The Lives and Adventures of the McCune Dickerson Family

Sunday, November 28, 2010

about that blessing

o.... I meant to actually write about Rowan/Rowen's blessing, but I have a faint recollection that after writing it one evening, she woke up and I went to put her down and never made it back...

We had a wonderful day with friends and family up in Vancouver for the blessing. My parents and Abram's brother Dallin drove up with us from Bellingham and then we were joined by wonderful friends from our beloved Acadia community: Nora, "Papa Mike," Bridger, Julia, Olivier, Ugo, Hannah, Marley, and Lisa. It was so good to see so many dear friends in our Vancouver 1st Ward as well--we dearly miss being a part of that sweet, loving congregation.

We had some lovely treats in the park provided by Grandma McCune (complete with the decorative touches for which she is notorious:) and played around in the sun-baked grass (can you hear the nostalgia as I look back from the beginnings of wet winter?).

Here's a few more photos from the day:




We felt very blessed not only to have such a sweet little soul joining our family, but also for the wonderful friends and family that were able to join us in our celebration and gratitude. We miss all you beloved Vancouverites!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

July 25 2010

La Familia!

Here's our little angel on the day of her blessing

Laughing with her dad

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Mazama Camping Trip


About a month ago, just after Rowen was born, our good friends Mike, Nora, and Bridger invited us on a co-family backpacking trip to the Washington coast. We accepted under the pretense of low miles, shared loads, and sunny weather. However, and not surprisingly, during the planning/packing phase the would be epic of carrying 4 days of provisions, and 3 children amongst 4 adults was deemed unnecessary to enjoy a wilderness outing as families. We opted for a milder car-camping and day hiking destination on the east side of the cascades and the sunshine and mountains of the Upper Methow Valley.


None of us had been through the North Cascades and over Washington Pass and we were not disappointed. As the thick trees, lakes, and forests dropped into the mountains shadows into the open meadows, rocky crags, and open forests of the eastern side of the mountains we knew we had "settled" for a great location.


The trip had a relaxing a mild flavor with great hikes, meals, and lots of time hanging out. Our first full day of the trip Shannon, Nora, and Bridger did a long loop hike up into the upper valley and discovered a open meadows and abandoned cabins. And the next day Aurora, Mike, Shannon, and I climbed Goat Peak and arrived at a fire-lookout opening a view across the valley and deep into the Cascades


Mostly though we had a great time just camping out with the kids. Aurora and Bridger spent lots of time along the river thowing rocks, playing in the dirt, and livin' in the out-o-doors.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Strawberries!

It has been a persistent wet spring delaying the onset of the berry season, but with the sun breaking through the grey we finally have enjoyed the first round of Northwestern berries.



We tried out a new smaller farm this year with great success! Rows and rows of succulent fresh strawberries. When first picked each berries had an almost fluorescent sheen. Aurora had a great time running up the rows with more berries ending up in her mouth than in her bucket, which is what we love about "u-pick"!



With Grandpa and Grandma McCune visiting we picked several buckets of berries. We got a little to carried away with so many berries so fresh and so easy to pick. When we finally pulled ourselves out of the pach we had almost 5 gallons of berries totalling over 40 lbs of strawberries!



It has been a berry past several days, we've made LOTS of strawberry jam, strawberry shortcake, frozen strawberries, and the much loved chocolate covered strawberries!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Pictures of the Fam





Rowen Grace McCune Dickerson


Though it comes just over a month past I am making the time to write Rowens birth story. With today being fathers day, I believe is an appropriate use of my time. While I could not be happier having two beautiful daughters, I still wonder if this is possible. Am I really the father of two kids? I've discovered that I have difficulty comprehending many of the monumental events in my life. The uncertainties of life, my own inadequacies, and the significance of such events are so weighty that I sometimes find it difficulty to appreciate the gravity of the events as they are happening to me. I felt this a lot with Rowen's birth. Finishing grad school, moving, settling in to a new home, getting the garden in, working, taking care of Aurora, being a husband, and all of life's requirements left me little time for it to sink in that this birth is going to happen. Ready or not.


Winni, our wonderful midwife, had told Shannon at her last checkup that she would bet $50 our baby would come late. We were still in the middle of transitioning from Vancouver to Bellingham move and were glad to have that "extra" time.
Especially so since we had recently, with all of our belonging were packed in a 24' moving truck, almost gone into labor. The day we cleaned our apartment and turned in our keys we were camped out on the Calukins-Timmerman couch when Shannon woke me up saying she was having contractions. And they were getting stronger. THis pronouncement was accompanied with focused intent breathing "whoooooo-sshhhhhhooooooooo". I was deer in the headlights. EVERYTHING was packed. I spent about 30 minutes in complete shock, before I settled into the thought of "okay, we are with great friends (the home of our doula i.e. birth assitant), we can do this". By then Shannon had walked around the apartment and things were receding. We were able to sleep, and finish the move the next day with baby still in utero.


The next two weeks were a wash of unpacking, organizing, getting the garden, and settling into a new home. We were still pregnant, but it felt as if we had dodged and early bullet. I zeroed in all the projects around the house and started a interim job painting houses. On the calender we were reaching the due date, but I wasn't too worried since we still had time. Shannon however, was less excited about the garden other projects and wanted to make preparations for the home birth. On May 18th, two days before the due date, it rained. Since one doesn't paint exteriors in the rain, I was home all day to take care of all of the things on Shannon's list; the must do's before delivery.



We enjoyed a full day of organizing, setting up the birthing room, and making a delicious meal. As we sat to eat Shannon started to feel, "something". That something grew into contractions. Irregular but strong. In my mind I'm thinking, "Is this really happening? What about the baby coming late? Today is 2 days before the actually due date!" After about an hour of increasing labor signs something was definately happening, and this wasn't going to be a false alarm. We called Nora, our doula, who came down from Vancouver with her husband Mike and their son Bridger. (These guys are some of our closest, nigh-unto-family friends). They arrived around 10:00pm, just as I was finishing making homemade strawberry shortcake. Between bites, contractions, getting small children to bed, and calling the midwife we enjoyed the charged anticipation of the calmer moments leading up to real labor.

At 11:00pm I was exhausted, I had been up since 6am, making birthing preparations with no expectation that the baby would be arriving within the day. I went to bed to get some rest, knowing that if this is it, there was a lot of work on the horizon. Winni arrived around 11:30 and checked on Shannon, her contractions were strong, but irregular and largely in her lower uterus. She suggested that Shannon try to get some rest, anything that could be slept through would still be "preparatory" labor. Shannon came to bed at 12:30am. Feeling a mixture of disbelief, anticipation, and mutual exhaustion we fell asleep. The next several hours for Shannon were spent breathing through contractions and falling asleep until they built in regularity and intensity. Through which time, she expereinced an accompanying frustration, that these weren't the real thing, given that the contractions were only concentrated in her lower uterus. At 4:30am, I was woken up with the request to apply pressure to Shannon's lower back. This was it. At 5:00 the contractions were lasting up to a minute and coming every 5-8 minutes. Nora, who had been sleeping upstairs with Mike and the kids, came down to help. We called Winnie, who was sleeping a the nearby birth-center, she would be right over.

Winni arrived at 5:30, and heard Shannon laboring instinctively she said, "oh, that sounds like a pushing one". What? She checked Shannon and said, "we are going to have a baby here soon". I was shocked. WIth Aurora, Shannon had labored for nearly 12 hours before pushing. At this point Shannon had only "really" been laboring less than 2 hours. Irregardless of the surprise this was to both Shannon and I, within minutes of Winnie's pronouncement Shannon was on the bed, bent over her laboring ball and pushing.

It is impossible to describe all that happens in the agonizing moments just before delivery. One feels the anticipation of arrival for a new baby and wonder at the miracle of the human body and the process of birth. Simultaneously though, one experiences deep heartache and suffering as you watch the one you love at the pinnacle of pain and childbirth. With that one can help but experiences a pervading helplessness. One desires to support and comfort but knows and experiences that there is little you can do. A partner can encourage, support, and hold but ultimately all one can do is observe the strength of the one you love, and watch as your child is brought into the world. However, when the moment of birth arrives, and for the first time you see the face of your child, hear their cry, and witness their delivery; all sorrow are turned to joy, all pains are surrendered to love, and the world is new again.

Rowen, a beautiful girl, our little red one. Healthy, peaceful, and tranquil. Without hardly a cry she entered our lives and her mothers arms. It was a beautiful morning, the sun shone through our bedroom window and we were surrounded by loved ones, friends and family. Aurora had slept through the night and woke up with her boosom friend Bridger. They were playing happily with Mike as I came up stairs and invited them to come and meet Auroras new sister. Aurora was excited, she touched the baby, and when we asked her what we should call the new baby she said "soup". Which name she continues to use for her new sister. It was a perfect morning. As Winnie and Nora attended to Shannon I introduced Rowen to Mike, Nora, and Bridger. We laughed and smiled as we reviewed the events of the night. Everyone was healthy. Within a few hours of the delivery Shannon and Rowen were asleep together, as the rest of the birth team including our midwife Winni, enjoyed a breakfast of buttermilk waffles, fresh strawberries, and maple syrup. It had been and was a beautiful birth day.

Happy 2nd Birthday Auroa!


With all of the things happening of late, finishing grad school, moving, working, and living within the possibility of any day moving from pregnancy to birth we opted for a quiet and simple birthday celebration for Auora. The 16th of May fell on a Sunday this year, so after church we had a picnic lunch at Aurora's birthplace, Woodstock Farm.



It's hard to believe that "smoochers" has been a part of the family for 2 years! I can't imagine life without her. She has grown into such a fun loving, adventurous, and sensitive little girl. Which would be a good blend of both of her folks. Thankyou to all of the many friends and family who have been there to love and care for her!



It will be exciting to see where her free spirit takes her in the year ahead!

Graduation?



It doesn't seem real but, I've finished all of the work for my Masters degree in education. Having never been one for convocation or much hoopola I've skipped out on all of the fanfare. While the completion of these studies is exciting, it did/does open up some room for big decisions. One of the saddest being a move out of family housing. We have made so many wonderful friends in the last 2 years. So many relationships seemed like they were just beginning. It was a very hard to leave this incredible community. We took some comfort knowing we would just be going back to Bellingham, and told ourselves that we would be keeping in touch. Which we have, but a move is a move, and we miss many of the people that we shared regular visits, meals, interactions, and life's goings and comings.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

What we've been up to

We've been doing a cooperative daycare/joyschool with some great families in our beloved student family housing neighborhood. We have a different host family for each day of the week and usually one other parent comes to help as we often have around 6 kids between 20 months and 3 years. We host on Tuesdays and I volunteer half of the Thursdays. Its kept me pretty busy (alongside three little part-time jobs: teen programming at the community centre, facilitating parent group and watching a neighboring toddler). Aurora loves all her little friends and has a great time going to others' houses two days a week.

In the above photo, our friend Nora and I took 5 kiddos to go visit the new chicks out at the UBC farm. We had a great time.
First picnic of the year! This was at the beginning of March, but since mid- February we've been having some really beautiful days sprinkled amidst the rain. We went with our dear friends Mike, Nora, and Bridger. Aurora's pose says it all.

Taken today! Wahoo, how very timely of me. Our little court had an Easter egg hunt in the mini forest behind our houses. We love our neighborhood and neighbors. It will be so sad to leave this family and child-friendly utopia.

And, as a bonus, since you're still reading our blog even though we didn't post for 2 months or so....
Here's our breaking news:

We are moving to Bellingham on May 1.
Its been a pretty excruciating decision to leave 2 months before we get booted from family housing, but Abram and I are both feeling pretty anxious to move forward with this decision that we've felt so guided to make (moving back to B-ham) and get settled BEFORE baby comes, rather than having a move hanging over our heads for when baby is a month or less old.

So, that's our news. Now you know. We're excited to return to lovely Bellingham but so, so sad to leave our wonderful friends and neighbors here.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Frisbee inventor dies aged 90


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Walter Frederick Morrison, inventor of the Frisbee (Pluto-Platter) has passed away. I have enough of an attachment to this simple yet

marvelous device that felt I needed to take pause and and pay a small tribute of thanks. The breadth and depth of the market

is such that as consumers we are far removed form the invention someone somewhere has worked to organize inspiration

and materials into something worth having. Thanks Watler, for all of the good times had and many more to come enjoyed by your

simple instrument for joy and distraction.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Fun Times with the Ladies at the Aquarium


We took advantage of a rainy day to go to the Vancouver Aquarium with our wonderful friends and neighbors Lindsay and Shelby and Lisa and Zoe. I also had a little neighbor that I watch twice a week, Greta, but fortunately for me, she preferred riding in the stroller, so I only had one toddler to chase most of the time.
It was so fun to see the girls running around together and getting excited by the same things.

Lisa and Zoe
Aurora in awe of some of the BC Coast collection.

Shelby checking out the floor-to-ceiling tropical aquarium.

There's an Amazon area with bats (Aurora was psyched), giant fish, some piranha, and then a walk-through area with trees, birds, and turtles. There were two blue parrots that kept saying "Hello. Hi. Hi."
The girls were completely facinated. A few minutes later we found several turtles near the fence and Shelby walked right up to them and waved and said "Hi! Hi!"

Aquarium, Aquarium....

Climbing as usual. Aurora loves all the fake rocks and piers in the BC Coast section.

Aurora and Greta, in the discoteque-style kids area. They've got these incredible clear archways that are tanks with starfish and crabs, etc. If I was a kid winning the "make a wish" program, I would want a room designed and maintained by the aqaurium folks. In fact, I'd be psyched to have one as a grown up.

Zoe, Shelby and Aurora in front of one of the amazing jellyfish tanks. Several of the varieties they have at the Aquarium remind me of Japanese ink drawings, these included. I really need to get back to the Aquarium when Aurora is either asleep in the stroller or with someone else so I can just stop and gawk at all the amazing sights and read all the information they have posted about the animals-without having to dash off after a toddler.

December and Our First Bike Ride of the New Year

Well, here we are! Finally posting in the New Year, or as Stephen Colbert calls it, '010.

We had a great Christmas break. We were able to attend my cousin Seth's wedding reception and see many Castleton cousins. We spent time with our beloved friend Aparna, flew down and spent a week in St. George with my family, saw some good friends, and even managed to lure Abe's brother Dallin down to stay with us for a few days.

Aurora had a great time with "Namma," "Nampy/Nampa" and Auntie Erin, Uncle "Taut" and Uncle Dallin. Unfortunately, our camera didn't make it out much, but here's a few photos.


Abe and good friend Brian Poulsen made it out for some climbing, as did Dallin. I only made it out on Christmas Eve unfortunately.
It's really convenient that Abe and BP have in-laws in the St. George area, right by year-round climbing.... :)


Aurora definitely learned what presents are! She had a great time and loves her new toys, crayons and beloved hair clips.


First real bike ride of the year! We biked around the Stanley Park seawall with our friends McKay, Julianne and Banyon. It was the first bluebird day in a while, so of course, the seawall was in high use.
Looking due west (our house and UBC are somewhere on that distant dark area on the far left).

It was pretty fantastic to be able to enjoy such a sunny day in January, but Julianne and I were pretty frozen afterwards!