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Eternal Appetite of Infancy

February 4, 2010

“The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning; but the variation is due not to my activity, but to my inaction. Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life. The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again’; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again’ to the sun; and every evening, ‘Do it again’ to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”

— G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

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Vapour and Proof

January 24, 2010

Dear God, be with young mothers and children in Haiti.

Here is a link to a thoughtful post written several weeks before the earthquake by a brilliant former pastor. He tells about “the vapour of this little time,” our lives. He also tells about proof of God’s love.

“It is a fellowship with God, a stewardship from God which no one wants, this business of losing sons.”

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Daisy’s Seizure

January 24, 2010

Unfortunately, Daisy has to see a pediatric neurologist since her seizure last month. We had a completely normal, happy Wednesday, but around bedtime I thought she felt a little warm (she was not fussy at all). The thermometer read 100, so I gave her some Tylenol, and she went to bed. She would cry out occasionally and then go back to sleep…but that was normal for her when fever-free. I kept walking down the hall to her door and she would go back to sleep for another hour or so.

Finally by about 1:30 in the morning she cried out, and I thought we should take her temperature again. She felt like she was having fever chills. When I brought her into the light I could see her eyes were open and staring off to the right, and her entire body was involved in horrible jerking. She was gray and completely unresponsive to my calling (which quickly escalated).  We called our parents and the paramedics. She quit shaking after about a half an hour, but she didn’t respond to me until 3 hours later at the ER. We were at the hospital for a few days, and Daisy was diagnosed with a complex febrile seizure (see “Types”). I was told it is a miracle she survived it.

According to the neurologist, her abnormal EEG results reveal that she has a susceptibility to seize (simultaneously causing parental heart-attacks). Her age, the length of time within the seizure, and the poor use of her right side were all abnormal, apparently. She’s on medication and will continue to visit the neurologist regularly this year.

I have, sort of, isolated myself and the kids. No church nursery, no large play groups, no chick-fil-et play gym. Hopefully it’s not obsessive. (I probably should not mention my hose-down-of-the-grocery-cart ritual.) I know it cannot all be avoided. Germs and infection, that is. But what are reasonable precautions? If a simple fever can make favorable conditions for Daisy to have a life-threatening seizure…  I realize they need to build immunities (and they will no matter what I do), but must we go look for illness?

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Potty 101

January 17, 2010

We did not begin to have potty success until we offered Andy some light reading.

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Little Man Monologue

January 12, 2010

Yesterday I sat on the couch with pen and paper, copying Andy’s thoughts as he shared them aloud.

Farmer drive green truck.

Other green car.

Other farmer car.

What you doing?

What you doing over there?

Okay?

Want to play? (Moves the Lego car from the trunk to the floor.)

Still driving. (Back up to the trunk.)

Little man.

Little tree goes in here and drive.

Farmer sitting down.

We stay in the car! (Having trouble getting Lego man to plug in.)

Now go in.

Stay in the airplane.

Run like airplane! Run like airplane! Run like airplane.

He fall out again.

Stay in the car again.

You sit down!

Green farmer.

He stayed in. :) (With great satisfaction.)

He fall out few minutes.

Yay!

Daisy, excuse me.

He came out.

He buckle in.

Daisy move. Daisy move. Daisy move!

(Parental intervention.)

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Hello Handmade

December 4, 2009

My friend Betsy should be famous. And her striking calligraphy deserves a big award. She has an Etsy shop, Hello Handmade, where she and another artist collaborate and sell their artful goods. From this year’s collection, my favorite is the Tannenbaum Specimen Chart. They’ve also put together a stunning “Laureled Tea Towel” for the new year of 2010.

Betsy has also been featured on Martha Stewart wedding blog recently. Sweet!

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Daisy Crawls

December 4, 2009

I’m not sure of the exact date when she crawled on hands and knees, but in the last week of October she was scooting herself all over the place. At first she would bear up on her hands and knees and leap (far) forward, falling in sort of a belly-flop style on her face. Andy would look over and say, “No Daisy, no,” as if he was trying to tell her she had it all wrong. This method never seemed to bother her. She has a stout heart.

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My mother is a gem.

December 3, 2009

She’s a very good observer of God, I believe. Or at least her understanding leaves me ever-surprised by how big He is. She’s a quiet-natured person, but that’s because she’s listening intently to what you are saying and not that she’s timid and ineffectual. Laughing at herself or unforgiving circumstances comes naturally. She’s sensible of the passing need. My mom has a wealth of creative ideas. Reading and learning and growing didn’t take a back seat when she became a wife and mother. She works hard and her skill is excellent. Her ability to serve others often seems inexhaustible. I’ve always wanted to be just like her.

(I call her blessed.)

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Mamma Weasel

December 2, 2009

I saved a memory game from my undergraduate stash of “art teacher supplies.” The game is played just like Memory, except all the square, thick stock playing cards have famous museum paintings on them. Andy is too young to play according to the rules, so we just build towers or card houses and then knock them down with his toddler-version of a bowling ball. When it’s time to clean up, I try to point out a few and tell him the names of the paintings. If you were to go to the Louvre with my son, he would be able to tell you which painting was the Mamma Weasel, or “Mona Lisa.”

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Arsenic and Old Lace

December 1, 2009

Seth has Arsenic and Old Lace coming on Netflix next. Yay!

It wasn’t until I met Seth and his dad that I was really introduced to Cary Grant (and quite a few other fun black and white films). Thanks guys!