Monday, July 20, 2009

Messy Party!

I've been dying to do this since Mercy was a wee little one.  We had an absolute blast!

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"Spray Painting"
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This was full of noodles
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Pudding was the biggest  hit
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What a fun party!

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Sunday, July 19, 2009

She already knows how to work a crowd



I'm fairly certain this is a rendition of "Jesus Loves Me" and "I'm Bringing Home a Baby Bumblebee". Isn't it a blessed thing when kids are so comfortable in their church home?

Friday, July 17, 2009

In My Own Little Corner




I know what this looks like and I can assure you that I have not turned M into my little Cinderella slave girl (just ignore me typing in the background).   

As I've been perusing the internet for preschool skills and activities I've been shying away from the letters/numbers/cutsie-wootsie stuff (that's right, I said cutsie wootsie) and leaning more towards the Montessori style of preschool activities. Mercy already knows her letters and letter sounds thanks to Leap Frog Letter Factory (you didn't hear that Dr. Montessori, I don't intend for my child's entire education to be via cartoons) but there are many skills and activities I would like M to master.

Montessori puts an emphasis on practical life skills and keeping one's environment.  We found this vacuum at Wal-Mart for $15 and it has been proven as a perfect tool for Mercy to pitch in with!  True Montessori uses a carpet sweeper, but Dr. Montessori left this earth before the invention of vacuums s I think this will pass!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

getting in shape

Putting this out there for some accountability.  I recently weighed myself and the number was very similar to the number I was at when I delivered Mercy (read: 9 months pregnant).  So, I'm doing something about it.  Making some healthier choices and doing the wii fit every day.  Kevin's doing the wii fit with me.  I'll check in on occasion to tell you what's going on.  Wish me luck!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Church nursery

I think  it's far more important than most would credit it. The nursery was designed, most likely, for the parent's and others sake so that one could hear and focus on a sermon without little ones circling their feet.  And...most any church can provide a place to house potentially distractible children, but a church's goal should be to nourish the soul of the youngest congregants.

I have a special soft spot for church nurseries.  I have vivid memories of my church nursery, the rocking chairs with yellow cushions, mickey mouse on the end of the cribs, orange indoor/outdoor carpet and sturdy wooden painted chairs.  I remember the older couple that crawled around on the floor with me,  rehearsing "here is the church, here is the steeple", coloring with friends, hearing Bible stories, and eating those animal crackers with pink icing that were always cold because they were stored in the refrigerator.

How grounding is that?  For your very earliest memories to be in God's house and the memories to be so sweet and pleasant.  Did those working with me know that supervising my play would have a lifelong impact?  I now have the position of nursery coordinator at our church and I feel so  blessed to have been given this role that I feel is so very important.

Picture of my friends and I in 3 year old Sunday School.  I still have regular contact with 2 people in the picture and both of them were in my wedding!

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Saturday, July 4, 2009

Love grows best in little houses

We live in a tiny house, my parent's house, the one in which I was raised.  2 bedrooms and one bath, a kitchen and a living room.  There are times when I hear my mother's frustrated voice resonating in my head as I attempt to retrieve a pot or pan without causing everything else in the kitchen to to cascade into an avalanche, "This place is too small!"  I have gained a forever respect for my mother and her ability to take care of two girls in this small place. But, the longer I live here the more blesssed I feel by the little things.

Watching my daughter dance in front of the stove to see her reflection-I remember doing the same thing.

Seeing her circle a majestic tall tree that I watched my father plant as a tiny seedling.

Having the ability to see and hear everyone from just about every room in the house

Keeping both girls close together for playing, sleeping and eating.  My sister was always nearby and I'm glad my girls will have the same experience.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
  With fewer walls to separate,
 Where you eat and sleep so close together.
 You can't help but communicate,  
Oh, and if we had more room between us,
 think of all we'd miss.
 Love grows best, in houses just like this.
(Doug Stone)