Psst...

We are wearing the same dress! *wild gales of 2yo giggles*

Thankful

Hmm... ditto what my sister said.

New Bible

This shouldn't be a big deal. The words are all the same; exactly the same.

But it is a big deal.

Buying a new Bible is tricky. First you have to figure out which version you want. And after that it gets even harder because you need to find one that feels right. It has to be precicely the right thickness so that you can flip without looking. If the pages are too thick they won't move right, and if there isn't a nice enough concordance in the back you won't be able to find what you are looking for, even if the pages move perfectly. See, it is tricky!

My old Bible was a gift from my parents. It has my maiden name on it and it has traveled with me everywhere. I am really sorry to let it go but, as you can see in the picture, it needs to. Those aren't notes sticking out of it - they are pages; artfully torn by my little ones.

I found a replacement but it won't be the same. The little notes in the margins will take years to replace, and the worn spots that just fall open to my favorite passages take time to break in.

I sound so snotty - as if I have this Christianity thing down. That's not true. I just really, really miss my blue companion with my old name written on it in silver already.

Grammar according to Elmo

Have you ever heard Elmo?

Elmo loves flowers!

Elmo is going to the shoe store.

Elmo wants a carrot.

My youngest speaks just like Elmo - including the tiny up-swing in the pitch of her voice each time she mentions her own name. She refers to herself in the third person almost exclusively and I love it. She sounds so very TWO and I know that this sweet stage won't last.

The problem is that I am now doing it.

Mommy has to go to the car.

Can Mommy take your picture?

Mommy loves you.

In context, with my little girl beside me I can almost get away with this, but I just caught myself speaking this way to a friend ... AFTER all of my kids had been sent bed.

It is kinda' like the infamous mommy-bounce. You hold baby, sway and bounce, and baby falls asleep ... Repeat endlessly for years ... Until one day you realize that you are swaying and bouncing 5 pounds of sugar in the grocery checkout line and a stranger is working very hard not to laugh at you. It only takes one glance to see either the abject confusion or the amused sympathy in their eyes. You know instantly whether they are a parent.

Living with a 2 year old offers some very amusing challenges.

Sticks and Stones

My kids come from a long line of collectors. Stamps, shells, stickers, tools, nothing is safe with us. Their daddy once even owned a stump collection (yes, STUMP, as in the bottom of a tree, and he posessed several).

Each child has found something that they love and they happily squirrel away bits and pieces. My son loves bottle-caps, and his older sister is well known for her nature discoveries that she keeps in her own museum.

My youngest, well, she is well on her way to becoming a rock collector like her grandpa.

No gravel driveway is safe with this little girl around. And my washing machine isn't safe either. The poor thing has taken some very LOUD beatings recently (Eeek! Just realized how terrible that sentence is. Edited to clarify that it is the washer, not the child, that is being beaten up.)

I think my little girl and her grandpa are going to have lots in common.

Including heavy pockets.

Family

Do you know what this family photo is missing?

These three boys.

They are our new cousins and we simply can't wait until my sister and her husband are able to bring them home from a very sad and dangerous situation in Eastern Europe. Read all about their story at FillingTheHouseWithBlessings.blogspot.com.

I Y my family, even the ones I haven't met yet, and would appreciate your prayers for them to come home soon.

1st Cmas catalog

Our first christmas catalog of the year arrived this week.

The kids spent well over an hour circling their favorite items and I spent that hour drinking coffee and reading.

Aaahh...