Author: Michele Minehart (Page 177 of 311)

in the small things

Sometimes you just need to celebrate the small joys. 

1. My new kitchen sink faucet. It’s tall and slender. It has a pull-down sprayer (though I’m still a bit apprehensive based on FB reviews, but I’ve just decided to enjoy it while I can). 
2. The cause of the new facet: my RO filter is installed. Ah, clean water
3. The ham that was in our garage fridge since CHRISTMAS is now gone. Yes, Christmas. There was a bit of case-getting-on in order to see it finally make its way to the trash (as I refused to open the door to the said refrigerator until it was taken care of). At one point I reduced myself to sarcastic teasing. “I’m sure glad that the trash doesn’t smell like rotten ham instead of the refrigerator where we sometimes keep food with our beer.” 
4. Every clean garment in the house is folded. Not put away, but folded (as opposed to piled into a basket at the end of my couch). And the only laundry on my laundry room floor are sheets/blankets, which I categorize as “as you’re able” type laundry. Non-essential. Like infant-vs.-believer baptism. As long as it gets done sometime. 
5. Penn Station Club – 8 inches of sheer happiness (yes, 8. But I give 2 to a kid. Don’t judge me). It offered an especially tasty flavor as it was my “last supper” before embarking on a bit of a cleanup diet for the next little while. More on that later. 

the kids still live here

It’s been a while since I’ve documented childhood progress. It’s currently nap time, so here we go. In no particular order…

M-Girl, 21 months
  • Chatter, chatter, chatter, repeat, repeat, repeat. The girl is full of not just words, but phrases and sentences. And we’re moving past the parrot stage into her forming her own thoughts and words. It’s amazing to watch her, especially with H boy. 
  • The potty has little luster right now, though we love the undies and she frequently asks to put them on. We’ve moved into bribe stage, which has caught her attention. 
  • The crib rail came down this week so she’s officially in the Big Girl Bed. After sleeping in one at the lake last weekend we decided Mommy and Daddy should stop being lazy and get it done. She likes it and we haven’t had any incidences of her sneaking out. She’s fallen out once, but she climbed right back up. I’m not overly excited about this because as soon as we have her out of the crib, Husband is going to want to fill it again. 
  • She loves her baby dolls; every nap and bedtime she puts them to bed (they lay on their bellies, covered up) and she’ll give them a kiss…”lub you!”
  • Puzzles and other activities are also fun; she likes to line things up and is getting into that engineer stage.
  • She eats about anything we put in front of her and the proof is her Buddha Belly. Adorable. I tell her to go ahead and wear those leggings. Rock it, girl. 
  • Speaking of rocking it… shoes. She loves her some shoes. She always has at least one of them on. 
Baby C – 6 months
  • I can’t believe what a big girl she’s becoming. She’s sitting up by herself 90% of the time and enjoys being on the floor with the kids. 
  • We started real foods last week with sweet potato; we added in banana but after a weekend of decreasing sleep and increased spit up, we discovered she was allergic/doesn’t tolerate the #1 fruit consumed by this household. 
  • A sensitive girl, this one. See above about bananas. We’ve also been fighting eczema since November. Her little buns are finally cleared up, with an occasional flare up, but the rolls in her neck are just breeding grounds and I can’t seem to rid her of the ring. We finally got the right product offering from Meijer, some sort of super-sensitive, petroleum- paraben- all that other bad stuff – free lotion and a paste as thick as glue. Even her scalp is sometimes itchy. Poor girl. 
  • Pat me on the back next time you see me – we’ve maintained a good use of the cloth diapers. She got 3 new ones in her stocking for Christmas and I think with one more set we’ll be able to have a good flow of clean diapers at all times. Next goal: mastering the cloth for overnight. 
  • I think some teeth could be on the horizon as well. Everything is going right to the mouth and lil Sophie the Giraffe has become a BFF. 
  • After just cresting the 6 month mark, we quickly moved into 9 month clothes. Granted, some of these have been through 3 girls prior, so lots of washing involved, but she’s still a hefty weight for her age. You’d think she’d be sleeping through the night a bit better…
H-Boy – 3 years
  • He’s not just a chatterbox, but an up-and-coming lawyer, the way he likes to negotiate and differ in opinion. 
  • The boy is doing better with his manners; we’ve settled into the routine of asking to be excused from dinner and taking our plate to the sink to help with chores. He’s regularly saying please, thank you and sorry, which I’m thrilled is part of his habit.
  • His love for his baby sister has not diminished. If anything, it’s grown. If the baby is nursing, he insists upon sitting on the arm of the chair. He’s always talking to her and using his baby voice to do so. This poor girl will never date. 
  • Though we’ve always limited his time in front of the screen, he loves TV. (I’ll blame the sitter). Recently he’s become fond of Frosty the Snowman as an evening treat. M echos the request for “rosty noman” but then bails after a few minutes. 
  • He’s doing a bit more picking on his sister like the typical big brother; I’ll catch him at times taking toys from M and running away. And then she does it back to him. 
  • The biggest hit of Christmas was the train Grandma Cella got him. It doesn’t so much work with the track, but Daddy figured out how to make it run on the kitchen floor. 
  • He’s eating about anything – not real finicky about anything in particular, it just depends on the day. If you ask him, his favorite food is lasagna, which I’m confident means my creamy chicken lasagna because I haven’t made a good meat lasagna since October 9, 2009
  • He knows the number 7 because that is what must be on the front of his clock in order to come downstairs in the morning. When he counts, it’s usually: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11. I have no idea where 4 and 7 went.
  • He knows M and W (and M mostly because it’s so similar to W). I’m not sure why the W stuck. I think there’s a few other letters in there, too, but the W is his favorite to pick out.
  • He’s still a bookworm and will even read to Molly now – especially the books he knows by heart: Brown Bear, Brown Bear, Hop on Pop, and even some Green Eggs and Ham.

Husband and I are started to get settled in. He’s got a few teacher friends that he’ll visit on the weekends; I have a former-student-turned-friend that goes with me for fro-yo in sub-freezing temps or coffee. I had lunch with someone from work (she lives in town but is remote as well), so chalk up another tally for leaving the house dressed. We’re trying out a new church and have thus far enjoyed it. We’re going to meet with the pastor next week to hear a bit more about what the church is doing and where it’s going. I’m curious if most pastors get random emails from people who have visited twice, asking them to come over and share about the vision of the ministry. I’m not sure I ever heard of it when I worked for one. But you’re all aware the beat of our drummer is usually leads us to clap on the one and three.

 
So, that’s it from the homefront. Who wants to jot this down in the baby books? 

the window or the mirror

I’ve never been much into the Prophets. I took a fantastic class on it in seminary and I was completely blown away by the depth and the practical implications of these faithful people. However, I took the class online and completely missed the beautiful content that the lectures held. It’s hands-down my biggest regret of seminary. 

But lately I’ve been reading the most major of the majors – Isaiah. 
Understanding the prophets is sometimes a challenge because there’s always a historical context to consider. Before jumping to the here & now, we have to get a grip on the there-and-then. And the best I know is that this was a tumultuous time of good and bad kings, a split kingdom and frequent invasions by neighboring peoples. 
So I find this word interesting (do me a favor and set aside the obvious Christ references for a moment and look at the entire picture. Then return in Where’s Waldo fashion to see how it all fits together. Sometimes all those trees get in the way of that beautiful forest).  Two nearby kings loom in the distance, threatening an invasion.  Isaiah goes to King Ahaz to tell him not to fret; Ahaz tells God “I’d never make demands on God” and Isaiah gets a bit huffy about such a statement, following with:
So Isaiah told him, “Then listen to this, government of David! It’s bad enough that you make people tired with your pious, timid hypocrisies, but now you’re making God tired. So the Master is going to give you a sign anyway. Watch for this: A girl who is presently a virgin will get pregnant. She’ll bear a son and name him Immanuel (God-With-Us). By the time the child is twelve years old, able to make moral decisions, the threat of war will be over. Relax, those two kings that have you so worried will be out of the picture. But also be warned: God will bring on you and your people and your government a judgment worse than anything since the time the kingdom split, when Ephraim left Judah. The king of Assyria is coming!” (Isaiah 7:13-17, emphasis mine).

While sometimes the fear of what *could* be coming immobilizes us, we walk around blind to our own bleeding, self-inflicted wounds. Essentially God warns Ahaz, you have nothing to fear from these nobody kings. But your hypocrisies are another story. And because of that, I’m getting a bit tired.
It’s not what these other guys are doing that you need to be scared of.
But the way your own kingdom lives – that should instill a little fear. 

So often we look to the distance and allow ourselves to worry and fret over the ways in which our fortress may be insecure. God, save us from…. them. 
But we don’t need saved from them. 
I need saved from me. 
If left to my own devices, I would simply self-destruct. But God offers a way. 
She’ll bear a son and name him God-with-Us
“I still have many things to tell you, but you can’t handle them now. But when the Friend comes, the Spirit of the Truth, he will take you by the hand and guide you into all the truth there is. He won’t draw attention to himself, but will make sense out of what is about to happen and, indeed, out of all that I have done and said. He will honor me; he will take from me and deliver it to you.” -Jesus (John 16:12-15)

It’s not what is in front of us, it’s what lies within us. 
It’s not who, but Whose. 
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