I do not like change.
Some of my family members and friends change directions with the wind, it seems, traveling to a new location for school or a job, only to stay there for several months. Their exciting careers provide different schedules every day, and they not only roll with the punches but seem to enjoy them. I, on the other hand, am about as predictable as the sunrise. Many people would become bored with my calculated routine and defined diet, but I would be okay with waking up at 5:00 a.m. and eating PB&Js for lunch every day for the rest of my life. Throw me a curve ball like lasagna or a power outage, and I don't know what to do. I'd like to think of this character trait as "contentedness," but "inflexibility" is probably the more accurate term.
Within the last few months, we became members at a new church. Let me reiterate: I do not like change. This change was especially challenging because I loved our old church. Had we left because we had been hurt or upset, the transition would have been easier, or at least more clear-cut. We left primarily because we felt that it was important for our family to do community in the town where we live instead of driving 30 minutes to be with people who, for the most part, are exactly like us.
When we first started coming to Providence Road, I was encouraged to hear the gospel preached so emphatically and to be welcomed immediately by kind people who seem to genuinely love Jesus. But I missed so many other things about our old church that I struggled to worship in our new one until recently. I wanted to sing only hymns all the time like at City Pres. I missed hearing the call and response after a Scripture was read: "This is the Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God!" I felt awkward at the end of the service when I lifted my hands to receive the benediction and no one else did (I only did that once). The communion stuff was just grape juice. These weren't my people, and why can we not sit quietly before the service begins instead of gathering in the back? Also, where are the people with gray hair? I guess I'm sort of an old soul myself. Liturgy speaks to my heart, and Prov Road is anything but liturgical.
What I have had to realize is that most of the things I miss about City Pres are truly preferences and not convictions. We stand convicted that we need to be in a church in Norman where the gospel is proclaimed boldly and shown to be essential in the lives of the church members and leaders. That's it. When Christ stands at the head of a church, all of the minor issues can go.
This is not to say that I've had any easy time dying to my preferences in honor of my convictions. There are still times when those around me probably think I'm being "super spiritual" during the music because I have to sit down and close my eyes, but I am actually asking God to help my heart because I'm so frustrated with singing another Hillsong tune instead of a familiar hymn and distracted by that girl whose hands are raised. (Truth be told, I'll probably always choose "Come Thou Fount" over "Mighty to Save," despite my greatest efforts to broaden my horizons.) But, He does help my heart. As I slowly loosen my hold on what I want, He shows me how the gospel can break down all sorts of barriers to give what is needed, namely God himself. I can love and serve at this church because it is His church and my preferences are secondary to His kingdom.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
A Quiver Full of Arrows
I'm not sure we even made it out of our wedding reception without some form of the infamous question, "So, have you thought about kids yet?" Well, to be honest, I've been married for approximately three hours, so no; all I have been thinking about is taking off this stifling dress and sitting on some beach somewhere with my guy.
This verse is often used as reasoning for having 12 children, and maybe it means that, but perhaps it doesn't. The Bible is unmistakably clear about some things but slightly ambiguous about others. I may get to heaven one day and realize that I was totally off base on this (in which case He would still let me in!), but I do not believe that "a quiver full" designates a specific number. Otherwise, the verse would say, "Blessed is the man whose quiver contains ten children," which it does not.
Then, before Piper's adoption was finalized, "(When) do you plan to adopt again?" I don't know, maybe that will be up for discussion when my kid actually has my last name?
Or, in the hospital when Caroline was one day old, "Do you think you'll have more?" Hmm. Right now, I can't even walk correctly, and my baby is making her existence known to everyone on the third floor. Do I think I'll have more? I think for now, I'll have more Phenergan and maximum strength Tylenol, please and thank you.
People mostly mean well or are trying to make conversation when they ask these types of questions, and I'm rarely ever offended by them. Timing is a funny thing, though. For example, it is completely appropriate to ask a lady if she's pregnant when she clearly is 9+ months along but a total disaster to ask her the same question if you're not positive that the extra pounds around her midsection are, in fact, a baby and not a burrito. Likewise, it may not be the ideal time to ask a couple about children at their wedding, (or even five years into marriage when they don't have any children but, unbeknownst to you, have been trying for months). In premarital counseling, we discussed having three or four children, but then we actually got married and had one. We quickly discovered that having four children is not an option in the Fenrick household.
I have often felt guilty about this. My friend wants to have 4-5 children, and I think she would be a rockstar at it. She recently posted a picture on Instagram with this caption:
"Stepped in to start laundry. Stepped out to find the baby feasting on marigolds and the toddler dumping water on his brother's head. And somehow the underwear came off in the process too. Haha."
There would be no "haha" or posting on Instagram if this happened in my house. In fact, there would probably be tears and time-outs, because I'm the most type-A mom you'll ever meet and Laura is a laid-back gem of a parent. I've wanted to be a perfect mom to many children, but I am coming to realize that being a good mother to two is okay.
"Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them!" (Psalm 127:4-5)
Perhaps people have "quivers" of varying sizes, in the same way that some humans are tall while others are short, and I have blue eyes while my husband has brown. One way isn't inherently better than another; it's just the way we were made. It also may be true that certain arrows take up a considerable amount of space in a quiver, while others occupy little. If the verse is viewed in this light, as I think it may be intended, then having more children does not equate them to badges of honor to be held above everyone else, but as gifts to be treasured. I'm not better or worse than the next mom because of the amount of people who live in my house.
I've got two sweet little arrows, and my quiver is full. For now. Quivers have been known to stretch.
Friday, August 12, 2016
List of 25
My running buddy, prompted by an essay for entrance into grad school, recently posted a "list of 25" things about herself on her blog. I've been close friends with Jessie for years and didn't know about half of the facts on her list prior to reading her post. Then I realized, "I spill my guts at times on my blog, and most of my readers probably don't know the most basic things about me." So, in random order, here's a list of 25 of the things that make me who I am. Interestingly, I can usually write a blog in an hour or two, and this one took me four days, off and on. Maybe I don't even know the most basic things about myself, ha.
1. I have had four major surgeries in my life (three, if you don't consider wisdom teeth extraction a "major surgery") but have never broken any bones.
2. As a general rule, I hate orange flavored things, but my two favorite non-chocolate candies (circus peanuts and orange slices) are orange. I'd rather vomit than eat an orange Starburst.
3. I played the flute in high school and part of college. Some of my favorite memories from college are of traveling to football games and marching with the Pride of Oklahoma.
4. I was a lifeguard for three summers and a swim instructor for two, but I hate to swim and have no idea how I passed the swim test to become a lifeguard. I also have a fairly significant fear of deep water. Scuba diving sounds like a nightmare.
5. I once ate a PB&J sandwich for lunch every day, not always including weekends, for over two years. I still eat PB&Js at least a couple of times every week, by my own choice. They just never get old.
6. I speak Spanish moderately well and have visited Peru several times. It is a dream of mine to live there one day to do mission work. My brother speaks Spanish better than I do, and we practice by only texting in Spanish.
7. My grandfather was an incredibly strong, kind, and intelligent man of God. He worked for NASA on the Apollo 11 and 13 missions, and he knew the Bible better than anyone. He spoiled my brother and I rotten, and even though he passed away during my freshman year of college, he has had more influence on my life than any one person on this earth.
8. People do not understand my name. To clarify: I do have a double name and I expect people to call me both Mary and Rachel. Together. All the time. However, I will not continue to correct someone who continues to call me by the wrong name. I also typically tell the Starbucks barista to just put "Rachel" on my cup because I don't want to get into a whole discussion about my name before I've had my coffee. I'm from South Texas, where double names are more common than in other parts of the U.S. I am not Catholic.
9. I only ever listen to country music (and, unfortunately, Veggie Tales). I have made an honest effort to branch out at several points in my life, but I keep coming back to Blake Shelton, Zac Brown, Jason Aldean, and Tim McGraw. My current favorite country song is "Humble and Kind." I do also love hymns, but I'm not sure if that is really considered a genre of music.
10. I have had a tattoo on my wrist for about a year. It says "grace." This is significant for several reasons. Caroline's middle name is Grace, and Piper's middle name, Anna, means "grace." (Anna is her birth mom's name, too.) It is also significant because of the grace that God has shown me throughout my life, particularly in my marriage. Incidentally, I originally had an appointment to get my new ink on the day I found out that I was pregnant, which doctors had said was impossible. More grace. I decided to get the tattoo on my wrist because I want to see it. I am a forgetful person and need a constant reminder that He has been good. But others will see it, too, and this gives me a chance to talk to people about grace when they ask about my tattoo. I hesitated to get one initially because of what it will look like when I am old and wrinkly, but I think this will make it even more beautiful. Even while my body is withering, grace is permanent and will have manifested itself for many years.
11. I have a condition called hypoglycemia, which is abnormally low blood sugar. I did not know that I had this for several years, during which time I would randomly lose consciousness and scare everyone around me and myself. A normal blood sugar range is 70-100; mine occasionally gets down between 40 and 50. My heart rate is also abnormally low. When I was in the hospital after giving birth to Caroline, I scared the nurse who woke me up to take my vitals because my heart rate was 41.
12. My first car was a silver convertible Volkswagen Beetle. It was a terrible mistake. I have since become a big advocate of reading Consumer Report and of listening to my dad's advice. I am very stubborn (see #20).
13. I am normally a very mellow, monotone person...until it comes to watching sporting events. Then all bets are off. I get particularly loud and volatile during OU football, college or Thunder basketball, car races, Olympic swimming, and gymnastics of any type. I may or may not have burst into tears when the U.S. women's gymnastics team won gold at the Olympics this year and thrown my shoe across the room when OU lost the national championship to Florida in 2008.
14. I drove a school bus during college.
15. Aside from hypoglycemia (see #11), I apparently have a propensity for acquiring odd health issues. I got shingles when I was 16 and a kidney stone at 19. I also grew over two inches in less than four years in my twenties.
16. At one point in time before kids and after I quit The World's Most Stressful Job, I was a serious couponer. I probably could have been on "Extreme Couponing," had we stored the same size stockpile as many people on the show do. I once spent $13 at Homeland for a month's worth of groceries.
17. I am obsessive about nearly everything except for hanging things on the wall and cooking, in which case I nail pictures haphazardly and just throw things in the bowl, respectively.
18. I am one of those weird people who actually loves mornings. I would say the earlier, the better, but that really isn't true. I don't like seeing a 4 at the front of my alarm clock, but anytime after that is my prime time. Give me a cup of coffee, my Bible, a sleeping house, and (usually) a run, and I'm good for the rest of the day, until about 9:00 p.m., after which point I am basically useless.
19. I keep New Years' Resolutions, but I only make ones that I know I will keep. About eight years ago, I made a resolution to floss every night (I NEVER flossed previously), and I've rarely missed a day since. Ask me to go for a year without ice cream, and I'm doomed.
20. I worked at a camp for people with disabilities during summers in high school and college. It is still one of my favorite places in the world, as it is the place that made me decide to go into special education as a career, gave me a passion for being with people with special needs, and allowed me to meet some of my best, lifelong friends. (By the way, special education is VERY different from working at Camp Summit, but that's a rant for another day. My mom tried to tell me this, but I'm stubborn and don't listen very well.)
21. I am obsessed with the grocery store, Aldi. Sometimes people ask me if I secretly work for that company because I sing its praises so much.
22. I love to go new places, but I am a terrible traveler. I don't like sitting still or feeling greasy, and I get annoyed by every little thing that goes awry. I also am a big fan of my own bed.
23. My first job was at Chick-fil-A, and it is still one of only two fast food places that I will eat of my own accord (the other is Jimmy John's, which I consumed literally three or more times per week when I was pregnant).
24. I love most outdoor activities and am generally not bothered by weather, except for extreme cold. Some of my favorite things to do outside are running (obviously), watching dirt track car races, hiking, boating/wakeboarding, taking walks, and laying out by the pool (see #4: not swimming in the pool) or on the beach.
25. I was born in Houston, where I lived for 9 years, before moving to the Dallas area, where I lived for another 9 years. Now, I'm a Texas transplant living in Oklahoma, but, unlike many Texans, I would not say that Texas is absolutely the greatest state in the Union. I could probably live just about anywhere except for places where it is extremely cold (see #24). Home is where your people are.
Now tell me about you.
1. I have had four major surgeries in my life (three, if you don't consider wisdom teeth extraction a "major surgery") but have never broken any bones.
2. As a general rule, I hate orange flavored things, but my two favorite non-chocolate candies (circus peanuts and orange slices) are orange. I'd rather vomit than eat an orange Starburst.
3. I played the flute in high school and part of college. Some of my favorite memories from college are of traveling to football games and marching with the Pride of Oklahoma.
4. I was a lifeguard for three summers and a swim instructor for two, but I hate to swim and have no idea how I passed the swim test to become a lifeguard. I also have a fairly significant fear of deep water. Scuba diving sounds like a nightmare.
5. I once ate a PB&J sandwich for lunch every day, not always including weekends, for over two years. I still eat PB&Js at least a couple of times every week, by my own choice. They just never get old.
6. I speak Spanish moderately well and have visited Peru several times. It is a dream of mine to live there one day to do mission work. My brother speaks Spanish better than I do, and we practice by only texting in Spanish.
7. My grandfather was an incredibly strong, kind, and intelligent man of God. He worked for NASA on the Apollo 11 and 13 missions, and he knew the Bible better than anyone. He spoiled my brother and I rotten, and even though he passed away during my freshman year of college, he has had more influence on my life than any one person on this earth.
8. People do not understand my name. To clarify: I do have a double name and I expect people to call me both Mary and Rachel. Together. All the time. However, I will not continue to correct someone who continues to call me by the wrong name. I also typically tell the Starbucks barista to just put "Rachel" on my cup because I don't want to get into a whole discussion about my name before I've had my coffee. I'm from South Texas, where double names are more common than in other parts of the U.S. I am not Catholic.
9. I only ever listen to country music (and, unfortunately, Veggie Tales). I have made an honest effort to branch out at several points in my life, but I keep coming back to Blake Shelton, Zac Brown, Jason Aldean, and Tim McGraw. My current favorite country song is "Humble and Kind." I do also love hymns, but I'm not sure if that is really considered a genre of music.
10. I have had a tattoo on my wrist for about a year. It says "grace." This is significant for several reasons. Caroline's middle name is Grace, and Piper's middle name, Anna, means "grace." (Anna is her birth mom's name, too.) It is also significant because of the grace that God has shown me throughout my life, particularly in my marriage. Incidentally, I originally had an appointment to get my new ink on the day I found out that I was pregnant, which doctors had said was impossible. More grace. I decided to get the tattoo on my wrist because I want to see it. I am a forgetful person and need a constant reminder that He has been good. But others will see it, too, and this gives me a chance to talk to people about grace when they ask about my tattoo. I hesitated to get one initially because of what it will look like when I am old and wrinkly, but I think this will make it even more beautiful. Even while my body is withering, grace is permanent and will have manifested itself for many years.
11. I have a condition called hypoglycemia, which is abnormally low blood sugar. I did not know that I had this for several years, during which time I would randomly lose consciousness and scare everyone around me and myself. A normal blood sugar range is 70-100; mine occasionally gets down between 40 and 50. My heart rate is also abnormally low. When I was in the hospital after giving birth to Caroline, I scared the nurse who woke me up to take my vitals because my heart rate was 41.
12. My first car was a silver convertible Volkswagen Beetle. It was a terrible mistake. I have since become a big advocate of reading Consumer Report and of listening to my dad's advice. I am very stubborn (see #20).
13. I am normally a very mellow, monotone person...until it comes to watching sporting events. Then all bets are off. I get particularly loud and volatile during OU football, college or Thunder basketball, car races, Olympic swimming, and gymnastics of any type. I may or may not have burst into tears when the U.S. women's gymnastics team won gold at the Olympics this year and thrown my shoe across the room when OU lost the national championship to Florida in 2008.
14. I drove a school bus during college.
15. Aside from hypoglycemia (see #11), I apparently have a propensity for acquiring odd health issues. I got shingles when I was 16 and a kidney stone at 19. I also grew over two inches in less than four years in my twenties.
16. At one point in time before kids and after I quit The World's Most Stressful Job, I was a serious couponer. I probably could have been on "Extreme Couponing," had we stored the same size stockpile as many people on the show do. I once spent $13 at Homeland for a month's worth of groceries.
17. I am obsessive about nearly everything except for hanging things on the wall and cooking, in which case I nail pictures haphazardly and just throw things in the bowl, respectively.
18. I am one of those weird people who actually loves mornings. I would say the earlier, the better, but that really isn't true. I don't like seeing a 4 at the front of my alarm clock, but anytime after that is my prime time. Give me a cup of coffee, my Bible, a sleeping house, and (usually) a run, and I'm good for the rest of the day, until about 9:00 p.m., after which point I am basically useless.
19. I keep New Years' Resolutions, but I only make ones that I know I will keep. About eight years ago, I made a resolution to floss every night (I NEVER flossed previously), and I've rarely missed a day since. Ask me to go for a year without ice cream, and I'm doomed.
20. I worked at a camp for people with disabilities during summers in high school and college. It is still one of my favorite places in the world, as it is the place that made me decide to go into special education as a career, gave me a passion for being with people with special needs, and allowed me to meet some of my best, lifelong friends. (By the way, special education is VERY different from working at Camp Summit, but that's a rant for another day. My mom tried to tell me this, but I'm stubborn and don't listen very well.)
21. I am obsessed with the grocery store, Aldi. Sometimes people ask me if I secretly work for that company because I sing its praises so much.
22. I love to go new places, but I am a terrible traveler. I don't like sitting still or feeling greasy, and I get annoyed by every little thing that goes awry. I also am a big fan of my own bed.
23. My first job was at Chick-fil-A, and it is still one of only two fast food places that I will eat of my own accord (the other is Jimmy John's, which I consumed literally three or more times per week when I was pregnant).
24. I love most outdoor activities and am generally not bothered by weather, except for extreme cold. Some of my favorite things to do outside are running (obviously), watching dirt track car races, hiking, boating/wakeboarding, taking walks, and laying out by the pool (see #4: not swimming in the pool) or on the beach.
25. I was born in Houston, where I lived for 9 years, before moving to the Dallas area, where I lived for another 9 years. Now, I'm a Texas transplant living in Oklahoma, but, unlike many Texans, I would not say that Texas is absolutely the greatest state in the Union. I could probably live just about anywhere except for places where it is extremely cold (see #24). Home is where your people are.
Now tell me about you.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
On Pinterest Parties and Perfect Grades
Yesterday marked the end of The Great Summer of Birthday Parties 2016. Piper turned three in June, Andrew turned 30 in July, and Caroline turned one on Thursday. Me? I planned all of the parties.
Don't get me wrong; I love a good party, my three family members are definitely worth celebrating, and the summer's events were wonderful successes. However, I do not foresee any more Pinterest parties in my future for a long, long, time.
There's this thing called "Mom Guilt" by many, but you don't have to be a mom to experience it. It's really just comparison. Her kids have nicer clothes than mine do. Their house is gorgeous, and ours is okay. Her kid eats organic tofu, and mine just ate three donuts.
The problem with comparison, aside from it being "the thief of joy" (Teddy Roosevelt), is that it causes us to draw inaccurate conclusions about someone's life based on what can be seen. My friend and I always joke about some of the signs that Hobby Lobby sells for this reason.
When we visited my parents several weeks ago, my mom pulled out an old recording (side note: on VHS!) of my brother's first birthday party. There were precisely five people sitting around the table. Tim wore a party hat on his head and cake on his face. My parents told stories and laughed with my granddad. I ate ice cream (no elaboration needed on that one). There were no decorations, no gourmet hors d'ouevres, and no handmade party favors. The whole shindig was just us, celebrating Tim, and eating dessert. Tim was having the time of his little life.
Fast forward 25 years to Piper's third birthday party in June of this year. I spent literally hours in the kitchen making her silly s'mores cake, when she truly prefers ice cream and has no opinion on the appearance of her "special treats". The "Camp Piper" theme exploded all over our house, thanks, in large part to the 28 pins that I had meticulously been sorting through and saving all summer. The party looked flawless and went off without a hitch.
I didn't get a single picture with my daughter that whole day. Not one. Embarrassingly, I have 15 pictures of the party decorations. I have become so preoccupied with planning experiences that I miss out on the actual experiences entirely.
I am sure that Pinterest is not a problem for most people, but it fuels something in me that whispers, "You can do it better. Use all of these ingenious ideas, and your kids will have the happiest birthdays, your husband will love every dinner you cook, and your hair will be the envy of all of the women on the street." Comparison. Thief of joy. Illogical conclusions.
I do frequently compare myself to other people and, obviously, to Pinterest ideas (which is really comparing myself to other people, too), but lately I have noticed that I also compare myself to previous and/or future versions of myself. I am rarely thankful for who He has made me to be in this moment.
An example of this is grades. I do not often talk about this next confession because I think that it leads people to believe certain things about me that I am not, but I graduated from college with a 4.0 in 3.5 years. Now that I have started back to school for dental hygiene, a terrible, irrational fear lives in the dark places of my heart that I will make a B along the way, and that I will be a failure because of it. I am comparing my current self to when I had no husband, no kids, and no job, and suggesting, "You did it then. You're somehow worse if you can't do it now."
Though I need to remind myself of these truths more, I am thankful that my children's lives do not consist in the quality of their birthday parties, or that my worth is determined by my grades. (I am also thankful that the next person in our family to have a birthday is me, in 10 more months.) Incidentally, I remembered to take a picture of something beside decorations at Caroline's Carnival yesterday. That's progress, people.
Don't get me wrong; I love a good party, my three family members are definitely worth celebrating, and the summer's events were wonderful successes. However, I do not foresee any more Pinterest parties in my future for a long, long, time.
There's this thing called "Mom Guilt" by many, but you don't have to be a mom to experience it. It's really just comparison. Her kids have nicer clothes than mine do. Their house is gorgeous, and ours is okay. Her kid eats organic tofu, and mine just ate three donuts.
The problem with comparison, aside from it being "the thief of joy" (Teddy Roosevelt), is that it causes us to draw inaccurate conclusions about someone's life based on what can be seen. My friend and I always joke about some of the signs that Hobby Lobby sells for this reason.
"Pardon the mess but my children are making memories."
"Good moms have sticky floors, messy kitchens, laundry piles, and happy kids."
So, does that mean that my children aren't making memories if they aren't making messes? Or that they aren't happy if my house is clean? I often find myself thinking, "Since they have a nicer house than us, they must have a better life." And on the flip side, "Because I planned the best games and bought the fanciest decorations, my child will have the perfect party."When we visited my parents several weeks ago, my mom pulled out an old recording (side note: on VHS!) of my brother's first birthday party. There were precisely five people sitting around the table. Tim wore a party hat on his head and cake on his face. My parents told stories and laughed with my granddad. I ate ice cream (no elaboration needed on that one). There were no decorations, no gourmet hors d'ouevres, and no handmade party favors. The whole shindig was just us, celebrating Tim, and eating dessert. Tim was having the time of his little life.
Fast forward 25 years to Piper's third birthday party in June of this year. I spent literally hours in the kitchen making her silly s'mores cake, when she truly prefers ice cream and has no opinion on the appearance of her "special treats". The "Camp Piper" theme exploded all over our house, thanks, in large part to the 28 pins that I had meticulously been sorting through and saving all summer. The party looked flawless and went off without a hitch.
I didn't get a single picture with my daughter that whole day. Not one. Embarrassingly, I have 15 pictures of the party decorations. I have become so preoccupied with planning experiences that I miss out on the actual experiences entirely.
I am sure that Pinterest is not a problem for most people, but it fuels something in me that whispers, "You can do it better. Use all of these ingenious ideas, and your kids will have the happiest birthdays, your husband will love every dinner you cook, and your hair will be the envy of all of the women on the street." Comparison. Thief of joy. Illogical conclusions.
I do frequently compare myself to other people and, obviously, to Pinterest ideas (which is really comparing myself to other people, too), but lately I have noticed that I also compare myself to previous and/or future versions of myself. I am rarely thankful for who He has made me to be in this moment.
An example of this is grades. I do not often talk about this next confession because I think that it leads people to believe certain things about me that I am not, but I graduated from college with a 4.0 in 3.5 years. Now that I have started back to school for dental hygiene, a terrible, irrational fear lives in the dark places of my heart that I will make a B along the way, and that I will be a failure because of it. I am comparing my current self to when I had no husband, no kids, and no job, and suggesting, "You did it then. You're somehow worse if you can't do it now."
Though I need to remind myself of these truths more, I am thankful that my children's lives do not consist in the quality of their birthday parties, or that my worth is determined by my grades. (I am also thankful that the next person in our family to have a birthday is me, in 10 more months.) Incidentally, I remembered to take a picture of something beside decorations at Caroline's Carnival yesterday. That's progress, people.
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