Friday, November 19, 2010

Ode to the Floater

Dearest Floater, in my cup
You are a nasty thing.
You came from someone else's mouth
and in my drink you're floating.

You look a bit like flotsam,
And maybe jetsam too.
Sometimes you're bits of peanut butter toast,
Or cheese, or fruit or stew.

When little babies want a sip
Of mommy's yummy drink,
We softer mommies cannot help
But give in, with a wink.

Because we know that learning mouths
To the beverage are returning
that which they tried hard to imbibe,
And thus, leave floaters churning.

Perhaps because these floating bits
Come from my darling girl,
they do become less offensive
when in my drink they swirl.

I see now standards for my fare
and for my drink do lower.
For only when from my sweet babes mouth
would I ever drink a floater.


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

What Is It About Tears?

I've been a crier all my life. I cry easily and with gusto. I embrace my tears. I embrace most of my emotions, for that matter. Nobody ever accuses me of stuffing my feelings. Sometimes, it is to my detriment...as I often tell Annie, "You must use self-control!" Yet there's something so refreshing about a good cry, like the crying that accompanies the ache rising irrepressibly in your throat and leaves your limbs filled with warmth and flows unstoppably from your tear ducts. Well, I had one of those on Sunday. And again today. And I tell you, when words will not do, when feelings rise to overflowing, when joy and fear and sorrow and longing and regretting all mingle together at once and fill your heart to bursting, sometimes, tears are all that will suffice to say what you are feeling. Pure, honest, simple, uncontrollable tears. So make no apologies for your tears! Be not embarrassed at the raw vulnerability that stands there naked as they fall. Simply say, "My cup runs over. What else can I do?"

While we are the only animal on earth that certainly sheds emotional tears, some animals have been said to cry from grief or pain. Elephants, for example, "which are sensitive and highly intelligent animals with a [sophisticated] social structure have been observed crying." In fact, the keepers of the Indian elephants at the London zoo maintain that the animals shed "tears from sorrow." (here) I think I am going to get along well with the Indian elephants.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Halloween 2010

Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong wait and see...
Someday we'll find it,
The rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.


Friday, November 12, 2010

Pumpkin Patch II: With BaBa, Iversons & Nolls

















Pumpkin Patch I: With the McDougalls










Streams in the Desert

The colored sunsets and starry heavens, the beautiful mountains and the shining seas, the fragrant woods and painted flowers, are not half so beautiful as a soul that is serving Jesus out of love, in the wear and tear of common, unpoetic life.
---Faber

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Eavesdropping

This is my dear and very loved father-in-law, Dan.
He is wonderful.
We call him JiJi, because in Japanese, Grandpa is Ojisan.

This is Barney, the singing dinosaur.
He is annoying, but also wonderful for other things, like entertaining a two year old while you get some laundry done, or just brush your teeth, whichever feels more urgent.

With that in mind, Annie and I were watching Barney sing Mother Goose Rhymes yesterday:

Annie: [insert shocked and audible gasp, as though realizing this for the first time...] Mommy!! Barney don't have any hair just like JiJi!!

JiJi, we love you. You are nothing like Barney. Although you do have quite a following...


*Did I mention I got this idea from my sister-in-law sara-beth. (That's a lot of hyphens...) Anyway, I LOVE when she does these posts--she calls them "overheard at my house"--and they're fast and they're usually precious or funny and a good way to keep up with the blog without feeling enslaved by it. Thanks SB...for letting me steal your good idea. Even though I never asked if I could. I just stole it. I love you!


Wednesday, November 03, 2010

The Country of Marriage

"Laugh. Be joyful. Though you have considered all facts...Practice resurrection."
--Wendell Berry

And if you have time, please read The Country of Marriage


Eavesdropping

Car Radio (quietly): "Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, well that's alright because I like the way it hurts..."
Annie: Mommy who is singing?
Mommy: Annie, that's Rihanna
Annie: Brianna?
Mommy: No...REE-AHNN-AH. She's a famous singer.
Annie: Oh, Rihanna.
Car Radio: "I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like. And right now, it's a steel knife through my windpipe..."
Annie: Mommy, now who is singing?
Mommy: That's Eminem.
Annie: Like M&Ms!? Mommy! Can we have some M&Ms?!
Mommy: Kind of. And no, I don't have any M&Ms.
Annie: Mommy, he is angry? He is bad?
Mommy: Lets listen to Hallelujah Raiser instead, okay?

FYI: While definitely NOT age appropriate for my children, a powerful commentary on domestic violence, nonetheless. Go Marshall Mathers.

Yes Yes Yes

The truth about mothering in our darkest hour. My friend Jen tells it like it is here and I cannot tell you how it ministered to my soul this morning after a day of feeling darkly discouraged and painfully failing on my own mothering journey. Thank you, Jen.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Eavesdropping

Daddy: Annie! When you want to do something naughty, you have to say "NO!" to Satan!
Mommy: Yeah! Say "No Satan! And then kick his booty!"
Annie: Mommy! Satan note have a booty! Satan is a snake!