Welcoming Spring like a long lost friend. #foundgrace @found_book

Welcoming Spring like a long lost friend. #foundgrace @found_book

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Gooney Bird is So Absurd and Other Signs I have a 10-year old

There was a time when I committed to reading every Newberry and Caldecott Award winning book; I loved children’s literature that much.  I kept my commitment for a good long while and I’m a better person forever because of it. But somehow, I let myself get out of sync for the last decade or so. Maybe even longer. I am not proud of this.

So, it is with extra joy that my daughter, who is still learning to read in the 3rd grade (her first year of school in America, or anywhere) has restored to me this gift. She loves words, and books, and especially library day. I don’t know which one of us is more excited to start reading the books that she brings home. But one thing is true: Gooney Bird Greene is inspiring both of us! While not the first in the series, this one was perfect for me. Bringing to life another neglected love: poetry. 

It’s Gooney Bird, really, who challenged me to spend part of my Lenten journey reflecting on Scripture through poetry. Lenten Haiku is my first.

Phoebe too is starting to think in verse, playing aloud with words. I can’t wait to see what gets birthed.

And I think it might also have been Gooney Bird who gave me courage this past week as a “new mom” of a 10 year old.  I found myself yelling across the elementary school parking lot: "Hey Paige’s Mom! When the weather turns warmer, let’s get the girls together for that play date." 

Now, I know that doesn’t sound very radical to you veteran moms. But for me, shouting someone’s name as “Paige’s Mom” was nothing short of a miracle of courage. And as for the play date? Need I say more?

Gooney Bird is So Absurd and Other Signs I have a 10-year old

There was a time when I committed to reading every Newberry and Caldecott Award winning book; I loved children’s literature that much. I kept my commitment for a good long while and I’m a better person forever because of it. But somehow, I let myself get out of sync for the last decade or so. Maybe even longer. I am not proud of this.

So, it is with extra joy that my daughter, who is still learning to read in the 3rd grade (her first year of school in America, or anywhere) has restored to me this gift. She loves words, and books, and especially library day. I don’t know which one of us is more excited to start reading the books that she brings home. But one thing is true: Gooney Bird Greene is inspiring both of us! While not the first in the series, this one was perfect for me. Bringing to life another neglected love: poetry.

It’s Gooney Bird, really, who challenged me to spend part of my Lenten journey reflecting on Scripture through poetry. Lenten Haiku is my first.

Phoebe too is starting to think in verse, playing aloud with words. I can’t wait to see what gets birthed.

And I think it might also have been Gooney Bird who gave me courage this past week as a “new mom” of a 10 year old. I found myself yelling across the elementary school parking lot: "Hey Paige’s Mom! When the weather turns warmer, let’s get the girls together for that play date."

Now, I know that doesn’t sound very radical to you veteran moms. But for me, shouting someone’s name as “Paige’s Mom” was nothing short of a miracle of courage. And as for the play date? Need I say more?

Lenten Haiku
(Exodus 3:1-7)

Fire burns, holy ground.
God speaks of his great mercy.
I am not consumed.

Lenten Haiku
(Exodus 3:1-7)

Fire burns, holy ground.
God speaks of his great mercy.
I am not consumed.

I’m trying!

I’m trying!

Teddy.

At first, she wasn’t that into him.
But lately, whenever she’s home, he’s within her reach.
And sometimes, on special occasions, she throws some clothes on him and lets him ride in the car with us. 

She mostly calls him Teddy. But he has a nickname too, she says: "it’s ‘Ted’." I like the simplicity. Very clean. 

Goodnight, Ted. And sweet dreams, Phoebe.

Teddy.

At first, she wasn’t that into him.
But lately, whenever she’s home, he’s within her reach.
And sometimes, on special occasions, she throws some clothes on him and lets him ride in the car with us.

She mostly calls him Teddy. But he has a nickname too, she says: "it’s ‘Ted’." I like the simplicity. Very clean.

Goodnight, Ted. And sweet dreams, Phoebe.

Phoebe-isms

"Mom, you’re a houk!"
(and by that, she means “hoot.” And I guess sometimes I am. And sometimes I’m probably just more like a houk.)

She’s learning to tell jokes:

Knock Knock.
Who’s There.
Banana.
Banana who?
Aren’t you glad I didn’t say Orange?

Why, yes I am Phoebe. Because I like your outside-the-box thinking.

Dreams Come True

Asher and Phoebe both like to pray before meals. In fact, they often “call it” early in the day for lunch or dinner, or even the next day. “I pray tonight!”

They like to sing a little song called “God We Thank You” that Asher learned at pre-school. It goes like this:

"God we thank you, God we thank you
for our food, for our food
We are very thankful. We are very thankful.
God is good. God is good.”

Sometimes lately we have been singing it as a round.

Asher has two speeds when it is his turn.

Some days, when he’s very very hungry, he motors through it so fast that you wonder if there’s any sincerity there at all.

Other days, he is very very slow and earnest. The past few days, he’s been in slow and earnest mode. Eyes closed tight. Hands slightly lifted. Thoughtful pauses on each word. When he’s finished singing on these days, he spontaneously prays aloud; it’s then that I can picture him as a powerful preacher — his intonation and cadence are so perfect and unrehearsed.

Tonight, he prayed like this:

"Thank you God for this food. And for a good night’s sleep. (He must have been anticipating it, because 60 minutes or so later he was out cold on the sofa, having fallen asleep watching figure skating, and had to be carried to bed).

"And thank you God for our dreams come true."

They don’t script it better than that for the big screen. And all I can say is “I thank you God too.” Because it seems we had the same dream that somehow really did come true.

Can we fix it? YES, WE CAN!

I’m definitely going to make these this year.

Returning to the blog

I’ve gotten a bit lazy about updating my blog here, relying more recently on Instagram and Facebook to carry my social day.

But here’s to a return to Tumblr in 2014, even if it is a month in already, at the risk of social media redundancy.

I want to capture some of the little every day moments here, like this conversation with Phoebe the other night, which I’ve already partially lost:

Phoebe: Mama, what if (insert something very clever here that I am not recalling) … ?
Me: Phoebe, that is very interesting. (I really feel bad now for forgetting it). What made you think of that?
Phoebe: My brain did.

Of course it did. Silly me.
:)

While my favorite, “Babbette’s Feast” did not make the list, I’ve seen about half of these; “Life is Beautiful” is in my 10 Five of all time.

Which one shouldn’t I miss?

Phoebe made this for me while I was putting Asher to bed tonight and before it was her turn. #heartmelt

Phoebe made this for me while I was putting Asher to bed tonight and before it was her turn. #heartmelt

"Tinker Bell, Tinker Bell, tinker all the way…"

Both of my children are singing this brand new Christmas song they just learned. :)

I am loving seeing the magic and newness of the season through their eyes.

What a gift - a birthday present photo shoot - from KristaJean Photography.

This is a link to a better version, hopefully, of my comic.