11.30.2004

Thanksgiving

Every year as we begin to eat out turkey and cranberry sauce, we go around the table and tell what we are thankful for in the past year. Somehow we forgot that tradition this year.

No matter. They were right there, sitting next to us in high chairs, throwing mashed potatoes around and playing with cranberry sauce.

One year ago... just yesterday, and an eternity ago. This Christmas will be very different from the last... and yet the same. Last Christmas was Advent, was Lent. The year has cycled around, and we are back again, and now it is Christmas, now it is Easter, and now we sing with loud hallelujas.

Praise be to God Almighty, source of life and every good gift, and glory be to Christ His Son, who became incarnate, who made himself a feeble child for the salvation of my children. All honor and wisdom and power and strength be to Him who sustains our faith through the long desolate night. All majesty belongs to Him who is faithful, who fulfils his promises at last, and breaks forth in radiant light.

Lo, the winter is past and the rain is gone...

Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus!

Thanksgiving

Every year as we begin to eat out turkey and cranberry sauce, we go around the table and tell what we are thankful for in the past year. Somehow we forgot that tradition this year.

No matter. They were right there, sitting next to us in high chairs, throwing mashed potatoes around and playing with cranberry sauce.

One year ago... just yesterday, and an eternity ago. This Christmas will be very different from the last... and yet the same. Last Christmas was Advent, was Lent. The year has cycled around, and we are back again, and now it is Christmas, now it is Easter, and now we sing with loud hallelujas.

Praise be to God Almighty, source of life and every good gift, and glory be to Christ His Son, who became incarnate, who made himself a feeble child for the salvation of my children. All honor and wisdom and power and strength be to Him who sustains our faith through the long desolate night. All majesty belongs to Him who is faithful, who fulfils his promises at last, and breaks forth in radiant light.

Lo, the winter is past and the rain is gone...

Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus!

Thanksgiving

Every year as we begin to eat our turkey and cranberry sauce, we go around the table and tell what we are thankful for in the past year. Somehow we forgot that tradition this year.

No matter. They were right there, sitting next to us in high chairs, throwing mashed potatoes around and playing with cranberry sauce.

One year ago... just yesterday, and an eternity ago. This Christmas will be very different from the last... and yet the same. Last Christmas was Advent, was Lent. The year has cycled around, and we are back again, and now it is Christmas, now it is Easter, and now we sing with loud hallelujas.

Praise be to God Almighty, source of life and every good gift, and glory be to Christ His Son, who became incarnate, who made himself a feeble child for the salvation of my children. All honor and wisdom and power and strength be to Him who sustains our faith through the long desolate night. All majesty belongs to Him who is faithful, who fulfils his promises at last, and breaks forth in radiant light.

Lo, the winter is past and the rain is gone...

Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus!

11.20.2004

The day wears on...

...and we are all wearing clothes! Everyone is dressed for the day, I have finished getting my new piece on paper, and I have found the piece of paper on which the old piece resides, which was missing because my old music notebook fell to pieces.

I have also read a few pages of a devotional book, the slipcover of which is also now falling to pieces. If anyone requires the services of a paper shredder, I have two quite excellent ones who will be happy to help you in exchange for some important documents to rip up.

And I have located a recipe for enchiladas!

All in between diapers and feedings and cuddles and snoofles and nose-wipings and kisses and raspberries and playtime... I'm rather proud of myself.

Thus progresseth the day, and the progress therein....

And now it's time for Silly Songs with Dadders, the part of the show where Dadders comes out and sings a silly song.

Wuggy, Wuggy Crocket,
King of theWild Doopah-Land!

Born on a river-bank when he was three,
Killed a bumble-bear by swattin' at a bee!

Wuggy, Wuggy Crocket,
King of the Wild Doopah-Land!

A day in the life of a mommy...

...is an unpredictable sort of thing. She starts out the day with big plans and dreams and goals, and ends the day with plenty of funny stories about how everything went haywire. So, I might as well put it to good use, and share the laughter. In any case, this will give me extra motivation...

It is 10:06am. 10:07 actually, by now. My, how the day flies by. By the end of the day, the kitchen will be babyproof and in a moderate state of cleanliness, yummy cheese enchiladas will be on the table, I will have codified the rhythms on one piece, and my newest piece will have emerged into a more certain shape.

I'm sorely tempted to add laundry to the list...

Oh, what the snorkle.... And I'm going to get all the laundry done!

Okay, okay... I'll get the laundry put away.

Gentlemommies, start your engines!

On your mark...

get set...

Go feed the screaming baby!

Escape from Doopah!

The wuggies are becoming quite adept at cooperative problem-solving. They empty the boxes which form the wuggie barricade, scoot them out of the way, and craw determinedly toward the kitchen sink. Their boundaries have hereby been expanded... and it's time to babyproof the kitchen. Can't stop the doopa-doopah!

11.19.2004

Searching for glasses...

...is rather difficult, because without them, you cannot see where you are looking. It becomes even more difficult in households where small objects tend to migrate about the room in disordered patterns.

11.18.2004

A special 2-for-1 holiday offer....

Give the Gift of Parents!

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11.13.2004

Speaking of books...

What are your favorite childhood books, dear readers?

Full Circle

My mommy just sent me a box full of, among other things, books from my early childhood. Her we are again... The Curious Kitten, The Real Mother Goose, The Bible in Pictures for Little Eyes, Bible Stories in Verse, The Tales of Peter Rabbit, and the wonderful poetry of Margaret Wyse Brown. Mommy and small person cuddled up together... But now I'm the Mommy. It's a very strange feeling, and reminds me just how much I love MY Mommy. I hope I can show my boys as much love as my mother did me.

Nibble, nibble, nibble, goes the mouse in my heart,
and the mouse in my heart is you.

11.12.2004

I dream of algebra...

When the boys woke up around 2:00 this morning, Andy was a bit frustrated at their inability to graph a certain equation.

Speaking of fish, Mr. Wugger's new favorite pastime is gnawing on a bright multi-colored plastic fish. (Rainbow trout?) We just need to be careful to limit him to 3 servings a week, due to mercury content....

But what constitutes a proper serving size for plastic fish?

11.09.2004

Wuggy, Put the Kettle On

I was sitting on the couch with both of the wuggies on my lap, introducing them to Mother Goose..

Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
And let's drink tea!

As I sang, there was a good deal of squirming going on, and before going on to Sukey's verse, I paused to figure out what Natebug was up to. He had pulled himelf up, and retrieved my tea-mug from the desk beside the couch, and was merrily drinking the dregs of my tea.

Meeper, put it back again,
Meeper, put it back again....

I'm very glad that the tea was lukewarm!

Get out your credit cards...

...I just saw a flashing ad for a fantastic online merchant.

GREAT GIFTS...

GREATER PRICES!

Yes, indeed, the fish is on.

11.06.2004

Glacier growing

Forget trivialities such as the proper way to squeeze a tube of toothpaste, or which way the toilet paper goes... the greatest source of tension in our marriage comes from forgetting to fill up the ice cube tray. To resolve this deeply important issue, we have taken to growing our own glaciers. Whenever one of us needs some ice, we crack the ice loose from the tray, retrieve three ice cubes, fill it back up with water, and put it back in the freezer. In this manner, when we next approach the ice cube tray wishing for ice, there are always lots of nice, fresh cubes for us to enjoy. However, as we fill up the three empty cube, we also end up filling in all the little cracks in and around all the cubes that are still left. Little by little, they have been growing... and growing... and growing. Every time we get more ice, our glacier has grown. You'd be amazed at just how much entertainment value we get out of this. Suddenly, refilling the ice cube tray is no longer a drudge, but one of our favorite hobbies. Only one question remains-- what in the world are we going to do with those enormous blobs of ice?