My kids nicknames would be as follows:
(Most of them are interchangeable)
Suggah Buggah
Sugar doll
sweet pea
monkey
chango (monkey in spanish)
Meeka - M'ija, but J always says it with a K... Girl child
M'ijo - only the boy child
Princess
Sunshine
sweet doll baby
Tooters and scoots
Chookie-chook
Love bug
Mama and Papa
buddy bear
sugar bear
rotten pea-scotts
stinkweed
Sweet love
It is not an exhaustive list. I could continue almost indefinitely, but these are the most widely used nicknames.
as for the husband:
hunny, sweetie, babe, hey, christoa, darlin', whatever comes out of my mouth at the time...
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
This will be funny tomorrow...
I don't know if any of you heard the purported
C-R-U-N-C-H as my husband left for work this afternoon during our little get-together...
I, for one, thought he was playing a mean trick on me when he told me this had happened.
I said, "You're joking right?"
Apparently, he tried and tried (as did numerous others) to reach me by phone - but it was off the hook...
He backed into our neighbors'/across the alley fence.
It busted out a good bit of it.
I'll be making phone calls tomorrow...
whoopsie!
One can easily see why the name - beautiful chaos - is so fitting.
C-R-U-N-C-H as my husband left for work this afternoon during our little get-together...
I, for one, thought he was playing a mean trick on me when he told me this had happened.
I said, "You're joking right?"
Apparently, he tried and tried (as did numerous others) to reach me by phone - but it was off the hook...
He backed into our neighbors'/across the alley fence.
It busted out a good bit of it.
I'll be making phone calls tomorrow...
whoopsie!
One can easily see why the name - beautiful chaos - is so fitting.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Special bedtime.
I took kdp's advice. Well, maybe it wasn't advice exactly but I took it to heart anyway.
She said that she just listened to her girls at nighttime. Tried to talk as little as possible. But mostly listened and answered questions.
Tonight, I felt it would be nice to breakaway from our usual pattern of bath, brush teeth, read stories, tuck, sing, pray, kiss, close door.
I was worried they would go nuts because patterns comfort them. If I stray from the usual, will they actually go to sleep?
I tried it.
It was magical.
They have so many wonderful thoughts.
So many perfectly wonderful things to say.
It was like falling in love all over again.
They are so sweet.
I love LOVE my precious adorable babies.
Thank you kdp for an unforgettable nighttime.
What a gift!
Thank you Father for the honor of raising them.
She said that she just listened to her girls at nighttime. Tried to talk as little as possible. But mostly listened and answered questions.
Tonight, I felt it would be nice to breakaway from our usual pattern of bath, brush teeth, read stories, tuck, sing, pray, kiss, close door.
I was worried they would go nuts because patterns comfort them. If I stray from the usual, will they actually go to sleep?
I tried it.
It was magical.
They have so many wonderful thoughts.
So many perfectly wonderful things to say.
It was like falling in love all over again.
They are so sweet.
I love LOVE my precious adorable babies.
Thank you kdp for an unforgettable nighttime.
What a gift!
Thank you Father for the honor of raising them.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
I have a friend, some of you met her at the last playdate, her name is Wendy. She has joined the B-team. (The very first B-team I have ever been proud to be a member of... Blog-team)
Here she is: http://wendy-scrapsoflife.blogspot.com/
Go take a look!
Here she is: http://wendy-scrapsoflife.blogspot.com/
Go take a look!
Monday, August 6, 2007
One of those.
Ever had one of those days?
THIS is one of them.
How great would it be to be a gorilla right now?
I would roar and beat my chest repeatedly.
And when I finished, everything would be better.
That is all I can say about that.
THIS is one of them.
How great would it be to be a gorilla right now?
I would roar and beat my chest repeatedly.
And when I finished, everything would be better.
That is all I can say about that.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
seedless fruit.
When did seeds in fruit become 'inconvenient?'
I mean, honestly...
Is that not, after all, the point?
Eat it. Replenish it. The circle of life.
I have thought about this since our last playdate.
I bought a seedless watermelon. Thinking it would put the mothers of the very young at ease.
If there were no seeds to choke on, no one would worry about it.
(In the end, it didn't matter because I bought a rotten watermelon and had to throw it away.)
But I started thinking about it that evening as I lay on my bed, drifting off to sleep.
Who thought of that?
Seedless fruit.
And what kind of mad skills must someone have to remove the seeds from fruit without leaving a huge gash in it? I joke.
But so much technology must go into breeding and crossbreeding this hybrid called "seedless."
What are we after?
Will there come a time when all that is left is that one last watermelon? (referring to the do-do birds on the movie ice age... good flick...)
All because we removed the very thing that life needed to sustain itself for the sake of convenience?
Have we become a people so fraught with the 'necessity' of convenience that we can no longer appreciate the true necessity of replenishing?
What will they think of next - pitless peaches?
I began to liken myself to the seedless fruit: the church (community of believers) to the vine.
I have been the seedless watermelon.
Once cut away from the vine, I would grow no more. And once whatever sweet pulp I had had been used up, there would be no more. No seeds for future use. For growth. Although the fruit itself was good, what is left is meaningless without the seed.
I guess in the end, I'd rather find the balance.
Lord, let me not be content to wither on the vine (or fade into the pew).
But please Lord, while I remain on the vine, let seeds be instilled in my soul.
Seeds of usefulness. Seeds of purpose. Seeds for replenishing.
Let me not become that rotten seedless watermelon, whose purpose was best served fermenting in the bottom of my trash can.
If I have something, anything that is of use, USE ME...
I mean, honestly...
Is that not, after all, the point?
Eat it. Replenish it. The circle of life.
I have thought about this since our last playdate.
I bought a seedless watermelon. Thinking it would put the mothers of the very young at ease.
If there were no seeds to choke on, no one would worry about it.
(In the end, it didn't matter because I bought a rotten watermelon and had to throw it away.)
But I started thinking about it that evening as I lay on my bed, drifting off to sleep.
Who thought of that?
Seedless fruit.
And what kind of mad skills must someone have to remove the seeds from fruit without leaving a huge gash in it? I joke.
But so much technology must go into breeding and crossbreeding this hybrid called "seedless."
What are we after?
Will there come a time when all that is left is that one last watermelon? (referring to the do-do birds on the movie ice age... good flick...)
All because we removed the very thing that life needed to sustain itself for the sake of convenience?
Have we become a people so fraught with the 'necessity' of convenience that we can no longer appreciate the true necessity of replenishing?
What will they think of next - pitless peaches?
I began to liken myself to the seedless fruit: the church (community of believers) to the vine.
I have been the seedless watermelon.
Once cut away from the vine, I would grow no more. And once whatever sweet pulp I had had been used up, there would be no more. No seeds for future use. For growth. Although the fruit itself was good, what is left is meaningless without the seed.
I guess in the end, I'd rather find the balance.
Lord, let me not be content to wither on the vine (or fade into the pew).
But please Lord, while I remain on the vine, let seeds be instilled in my soul.
Seeds of usefulness. Seeds of purpose. Seeds for replenishing.
Let me not become that rotten seedless watermelon, whose purpose was best served fermenting in the bottom of my trash can.
If I have something, anything that is of use, USE ME...
Friday, August 3, 2007
I'd like to thank the academy...
where do i begin?
See you in the morning.
- I have to say thanks to kdp and her pilot who bailed me out of a major dilemma. They were johnny on the spot when i called them on thursday night at 6'ish begging for their muscles and their pickup. three clicks of my heels later, they showed up at my house ready to rock-n-roll. how very comforting it was that you were so available to us! (i'll try not to cash in on your good graces again anytime soon) thank you! the good news: all that big stuff has already sold so you're completely off the hook.
- Also, meems. she brought us route 44 sonic cherry limeades at nearly 12 midnight. You have no idea how badly La wanted one. no really, no idea. the bounce in your step is a mood-lifter anytime.
- rw, i know you're just pretending that you're shy - you're really the life of the party - (bossy-bossertons) hehe! it has been a pleasure to get to spend time with you.
- E. dearest e. You are wonderful! I love the way you got excited every time someone said 'stroller' or 'aquarium.' You have so many endearing qualities, not the least of which is your fun-loving excitement (even when caused by lack of sleep).
- Missy and Colleen, without you two darlings, this would literally never have been possible! you two did an exquisite job loving those babies. for real.
- La. I cannot thank you enough for being the kind of person you are. you have exceeded my expectations and caused me to rethink my own ideas of what servanthood means. There is apparently no challenge too large for you to take on. You amaze me! Thanks for starting this whole shin-dig up and seeing it through!
I think that may have been longer than a real acceptance speech.
I'm going to bed.See you in the morning.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
So many stories, so little time.
I have some catching up to do.
I committed to doing this blog thing for posterity's sake.
I wanted to have one spot where most, if not all, of my memories of the kids were stored.
Here are a few:
Two nights ago, we were reading bedtime stories and, as a rare treat, Daddy was here with us.
All 4 of us were snuggled in A's new bed (the hottest new commodity in our house) and A. started petting my leg. She was doing it so sweetly and intently, it caught my attention.
I focused my gaze on her, thinking about her delicate mannerisms.
She looked up at me, perplexed, and said, "momma? You's pokey legs."
_______________________________________________________
About 3 days ago, I was having a particularly hard time remembering how blessed my life truly is.
I think I stooped over to pick up 107 baskets full of toys.
My hunny had gone back to work after vacation.
My children literally had it out for me. (of this, I am certain)
I griped to anyone that would listen and found myself near tears numerous times.
My vacuum cleaner, which had been put on the seriously endangered list over 2 weeks ago, became extinct.
All was not well in my world. As I prepared the 2nd dinner for my ever-hungrier, always growing kids: I calmly tried to explain to them that, "Mommy doesn't want to chase you around all day picking up senseless messes. I want to play with you. With one or two toys. We CAN have fun with one or two toys and then put them away and eat our "2nd" dinner. I just don't want to have to be cleaning up huge messes all the time!!!"
My son then responded, "But mommy, That's your JOB..."
Leave it to a 4-year old to coin the perfect 'job description' for motherhood.
It again became my pleasure to be his momma.
____________________________________________________
Just keepin' it real.
Tonight I went to church.
I'll give you all a moment to recuperate...
So I have NEVER been to a Wednesday night service before. It was nice. The kids LOVED it!
A. got to go into JAM/Rainbows with her big bubba and that was a special treat.
Afterwards, momma got to go chat with some of the girls!
Fun was had by all.
We laughed.
We cried.
We peed our pants.
In the middle of the foyer.
Not me, my child, (I might have preferred it to have been me.)
I am certain of my potty-trained-ness.
Her stance (as ree reminded me) was not unlike that of an ostrich, watching the stream hit the floor.
kdp, was a most worthy accomplice as we discovered the contribution to the carpeting. Together, we locked hips and worked on a coverup.
Marme, scolded me as I tried to flee the scene, reminding me of the location of the janitor's closet...
Se la vie.
I committed to doing this blog thing for posterity's sake.
I wanted to have one spot where most, if not all, of my memories of the kids were stored.
Here are a few:
Two nights ago, we were reading bedtime stories and, as a rare treat, Daddy was here with us.
All 4 of us were snuggled in A's new bed (the hottest new commodity in our house) and A. started petting my leg. She was doing it so sweetly and intently, it caught my attention.
I focused my gaze on her, thinking about her delicate mannerisms.
She looked up at me, perplexed, and said, "momma? You's pokey legs."
_______________________________________________________
About 3 days ago, I was having a particularly hard time remembering how blessed my life truly is.
I think I stooped over to pick up 107 baskets full of toys.
My hunny had gone back to work after vacation.
My children literally had it out for me. (of this, I am certain)
I griped to anyone that would listen and found myself near tears numerous times.
My vacuum cleaner, which had been put on the seriously endangered list over 2 weeks ago, became extinct.
All was not well in my world. As I prepared the 2nd dinner for my ever-hungrier, always growing kids: I calmly tried to explain to them that, "Mommy doesn't want to chase you around all day picking up senseless messes. I want to play with you. With one or two toys. We CAN have fun with one or two toys and then put them away and eat our "2nd" dinner. I just don't want to have to be cleaning up huge messes all the time!!!"
My son then responded, "But mommy, That's your JOB..."
Leave it to a 4-year old to coin the perfect 'job description' for motherhood.
It again became my pleasure to be his momma.
____________________________________________________
Just keepin' it real.
Tonight I went to church.
I'll give you all a moment to recuperate...
So I have NEVER been to a Wednesday night service before. It was nice. The kids LOVED it!
A. got to go into JAM/Rainbows with her big bubba and that was a special treat.
Afterwards, momma got to go chat with some of the girls!
Fun was had by all.
We laughed.
We cried.
We peed our pants.
In the middle of the foyer.
Not me, my child, (I might have preferred it to have been me.)
I am certain of my potty-trained-ness.
Her stance (as ree reminded me) was not unlike that of an ostrich, watching the stream hit the floor.
kdp, was a most worthy accomplice as we discovered the contribution to the carpeting. Together, we locked hips and worked on a coverup.
Marme, scolded me as I tried to flee the scene, reminding me of the location of the janitor's closet...
Se la vie.
Conversations:
After going through the story of Jacob and Esau, due to non-stop squabbling:
What's your favorite color?
boy child: red
girl child: blue
What's your favorite animal?
boy: cow
girl: kitty cat
What's your favorite thing to eat?
boy: Fruit snacks
girl: Shrek
What's your favorite thing to do with daddy?
Boy: wrestle
girl: I wanna hold you.... (as she crawls into his kangaroo pouch/lap)
What's your favorite thing to do with mommy?
boy: love mommy
girl: Clean the house, followed by "I don't wanna go to bed - waaaaahhhhh..."
Some night.
Sweet kids.
Onery as they can be.
Shrek?
What's your favorite color?
boy child: red
girl child: blue
What's your favorite animal?
boy: cow
girl: kitty cat
What's your favorite thing to eat?
boy: Fruit snacks
girl: Shrek
What's your favorite thing to do with daddy?
Boy: wrestle
girl: I wanna hold you.... (as she crawls into his kangaroo pouch/lap)
What's your favorite thing to do with mommy?
boy: love mommy
girl: Clean the house, followed by "I don't wanna go to bed - waaaaahhhhh..."
Some night.
Sweet kids.
Onery as they can be.
Shrek?
big bummer.
I faithfully took pictures at our little get-together today (for those of you who, for reasons I cannot explain, missed) and I was snapping this adorable shot when my "INTERNAL MEMORY FULL" light flashed onscreen. I have about 3 mediocre shots on my memory card and I have spent far too long this evening trying to extract the good ones from my camera's internal memory.
If any of you are digital camera savvy, I know you are gonna wanna see these, so throw a suggestion my way before I go cro-magnon and start bashing my camera with a pry bar!
If any of you are digital camera savvy, I know you are gonna wanna see these, so throw a suggestion my way before I go cro-magnon and start bashing my camera with a pry bar!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)