A few weeks ago I met Lindsey at the Sunken Gardens to shoot her little charges as a surprise for their parents, my dear friends. I love these kiddos and it was fun to try to capture their energy and unique traits while also trying to get four active kids in one shot.
Nothing says “let’s paint!” like last year’s Easter hat, eh?
Coming up with fun summer activities isn’t hard. Implementing them, on the other hand, is a challenge. By the time I pull out all the paints, newspaper and other necessary materials, Liv is knee-deep in the activity. By the time Liv’s mommy is knee-deep in creative pursuit, Liv is DONE! and she’s moving on to the next thing. Still, I love doing crafts with Livia and I’m glad my kiddo enjoys stuff like this.
On this particular morning we grabbed some new white tanks from the previous summer and turned them into wearable artwork for my niece Madeleine.
This is Shiloh. He’s quite the character these days. I feel like I’m saying “no” all the time now. “No, you may not eat that napkin!” “No, stop jumping on the couch!” “No, no barking from your kennel!” And last but not least, “No, stop biting Liv!!”
Shiloh is like a slightly naughty toddler that irritates you with persistent bad behavior while charming you with utter cuteness. He’s teething, which helps explain all the biting and chewing he’s doing, and he’s constantly growing. We’re supposed to feed him two times a day, but when he turns those dark puppy eyes on me while standing by his giant bag of food, I just know he needs a little more to eat. I’m the sucker in the family. And as the big weenie, I am the one Shiloh follows much of the day. Jeremy, the consistent disciplinarian and alpha male, earns all the respect but a little less loving. It’s not fair and I know it.
Shiloh is also the packiest pack dog I’ve ever had. If the family is upstairs, then every fiber of his being wants (no, *needs!*) to be upstairs, too. His place is by our sides and he’s quite the faithful little Coton.
We love our little pooch.
This little exercise has been floating around Facebook and I ignored it until Kristen posted her list today. Fifteen books that you’ll always remember in 15 minutes or less… Here ya go! (In order from earliest read to most recently read.)
Little House on the Prairie, Laura Ingalls Wilder
Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
Charlotte’s Web, E.B. White
Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery
Passion and Purity, Elisabeth Elliot
Sarum, Edward Rutherford
The Wheel of Time (#1), Robert Jordan
Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry
What’s So Amazing About Grace, Philip Yancey
Lord of the Rings trilogy, J.R.R. Tolkien
The Brothers K, David James Duncan
Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
The Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss
Raising Your Spirited Child, Mary Sheedy Kurcinka
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, Barbara Kingsolver
One of my favorite pics of Liv napping. For more info, read my Flickr description.
Naps have amazing, restorative powers.
Livia gave up napping at 3.5 years. I nearly wept in despair and wondered how I could possibly fill our days with activities and not perish in exhaustion from the effort. Yes, we did institute a quiet time before she gave up naps. (It was something that we worked into our days with persistence and a fair amount of battling; quiet times definitely didn’t come naturally around here!) I found myself nodding off during an afternoon movie or pushing for a brief respite during those supposedly “quiet” times. And though it was obvious to anyone around us that Liv would benefit from a nap, the kid just wouldn’t do it. I think the saying “You can take a horse to water but you can’t make it drink” fits perfectly here. I could enforce a room-only policy, but there was no way I could make my daughter close her eyes and relax.
The strangest thing has happened this summer, though. Livia has started napping again. She’ll go into quiet time, mess around with toys for awhile, and then the house grows oddly quiet. No tambourine clashes blast through the door, no storytelling to dollies, no dawdling trips to the bathroom, nothing.
Aaaaaaahhhhh.
Naptime. Sweet, sweet sleep, available to Liv, to me, and to Jeremy if he’s on his lunch break.
Napping has it’s rewards we’ve since learned. Liv is much gentler, less dramatic, more enjoyable and friendlier after naptime. She tends to avoid the pre-dinner meltdown and also has energy for a late-evening walk around the neighborhood. The real kicker is, if we keep the naps to an hour or less, she’s still ready to go to bed at a decent time. It’s a win-win situation.
Now if only we can convince American businesses to commit to siestas… I think it’d be a positive cultural change, don’t you? : )
Jeremy has just come through an ordeal. Yesterday he checked into the outpatient surgery center of a local hospital in order to get rid of a few kidney stones, and he ended up being admitted due to the excruciating pain afterwards.
I don’t know why I’m posting… other than the fact that I want to say how much I love my husband—I can hardly think straight, much less write decent sentences. I stayed with Jeremy before, during, and after the procedure (which basically blasted the large stone to bits via ultrasound), and felt incredibly helpless as I witnessed his pain. Really, I wished that I could have taken some of that agony on me. You know when morphine doesn’t help you’re in a bad situation.
I’m grateful for the nursing staff—they did a great job of helping as they could. I’m grateful for the bevy of drugs available to us. I’m grateful for friends and family who watched for Liv and Shiloh, and who fed us and continually prayed for us. I’m grateful for Jeremy, that the Lord relieved him of the most dreadful kind of pain, and that he is on the path to recovery now. I love love love my husband.
I’m also grateful for my own bed. I’m off to find it now.
This is a posed shot. Posed by Livia who has been interested in microphones her entire life. No one who knows this child is surprised she has a microphone in her hand. I’m wondering what God has planned for this one.
On the drive home this evening as I encountered a serene Nebraska sunset and reflected on the hospitality I had just received, my grandma Iola’s words came to mind: All this and heaven, too.
Yep, all this and heaven, too.
Worship hit a reset button in me tonight. I was reset from faulty thinking. Reset from navel-gazing. Reset from myself. Reset to heaven. “Heaven, too” seems to be the focus of Grandma’s phrase and Tobey drove the point home from the pulpit tonight. From Jesus’s Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 5, the truth is clear: we can’t make it to heaven on our own. The standard of perfection, though we certainly attempt to attain it, can’t be reached, no way, no how. All of us, try as we may to avoid it, deal with anger, lust, lies, despising one another. But there is good news, there is Christ. He died for our sins, once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, God’s gift to us. Heaven, too? Yes, definitely, by the grace of the cross.
The “all this” swept over me on my short country drive. As a lullaby played from the CD player, my beautiful (hilarious, vivacious, sweet, fill-in-the-blank) daughter rested in the back seat. Liv can be such a handful at times, but goodness, my cup runneth over with her. Today I marveled at how and why God gave someone as wonderful and complex as Liv to two people like Jeremy and me. God only knows. Tonight my heart is full.
“All this” also includes Redeemer, our church. Week after week I am encouraged by Tobey’s preaching, by good friends, by opportunities to serve the body of Christ, and, I’ll be honest, by a good cup of coffee. “All this” for Redeemer includes a pretty amazing gift: a new church home. When we began meeting at Zion last June (we are, afterall, Zion’s daughter church), we anticipated moving out of that location within months. We prayed a lot for wisdom, continued to seek out new meeting places, and nothing worked out. Well, the hand of God moved, someone from Faith United Church of Christ contacted Tobey (I’m sure there’s another story here!), and we learned that they wanted to give this church away. The church, located in exactly in an area of town we want to serve, was dwindling in numbers and the leadership wanted it to be used—not as blacktop for game days, but as a house of God. (If we do end up with a few parking spots, I’m sure we’ll use them on game days. But that’s not the point of this paragraph.) In fact, when I toured the building initially, it was completely clear that the church wanted to give us everything—all the furnishings, all the fixtures, all the plates and spoons in the kitchen. A dollar was exchanged, to make things legal or something, and now we have a building. Unbelievable.
All this and heaven, too?
Absolutely.
God is good, all the time. All the time, God is good.
One day last week Livia wasn’t looking so hot, so I asked her how she felt. “Crumbly” was her response. (I told her I was crummy the other day. Ha!)
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Liv, explaining why she used the word “butt” in a conversation (when she knows I like the word “bottom” better):
I used “butt” because I like it. It starts with a B and has an S. And [shrug] it’s kinda funky.
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On when she’ll be allowed to light more dangerous fireworks. Short answer: when she’s an adult. Liv’s answer? A little more complex:
When I get big I’ll marry Seth, have a ball, and then light them on the Fourth of July.
Everyone who gets married has a ball, right? To which I say, thank you very much, Disney. To be honest, I don’t know which thought scares me more… the lighting of fiery explosions or my girl getting married.
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Final note. We’ve been talking about the birds and the bees quite a bit recently. Milo and Otis shows puppies and kitties being born (after which Liv asked for clarification, “Did she just poop kitties?”). So we picked up National Geographic’s Dogs & Cats in the Womb and, boy oh boy, did Liv get an education. Since then she and I have discussed eggs and “swimmers” (her term, not mine), menstrual cycles, miscarriage and locations of female body parts. My favorite Livia quote was when she referred to her “tiny womb” on a grocery store outing.
I love exploring life with this kid!
Sidenote: I used the fast-forward button at the start of that National Geographic program. I am so not ready to discuss the entirety of procreation with my five year old.
