Wednesday, December 07, 2011
Mom: She's a bulldog, so she just looks like that all the time.
Chase: Sometimes I get sad when I poop in the floor.
Chase: The yellow is smashing.
Mom:You mean the yellow light is flashing (at an intersection)? (realizing we thought it was cute Chase says smashlight instead of flashlight... now Chase has graduated to the gerund form of smashlight)
Chase: Yes that would be wonderful, mommy! (referring to chocolate milk)
Chase: Can we listen to huh-rise huh-rise please? (the "Arise, my soul, arise" song is his favorite car song)
Sophie: (copying Chase) "her-riiiise" "her-iiiiiise!"
Sophie: No! No! we-we! (telling Zoe she can't come through the gate as she sticks out her leg just as mommy does to block Zoe.)
Chase: Do you want to take a bath Sophie?
Sophie: Uh-uh (shaking her head)
Chase: I think she wants to stay stinky, mama.
Mom: Sophie. Look! Who is this ornament?
Sophie: We-we (referring to Zoe). Buh! (followed by 5 min of laughter. Apparently hanging a fat bulldog ornament on a Christmas tree is funny to a one year old.)
Mom: Do you know what these are for? (referring to Christmas stockings hanging over the fireplace)
Chase: For your shoes. (pretty clever kid. only there are 4 right feet.)
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
- For cards, have ordered them from shutterfly (totally redeemed all of my PAMPERS rewards!) and they are on the way.... yep I dressed us in Christmas colors at Thanksgiving with that in mind.... though the photo doesn't do justice to Sophie's adorableness. I look foward to collecting Christmas cards from everyone and putting them on the back of my front door. I usually quiz Chase on who everyone is. I'm sure Sophie will rip them off and give them to me (READ: WARNING-send us your Christmas card early so that you don't get stuck at the bottom of my door where your card might be eaten/torn/crumpled by my one-year-old!!)
So that's what's in store this year. Haven't tackled the tree yet or much decor... I think I'm in disbelief that tomorrow is December!
Monday, November 21, 2011
a) that B sent this to me b/c of my owl-obsession
b) that I have the same expression when hubby rubs my forehead after a long day!
c) or that I asked B if we could get an owl for a pet after watching the video at least 3 times in a row.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
My little helpers with their aprons on
Halloween Pretzel pops
- put large marshmallows on end of a pretzel rod
- dip in melted chocolate
- dip in sprinkles or whatever topping you wish
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Me: "I don't know."
Chase: "I think he went to get food. At the store. Yeah he went to Krogers."
Chase to Sophie: "You're beautiful Soap-ee. You are a gerber daisy!"
Chase to me: "Hey mama. I just love you so much sometimes."
Chase: "I want a BIG marshmallow. Can Sophie have a treat? She gets a little marshmallow because she's a little girl."
Chase: "Daddy I need to hold you." (meaning he wants to be picked up by daddy)
Me: "Sophie do you want your sleep sack on over your pjs?"
Sophie: "uhum" (Exaggerated nod)
Chase: "Can I get the camera? I want to take a picture of the penguin!" (referring to Sophie with her sleep sack on)
Chase (post-bath): "Look mama! We are 2 nakies!"
Me: "Chase, do you know what those are called?" (pointing to Sophie's tights)
Chase: "Those are her chunkies!" (which is what we affectionately term babylegs in our household)
After (with his treat):
Friday, September 23, 2011
Appalachian music, the cool breeze (through our windows that NOW have screens!!!), the JMU colored Mums in our front yard, car rides with the windows down, pumpkin patches, fall wreaths, hiking, hayrides, fleece pullovers, the rainbow of leaves that adorn the Blue ridge mountains, smores, reading by the fireplace, and SPICED APPLE CIDER!!!
And the newest of our fall collection...
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sophie giving mama kisses
Playing peekaboo with her bib
What I like to call "Sophie's full range of emotions": sleepy, angry, bored, self-entertained, agitated, then full of laughter. With enough under the table tickling, I turned my whiney Whited into a giggly girl.
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
B: Chase who is that? (pointing to his sister)
Chase: "Dat's Soap-ee. She's my best friend" (He came up with that all on his own!)
Chase (at bedtime): (Point to his eyes) "These eyelashes?"
Me: "Yes sweety, those are your eyelashes."
Chase: (looks confused and points again)
Me: "Those are your eyebrows. See eyelashes, and those ones are eyebrows."
Chase: "You....you brush those?" (pointing to his eyebrows)
Me: (giggling inside) "Yes. Mommy brushes those." (He's seen my use my eyebrow brush)
Chase: "But daddy doesn't brush those."
Me: "No. He just has a brush for his hair."
Chase: "Only mommies brush those."
Me: "Uhmmm. Well most people don't brush their eyebrows." (now hysterically laughing at how this odd conversation has turned into more like a counseling session) "But your mommy does."
Me: (contemplating the best way to convey my hair issues) "well, I guess because they are curly and I have a lot of them."
Chase: "I want to squish her!"
Me: "You mean you want to squeeze her? Like hug her? "
Chase: "No! I want to squish her."
Chase: "Please tickle my feet. And I can tickle your hand, if you tickle my feet."
Chase: "Why you no take a shower in the downstairs bathroom?"
Me: "Because the upstairs one is closer to my clothes. And then I'd have to run upstairs nakey! I don't wanna do that!
Chase: "But I like to run around nakey!"
Chase: "Look mama. I'm dancing. This part is Zumba."
Mommy: "Chase you are a funny guy."
Chase: "Yes. Yes... I AM funny. I am a funny guy."
(you may stop here if this is Too Much Information. I always resolved not to blog about any bodily functions as I'm easily grossed out by how commonplace it is to put it on the web, but consider this for humor sake)
Chase doing his victory dance: "POOOOPY DANCE! POOOOOOPY DANCE!" (as he runs around pantless)
Monday, August 22, 2011
Devoted to my son, Chase Alexander
I know the real battle lies within
But even the outward, I’d be content to win
A heart of stone I can attest
So apparent at two
Also buried deep in my chest
Like a miniature mirror reflecting my sin
You walk around in need of Him
Only Christ can make your spirit new
So look to Him, for your worth and value
Even though God placed me over you
He knew I would falter and need Him too
And when I fail to do what I say
Let me not be your stumbling block, but instead pray
That I would shepherd you well in truth and grace
With understanding that you face what I face
The words He’s given me I now give you
Obey His commands, for they are right and true.
My heels are bruised from digging in
I refuse to let my toddler win!
Get out your shield. Get out the armor.
The battle is worth fighting! I have waged the war!
Your soul is at stake and the winner takes all
Parenting is only the microcosm,
Let us not forget the Fall.
The greater battle involves man and the snake
Evil has made its way in, now our eternity is at stake.
Cling to Jesus in the face of the serpent, my dear son
Take courage that the victory is already won!
The greater battle is inward you see!
Not about all the rules given by mommy.
Those are there to point you on the narrow path.
That you may inherit God’s blessing and not His wrath.
In this fight we are on the same side.
Against us the world, flesh, and devil collide.
They will all compete for the throne of your heart
This has been man’s struggle, even from the start.
The bruises we have from digging in
Are windows to the greater war of sin.
The mundane arguments encompassing this season of life
Are not without pain, not without strife.
But rather the fuel that forces us to our knees
Confessing aloud our guilty pleas
We eagerly bow our heads to receive
Your forgiveness, your love, your empathy
We reflect on the cost of our own stubbornness
How relentless our sin! But how much greater Your rest!
We remember that You paid the greater price
By Your atoning sacrifice.
By Your Spirit our salvation is sealed
And by Your wounds we are healed.
(Gen 3:15 & Isaiah 53:5-6)
Friday, August 19, 2011
He knows 1-20, is learning opposites, and all his ABC's and is becoming very good at jigsaw puzzles (the cardboard kind without any border as opposed to the wooden kind for toddlers). He works with daddy on the catechism and seems like he understand more and more about God and His creation. He says things like "you are beautiful Zoe" or "Soap-eeee. She's cute!" or "I love you da-da." He seems to understand manners and being compassionate more and more as he'll often say "I'm sorry 'bout dat mama" or "here ya go Soap-ee" (giving her a toy to make her happy). He also tells me about his dreams which 99.9999% of the time involve Lightning McQueen or Mater. He is eating better (as in more variety) but it is still often a struggle to get him to eat. Some days he will clean his plate and other days it's a battle to get him to eat one bite. We are in the throws of potty training. Let's just say the will of a toddler is a powerful thing. (READ: pray for Krisha in this! It can be super discouraging at times.) On the bright side, Chase gets lots of gummy bears ("yummy bears") , M&Ms ("emmawemms") and marshmallows as his treats for going. Currently his favorite toy is his lightning McQueen with his flashlight which he calls "smashlight". Brian and I thought it was funny the first time we heard it, we haven't felt the need to correct it. They are only 3 once, right?
She does this funny thing were she likes to crawl into my lap and turns around and plop! (but then she doesn't stay there for very long). She tried it on Chase today by backing up and sitting on him. Quite funny. Then she leans her head back to touch his head. Very cute.
Her favorite expressions are:
"milk" (signs it)
"MEEEE!" (I think she's meaning "more" or "mine")
"Thank you" (she both says it and signs it)
"Doggy" (she says and signs it- patting her leg)
"Buh" (also referring to doggies or specifically Zoe. You mean you don't teach your kids that dogs say "buh." FYI that's bulldog for "woof!")
and recently sounds like she might be trying to say "all done" and "buddy" (referring to Chase)
This duo rarely ever sleeps at the same time. (i.e. I am almost always up potty training or making sure Sophie is cared for.) She's still at the age where she does not like me checking on laundry and leaving her in the play room. She will stand at the gate and scream. Thankfully Zoe is a good buffer b/c she distracts Sophie and then she wants to pet the doggy.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I have to start out a heavy-heart blog with a little bit of humor, right? I've had many thoughts over the past years. But since I've had children, since I've been married, since I've recently traveled to some far out places, since I've lived abroad on my own in VZ, since I've had the commuting/working long hours in a big city and now the stay-at-home mom in a small city life; since I've turned 30, I am realizing that life is so so different than what I thought. For example, everyone (myself included) thinks that they have certain standards until their circumstances change and they are forced to revise their standards. But the issue is that most of us are busy trying to control our circumstances so that revision is never needed.
One example I faced years ago when I was living as a single overseas was my standard of eating. I always told myself that I not only liked healthy food because it's healthy but also because it tasted good. That is it worth the money to have fresh fruit and veg and that I would eat less quantity if I had to make up for not having the money to always buy it. But then when you live in a place where the country's resources don't allow you to have that standard - what do you do? What do you do if you go to the market and they don't have fresh fruit and no one culturally eats raw vegetables and thus you can't find them? Do you pay exorbitant amounts to have people ship things to you? Do you go to a bigger city? Because then you are breaking your standard of "I just can't live with myself paying $8 for 3 pieces of fruit." Or maybe you are breaking your acculturation standard of: "here I am trying to be one with the people and I am putting up a cultural barrier by leaving the town to get better groceries because their groceries aren't good enough" just to satisfy your other standard of "I will eat healthy no matter what"!! Have you ever been in a place where your standards seem to be at war?
We recently took a trip overseas to a place where my standards of hygiene and safety were completely at war with my standards of culture (and being that ethnocentric American who thinks our country is the best in everything). I HATE the thought of being that ethnocentric American. I know, deep down, I am very American and yet I always sought to respect other cultures and their differences.... or so I thought. Heck, we ALL think that of ourselves until we put ourselves in these situations where we have to choose between standards. The reality is most of us avoid putting ourselves in any situation where we would compromise any of our standards.
I kept asking if it just plain wrong or "different" that there is no sewage systems and that babycarseats cannot be found (much less seat belts). I had to laugh at the traffic conductor who was waving a wand while cars, buses, CNG's, rickshaws, and (in my opinion) very brave pedestrians were crossing without even acknowledging the stoplights much less the baton-guy. We joked that perhaps he was fanning himself. There was one point in the trip where we were in a motorized rickshaw and my husband says "hey wifey, you'd better lock your door." And my response was "Umm.. I don't have a door." I had to laugh out loud at the point. Our American mind thinks "control" and "safety- first!" And it just didn't seem to mesh with the Eastern relativism of "anything goes" and "who needs rules?"
My point is that we always see ourselves in a better light until we are in those hard and often dark circumstances. If anyone has read "The Life of Pi," you get my gist. (He' appalled with the thought of killing ANYTHING whether animal or human or insect. But after enough starvation and survival, Pi must choose to revise.) Anyone can claim to have a heart for the poor and homeless until you go to Asia and are confronted with too many beggars to count. All of us think we are compassionate (especially to the handicapped or the mentally challenged) until you are presented with the question of whether or not you will house this homeless person or special needs person in the room next to your infant. Most of us would be okay with living under our means and using some of our savings to help the community in some way, right? But there is ALWAYS A LINE WE DRAW.
We want to be generous, but not when our own security is at stake. We want our children to be around kids of other socioeconomic classes and yet we don't want the issues that come with that (that they may pick up bad habits or be exposed to things we don't approve of). We pride ourselves as Americans who LOVE freedom and "don't judge." But how many of us can honestly put ourselves (or better yet choose to put ourselves) in a place where we are willing to sacrifice our own freedom for the sake of others?
Everytime I venture overseas (no matter what the culture- LatinAmerica, SE Asia, or wherever), I am reminded by how all of us seek to control our circumstances, uphold our standards, and avoid anything that may make us question- why do I have this standard? And what am I living this way for? That is NOT to say we should live without standards. But our hearts are definitely opposed to analyzing our standards and the reasons behind them. We don't like too much introspection because with it come the skeletons in our closet. Why not just stay right where we are and never change anything? Wouldn't that make like much simpler? After all, simplicity is what we are going for in life, right? (read with sarcasm)
- As a high schooler, I had the standard that I'd definitely have a phD of some sort by the time I had a family. After all, I defined myself by my academic achievements and my ability to scale the ladder and prove myself. (On a funny note, a fellow high school grad asked me at my 10th year reunion what I did now. He said "Krisha was like the smartest person in our class. Are you like a doctor now?" Then I told him I stay at home with my children. He was shocked!)
- As a college student, I thought I'd perfectly balance my friends, family, spiritual life, etc. I had the standard of reading every book in every textbook and appreciating what my parents made possible for me when they put me through college. I had the standard of ALWAYS taking time to celebrate birthdays. I had the standard of always having some exercise outlet. I had the standard of always taking time to encourage friends. I thought myself an excellent communicator..... then ....I got married!! Boy, do I think differently of myself now!
- Seminary came and the standard I had of "I will never commute more than 30 min. or pay tolls to earn a wage" went out the window. The standard of "I will use my college degree and press on for a further degree" was set aside for the sake of supporting my family. (I guess I can at least say we kept our "no debt" standard).
- But even that was challenged when we left seminary, jobless and with a newborn. All the planning we did to ensure financial security while starting a family seemed thrown out the window by uncontrollable circumstances. Our standard of "why rent when it's so much smarter to buy as long as you don't incur debt" was put on hold as we continued renting. Even my "I will never allow myself to be at home with a kid and without a car" (just for safety reasons) was compromised in efforts to live off of one car while we secured jobs. The standard of "I have always and will always keep up with cleaning my car and I refuse to be a bad steward of the few things that I own" (as I never pay for carwashes or things I can do myself) morfed into a dirty car over the years where the side paneling is falling off. I guess I didn't give in and pay $ to have it cleaned, but I cringe at the duct tape and think "how tacky" and yet "how far I've come Lord to letting go of things my pride held onto." God has surely been gracious to me. He's provided a way for us to exercise back when we lacked finances to belong to a gym; He's allowed us to invest our $ in a home rather than rent. He's provided clothing for our kids... I've learned that there's no shame in hand-me-downs and even though I still value dressing nicely, I can let it go if my kids don't have the most modern outfits for the sake of saving some $. I've learned to borrow and trade and coupon, rather than just buy. All that said, I'm still in process of revising my standards. I haven't arrived yet, nor will I ever this side of heaven. I still wrestle with the fact that my car does not have a means to which I can play music other than radio. Pretty cheesy right? But hey I grew up with a family who loves music and you'd think every car would have the ability to play a CD or ipod even if you use an adapter, right? Nope. 90's tapedeck here. Sounds like pacman is on a crunching spree in between every music note. The key is to insert and eject the adapter tape at least 3 times and then the volume chimes in. But anyways, would I have ever stood for this before? My pride still struggles not to care what I have. Not to care what people think. Not to compare! (yep, I'm female) Not to put so much emphasis on the temporal when there is an eternity out there that needs to be lived for God's glory starting now!
"I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please. Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. I don’t want enough of God to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant. I want ecstasy, not transformation. I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth. I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack. I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please."-- Wilbur Rees
Option 1) We see something convicting and say "that's terrible. Well, I'm definitely not in THAT category" and we start to self-justify how are aren't really THAT bad or how we don't need to repent or allow God to change us because we really aren't that bad and we resent anything that makes us feel convicted by saying "I will not feel guilty. There is no need for me to change. I am just fine the way I am!"
Option 2) We see something convicting and go "wow. Lord. Yep. Guilty." But it doesn't end there. We don't stay in our guilt. We confess. We "own it." We man up or in my case "woman up." And say, "God I surrender." I need You to grow my heart to care about You above all things. And we are forgiven. And He gives us strength to change.
So back to the beginning quote. We don't "totally redeem ourselves." Christ can. And does.
"Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Bruised and broken by the fall; If you tarry 'til you're better, You will never come at all. Not the righteous, not the righteous; Sinners Jesus came to call. Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him. This He gives you, this He gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam."