Something She’s Never Doon Before

Wednesday is my favorite non-weekend day of the week.  It’s my mom’s day off.  (I once told our friendly neighborhood post office man this when he observed that I was without my usual brood, and he chuckled and astutely replied, “No, it’s not!”)  So, as I said, Wednesday’s my day off, and yesterday we spent part of it at a local park near my mom’s house.  It was a little chilly, but still springy enough for me and the girls!

PhotobucketOne of the reasons I started this blog was to keep tabs on the girls’ development and abilities at different ages.  I think Pippa has reached a new level of language development: the one at which children start to say words incorrectly that they’ve been saying correctly for months because they suddenly realize what an incongruous and unruly thing the English language is and set about to tidy it up a bit. After playing on all the usual playground equipment and exhausting herself of all the slides and ride-on animals, Pippa looked around and then said to my mom and me, “What can I do that I’ve never doon before?”

We glanced at each other and smiled, and then just to check we’d heard right, “What, sweetie?”

“What can I do that I’ve never doon before?”  Perfect grammar, wouldn’t you agree?  I pointed her toward this thing, which she had, indeed, never doon before, and she seemed satisfied.  I’m afraid I have become one of those mothers who lets her children continue to say things incorrectly because they’re cute and I don’t want them to stop.
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The other excitement for the day was seeing six or seven deer just across the path from where we were playing. That was something they’d never seen before (see how much more sense it makes her way???)
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A Poetic Moment

00-3350.jpg We have this poem excerpt, witten in calligraphy by Auntie Audrey when Pippa was first born, framed in the girls’ room.

Song, from Pippa Passes, by Robert Browning

The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven –
All’s right with the world!

On a whim today, I read it to the girls as I was getting Romilly up from her nap. Then I asked them, “Do you know what that poem is called?”

They didn’t know.  “It’s called ‘Pippa Passes’, ” I told them.

Groggy, but never to be left out, Romilly was quick to pipe up, with a disgruntled frown on her face:

“Ro-Ro passes, too!”

What will the teen years be like???

Too Much YouTube?

Yesterday, Pippa and I (and it really was partly her idea) came up with the idea of making this video, and we think it is very funny indeed.

If you’re not immediately getting why this makes us laugh hysterically every time we watch it, then perhaps you have somehow managed not to see the ubiquitous “Charlie Bit Me” video on YouTube.  We first saw it here on Girltalk, but have seen it crop up in a few other places since then.  Apparently other people have found it funny enough to make their own versions, too.  Last night all five of us were laughing around the computer watching grown Englishmen, teenaged girls, and even an Indian father and son pair complete with turbans put their own spin on little Harry and Charlie’s routine. Fun for the whole family! (Warning: they’re not all as family friendly as the original, so have your finger ready on the pause button while you hop around all the different spoof versions!)

Only A Mother Would Laugh

Pippa’s first ever self-composed knock-knock joke:

Her: Knock, knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Her: Ketchup.

Me: Ketchup who?

Her: I will turn you into juice!

And we all laughed and laughed and laughed, of course.

Amazing Grace: A Musical Review

51eagreeysl_aa240_.jpgWell, if you came here hoping to see me sporting dance shoes and singing show tunes, then you’re in for a disappointment.  If, in fact, you were hoping to hear my thoughts on my current favorite CD in the whole world, then you’ve come to the right place!

This CD,  Amazing Grace: Music Inspired by the Motion Picture, was an inspired gift from my wonderful hubby and has been in the CD player of my van for the better part of a year (I’m very loyal when it comes to music.  And jewelry.  And purses.  Jeans.  Lipstick… I guess I’m just very loyal).  I am honestly not tired of it yet.  I look forward to car trips that are just me in the girls so that I can sing at the top of my lungs listen to this CD in a comtemplative and worshipful frame of mind. As an unexpected and happy consequence, the girls now love it too, and can both sing the choruses of most of the hymns right along with me.

This CD is not a proper soundtrack.  It doesn’t have actual music  (score) from the movie.  Instead, it features modern recordings of great old hymns by contemporary artists.  What could be better?

So, in no particular order, my favorites from this album:

  • It Is Well, sung by Adie and Jeremy Camp – This one has the distinction of being the song that, when the intro music starts, Romilly immediately announces, “Mommy, this you song!”  This is my favorite hymn anyway, so I’m a  little biased, but this is a really great recording.

My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought,
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Are nailed to the cross, and I bear them no more!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

I just love the idea of talking to my own soul, and showing it who’s boss on days when it doesn’t feel inclined to remember what has been done for it.  Lovely!

  •  All Creatures Of Our God and King, sung by Bethany Dillon and Shawn McDonald – This one gets off to a slow start, but not in a bad way, just in a thoughtful sort of way.  Then there’s a fun little twist in the middle that I just love.
  • Holy, Holy, Holy, sung by Steven Curtis Chapman – Well, Steven and I go way back.  He was my jogging buddy in college (in my walkman, that is, can you imagine actually jogging with Steven Curtis???)  This is an absolutely beautiful arrangement of this hymn, which, again, is a favorite anyway.
  • Just As I Am, sung by Nichole Nordeman – Hmmm… is this really a hymn or is it a modern hymn that they’ve thrown into the mix hoping to fool me?  I’ve never heard it before, anyway.  No matter.  It is a beautiful song with lyrics that remind me of where I’d be without Christ every time I listen to them.
  • My Jesus, I Love Thee (Tis So Sweet), sung by Bart Millard – I guess, again, it’s the hymn itself that I love here.  This one just really speaks to me.

Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to take him at his word;
Just to rest upon his promise,
Just to know, “Thus saith the Lord.”

  • I Need Thee Every Hour, sung by Jars of Clay – This song is really the special one for us.  It’s Pippa’s song.  I really don’t even remember how it became Pippa’s song,  I guess she just told us one day that it was her favorite, and it stuck.  Now, when it comes on, literally as soon as the first few notes of the intro have been played, Ro announces, “That Pippa’s song!  Pippa, that you song!”  For a while, she’d even get upset if anyone else tried to sing along, but we’re all allowed to sing now.  I tried to get a video of them singing in the car, which is just the cutest, but it’s not the safest thing to do while driving, and the one day I had my mom with me to get it the camera was playing up.  So, here is a reenactment at our table.  I think the girls are a little mesmerized by the crazy patterns on the computer screen, as they’re a bit less enthusiastic than usual.

I guess what I’m trying to say is: go buy this CD!  I could say something about almost every song.  (Although, if I had to award one, the Not-So-Much Award would go to Natalie Grant’s Fairest Lord Jesus.  It’s just a little too… Evanescence-y.  Not that I mind Evanescence, but this has got to be the most cheerful hymn I know, and why add angst into a song that is totally angst-free?  Don’t get me wrong, though, I still belt it out.)  I really do feel that, provided the kiddies are relatively content in the back, I actually get to worship while I’m driving, and I get to where I’m going feeling more joyful and peaceful than when I left home.

By the way, if you ever happen to see me driving and belting out my Amazing Grace CD, please don’t tell me about it. It is really one of the greatest joys of my life to sing in the car, and if I had any idea how ridiculous I look to other drivers, well, it might just spoil it for me a little bit.

I’ll leave you with this verse from David Crowder’s recording of Rock of Ages:

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;    

Wash me, Savior, or I die.

He Says, She Says Saturdays: Why I Blog

normal_ink-quill.jpgAs I write this, my poor sweetie has been in bed for the better part for the last 18 hours, so I’m not at all sure we’ll be hearing from him today, but I’ve taken the liberty of choosing what I thought would be a pretty easy topic for us to address, even with a slightly foggy brain.

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As I write this, it is now Monday morning, Trevor is back on his feet and at work (he’s such a trouper!), and a power failure on Saturday night combined with a super-busy Sunday kept either of us from doing any blogging this weekend.

On to the topic at hand.  I guess I’ve already touched on this a bit here and there.  We’ve had a website since Pippa was born that has primarily showcased photos, but has also served as a record for us of what we did when, what the girls were doing at different ages, and what life was like for us at any given time.  Once Pippa started talking, I began to feel that photos just weren’t capturing her enough, I needed somewhere to write.  A lot.  My technological whiz of a husband set this blog up for me, I had no sooner written my first post then I discovered Romilly was hot on Pippa’s heels in the talking department.   In the process of writing my second post, I ran into some technical glitches that ended up keeping me quietly frustrated with blogdom for the next several months.

During that little hiatus, in addition to having a baby and enduring what felt like an eternity without a well-functioning computer, I spent some time seeing what some other people were using their blogs for. I began to see the appeal again, and Trevor and I had several conversations that went something like this:

Me:  I think I really want a blog.

Him: You already have a blog.

Me:  Oh.

I think what  I was trying to express, albeit in very  simple terms, was that I wanted  (a) a pretty blog, (b) a blog that I knew how to add pictures to and that wouldn’t (just occasionally, on a whim) put an entire paragraph into one enormously long straight line (anyone else have this issue with WordPress???), and (c) a blog with a bit more purpose, that would be worthy of spending my time on.

So here I am now.  I guess that was more of a history than  a reason.  Probably there are some posts that don’t fulfill any of these purposes, but here is why I blog now:

  •  To remember.  As I said in my very first post, I don’t ever want to forget this sweet sweet time in my life, or the way my girls are right now.  I know I can’t hold onto it forever, but I also know one day I will cherish the moments I record here.
  • To celebrate.  Something about turning a thought, conversation, or event into a blog post somehow makes it bigger and more significant.  Blogging makes me notice the little things that make life wonderful and thank God for them, and even the ones I never get around to turning into posts are more note-worthy for my having that mindset.
  • To think deeply.  A mom of three little ones doesn’t often have the mental energy, the time, or the brain cells to think deeply about life, but blogging forces me to make the effort.  In the process, I can (sometimes, hopefully) turn my thoughts upward and see how God is present and working in my life.  There is so much real meaning hiding behind the apparently mundane tasks of a wife and mother, and I don’t want to miss that while I’m caught up in the middle of it all.

I wonder why he blogs…

My Kind of Party

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Welcome! If you’re here because of the Ultimate Blog Party, I look forward to ‘meeting’ you! If you’re just here because you’re one of my five (six maybe?) regular readers, then you are probably wondering what on earth this post is all about. Well, it’s a big old party right inside my computer! How great is that? I just love that I can write this post in my PJs, and then hop around visiting everyone else’s parties in my PJs too (if, in fact, you are wearing your PJs right now, then this must be your kind of party too!) I’m a little late getting in on this, since I only figured out today how to put the little Blog Party button in my sidebar. (I’m pretty new to blogging, so I feel like I should be putting words like “button” and “sidebar” in quotes, but I’m resisting. Happily, thanks to this party I now know what a “widget” is, too. Sort of. Almost. A little bit.)  To get us in the party mood, here is one of our girls’ favorite toys that we get to endure play with over and over again at our home.  Lucky us.  Feel free to sing along!

I suppose an introduction is in order, especially since I’ve never officially done that on my blog.  My name is Jodi.  I am recently(ish) 30.  I am blessed to be married to an amazing Englishman who loves the Lord.   We are both eternally thankful for God’s love for us.  You can read more about my faith by clicking on any of these highlighted words or by clicking the God category at the side.

We have three wonderful little girls under the age of four (my “baby” was three and a half yesterday!) The big girls tend to steal the show most of the time. Here they are in some transfer T-shirts I made them (more on them to follow!)
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This photo really captures their personalities, since Pippa is our thoughtful, reserved little English rose (okay, some of the time), and Romilly is the crazy American chatterbox.

Little Bea sure is starting to give the big girls a run for their money, though. She can steal the show back from them just by being in the room.
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Well, what is a party without cake? And what is a cake without icing? Hey, let’s just skip to the icing, okay? I’ve never done a giveaway before, so this seemed like a good occasion to have my first. Here’s the deal. You hop around a little bit and see if you can find a post that gets you thinking, or makes you laugh, or warms your heart or something, then come back to this post and leave me a comment about it (and make sure you include your e-mail address, please).  You can even just tell me you like this post, because it has a free giveaway – I’m not fussy about the comment love!  I will choose one at random using Amanda’s patented random number choosing system, and I’ll post the winner here (and e-mail you, too!)  The winner will receive, as quickly as I can put one together, a personalized transfer T-shirt or onesie with your little one’s name (or yours, if you like) in a street sign or a book title or wherever I happen to find your little one’s name.  (Like the ones my big girls are wearing above.)  Details are all totally negotiable, and we can discuss after you win!  Again, make sure you leave your comment on my party post, or I might not find it for the drawing, which will be after this whole sha-bang is over.

In addition to my little giveaway, there are tons of prizes being offered at the main prize page.  My favorites from the list are 80, 101, and 7 (in no particular order), but of course I’d be delighted to win anything at all, especially something cute for my girlies!

Lovely to meet you!  Love the PJs!

Big Thoughts for a Little Girl

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It started with an observation. “Mommy, you have holes in your ears.” I wondered where this conversation would go, as I am completely not ready for Pippa to get her ears pierced or really even to become to aware of the whole concept, but that wasn’t what was going through her sweet little mind tonight. Next she said, “God had holes in His hands” while thoughtfully signing Jesus with her own hands. All I could think to say was, “That’s right…” The wheels turned some more. “That helps Him hold the whole Earth.” Hmm… I imagine that in her three-year-old mind, she was picturing the world suspended from a hole in God’s hand in the same way the holes in my ear support my little silver hoops. We chatted for a few minutes to try to untangle these enormous theological concepts she was wrestling with, and I think she came away understanding more than she did when we started, but it left me thinking. There was an awful lot of truth to her initial conclusion. It *is* because of Christ’s nail-pierced hands and His shed blood that He was able to carry the sins of the world. My sins. I can only think that God gave her that insight tonight to remind her Daddy and I at what cost our salvation comes.

Wake up and look at the roses… with your nose!

Yesterday, Pippa (aged 2 and 2/3) and I were in our back garden enjoying a lovely early evening, when she pointed very excitedly to a flower bush and said to me, “Mommy, you come look at this with your nose!”  After having a good long sniff, I couldn’t stop smiling, and I thought to myself, ‘This is why we need a blog!’  These adorable Pippa-isms have been coming thick and fast for months now, and Miss Romilly is increasing in vocabulary and personality by the day as well.  There is only so much we can capture in our photo galleries.  A picture may be worth a thousand words, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need a thousand words, every once in a while.

This morning, I was chatting with a dear friend online, and Pippa was desperately trying to get my attention so that I would show her pictures of something on the computer.  After her first few attempts went unnoticed, she said, “Now! Now! Now!” in a loud and demanding voice.  I explained to her, “Pippa, you mustn’t shout at Mommy.”  She calmly leaned closer and cupped her hand to my ear, and whispered, “Now, now, now.”  I couldn’t argue with that!

I hope that this blog will keep moments like this from ever, ever being forgotten.