Friday, January 29, 2010
It was Super Bowl weekend, so the day after Micah was born, John brought pizza to my hospital room and we watched the first half of the Super Bowl together. The pizza was a big deal because I had a c-section with my first birth and had a liquid diet for several days. Micah was a VBAC so I was cleared for pizza. This must be why now Micah's favorite food is pizza.
We didn't know then what a joy Micah would turn out to be. He has a great sense of humor and even a sense of timing to go with it. He is thoughtful and tender-hearted. He hates eating anything remotely vegetable-related and has a hard time focusing on the task at hand, always getting distracted by something infinitely more fun and interesting than finding shoes or cleaning up his bedroom. I have every confidence that even these will turn into a strength of his at some point down the road. Micah has an infectious giggle and big brown eyes that twinkle with mischief.
We love you, Micah!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Exciting news in the world of sports: William got a basket in Tuesday's game! This is now his highest scoring season to date with a total of one basket and one free-throw. That's only the beginning, folks. We expect to see Timberwolves scouts at his games any day now! Well, okay, we won't hold our breaths or anything. But still, he's doing well, steadily improving.
I have a cough this week. I can't ever have brief, dainty bouts of coughing. No, I always sound like I'm hacking up a lung and it goes on for days and days! Nothing but codeine seems to touch it, but I bought some NyQuil for tonight and we'll see if it works. If I have another sleepless night, I'll have to break down and go to the doctor. No offense, Joel and Jeff, but I avoid going to the doctor if at all possible.
Tomorrow night is our church's congregational meeting, so John has been busy preparing that as well as two sermons for Sunday.
Tomorrow is Micah's birthday and Saturday afternoon, we're having a party with four of his friends.
Saturday morning, I have a baby shower to bake for and attend. That event is just up the street, so at least I don't have a long drive.
So, we are busy, but doing well. We are so blessed. God is good.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
On some level.
Some bizarre level.
Like the same bizarre level as the mismatched, freaky toys in Sid's room in Toy Story.
But my point is, it works.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Today, someone gave me a present. Any day I get a present is a good day. And when it's a Shakespearean present, it's even better.
Now, of course, I never knew that I needed Shakespearean Insult Gum, but now that I know it exists...
...of course I need it!
Each tiny box, decorated with the bard's fiz, contains two gumballs.
And printed on the inside of the box is a lovely and inspiring quote from Shakespeare, such as this gem from The Comedy of Errors (which I saw live at the Globe Theatre. Have I ever told you about it? Let me do so...What? Oh, sorry. Back to my original topic):
"Thou art deformed, crooked, old and sere, ill faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere, vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, stigmatical in making, worse in mind."
My favorite part is "ill faced, worse bodied." In other words, "Get thee to the plastic surgeon!"
From King Lear:
"From the extremest upward of they head to the descent and dust beneath they foot, a most toad spotted traitor."
From Henry IV, part 1:
"Thou sweats to death and lards the lean earth as you walk along."
Sounds like an advertisement for a fat farm for intellectual high-brows.
From Henry VI, part 2:
"Base slave, thy words are blunt, and so art thou."
Direct and to the point. (Get it? Point...blunt? Never mind.)
From Henry IV, part 2:
"Thy wit's as thick as a Tewkesbury mustard."
I've never been to Tewkesbury, but we can safely say that they have thick mustard there.
Well, I won't spoil the "fun" by quoting all of them. Go and get your own Shakespearean Insult Gum. You can share the gum with your mom, but I recommend saving the insults for you brother. That's what I plan to do.
Monday, January 4, 2010
If anything can be said about our family, though, it is that we can par-ty! We know how to throw a rockin' party even if Scrooge, the Grinch and Alan Greenspan show up! We got it goin' on! Of course, I was so busy partying that I hardly had time to take any pictures but I did manage to capture the peak of excitement around here!
So, who's coming for next year's party? Anyone? *tap*tap* This thing on?
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Now, only William has to get it and we'll be 4 for 4! I'll settle for 3 out of 4.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
I'm not sure what I dislike about her. It may be partly that I'm trying to read it quickly before it has to go back to the library and this much of anyone's rambling internal dialogue would get annoying. It may partly be her writing style.
She writes a fast-paced stream-of-consciousness which is exciting at first, but, eventually, annoying. She flips from the past to the present to the middle past and back again at an astonishing rate, sometimes using three different verb tenses in one sentence. I don't think of myself as a particularly linear person - just ask my linear-minded husband - but Winner's vague and confusing timeline is disorienting. She throws in experiences and conversations which must be very post-post-Modern because they don't seem to relate to any other themes or topics in the book. Just like the phrase the teen-agers are throwing around willy-nilly these days: "That was random."
Her writing is compelling despite these drawbacks - her command of language is, not surprisingly, excellent (although she tends to do what I just did - stopping the sentence short for a qualifier - which works when it's done occasionally but loses its charm when over-used). She has some flashes of brilliant description and, as I said above, some fascinating insights into Christianity.
I sympathize with her in many ways: a tendency to over-analyze conversations, a preference for "lifestyle evangelism" rather than tract-passing or in-your-face confrontations, times of extreme self-consciousness, academic aspirations, times of spiritual fervor and times of spiritual depression, and so on. Maybe her neurosis is too like my own, maybe she's needy and I'm unsympathetic, maybe I can't take the emotional roller-coaster of her many romances. Maybe I'm jealous because she has succeeded in ways I wish I had succeeded, or because she has a dramatic story to tell - Orthodox Judaism, New York City, Cambridge, Episcopal liturgy - and I have the story of "converting" from one conservative Reformed denomination to another and childbirth. I don't know. And I feel bad for not liking her more. Here she has poured out her heart and soul for the world to trash on and I'm trashin.' No, not trashing, really. I appreciate what she's been through, what she's done, what she's written. I'm just pretty certain that we wouldn't be BFFs if she lived next door.
After all that, I doubt that I have instilled in you any sort of compulsion to go out and read Girl Meets God. Let me share a bit from the book, bits that stood out for me for some reason: insight or good writing or both, and you can decide.
Writing of the value of liturgical prayers: "One, it is important to pray with other people, in a group, a lesson that gives the lie to the lie I like to believe, which is that prayer is just about this vertical conversation between me and God and God and me. And two, liturgy is dull, and habitual, and rote, and you memorize it, and don't think about what you are saying and it is, regardless, the most important thing on the planet. It is the place you start, and the place you come back to."
And later: "Habit and obligation have both become bad words. That prayer becomes a habit must mean that it is impersonal, unfeeling... If you do something because you are obligated to, it doesn't count, at least not as much as if you'd done it of your own free will... Sometimes, often, prayer feels that way to me, impersonal and unfeeling and not something I've chosen to do. I wish it felt inspired and on fire and like a real, love-conversation all the time, or even just more of the time. But what I am learning the more I sit with liturgy is that what I feel happening bears little relation to what is acutally happening. It is a great gift when God give me a stirring, a feeling, a something-at-all in prayer. But work is being done whether I feel it or not. Sediment is being laid. Words of praise to God are becoming the most basic words in my head. They are becoming the fallback words, drowning out advertising jingles and professors' lectures and sometimes even my own interior monologue."
Writing of her college boyfriend: "And I loved him, loved him with that startling, easy college love, the kind you can just fall into carelessly because you are only eighteen and you don't have any idea how much it will hurt."
Writing about skits in church: "I never like these little bursts of theater, which pop up in church services every now and again. They feel infantalizing, like someone thinks the gospel needs to be dressed up and made entertaining rather than just being straighforward and read and dramatic enough in its own right. Skits in church annoy me."
These are some of the bits that keep me reading. They make it worth the sketchy verb tenses and young academic angst. These bits even inspire me a little and allow me to say that I do recommend Girl Meets God. You may want to space out the reading over time, though - this is best taken in small doses.