Rachel and September. And the Mottling. You can't see him, but he made a great little seat for September. Tembo says that she's most definitely got the mommy touch.
12.14.2005
Brotherly Love
As I was changing Isaiah's diaper, Nathan climbed up into September's chair and started kissing her vigorously. I rushed up as quickly as I could to rescue my poor baby.
When I pried Nathan away, I was not a bit surprised that he complained vociferously about being yanked away from his beloved Bay-bee.
I was a bit surprised, though, when Bay-bee burst into tears at being separated from her beloved brudder-wuggy.
Oh yes.
When I pried Nathan away, I was not a bit surprised that he complained vociferously about being yanked away from his beloved Bay-bee.
I was a bit surprised, though, when Bay-bee burst into tears at being separated from her beloved brudder-wuggy.
Oh yes.
An Adventure
The Tercel's gas meter hits the red empty line when the tank goes down to about half-full.
The one on the Doopah-mobile hits the red line shortly after sputtering to a halt.
Looking on the bright side, we now know for certain that we can go exactly 348.3 miles on a tank of gas.
The one on the Doopah-mobile hits the red line shortly after sputtering to a halt.
Looking on the bright side, we now know for certain that we can go exactly 348.3 miles on a tank of gas.
12.13.2005
12.12.2005
Lost
I'm in the middle of David Copperfield
right now. It is amazing. For the most part, I've been listening to an outstanding recording performed by Patrick Tull. The man is an incredible actor, with a deep, rich voice that takes on a distinct quality for each character.
The only problem is that I seem to have accidentally skipped a tape. Or maybe just one side of a tape. In any case, it is now clear that an exceedingly important even has occured in the story... but I never actually heard about the event itself.
Rather than try to figure out which tape I missed, I started flipping through our paper copy, trying to find the scene.
There was only one problem. I couldn't find the spot I was looking for, because on every page I turned to, I found a scene that I simply could not pass without rereading.
It's just that good.
right now. It is amazing. For the most part, I've been listening to an outstanding recording performed by Patrick Tull. The man is an incredible actor, with a deep, rich voice that takes on a distinct quality for each character. The only problem is that I seem to have accidentally skipped a tape. Or maybe just one side of a tape. In any case, it is now clear that an exceedingly important even has occured in the story... but I never actually heard about the event itself.
Rather than try to figure out which tape I missed, I started flipping through our paper copy, trying to find the scene.
There was only one problem. I couldn't find the spot I was looking for, because on every page I turned to, I found a scene that I simply could not pass without rereading.
It's just that good.
12.11.2005
12.10.2005
Home, Sweet Home
Well, I think we found it. A tiny two-bedroom single-wide mobile home, 10 minutes from church. Nothing fancy... but exceedingly cute. The bedrooms are tiny. It'll be quite a squeeze, but I think we can do it. What really matters is the kitchen... and the kitchen is absolutely perfect. Spacious and well-planned, with room for a table and chairs. The manager was a bit apologetic that it didn't have a separate dining room, but we see that as a good thing. When you have toddlers, eating over carpeting is just a really bad idea. I am really looking forward to cooking in a kitchen that makes sense. You know, one with counters. And cupboards that you can access without excessive contortion. Speaking of cupboards, as an added bonus, the adorable oak cupboards make it feel so home-ey.
The park is cute... clean and pleasant and full of families.
We have a little patch of grass on which to put a climbing aparatus for the wuggies, and a little patch of gravel that we could turn into a garden.
And...
... laundry hookups!!!
I am so excited about this place. All of these things are going to make such a big difference in our lives. Kitchen. Laundry. Flowers. And best of all, we'll live close enough to really get involved in our wonderful church family.
Thank you, Jesus.
The park is cute... clean and pleasant and full of families.
We have a little patch of grass on which to put a climbing aparatus for the wuggies, and a little patch of gravel that we could turn into a garden.
And...
... laundry hookups!!!
I am so excited about this place. All of these things are going to make such a big difference in our lives. Kitchen. Laundry. Flowers. And best of all, we'll live close enough to really get involved in our wonderful church family.
Thank you, Jesus.
12.09.2005
Shhh!
I just found myself taking away an orange, explaining that it wasn't a ball. I then replaced it with a foam block, explaining that the little cube actually was a ball.
They'll never learn their shapes at this rate.
Please don't tell their geometer of a father.
They'll never learn their shapes at this rate.
Please don't tell their geometer of a father.
Shopping
The good news:
We found the townhouse apartment of our dreams, and I am quite cured of all desire for a single-family dwelling.
The bad news:
The rent is $500 beyond our budget.
We found the townhouse apartment of our dreams, and I am quite cured of all desire for a single-family dwelling.
The bad news:
The rent is $500 beyond our budget.
12.08.2005
Wasting Thyme
The other day, our apartment smelled like cinnamon once more, but this time it wasn't Mr. Wuggidy's doing, but mine, thanks to a big bag of beautifully fragranced pine cones. I haven't gotten around to actually doing any decorating with them, but they still smell lovely, even in the bag.
Last night however, let's just say I found the wuggies with too much thyme on their hands.
Now it smells like... um... mixed spices.
Last night however, let's just say I found the wuggies with too much thyme on their hands.
Now it smells like... um... mixed spices.
12.07.2005
Interior Design
I love candles... but of course, you can't light candles anywhere a toddler might get at them. Which leaves sconces as our only option. I've been on the lookout ever since the wuggies became mobile, but alas, I could only find things that were either hideous or way out of our budget. Usually both. But the other day, I was delighted to find some quite tasteful wall sconces at Big Lots... $2.99 for a box of 2!
So we've been spending our evenings in the light of candles and christmas lights. The wuggies are even more delighted than I am, which, quite frankly, I would have thought impossible. They are forever pointing, and squealing, "Laigh! Laigh!"
I've put up three candle holders so far, but haven't found the right spot for the fourth.
This morning, however, I found the wuggies with the remaining sconce, carefully holding it up against the wall, examining it and conferring about the best place to hang it.
They really do seem to have a good eye for placement. That would have been a lovely spot.
Except that hanging it where the wuggies could get at it would have rather defeated the purpose.
Advent!
The other day, Andy gave me an early Christmas present.
Glad: An Acapella Christmas
It's out of print (er... out of dub? Out of burn?) but he found me a used copy on Amazon.
Suddenly it very much feels like Advent around here.
I can remember the year that Uncle Jim and Aunt Cindy gave us this album, sometime around junior high, or early high school. So I know it wasn't actually a part of all my childhood Christmasses... but it nevertheless forms the soundtrack for all my Christmas memories. The music captures like no other the essence of what Christmas means to me.
The life of the Church tends to center around Easter, but it was Christmas that was at the heart of our spiritual life as a family. The incarnation, cruxifiction, and resurrection of the God-Man is one inextricably united mystery. You cannot remember one part without pondering the whole... and the whole was most clearly before us at Christmastime, as we tried to wrap our minds around the helpless infant who was God Almighty, the unwed teen mother who was the chosen vessel for the Salvation of the world, and the birth that was heralded by angelic choirs... but no room in the inn.
Glad's soaring vocal harmonies are filled with a rich and free reverence, unconstrainedly flowing from a deep awe at deeper mysteries. Filled with parallel fifths and deceptive cadences, their unexpected harmonic interperetations of familiar melodies sound almost medieval, but the intricate rhythms are thoroughly modern. Their music is a glorious fusion of the old and the new, high art and low---uniquely fitting for remembrance of the God who came down and clothed himself in human flesh.
Glad: An Acapella Christmas
It's out of print (er... out of dub? Out of burn?) but he found me a used copy on Amazon
.Suddenly it very much feels like Advent around here.
I can remember the year that Uncle Jim and Aunt Cindy gave us this album, sometime around junior high, or early high school. So I know it wasn't actually a part of all my childhood Christmasses... but it nevertheless forms the soundtrack for all my Christmas memories. The music captures like no other the essence of what Christmas means to me.
The life of the Church tends to center around Easter, but it was Christmas that was at the heart of our spiritual life as a family. The incarnation, cruxifiction, and resurrection of the God-Man is one inextricably united mystery. You cannot remember one part without pondering the whole... and the whole was most clearly before us at Christmastime, as we tried to wrap our minds around the helpless infant who was God Almighty, the unwed teen mother who was the chosen vessel for the Salvation of the world, and the birth that was heralded by angelic choirs... but no room in the inn.
Glad's soaring vocal harmonies are filled with a rich and free reverence, unconstrainedly flowing from a deep awe at deeper mysteries. Filled with parallel fifths and deceptive cadences, their unexpected harmonic interperetations of familiar melodies sound almost medieval, but the intricate rhythms are thoroughly modern. Their music is a glorious fusion of the old and the new, high art and low---uniquely fitting for remembrance of the God who came down and clothed himself in human flesh.
12.05.2005
Who among you, when your son asks for bread, would give him a stone?
No. Most certainly not.
I would, however, have given them a nice soft foam ball.
They didn't bother to ask, though, so now the entire loaf of stone-ground whole wheat bread is strewn across the floor.
Between Tembo's undeveloped digestive system, and her big brothers' well-developed throwing arms... well, either way, when food becomes projectiles, it's not a pretty sight.
I tell you... we're having a ball.
I would, however, have given them a nice soft foam ball.
They didn't bother to ask, though, so now the entire loaf of stone-ground whole wheat bread is strewn across the floor.
Between Tembo's undeveloped digestive system, and her big brothers' well-developed throwing arms... well, either way, when food becomes projectiles, it's not a pretty sight.
I tell you... we're having a ball.
Let's hear it for "The Wiggy Chronicles!"
I guess one of the hazards of making up your own words is that people are unlikely to spell them properly. Ah, well. At least I'm doing my part to keep the English language alive and well.
In any case, misspellings aside, I'm quite honored to be listed among the finalists for Best Parenting Blog over at the Weblog Awards.
So show your support for your favorite wiggy wuggies, and cast a vote for "The Wiggy Chronicles."
Whenever they manage to get the polls working, that is.
In any case, misspellings aside, I'm quite honored to be listed among the finalists for Best Parenting Blog over at the Weblog Awards.
So show your support for your favorite wiggy wuggies, and cast a vote for "The Wiggy Chronicles."
Whenever they manage to get the polls working, that is.
12.03.2005
Onions
Not many kids get excited over onions, but our little wuggies were ecstatic when they saw the lovely white orbs as I unloaded the groceries.
"Balls!"
"Balls!"
Advent!
The other day, Andy gave me an early Christmas present.
Glad: An Acapella Christmas
It's out of print (er... out of dub? Out of burn?) but he found me a used copy on Amazon.
Suddenly it very much feels like Advent around here.
I can remember the year that Uncle Jim and Aunt Cindy gave us this album, sometime around junior high, or early high school. So I know it wasn't actually a part of all my childhood Christmasses... but it nevertheless forms the soundtrack for all my Christmas memories. The music captures like no other the essence of what Christmas means to me.
The life of the Church tends to center around Easter, but it was Christmas that was really at the heart of our spiritual life as a family. The incarnation, cruxifiction, and resurrection of the God-Man is one inextricably united mystery. You cannot remember one part without pondering the whole... and the whole was most clearly before us at Christmastime, as we tried to wrap our minds around the helpless infant who was God Almighty, the unwed teen mother who was the chosen vessel for the Salvation of the world, the birth that was heralded by angelic choirs... but no room in the inn.
Glad's soaring vocal harmonies are filled with a rich and free reverence, unconstrainedly flowing from a deep awe at deeper mysteries. Filled with parallel fifths and deceptive cadences, their unexpected harmonic interperetations of familiar melodies sound almost medieval, but the intricate rhythms are thoroughly modern. Their music is a glorious fusion of high art and low---uniquely fitting for remembrance of the God who came down and clothed himself in human flesh.
Glad: An Acapella Christmas
It's out of print (er... out of dub? Out of burn?) but he found me a used copy on Amazon.
Suddenly it very much feels like Advent around here.
I can remember the year that Uncle Jim and Aunt Cindy gave us this album, sometime around junior high, or early high school. So I know it wasn't actually a part of all my childhood Christmasses... but it nevertheless forms the soundtrack for all my Christmas memories. The music captures like no other the essence of what Christmas means to me.
The life of the Church tends to center around Easter, but it was Christmas that was really at the heart of our spiritual life as a family. The incarnation, cruxifiction, and resurrection of the God-Man is one inextricably united mystery. You cannot remember one part without pondering the whole... and the whole was most clearly before us at Christmastime, as we tried to wrap our minds around the helpless infant who was God Almighty, the unwed teen mother who was the chosen vessel for the Salvation of the world, the birth that was heralded by angelic choirs... but no room in the inn.
Glad's soaring vocal harmonies are filled with a rich and free reverence, unconstrainedly flowing from a deep awe at deeper mysteries. Filled with parallel fifths and deceptive cadences, their unexpected harmonic interperetations of familiar melodies sound almost medieval, but the intricate rhythms are thoroughly modern. Their music is a glorious fusion of high art and low---uniquely fitting for remembrance of the God who came down and clothed himself in human flesh.
12.02.2005
Muncha! Muncha! Muncha!
Yes, it's true. I buy my children breakfast cereal based on the toys that come in the box.
Er... well... at least when Cheerios stuffs their boxes with cheaply bound editions of fantastic children's picture books.
Contrary to my first impression, Muncha! Muncha! Muncha! is not a vehicle for Cheerios ads, but rather is a gem of a book, with a new twist on the familiar theme of the gardener vs. the bunnies.
The wuggies love it, but I think I get even more excited over it than they do. The musician in me delights in its form and structure. Lots of repetition, growing in complexity with each iteration, and vast variety in the creative references to those flop-eared puff-tails. An exquisite balance of simplicity and complexity, unity and diversity. Not to mention the delightful onomonopoea, always a wonderful thing, and especially at this age.
All in all, a fantastic book... one which I will most definitely replace when the boys inevitably destroy this copy.
Tippy, tippy, tippy, pat....
Muncha! Muncha! Muncha!
Er... well... at least when Cheerios stuffs their boxes with cheaply bound editions of fantastic children's picture books.
Contrary to my first impression, Muncha! Muncha! Muncha!
is not a vehicle for Cheerios ads, but rather is a gem of a book, with a new twist on the familiar theme of the gardener vs. the bunnies.The wuggies love it, but I think I get even more excited over it than they do. The musician in me delights in its form and structure. Lots of repetition, growing in complexity with each iteration, and vast variety in the creative references to those flop-eared puff-tails. An exquisite balance of simplicity and complexity, unity and diversity. Not to mention the delightful onomonopoea, always a wonderful thing, and especially at this age.
All in all, a fantastic book... one which I will most definitely replace when the boys inevitably destroy this copy.
Tippy, tippy, tippy, pat....
Muncha! Muncha! Muncha!
Zzzzzzip!
Mama has a new sweater.
It is very spiffy. It has a zipper. Zippers are lots of fun.
Next time, Mama's going to wear a tank top under her sweater.
Oh yes.
It is very spiffy. It has a zipper. Zippers are lots of fun.
Next time, Mama's going to wear a tank top under her sweater.
Oh yes.
12.01.2005
Freudian slip?
I just went to napquest.com.
There I found hotel ads galore, lying in wait for weary travelers such as I.
There I found hotel ads galore, lying in wait for weary travelers such as I.
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