Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Family Picture Day
You can see our pictures here on her website.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Remembering the grace on that night...




Tuesday, December 16, 2008
What shall we do with her?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
a walk down memory lane
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
another music nostalgia (christmas style)
And I hate to admit that its theology is very awful. I know that I don't technically need my husband, but I am so thankful I am graced to spend my Christmases with him. I am also very thankful that I am no longer enslaved to the idolatry of Jonathan like I once was when I deemed this song as ours. I now can't help but to sing it and see the evidence of God's grace in my life...and of course, swoon Jonathan with my, oh, so beautiful singing. (yeah, right!)
So what's your favorite Christmas song?
Monday, December 8, 2008
"Christ was born a martyr"
I particularly enjoyed this John Donne quote from The Book of Uncommon Prayers, which was included in Skip Ryan's sermon. I thought I would share.
The whole of Christ's life was a continual passion; others die martyrs, but Christ was born a martyr. He found a Golgotha, where he was crucified, even in Bethlehem, where he was born; for to his tenderness then the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after, and the manger as uneasy at first as the cross at last. His birth and his death were but one continual act, and his Christmas Day and his Good Friday are but the evening and the morning of one and the same day. From the creche to the cross is an inseparable line. Christmas only points forward to Good Friday and Easter. It can have no meaning apart from that, where the Son of God displayed his glory by his death.
My favorite month
In the same way we also, when we were children, were enslaved to the elementary principles of the world. But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons. (ESV)December is my favorite month. Not only because it is advent season, but because December entails some of my favorable memories:
- Jonathan and I becoming "official" in high school.
- A life-changing wreck.
- Our first baby is born.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
"Can I come too, daddy?"
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
our first MN well check-up
So here is Elizabeth's stats:
She weighed 20.05 lbs (29th percentile) and was 29.9 ins (65th percentile) long. She is long and lean and super healthy. She has two top teeth trying to make their way in, and she got the flu shot today and blood drawn (which was awful for me! She, on the other hand, was not one bit bothered by the prick of the needle, just annoyed I was holding her down).
We praise the Lord for a great check-up and for finding such a great doctor.
Update:
Her stats have changed. Not because she has grown more, but because I looked at the growth chart wrong. I found a calculator that would do all the work for me here if anyone is interested.
a walking, talking kind of girl
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
11 months old..and I can't believe it!
Our little Sock Monkey
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Commemorating a hero
Walter Hooper tells this one in his book, C. S. Lewis: A Companion & Guide. Keep in mind, Lewis is only nine in this story.
It was also a young boy that a future C. S. Lewis, champion of Reason,
emerged. Warren Lewis [his brother] has given us an example of that
'dexterity of riposte' for which his brother later became so famous. It
was 1907 and the family was preparing for a holiday in France. Warren
said, 'Entering the study, where my father was poring over his account books,
Jack flung himself into a chair and observed, "I have a prejudice against the
French." My father, interrupted in a long addition sum, said irritably,
"Why?" Jack, crossing his legs and putting his finger tips together,
replied, "If I knew why it would not be a prejudice"' (Hooper Companion & Guide 4)
Again, Walter Hooper tells this one in the introduction of The Weight of Glory. This is one of the stories toward the end of Lewis's life after he had awaken from his coma.
Even before he went into the nursing home I marvelled that Lewis had lived
so long without setting himself ablaze. Except when he dressed for a
special occasion, he wore an old tweed jacket, the right-hand pocket of
which had been patched and re-patched many times. This was because
Lewis, when wearied of his pipe, would drop it into his pocket, with the
results that it would burn its way through. And this happened so often
that there was none of the original material left.The nurses in the Acland, having found him nodding wtih a cigarette in
his hand, would have none of this. And so it was that, except when I
was with him, they would not allow him to have any matches. What puzzled
Lewis was that after I had left him with a box of matches, a nurse, would,
as soon as I left, rush in and take them away. "How do they know?" he asked me one morning. "Give me a box I can hide under my bedclothes." I had then to confess that while I was the supplier, I was also the informer. "Imformer!" roared Lewis. "I have what no friend ever had before. I have a private traitor, my very own personal Benedict Arnold. Repent before it
is too late!" (Lewis Weight of Glory 5-6)
As much as I like to read stories by Lewis, I love hearing stories about him. Last year, I was able to sit and listen to Walter Hooper tell many stories (these two included) about Lewis. I don't think I will ever forget it. Here's to you, C. S. "Jack" Lewis: November 29, 1898-November 22, 1963.
Friday, November 21, 2008
just one more night
This morning I woke up with my arm around a box of cereal. Ever creak the house made woke me up last night. At 1:00 am, I laid in bed, hungry and wide awake. After gaining enough courage to escape the security of my cozy room and walk through a dark house, I grabbed a box of cereal and Diet Dr. Pepper. I then proceeded to retreat back to fort (aka my bed) and turn on the TV. I thought for sure Bernie Mac would put me to sleep, but he didn't.
Originally, I thought the only perk of Jonathan not being here was that I was able to watch movies in bed. But I discovered another one: eating in bed. He hates it when I do that. When I was pregnant with Elizabeth I HAD to have a couple of crackers before I got up in the morning. So, there on the night stand, laid my delicious Zesta crackers that I thorough enjoyed as it eased my nauseous stomach. Apparently, I'm a messy eater (but who isn't with crackers? plus I was probably about to pee myself, so I HAD to eat them fast) and I got cracker crumbs all in our sheets. Jonathan would come home after a long day of work, only to hop in to sheets that felt like it had grains of salt in them (truly, it may have been salt. I HAD to brush the salt of the top of the crackers. Do you know was salt does? It swells you up, and that is one thing a pregnant lady does not need--more swelling!). I knew he didn't like it, but he knew the necessity of the whole ordeal.
I miss him. Those two perks aren't enjoyable enough to make me look forward to him leaving. I can't wait until tomorrow night when I can wrap him up in a big hug. I know some people like having there alone time, but I think I'm just too needy. I love it when he is here and I hate it when he is gone. But regardless of where he is, I still feel the closeness of our unity. His absence reminds me of one of my favorite John Donne's poem, "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning"
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tagged
1) I used to want to play in the WNBA (and at one point thought I really could, ha!).
2) I always wanted braces for two reasons: so I could wear the rubber bands and have a retainer. Gosh, how I wished I had the cool "retainer lisp" my friends had at slumber parties.
3) When I was younger I was sometimes afraid of taking baths. For some reason, I thought the tub could morph into a giant witch bowl. And I'm still a little bit scared if I do take a bath. (i'm hoping to grow out of it, honestly).
4) My all-time-favorite childhood TV show was Rescue 911.
5) I'm deathly scared of snakes and fire.
6) My dream car is an Honda Odyssey. (the newer they are, the cooler they are)
7) Lord willing, I want about a 1,000 kids. (okay, I may be exaggerating a bit)
Monday, November 3, 2008
All Natur-ale
What inspired this post was an article I saw about not using shampoo (via another blog that gives me a laugh). No "pooing," as they like to call it, sounded very interesting to me. I read that article and even googled other articles obtaining to the same subject. I kept picturing my non-chemical-hair waving in the wind, and the beauty of my skin that didn't guzzle down the hap-hazards of my shampoo--all between the sips of my refreshing diet Mountain Dew. I could tell my interest started to fade, when I would have to make my own shampoo. I hardly like making dinner (and I love food!). So I decided my Herbal Essence is natural enough for me. Sigh.
When I discovered that cloth diapers still existed, I was really into that idea. But, I had changed one too many of Elizabeth's poopy diapers, and I decided that if we were to ever have a child that didn't poop, cloth diapers would be the way to go.
So apparently, I'm into the organic/natural way of life, just not that in to it. As I sit here typing this, I have a splenda-filled coffee sitting beside me. I just have to realize that although some of these things sound so great, I lack money, energy, and motivation to choose this way of life. I'm a helpless cause. Avoiding most processed meats, is about as natural as I get, and for right now, I'm okay with that.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
our 10 month wonder
- She eats some foods with her fingers.
- She loves to share an empty bottle, her last couple of bites, and fake food.
- She claps her hands when I sing, "If you're happy and you know."
- She sometimes waves bye-bye.
- She says ma-ma, da-da, and ba-ba (sometimes for her bottle and sometimes when people leave).
- She crawls super fast.
- She occasionally bites (and gets spanked).
- She has a really cute dance.
- She loves her baby doll (although, I think it is not attractive).
- She loves her daddy's teddy bears (Brent and Wrinkles, although, she favors Brent more, and it nearly breaks Jon's heart).
- Actually, now that I think about it, she just loves stuff animals.
- She bear hugs our legs.
- She has two teeth (the bottom front) and is currently cutting at least one of the top front.
- She is really accident prone (unfortunately, like her mother).
- Oh, and she loves to play with her daddy.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
ma-ma and da-da are good for now..

Wednesday, October 15, 2008
And the world's worst mom and wife award goes to...
Friday, October 10, 2008
music nostalgia...
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
A new hair-do
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Happy Belated Birthday, Uncle Aaron
Monday, September 29, 2008
oops
3 hours later, we returned to our house feeling like a sauna! I thought I was going to melt. When we went to see what the thermostat said, it was set on 70ish and but it had heated up to 89 degrees in our house! I loved it (at first) and Jonathan couldn't breathe. Oh well, our heat works very well.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Moving-In
Friday, September 12, 2008
In the meantime..

Gearing up for winter

