I don’t know what the goopy sauce was, but I’ve had it in Chinese dishes before. “That viscous, semi-transluscent, color-less sauce that looks like alien amniotic fluid.” You know the one.
An awesome quote from The Girl Who Ate Everything: Cupcakes, Roast Pork, Hot Chocolate, and Fish Bladders.
While reading one of the most heart-wrenching stories yesterday (and afterwards, watching the video), I saw a quote on this blog that grabbed my heart.
“Take the time to be with the Lord as you piece it together again.”
I know that Angie’s story deals with tragedy much more severe than some of my heartache but I was really encouraged as I realized that those words apply to us all.
We don’t have to have all the answers and all the pieces together before we find ourselves before Him, just being.
God has accepted us right where we are, pieces astray and answers unknown. Christ paid our price and we have the beautiful, immense, rich love and grace that we can truly embrace and rest in.
P.S. I hope you do get a chance to view Angie’s story and video. Also, her husband is Todd, from Selah (their music is delicious.)
This video shows that the life of a toddler is pretty sweet. Eating cheerios off the couch, dancing to music, posing for the camera, and making Mommy giggle every time you say I love you.
a toddler’s life and a sparkly tree from Jennifer on Vimeo.
Also, I guess I need to take the Christmas tree down. I’ve been really enjoying it – especially since this is my first real tree. We rearranged the furniture so we could have the tree in the living room and now that we’re taking the tree to the end of the road tomorrow (or soon), there is going to be an empty hole in the corner of the room. 🙁
Maybe I should have a “holiday tree.” All year round. Okay, I know those are sort of tacky but I love having the lights on in the evening. It feels festive, glamourous, and sparkly. I’m going to miss it very much.
In the midst of a very overwhelming week where I’ve been second-guessing every single thing, struggling physically with some sort of sickness that has encompassed me (I can’t even be touched without bruising or pain), I finally found consolation in Daniel’s arms tonight as I sobbed out my frustrations and worries.
He encouraged me and gently reminded me that although I don’t have a lot of answers for my health, the thing-which-will-not-be-named, the mysterious path of faith I am stumbling on, and so much more…that time will heal and often reveal the answers I seek. I just need patience.
We also reminisced about how ever since we’ve met, the Really Big pieces of our story have been bookended by January’s. I got kicked out of high school (and deserved it) in January, Daniel and I were engaged in January, we got married in January, we left a church in January, and this January we are in another state and on the edge of another journey (or precipice depending on my mood).
These pieces of my story remind me that I’ve been at the edge of other paths before. Scared. Overwhelmed. And that slowing down and just focusing on breathing is often better than mapping out a plan (or list after list) for the journey ahead.
Since I’m a play-at-home mommy, I spend a lot of time reading children’s books and occasionally watch a few children’s PBS shows. I’m pretty picky about books and shows that I let Drew read and watch.
That means he watches Dexter regularly and we read murder mysteries before bedtime.
JUST KIDDING.
We actually love Word World (he can’t stand Sesame Street and I’m not a big fan either). And Tigger & Pooh. And we read a gargantuan amount of children’s books.
Drew was given a collection of books for Christmas that he has fallen in love with – mostly because they have stickers sheets in the front.
But I’ve been really bothered by one of the books titled I’m Sorry. I can appreciate the theme of the book – children need to have manners. But the story is rather awful, I think. And not just awful like most Christian fiction, but awful because it is WRONG.
This is the poem throughout the book:
What naughty monkeys at the zoo!
They’re dropping their food and throwing it, too.
The monkeys don’t speak, but if they could,
they should say sorry for not being good.If you drop your food like the monkeys do…
What should you say?
Say “I’m sorry!” too.What noisy hippos at the zoo!
They’ve woken the sleepy old gnu.
The hippos don’t speak, but if they could,
they should say sorry for not being good.If you make a noisy hullabaloo…
What should you say?
Say “I’m sorry!” too.What silly penguins at the zoo!
They’re splashing the lions and the tigers, too.
The penguins don’t speak, but if they could,
they should say sorry for not being good.If you splash your friends when you shouldn’t do…
What should you say?
Say “I’m sorry!” too.What grumpy zebras at the zoo!
They’re pushing in front of the kangaroo.
The zebras don’t speak, but if they could,
They should say sorry for not being good.If you push someone like the zebras do…
What should you say?
Say “I’m sorry!” too.None of the animals in the zoo
know good manners like you do.
But just imagine if they could…
What should they say for not being good?“Sorry!”
Is it just me or is this book teaching that animals are bad for…being animals?!
I will certainly teach Drew that we don’t throw food unless it’s a proper Food Fight, and that being noisy is best when we are at home and it’s just with Mommy and Daddy, and that splashing is FINE when you are in water, and that grumpiness is a normal feeling and instead of pushing other kids around, that pushing his stuffed animals or pillows is best. Or, just don’t push.
But using animals that have these completely natural instincts that aren’t “morally wrong” to teach children manners – seriously? Am I the only one who thinks this is weird and wrong?
This morning while we were eating breakfast, Drew asked if we could “peese boo boo.” I smiled and said sure, so we carried our breakfast into the living room and curled up on the couch and slowly woke up while watching Thomas the Tank Engine and eating yummy cereal and bananas and cheerios and juice and okay, so we ate a lot.
But this particular episode of Thomas the Tank Engine completely floored me.
The episode starts with Thomas’ driver mentioning that Thomas could probably manage without him because the engine knows the route so well. Thomas gets pretty cocky about it and giggles to his friends that he knows he could totally drive his route without a driver. Both of his friends tell him that he is crazy but Thomas starts to waken early the next morning when he feels warm coal inside of him.
Thomas decides that he’s going to prove to his driver and his friends that he really CAN do the whole route on his very own. His plan is to start out early before they wake up. He starts moving but the only reason he is moving is because a careless cleaner had meddled with his controls. But Thomas starts to panic because he realizes he can’t toot his horn or use his brakes. He keeps rolling along, gaining momentum, until he slams into the Station Master’s house!
The Station Master’s family was about to have breakfast. The house rocks, glass goes everywhere, and Thomas’s nose smashes right into the table where they are sitting. The Station Master is furious and his wife sharply criticizes Thomas by saying, “you miserable engine! Just look what you’ve done to our breakfast! I shall have to cook some more!”
The narrator of the episode said “Thomas felt depressed.” Ha. No kidding.
Two Scottish twin engines, Donald and Douglas, arrive and pull Thomas back onto the tracks. They laugh at him and leave him there. And when Thomas arrives at the train yard, there is worse to come.
His driver says “you are in a lot of trouble! You must go to the works and have your front mended. And a diesel rail car will do your work.”
Thomas balks and says, “a DIESEL CAR?”
“Yes, a diesel car. They always stay in their sheds until they are wanted. Diesels never galavant off to breakfast in their Station Master’s houses.”
And then, THE STORY ENDS. That’s all.
I just sat there and stared. Seriously???
Thomas only left the train yard because a stupid cleaner meddled with his controls!!! And yet he got criticized, laughed at, and ended up depressed. And don’t even get me started on the whole “a DIESEL CAR?” Discrimination, anyone?
Drew really thought the episode was hilarious and shouted “WHEELS!” every time the train rolled by and he thought the wreck at the Station Master’s house was funny.
I don’t think he was harmed by viewing it. 🙂
But between the manners book, and this episode, AUGH. Am I being paranoid? Aren’t both of these potentially harmful for a child to read or watch? Or am I just being silly and need to get back to finishing watching Dexter?