Random thoughts from a pastor turned stay-at-home mom now living in the Intermountain west

Thursday, December 27, 2007

C. discovers chocolate



It was a hershey's kiss that fell on the floor and she found.

Not sure how she got the wrapper off....

Based on how much was on her face, hands, shirt, jeans, and the floor, I think she actually got about half of it into her stomach.

And just for comparison, here is M. eating chocolate for the first time. It was a small chocolate bunny at Easter.
M. was about 5-6 months older than C. is now - and neater. Didn't she have a darling Easter dress? Toddlers are so cute -

Oh, and if you look closely at the picture of C., you will see the evidence of her latest big fall on her forehead - she tipped a rocking chair over backwards today and hit her head on the coffee table going down. So now we have a nice bruise just in time for Grandma H., (my mil) to arrive tomorrow......

Hope all have had a good Christmas. I've been chasing little ones and had little time to blog...but it's been a pretty good week.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

what a difference a few years makes....

I have been thinking a lot recently about how Christmas has changed for us over the last five years. Five years ago Christmas, we were in the middle of trying to get pregnant with M. I was so upset that I wasn't pregnant yet - I could not wait to have a child. Looking back, it was such a short wait for us. We were lucky (really lucky, as I have a pretty strong family history of infertility issues) it was only 5 months of trying until we were pregnant - but I remember that December was so awful. And I was a mess....
A year later, M. was almost 2 months old at Christmas. I was on my 3 month maternity leave. My parents and my brother came to our place for Christmas Eve and Day. I remember us opening presents - and M. had more than anyone else. We only got her 1 toy from Santa - she didn't need a thing - but between family and church members and such, she had a huge pile of gifts that we all opened for her. I have a wonderful picture of that Christmas of my parents and brother sitting on the couch in our (old) living room holding M. - that was our last Christmas before my parents separated. Looking back, it is bittersweet.
The next year, my parents were separated and we drove up to the city where they live after Christmas to see them. It was the first time we visited my mom in her new apartment, and I remember walking in the door and practically running to the bathroom and locking myself in and just bawling. My parents' separation and eventual divorce hit me like a ton of bricks. And yet that was a really fun Christmas - M. was a toddler and so sweet about opening presents and just found joy in everything. This was also the year of 12 inches of snow on December 23 and another 14 on Christmas Eve. We canceled Christmas Eve services because of the weather and bitter, bitter cold and W. made a good start on earning sainthood by shoveling my car out of our driveway, which was off an alley that also had to be shoveled out, so we could get to see my parents.
The next year was our last before moving out here. We again went to see my parents after Christmas. This year was easier for me emotionally. We had a good time with my dad's family at his house. I remember specifically my cousin's husband, who is a PCA pastor, telling us we probably wouldn't like to live in Utah because of the LDS environment. He had a friend who lived in Salt Lake doing ministry for 2 years and his friend hated it. It's interesting to see the difference one's theology and worldview make - we really like it here, but we're not convinced we have to convert the state to be successful - which is the ministry model this cousin and his friend share. (far too much stress for me, but that's another post) This was also a really fun Christmas with M. - at 2 she was even more excited about giving gifts and had fun playing with her second cousins at Grandpa's house.
Last year, we had our first Christmas in Utah. I was pregnant with C., and getting really tired of people asking if I thought I would make it to my due date. (I am 5'4", W. is 6'4". I am short-waisted, and our babies are tall. They have no where to go but out - and so I got really big bellies both times. This is just how it is, and the constant questioning from people who should have just kept their mouths shut really got to me. Can you tell?) M. was old enough to really help with some baking and wrapping and such, which was fun. I felt mentally frazzled trying to get ready for a baby and for Christmas at the same time. And it was hard to be so far from family and not see any of my family for Christmas. W's mom came out 2 days after Christmas to visit, though, so we did get to see some family.
This year, I am thankful that C. has not yet started pulling ornaments off the tree. (we put the tree up on Friday) She is into everything these days. I am looking forward to Christmas morning - watching the girls open presents will be fun. I am sad that none of my family can be here - but, we can't really travel to them easily either. And my mil is coming again right after Christmas. And my mom is coming in January (to house-hunt - she is moving here in February/March - again, another post) And I am feeling more settled.
And, I am passing on baby stuff. The majority of the baby stuff we have is stuff we were given. We are pretty sure we are done with babies, and our church is buying Christmas presents for about 10 moms and their kids at a meth recovery group home - and 3 of those kids are babies who have very, very little. And so, in between finishing up shopping and wrapping and mailing cards this week, I am sorting baby clothes and such - giving thanks for my babies, remembering the Baby of the season, thinking of those waiting for their own babies, and praying for all those babies who have so little in this world, and feeling a chapter of my life closing. Joy, hope, love, peace - my Christmas will have all of those. And I pray, and I fold little outfits and bag them up, that they will bring the same to the moms and babies who receive.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Conversations at our house this morning

Just because it's funny looking back.....

Me: M., do you want pancakes for breakfast?

M: No, Mommy. Pancakes are messy. I want something else.

Me: Okay, what do you want?

M: Cream of Wheat. It's not messy. (not entirely true, as she is apt to spill down her shirt as she eats, but I'm willing to indulge this wish...)

Me: Okay. Let's go get it out.

M: Mommy, I want to get the box out of the cupboard. I can do it.

Me: Okay. (I am not about to stop someone being independent and helpful)

M: Here Mommy. Oops.

(At this point I look down at the floor where about 3/4 cup of dry cream of wheat has spilled out to the box - it looks like a little indoor snowstorm or something)

Me: M, we have to remember not to tip the box because it will spill. Let's get the vacuum out. (I am calm because I actually got a good night's sleep last night - makes all the difference in the world in my level of patience with stuff like this.)

M: Oh. Okay.

(I get out the vacuum, we clean up the mess. I start cooking the cream of wheat and put the box back. I stir the cream of wheat on the stove and then turn to look down at C., who has decided that she wants to get things out of the cabinet too. She is trying to chew through a wrapper around some crackers, and has spilled guess what - more cream of wheat on the floor.)

Me: time for the vacuum again.

(W. walks into the kitchen and looks around)

W: Girls are messy. Everyone talks about boys being messy, but girls are messy.

Me: The two are not mutually exclusive, you know.

W: (chuckles and leaves to walk the dog)

We are going to try to get the tree up and decorated today. If we're all still in a good mood after that, we're going to go downtown on the train and see the lights. M and C love, love, love to ride the train, so that in itself is a treat. Hope you all are having fun. Oh, and the cream of wheat was pretty yummy.....

Thursday, December 13, 2007

27 words for snow

I remember hearing somewhere that the Inuit language (I think that's right) has 27 words for snow. I may have the number wrong, but it is close. I now understand why. We have had snow almost daily since last Friday night. There has been heavy snowfall, light snowfall, big fluffy flakes, little flakes that looked almost like someone had spraypainted them on everything, and more. We got more flurries tonight. Snow, snow, snow. And while it's beautiful, bundling up 2 little girls to the hilt every time we leave the house and continually scraping off the car is starting to get a bit old. Oh well, last July I was complaining about it being over 100 for seemingly weeks on end. At least we have variety here....

Thursday, November 22, 2007

C's new tricks

We have a climber. Some shots from the last 24 hours.....

First, it was just fun to climb up on her sister's chair. She would sit there on her knees and laugh and smile. Cute, right? (Until she stands up and my heart stops beating for a second...)
Then she figured out how to go from the chair to the coffee table. The keyboard is an old one that stopped working, so we cut the cord off and made it M's when M was about 2 or so. C. now loves to "type" on it....

Looking to see if she has an audience. And waiting for Mom or Dad to come get her down.
Finally, this isn't the best picture, but didn't these shoes for C. turn out cute? I made them yesterday and I think they turned out pretty neat. They are made of a rosy-pink wool felt...to keep her toes nice and warm this winter - or at least until she outgrows them!

ETA - a link to the pattern I found for the shoes - in case anyone reading wants to make a pair. They aren't hard to sew, and I used gripper fabric (think what's on the soles of kids footie pajamas) for the sole, to make them non-slip, instead of leather.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Catching Up

Much has been going on - not all bloggable. As of last Thursday, the session at W's church officially voted to ask me to serve as a parish associate there - so I am looking forward to getting into that more in January. I'll be working with children's and adult's c.e. first - helping to bring some order and planning to those programs that currently have none. Should be good.
On the parish associate note, W. has been teaching an adult Sunday School class this fall using the book Journey Through the Word. Those who have been in the class said last Sunday they want to keep going in January and study the socio-political context of the first century - the background of the New Testament. Anyone know of any not too academic resources for this study? We're looking for a book they can read and discuss together with limited help from W. or me as we both have other responsibilities on Sunday morning. All suggestions are welcome.
Presbytery council has hired the person I thought/hoped they would for the temporary executive. I think this will be good - she will do a good job. I'm still considering whether I'd be interested in the permanent position in another 2 years or so - we shall see.
Finally, some recent pictures........This is M. making playdough...our living room rug may never recover, but that's okay....

M. working on her website - we love starfall.com - a great site that teaches a phonics-based reading program and is intuitive enough for kids to do on their own.

Our turkey cookies - M. saw the Pi!lsbury ad with a picture for these in it and wanted to make them - she was quite proud of how they turned out.


And last but not least, my family cooking dinner. W. made grilled ham and cheese sandwiches tonight. M. buttered the bread (and licked the butter knife). C. tried to climb the stool again and get underfoot. The sandwiches were quite good. I think the picture is even better.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Yogurt for dinner

So, one of C.'s favorite foods is yogurt - plain, whole milk yogurt (babies need fat in their diet the first two years for optimal brain development, so no low-fat stuff - and I try really hard to avoid artificial flavors before about 18 months, so plain it is....) She loves this stuff - and also loves trying to feed herself with the spoon. So, we usually use at least 2 spoons - one for her and one for me. Until she grabs both.....




She spent a good 10 minutes or so waving those spoons around, laughing and talking to us, and smearing yogurt all over. Yogurt is fun to fingerpaint with, did you know that? And fingerpainting is good for all sorts of things like developing fine motor skills and creativity and such - so this is really educational.....and fun for mom to clean up......

10 Things about me....

So, More Cows tagged me for this almost a week ago, and I'm finally getting around to typing up my list to post. So, here goes....

10 Random Things about me....

1. In the last year and a half, as I've adjusted to being a stay-at-home mom, I have rediscovered a love of sewing. I now have a sewing machine that does more than I understand how to do (it's a Babylock - and I would highly recommend the brand if you're looking...) and have made a number of things, from Halloween costumes to pants and turtlenecks for M., to matching sundresses for M. and C. last summer.
2. Echoing More Cows and Jon, I also have double-jointed fingers, and yes, I've had them lock in weird ways during both communion and benedictions.
3. I did college in 3 years and seminary in 4 - reversing the standard timetables. My seminary experience was definitely good - I spent the 4th year doing a full-time internship that changed my ideas about what sort of ministry I was called to in very helpful ways. Not sure if doing college in 3 years was all for the best, but what's done is done.....
4. My living room rug has small bits of various colored playdough dried onto it. I'm still trying to figure out if I should put lots of energy into getting these up, or just budget to buy a new rug when M. and C. outgrow the playdough age.
5. I don't really enjoy exercise, but have found I feel much better and have much more patience when I exercise regularly - so I try to do it anyway.
6. I really love being home with my girls full-time - even though I am regularly exhausted emotionally and physically and I never get to really "leave work" I wouldn't trade these years for anything. And I'm grateful that I'm both a mother and staying at home because I chose this - unlike many women I've met who have had these experiences but didn't choose them freely.
7. I love to cook as well, and especially with my 4 year old M. - who expresses sheer delight and amazement at the processes of cooking and baking - making the whole experience much more fun.
8. I have a terrible sweet tooth - the amount of Halloween candy I've consumed in the last week is shameful.
9. I wasn't too fond of dogs growing up until I met W.'s family's dog, Mugsy, a German Shephard/husky mix who was the best and friendliest dog on the planet, unless you happened to be driving a UPS truck. Mugsy won my heart, and W's and my first "furbaby" was our dog Micah. We also have 3 cats - all of whom I also love.
10. I am seriously considering homeschooling my daughters for a number of reasons which I should blog about in the future, including a belief that human beings should not be mass produced, a concern about both the quality and social environment of the public schools, and a growing realization that M. at least is quite gifted and unlikely to fit in well to a traditional classroom environment. The more I consider this as time goes by, the less it scares me. I continue to have mixed views about homeschooling in general - but it may be the best thing for my kiddos - and I am a true momma bear about my kiddos - I would do just about anything for them and I will growl quite loudly at anyone who is after them.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Pictures

It's late, so I'm just going to try to post some pictures from the day. Enjoy!

Opening presents - I love the expression on M's face.
With her cake....purple is her favorite color, can you tell???

She didn't really pull C. out of the newspapers - C. was standing next to the basket holding on to the handle and proclaiming something loudly and the next thing I knew she was sitting in the basket, holding the handle and still proclaiming something loudly. So I had M. sit next to her so I could get a picture, and just as I took it, C. made a break for freedom. M. was trying to stop her, but it takes a bit to stop C......

I love, love, love this smile - I'm so glad I finally caught it on camera....

One of M's presents was a new purple backpack that came with a toy phone, lipstick, nail polish, etc. So she spent all afternoon and evening talking on her new phone and carrying her backpack around, getting things out and playing with them and putting them back in. At one point, I saw her sitting on the couch, pretending to paint her nails, while carrying on a long conversation on her phone, and was hit with 2 simultaneous realizations - 1. my baby is really growing up, 1. God help us when she's old enough to want a real cell phone for herself.

Party's over....

So, M.'s friends have left and the clean-up is about done. The girls had lots of fun.....at one point, as they were all giggling and talking all at the same time, W. looked at me and said, "there is way too much estrogen in this house right now." Poor guy, he's outnumbered normally....and with 4 extra girls, well, it was crazy. But fun....pictures to follow...a nap comes first.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Time to party

So, M. turns 4 on Tuesday. Time flies, doesn't it - but that's another post. So, she is having her birthday party tomorrow morning. She has invited 5 friends to come - 1 is out of town this weekend, so there will be 5 little girls here for 2 hours in the morning. We are having a tea party - M. is quite excited. Today I cleaned house and we iced her cake (baked yesterday - and I remembered to grease the pan this time, so no sticking.....) and made little sandwiches for lunch. It should be a fun time....I will try to post pictures of it soon.
And now, to bed for me - must be rested for the princesses.... :)

Saturday, October 13, 2007

The sound of silence.....

The rest of the family, including all the animals, is asleep for a Saturday afternoon nap, so I might be able to catch up on stuff I've wanted to blog about. I've been sick this week - bronchitis - which, since it causes my asthma to kick in, is really no fun. Mommy gets very grouchy when she can't breathe well. And tired. So, I'm on day 4 of antibiotics and feeling much better. Other thoughts/updates:
  • The LDS Church had their semi-annual General Conference last weekend. Two times a year the bigwigs all give a series of lectures over a weekend. Lots of folks here go downtown to hear them live - and they are simu-cast to LDS churches around the globe. Anyway, there was an article in the Salt Lake Tribune last Saturday about the first presidency of the Relief Society. For those who live outside Mormon-land, the Relief Society is the women's association of the LDS. The first presidency is the top 3 leaders of said association. I have lots of thoughts about the Relief Society, but the article last weekend made me want to scream. These 3 women were asked to give up their jobs and lives basically for 5 years (one left a husband who is serving overseas in LDS mission to come back to Salt Lake to serve, another left a fairly high-power corporate job) And they are not paid. Let me repeat that - they are asked to serve the church full-time for 5 years and are not paid. Not a dime. Now, you may know that the LDS pride themselves on not having paid clergy (don't get me started on that). But, all of the leadership hierarchy who work in Salt Lake at headquarters get a "modest support stipend." The actual amounts are not published (none of the LDS church's financial information is published for review, another soapbox I will avoid for the moment), but the "prophet" of the church happens to live in a $1.2 million condo in downtown Salt Lake City. That is public knowledge because the city council voted to allow the church to not pay taxes on, as it is church-owned property. If that's where he lives, I kind of doubt that he's paid a stipend that I would consider modest. And the women aren't paid......yet another reason I would be a lousy mormon woman.
  • There are so many things about M. and C. that I want to remember. C. loves, loves, loves to crawl into the kitchen and over to the dog's food and water bowls to play. Such play is not sanctioned by the Mommy-of-the-house, so I will say to her in a firm voice, "No, C. - not yours" and she responds by laughing at me. Real concerned about obeying authority, that one is......And when she starts to get hungry and I sit down with her to feed her, she will grin and clap her hands and get so excited.....And the way she loves to pet the animals - she also laughs exuberantly when they brush their tails in her face - and they are pretty patient with her. M. is so free from inhibitions at this age. I just love that - watching her run with wild abandon down the sidewalk on our evening walks, singing at the top of her lungs. She also loses herself in imaginative play, making up whole elaborate scenes and stories. (Heaven forbid that we don't make sure her baby gets into the car or something - she gets very upset if one is left behind, and many of them are imaginary - not dolls - which makes it hard for Mommy to see them.) Look out world, here comes M. - and I'm not sure the world is quite ready yet....
  • We all survived W. being gone for 2 nights at a conference this week. He had to go to a conference in Jackson Hole, WY - poor thing. (ha, ha, ha) I was a little worried, because the day he left (Wednesday) was the day I found out I had bronchitis and my blood oxygen saturation was down to 94% (normal is 99-100%) at the doctor's office. I was tired and worried how I would deal by myself with 2 kiddos for 3 days. But, a good night's sleep and antibiotics and breathing treatments got me back to able to cope pretty well, and we had a good couple of "girls days." It is good to have W. back, though. He got home after the girls were asleep last night, and when C. woke up this morning and saw him she started giggling and crawled over to him - it was really cute.
  • One of my grandfather's many favorite sayings was, "off and moving like a herd of turtles in a cloud of dust." I've started saying that when headed out the door with the girls - it aptly describes the pace at which we move most days. M. has started saying it too, but she says, "off and moving like a herd of dust and a cloud of turtles!" with great exuberance, usually while jumping up and down the length of the porch.
Well, in the middle of this post, everyone woke up, we had dinner, walked the dog, gave the girls baths and washed their hair, and put them to bed. Now it's time for me to do the same....

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Free Burma!


Free Burma!


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As More Cows said, O for a world....
O for a world, indeed.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Water, water, everywhere (almost)

Both of the girls decided that yesterday was a good time to experiment with water, and the whole series of events is one that makes you either laugh or cry as a mom - so, in the hope of laughing myself and perhaps sharing one with you, the story.....
So, I was doing some work on my computer yesterday when M. came up to me and asked if she could drink the water that was in the water bottle she was holding. Not knowing when the water bottle in question had been opened, I told her she should rinse it out and then put fresh water in and she could drink that. S0, she sets off to the bathroom to do this. A few minutes later, she comes running out saying, with a good bit of urgency in her voice, "Mommy, mommy, I needs help!" So, I grab C. and start towards the bathroom and I realize that I hear the sound of water spraying against something. Sort of like the sound of the shower running. I start to wonder why in the world M. would have tried to rinse out a water bottle in the shower as I look in the bathroom to see that (thankfully, I think) the shower is off. I turn to look at the sink. The water bottle in question is sitting in the sink, where it just barely fits under the faucet. The bottle is full. The water is on....and now spraying out all over the bathroom. The counter-top, floor, walls, all are wet. I turn off the water and ask M., as calmly as possible, "what happened, M?" Her answer, "I got scared, Mommy, because the water got loud, so I came to get you." I have to say, I find her unwavering belief in my ability to fix anything that is wrong charming. I know it won't last, so I try to enjoy it while it does. However, the practical side of me really enjoys the fact that she is growing up and learning to fix a few things by herself.
Fortunately, we have towels. Lots of towels. Many of which were used to clean up the water that is now all over the bathroom.
Part two.... I am getting M. ready for bed. C. has decided she is not sleepy and so is playing on the floor of our bedroom, where I can see her as I help M. get her pj's on and such in the bathroom. All of a sudden, I hear what sounds unmistakably like water splashing....on the floor of my bedroom. I look, and C. has found the bottle from earlier, that M. for some reason put in there, and found that the lid was not on tight. So she could shake it around and spray water all over the floor. What fun! She was very proud of herself. I sighed. And went to get more towels. And reminded myself that I am really lucky to be the mom of 2 beautiful girls and I shouldn't scream (not too loud anyway). And I want them to explore and learn about the world. Really, I do.....and we all have to learn to clean up messes at some point.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Sick kiddo

M. is sick, poor thing. She was very tired and listless at presbytery (and yes, she would rather go with us to presbytery and play in the nursery at the church than stay home with someone else....she's a weird one, my kid.) and so we left early. Then she threw up in the car. I felt so bad for her - it was cold out and we stopped to change her and clean up her carseat as best we could (thank God for washable carseat covers, by the way. Hers is in the dryer right now) and she got so cold from the wind going in and out....Having a sick kid just breaks my heart. She slept most of the rest of the way home (it was almost a 3 hour drive and she threw up about an hour into it) and then seemed much perkier and more like her usual, talkative, ornery self. But then after her bath tonight, as I was helping her into her pajamas, her stomach hurt again and she started crying because she didn't want to throw up again. Which she didn't, thank goodness, but I still feel so bad for her. I'm hoping it's just exhaustion or a 24 hour bug.....and that C. doesn't get it. (which would be a small miracle, but I can dream, right?)
Of course, this would have to happen on the first Saturday in 6 weeks or so that I am preaching the next day. So, we have called in reinforcements in the form of one of the girls "adopted grandparents" to sit with her while Mommy and Daddy both preach in the morning. I should mention that M. has a wonderful track record for getting sick on Saturdays - (or during or right before Holy Week) - this is seriously one reason I wanted us to move to only one of us being in parish ministry at this time - having to get someone else to stay with a sick kid so you can work is just not fun.
I also wanted to thank everyone who commented about C's fall. She has had just the faintest bruise on her forehead this week - most people don't see it unless I point it out. I think it is just her personality - she is ready to just go, go, go - and has been forever. She was much more active in utero than M. - and I remember clearly setting her up on her boppy when she was all of a month old, so she could watch us move around the room, and she would strain her stomach muscles trying to sit up. She just wants to go and do and be active - and she will probably have a few good bumps along the way. But, this is who she is. I want to keep her safe, don't get me wrong, but I also don't want to stop her from exploring, from being who she is. M. was and is much more contemplative - she wants to consider and understand before she does something, especially anything physical. Not C. - this one will try and fall and try and bump and try again. I think she will turn out more like W. - very athletic and such - not like her mom. So, it's tightrope walking of a sort - keep her safe but let her go explore - and not feel too guilty about the bumps and bruises that come. She will learn (eventually!). Parenting really does teach you so much - about yourself, about your partner, about your family - it's quite a ride.
Well, I must go look over my sermon for tomorrow. I would post it, but haven't written a manuscript for this one and my notes probably don't make much sense to anyone but me. So, until next time...

The white stuff is here.....



The second picture you can see it better. This is the grass in our backyard today. After we got home from a judicatory meeting in Preston, Idaho. It is still September, right? And we have snow. Not much, admittedly. We had 8 inches at a shot several times last winter, but.....snow....in September......

I have more to post in response to my last post and your comments, but C. is about to pull her sister's dinner onto the floor, so I must go...

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Bumps, brusies, rattles and rolls

C. fell in church this morning and hit her head on the corner of a pew. Nice dark bruise right down the center of her forehead - right between the eyes, poor thing. She has 4 teeth now - still coming in some but visible - and now this. She will live, and so will I, I think.....The whole thing got me thinking about parenting. C. would not have fallen and hurt herself if I had been holding her - but she was in an active mood and wanted to get down and move some. So I let her. I don't let her crawl all over the sanctuary, but I think it's okay for her to get down on the floor and move around a bit. So we were singing a hymn and she crawled over and pulled up on the end of the pew where I was sitting. I looked at her and smiled, she smiled at me and turned to go back to crawling around - and didn't take into account the pew in front of us, which she went straight into when she went to start crawling. I'm trying not to feel too guilty - it's that dance though. That back and forth between not holding your kid back, not clinging, and at the same time keeping enough boundaries, enough limits to keep them safe. C. has been through such a separation anxiety phase recently that I am even happier to see her crawling around and happy - she feels comfortable at church to the point she can leave me and come right back and be fine. This is good - I don't want to discourage it. But, when you let your kid crawl (or walk or drive) away, you risk them getting hurt - and as a mom, there's nothing worse than a hurt kid (okay, maybe a sick kid who just puked on you, but that's another post...) I think I am making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be, so I will move on now....Parenting - with awareness anyway - is harder than it looks....
It has been raining a lot this weekend. Real rain - not Utah rain (where it spits for 3 minutes and is gone). It's raining now. It rained almost all day yesterday. Living in the desert, we don't get much rain, and I miss it.
I got to celebrate communion at the presbytery-wide PW fall gathering yesterday. It's the first time I remember celebrating communion in a group of all women. I have many experiences of worshipping in a community of women - but I am not remembering any since ordination that I celebrated communion for. It is a powerful experience - one I am grateful for. I felt the service I put together was a bit disjointed, but all the women who talked to me after the service said how wonderful it was, so I am taking that affirmation and moving forward.
And it's now almost 11:15 and I need to go start laundry....so I will close for now.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Early Discernment

So, in the last few weeks the head of the judicatory here has resigned to go elsewhere. So there is a meeting next Saturday where we will be asked to approve a job description for a "transitional presbyter" - this is not the hard part for me. The job description is actually very well written, clear, and I think helpful in moving us forward as a gathering of churches - the biggest assignment being to meet with all pastors and church governing boards to gather information and cast a vision for future structure and mission in our judicatory. This position is clearly defined as having a 12 month term.
So - where the discernment? No where yet, really. But I am wondering about the permanent position that will follow this transitional one. When we came here, it was with the knowledge that I might not work for some time - not in the regular called sense of it anyway. I prepared myself to be a mom, to preach on occasion, and I am happy with that. For now. But, now I am starting to wonder - am I called to leadership outside the congregational level? Could I be an executive and be content? Is this what God has planned for me to do? In many ways it would make sense - especially when it comes to hours and scheduling (the real downfall to a clergy couple with young children in my experience). I am just wondering. Those of you who know me in real life - any thoughts?
I should add that I know unofficially that there is a pastor who will probably take the transitional position and be very good at it. Don't want to say more, as I'm not supposed to really know - but I feel no need to apply for the transitional piece. But in 16 months C. will be 2 - the earliest I really thought I would work again - I am wondering.
Hope this makes some sense to someone - it is late and C. is cutting her upper two middle teeth - which means little sleep for mom this week.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Fun with Cheerios

So C. ate Cheerios for the first time last Saturday. "Ate" is a generous word here - Micah, our dog, was quite happy though. She was so funny with them that I had to document it with photos....so here they are - cheap thrills from a mom's life.....Aren't those chubby cheeks great? And her hair shifts from blonde to light brown to almost red depending on the light - I am interested to see how it changes (or doesn't) as she grows. It also appears she is left handed. Of course, we thought M. was left handed for a long time to, but she is most definitely not, so we will see.

And in keeping with the random part of my job description, I have a question for you all: Why is it that when a pastor is an incompetent idiot and runs a church into the ground and they can't make the budget, the associate is the one who is forced to leave? No more details yet, as it's not officially out in the open - just makes me mad as hell.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Purple Shirted Sleepyheads


Today was a pajama day - we were late to bed last night after a visit to the State Fair. Which seemed very small to W. and I compared to the states we grew up in (Indiana and North Carolina). But M. had a blast. She got to pet goats and sheep, see cows, ride a pony, work on a farm (a really neat exhibit to explain to kids where their food comes from) and ride a helicopter ride on the midway. And eat almost all of a foot-long hot dog for dinner and dippin dots ice cream for dessert. Living the high life of a 3 year old, I tell you. But this made us all quite sleepy today - hence the pajama day and 3 girls snuggle nap this afternoon. W. got a picture of her on the pony that I will try to get and post later....C. spent half the time asleep in my wrap - but that's the high life of an 8 month old, I guess.
Happy Thursday!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Children's books

One of the really fun parts of being a mom for me is getting to read children's books on a daily basis. There are some I could repeat for you word for word now, having read them so many times, but M. also enjoys getting new ones from the library, where we go often. She picked out one today that I had never seen before called Whaddaymean. It's a great book about kids who walk around the world with God, who is disappointed in what has happened to the creation (pollution, wars, poverty, etc.) and tells the kids they must go and tell the grown-ups to change. I'm not sure M. got the whole depth of the message (she is only 3 after all - a very smart 3, but 3 none the less) but she enjoyed it and we'll read it several more times before we have to return it.
Another great book that she (M.) pulled off her shelf before bedtime last night is one called The Other Dog. It is one by Madeleine L'Engle that I had never heard of before someone gave it to M. as a big sister gift after C. was born. This is the story of L'Engle's first child entering the family told from the point of view of her dog. It is really cute and a great one for big siblings about the funny things babies do. And also great for expectant parents with a pampered pet at home - I seriously think Micah thought much of this book about M. when she was tiny.
There are other children's books that I really like - I'll try to remember to list more in the future.

Monday, September 10, 2007

C's appointment - quick update

Her eyes are fine. I mentioned in an earlier post that she sometimes appears cross-eyed and I was taking her to see a pediatric ophthalmologist today. The appointment went fine, and her eyes are perfectly straight. The Dr. said it is an optical illusion because the bridge of her nose is so wide and flat. So, that is good news. She is now home and happily crawling around the kitchen looking for things to get into. I should go supervise.....

Sunday, September 9, 2007

vent

I really should be in listening to W's sermon right now, but C. is fussy and gets really upset if I leave her in the nursery for very long, so I'm in W's office typing this. I am so mad I could spit, to borrow a phrase from my grandmother. Today is the first day of fall Sunday School. I dropped M. off in her class and told her and her teacher I would be back to pick her up for worship. I had some things to do here during Sunday School (I know I should be going to Sunday School myself, that's coming later...) I was talking with our nursery person when I realized, oops! Sunday School was over 2 minutes ago. I say goodbye and walk down to M's Sunday School room. No one is there. The lights are off and the door is shut. I look around. No M. I ask some of the other adults who are standing around talking. No one has seen M. I and about 5 other people (including W. who is in his robe ready to start church in 10 minutes) are looking frantically around the building for her. Where is she? I should state that M. has never run off - she normally sticks to one of us or the adult we leave her with like glue. She does not just disappear. Finally I find one of her Sunday School teachers who says, "Oh, have you seen N. (another teacher)? She was going to take M. into church and find you." Sure enough, I go into the sanctuary for the 2nd time looking and there is M., sitting next to N. and her daughter, looking very quiet. I told N. in no uncertain terms that I needed one of the teachers to wait in the Sunday School room for me to come pick up M. each week and that I had been frantic trying to figure out where she had gone. She apologized and said, "but she was right here with me. J. (the teacher I finally found who said M. was with N.) was supposed to tell you." I am so mad. I was practically shaking to keep from shouting at these women, who are now acting like "we were just trying to help." It makes me even more frustrated because I have spent the last year evidently talking to a wall when I have said over and over again that parents need to pick their children up after Sunday School and Children's Church, that it is not safe for the kids to just leave and find mom and dad somewhere, that it is far too easy if we just let them out at the end of class for someone to get lost. And today, all my dire warnings that these women have brushed off for the last year came true - and it was my kid who was lost. And scared, although they don't know her well enough to see it. I was able to talk to M. for a minute before church started to say that I was sorry I wasn't there to get her and sorry if she was scared and to tell her I'm not mad at her (she's 3 years old and was doing what someone in authority told her to - it's not her fault. The adults are the ones who messed up big time.) She looked relieved and gave me a hug, but it still makes me so mad. And I feel bad, because I know that we have spent years, literally, working on getting her to separate from me easily and be confident that I will be back as I told her I would. This is an on-going issue for M. - the fear of mom not coming back - and I am afraid we've been set back months now. GGGGGRRRRRRR!
Okay, I feel better now that is off my chest. Should head back to church......

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Welcome to Utah....

This goes with a groan. The "lost boys" are not new news here in Utah, but they probably are in the rest of the world. They are from a fundamentalist polygamous sect in southern Utah/northern Arizona whose "prophet" is currently on trial on charges of being an accomplice to rape for marrying underage girls (some as young as 13-14 years old) to older men. This article in the New York Times tells some of the background on the FLDS. It is a scary world we live in.
I should add that this article correctly states that the Mormon church of Romney that you all have heard so much about has abandoned polygamy. This is only true in this life. They still believe and teach that faithful men will have multiple wives in heaven and get to become gods of their own worlds. They also believe that Adam is God. I kid you not.

Fall...and football is in the air

C. and I just got home from the Utah football game. We left 1/2 way through the 2nd quarter, after I spent most of the 1st quarter walking her up and down the concourse. C. is a bit too young for D-1 football, me thinks. W. and M. are still there - the game is now in the 4th quarter. They are going to ride Trax (the train) to the station closest to our house and then we will go pick them up. It is so nice to live someplace where public transportation not only exists, but is a practical means of transportation.
I have to say that today's game was a bit overwhelming for me, too. When I was in college, I remember going to the football games to watch the band perform (they wore real kilts and had bagpipes and were pretty cool, I think) but the game itself wasn't much to watch. And the stadium was small - not much bigger than my high school stadium - and there were concession stands, but not many. Utah plays football in Rice-Eccols Stadium, which is where the opening and closing ceremonies for the Olympics were held. It's pretty big. And loud. And lots of concession stands and people and sensory overload. M. was having a blast and I'm glad for that - but I was kind of glad to come home. Utah is also trying pretty hard to lose to Air Force, so it's not like I'm missing a great game. It's also not like I'm a huge football fan - we went to today's game because a family from the church has season tickets and were out of town today and gave us their seats.
C. is happy now. She woke up from both her naps (morning and afternoon) early today - this does not make for a happy baby or a happy mommy. And then fell asleep before I left the stadium with her when I was coming home. Woke up when I put her in the car and talked really loudly until we got on the interstate - about 10 minutes or so. She had a lot to get out about what she had seen and heard, I guess. And then fell asleep and slept the rest of the way home. And has now eaten and is playing. And just thought really hard about trying to climb a bookcase (I am not kidding here - trust me) and is now happily chewing on a board book. She is developing quite the mischievous personality....
Not much else to post I don't think. I'm going to go try to finish M.'s Elmo pajamas now - I'm almost done. Then I get to move on to pants - which I think will go quicker.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

More pictures of M. and C.


M. is "helping" me put together a casserole. C. is practicing two of her favorite tricks - pulling up and grinning. Micah, the dog, is helping me clean the floor. See all the help I get every day? :) Oh, I should mention that M. is still wearing her leotard from her dance class. She is taking a creative dance class every Tuesday morning and loves it so much that she refuses to take off her leotard for the rest of the day. And no, she is not stubborn like her parents, why would you ask?

Forgot to save the red-eye correction on this one, I guess. Aren't they cute, though?
And baths are such fun. Lots to smile about. Except when Mom tries to rinse my hair and I look down and get water in my eyes. Lots of screaming then - and no pictures. But in general, baths are lots of fun.
And finally, the reason for my long post in the middle of the day. M.'s first day of pre-school for the year was today. M. loves, loves, loves school. She thinks that getting to go 3 days a week this year is perhaps the greatest thing since, oh, chocolate zucchini cake. She comes home exhausted. She naps. Mom gets alone time in the middle of the day without a fight. Mom loves pre-school, too....

Oh, one last thing. I am taking C. to see a pediatric ophthalmologist this Monday. She sometimes still looks cross-eyed and the pediatrician wanted us to have her tested and such to make sure that she is seeing fine out of both eyes. I think she's okay, but I'm a little nervous about the appointment (we got the pre-registration paperwork in the mail and they said to "expect a 1-3 hour appointment" - not my idea of fun with an active almost 8 month old, regardless of what they find.) I'll let you know what we find out next week.

Storm in the Mountains

So, contrary to what many who live here may think - because the valley is very well irrigated - we live in a desert. High humidity here is anything over, say, 15 percent. And it doesn't rain very often - like this summer we have had 4-5 weeks between rains sometimes. But it stormed last night. Lightening and thunder and all that jazz - almost as good as a midwestern summer thunderstorm. Not quite, but almost. I tried to take some pictures, because the clouds were so gorgeous, but none of them really turned out well. You can see bits of the mountains in the pictures, though. These were all taken in front of our house.I love being able to look out over the valley and see how the weather is coming and what is coming next.

This last one was taken by my almost 4 year old M. Not really of the storm, but she wanted me to put it up.....and I've found that peace and sanity in motherhood comes from arguing as little as possible about the things that don't really matter.....

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Big Sister Brag Moment

Just had to post that my brother e-mailed to say he passed his oral exams for his PhD. Not that I thought he was in danger of not passing (he's brilliant like me, right? :) ) But I wanted to post and say I am so proud of him. For those who don't know, he is doing a PhD in Zoology at NC State - he is studying salamanders and population mapping and more that I don't understand.

High Altitude Baking

Okay, so we live at about 4,500 feet above sea level. Not too high - but high enough that it takes longer to cook things like rice and pasta (water boils at a lower temperature here, so when you boil food you aren't cooking it at as high a temperature as you would if you boiled it at sea level so it takes longer to cook) and you have to adjust baking recipes. Generally I have found that lessening the sugar slightly, cutting down on leavening by about 1/4, increasing liquids by about a tablespoon per cup, and watching closely as you bake to prevent over or under baking works. My first batch of chocolate chip cookies here were a disaster - they tasted fine but crumbled like heck and looked terrible. My first pie crust was also pretty bad - it need a lot more moisture than I put in. (I doubled the amount of water in the recipe the next time and it turned out fine.) But I have one recipe that I have always been able to pull off fine here - Chocolate Zucchini Cake. It is a recipe from one of my members in my last church who had a huge organic garden in their back yard. And it is a moist, delicious, not-too-sweet chocolate cake. So, we are having the PNC and their families over for dinner Monday (Our second annual Labor Day BBQ dinner - BBQ as in W. is smoking 16 lbs of pork shoulders today to pull by hand and put on sandwiches. That is also really yummy, but another post). Everyone else is bringing the side dishes and such, but several people requested that I make another Chocolate Zucchini Cake like I did last year. (Lots of people are almost afraid to bake at this altitude because you have to change recipes and it takes some time and experimentation.) So, this morning M. and I made a Chocolate Zucchini Cake. It is a 2 layer cake and looked great going into the oven. Looked beautiful coming out of the oven - baked until just set but not dry. Then I (tried) to take them out of the pan. They look like this now:(Okay, I had actually eaten some of the crumbs before I took this picture, but you get the idea) I. am. so. mad. I forgot to grease or line the pans. They are non-stick, but for some reason of chemistry that I don't completely understand or want to explain, baked goods are more likely to stick at high altitudes. So you are supposed to always grease your pans. I know this -grrr. So, so it is time to go off to the grocery store and buy more buttermilk so we can make another one tomorrow. These are just too broken down the middle of each one to try to hide it with icing. This is why I decide to make it today, I guess. It does taste wonderful.........

Monday, August 27, 2007

update on life

So I haven't posted in about a month, but there has been so much to post about....I started this hoping to preserve some of the stories of my life with my daughters - so some of those stories mixed in with other comments about life in general....
- C, who is now 7 months old, has learned to sit up, crawl, crawl up stairs (!!! panic moment for mom !!!) and pull up to standing in the last month. Last 2 weeks for the crawling and pulling up. She is growing up so fast - and she is so cute right now.....This is one of several pictures that I can label with "we have one brave/dumb/patient cat" - it's a bit blurry because they both moved as I took it. C. loves to crawl up to the cats and dog and pet them. She is pretty good about not grabbing fur - but Knox (the one in this picture) is the only one who lets her get very close. Well, the dog does when he's asleep, but then he usually wakes up and moves pretty quick.
- Both my brother and my mom have visited in the last month. Here are pictures of them with the girls. We love having visitors - M. especially - so if anyone wants to come see the mountains, let me know.Uncle Will with the girls
Grandma Cindy and the girls

- We don't have a picture of my mom and the girls up in the mountains because we didn't get up to the mountains because I sliced off part of my left index fingernail and nail bed while cooking dinner last Monday and spent far too long trying to figure out the easiest way to get a tetanus shot. I realized that I don't have a general doctor here - I have my midwife, and a pediatrician for the girls, but not a general doctor for us adults. Hmmm....should probably get one of those.....before the next crisis comes up. My finger is healing fine, by the way. And I was thankful for Grandma Cindy being here to help with the girls when it hurt like hell to touch my left hand to anything for about 36 hours.

- I preached at a NCD (New Church Development for those who might not know the Presbyterian lingo) for the first time. This congregation began meeting last October - and is by far the most contemporary/emerging church church I've lead worship in. It was a fun experience - there is definitely a lot of energy moving in worship there that it would be nice to see in some of the more traditional churches I have preached in. And I have all sorts of reflections on what it means to be a church with no building.....they rent space in a movie theater for worship for 3 hours on Sunday morning - all the stuff for that is stored in a trailer that someone hauls to the theater each week and then home again. They have recently rented office space (for the first 9 months everyone worked out of their homes) but all their groups - Bible studies, mom's group, etc. - meet in non-traditional places - coffee shops, restaurants, people's homes. I left feeling like many of us who are used to a church with a permanent building are missing out on being Christians out in the world - being visible in living and talking about our faith. And I should point out that reading the Bible in a group in a public space is pretty daring in Utah - the LDS "church" (the quotation marks are intentional - trust me, it's not a Christian church) actively discourages people from reading the Bible. And if you are LDS and do read the Bible, then it's the KJV and very hard to understand.

- I have been sewing some things for M. for fall/winter and enjoying it. I am working on a third set of pajamas and have fabric to do 2 pairs of pants and 2 tops and her Halloween costume. I love my new sewing machine - I hope I can still say that when all this stuff is finished.

-It is bed time. I am exhausted and must sleep. C has been teething and so I have gotten less un-interrupted sleep than normal recently. Hopefully that will change soon (like tonight...I hope)

Sunday, July 29, 2007

A Sermon

I don't write many sermons at this point - but I preached at my dh's church this morning and thought I would share - As background, W. is preaching about different symbols of the faith this summer. The church he serves is woefully ignorant of anything to do with liturgical seasons, symbols, anything like that - so W. is attempting to rectify that situation. The symbol for today was water....which becomes quite obvious on reading the sermon - so here goes. Scripture texts are 2 Kings 5:1-15, John 4:1-30.

When I was in middle school, my family took the first of 2 big vacation trips driving from our home in Indiana “out west.” I should point out that driving is a more apt description than vacation of our time away – we drove and drove and drove and saw many of the great national parks and other places of the western United States. The first trip, when I was in middle school, we left Indianapolis on the afternoon of July 1 and spent the day of July 4 in the Grand Canyon. I’ll let you figure out how many hours we spent in the car each day getting to the Grand Canyon – it was a lot. From the Grand Canyon we went to the California coast near San Diego and then wound our way up California, visiting family and national parks and zoos and such. One of the things I remember most about this vacation, however, is the drought the states we visited were experiencing that summer.

Growing up in Indiana where it is so humid in the summer that you can almost cut the air with a knife, I don’t remember there ever being a drought when I was young. I may have just been unaware, as I know there have been some dryer summers since then – but water conservation in practice all over the place was something new to me. I remember going to restaurants and having to request water at the table – and then getting a small glass which my father jokingly referred to as a shot glass of water and having to request more. I remember the signs and warnings about not starting fires in the backcountry at national parks because of the fire risk in dry conditions – something we know all too well this summer in Utah. And I remember that the whole point of our mad dash to get to the Grand Canyon on July 4 was to see fireworks over the canyon – which were cancelled because of lack of rain.

I also remember, from that same vacation, experiencing water in nature in amazing ways. Seeing the waterfalls at Yosemite National Park – even not at full capacity, they are beautiful. Seeing the Pacific Ocean – in all it’s fearsome grandeur – is another memory I have of water on that trip. And sitting in the blue seats at Sea World – the splash zone for those of you who haven’t been there – during the Shamu show – that’s another experience of water in abundance.

Water is all around us. Two-thirds of the earth’s surface is covered by water. Two-thirds of our bodies are water. Water, water, everywhere. It’s all over the Bible, too. In fact, Oremus Bible Browser comes up with 719 matches for water in the New Revised Standard Version of the Bible. A few of those are in the apocrypha – the books that the Roman Catholic Church includes in scripture that protestant Christians generally don’t – but even so, there’s a lot of water in the Bible.

Our Old Testament lesson today is the story of Naaman the Aramean’s healing from leprosy. I love the all-too-real human qualities that the characters in this story have. There is Naaman, commander of the Aramean army – a mighty warrior who generally used to things going his way and lots of respect. There is the king of Israel – who is known to think he has to do everything himself and therefore panics easily. And there is Elisha the prophet, who speaks from a distance and whose commands save the day.

What happens in the story? Naaman’s wife has a servant from Israel, who tells her mistress that there is a prophet in Israel who could cure Naaman’s leprosy. So Naaman gets the word, talks to his king, and sets off for Israel bearing gifts meant to insure his healing. The king of Israel panics – you can imagine a lot of four-letter words being whispered under his breath as he asks, “What am I to do?” Elisha hears, and says – send him to me. Naaman shows up at Elisha’s house with his entourage and Elisha sends word to go and wash 7 times in the Jordan River.

Now it is Naaman’s turn to mutter 4-letter words and get raving mad. Elisha didn’t even come out to talk to him in person, after all – and he is important – he deserves personal attention from this prophet. And to wash in the Jordan – that dirty, unclean river. Rivers back in Damascus have cleaner water – surely if any water was going to cure Naaman, the waters from those rivers at home would do it.

It is Naaman’s servants who manage to talk some sense into him, saying basically, “This isn’t so hard, and it might work – why not try it before we go home?” So Naaman does – he immerses himself 7 times in the Jordan River and is made clean.

Wash and be clean – it is what we do with water many times a day – washing hands, washing dishes, washing clothes – maybe even washing the car. Wash and be clean – it is what we do with water by faith as well. Like Naaman, who washed in the Jordan, we are washed by water – and we become clean. We are restored to a state of purity when we are washed by the waters of baptism. While the symbolism in our tradition of dipping a bit of water on someone’s forehead for baptism may not be as dramatic as immersing them bodily into a swimming pool sized font, the message is the same. We are washed, we are made clean.

In John’s gospel we find our second sacred story this morning – the story of the woman at the well. She is a Samaritan, unclean, outcast in society by both her ethnic identity and by her actions of having 5 husbands. Jesus asks her for a drink and she is shocked – who would dare to cross the lines and ask this of her? And what does she have to offer – just some water from a well. Jesus knows who she is – not just her ethnicity but also her behavior – and offers her something that cannot come from an ordinary well. Living Water. Jesus says, “But those who drink of the water that I will give them will never be thirsty. The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.” Living Water. Eternal Life. Never be thirsty again.

The Samaritan woman’s life is transformed by this encounter with Jesus and his gift of Living Water. She goes back to tell all whom she meets about this man, this Messiah come to bring Living Water, so that they might worship in spirit and in truth. Naaman’s life is transformed as well – he is cured of a disease that led to isolation in his time. Living Water. Transformation. New Life.

Much of our liturgy for today – the Call to Worship and the prayers we say in unison – comes from liturgies written for the celebration of baptism. Baptism is the central defining moment in our journeys as Christians – the moment when we say (or our parents say for us) that we will turn from the ways of evil and follow the way of Christ. Baptism is when we die to sin and are raised to new life. In the early church, baptismal fonts were often shaped like coffins to drive this point home – the candidate for baptism was immersed in a coffin of water and pulled up to a new way of life as a disciple of the Living Lord. And for us, in this day and age when powers and principalities that are not faithful to the gospel would claim our lives and corrupt our faith, our challenge is to live as those who have been baptized. To live as those who have drunk from that stream of Living Water – knowing that our salvation is assured by the grace of God. Knowing we are freed from worry – freed for loving action to bring that Living Water to the world. To turn from sin – to turn to new life – every day.
Our first semester of seminary we took a required course called “Baptism and Evangelical Identity” – I think Wade has mentioned this before. One of the books we read that semester told of a professor at a seminary who, every time it rained, would dash around campus without an umbrella and call out to everyone he met, “remember your baptism and be thankful!” Those words are included in the liturgy for baptism – addressed to the congregation – each time we see a new believer baptized we are to remember our own baptism and give thanks. Give thanks to the God who promises to transform our lives. Who gives us living water. Who frees us from whatever holds us back – stereotypes, mistakes, assumptions, guilt – frees us to live and love and serve. May we remember – and be thankful. Amen.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

M's baptism


We baptized M., our 3 year old, yesterday. After having spent the last 4 years or so obsessing about how, when, and where we would do this, I am happy to say that it all went smoothly and felt right - which is what I was most worried about. We didn't baptize her as an infant for a variety of logistical reasons (having 4 churches that we were pastoring among the 2 of us and going back and forth about where to have it is the most obvious one) and this spring she said to me, in the midst of a conversation about her Sunday School class:

"Mommy, when was I baptized?"

"You haven't been baptized yet, sweetie."

(long pause as she contemplates this)

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"I want to be baptized!" (great emphasis on the 'want')

So, I told W. that night when he came home that he needed to talk to Session and get it on the calendar.

Anyway, we did the service of baptism together, basically alternating parts. He did the actual baptism (M. was pretty set on this) and I did the laying on of hands that comes right after. It was really a wonderful event for our family, and a great day for M. - one I am really thankful for. I will try to post a picture or two....

It was a beautiful thing....

Friday, July 13, 2007

It's Friday!

Not really sure that's a great title, but oh well. It is Friday - and it has been a pretty good week. I've been catching up on things around the house - mundane stuff that gets put off when you have company on and off for 2 weeks - and most of it is done. I am sitting out on the back patio now and it is actually pleasant at the moment. We had rain yesterday (first time in over a month I think) so it is a bit cooler. Our backyard is also mostly shaded in the mornings, which is nice. M. is playing in her new to her sandbox that some folks from church brought over last night. Their girls have out-grown it, so they passed it on to M., who loves it. C. is rolling around trying to figure out how to crawl over to the sandbox and play too, I think. C. will be 6 months old next week, and has been trying to figure out how to move since she was 3 days old. I am not kidding. The kid has figured out that everyone in the house but her can move independently and this will not do. She must be mobile like everyone else. She can roll over and scoot some - crawling is next I believe. W. is getting ready to take the cats (we have 3 - Luke, Knox, and Calvin - and a dog, Micah) for their annual vet visit. I just hope we can find all three and get them in their crates. M. has said she wants to go with Daddy to "help" with the cats, but now is not sure she wants to leave the new sandbox. We shall see......do you remember the days of childhood when there was never enough time to play? M. has also started calling herself "George" from time to time - after Curious George. I think it's funny - it's also really helpful in getting her to do things, because George will cooperate and do almost anything without a fight. So, when it's time to go and she doesn't want to put on her sandals, I ask, "is George coming in 2 minutes?" and she will say, "yes, Mommy" and go hide for about 30 seconds and then come out as George and get herself ready to leave. Ah, the imagination of a three year old!
More to write later, but C. is hungry, so I must go....

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Cleaning Day

One of the things that I have learned in the last year or so that I have not been in formal ministry is that I need a routine to my days - it is far, far, far too easy to let every day be a pajama day and accomplish nothing. While pajama days are fun from time to time (M. loves them), too many lead quickly to a very yucky place mentally - not a good thing. So, Mondays are laundry day here, Tuesdays and Thursdays I go to a mom and baby exercise class, and Wednesdays are cleaning days. Gives me a reason to get up and going each day. W. is home on Fridays (his day off) and we try to do a family activity each Friday - hiking or the zoo or botanical gardens or something like that.
Anyway, I am about 1/2 way done with cleaning for the week. I have dusted and vacuumed the three bedrooms and living room and cleaned the bathroom. My allergies are kicking in and I'm hoping my asthma doesn't follow - air quality is terrible here right now because of the fires and all - if you've read about the big fire in Utah that jumped over I-15 this weekend we are just far enough away to not be in danger of evacuation but close enough to get a bunch of smoke in the air outside. I need to go clean the kitchen, dust and vacuum the dining room, and vacuum the stairs. If I can, I'd like to dust and vacuum the rooms in the basement (which is 85% finished and where we like to hang out in summer because it's actually cool down there) but that will depend on cooperation from the 2 little bodies who follow me around all day......

Monday, July 9, 2007

The girls


I know I have the cutest daughters in the world (no, I'm not biased....) and wanted to share a recent picture. M. is 3 and a half, C. is almost 6 months. Where does the time go? This was actually taken awhile ago - C. has grown a lot since this one.