Tuesday, October 24, 2006

7th Birthday: Armor in the Armoire...

There are several beautiful suits of armor on display at MT. All of them are replicas of period pieces from era of the Crusades, and demonstrate the style and type of heavy plate mail armor worn by Spanish (and other) heavy cavalry units of the time.

Elijah posed in front of several for us (some in "combat pose", others in "Harry Potter Wizard Chess Set" pose), and they are featured here. The sign at the bottom notes that you could even walk away with one of these beauties if you have the cash to support your desire.

7th Birthday: "I'll Take 'Medieval Torture' for $300, Alex!"

Believe it or not, MT has a "dungeon" with authentic torture pieces, many of which were salvaged from period collections dating to the Spanish Inquisition. We breezed through there pretty quickly (as Elijah tends to have a rather morbid sense of curiosity and could spend hours listening to how people are wounded, maimed and broken in various capacities), but saw some really scary stuff. Knowing that many pieces were actually used only increased the "creepiness factor" as we wound quickly through the little lair, and needless to say, we were all rather glad to emerge from the other side. Amidst all the romance and revelry of the Medieval Age, there were some historical elements that truly made it a frightening time to be alive. And yet, set amidst the other elements present at MT, the dungeon only added to the mystique that we might actually have in fact travelled back in time for a few hours to a real Spanish castle in 750 AD.

7th Birthday: A "Marlavous" Lady!

After arriving, we checked in to the main administrative offices at MT and let them know that we had a 2 o'clock appointment with Mrs. Marla Hart, the Sales and Marketing Director for MT in Schaumberg. She is a delightful lady who engaged both Elijah and us with the utmost class and fun, and she is pictured here with Sami and Elijah standing in the primary receiving area for the offices.

From this point, we stopped by the reservation offices, met the ladies who take the reservations and then moved on into the "castle proper". I have to note at this point that throughout the tour, Marla was, actually, absolutely "marlavous" (yes, you may need to go back and reread that :- ): She pulled no punch, pulled out every stop, and showed us the complete in's and out's of the MT workings. By the end of our time with her, we had been so thoroughly treated, so expertly and excellently cared for, and felt so valued that we were simply dumbfounded by the overall experience.

Elijah loved her as well, and has talked about her for the past several days. Pictured below, you can see that the two of them were "buds" by the end of our time, walking down the hallways hand-in-hand as she pointed out each detail and underworking of everything that MT does.

7th Birthday: Castle On the Horizon

The MT castle is an impressive site by any standards, even from the freeway. It's banners are visible over the treetops from over a 1/4 of a mile away, and as we crested the small hill and took the off-ramp onto Roselle Road, we watched Elijah in the back seat as he started to grin from ear to ear and vie for a better view out the window from his car seat.

7th Birthday: On Our Way!

Well... i for one am not one to be able to keep secrets well, but this year, we actually did it well. We departed for Medieval Times (MT) at 12:30 pm on Friday, and Elijah had NO CLUE what we would be doing for his birthday until that time.

Before we left, we brought him into the Atrium and told him that we had arranged for him to have a backstage tour of the facility with the potential to meet some of the knights and people who make it possible, and that we would then return for the tournament and dinner afterward.

Elijah has never been to MT, but has seen it from the freeway a number of times, and has consistently asked when it would be possible to visit some day. Little did we know what was in store for us! Read on!

7th Birthday: Something Special!!!

We have been preparing for Elijah’s 7th birthday for about 5 years. Seriously. Why? Well, several years ago, I read a book by Robert Lewis called “Raising a Modern Day Knight”, and was intrigued by the practical process that he outlines for giving a compelling metaphor for fathers and sons to rally around as a boy grows. Having grown up in close proximity to Robert Lewis (I attended Fellowship Bible Church in Little Rock, Arkansas, as a young teen, and grew up around the sons of all three teaching pastors, of whom Lewis was one) and seeing first hand the principles outlined, Sami and I decided to put them into practice and see if we couldn’t begin a pathway to helping him grasp the values and objectives that we were going to try to instill in him as he grows up.

If you know me, you know that I’m a huge student of Feudal and martial cultures, so the “Knightly” metaphor translates easily anyway. However, there are a couple of things that serve as “practical” applications that we have begun to engage:

Family Values – Lewis makes the point that each Knightly family had a series of things it honored and wished to be known for throughout the ages. Most often, these values were commemorated in a “coat of arms” (i.e. a picture or piece of heraldry whose components demonstrated or symbolized something significant). Lewis makes the assertion that “you can’t complain that your children don’t value what you value if you never articulate what those things are! You should write them down, talk about them, explain them, and put them somewhere where they will be able to refer to them over time.” Three years ago, we sat down, therefore, and outlined and defined our 10 family values. They are as follows (complete with definitions, of course, and I will talk more about that later): Love, Honor, Faithfulness, Integrity, Humility, Compassion, Courage, Discipline, Industry, and Community. Thus far, Elijah has memorized all 10 Family values and can recite them from memory. We also have regular discussions about “what they mean” and their application to regular life. Whenever we have disciplinary issues, we attempt to “peg” which value has been violated, as well as honor and praise him when he upholds one or more in the course of a given day.

Significant Marking of “Passage” – One of the other things that Lewis talks about is marking three distinct points of “passage” through a boy’s life with ceremony. You see, in Feudal Times in Europe, a young boy would grow up in his mother and father’s home as just “any other little boy” until he was seven years old. At 7, however, a boy who was either qualified or desired (depending on the region and era) to become a knight would be taken from his home to the regional manor or castle in his area. There, he would become a Paige, whose soul duty was to learn in-depth the nature of service. According to most chivalric values, no man could effectively lead who had not learned the value of hard-fought service in the most menial chores and tasks available. As a result, before a boy could learn the martial skill of combat, he had to learn to fight the dirt and grime of pots and pans in the kitchen, or hay and manure in the stables.

Just as a young boy would be taken from his home, given new responsibilities and new privileges at the age of seven, so we wanted to mark Elijah’s 7th birthday in similar fashion so that he would be able to always have it pegged in his memory as the beginning point of a journey. As a result, we began scheming more than a year ago to take him to Medieval Times in Chicago (actually Schaumberg) to have as much of an in-depth experience as was possible to solidify the experience and have it “fit” to the knightly metaphor. The following several posts are the result of those endeavors.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Prince and Princess of Paper

Elijah and Peri disappeared into their room and were quiet for several minutes (no, it never happens.. seriously... we were beginning to wonder if they were still conscious after 5 minutes of uninterrupted relative silence) with only the request to having access to paper, scissors and tape beforehand.

When they emerged, Elijah had manufactured from the ingredients mentioned above a full crown (complete with markered jewels and Celtic designs) and scepter for each of them. They weren't sure if they were representative of "Narnia", or just their general feeling of being the King and Queen of the Land of Magruderdom, but either way, they were all smiles and we, their parents, were only too happy to be their humble servants... at least until bedtime.

Rite of Passage...

The Bug can now officially tie his shoes! Woo-hoo!!! After untangling a nest of knots this morning from previous attempts at keeping his laces off the ground, we finally took the time to sit down and demonstrate how to tie the "granny knot".

He took to it instantly (i'm sure he'll grow up to be a sailor some day... avast!!!), and within a couple of minutes, had it down perfectly! Way to go, Elijah!

Notice how gracious Sami was for "chopping" off my lovely new forehead marking in the last picture below. Thanks, Beauty!!!

Why I Hate My Dog!

Okay, so the other day i noticed that there was this nifty rash starting to form on my forehead. I couldn't figure out what it was until i recognized the unmistakable blistering of Poison Ivy. Lovely.

When we finally tracked down the "culprit", we figured that Mina (our completely worthless Dachshund) must have rubbed against some Poison Ivy (Sami scouted earlier this summer and uprooted all that she could find) and then promptly come inside and "nested" on some of my clothes - which she likes to do. I then inadvertently put said clothes on, and as nearly as i can tell (and based on the online research that we did) rubbed against the plant oil in the process.

I tried to cover the nify "Mikhail Gorbachev" imitation for a couple of days with my Chicago White Sox hat, only to find that it rubbed the Ivy raw, thus causing a lovely secondary infection, which i have been treating with Neosporin. To date, most of the conversations i've had with people at work or in various places has begun with, "Dude... what did you do to your head?", and consisted of frequently wandering stares to my forehead, which i pretend not to notice.