By Hans on April 28, 2016 2

So, Courtney wrote a post yesterday, but she DELETED IT (which I was cool with) because she was making fun of me in it. I don’t mind being made fun of.  However, I do mind others making more fun of me than I do of myself. I am sorry for the three of you who were excited to see that she wrote a post, only to find that it had been deleted. I hope this post will be a consolation. It will be an interview with Courtney. I’ll ask the questions, she will provide the answers. You get the entertainment.

Why do you dislike blogging? 

Because it’s stupid.

Why do you keep people from reading what is, in my opinion, your excellent writing? 

I don’t doubt that my writing is good…I just don’t feel like I have anything to say. Go to Jen Hatmaker’s blog or something.

Who is that? Just kidding. Have you ever made a hat? 

Not that I can recall.

How much would I have to pay you to get you to write even one blog post a month? 

$1000 in unmarked bills.

That’s a lot. How about I just buy a bag of marshmallows on a whim like I did this week and we eat them? Close enough? 

Throw some chocolate-covered almonds in there, and we’ll call it even.

Great. I’ll work on that. Now, more serious, which child is your favorite? 


Now, for real, why do you dislike blogging? 

Blogging takes a lot of mental energy, and I don’t have much to spare. I’d rather take a nap.

[Please let the record show that you barely ever nap, though.] Ok, onward. What’s one of your favorite memories you think we’ve had as a family of five? 

Ummm…banana boating at Pine Cove Family Camp. Well, Abram and I watching you, Ethan and Asher on the banana boat. Except for the part where I was holding Abram and the boat we were on swerved, and we fell off the seat.

Family Camp has been fun. I think this is year number five for us. After year one, it wasn’t looking good that we’d be back. We had a huge fight immediately after getting on the interstate on the way home. What changed? 

Next question.

What do I do, other than this post, that drives you crazy? 

Nothing. Can we go watch “The West Wing” now?

You do know this counts as a blog post, though, right? I can’t let you get away with no real answers to questions. So . . . last question: what do you love most about being a mom? 

Oh goodness, I don’t know. I love having fun with them. I love kissing them on the top of their heads all day, although I know they won’t let me do it much longer. I love playing games with them (well, except when Asher loses…) and reading to them. I love taking them places. I love rocking Abram until we both fall asleep (usually me first…did I mention I’m tired a lot?). I love that I get to see life through their eyes, like starting all over again. Now you’ve made me all weepy. I hope you’re happy.

I am. We can watch “The West Wing” now. 


By Courtney on June 13, 2014 27

I remember when I was in New Zealand (in 2004) and I was sitting at a Starbucks, typing up my first update email to my family and friends about life in Wellington.  Back then, all I had was time, though I’m not sure I was aware of it. Ten years later, I’m sitting at a Barnes & Noble in Baton Rouge, by myself.  I don’t remember the last time I did that.  I’m still drinking the same nonfat, decaf latte, though.  I’ve been married for nearly ten years and now have three boys, all under five (thus, not much time alone at Barnes & Noble).  When I’m here, I usually have them with me, playing with trains and blocks and reading books (usually about trucks)…and making trips to the bathroom a little more challenging than they used to be.  I’m a lot more tired now (I try not to mention this to Hans every minute of every day…), but part of that is because I still stay up as late as I did then.  Bad habits die hard.  Mine are about to kill me.  Hans usually falls asleep on the couch while I finish up household chores, use the computer, and piddle.  I might need to cut out the piddling time.  Bummer. 

As I attempt to reflect (I stink at reflecting) on these past ten years, I am thankful for what the Lord has done and how he’s blessed me beyond measure.

I have to start with Hans, whose patience has been tested (also beyond measure) this past decade.  I realize that most people don’t know exactly what they’re getting into when they marry…but I failed to inform him of some, let’s call them, issues that I had.  He couldn’t have known how challenging managing my diabetes, my emotions, my perfectionism, my insecurity, my lack of structure and…my love for sweets…would be.  Then again, I wasn’t aware of the difficulty of it, either.  I told you.  I do not enjoy reflecting.  I don’t like to think about or evaluate myself, especially any imperfections.  If I ignore them, are they really there?  Wellll…you may be able to ignore them as a single person, but when you join yourself to someone in holy matrimony, it all comes out.  And in my case, it was anything but the neat package I often tried to convey.  I don’t like being messy…in any sense of the word.  I have to be careful not to get mad at myself (and the boys) for dropping or spilling things (in other words, often).  I also do not like being messy emotionally…I don’t want to be a burden.  I don’t want to need help.  I don’t like being vulnerable.   I don’t even like how this chair I’m sitting in squeaks if I move too much. 

Through it all, Hans hasn’t even threatened to divorce me. Very kind, especially since I’ve told him he should.  (Kind of me, don’t you think? There’s that insecurity shining through…)  He could tell you ways he’s failed…he hasn’t been perfect, of course, but he’s been my saving grace.  He’s helped me to trust the Lord, encouraged me to form my own thoughts and convictions (still not good at that), stood by me when I was utterly miserable teaching junior high (how do people do it?), been my personal shopper (he’s better at finding clothes for me…I’m a different kind of high-maintenance), and truly been a wonderful husband and father.  His integrity, responsibility, perseverance, good looks and intentionality are exceeded only by his love for the Lord, and for that, I’m so grateful.  

I’m pretty sure this isn’t the reason Hans offered me his computer and a couple of free hours.  I didn’t know what I was going to do.  But now I need to run to the grocery store for a couple of things (despite the fact that I’ve been three times this week, including last night) and maybe look for a Father’s Day card.  Wait.  Does this count as a card?  Happy Father’s Day, Hans!  The boys and I love you!  (And thank you for knowing me so well…he’s been sending me pics of what the boys are doing at home while I’ve been here.)  🙂  It is a joy being your wife and the mother of our three boys!  See you when I get home.

By Courtney on June 4, 2013 +

Here’s our little rooster.

Rooster Asher from Hans Googer on Vimeo.


By Courtney on September 13, 2012 +

“Hey buddy.  Hey buddy!  HEY BUD-DEEEEE!”

It’s 6:30 in the morning, and Ethan’s voice, escalating in volume and urgency, is coming through the monitor two feet from my dozing head.  Somebody’s ready to start his day.  And somebody’s not…but that’s irrelevant.  🙂  My alarm clock has gone off.  And he doesn’t have a snooze button.

I think I’ve been saying “Hey buddy” to him since he was born, so I only have myself to blame for his favorite catchphrase.  He must say it twenty times a day.  In fact, he just started preschool, and his teacher sent me a sweet note saying, “He kept walking up to me at various times during the day and saying ‘Hey Buddy!!!'”  Yep.  That’d be Ethan.

He says it to strangers.  He says it when he gets nervous or excited.  He says it to get my attention.  If you know him, he’s probably said it to you.  That’s my little buddy.

“Hey Buddy!”


By Hans on January 1, 2012 +

Happy New Year! I now believe that Courtney has out-bloggeed me. Tears of sorrow and joy run down my face! Who would’ve thought she’d find as much time to blog as she has. (Well, I guess that is a relative term as we are still pretty infrequent). 2011 brought us, amongst others, Asher Benjamin, born June 30th. As I write this he is playing like crazy in his bouncer while his brother looks on. They’re both a joy.

The holiday season this year was one of those once-every-seven-or-so where Christmas Day and New Year’s Day were both on Sunday, leading to church services both times; but it also leads to some weird holiday rhythms where we have to play musical days off with the schedule. Since it is hard to head out of town when holidays fall on one of the most valuable days of the week for a pastor, I’ve had some time at home to mess with the blog layout. (Courtney, I’m still working on the logo at the top. I know it looks lame to just have “The Googers” written.) It brought me back to a blog post I wrote a year ago with my goals for 2011. What would a blog be without a review of things such as that? Continue Reading…