I have officially created my Bible blog and written a few introductory posts. I can't wait until January 1, when I really get started.
If you get a chance, stop by. Here is the link.
And maybe you could also say a prayer for my dedication in following through on this resolution.
Thanks!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
A Motivational New Year's Blog
The new year is almost upon us! You have no idea how excited this makes me! Okay, maybe you do. But more and more, I meet New Year's fatalists who refuse to make resolutions that they know they are just going to break. And on one level, I understand that. To say you are going to do something and then not do it is a defeating, discouraging experience. If you have a track record of not following through on resolutions, I can see the urge to just call the whole thing off.
But. On the other hand, that is such a defeatist attitude! Don't try something because you know you are going to fail?? That's the spirit:). C'mon, it is the perfect time to resolve to do better. We just finished a month of gluttony and indulgence; now is the time to get back on track. Plus, the weather is cold, the days are short...what else are you going to do? Go to the beach? No. You might as well take this opportunity to improve yourself. You can do this! It'll be great!
To help maybe add some motivation, I will share my New Year's resolutions. There are four of them, and they predictably have to do with fitness, both physical and spiritual. My youngest child is about to turn two, so I figure that enough time has passed after all that baby-having to really focus on getting back in shape. But even if you don't find the prospect of reading about my resolutions compelling (though they are groundbreaking, let me tell you), at least skip down to the fourth one and read that. It's the most important.
1. Run 150 days this year, and at least 12 days a month. That might sound crazy, and let me quickly clarify that I am not a runner. I don't even like to run. Furthermore, I'm horrible at it. I feel very strongly that I don't have the respiratory system to be a runner. When I run, it is two miles. That's it. No more. I will never do a marathon; a 5K is highly unlikely. But I read a very convincing article in one of my teen magazines in high school, which extolled the virtues of running, and so I decided to try it. The article maintained that running is a great way to keep in shape (which is true); it helps your immune system (which is true); it relieves stress (which is very true); and it leaves you feeling great, what they call a runner's high (which is an outright lie, devised by sick people who enjoy pain). Though I never, ever get any thing close to a "high" from running, I do love the way it clears my head and relieves the stress of the day. I'm sure there is a medical explanation for that, but the best I can figure is that the near death experience from lack of oxygen really helps put the rest of my life into perspective;). This past year, I ran 137 days, so I figure 150 is not too much of a stretch.
2. Do crunches. Daily. Bi-daily. With some regularity. After gaining 50+ pounds with pregnancy twice, my abs aren't going to flatten themselves:). And though I will most likely never regain my pre-baby stomach, I'm tired of hearing John Reuben in my head whenever I see it in the mirror ("I'm not trying to be a nuisance/I just think we can do better than this"). I can count on one hand the number of times I did crunches in 2009. That needs to change.
3. Be smarter about what I eat. I know, I know--so ambiguous! So not measurable. Here's the thing. I actually signed up with sparkpeople.com recently and counted calories for the first (and only) time in my life. Turns out--and I am dead serious about this--I easily consume 2500 calories a day. Easily. Now, on the one hand, I will defend that number. My body needs a lot of food! It does! And sleep, but that's another story. I'm pretty convinced that my body has NO energy on its own. I wear out so easily. And at 5'9'', I'm a large mammal:). So I need to eat. Eat a lot, apparently. But, I mean, I guess I can cut back a bit. Maybe edge that number closer to 2000:). For one thing, sparkpeople showed me that I eat way too much shredded cheese, and it would be a big step just to cut back on that. So that's what I'll do. Cut back on shredded cheddar. And generally think more before stuffing my face:).
4. This one is the most important. And it will take more time and effort than the other three combined, but that's okay. Because it's the most important (I may have mentioned that). My last resolution is to read through the One Year Bible. I've done F. Lagard Smith's Daily Bible before, but, unlike the Daily Bible, the One Year Bible has an Old Testament and New Testament reading each day, along with an excerpt from Psalms and Proverbs. That means no getting marooned in Ezekiel for weeks at a time. Now, that resolution is daunting, but doable. It's the other part of my resolution that has the most potential to crash and burn.
The other half of my last resolution is to blog the Bible. In the past, I have loved journaling as I read through the Bible. But by now, I type much faster than I write, and I am very much in the habit of blogging. So I want to start a Bible blog, and basically blog about what I'm reading each day. Or if not every day, then very regularly. I'm going to confess: I have planned for weeks to do this anonymously. I have been harboring fears that if I said the wrong thing about the Bible, or asked the wrong question, or suggested the wrong interpretation, then I would offend someone and, God forbid, Greg may have to deal with some kind of brouhaha, being a paid minister. Not that my views of the Bible are terribly controversial or anything. I was just scared. I like openness, but not controversy (and they often go hand in hand). But Greg and I talked, and we decided that that is dumb. The Christian life is not meant to be lived in fear. I love the Bible, I love my Christian family, and I would love to combine those two loves and get feedback from people better read and wiser than I. Or anyone, really:). Plus, my mom is wanting to read the One Year Bible, too, as is my bff, and several members of our adult Sunday school class, so maybe this blog can be a place of mutual encouragement. Or maybe the idea of reading my thoughts/theories/mental meanderings of Leviticus and Lamentations sounds completely mind-numbing to you. That's okay, too. Either way, I'm just putting it out there that it is something I'm going to try to do. It's not to late to go buy the One Year Bible:). If you are wanting to read it, just know that you will have company:)!
So those are my resolutions. It is definitely not a guarantee that I will follow through on them. But better to try and fail than not try at all, right? Whether you make formal resolutions or not, I hope that you all have a wonderful 2010 and that you step closer toward the person that you were designed to be!
Now, I've gotta go eat something....
But. On the other hand, that is such a defeatist attitude! Don't try something because you know you are going to fail?? That's the spirit:). C'mon, it is the perfect time to resolve to do better. We just finished a month of gluttony and indulgence; now is the time to get back on track. Plus, the weather is cold, the days are short...what else are you going to do? Go to the beach? No. You might as well take this opportunity to improve yourself. You can do this! It'll be great!
To help maybe add some motivation, I will share my New Year's resolutions. There are four of them, and they predictably have to do with fitness, both physical and spiritual. My youngest child is about to turn two, so I figure that enough time has passed after all that baby-having to really focus on getting back in shape. But even if you don't find the prospect of reading about my resolutions compelling (though they are groundbreaking, let me tell you), at least skip down to the fourth one and read that. It's the most important.
1. Run 150 days this year, and at least 12 days a month. That might sound crazy, and let me quickly clarify that I am not a runner. I don't even like to run. Furthermore, I'm horrible at it. I feel very strongly that I don't have the respiratory system to be a runner. When I run, it is two miles. That's it. No more. I will never do a marathon; a 5K is highly unlikely. But I read a very convincing article in one of my teen magazines in high school, which extolled the virtues of running, and so I decided to try it. The article maintained that running is a great way to keep in shape (which is true); it helps your immune system (which is true); it relieves stress (which is very true); and it leaves you feeling great, what they call a runner's high (which is an outright lie, devised by sick people who enjoy pain). Though I never, ever get any thing close to a "high" from running, I do love the way it clears my head and relieves the stress of the day. I'm sure there is a medical explanation for that, but the best I can figure is that the near death experience from lack of oxygen really helps put the rest of my life into perspective;). This past year, I ran 137 days, so I figure 150 is not too much of a stretch.
2. Do crunches. Daily. Bi-daily. With some regularity. After gaining 50+ pounds with pregnancy twice, my abs aren't going to flatten themselves:). And though I will most likely never regain my pre-baby stomach, I'm tired of hearing John Reuben in my head whenever I see it in the mirror ("I'm not trying to be a nuisance/I just think we can do better than this"). I can count on one hand the number of times I did crunches in 2009. That needs to change.
3. Be smarter about what I eat. I know, I know--so ambiguous! So not measurable. Here's the thing. I actually signed up with sparkpeople.com recently and counted calories for the first (and only) time in my life. Turns out--and I am dead serious about this--I easily consume 2500 calories a day. Easily. Now, on the one hand, I will defend that number. My body needs a lot of food! It does! And sleep, but that's another story. I'm pretty convinced that my body has NO energy on its own. I wear out so easily. And at 5'9'', I'm a large mammal:). So I need to eat. Eat a lot, apparently. But, I mean, I guess I can cut back a bit. Maybe edge that number closer to 2000:). For one thing, sparkpeople showed me that I eat way too much shredded cheese, and it would be a big step just to cut back on that. So that's what I'll do. Cut back on shredded cheddar. And generally think more before stuffing my face:).
4. This one is the most important. And it will take more time and effort than the other three combined, but that's okay. Because it's the most important (I may have mentioned that). My last resolution is to read through the One Year Bible. I've done F. Lagard Smith's Daily Bible before, but, unlike the Daily Bible, the One Year Bible has an Old Testament and New Testament reading each day, along with an excerpt from Psalms and Proverbs. That means no getting marooned in Ezekiel for weeks at a time. Now, that resolution is daunting, but doable. It's the other part of my resolution that has the most potential to crash and burn.
The other half of my last resolution is to blog the Bible. In the past, I have loved journaling as I read through the Bible. But by now, I type much faster than I write, and I am very much in the habit of blogging. So I want to start a Bible blog, and basically blog about what I'm reading each day. Or if not every day, then very regularly. I'm going to confess: I have planned for weeks to do this anonymously. I have been harboring fears that if I said the wrong thing about the Bible, or asked the wrong question, or suggested the wrong interpretation, then I would offend someone and, God forbid, Greg may have to deal with some kind of brouhaha, being a paid minister. Not that my views of the Bible are terribly controversial or anything. I was just scared. I like openness, but not controversy (and they often go hand in hand). But Greg and I talked, and we decided that that is dumb. The Christian life is not meant to be lived in fear. I love the Bible, I love my Christian family, and I would love to combine those two loves and get feedback from people better read and wiser than I. Or anyone, really:). Plus, my mom is wanting to read the One Year Bible, too, as is my bff, and several members of our adult Sunday school class, so maybe this blog can be a place of mutual encouragement. Or maybe the idea of reading my thoughts/theories/mental meanderings of Leviticus and Lamentations sounds completely mind-numbing to you. That's okay, too. Either way, I'm just putting it out there that it is something I'm going to try to do. It's not to late to go buy the One Year Bible:). If you are wanting to read it, just know that you will have company:)!
So those are my resolutions. It is definitely not a guarantee that I will follow through on them. But better to try and fail than not try at all, right? Whether you make formal resolutions or not, I hope that you all have a wonderful 2010 and that you step closer toward the person that you were designed to be!
Now, I've gotta go eat something....
Saturday, December 26, 2009
The Twelfth Day of Christmas
Christmas 2009:
Santa came and left gifts, even without the cookie bribe. Maybe he's on a diet.
The Hair Bear likes her new kitchen:)
Opening the stocking stuffers from Gigi and Papa.
Anna in her new apron and hat. She looks thrilled. She warmed up to it. And a word on me posting a picture of myself first thing in the morning with no makeup: my college roommate, Drea, had kind of a zen philosophy on pictures. It didn't matter so much if they were good or bad, she said. What was important was that they captured how you looked at a certain moment in time, whatever that was. And at this particular moment in time, I was happy. And I want to remember that.
Cooking away.
Stirring her spices.
Based strictly on initial reaction, this was Luke's favorite present. Who needs a new bike when you have a coffee table book called North American Locomotives???
I figured this was the best way to get the boy to nail down his teens. Maybe he will see once and for all that there is no such thing as "eleventeen"!
I was also able to pick up some library favorites (Counting Kisses and The Goodnight Train) for really cheap. Luke, especially, was excited about that.
Toward the end of the present unwrapping, Greg went to make our chocolate chip pancakes. That is always a fan favorite in the Kirby house...
...as you can probably tell!
Luke did end up loving his bike...
...as did Anna!
The Eleventh Day of Christmas
On Christmas eve...
Gaga and Granddaddy came to our house, and we ate dinner at Carrabba's. Love that place. On the way home, we took my parents to see some of the Christmas lights in town.
Then, we came home and watched a Christmas movie. It looks pretty intense, judging by their faces, but it was just a "Really Wooly" Christmas cartoon that Gaga had brought.
The Twelve Days of Christmas, Part 2
The Seventh Day of Christmas
On the Sunday before Christmas, we went to the Senior High Christmas party at the Lesters' house. It was fun spending time with the teens and watching the "Dirty Santa" gift swap.
The Eighth Day of Christmas
On Monday, we headed to Macon to see my grandparents and parents. My grandparents were leaving that afternoon for Florida, but were waiting to see us. It was wonderful to see them! They also came bearing gifts, which started the present-opening that pretty much didn't stop until Christmas. My mom is all about early present-opening:). Anna's favorite gift was a baby doll that she immediately fell in love with and fed and nurtured.
The Ninth Day of Christmas
On Tuesday, we spent a lazy morning at Gaga's that largely centered around the living room floor and the kids' new sleeping bags from Gaga and Granddaddy. That evening, the Noes and Prettymans came by to exchange gifts. It is always good to spend time with them--such a wonderful family!
The Tenth Day of Christmas
On the tenth day of Christmas, we had to go home:(. Poor Anna--she had gotten so attached to Granddad and just squalled when he put her in the car. And look at mean Gaga, laughing at her pain:). J/k--we were all pretty amused. It was sad, but also so cute.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Merry Christmas!
(the front of our Christmas card this year)
"This year, 2009, has definitely had its ups and downs, its blessings and its trying times. I think our Christmas photo shoot really encapsulates the spirit of the year. We are blessed beyond measure by our beautiful children who amaze, entertain, and befuddle us at regular intervals. We are also so thankful for the seasons that God gives us. The one in which our family currently finds itself is fun and crazy, and we wouldn't trade it for the world. But it's definitely a tough time to get a decent family photo! We hope your family is enjoying the season of the year and the season of your life."
Wishing you and your family a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year!
Santa Update
3 hours later with the help of Grandaddy....
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Photographic Proof
...that Greg loves his daughter:
This picture was taken around 11:20 pm on Christmas eve. Hopefully by tomorrow it will be a play kitchen. I won't be around to see the transformation because I'm going to bed:).
Merry Christmas, everyone!Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The Twelve Days of Christmas, Part 1
This Christmas season has been full of festivities. It seems like there is something Christmas-y going on almost everyday. Here is a sampling:
The First Day of Christmas
Last Monday was Luke's preschool Christmas program. I was very curious to see how he would handle all the people in the auditorium, but he did great. Well, he barely sang, really, but he moved his mouth appropriately, and I'm sure that some sound came out:). But he also stood still, didn't fidget, and didn't cry, scream, or pick his nose, so I deem it a great success! Afterwards we went to McDonald's to get ice cream to celebrate. I have to record this moment:
The play area was way high, and Anna got on a platform from which she could not easily descend...and so Greg had to go up and rescue her. I really don't think I'll miss the forays into the children's play areas at fast food restaurants. I'll be happy when my kids are old enough to fend for themselves in there:).
The Second Day of Christmas
On Tuesday, we had our Mommy and Me Christmas party at my friend Courtney's house. Courtney and I have very similar personalities and party planning tactics. I'll let you use your own adjectives to describe our way of doing things (there are a wide range, depending on your personal preferences:)), but let's just say that her party had four smoothly-running stations, in which the children made ornaments, mixed together "snowman soup," listened to Christmas stories, and decorated Cheerio Christmas tree snacks. It was a lot of fun.
The Third Day of Christmas
On Wednesday, Luke had his Christmas party at preschool. It was a pajama party, and they had a wrapped book exchange. Luke came home with a monster book, a tummy full of pizza and chips, and several gifts from his teachers and various classmates. He was a happy boy!
The Fourth Day of Christmas
Thursday was our first full day at home in a long while, so we spent it baking. Because I am a crazy person, I tried four new recipes with varying degrees of success. But everything came out edible, so that was good.
That evening, we went to find Christmas lights. We had heard of a few good displays in the area. My favorite was this one house that was set to music. It was one of those that you tune your radio to a certain station, and the lights move in time to the songs. I've seen a few, but this one was probably the best I've ever seen. Locals, ask me where this is. You have to see it!
The Fifth Day of Christmas
On Friday, Greg took the kids to go Christmas shopping for me. What a sweetie. It did make me feel really guilty that I had not bought him a gift yet, nor did I have any idea what to get him. It seems that guys tend to have really expensive tastes! That night, we were going to have a Christmas movie night but could not find any good, toddler-friendly Christmas movies at Blockbuster. So we rented Up instead. I really liked it.
No picture for today. Sorry:).
The Sixth Day of Christmas
Okay, I can't really think of anything Christmas-y that we did on Saturday. But our friends, Will and Melissa, were in town (on Christmas break! There we go!), and they came over for dinner. We had a great time catching up with them.
Friday, December 18, 2009
The Dubious Genius of Toddlers
My children regularly do and say things that blow me away. And I don't necessarily always mean that in a good way:).
Sometimes, I am sure that they are brilliant. Sometimes, I'm ready to contact the Rhodes scholar people and send them pictures of my kids just so that they can see the future of their scholarship program. (I don't really know what a Rhodes scholar is; could you tell?) But the point is, I'm convinced that these kids are Stephen-Hawking-level geniuses. Take Anna. She is one year old. Less than two. A little baby. Have I made my point? She's young. And yesterday, with no prompting or previous teaching, she counted to thirteen. I have never, ever attempted to count past three with her. Thirteen! And on Wednesday, when Greg was going over the advent calendar with them, he asked Anna to fill in one. Here was his prompt: "The angel said...." And here is what Anna responded: "Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God." I. Kid. You. Not. I was making my grocery list at the dining room table, and I turned around mid-sentence to gape. That child is not even two!
But then...I have to take into consideration other factors. For instance, that she doesn't know how to eat bread. It is like a mental block. If I cut the bread, or even tear it in half, she's good. But if I give her a whole piece of bread or a whole sandwich, she looks at it like it's an alien. She considers how on earth she is going to eat this thing. And then she always comes to same conclusion. She goes through the middle:
Always. She will inevitably end up with a face full of butter or peanut butter and a piece of bread with a nice little hole in the middle.
So...she can quote whole verses of Scripture but can't eat bread. Makes me reconsider contacting those Rhodes scholar people:).Monday, December 14, 2009
Random Thoughts on Teaching Children
First and foremost, I've gotta hand it to the Catholics. They have some great tricks for teaching kids.
Actually, I only know one, and it's called the Advent calendar. At least, I think that's Catholic. Anyway, I have always loved the idea, despite never having one as a child. I was mainly attracted to it because of the candy and the countdown aspect of it. So when our friend, Mrs. Noe, got the kids each one this year, I was pumped. The kind she got were the cardboard ones with the little chocolates behind the doors, and a picture of the nativity scene on the front. Again, I was strictly in it for the candy, so imagine my surprise when--great day!--there were actually Bible verses behind each door telling the story of the birth of Jesus. In King James and everything. These calendars were hard core.
So...we started reading them each day. And then I started leaving out words and letting the kids fill them in. And now...Luke can practically quote to me the nativity story, and even Anna can fill in some blanks. Plus, Anna can identify baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, the wise men (I know, I know, not an accurate nativity scene, but whatev), the shepherds, the angel, and the camel (was there a camel there?). And since it's in King James, Luke has learned all sorts of great words like virgin, conceive, womb...
...okay so we haven't overemphasized those. But that brings me to my second (and final) random thought. I can't decide if it's that I have no imagination or that I'm a nerd who just finds the truth fascinating, but I have apparently taken the "honesty" approach to answering my children's questions. Does this make me weird? From talking to other moms, I am beginning to wonder....
But when my son asks me why we can't rewind a song on the radio, I launch into an explanation of how the songs on the radio are really from people in a building across town who are picking out the songs and sending them to us on invisible waves. And how the songs don't come just to us, but instead go to all the other cars and radios listening to that station. And so even though you, Luke, would love nothing more than to listen to "Go Tell it on the Mountain" on repeat, other people may not like that song. So the people who choose the radio songs try not to play the same song too often...okay, I think we all understand the concept of a radio. You get my point.
When my child asks a question, I feel compelled to give him an honest answer. And I try to be thorough, but I also have to factor in his age and maturity and all that. The other night while the kids were in the tub, for instance, I may or may not have received an anatomical question, which I answered (correctly) with, "To make babies." And I may or may not have then been asked, "So when can I make babies?" And the rest of the conversation may or may not have gone: "Not until you get married." "I don't want to ever get married." "Then you can never make babies."
So it's sometimes hard to know how much info to give. Maybe that was too much (I actually had to restrain myself; I am all about education:)). But I apparently have a strict policy that all my information be accurate. That's probably the biggest reason I take the "Santa lives in our imagination" approach. I just hope that in spelling out the answers to their questions in black and white, I'm not stunting their imaginations...
Actually, I only know one, and it's called the Advent calendar. At least, I think that's Catholic. Anyway, I have always loved the idea, despite never having one as a child. I was mainly attracted to it because of the candy and the countdown aspect of it. So when our friend, Mrs. Noe, got the kids each one this year, I was pumped. The kind she got were the cardboard ones with the little chocolates behind the doors, and a picture of the nativity scene on the front. Again, I was strictly in it for the candy, so imagine my surprise when--great day!--there were actually Bible verses behind each door telling the story of the birth of Jesus. In King James and everything. These calendars were hard core.
So...we started reading them each day. And then I started leaving out words and letting the kids fill them in. And now...Luke can practically quote to me the nativity story, and even Anna can fill in some blanks. Plus, Anna can identify baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, the wise men (I know, I know, not an accurate nativity scene, but whatev), the shepherds, the angel, and the camel (was there a camel there?). And since it's in King James, Luke has learned all sorts of great words like virgin, conceive, womb...
...okay so we haven't overemphasized those. But that brings me to my second (and final) random thought. I can't decide if it's that I have no imagination or that I'm a nerd who just finds the truth fascinating, but I have apparently taken the "honesty" approach to answering my children's questions. Does this make me weird? From talking to other moms, I am beginning to wonder....
But when my son asks me why we can't rewind a song on the radio, I launch into an explanation of how the songs on the radio are really from people in a building across town who are picking out the songs and sending them to us on invisible waves. And how the songs don't come just to us, but instead go to all the other cars and radios listening to that station. And so even though you, Luke, would love nothing more than to listen to "Go Tell it on the Mountain" on repeat, other people may not like that song. So the people who choose the radio songs try not to play the same song too often...okay, I think we all understand the concept of a radio. You get my point.
When my child asks a question, I feel compelled to give him an honest answer. And I try to be thorough, but I also have to factor in his age and maturity and all that. The other night while the kids were in the tub, for instance, I may or may not have received an anatomical question, which I answered (correctly) with, "To make babies." And I may or may not have then been asked, "So when can I make babies?" And the rest of the conversation may or may not have gone: "Not until you get married." "I don't want to ever get married." "Then you can never make babies."
So it's sometimes hard to know how much info to give. Maybe that was too much (I actually had to restrain myself; I am all about education:)). But I apparently have a strict policy that all my information be accurate. That's probably the biggest reason I take the "Santa lives in our imagination" approach. I just hope that in spelling out the answers to their questions in black and white, I'm not stunting their imaginations...
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Quick Funny
So this morning, Luke took my phone off the nightstand and told me he was going to call Gaga. I said that was fine, so he did. She wasn't home, so he left a message. And that's the last time I thought about my phone...
...until right before church service, when Greg told me that a certain three year old had gotten a cell phone call during Sunday school. Unbeknownst to me, Luke had put my cell phone in his pocket, and Gaga returned his call while he was sitting in class. And the funny thing was, the call was, in fact, for him!
Um, yeah. I bet his teachers weren't expecting cell phones to be a problem so soon!
...until right before church service, when Greg told me that a certain three year old had gotten a cell phone call during Sunday school. Unbeknownst to me, Luke had put my cell phone in his pocket, and Gaga returned his call while he was sitting in class. And the funny thing was, the call was, in fact, for him!
Um, yeah. I bet his teachers weren't expecting cell phones to be a problem so soon!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Hustle and Bustle
I've always had an image of the Christmas season being filled with hustle and bustle, with fun and parties and baking and gift-giving and activity. And that is what this season has been thus far. We had the gingerbread house party and the Jr. High Christmas party. We went to the annual barbecue at the church. We've been out to celebrate my birthday, and we went to another party today. We have Luke's Christmas program coming up and two more kids' Christmas parties next week. We have had something to do every day this week and most of next week.
Which is great. But I'm also a homebody who likes calmness and peace. And I find myself really latching on to "interior moments" these last few days, moments of calm and quiet with just our family. This desire has been reflected in my choices for Project 365 photos, I think. Yesterday, for example, contained scenes like this:
But for my project 365, I went with this:
Today has had scenes like this:
But instead of going with a party picture, I'm thinking of going with this:
and this:
Rememberies
Shortly after Thanksgiving, our family was eating dinner. Luke announced that after dinner, he wanted to play his new game, "Membery." "You mean Memory?" we asked. No. He was adamant that it had a "b." "It makes sense," I told Greg. "He's probably thinking of the word, 'Remember.'" Hearing that, Luke clarified that the name of the game was actually, "Remembery." We went back and forth, all laughing and being stubborn, each of us insisting on the correctness of our own view. At one point, Greg turned to me, amused, and asked, "What do you think? Should we go with the opinion of the 29 and 28 year olds? Or should we go with the three year old?" I couldn't respond, because I was too busy laughing at Luke, who had caught on to what Greg was saying and was adamantly jabbing/pointing to his chest, as if to say, "The three year old!" Greg laughed, too, and said, "We can't tell you anything." To which Luke immediately retorted, "Yes, you can! You can tell me everything!"
Luke and Anna are always adding to my "rememberies" with the silly things they say. Last week, Luke was talking on the phone to Gaga as we drove the 45 minutes downtown to the children's museum. We were well into the "trip" when I handed the phone back for him to talk. It happened to be just as we passed some animals (I guess; I didn't see them). And so he immediately said, "Gaga! I just saw some animals by the road! I saw some horses, and a...a...rhinoceros!" I heard my mom laughing and explaining on speaker phone how she didn't think that rhinoceroses lived around our house. "But Gaga," he intoned seriously, "we are a long way from home."
This one happened awhile back. Luke had run upstairs to get one of Anna's ponytail holders to hook together some of his trains. On the way down, he was explaining to Greg how ponytail holders were for girls and not boys. "When girls fix their hair, it's called a 'ponytail,'" he explained. "And when boys do," he continued, "It's called, 'Get a haircut!'" Greg cracked up. "That's right. You tell those hippies," he joked.
Lately, Luke has not been wanting to eat green vegetables. He has tried all manner of evasion, but I was most amused by his "saintly" tactic. After Greg put some green beans on his plate, he turned to his dad and sweetly said, "Daddy, you can have these green beans if you want. I don't really like them. Thank you, though." Mmm-hmm. Sweet, but you still have to eat them, buddy:).
Another thing he has been doing is continually asking us what is going to happen tomorrow. He is very interested in all of our future plans, and he asks about them several times a day. At one point, Greg got tired of it and said, "We don't need to worry about tomorrow, buddy; we just need to worry about today." Luke got very serious and responded, "We need to worry about today??" Oh, for goodness sake!
Luke is not the only one making us laugh these days. Anna has been stringing together sentences for a few months now, and it's so funny to hear a one year old put her feelings into words. It is convenient, because now she can explain why she is upset, and it is also funny, because the reasons that she is upset are such typical one year old reasons. Once, Greg carried her inside, set her down, and then went to unload some things out of the car. Well. She did not take kindly to that and just started squalling. "What's wrong, Anna?" I asked, even though I had a pretty good guess." "Daddy put me down!" She spat out each word and even bent over and poked the floor for emphasis. Yep, that's what I figured was wrong.
We've also had to ban the phrase, "I had it first!" in our house. Both of them are always saying it in squabbles, even though Anna is clearly fuzzy on the meaning. So now, no one can say it. It's annoying, and really, it doesn't matter who had it first when they are both being selfish.
Though they do have their squabbles, more often than not, they are both sweethearts. Anna loves to start "fights" with us by saying, "I love you more." When we answer back, "No, I love you more," it's on. Though sometimes she just says it to get us to disagree, and then smiles happily and says, "Yeah." Like she was just wanting us to confirm that we do, in fact, love her more.
And then yesterday, it was really cold outside, and I was loading the kids up to go to a play date. As we pulled out of the driveway, Luke told me earnestly, "Mama, I went outside and touched the leaves, and they were really cold. I wanted to build a house for them, but I didn't know how." I had to explain to him that the leaves would be fine, but statements like that just floor me. What am I supposed to do with that heart? I feel so unworthy to be a steward of it! I just pray that God works in spite of all my mistakes and humanity to mold these children into the amazing people He designed them to be.
Until then, they will perpetually entertain us!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
A Girl's Best Friend
I have a confession to make: I do not understand jewelry. At all. Despite my mother's best efforts to get me interested in adornments of all kinds, I don't even wear earrings today. All I wear are my engagement ring, wedding band, and a cross necklace, and I only wear those because they are outward symbols of deep commitments that I have made. It's not that I don't want to like jewelry. It's just that I am missing that gene. The logic of gold and diamonds, especially, makes no sense to me. The two major characteristics of diamonds are that they are expensive and they are sparkly. Since I like money and I'm not a crow, neither of those traits really appeal to me. Thus, when I see jewelry commercials, it is like I am an anthropologist studying a completely different culture. And apparently, I'm a bad anthropologist, because the culture makes no sense.
Take this commercial I saw a couple nights ago while watching The Biggest Loser finale. A woman is rocking her newborn at 2:00 am when her husband comes downstairs. She looks up, confused. "It's two in the morning," she tells him. "Not just any morning," he replies, "Christmas morning." And he switches on the lights of the tree. "I just couldn't wait," he says, and then hands her...some jewelry. I honestly can't remember what particular jewelry it is because at this point I am yelling at the screen, "She doesn't want jewelry!! It's 2:00 am!! She wants to go to sleep!!" Oh, how I remember those days of sleep deprivation. When my husband took the baby from me so that I could get some sweet, blissful sleep, he was my personal savior. If he had instead handed me a ridiculously expensive trinket in the wee hours of the morning, I would have been so peeved. Do you know how many diapers that could buy?!?!?!
Thankfully, my husband really likes this about me. And thankfully, he also fully understands that my love language is not "gifts." It is "acts of service," which is apparently his forte. This morning, for example, I was tired and stressed about my disaster of a house. I was fretting because we're hosting a party tomorrow, and I had stupidly made a childcare commitment that did not allow me to focus on cleaning my house like I needed to. I could tell that my stress was stressing Greg out, and I felt horrible about that, but I just couldn't get a handle on it. By the time I got the kids out the door and on to our commitment, I was feeling much better. Greg was walking out the door himself, to go workout before work. After my babysitting gig, I saw him at work, and he told me to look in the bathroom when I got home. "Which bathroom?" I asked. "Any of them," he responded proudly. When I got home, all three bathrooms were clean. CLEAN!! And they smelled great! I cried. Really. It could have been a commercial. A commercial for toilet bowl cleaner.
When I called him, he said, "I thought cleaning bathrooms would be a more productive use of my time than working out." Do you SEE why I LOVE this man???? Seriously, is he human? It is truly an amazing experience being married to the best person I know.
And he's just glad he doesn't have to buy me diamonds:).
Take this commercial I saw a couple nights ago while watching The Biggest Loser finale. A woman is rocking her newborn at 2:00 am when her husband comes downstairs. She looks up, confused. "It's two in the morning," she tells him. "Not just any morning," he replies, "Christmas morning." And he switches on the lights of the tree. "I just couldn't wait," he says, and then hands her...some jewelry. I honestly can't remember what particular jewelry it is because at this point I am yelling at the screen, "She doesn't want jewelry!! It's 2:00 am!! She wants to go to sleep!!" Oh, how I remember those days of sleep deprivation. When my husband took the baby from me so that I could get some sweet, blissful sleep, he was my personal savior. If he had instead handed me a ridiculously expensive trinket in the wee hours of the morning, I would have been so peeved. Do you know how many diapers that could buy?!?!?!
Thankfully, my husband really likes this about me. And thankfully, he also fully understands that my love language is not "gifts." It is "acts of service," which is apparently his forte. This morning, for example, I was tired and stressed about my disaster of a house. I was fretting because we're hosting a party tomorrow, and I had stupidly made a childcare commitment that did not allow me to focus on cleaning my house like I needed to. I could tell that my stress was stressing Greg out, and I felt horrible about that, but I just couldn't get a handle on it. By the time I got the kids out the door and on to our commitment, I was feeling much better. Greg was walking out the door himself, to go workout before work. After my babysitting gig, I saw him at work, and he told me to look in the bathroom when I got home. "Which bathroom?" I asked. "Any of them," he responded proudly. When I got home, all three bathrooms were clean. CLEAN!! And they smelled great! I cried. Really. It could have been a commercial. A commercial for toilet bowl cleaner.
When I called him, he said, "I thought cleaning bathrooms would be a more productive use of my time than working out." Do you SEE why I LOVE this man???? Seriously, is he human? It is truly an amazing experience being married to the best person I know.
And he's just glad he doesn't have to buy me diamonds:).
Saturday, December 05, 2009
2nd Annual Gingerbread House Party
After completing all the necessary prep, it was time for the party to start. And it went sooooo well! Unbelievably well. (I should pray so hard before all my parties!) My house came through like a champ, even with 55 people inside it (a new record!). All the kids were amazing. My two teen volunteers were my heroes (shout out to Lindsey and Olivia!). The gingerbread houses were adorable. The adults had a great time talking and helping their kids make the houses. Good times seemed to be had by all. And now, the requisite billion pictures:
Okay, wow. I have way more cute pictures and am apparently convicted that the world needs to see ALL of them, so the rest will be on my facebook account, probably by tomorrow. These, I think, will give you a good enough indication of how the party went. I am already looking forward to next year!
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