Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Of pediatrics

Hello. Just a few pictures of recent chilluns. Also, I broke our camera. Hee hee. Jim thinks I did it on purpose because I wanted a nicer one but that is not true. An hour-and-a-half ride in a tight-because-I'm-on-a-motorcycle-jean pocket will do that to a camera if it's trying to come on for said hour-and-a-half. I'm sorry. It was an accident.

I recently helped Friend Julie babysit some children from our church so their mothers could take a much needed lunch break together.

This is Kate. She has a loose tooth. Or HAD a loose tooth. She told me as soon as I walked in the door. Which reminds me of a story Julie told me about a little boy in her Sunday School class. He left a note to the tooth fairy that went something like this:
Dear toothfairy,
I lost my tooth and it is under my pillow. My name is Aiden. I am the one in the bed.

This is Jacob. And blogger likes to change the color of my font randomly. I'm not going to fight it. Jacob looks so much like his father (our associate pastor) it's almost weird helping him button his pants.

This is Graham. He likes Buzz Lightyear and wants YOU to be a Space Ranger! He could probably set a world record for peeing. It was like, dashinjust asJacobmovedunzippeezipupshoutDONE!dashout. Whoa. Jacob was still washing his hands. Graham got called back to wash his hands.

Graham also likes to put his shoes on by himself. And his crocs were brown, not purple.

This is Karis (see what I mean about the color?). She is from China. Kate introduced Jim and I to her new sister just like that. "I am Kate and this is Karis and she's from China!!" Jim was like, "What?!" Later he laughed and said, "I wonder how long Karis will put up with Kate introducing her like that."
Karis loves her milk.

Very much.

Jacob's squinty-eyed grin.

Jake drooled on the table for a little bit then slept in the midst of all the other children playing. Look at that wittle neck!

Kate with Cozy Coupe hair. Remember Cozy Coupes and the static they caused?

Post script in black: I got a job! Pediatric ICU here I come! I have no idea why they hired me. I have no experience in either of those fields. But, thank you God, they hired me! And I will earn the experience.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

It was fun.

About a month ago, my husband left me for Puerto Rico. Sniff.

His job required him to be there for two weeks.

So, being the grown-up young married woman that I am.... I went back to my parents house for a week. I hadn't seen them in three months and for those of you who don't know me, this was a tremendous amount of time. After being married for four weeks, Jim and I were coming back for Thanksgiving. As we entered my hometown's city limits, he said, "Welcome back! You do realize that this has been the longest amount of time you have been away, right?" And he was right!

Anyway... it was wonderful to be back. Although slightly weird. It's amazing how a mere six months of marriage can make "going back home" different.

We shoveled compost and played games and ate homemade pizza and watched movies and played duets. I folded laundry and cleaned out the fridge. I didn't tell my husband about the homemade pizza because I didn't want him to be jealous.
Sunday we planned on going to the park and grilling hotdogs and riding bikes. The forecast showed overcast, drizzly and cold. I assumed we wouldn't be going.

Never assume.

This is Jeff watching the entire bag of charcoal burn. He's having fun.

This is Caleb having fun while wishing the wood would burn because he is cold. The wood was wet so it just smoldered for a while. Wet and cold. This is why I assumed.

This is Asa having fun while toasting a chip.

This is Alisa having lots of fun while she breathes in the smoldering camp fire smoke.

Alisa has fun no matter where she goes because she dresses so smartly.

This is Dad. He really is having fun.

I have no idea who this person is. She just crashed our party. But I think she was scared that hunters might be out.... thus the extremity of that yellow.

This is Anna cheating.
Just kidding.

My mom had the most fun of all. But then, she did have a pretty sweet hat.

In all seriousness, we enjoyed each other.

Despite the yellow-clad stranger's hand monster.

The hotdogs were hot, the hummus was yummus, and the orange bell of Pit made an appearance. Then it was decided that, despite the fun of cold wind and wet benches, we would just have to go home and play Pit in our dry and warm living room. It was a hard decision.

Later I talked to Jim. I told him that it was cold and wet but we had had a lot of fun grilling hotdogs and playing card games and standing as close to the fire pit as we possibly could. So, what had he been doing?

Oh, snorkeling.

Flying over Monito,


and several pods of whales! One whale was doing acrobatics! Like the kind they normally do only for the nature show cameras!

He had also got to walk around some old ruins that overlooked the beach.

The weather was sunny and warm. He told me he loved me and wished I was there.

We hung up and I went inside and told Mom all that he was doing. To which she replied:

"You should have told him about the homemade pizza."

Friday, April 15, 2011

oh brother(s)

Pioneer Woman is having a photography contest. The subject matter is brothers. Look at these two gems.

This one makes me laugh so hard. The left one looks so nonchalant.

The mother of these two said that they were going for the whole "newborns snuggling look." But, after nine months of sharing the womb, they didn't want to snuggle. I mean, apparently! Is the one on the right choking the other?!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

zero point five year

Warning: Some cheesy sappiness is about to slap you in your face!

Six months ago today, there was a girl who was a very brand new wife. And a boy who was a very brand new husband. The girl had asked the boy a couple of weeks before: Please be patient with me. I know I'm being moody and you aren't getting much time. I've two more weeks with them. Just give me two more weeks with my family... and then I will be all yours.
And she got her two weeks of (even more) patience. And it was a bittersweet time.

Then, dear reader, she married him. And she promised to be completely his from then until death. They were scared and excited and tired and (she was) a little sad as they drove away. And she forgot her ENTIRE toiletry bag. She had to call her mom on the way to her wedding night. Yes, maybe it was a little on the mortifying side: "Um... hi, mom. Oh, yeah, we're almost there (AUGH!). Um... ( I know I just told a bunch of people that I was leaving my parents and cleaving to my husband.... but, I need you to find my toothbrush, please). Eventually, she was reunited with her deodorant and he loved her all the more for that. Hee hee.

She told me that the honeymoon was wonderful.

The girl and boy, day by day, are learning how to live for (and with) each other. And they are having the time of their lives.... even though she won't squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom, makes them run late everywhere, and is disorganized in an organized way... and he uses filing boxes for end tables, doesn't use a washcloth and is very organized in a disorganized way.

She hopes that he knows that despite all of her irritable moods, her fussy behavior, her selfish desires, and pouting moments... she always knows that he loves her. It's why she can't really be mad at him. It's hard to be mad at someone who loves you so relentlessly.

And she said that I could tell you that she loves him very very much. And that she is very very happy being his wife.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I have wasted such time

"One of the great uses of Twitter and Facebook will be to prove at the Last Day that prayerlessness was not from lack of time.” -John Piper

Jim has mentioned getting rid of the internet. But! But! How will I blog? How can I check the weather? How will I be able to check for job openings as various hospitals? How can I look up fun things to do in the area? How will I ....will I ... facebook?

How shaming.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Be still and know that He is God

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

If you haven't seen the movie Sweet Land, you should. The lines above are quoted and fit this peaceful film perfectly.

Words are few in the movie and almost absent between the two main characters. This makes you squirm at first, but please don't turn it off. And as monosyllabic conversation and glances advanced the love story, I was struck again by how we cannot stand the hush of it. We are so use to movies being fast and loud, making our brains dart here and there with the chaos. We want to laugh and cry and rock to the music with no time in between each verb. When a film makes us wait.... painfully so, for a happy development in the story, for humor, for "the kiss", for anything but this quiet!!, it makes us almost anxious. Hurry up! Entertain me faster!

I am trying very hard to not lose the ability to be still. To not be talking to someone or flipping to my favorite playlist whenever I am alone. To leave Pandora out of the picture when I am cooking. Even when I have a personal quiet time with God it is so trying to really and truly sit peacefully at his feet and shut out the anxiety and worry and noise of my mind. If He called me would I even hear Him?

"My dear Wormwood: Music and silence - how I detest them both! [...] Noise, the grand dynamism, the audible expression of all that is exultant, ruthless, and virile. [...] We will make the whole universe a noise in the end. We have already made great strides in this direction as regards the Earth. The melodies and silences of Heaven will be shouted down in the end. But I admit we are not yet loud enough, or anything like it. Research is in progress."

I think research in noise-making has made considerable progress in this world, don't you?

Now think of the quiet of Jesus. The stillness that he ordered of the sea and of demons. He told us in John 14:27, "Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you..." Elisabeth Elliott asks us, "What sort of peace has He to give us? A peace which was constant in the midst of ceaseless work (with few visible results), frequent interruptions, impatient demands, few physical comforts; a peace which was not destroyed by the arguments, the faithlessness, and hatred of the people. Jesus had perfect confidence in His Father, whose will He had come to accomplish. Nothing touched Him without His Father's permission. Nothing touches me without my Father's permission. Can I not then wait patiently? [...] He's got the whole world in His hands!"