Archive for April, 2010

But no for real and some junk

I like to blog, really I do.  But my friend Caroline, she’s like a super blogger.  I lovvvvve visiting her blog, because 1. She updates it regularly.  Like more than once ever 10 days, like…… someone…..I…. might…. know.  2. She is SUCH an encouraging writer.  She so clearly articulates her faith in her writing in a way that is just soul edifying.  Yum.  3.  She is HILARIOUS.  The stories- they’re great.  I’m not even kidding when I say that you HAVE to go and read this story.  It tops any other mommy story I have!!!  4.  The ministry that they are a part of, Samaritan’s Feet, is an incredible ministry.  You really have to go and read about it.

Caroline and her family live in South Africa.  I don’t know about you, but I LOVE reading about the experiences of people who live in different countries.

If you haven’t noticed yet, there’s a lot of love in this post.

Precious.

If you are wondering how I know the most wonderful Caroline, it is because she and her husband (she’s American, he’s South African, their son, Asher, well, he’s the only white African American I know!!!) were on staff with us at the church in Scotland.

Anyway, Caroline is doing a giveaway on her blog for all of us American folks.  The giveaway is for a custom painted picture frame or a personalized hairbow holder.  The word on the street is that both of these items are pretty snazzy.  All you have to do is visit Caroline’s blog, leave a comment on the giveaway post between 12am and Midnight on Friday (that’s tomorrow party people).  *****edited to add:  i’m such a dork, i thought yesterday was thursday!!  go to her blog on friday.  which isn’t today or even tomorrow****

Did I mention that you need to leave a comment?

So, go visit her site here.  Not only will you very much enjoy your blogitty blog blog experience there, but your visit will help support their ministry.  And you might win something really cute in the process!

And for real, you should bookmark it, go back, subscribe, or you might miss out some really great Caroline bloggy goodness.

A post wouldn’t be complete without a picture, so I give you,

“Ah, family bliss”

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Dear Piano

Dear Piano,

I am sorry that it has been so long that I’ve played with you.  I know you must feel neglected.  As I was dusting you the other day, I felt bad that I had to dust your keys.  That’s how long it has been since I played you.

In fact, I can remember exactly the last time I played you. 7 weeks ago.  The pages of Prokofiev still open on your stand.  The Scarlatti book right next to that.

I hate the guilty looks you give me.  It’s as if you are saying, “What a waste.  All of those years, all of that money that your parents spent, all of those hours upon hours you spent practicing.”

I am learning to let go.  And it feels good.

I am not in control.  I am not in control.  I am not in control.


The truth is, I will (hopefully) always have my fingers.  I will not always have these little people in my house.  To rub their sticky hand prints all over your shiny black lacquer.

Hopefully we’ll have some nice moments in the years to come.  But don’t expect much until 2027 or so.

Hugs and Kisses,

Hope

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6:50- 7:14:30:, One of the loudest moments of my life

6:50- Nora is done with dinner first, this never happens.  I tell her to pee and take her clothes off for bath time.  She does.

6:52- I fill the baby bath and set it out on the bathroom floor.  I then fill up the big bath for the girls.

6:54- Alanna is done with dinner.  She hoarfs the marshmallow I gave her for dessert.

6:56- Both girls are in the bath, I begin undressing Cole while sitting on the ikea stool in the bathroom.  He looks backwards towards his sister and oh.  Oh mah gah…  what has this kid been hiding under his chins??? A mix of slobber, t shirt fuzz and… I don’t want to know.

6:57- Cole is happy in his very shallow bath lying on his big flat sponge, so I set to bathe the girls.  (*Don’t worry, I have a constant eye on him*)

6:58-  I hear the unmistakable fountain like trickle that can only be a baby boy peeing in the tub.

6:58:30- What?  I didn’t hear anyone peeing in the tub…

6:59- Bathing girls, they’re playing with these spray whale things.  I see mildew floating in the tub.

6:59:30- Mildew??  I didn’t see any mildew…

7:05- Girls are bathed, I start on Cole.  All of the sudden there is no ignoring the mildew that came out of that whale (mind you, it was a tiny amount, maybe 2 or three pieces about tic tac size).

7:05:30 to 7:10-  Nora:  “THERE’S A BUUUUUGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  BUGGGGGGGGG!!!!!”  *insert girl horror film scream here*   Me: “Nora, that’s not bug, it’s dirt.”

This statement does not make it better.

*insert girl horror film scream here*

“DIRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT    GETTHEDIRT GETTHEDIRT GETTHEDIRT”  *insert girl horror film scream here*

My brain is rattling in the echo chamber that is our bathroom.

*insert girl horror film scream here*

“EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE EWIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

*insert insanely loud and long girl horror film scream here*

7:10- Alanna and I laugh at Nora.

7:12- Alanna scoops said offender in a cup and says, “See Nora, it isn’t a bug, it doesn’t have legs, eyes, teeth, or anything.” Cole is looking slightly concerned while sucking on his washcloth.

7:13- I have to get out of this bathroom, so I scoop Cole up in his towel and put a few towels out for the girl.  Nora is more than happy to oblige and gets out of the tub.

7:14- Cole’s on the changing table, I glance out the door to see how the girls are doing in the bathroom.  Nora’s towel is partially draped in the toilet.

7:14:30- What?  I didn’t see anyone’s towel in the toilet…

(I don’t think it got wet)

The end.

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