Well, I’ve resurrected the old blog. I can’t promise it’ll last long, but after quite a hiatus, I looked through the drafts and published a few things that had been sitting and waiting. And here I am!

We are in Block 3 of Jonathan’s second year of residency. He’s currently on Pediatrics, which is busy but not the worst. The rhythm of residency, unpredictable and constantly changing, is actually really wonderful. It has stretched me, not being able to put hope in Jonathan’s arrival at home because we never quite know when it will be until it happens. It is constantly changing, a long day followed by a shorter day followed by a “who know?” day. A really busy and challenging month followed by a lighter month. The variety has been a blessing to me.

I’ve even grown to appreciate the difficult months. There’s a sweet unity we experience in those really busy months. We’re in the trenches together, working hard together, trudging through this crazy season of residency together. The few minutes we get together each day are so precious, and the four days off he gets in the month are GOLDEN. I cannot tell you how wonderful a day off feels after a stretch of 9 days.

We’re getting ready for some trips, both small and large, in the coming months. We have two Continuing Medical Education (“CME”) trips planned for November, which we’re looking forward to. One will be spent with dear friends from med school and the other will be spent with friends from residency, and Jonathan will attending conferences that he is actually very interested in!

In January, we will embark (Lord willing! We’ll see if we get visas…) on a two month international rotation to two different countries. Four weeks in each location! We hope to also do a weekend trip to visit our old church in Beersheva, and we REALLY hope to visit our sweet friends in Istanbul for a week on our way home! We are currently in the throes of planning and preparing. It is funny because our lives seem to be on a two year loop…just two years ago in January, we were headed to Bangalore for two months with Silas!

These two months are an optional part of his residency training, which residents are encouraged to do if they are interested. He still gets his salary and some of the costs of the trip for him are also covered. It is such a gift, and we are abundantly thankful and excited for the opportunity!



Five Years

Jonny and I celebrated half a decade of marriage! While we anticipated this past year being an intense and difficult one, we have been so thankful to see God’s grace in our marriage. It HAS been a busy and challenging year, but He has been so good to keep us unified and growing. The time we do get to spend together has been so precious this year, and we feel incredibly thankful that this has been a sweet season for us in the midst of long and busy days with residency.

I am so thankful for THIS man, who loves me so well. He is steadfast, humble, quick to ask for forgiveness and quick to forgive. He works so hard and then comes home and looks for ways to serve me, instead of looking for his own rest and refreshment (which he so deserves!).

On the eve of our anniversary, we painted a window to hang above our bed. I just love Israeli anemones, the Calanit, so we each took a side and painted together while we listened to the recording of our wedding sermon! I cried at my favorite part in the sermon, and we reminisced.

Our dear friends from church watched Silas for us on the morning of our anniversary while we took a trip to Goshen with Theo. Theo slept in his stroller while we enjoyed a delicious brunch at Anna’s Bakery before walking through downtown Goshen. Jonny picked out a beautiful pair of earrings for me at a fair trade store, and we headed home. Our boys napped and then another couple from church came to watch them so we could go out to dinner! We had a delicious Mediterranean meal from Tapastrie, which had been recommended to us by multiple people. All sorts of delicious tapas!


We had to take photos because now it is tradition!!Β DSC_0969DSC_0970

5 years // South Bend, IN


4 years // South Bend, IN


3 years // South Bend, INanniversary7

2 Years // Beersheva, Israel1 year

1 year // Nevada City, CAanniversary6

Our Wedding Day // Los Angeles, CA

An Ode To The Crib

(This has been in my drafts for a long time, so please excuse anything that is outdated!!)

When Silas was somewhere between 18 months and two years old, Jonathan and I had a talk about his crib. We were in the middle of Jonathan’s fourth year of medical school, traveling almost every month, and Silas was mostly doing really well with all of the change. We attributed a lot of his flexibility to two major things: We were always there (and me especially), so he could rely on our constancy. And no matter what, his bed stayed the same. We’d pop his Lotus Crib out of the carrying back, set it up with his sheet, his piggy, his kitty and his two blankets, and he was set.

In the midst of this time, we had a talk because it seemed that a lot of our sleep success as we travelled depended on Silas staying in his crib. We prayed that he’d stay in his crib until we made it to South Bend and settled in for a few years, at which point we’d transition to a big boy bed.

Well, we made it to South Bend with Silas still happily in his crib. I figured I’d give him a bit of time to adjust to our new home before doing something drastic like changing his bed. Theo arrived, and I realized that it was still very, very helpful to be able to put Silas in his crib and know that he’d stay there and nap every day.

Eventually he learned to climb out, but he also pretty quickly learned to obey me and stay in his bed. Weeks turned to months, and Silas was still happily sleeping in the crib. He had a nice pillow and new animals to join him, and it was his cozy place. It seemed like he still really needed to be in a crib in order to settle down and sleep; I feared that a big boy bed would result in no naps and bedtime struggles.

A few weeks ago, Silas started playing instead of napping. I’d hear him hop out of his bed, pitter patter across the floor, singing, talking, toodling around. In and out, in and out of the bed, hurdling over and thumping down. Jonathan and I started talking about the possibility of switching to a bed, potentially soon. The next night as Jonathan was tucking Silas into bed, Silas said to him sadly, “Dad, this is not a bed.” Jonathan asked what he meant. “Dad, it’s just not a bed. It’s a crib.” He had suddenly realized that his beloved bed was a crib. We knew it was time.

We found a loft bunk bed on craigslist, sold by some neighbors that we had actually met before. Silas was so excited about it, and it was such a big deal to him to get to help Jonathan set it up.

In the midst of the excitement, I was pushing down feelings of sadness. As I took all of the animals out, folded up the mattress and tucked the frame into the case, I couldn’t help but feel a heaviness in my heart. The very last sign of his babyhood, packed away into a black bag to be put in a closet.

This bed had been a constant companion for so long. From about 11 months on, it travelled with us wherever we went. Our little apartment in Israel to his own room in a sublet along the river in Indiana. To that big (kind of creepy) house we rented in Texas to Teresa’s house in California where we rented two rooms. To Gigi and Papa’s house, to visit Grandma Juli and Grandpa Evan. On interviews, in airbnbs and hotels. To Or & Chiara’s apartment for a few days. To India, to Turkey. To the bedroom of our teeny Israeli sublet and also to the kitchen/living room area when we just couldn’t bear sharing a room with him for those last few months. Naps on the go, at friends’ houses, in the home of residents in Waco for lunch, in the home of that doctor in Fort Worth, at a wedding in a spare room.

Overall, Silas did really well with the transition to his new bed. The first night, it took him about 45 minutes to finally go to sleep. We had a bonked head and a smashed lip with a bit of blood from bunk bed shenanigans, but after the first couple days, he seemed to be getting used to it.

And then, out of the blue one night he said to me, “Mom, I’m sad.” I asked him why, and he said, “I just miss my crib. I want my crib.” He started to cry a little bit and began to beg for the crib, and I almost cried with him. Instead I told him, “It’s okay to feel sad. When Mommy was a baby, I slept in a crib too. But then I became a big girl, and I got to sleep in a bunk bed just like you. It made me sad at first because I missed my crib, but I really loved my bunk bed. And it’s such a cool thing that you get to be a big boy now, and sleep in this bunk bed!” He settled down a little and wanted to know if Dad slept in a crib when he was a baby. And Uncle Dev, too? And Uncle Tom? And then they got bunk beds too?

It is such a joy and privilege to be Silas’ parents, to see him step into boyhood and walk with him through it all.




Silas Edwards is THREE!

Boy, oh boy. Our Silas is three years old! He is so much fun, so full of energy and life and curiosity. He is quick as a whip, very verbal and asks great questions. He makes us feel like our eyeballs are going to pop out of our head some days, but then we always end up laughing after we put him to bed. He’s a joy to have in our family, and we are so thankful for him.


Silas loves building with legos, blocks and magnatiles. He LOVES Paw Patrol, and right now his favorite is Rocky. He says that his favorite song is “Gadol Elohai,” which is a Hebrew song we listen to, but when he gets to choose our morning hymn, he always picks “Rock of Ages” because “it’s Daddy’s favorite.” (He also, hilariously, thinks that when girls sing hymns, you are supposed to call them “hers.”)


He transitioned to a big boy bed a couple months ago, and he sleeps on the bottom bunk. Overall, the transition went well, though we had some days where he played a lot before sleeping and we had a few scares. One day, I went to wake him up from his nap, and when I went in the room, the light was on and Silas was no where to be found!! My heart started beating really fast, and then I heard something coming from his tiny closet. He had closed himself into the closet and slept on the hard floor without any pillows or blankets!! We’ve also found him asleep on the rug a couple times at night, and we’ve put him back in his bed. He still naps most days, but does fine if we can’t make it home for a nap.


Silas is a pretty good eater at three. If he’s hungry, he eats what I give him. He loves Indian butter chicken, white chicken lasagna soup, chickpeas, yogurt parfaits, popsicles, graham crackers, hummus, soybeans, all kinds of fruit, peas, any bread I make (but not the “crusty parts”). He doesn’t love meat, but he’ll eat it. He is all about snacks, and would only eat snacks all day if I let him.


We have a new tradition before bedtime that includes me asking him three questions, which was an attempt to put a limit on the intense stalling he was doing. I’ve loved getting into his little head, and he often surprises me with the answers. His favorite parts of his day always include doing things with his dad. He always says he wants to go to Lake Michigan. He always says he’s most thankful for his mama. He’s a sweetie boy!


For his birthday, Silas requested that he get to make smoothies with granola on top with Dad (we call them “Acai bowls” even though there isn’t a trace of acai in them…). We went blueberry picking as a family, which was a great success. I made him one of his favorite meals, white chicken lasagna soup, and a blueberry pie for dessert. It was Bible Study night, so two families (with two of Silas’ best buddies) came for dinner and dessert. It was a fun day celebrating!


Loves: visiting the library, playing in the pool, gardening, reading books with mom, helping mom vacuum and mop, building towers with dad, wrestling Theo, taking all of the pillows off the couch, making roti with mom, magnatiles and legos, Paw Patrol, visiting Dad at the hospital, Lake Michigan, popsicles and ice cream

Dislikes: pooping on the potty, when he can’t have a snack, when mom walks too fast, when Theo knocks his towers down






Theodore Elliot // ONE YEAR!

Our sweet peach is one year old! It truly was the fastest year of my life, and it is hard for me to believe we are celebrating having our Theo boy with us for a whole twelve months.


Theodore Elliot is a joy. He is sweet, quiet and observant. He’s content, rarely fussy and not easily offended (by a brother who often snatches, pushes, grabs, gets in his face). He gives the sweetest hugs and kisses and has the softest, tastiest cheeks. He’s the king of funny facial expressions, and is much chunkier than Silas was at this age! He has curly, curly light brown hair and brown eyes. He acquired five teeth in this past month; the four on top all came within one week!


Theo is fiercely attached to me, and is going through a particular phase where he wants to have my in his sight almost 100% of the time. If other people are around, he wants to be on my hip, just to be sure that I’m not leaving him. He does love his dad, and is happy to leave me to be with him (for a while…). Whenever Jonathan gets home, and we greet him, he makes sure Jonathan knows he’s there and wants a kiss too. Β Theo also loves Silas, and especially enjoys when Silas gives him attention. He loves snuggling on Silas’ bed, wrestling with him, crawling across the floor with him. I can already see a budding friendship, and it is so sweet!


One particular thing I want to remember about Theo is how much he loves music. He is a little dancer, and it almost seems like he can’t help but bounce when he hears a good beat. His favorite song is a Hebrew song called “Gadol Adonai,” and if I ask him, “Theo, do you want to listen to ‘Gadol Adonai’?”, he starts smiling and bouncing and doing little desirous chipmunk noises. The only other time he makes those little squeaks are when I ask him if he wants to nurse! He loves to dance around the room with me, or bounce as he holds onto the coffee table.


Theo can say Dada, Silas (“Dayduh”), Mama, More (Mmmm), Dev (Deh!). I’m pretty sure he has said “Night Night” twice, but he won’t do it on command! He has the cutest little wave (think: Queen of England), and he tries to do peek a boo. He walks well while holding onto one of our hands and it is only a matter of time before he is off and running. He takes two naps every day, around 9:30am and around 1:30pm, and he sleeps from 7pm-6am most days. He’s still nursing four times a day, and I’m about to start weaning him.

Theodore means “Gift of God” in Greek, and he truly is a gift straight from our kind Father. He has been a sweet, easy addition to our family, and we can’t wait to see his personality unfold in the coming years.


Loves: listening to “Gadol Adonai” and dancing, trying to climb the stairs, playing with his new tea set, playing with the toy piano, throwing Mom’s tupperware in the trash, FOOD of all kinds, his Dad, having crawling races with Silas, going for walks in the stroller, Oatmeal the cat and Alphie the dog, pushing his “lawnmower” around the yard, playing with fist-fulls of dirt (and eating as much as he can), the Fitch’s red swing, crawling around the library, snuggling in Silas’ bed when we tuck him in for rest time, his toy helicopter

Dislikes: when Mom leaves his presence, when other people try to hold him, when he gets something precious taken away from him, the loud helicopter that lands at the hospital near our house (so afraid!)