Saturday, April 07, 2007

Happy Easter

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday and it's 30 degrees outside!!! (Last week it was 80, how crazy is that?) So we won't be going to any easter egg hunts. I'm flying solo today and Daniel has the van - so that's not really an option. Besides, it was fun when we had one little toddler. We did easter egg hunts over and over in our little yard when she was small. But with three it feels simply chaotic, not to mention all the candy that comes into the house as a result of it, most of which is eaten by Daddy since I'm rather picky about my girls and candy.

And my girls are deffinitely NOT wearing easter dresses tomorrow. When I was little the only thing really special about easter was "The Easter Dress". My mom would sew them for us. Sometimes we had matching dresses, especially my little sister and I who are 18 months apart, other times we were allowed to choose our pattern and cloth. My mom is a fantastic seamstress (she even made wedding gowns for myself and my two sisters!) so our dresses were always really nice. Well, I don't really sew and I think that the whole dressing-up-for-easter-thing is rather counter-productive to the whole point of easter.


So tomorrow my girls will be wearing something warm and I'll be wearing jeans. Not because I don't have any dresses, but because dressing up is just SO not what easter is about. And if you think about it, that's a day when so many lost people try out "the church thing" and if they come in their blue jeans and flip flops and we're all dressed up in our frilly dresses and fancy suits, won't that just deepen the chasam of seperation? Won't they feel even more out of place and like they don't belong? As Christians we can't help but communicate - we're not like you - but essentially we really are. We are just like the lost, only we have been found! I find that the lost feel deeply the difference between them and us and I struggle to communicate that we are the same, that I am real. I get frustrated with my kids and sometimes I leave the bed unmade. I struggle with relationships, temptations, emotions and fear, sometimes I say mean things to my husband and sometime I wonder why I am alive. There is a huge difference in my life because I know God the lost do not and I have been filled with the Holy Spirit and lost have not, but at a very basic level, we are all just the same. So Easter & Christmas seem like really the WORST days to get all dressed up, right?


Yesterday I heard this Honey Baked Ham commercial on the radio, the one that goes "Ham Day, Ham Day, Ham Day" and I had a moment's lament that I planned pasta salad for dinner on Sunday and not ham - I had a memory blip and forgot that I was planning a menu over easter weekend - I LOVE ham and that would have been nice, but it'll just be us, and Grammy. My girls are still so little that they prefer PB&J over fancy dinners. Maybe next year, I mean, there is something to be said about huge meals and holidays. Holiday meals are some of of the happies parts of my childhood memories.



Daniel came home on Monday with a book for the girls, it's called "The Jesus Storybook Bible" the subtitle says "Every Story Whispers His Name" and it is one of the most well-written children's Bible story books we've ever had. The girls LOVE the stories and ask for it to be read to them every night. I love the way that it sometimes takes the stories at a different angle then I'm used too. Like when was the last time you heard the story of Jacob and his family and Leah was the hero? It was BEAUTIFUL. Then we lost it :-( On Wednesday I worked for most of the day cleaning out the garage and unpacking boxes meanwhile the girls had a strew-the-toys-into-every-room day. If you have little ones like mine you know what I mean. Somewhere between strewing their toys our across the entire house and the process of cleaning them up we lost the Biblestory book. I almost cried. We have searched our house from top to bottom. It's most discouraging.


I started a book last night, while Daniel was at the prayer meeting. It's called Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller - I love it!! It meanders through a narrative of his childhood to communicate the gospel and what it means to really know God, not just to live in the habits of Christianity. I love the way he takes forever to say what he's saying - not in a puritan sort of way but in a postmodern sort of way, and I love his off-beat perspective. It's just delicious reading. I'll deffinitely be buying his other books "Searching for God Knows What" and "To Own a Dragon" But next I'll read "Through Painted Deserts" click on the link and read the exerpt! It's beautiful. Here's an exerpt of the exerpt on amazon.com



Time has pressed you and me into a book, too, this tiny chapter we share together, this vapor of a scene, pulling our seconds into minutes and minutes into hours. Everything we were is no more, and what we will become, will become what was. This is from where story stems, the stuff of its construction lying at our feet like cut strips of philosophy. I sometimes look into the endless heavens, the cosmos of which we can't find the edge, and ask God what it means. Did You really do all of this to dazzle us? Do You really keep it shifting, rolling round the pinions to stave off boredom? God forbid Your glory would be our distraction. And God forbid we would ignore Your glory.


Katie-Abigail is almost ready to be potty trained. Bummer. I am SO not ready to start working with her! We just moved and I'm pregnant. Daniel, of course, would love for her to be out of diapers at her earliest convenience. It's just that I hate potty training. It was one of the most discouraging, humiliating, frustrating moments of parenting Beth. With Emma I tried half-heartedly a couple times when Daniel asked me too, but neither of them were really potty trained until they turned three. Katie-Abigail is not yet two! It would be wonderful if she were potty trained, I guess. But I don't want to be trying to get her potty trained for the next year and a half, if you know what I mean.

To end this post on a happy note - I had an ultrasound this week! :-) Beth came back with us, that made it really special. She has been looking at a magazine I got from my new OB on baby growth and development so she had a pretty good idea of what she was looking at. We got to actually SEE the baby's heart beating! As well as hear it. Beth said "That sounds like a very healthy heartbeat!" and from then on the sono. tech. called her "Dr. Beth" There was no way to tell if the baby was a boy or girl. I've had enough of these that I am able to make out pretty well what I'm looking at and I saw when he was trying to find out. There was absolutely no way to tell one way or the other, so I'm glad he didn't try to guess. Anyway, everything looks fine. We got one pretty cute picture (this guy has NO asthetic ability when it comes to taking sono. pictures. The last time he gave us a picture it was of Katie-Abigail's SPINE!!) He wanted to give me another spine picture and I said "Do you think you could try to get a picture of the baby's face?" He thought the picture he took looked like an alien baby but I'm thrilled. The printed picture doesn't look as clear as the picture on the screen. Anyway, I am now nearly 15 weeks and I will have another sonogram at 20 weeks and I hope that we will be able to tell then, because Daniel has said that he won't discuss baby names until we know if we have a boy or a girl. If things continue as they are now we'll be discussing it in the hospital!!! I guess that wouldn't be the end of the world. But anyway, I'm very very thankful that everything with our newest little one is doing well.
Check out these fetal development sites: pregnancy.org;pregnancy week by week; american pregnancy; endowment for human development;
A  look into the Second trimester of pregnancy.

1 comment:

Geoff & Abi said...

Great sites, great pictures!
Love, ~Abi