Yesterday morning at the crack of dawn, Brenna came pitter-pattering into our room with her usual morning greeting, "I so hungy, Mama, I so hungy. I so hungy, Daddy, I so hungy."
Brian rolled over and asked her, "Brenna, what are you eating?"
Big grin, "my BOOGERS!"
Guess she couldn't wait.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Crying like a baby
When Isaac, my mellowest infant so far, woke from one of his 18 naps today, I smiled as I listened to his mewling little cry. If I could put words in his mouth, I think he would have been saying:
“Excuse me, could someone please help me?"
His sister, the ruler of the house? Her infant cry was more like:
"Come GET me! I'm AWAKE! How DARE you leave me in here! COME! GET! ME! NOW!”
And then there was our firstborn, the little spaz:
“OH. MY. GAAAAWD! I AM DYING! DYING! THE TORTURE! I’ve been ABANDONED! HELP!
It’s funny, their personalities haven't changed much.
“Excuse me, could someone please help me?"
His sister, the ruler of the house? Her infant cry was more like:
"Come GET me! I'm AWAKE! How DARE you leave me in here! COME! GET! ME! NOW!”
And then there was our firstborn, the little spaz:
“OH. MY. GAAAAWD! I AM DYING! DYING! THE TORTURE! I’ve been ABANDONED! HELP!
It’s funny, their personalities haven't changed much.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Misbehavior
This morning, I sent the kids to the car while I grabbed Isaac. From the house I heard:
“it’s mine!” “no, it’s MINE!” “no, IT’S MINE!!!” “MINE!” “NO, MINE!” and so on and so forth.
Let me note that I could hear this clearly from inside, and the kids' door faces away from the house. They were LOUD. I stormed out there to add to the yelling... um, I mean see what was going on; the object in dispute? A temporary tattoo (it was Nathan’s). Ahhh, the domestic harmony.
“it’s mine!” “no, it’s MINE!” “no, IT’S MINE!!!” “MINE!” “NO, MINE!” and so on and so forth.
Let me note that I could hear this clearly from inside, and the kids' door faces away from the house. They were LOUD. I stormed out there to add to the yelling... um, I mean see what was going on; the object in dispute? A temporary tattoo (it was Nathan’s). Ahhh, the domestic harmony.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Are you religious?
Last week at my Bible Study, our group had an interesting conversation about being called "religious". We talked about how using that word to a Christian is sort of a big ol' flag that tells you the other person was not brought up in the church. We also spoke briefly about when people say, "I'm spiritual". I would love to start asking people who tell me that what it means to them to be "spiritual". These words have such a negative connotation within the church, as though the person asking if one is religious is really asking, "are you a pharisee? are you a hypocrite?" (which they most likely aren't)
As I've spent the last week thinking about that conversation, I've come to realize I am religious. There are parts of the daily practice of my faith that really don't have much to do with relationship with God. For instance, frequently, when we have finished our prayer before dinner I think was God really glorified by that? What if we had just said, "rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub... yay GOD!"
I guess it really comes back to the meaning of the original question. “Are you religious?” Coming from someone who is fairly new to the faith, or not a part of it, who doesn’t know that our hackles rise just because they use the wrong word, how would I answer? Ultimately, I want to be able to be confident of my answer, whatever it is. And maybe, the connotation really doesn’t matter at all. Yes, I am. I love Jesus. I try to honor him in my actions. I’m a work in progress, but he loves me.
As I've spent the last week thinking about that conversation, I've come to realize I am religious. There are parts of the daily practice of my faith that really don't have much to do with relationship with God. For instance, frequently, when we have finished our prayer before dinner I think was God really glorified by that? What if we had just said, "rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub... yay GOD!"
I guess it really comes back to the meaning of the original question. “Are you religious?” Coming from someone who is fairly new to the faith, or not a part of it, who doesn’t know that our hackles rise just because they use the wrong word, how would I answer? Ultimately, I want to be able to be confident of my answer, whatever it is. And maybe, the connotation really doesn’t matter at all. Yes, I am. I love Jesus. I try to honor him in my actions. I’m a work in progress, but he loves me.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Cute Quotes
Nathan: "I'll have to wait until I can find my Away in the Manger humming, 'cause I lost it somewhere in my body".
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Where my treasure is....
Warning: if you can't deal with messes, you shouldn't read this!
Today when we got home from church, Brian and I did our usual walk of the backyard to see what changes the rain and sun have brought. It's one of our favorite times to just hang out together, and we started pulling some weeds (we've found this task much easier right after the rain). After 15 or so minutes of playing outside, Brenna decided to sit smack in the middle of the dirt pile. In her black velvet church dress. A very dirty child was summarily escorted back to the house to stay out of the mud. Brian and I went back to pulling weeds, commenting that we really ought to go back in and make sure the house was still standing.
When we finally went back in, I noticed my jewelry bag, the one I use for travel, on the floor. Not good. Yesterday we took my diamond studs and necklace to the jeweler to be checked for the warranty. The bag was empty, of course. We stopped everything to find the missing jewelry. One earring and the necklace were easy (as were the other items in the bag, nothing of actual value) but one earring was still missing. Want to see where we finally found it?
Can you see it?
That would be under Brenna's chair at the dinner table. It's been a couple days since i've swept!
Today when we got home from church, Brian and I did our usual walk of the backyard to see what changes the rain and sun have brought. It's one of our favorite times to just hang out together, and we started pulling some weeds (we've found this task much easier right after the rain). After 15 or so minutes of playing outside, Brenna decided to sit smack in the middle of the dirt pile. In her black velvet church dress. A very dirty child was summarily escorted back to the house to stay out of the mud. Brian and I went back to pulling weeds, commenting that we really ought to go back in and make sure the house was still standing.
When we finally went back in, I noticed my jewelry bag, the one I use for travel, on the floor. Not good. Yesterday we took my diamond studs and necklace to the jeweler to be checked for the warranty. The bag was empty, of course. We stopped everything to find the missing jewelry. One earring and the necklace were easy (as were the other items in the bag, nothing of actual value) but one earring was still missing. Want to see where we finally found it?
Can you see it?
That would be under Brenna's chair at the dinner table. It's been a couple days since i've swept!
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