This story surprised me. One fourth of the adults in the United States didn’t read any books at all last year. Read it. And then tell me what is the last book you read. 🙂
Monthly Archives: August 2007
I don’t have a baby in my home. We’ve gotten used to babies. Nine and a half years of babies. When Lauren was still a baby, Rachel was born. While Rachel was still a baby, Caleb was born. And on and on, down the line. Now, Griffin is almost 2. Almost 2. He’s walking and trying to talk. He’s not a baby. He’s a toddler. He’s my only one in diapers, the only one who needs his food cut up in tiny bites. But he’s not a baby.
Griffin doesn’t need sweet, tiny baby clothes that you use the special laundry soap for. We’ve just boxed those up.
He doesn’t need that cute little baby seat that is also a portable bassinet. The one with tiny Winnie the Poohs all over it that wobble when it vibrates. We’re giving that away. Continue reading
Since we’re moving into the back-to-school season, today I’ll share 3 memories of school.
1. I remember my kindergarten teacher coming to my house to meet me before the school year began. She visited each child in his home. I think she even brought me a schoolbus nametag to wear on the first day of school.
2. I remember Miss Booth, my fourth grade reading teacher who was fresh out of college, reading aloud to us. She had the best read-aloud voice and she used all the right inflections and just brought the stories to life. I also remember she asked us all to bring snowboots and coats and mittens and everything to school one snowy day so we could play outside in the snow and build snowmen during recess.
3. I remember being moved around in Mr. Tenney’s math class in sixth grade. It didn’t matter where I sat, I talked to whomever I sat beside. Finally, in frustration, he moved my desk all the way to the back of the room, away from all the other students’ desks and beside his. So . . . I talked to Mr. Tenney. And he let me. And he talked back. But I guess, at least, I was not distracting other children.
What school memories do you have?
I was reading in girl meets GOD today. (Yes, I’m still reading that book.) And Lauren Winner writes something that is like a mirror held up in front of me.
You may remember that Lauren Winner is a convert to Judaism who becomes a Christian. One of the things I love about this book is her way of explaining the Jewish background of pieces of scripture or the Jewish tradition of celebrating holy days. Understanding these tiny snippets of Judaism has turned on several lightbulbs in my understanding of the Bible. It has made me want to learn more so that I can better understand the big picture of what God has been doing throughout history. Continue reading
I don’t want to jinx anything, but I’m pretty sure I can retire my title of World’s Worst Potty-Trainer. Jackson, who is 3 years and 3 months and 10 days old, wore big boy underwear today. He’s consistently peeing in the potty and more often than not, he’s pooping in the potty too. And we haven’t threatened to take away a birthday or anything. He’s doing this on his own. No gimmicks. No Cheerios in the toilet. No M&M’s or Skittles (though, in the interest of full disclosure, I must admit we did that for about a week earlier in June). No cutesy potty books that make flushing sounds. Not even the happy-happy-joy-joy pee-pee victory dance. In other words, this is requiring very little effort on my part. Continue reading
Some friends of ours are going through a really difficult time. They have been for at least four months. Finally, my husband and I decided we needed to tell our daughters a little bit about what’s going on. So the other morning I sat on our bed with Lauren and Rachel and told them in very simple terms some of what our friends are going through.
Nine year old Lauren is a lot like her daddy. She sat silently as, first, her eyes welled with tears and then, those tears slowly slid down her cheeks. She asked a couple fact-based questions and didn’t say much else. Rachel, who will be eight next month, is more like her momma. Rachel needs to talk through every emotion and thought. So Rachel wept, every inch of her body somehow involved in the weeping. Then Rachel began to talk. Some complete thoughts, some pieces of thoughts poured from her. Continue reading