Showing posts from December, 2009

Now You Are Six

The night you were born, the longest night of the year as my doula liked to make much of, one of the midwives flipped up the towel that was covering you before I even got a chance to look at your face and exclaimed, "It's a girl!" My immediate thought was, "But I don't know how to do girls. Boys I have figured out but I have no idea what I'm doing with a girl." I'm sorry to say my lovely daughter, but I still don't know what I'm doing. I'm just muddling through as well as I can. You are such a foreign entity to me and I am slow to catch on to you and your needs and your emotions. You need more affection than your brother ever did, more snuggling, more closeness, more time to just chat. I'm getting that part figured out now. You are laughter, fancy, joy and charm. You seem to inhabit an entirely different reality than the rest of us. You a girl of great lows and great sadness often over things that seem trivial to the r

The Weekend in Pictures

This is a gratuitous photo post. Mostly for the grandparents who are in Canada. Here you go. Here are pictures like I promised. Birthday dinner. Auntie Kallee made her paper dolls. Beema makes each of them a blessing quilt. The squares are decorated by family members and friends with blessings for the child. She sews it all together into a quilt. This one came to Canada with me when I went two years ago. So it has blessings from my side of the family on it too. She finally finished it. Auntie Ana crocheted her this bear in a day. Stages of the princess cake. I had my mom on speaker phone during the last stages of decorating this. Which is funny, since she made me so many when I was little. It was not going well for a while. See mom, it turned out alright. Dad, this is the gift you bought for her. (wink, wink. I remembered to give her the card. I think she likes it.) Now I have a fairy party to throw together by 3pm tomorrow for the Girl. I'm


Three years ago today I was laying in Beema's bathtub giving birth to you . Oof those cheeks. So kissable.  Now you are tall, speak in full sentences and are the life of the party. Still have those cheeks though. We all laugh more because you are here. Sometimes so much that I wish you would cut it out, but that's mostly at bed time when you whip your older brother and sister into a frenzy of excitement trying to get them to play some more when they ought to be brushing their teeth. You color, meticulously, keeping it all within the lines. You don't want to play with puzzles and blocks during school time. You instead squeeze yourself a space at the table and scribble on one of the old work books that I kept for you. Every 5 minutes or so you yell, "Teach me mommy. Teach me what to do next." My favorite of your many distinctive phrases is the way you say, "Oh, I DO wike dat mommy." It sounds so old fashioned and formal that I laugh to myse

Give some joy this Christmas-*updated*

Wow, you guys rock. 5 more bunks beds donated and 5 more for clothes and shoes as well! That means we've only got 5 beds to go, and 3 kids left to buy clothes for. THANK-YOU so much for being such a blessing! I was going to post this at the beginning of December. But then I got a few glitchy paypal emails that led me to believe that the entire cost had already been covered by a few very large donations. When I actually checked two days ago I found to my dismay that it was a mistake. (I know, I should have checked earlier, but I've never gotten inaccurate emails from them before so I was trusting the info.) So we're still short on beds and clothes for the kids at the children's home for Christmas day. The worst part is that we already told them there was enough to send and there really isn't. So I'm sending out a last minute SOS. Can anyone help? The full story is here . The short version is this. We're barely able to provide food every month for th

I just think that songwriters should think about what the words teach, that's all.

There is this cute little song that my kids learned to sing at church last week. It has little actions to it and the tune is catchy. The lyrics go like this: I wanna be like you I wanna be like you Jesus (Repeat ad nauseum) Less of me, This is my prayer. More of you... (something, something blah, blah, back to chorus.) I made them stop singing it. Because the words bother me so much. They reflect a common and dangerous misconception in the church that irritates the snot out of me. It comes from the place in the gospels where John the Baptist says, "He must increase and I must decrease." John 3:30 A critical reading of this passage makes it obvious that he's referring to the scope of his ministry vs that of Jesus. However, not as many Christians are critical readers as would be desirable. We get people praying, sincerely, believing it a good thing to ask for, that they would decrease, that Christ would increase in them. We get silly songs that have a whole c

One Thousand Gifts-Week 41

We remembered Nicholas the Bishop of Myra this weekend. A man who so loved and found joy in secretly giving to the poor that after he died those who followed his example and gave in secret claimed it was he who was the giver. How appropriate then that this year the day to remember him falls during the love week of advent. Inspired by Beck's account of keeping this feast day from years past we did it as well this year in the way that works for us.  Our adopted daughter Hannah was able to come for the night and she studied while the kids and I baked molasses cookies and made apple cider. We wrapped the gifts the children purchased to give to Jesus for his birthday this year the night before and I told them about St. Nicholas, the real story. I put a little something in their shoes the next day, only to ruin it entirely for the Girl because I couldn't pretend it was anyone other than I who had filled the shoe she left on the outside step. "But mommy." she asked as

Learning to be Content

One of the hardest things about the past month was dealing, not only with the loss of a baby, but with the truth that we aren't going to try and have another one again any time soon. That was perhaps much harder than the initial loss. Yet, as Aaron reminded me every time I went off on a tangent, forgetting our reasons, we have very good reasons. (Those lilies above came home with him one night after such a conversation.) As it stands right now, I do most of the work for The Charis Project. Aaron can't do it all and work long physically demanding hours to support us at the same time. Though he does do a lot. We have to assume that another pregnancy would be as debilitating as all of the previous ones have been, which means I am barely able to function for several months. We can't afford for me to take a leave of absence right now. At least 35 kids are depending on us right now. If I stop working they go hungry. It's that simple. How selfish would it be then to cho


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