Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Thankful

It's the evening and I'm blogging--this must mean that: the baby is sleeping and Jon is off studying.  Correct and correct.


I've just finished up some work for the evening, and it occurred to me, as I nurse my Gatorade (spins bottle around to check spelling) and sleeve of Saltines, that I have the time and energy to write a quick blog entry.


Tonight, I'm feeling thankful.


We try to emphasize thankfulness with our little one by referring to things as "good," (like, 'Ooh!  Daddy just came back from the store with some good milk!'  Or, 'Aren't you so excited to go and play with your good friends?  We should be thankful for them, they're a gift.') and through nightly prayers, thanking God for all of his goodness that he shows us every day.


Here is a brief list of things for which I'm thankful today:

  • Thankful that our power came back on today after being knocked out by a storm last night.
  • Thankful for being clean and comfortable after a day of feeling flu-ish and clammy.  Also thankful for getting to enjoy the fragrance of clean, post-bath child.  
  • Thankful for a kind and hardworking husband.  Also thankful that he brought the box of diapers in from the car:)
  • Thankful for our energetic and ever-curious kiddo.
  • So thankful for rest.
  • Thankful that during my experience with jury panel screening I've been released from two deeply unsettling trials.  I'm all about civic duty, but I have a hard time watching crime dramas on TV... 
  • Thankful for good friends.
  • Thankful for modern technology--internet, you make accessing information, music, people such a breeze.
  • Thankful for fun and helpful work.  
  • Thankful for endearing Irish blessings.
  • Thankful for our safe and lovely neighborhood.
Goodnight good friends.  We're so thankful for you, your phone calls, emails, blogs, etc.  You're a gift.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Where's the Bird?


Dialogue between chatty baby and Jenn, who has a cold and jumps octaves when she is pleasantly surprised:)

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Future Doctor

How's the cold, mama?  You should be pushing fluids.  Here.
[Stripes and plaids?  That's right, it was laundry day].





Allow me to check your lymph nodes...

And your ears.

Treating the panda for RSV.

Good loves.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

A Good Wife


Since Jon and I were married four years ago, I've given a lot of thought as to what it means to be a "good wife."  

During our pre-marital days, I used to meditate on the guidance issued in Proverbs 31:

 
An Excellent Wife Who Can Find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life.
She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
She is like the ships of the merchant;
she brings her food from afar.
She rises while it is yet night
and provides food for her household
and portions for her maidens.
She considers a field and buys it;
with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
She dresses herself with strength
and makes her arms strong.
She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night.
She puts her hands to the distaff,
and her hands hold the spindle.
She opens her hand to the poor
and reaches out her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid of snow for her household,
for all her household are clothed in scarlet.
She makes bed coverings for herself;
her clothing is fine linen and purple.
Her husband is known in the gates
when he sits among the elders of the land.
She makes linen garments and sells them;
she delivers sashes to the merchant.
Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands,
and let her works praise her in the gates.

(Proverbs 31:10-31 ESV)

She sounds awesome, right?  Godly, wise, super-diligent, enterprising, fit, skilled, generous, beloved etc.  Who wouldn't want to possess all of those qualities?

And so I thought to myself, "I need to mod-podge this to a promenant surface in our house, as a constant reminder of the woman I aspire to be."

But somewhere between the mod-podge, the cross-country moves, the career/school transitions, the additions to our family, I allowed my "good wife" definition to become skewed by the likes of peers, insecurities and platitudes from women like Tyra Banks: "The most important item in your makeup bag is a good night's sleep."  Really, Tyra?  This is like a modern day "Let them eat cake," statement.

Each day, new sources would tell me:

  • Good wives are immaculate.  They are perfectly groomed and put together each day.  Their nails are always done and their elbows are always smooth.  They have endless accessories, which they skillfully pair with flattering outfits so as to keep their husbands interested in them.  Wives who are not immaculate have their doctor husbands lured away by younger, more immaculate colleagues who are more pleasing to the doctor husband eye.  (No joke.  Admonition from a co-worker). 
  • Good wives have immaculate houses, all the time.  They never have dishes in the sink. They never have laundry overflowing from hampers.  Their bookshelves are always dusted.  They don't have gold fish crackers under their couch cushions.  Their floors are always clean and free from peas because their perfect children are tidy eaters that don't throw food on the floor.  They are experienced at organizing life's clutter into little wicker baskets and making their own eco-friendly dish washing detergent.  
  •  Good wives get a week's worth of errands done in a day, in between chores, so that they can spend the rest of the week maintaining their perfect appearance, house and children.
Ok, this is getting a little cynical, but maybe you can appreciate the sentiments.  All of these notions contain traces of truth, but they are distorted by fear, suspicion, insecurity and unrealistic expectations.  Unhelpful and exhausting.  

This type of loss of perspective is corrosive.

I want to be gentle as I explain this, because I feel like it's so easy to let your marriage fall prey to negative influences at times when you feel overwhelmed (good wives don't get overwhelmed, right?).  I've watched it unfold at times in our own home and 90% of the time it's because I've lost sight of my Proverbs 31 Good Wife definition.  This happens when I don't spend enough time talking with God and experiencing him through His word.  The other 10% of the time, I struggle with the Proverbs 31 Good Wife definition itself.  I'm  talking about moments where I feel sincerely perplexed--not about what a good wife is supposed to look like, but HOW she accomplishes all of the things in the Proverbs 31 Good Wife run-down.

Take another look at the list--it is impressive. She can't possibly do EVERYTHING on her list every day, can she?  Bits and pieces, maybe, over the course of the month.  Does she exist on just a few hours of sleep per night and a few handfuls of wheat berries for sustenance?  Does she enlist the help of the fellow good wives in her community of friends, or her children? Does this model wife ever get burnt out and eat an entire sleeve of thin mints?

Perhaps it's that her ability to prioritize her relationship with God that makes all of the other things fall into place.  Maybe it doesn't bother her that she noticed oatmeal in her child's hair at the grocery store because that same child rose earlier that day to call her blessed.

Ladies, I know that there are scads of us out there that want to be excellent wives and mothers.  If you've ever found yourself far from the qualities in Proverbs 31, please know that you're in good company, but seriously, we should stick this passage to our fridges.  Complicated as I find it at times, it serves as a great illustration about how to be a wife that gives life to her family and community.   

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Thrice Melted

Caution: today's post is intimate and sentimental.  I use the word "little" unabashedly.  If you're not interested in this sort of post, but still have a yen to read something, try this, it's mathsy and fun.

There are cracker crumbs between the keys of my keyboard.  Evidence that my son is an aspiring blogger.

Last night was a long night for Team Pagan.  We're all recovering from a very throat-centric and slow-moving upper respiratory virus, and our little boy, who is usually not one to snuggle, wanted nothing more than to be held between coughs.  So pitiful to watch him wake himself up, frustrated and coughing, but so sweet to feel him nuzzle his little face between my neck and shoulder and find comfort in the curvatures that I'm convinced only mothers have.  

Some time around 2:30 a.m. he finally fell asleep and I was able to rest for a few hours on the couch with him.  He kept one hand on my face at all times.  It was adorable.     

And then around 5:00 a.m. he stirred and sat up (eyes still closed).  He sat bleary eyed, waking up and realizing where he was and who he was with--touching his blanket, the couch, my arm...then my face.  And then he immediately made his baby sign for "more food."  It looked something like this:


If there had been a baby sign for "one million fluffy puppies" or "all the happiness this world can offer," and he had signed it, I would have done everything in my power to respond.

Later that day we had to visit the pediatrician to investigate the lingering virus and get a flu booster.  Insult to injury, right?  

While we were waiting for the nurse, we were counting items in the exam room, identifying objects and colors, looking out the window, etc.  And then I thought I would ask for a kiss, since we had had such a snuggly start to our day.  

Ask and ye shall receive--multiple, slobbery kisses.  Again, not at all typical of David P., but my heart nearly exploded in my chest.

Afterward, we went home and played/rested until Jon returned from the hospital.  We had dinner, then bathed and jammied our kiddo.  I read David a story while Jon got milk and medicine ready, and then he came in to say goodnight.  

As Jon was telling David that he loved him, David moved his little hand to his mouth and blew Jon a kiss (a skill his cousin Charlotte taught him last week).  Both of us were agape.  


This is the type of love that makes me ache.        

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Say What You Will About Work-Related Productivity, Readership is Up in Slovenia

This weekend has been wonderful, and it's not over yet.


Technically, I'm supposed to be finishing up some work to better posture myself for a short, but intense week.  Technically.


Instead, I find myself reviewing my stats on blogger.  


I'm not sure if you're familiar with the stats feature that Google offers, but it's kind of great for curiosity and ego, although it has a built-in *reality widget* to help keep things in perspective.  For small-time bloggers like me, it's always fun to look and see which twelve people in the world have been visiting my blog.  


Illustration:


Oh look!  In the past week I've had 17 hits from Slovenia!  Is this more significant than work-related spreadsheet?  You bet.  My boss would probably disagree.  And what's going on in Japan?  I'm not sure, but I'm thrilled.  Japanese friends, I love you and think of you often:) 

And in the past month?


Alright Slovenia, you're being edged out by the UK, but there's still a few days left in the month.  Germany, France, India, Netherlands, Russia and Latvia, welcome welcome!  So nice of you to drop by!

So what could possibly explain the international presence on my tiny space on the internets (*cue reality check widget*)?  I'd like to think that people just enjoy watching my son do cute things like wield sticks or brooms.  Or that they feel like they can identify with our family.  These are potential explanations, but I think a more likely one is that people just really want to find images of Bjorn Borg and cicada killer wasps.  Fortunately for you, gentle reader, this blog has both.  You're welcome:)


This theory is supported by the "traffic sources" feature that allows you to see key words that people are searching for on the internet that can be found on your blog:



It has been my experience that Bjorn is still provoking a lot of interest out there...

Whatever the reasons, I've really enjoyed watching new countries pop up on our traffic source; even if they're simply looking for action shots of former tennis pros or prehistoric-looking insects.  Our international reader-friends are welcome any time:)  

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Had I Been Live Blogging through Tonight's Workout...

In an effort to minimize holiday weight-gain, I took the shallow, financial plunge and invested in a work-out DVD and a set of hand weights (also a great excuse to run to Target during my lunch).  My, how things have changed since 2008:)

You don't have to have experience with one of these home work-out programs to know that it's impossible to live-blog while you're exercising, but while I was supposed to be focusing on engaging my biceps, I thought, oh how I wish I could be blogging my inner thoughts right now...  

They would have sounded something like this:

Workout DVD: Alright, let's get right into it with a warm up...

Jenn: Alright!  This feels good!  This isn't so bad!

[A few minutes pass]

Workout DVD: Ok!  Warm up over...

Jenn: Well that was great for me!  Let's call it a night.

Workout DVD: ...let's move right into cardio!

Jenn: (Sigh) Ok, this is what I paid for, and this is what she's known for.  Man, when was the last time I did a jumping jack?  What is that snapping?  Are those my ankles? (Starting to feel winded).

Workout DVD: Ok, now let's make every minute count.  We're moving straight into strength...

Jenn: (Panting, even in her thoughts) Ok, this chick doesn't mess around.  Right. (Pant).  On to strength.  Good call on the lighter weights, Jenn.  Don't be a hero.

[Several minutes pass]

Workout DVD: On to abs!

Jenn: (Thoroughly winded) WHEN IS THIS THING OVER?!?  WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WOMAN AND HOW CAN SHE CONTINUE SMILING WHILE DOING THIS?  I hope my neighbors can't see me right now...

Workout DVD: I know you're tired...

Jenn: What a smug thing to say.  You run on a treadmill of lies.

Workout DVD: (workout jargon)... butt kicks!  Come on!...

Jenn: Why does it feel like I'm trying to run, waist-deep in sand?  Come on, quads!  Almost done!

[Several more minutes pass]

Workout DVD: Great work!  Now it's time for a cool down...

Jenn: YES!  I can't even lift my arms to fix my crazy, Beethoven-esque ponytail right now.  I don't care--I made it to the end!  Where is my water bottle?

Workout DVD: (calming workout jargon)...legs in extended v....

Jenn: Danger...

Workout DVD: You've just completed session 1!

Jenn: (still lying on the floor next to my embarrassingly small hand weights) Victory!  Done!

Until tomorrow:)