making good decisions about balancing earning money, buying and saving. He has also become really good at counting money and can make change using the nickels, dimes and quarters. I don't mind playing it pretty much every day, which makes it a "win" for everyone! :)<br />
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Lincoln has also been doing an excellent job reading the books from the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0062266896/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0062266896&linkCode=as2&tag=lifeofthelore-20&linkId=45E57ITI7BBLLYLI">Learn to Read with Tug the Pup and Friends!</a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=lifeofthelore-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0062266896" height="1" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /> box set he received for Christmas. He has worked his way through the A and B Guided Reading levels. It is so much fun to listen to him figure things out on his own!
Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-38742150627463354862015-01-17T21:24:00.000-06:002015-01-26T21:26:31.414-06:00Football stand<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0qltsjyGKWw/VMcEfAVoeLI/AAAAAAAAQ8k/czxkJ8Whm9E/s1600/Football%2Bstand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0qltsjyGKWw/VMcEfAVoeLI/AAAAAAAAQ8k/czxkJ8Whm9E/s1600/Football%2Bstand.jpg" height="400" width="298" /></a>We are so glad Andjelka is back from her Semester at Sea! She watched the the kids today while Austin & I attended the Leadership Retreat at Orchard Hill. She took this picture and posted on Facebook: <br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".4.1:3:1:$comment10152996377918798_10152997258893798:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".4.1:3:1:$comment10152996377918798_10152997258893798:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".4.1:3:1:$comment10152996377918798_10152997258893798:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$0:0"></span></span></span><br />
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<br />Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-65220604729773272662015-01-14T21:19:00.000-06:002015-01-26T21:19:50.995-06:00Hair cuts<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrsWoFgJML4/VMcDP6z6P7I/AAAAAAAAQ8Y/Zh4HfDlDYT8/s1600/Emily%2Bhair%2Bcut2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrsWoFgJML4/VMcDP6z6P7I/AAAAAAAAQ8Y/Zh4HfDlDYT8/s1600/Emily%2Bhair%2Bcut2.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a>The kids & I headed to Denver tonight for hair cuts. Emily needed a good trim, but decided to cut 4" off instead. Lincoln wanted a "professional" cut. I just needed my layers evened out a bit. It's always fun to visit and catch up with Trudie!<br />
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<br />Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-56180196285198409232014-09-02T22:08:00.000-05:002014-09-08T22:09:20.452-05:00First day of St. John preschool<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After a lot of thought and consideration, we decided to hold Lincoln back for another year of preschool. He is enrolled at <a href="http://www.sjlpwaverly.com/" target="_blank">St. John's Lutheran Preschool</a> for five afternoons per week . This is where he attended for a semester when he was 3 years old. <br />
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Today was his first day, and he was so excited! He insisted on riding bikes. The church is only four blocks away, but it requires crossing a very busy 4th Street SW. He arrived in style with his snazzy Agent P backpack. He hardly gave a second glance before running into the classroom.<br />
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Emily has also done a lot of growing up this month. From swimming to riding a bike to attempting to braid her own hair, she is no longer a little girl. She has also decided she is totally over Hello Kitty. She was so excited to pick out a new backpack that was "more like my style". It turns out her "style" is anything besides an animated character. :) We ended up ordering one online that came just in time for the first day of school. She likes panda bears and has recently changed her favorite color from green to blue. </div>
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Emily also lost two more teeth this month and is now sporting a "holey" smile. She pulled both of them out by herself late at night and surprised us in the morning.</div>
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Emily's favorite books right now are the <i>Dear America</i> series and anything Encyclopedia Brown. While Lincoln likes listening to the radio at night, Emily's current music of choice is Mannheim Steamroller Christmas CD's. <br />
<br />Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-39939836588635510982014-08-30T21:34:00.000-05:002014-09-08T21:35:26.922-05:00Shining selfieThis is what happens when someone is bored in the van and starts messing around with photo settings on the iPad.<br />
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We spent Emily's last official day of summer enjoying some time at the park.</div>
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Lincoln has grown up in a lot of ways this month. He usually picks out his outfit and dresses himself, although there's a very good chance it will be a mismatch or something will be on backwards. He has decided it's cool not to wear a shirt sometimes like Daddy. He doesn't want to wear a rash guard with his swim trunks (which means his tummy and back are being exposed to the sun for the first time in his life). He also likes sleeping shirtless.<br />
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Lincoln also insists on getting food out for himself. He especially likes to make toast and run the microwave.<br />
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He has started listening to the radio (Life 101.9) at night instead of CD's. You can always ask him what the weather will be!<br />
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Lincoln is also pretty much past Thomas the Train. He doesn't play with his trains much anymore. He doesn't care for his Thomas clothing or some of his other Thomas gear. Of course, when the Thomas catalog came in the mail this month, he spent days circling and wanting to buy all sorts of things (Emily calculated that his wish list items totaled over $2,000!). However, as soon as the catalog disappeared, so did his interest in Thomas again.Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-79907321199932049682014-08-15T21:49:00.000-05:002014-09-07T21:58:36.499-05:00De Zoete Winkel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The kids got to spend a few days at Grandpa & Grandma Boote's while Austin & I attended and volunteered at the Global Leadership Summit at our church. They had tons of fun going to the library and park, riding bikes, playing with cousins, helping on the farm and swimming. They also got to take a trip to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/DeZoeteWinkel" target="_blank">De Zoete Winkel</a> "Frozen Sweets" frozen yogurt shop in Orange City.<br />
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<br />Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-5834900582423715732014-08-09T22:41:00.000-05:002014-08-26T22:41:59.744-05:00Goodbye, cows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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While back in my hometown for the funeral, we said another goodbye. After milking cows for most of their lives and managing a very successful and well-respected dairy business, my dad and uncle have decided to sell the cows and transition into semi-retirement. <br />
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Although we didn't live on the "home farm" growing up, I have many fond memories. The most distinct is the summer I turned 16. My job for those months was to do the morning milking of approximately 125 cows, bottle-feed approximately 20 calves and power-wash the parlor six mornings per week from 6:00-9:00am. I gained so much respect for my dad and his vocation that summer. My favorite part was helping pull calves.<br />
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Here are some other highlights of our goodbye tour:<br />
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Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-35173675996732772852014-08-08T22:06:00.000-05:002014-08-26T22:09:18.889-05:00Grandpa Vander Kooi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Wednesday morning I got the phone call I had been expecting for months. My beloved Grandpa Vander Kooi had passed away in the night. He was almost 94 years old and had been in a nursing home for almost five years. Although he never complained, his health had been in a steady decline for the last year. I had said my goodbyes several times since Thanksgiving, so I was completely at peace. My Facebook post was<span class="userContent"> the following:<i> </i></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><i>Quietly praising God today that my beloved
Grandpa Vander Kooi has finally heard those blessed words, "Well done,
good and faithful servant." As I cherish the memories I will always
stand in awe and gratitude at the amazing example he was of a life well
lived. I hope he's playing golf with God today!</i></span></blockquote>
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<span class="userContent">The visitation was Thursday night. There was a family prayer service and interment Friday afternoon with a memorial service at night. It was a bit of a whirlwind, but such a beautiful reminder of the amazing, humble, faithful, loyal, kind, selfless, giving servant my grandpa was. </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">The display honoring his life told the story of a young athlete, a patriotic WWII POW, a faithful husband, an honest business owner and a fun-filled grandpa. For a more detailed look at some of the table items, including a summary of his POW experience, please see my sister's blog post <a href="http://here./">here.</a> </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">These hands hold so many beautiful memories. Four years ago, my sister did another blog post as a tribute to my grandpa on his 90th birthday. It included so many of the memories I have. Here is an excerpt:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Here are some of my favorite memories of Grandpa Jim:<br />
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<li><span style="color: #351c75;">Playing cards at the kitchen table on Sunday afternoons. We played "<a href="http://www.pagat.com/domino/kingscorners.html">King's Corner</a>" and "<a href="http://www.pagat.com/draw/golf.html">Golf</a>" but I hated the game "Hearts", so I'd go to the back bedroom to watch Nickelodeon (or <i>Wings</i> on USA) whenever they played that game. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">On the drive home, sometimes he'd let us "drive". He'd do the gas
and we'd steer the wheel. If we took the blue and white pickup home,
we'd sit in the back on the wheel wells and used brooms to sweep the
streets as we drove the few blocks home. Obviously this was before
people got uptight about child restraint.</span>
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<li><span style="color: #351c75;">When Grandpa came to mow at our house on Saturday or in the summer,
he'd ask us if we wanted to go out for "coffee" after he was done.
He'd take us to the bowling alley where we would get to pick out 2
Little Debbie packages from under a special glass dome on the counter.
One of us would share a package with Grandpa and the other 2 sisters
would share the other package. My favorite was the Chocolate Chip Cakes
but I have many memories of Swiss Cake Rolls too! Such a simple act
that meant so much to us!</span>
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<li><span style="color: #351c75;">Grandpa has thick white hair that is actually quite long if you
comb it straight up! Which we did, using rubber bands to put it in all
kinds of ponytails while he [pretended] to sleep in the chair.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">He would sing a little tune called "Never on a Sunday, Sunday,
Sunday, always on a Monday, Monday, Monday. Never on a Monday, Monday,
Monday, Always on a Tuesday..." and would often fill a silence with a
cheerful "doo-pee-doo".</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">In high school, I got to introduce him as the speaker at a
Veteran's Day assembly at our school. Grandpa was a tail gunner in the
Air Force during WWII and after his plane was shot down, he parachuted
into enemy territory, was captured, and spent 1 year and 1 day as a
Prisoner of War. He occasionally will give a talk about his experience
and what it means to have freedom--not only in our country, but freedom
in Christ. I sincerely appreciate the sacrifices he made and am proud
of his service.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">He owned a trucking business but sold it right after I was born to
the parents of one of my classmates. I sincerely appreciate the fact
that the company still bears my grandpa's name and I think it still
gives him pride to see those trucks and that name.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">He has lived a life of service to others that is worth following.
In addition to mowing lawns, I know he did many things for widows in
town, delivered bulletins to shut-ins, picked ladies up for church,
played bingo at the nursing home, and brought people out for coffee who
didn't have many friends. I'll never know all the things he did for
people, but the ones I do know of made an impression on me of how going
out of your way just a little can mean a lot for other people.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">He likes watching sports--golf on TV and basketball in person. My
grandma and him used to go to the High School Boys State Tournament
every year and watched the games all week. They'd line up way early to
get their special seats--half court line, in the balcony, just to the
left of the door, about 2 rows up in the old Vets Auditorium. He's also
been a big follower of the Iowa Hawkeyes.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">In his younger days, he played on the Hometown softball team called
the "Orphans". They were called the Orphans because they didn't have a
home field. He enjoyed watching baseball and softball in later years
and I enjoyed listening to his "field chatter" such as "Just a little
bingo, that's all we need, just a little bingo." </span>
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<li><span style="color: #351c75;">He went to Northwestern College in Orange City back when it was a
Junior College. He said he took a bus and paid $110 tuition, which he
paid for by sweeping Zwemer Hall! He played on the basketball team and
the football team, although he said his year of college was the first
time he'd ever played football.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">During the Orange City Tulip Festival, they used to choose some
young men to carry the queen. I think he said they literally carried her
on some sort of contraption. Anyway, he was a member of the "court"
that carried the queen.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">Grandpa went to the public high school (the same one Adam and I
graduated from, the one my grandma went to, as well as both my
parents---can you tell why it's hard for me to let go of my alma mater
pride?). His oldest brother went to the Christian High School, but he
said once there got to be too many kids, they couldn't afford it, so the
middle kids had to go to the free public school. Then, when they were
out of the house and there was only one daughter left, she got to go to
the Christian School. I personally think the middle kids got the best
deal! :)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">He used to tell the story that when my grandma was in commercial
college in Mankato, he'd go up to visit her and there was a 5 cent movie
theater and a 10 cent movie theater in town. He never saw the inside
of the 10 cent theater. (Can you also tell where I get my frugal genes
from?)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">Grandpa had a huge garden in the backyard where I'm sure he grew
all kinds of things, but the only ones I distinctly remember are the red
potatoes and the raspberry bushes. Yum! My BIL (who now lives in
Grandpa's old house with my sister) is trying to get the garden going
again. I hope we can find a way to get rid of those rabbits!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">I distinctly remember watching my grandpa water ski behind my
Uncle's boat on Storm Lake. Since he is 90 and I am 28, this means he
had to have been around 70 when I witnessed this?!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;">Watching the love and care my grandpa showed my grandma in her last
few years is something that has been a great witness to me. My
grandparents started dating in high school and were married for almost
66 years before my grandma passed last September. His love for her was
and is so evident to all of us.</span></li>
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<span class="userContent"> The full post can be found <a href="http://uuhhwhat.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-90th-birthday-grandpa.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">I was glad I decided at the last minute to say a word about him at the memorial service. Here is the approximate text:</span><br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TPyenDBnU08/U_1JdzJIW-I/AAAAAAAAQog/Na6zNSH9EBM/s1600/Grandpa%2BVK%2Bvisitation10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TPyenDBnU08/U_1JdzJIW-I/AAAAAAAAQog/Na6zNSH9EBM/s1600/Grandpa%2BVK%2Bvisitation10.jpg" height="400" width="238" /></a><span class="userContent">The last couple days have brought so many beautiful reminders of the type of person my grandpa was. The word that has been with me is "legacy." So many people these days are only concerned with their own comfort in the here and now and rarely stop to think about how their actions will impact others or the future. My grandpa was not one of those people. Through his constant and consistent positive attitude, humility, kindness, and wit, he made a difference in the life of everyone he came into contact with.</span> </blockquote>
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He was a picture of faithfulness to God, to his country and to his family. The most impacting of these to me was his tireless, unfailing devotion to my grandma--especially during her final years at Pleasant Acres Nursing Home. This was again exemplified by my mom as she faithfully cared for my grandpa--especially since my grandma passed away five years ago. It is something my kids have observed and noted. That is the true definition of legacy. I pray that I can honor both God and my grandpa by continuing his legacy. </blockquote>
I will always be grateful for the time I had with my grandpa. As I told him one of the last times I saw him, "I can't wait to hang out with you in heaven!"Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-46614660385102039022014-08-05T21:15:00.000-05:002014-08-26T21:16:31.661-05:00Swimming!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgM6gDG9SEc/U_081sbTDXI/AAAAAAAAQn4/uwrt0yu8aRA/s1600/Swimming3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgM6gDG9SEc/U_081sbTDXI/AAAAAAAAQn4/uwrt0yu8aRA/s1600/Swimming3.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a>After another unsuccessful attempt at swimming lessons last winter at the W, I was lucky to find a private teacher able to get some lessons in at the municipal pool before it closed for the season. Emily has become so much braver and more comfortable in the water. By the end of four lessons, she had passed the equivalent of two levels and was doing multiple strokes. She also started going down the water slide. I was so proud! Lincoln also did well and passed another level. He is still very hesitant about getting his head wet or putting his face in the water, but he loves floating around in a ring in the big pool or splashing around the kiddie pool. I no longer feel like I have to hover over either of them. There are some videos from an afternoon at the pool in the August play list.<br />
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Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-3468572155555193122014-08-05T20:54:00.000-05:002014-08-26T20:54:45.765-05:00National Night OutToday the kids & I enjoyed the activities and food at Kohlmann Park for National Night Out. The free event is sponsored by the Waverly Police Department.<br />
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<br />Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-3711120482863966102014-08-03T20:58:00.000-05:002014-08-26T20:58:52.600-05:00Emily rides a bike!We have struggled for three summers to get Emily to ride a bike without training wheels. She had determined that she couldn't do it and would either purposely crash or just flat out refuse to try. We had even acquired a small bike with the pedals removed to act as a balance bike to learn on. Finally, this afternoon I told her I'd buy her a Razor scooter if she learned to ride without training wheels. She thought about it and then got out the balance bike. Within an hour, she asked to have the training wheels removed from her bike and started cruising up and down the hospital parking lot. Who'd a thunk?!? Here is the video proof...<br />
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Emily comes up with all kinds of big ideas. This month she wanted to put together a big backyard carnival and invite four families. She made tickets and thought of rides and booths. [Un]fortunately, she got distracted by RAGBRAI.<br />
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After watching "Phineas and Ferb the Movie: Across the 2nd Dimension" Emily has been making plans to make a sequel called "Across the 3rd Dimension." She has cast herself as the ultra-cool Candace from the 2nd Dimension.<br />
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Who knows what she'll come up with next?!?Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-33870976986679710602014-07-30T22:54:00.000-05:002014-08-02T15:54:43.072-05:00AdventurelandIt's hard to believe, but I have never been to <a href="https://www.adventurelandpark.com/" target="_blank">Adventureland</a>
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fun day. The weather was absolutely perfect. It took Emily a little
while to warm up and figure things out, but she had a great time. She
even went on the log ride and a lot of water slides! Lincoln talked big
about going on roller coasters, but stuck to the kiddie rides and the
lazy river with me. His favorite ride of the day was the bumper cars. A
huge thanks to Grandpa & Grandma Lorenzen for a fun day filled
with great memories!<br />
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Life of the Lorenzenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02121486263002622585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216555139720549318.post-55479235990398012612014-07-27T21:50:00.000-05:002014-08-28T22:40:02.387-05:00First 4-H projectSince Emily was a Clover Kid this year, she was able to take a project to the fair. I didn't know exactly what to expect for her, but I was in 4-H for seven years, so I knew how to do a proper 4-H project. We'd been trying to think of something for months, but it finally dawned on me to just let her take the "Upcycle Dolls" she had already made. Emily picked some of her favorites, and I offered some suggestions to improve the display she had already made for the library. She included some of her origami objects, and I got to play with my Cricut machine. :)<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le2B8R3c15M/U91Yly04wrI/AAAAAAAAQcc/c693GQPBIDI/s1600/4-H+judging+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le2B8R3c15M/U91Yly04wrI/AAAAAAAAQcc/c693GQPBIDI/s1600/4-H+judging+1.jpg" height="400" width="298" /></a>I found out a write-up (i.e. goal card) is optional for Clover Kids, but I had Emily do one anyway complete with inserted pictures. It was the first time she had typed up anything, and she did a great job! She explained what upcycling is, talked about Camp Invention, mentioned her donation of items to the Upcycle Fair at the library (hello, citizenship!), cited the web site she used for origami instructions and listed two things she learned: It's cheaper and more fun to make things yourself, and it helps the environment to use things you might just throw away. Then we did a practice session talking to a judge with me playing the role of the judge and Austin as an audience.<br />
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The "judging" itself was kind of a letdown. It turns out a Clover Kids project is just a show-and-tell with the judge who sweetly says, "Boy, you've been busy! What do we have here? You did a great job!" There were no deeper questions, and the judge hardly even glanced at the write-up. The kids just get a participation ribbon and some coupons for the fair. Afterwards, Emily remarked, "Boy, Mom, yours took a lot longer!"<br />
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Overall, it was a great experience, though. I think Emily got a feel for what it's like to do a 4-H project, and she was very excited about having her stuff on display. We're proud of our Clover Explorer!<br />
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