I can post this picture now because Livia’s back to her normal self this evening. This morning she informed me that she was going to throw up and I didn’t believe her. (Note to self: Next time, believe her.) My poor punkin was hit by a virus almost all day and I was almost shocked by how Sick Liv varied so greatly from Everyday Liv. Sick Liv decided to lie down on the living room rug and didn’t move from that position for hours. Sick Liv also slept soundly while all sorts of action happened around her. It was sad. I’m glad Everyday Liv is back.
King of Cocoas.
Warm and sweet.
A must-have
when the furnace breaks.
I may not have heat.
But I’ll always have cocoa.
The eagle has landed. The Israelites have entered the Promised Land. Zion Church has a new location. Okay, okay. So the eagle and wandering Hebrews comments are an exaggeration, but we are indeed thrilled to have a new structure to call “home.” It was delightful to walk through new (new-to-us rather) hallways and rooms this morning and see familiar items like framed pictures and coffee tables from the remnants at 9th & D. I have a new Flickr set with my other shots from this morning’s dedication service. We praise God for His provision for us!
Sometime between midnight and 8:00am, the rain fell… and froze… and created glistening statues of nature’s smallest beauties. My sister-in-law Kristin is right–there is something very poetic about this type of storm. From the crunch of frozen grass blades beneath my shoes to the canceled parades and miscellaneous Saturday morning plans, the frozen rain was indeed a force of nature.
Hurray, the December Photo Project is underway! Check out all the bloggers participating (see sidebar to right) and support them with your comments of encouragement. This year we also have a Flickr pool, if you feel like contributing that way. If you are participating, and haven’t received a pool invite, leave me a comment below.
The December Photo Project begins tomorrow!
I suppose this means I should remember to take my camera with me when I leave the house. If not, I imagine the blog will be subjected to late-night shots of my Walmart Christmas tree.
So far the DPP challenge has been picked up by women only. Any men dare to join up? Any last-minute takers? Tomorrow the fun begins.
My friend Erin Wood creates and sells these adorable bears and burp cloths. I think it’s a perfect Christmas (or shower) gift for a new baby. Erin is relying on word-of-mouth advertising–and I want to help her out in any way possible. Afterall, she was the coolest RA at Covenant College during my time there.
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The December Photo Project is back for the third year!
Come one, come all. Grab your cameras and join me in a photography challenge for the first 25 days of December. Snap a picture each day and show the world what you’re looking at! Drop a comment on the Prairie Box or email me privately, and we’ll list your blog under a DPP heading off to the right once December rolls around.
The excitement begins December 1. Join us! (And stayed tuned for more info about a Flickr Pool…)
**Bounced back to the top of the blog for now.
Pushing my shopping cart outside of Target this morning, I hit a few big bumps, jostled some very hot Starbucks Christmas Blend all over my purse and gloves, and yelled something to the tune of, “Oh crap! The coffee!”
Pause.
“Cap?” my little pitcher asked.
“Mmm, the coffee cap–you know, the lid?–came off.” My brain was so frazzled that my deceptive explanation actually made sense at the time. Only now that I’m typing it out I realize that the “caps” didn’t come off; coffee just blasted through the drink openings.
After we were settled in the car, with the heater cranked up, I heard Livia quietly explain some other cussing options from her carseat, “You could say ‘Oh stupid!’ or ‘Boogers!'”
Was it the fish food-covered poop in the bathroom? (Don’t ask.)
Or was it the chocolate-scented chapstick applied to the Christmas tree? (“I’m just pretending, Mom!”)
Perhaps it was the “talk to the hand” gesture sent in my direction not once, but twice at the dinner table. (She truly didn’t understand what she was doing with that one.)
Or maybe it was the umpteenth time in a day where I cleaned up spilled water.
Whatever it was, I am a tired mama tonight. Where’s a little Bailey’s when a girl needs it?
A few friends wondered if we were growing a beanstalk in our front yard. Though our young catalpa tree certainly has been through an awkward stage–all leggy with enormous leaves–it truly is a tree and not a beanstalk. And because I’m obsessed with close-up shots, here ’tis, the wee catalpa in all its winter glory.