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swedish sweaters

Ivar is named after his great grandpa. Grandpa Ivar, who we called Papa, could most often be seen wearing his Swedish sweaters. Even to a Pirate Birthday party as seen below:

I asked Rory's mom if she had anything special for little Ivar to wear for his Dedication, and the next morning she showed up with a Swedish sweater outfit from Hannah Anderson. This was the perfect outfit. It makes me sad that we'll never get a picture of the two Ivar's in their sweaters together. They would have liked each other so much.

When Ivar was still in my belly, I wrote our baby-to-be a long letter explaining the two names we had chosen and why we had chosen them. Here is part of that letter that explains why we chose our name for a baby boy:

Little baby,
It is early in the morning before the sun has come up, and I am wide awake wondering who you will be. We have two names picked out for you, and I’d be very surprised if we changed our minds. We have a strong girls name and a strong boys name and each one holds a lot of meaning for us. I want to tell you why.


If you are a boy, your name will be Ivar. This name is the name of your great grandpa on your dad’s side. Your great grandpa Ivar was a fantastic man of character, born to be a preacher. His speech had a particular cadence with his words chosen thoughtfully. He was a character in every imaginable way. His life stories seem epic now, hopping trains to get back and forth from Bible school, taking a ship over with his parents from Sweden as a boy, building churches in Ohio and Michigan.

We all called him Papa, and I have to tell you he welcomed me into the Groves family with arms wide open. That always meant so much to me. I knew he liked me from the start and I liked him right back. When your dad and I were first dating he was living in a senior home with a lot of Lutherans and Lutheran pastors. He paraded your dad around the dining hall table by table, introducing him and saying, “This is my grandson Rory. He is dating a Lutheran!” And he said it with enthusiasm, building a bridge to his friends at his home.

Little baby, your tiny little feet have some enormous footsteps to follow. The truth is, you could have been named after any of your great grandfathers or grandpas. You come from the strongest of men, filled with integrity and character. Each one has a life story that is filled with caring for others, determination, hard work and a belief in God that is so strong that it influences every single part of their daily life.

Your great grandpa Phil (grandma Margaret’s dad) was the hardest working man I have ever met. I remember being at his farm and getting so excited for Wheel of Fortune, because it was the only time the man sat still, so then the rest of us could rest, too. Great grandpa Phil could work nonstop doing physical things all day long. He was a successful farmer, raised seven kids and was active at his church his whole life.

Your great grandpa John (grandpa Paul’s dad) was a loyal worker to his company. He worked for the Burroughs Corporation, and I think that company had him move over a dozen times. He taught Sunday school most places where they moved and when he retired he kept using his skills and gifts to help raise money for the Lutheran Bible Institute.

Your great grandpa Madison (grandpa Madison’s dad) was an entrepreneur and a builder and he used his gifts to construct a home for orphaned children in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Your dad wishes so badly he could have known him more (he died when your dad was still very young) because it seems that your dad was given the same independence and self-confidence that his grandpa Madison had, born to create his own ventures.

And you, baby-to-be, could not be any more blessed than you are with your two Grandpa’s. Grandpa Paul and Grandpa Madison are both salt of the earth, and their deepest care is for other people. The church is the cornerstone of their lives, faithfully living out Jesus’ call to love one another and to share the good news. They love their families more than anything and are so excited for your arrival. In fact, your Grandpa Paul has already purchased his Grandparent’s Pass to the zoo, and you still have eight more weeks before you are due to arrive!

In all of your great grandfathers and grandpas there is a great sense of purpose for what they do and did with their time. What they believed in was the driving force behind their actions and ambitions.

Hear me on this. Whether you are born a girl or a boy, you will be given a family name, because we come from two families that have been blessed beyond measure. Your dad and I do not care what profession you choose. You could be a storyteller, a farmer, a preacher, a salesman, a fundraiser, an entrepreneur, an author, a contractor, or any other profession that fits your gifts. But we do care that you know your Maker. And whatever you do with your life, you live your life with as much passion and conviction and belief as the heritage of men and women who have gone before you. We care that you live your life boldly, make mistakes and move on, and that you are not afraid to live out the role God has custom created for you.

We love you more than I could have ever imagined love. Your dad talks to you every day and we are filled with wonder and awe thinking of how fearfully and wonderfully you are made.

We are so excited to be your mom and dad.

our blessed baby


Rory's dedication

Becca's baptism

When Rory and I were dating we had a lot of long conversations about how we would raise our kids with our different denominational backgrounds. It never felt like our upbringings were really at odds with each other though. We both were taught of the love of Jesus and felt committed to our callings to serve God and the world and people he created.

When the conversation came up about infant baptism vs. dedication we sort of picked apart what the hope is for each. And maybe we oversimplified, and I'm sure there are some theologians out there who might take issue with our decision, but for us, infant baptism and dedication are both a public proclamation of the parents saying, "this is God's kid. we're committed to raise him to love Jesus, to know his Maker and to study and live out God's word." And in either service the onus is on God- this is God's work, this baby is God's masterpiece, and we the parents, family and sponsors gathered here promise to do our part to make sure the seeds of faith are planted and nurtured.

In the past month, Ivar was both baptized and dedicated. This may be unconventional and abnormal, but for us it felt right. Both days were holy and wonderful. Both days our baby was surrounded by faithful family and friends who promise to walk beside us as we raise Ivar to love and fear our God. And both days were us recognizing and remembering that Ivar is God's kid first and now it is our great responsibility to raise him in the faith so that he may know and love Jesus like we know and love Him.

Ivar's baptism

Ivar's dedication

42 years

Yesterday was my mom and dad's 42nd wedding anniversary! Rory, Ivar and I met them for supper last night and heard their story...how they met, their quick 6 weeks of dating before getting engaged and all about their wedding. When we left I thanked them for sticking together. I don't take for granted the fact that my folks are still married. It's the greatest gift they could have ever given me and my marriage. I have learned so much from them as they modeled what it looks like to fight fair, to love each other well and to still enjoy and appreciate each others company! Here's a blast from one of those 42 years in the past:

oh baby

Special thanks to cousins Claire, Simon and Penny for this adorable hand-me-down. It necessitated yet another photo shoot. Ivar is growing out of his clothes so fast and it bums me out so much because this tiny stuff is ADORABLE. It just means that I have a line up of outfits he will wear the next few days so that I can at least document the cuteness before it is put away for another baby.

This next picture sums up how Ivar feels about the photoshoots in his future:Rory and I can't stop laughing at this picture.

a bit of snow

I don't know how I missed the memo that a blizzard was coming. I hadn't heard we were even supposed to get snow until Friday night when Rory came home excitedly and told me we were in for a lot of snow. Even during the day on Saturday I told my sister, "it's odd the snow is drifting in our yard so high. We don't usually get drifts in our yard." Turns out it wasn't drifting at all in our yard...it's just that 17 1/2 inches of snow (the reported final number in Minneapolis) makes the whole city look like one enormous snow drift.
This is the path Rory dug to the alley for us to get to church. Unfortunately, our Jeep was completely buried and had a four foot plow wall on the alley side, so driving the Jeep today was not an option. Rory's dad came to our house this morning to pick us up so we could make it to church.

This afternoon we spent two hours digging the car out, and we still can't really get anywhere because the side streets haven't been plowed. (So sad to miss Beth's party. Ergh.) So we're hunkered down again and staying toasty inside. We've got a predicted -25 windchill coming our way tonight. brrrrr....