Thursday, January 31, 2008

My Little Liturgist

It's still above his listening comprehension, but Peter likes to watch over my shoulder as I read his Jesus Storybook outloud. I find it interesting that he won't let me read any other book to him these days, especially since his other ones are age-appropriate. At any rate, he surprised me even more today by leaning over and kissing the gospel.

I don't mean he kissed one of the pictures. He kissed the actual text, in Episcopal fashion. Peter hasn't seen that done since he was in church with us at three months old.

Tom and I joke that we've got a Catholic on our hands. Since Christmas, he sometimes cries out "Mary!" when throwing a fit. Now this.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

The Title Below is YouTube's, Not Mine.

Definitely not mine.

16 yo treats ACA like the punks they are. Well done!!!

I'm glad I saw this yesterday. The interaction on the sunglasses was, to me, worse than the party. It made it easy to stick to my guns this morning when Peter's defiance hit fever pitch.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Signs of Aging #34

I take my child to a babysitter once a week, when she gets home from school. She lives at the end of the block from her junior high. The other day, her mother called to say they'd be late getting home. We had freezing rain, so her mom was getting in the long carpool line to bring her daughter home.

I thought to myself about how spoiled today's youth are. Isn't this what coats and umbrellas are for? I have no memories of getting door-to-door service due to the weather.

Then I realized that I sound like an old man: "In my day, we walked a mile to school. Through the snow. Barefoot." Sometimes I was barefoot, but I didn't live where it snowed. We didn't even have freezing rain. I lived in Hawaii, and I rode the bus.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

The Flower Anniversary

Tom and I married 4 years and 3 hours ago.

I'll never forget the night we returned home from our honeymoon to our condo-- which less than a week earlier had been my condo alone. We bumbled about unpacking, feeling a little awkward in our newly-shared place, then Tom said he needed to "pick something up" from his old house. When he came back (empty-handed, I must add), he rang the doorbell for me to answer.

Oh, the shyness of it all! The butterflies, the excitement, the wondering when it would feel normal to be married! How I would love to relive one of those days...

Though I cherish the comfort and intimacy we know now.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008


I'm still nursing Peter to sleep at bedtime, and he is still welcome to come to our bed later, but if I should get pregnant in the next year... I'd like to know that only one baby is going to need my "milks" at 2:00 a.m.

Since my previous attempts to sleep train Peter have been nothing short of disasterous, I've been waiting and watching for a window to give nightweaning a try. Lately, his nursing has been shorter, and he's big into things going to sleep. For instance, he has to turn his cars over on their backs before going to bed so that they are all "sleeping." Those things, combined with the fact that he is not sick or teething, had me thinking that perhaps the time was ripe.

And you know what? I've been right. At least for the past four nights! No tears have been shed, almost no sleep has been lost, and Peter has gone back to sleep easily with little more than a whisper that "the milks are sleeping."

I'm stupefied. This is Peter. Where is our battle? How could this be so easy? I hope I haven't jinxed myself by sharing this, but I dare say that the nightweaning I have viewed with such dread has been downright painless. For both of us.

Sunday, January 6, 2008


Isaiah 60:2 For behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; but the LORD will arise upon you, and his glory will be seen upon you. 3 And nations shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your rising. 4 Lift up your eyes all around, and see; they all gather together, they come to you.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

The Twelfth Night

I'd like to begin a new tradition next year: hosting a Twelfth Night celebration for friends and family. Or perhaps an Epiphany celebration on January 6th, which I guess is actually the 12th Day of Christmas, if you count by the Jewish and medieval custom of each day beginning at sunset.

Though if it's a Twelfth Night celebration, I could still have up my Christmas decorations without incurring bad luck. (What a fool I am for superstition! My husband is horrified.)

At any rate-- I hope this Christmastide has been as blessed for you as for my little family.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Christmas Day 11: Bells Gin Peez

Translation: "Play 'Jingle Bells' again, Mama, even though we've been listening to it for the past twenty minutes." This is one year I won't be sad to pack away the Christmas cd's. Though hearing Peter try to sing along with "Silent Night" will rank among my more precious memories.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Christmas Day 10: Celebrating Fulfillment

Isaiah 11:1 A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit. 2 The Spirit of the LORD will rest on him-- the Spirit of wisdom and of understanding, the Spirit of counsel and of power, the Spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD-- 3 and he will delight in the fear of the LORD. He will not judge by what he sees with his eyes, or decide by what he hears with his ears; 4 but with righteousness he will judge the needy, with justice he will give decisions for the poor of the earth. He will strike the earth with the rod of his mouth; with the breath of his lips he will slay the wicked. 5 Righteousness will be his belt and faithfulness the sash around his waist.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Christmas Day 9: Reading

While I may be an Episcopalian, in a denomination that many refer to as "Catholic-lite", I'm as Protestant as a reformed Presbyterian. Nevertheless, I'm a huge fan of Anglo-Catholic Elizabeth Goudge, whose books I devour like fine chocolates. Christmas celebrations figure largely in everything I've ever read of hers. My absolute favorite is The Dean's Watch.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Christmas Day 8: Jesus, the Worn Baby

Leave it to Susie, baby-carrying guru and the brain behind the most extradordinary babywearing blog I've seen yet, to find this 12th century rendering of the flight from Egypt. Is it a Maya? A Hotsling? No, ladies, it's a do-it-yourself pouch with fabric and a knot. Just goes to show how affordable carriers can be! I'd take this over a bjorn any day of the week: