Sunday, February 26, 2012


"I'm turning this off, 'cause I don't like the way this guy is talking." Craig pops the power button on the radio with the palm of his hand. "There."

On the way home from ice skating, Jack and Jane sit in the back seat. Coats, mittens, hats, scarves, snow pants form a landslide around them.

"What do you mean?" Jane asks.

"How is he talking?" Jack wrinkles his forehead.

Craig eyes them in the rearview mirror, passes a red Subaru. "He's angry so he's using bad words," he says.

"Like WHAT?" Jack makes his eyes round. Craig switches lanes, slows to turn left at our corner.

"You know Jack," Jane jumps in, "it's like when you're mad and you say FART instead of TOOT."

"Oh." With that they round the corner and pull up to our house as if all the world's problems have been solved.


1942. How when I ask Myra to get shoes on she comes out with a spiderman slipper and a sock on.

1943. How Lucy hops belly up on the table, leans on an elbow and watches me work on a project.

1944. Her commentary, "Dad actually makes gooder things than us."

1945. How Myra slurps when she eats an orange.

1946. How Jane lies on the grass and spins a shiny pinwheel in the sun before the snowstorm hits.

1947. How Jack and Lu come in from playing outback and Jane pauses in Math. "Mmmm, they smell like outside," she says.

1948. How Lucy pats her tummy, "I don't know why my belly is getting big," she says, "but I think it might be 'cause there's a baby in my tummy."

1949. How when Jack gets in trouble we pray together. And how when I say I can't understand what he's saying he says, "Oh. Do you think God could?" And we agree he can.

1950. How Myra brings me her blankie when I sleep in.

1951. Teaching the children to obey the first time we ask and the harmony it brings to our home.

1952. How we giggle and laugh over the tiny diapers I've made for the baby.

1953. A frying pan big enough to cook eggs for all of us.

1954. Short grain rice with lime and browned butter.

1955. Learning Canasta and how to be a good sport. Again.

1956. Fried chicken and blackberry pie.

1957. Settling into a season of waiting, seven weeks now until the baby's due.

1958. All the name suggestions. (Thank-you!!) And how we pour over them like a bag full of marbles waiting for one to seem just right.

1959. Learning and praying to be gentle, to let quiet words speak for themselves.

1960. Learning to not laugh at things that aren't funny.

1961. Learning again how small I am and how big God is.

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Southern Gal said...

Sweet pictures of your babies. And a sweet list to boot. Have a blessed week.

See Jamie blog said...

Oh my goodness, I love your list. Such sweetness. The photos, too. Your family is beautiful.

Amy said...

Beautiful list. I love #1947- the smell of outside :) Thanks for sharing

Daniel and Cerissa said...

Looking forward to hearing what the bag of marbles produces! Can't wait to meet the little guy!

Tara said...

I always just love your much goodness here :)

Goat said...

You model the behavior you expect in your children. When they get older and need to make a decision to walk away from something unwholesome, they will have not just one template but a whole lifetime. Talk about giving you security. Pure confidence to do the right thing.

Adina said...

Learning not to laugh at things that aren't funny. . . That's a tough one for me.

keLi said...

i needed this laugh. and your lists make me miss this - not just the blogging/counting, but the way it trains your eyes. you're good at gratitude, lady. :)

Kim Hyland said...

I haven't been here in awhile, but am so glad to be back! The precious glimpses of your family and children make me smile and remember not to take mine for granted. Thank you.

Rachelle said...

I can not believe how much Janie and Lulu look alike and how much Myra and Jack look alike! It's striking to me in these photos.

Short grain rice with lime and brown butter?! My mouth is watering!

Learning to be gentle... why is it so hard?!

Love ya!

Kim said...

Oh my goodness. This post made my day!