Thursday, May 27, 2010

Mouth Off

Well. I'm about to show you my judgmental and shallow side. I'm sorry. You may think I'm crazy. You may think I'm being ridiculous. I probably am.

Below are my least favorite actresses. To say I dislike them would be an understatement.  They may be perfectly wonderful people, but I generally cannot watch a movie with any of these women in it. And since many of these ladies seem to be in practically every movie that's made these days, I just don't see many movies. I know. It's ridiculous. So without further ado, here they are (in no particular order):

Drew Barrymore

Angelina Jolie

Katie Holmes

Cameron Diaz

Joan Cusak 

Now. I did at one point realize that these women have one thing in common- they have weird mouths. They either do something weird when they speak, they have weird-looking lips (I know, I told you. I'm judgmental and shallow.), or there's something strange and annoying about the way they talk.  I began to think that that must be it. That must be the reason they annoy me. 

But then I remembered Julia Roberts. She has a very unusual mouth shape. And I adore her. She is one of my very favorite actresses. So that means there's only one logical conclusion: the other ladies are just bad actresses. And that's reason enough to avoid movies in which they star. It has nothing to do with their quirky mannerisms or voices. I'm not that shallow, surely. They are simply overrated, mediocre at-best. 

Don't judge me! Okay. Maybe I deserve to be judged on this one. But. I am willing to reconsider my opinion, if you can suggest a movie containing any of these women, that will change my mind about them. Go.


Eisley has always been very vocal. Well. I say always, as though it's a long time. She's only 21 months old. But. She began talking at an early age, has an extensive vocabulary, and is already stringing some pretty complex sentences together. Well. Complex for her age anyway. Every day, I find it surprising when I hear her speaking in sentences. I guess it's surprising because she's still my little baby, and babies aren't supposed to speak in sentences.

But more than being surprised, I find it fascinating to discover the things she wants to talk about. You just never know what it's going to be. The other day she very seriously told me, "Mommy. My feet are SOOOO pretty."  Yesterday she put a skillet on her head and said, "Oh, I SOOOO silly, Mommy!"

And this morning, she walked up to me and said, "Mommy. Daddy's at work. He's not here." She immediately followed that statement with, "Mommy? You need to poo poo?" No. I did not. But that's a question we often ask her, so I guess she figured everyone gets asked that question.

On the way to school, she told me about blowing bubbles with her daddy last night. She said, "I blow bubbles with Daddy. I blow bubbles tooooo close. Daddy helped me." (The "too close" statement refers to her practically putting the bubble wand in her mouth, instead of near it.)

When we got to the church parking lot, she got out of the car, and pointed to the car next to us. She said, "Mommy, that's Darlene's car." It was Miss Darlene's car. I don't know how she knew that was Darlene's car. We've never pointed that out to her.

I got a call today from our friend Nikki, who is in charge of the church nursery. I got off the phone, and Eisley said, "That's Nikki. Nikki's Lilly's mommy. Lilly's daddy is Jordan." Again. All true statements. And appropriately constructed.

I don't share this information to brag about how smart my kid is. I'm mostly just in awe of her and the One that created her. And I am thankful. I am thankful for my little girl who is now becoming a friend that I can talk to and have actual two-way conversations with. I look forward to many more in the coming years.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Another Important Class

I did not forget about the series I was in the midst of a few weeks ago-- the one where I'm sharing about some of my favorite/top seminary classes. I didn't forget- the semester is quickly coming to an end, and the demands of it have ramped up a bit since then.

I can say with certainty, that I would not be who I am today without having taken Lester Ruth's History of Christian Worship class. I just took it this semester, but it has profoundly shaped me and my understanding of right worship.

This class was fun. The readings were excellent. Dr. Ruth was fantastic. And I learned. I learned why good worship matters for good theology. And vice versa. I learned the importance of Trinitarian worship and what that even means. I grew in my awe of, love for, understanding of, and appreciation for God the Father, Son, and Spirit, and how they all work together in their distinct roles. I became aware of how I often sideline one or two persons of the Trinity and show favoritism for one over the others, and how this has in some ways negatively affected the way I view God. I walk away with a new understanding of the role of the minister and musician and everyone else who participates in worship leading.  I walk away with a profound awareness of why everything we do in worship matters-- not at all for me and and what I get out of it. But for a right orientation of worship- to the Father, through the Son, and in the power of the Holy Spirit.


But not like Martha Stewart.

Our friend that keeps Eisley on Friday afternoons told me the following story about Eisley today. This afternoon, she put a very tired Eisley down for a nap, who used to have a very easy time falling to sleep on her own.

But one hour later, she was still awake. She wasn't upset. She was just being sneaky and deliberately not taking her nap. Eisley has figured out how to, while in it nonetheless, take the mattress (that Velcros down to the bottom) completely out of the pack & play. Our friend would hear a thump! coming from the room where Eisley was, so she would go back to check on Eisley, and as soon as the door would open, Eisley would plop herself down, close her eyes, and pretend like she was sleeping.

As soon as our friend would leave, she'd immediately hear the very familiar thump! again.

This happened about five times. Finally, our friend went in and said something like, "Eisley, I know you're awake. You need to go to sleep now."

So Eisley, who got her feelings hurt by this, started whimpering.

But eventually fell asleep.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

I knew it.

See my previous post, to shed a little more light on this conversation.

This morning I was getting Eisley dressed for the day. I said to her, "Are you my baby?"

She said, "Noooooooooo, Mommy!"

I said, "Are you my big girl?"

She said, "Yep!"

This was after a funny moment at the breakfast table. On Monday nights our friend Joe comes to stay with us. He is a student at the seminary that commutes from his home 1 1/2 hours away. He drives up for Monday night class, stays at our house, and then leaves Tuesday mornings for an 8 a.m. class. It was easier for him to find a place to stay in Wilmore on Monday nights than doing all of that back and forth driving. Billy, Eisley, and I all look forward to Joe's weekly visits.

This morning Joe walked out of his room and into the kitchen, where Eisley was sitting at the table. She said, "Hi Joe! I a big girl!"

This is apparently her new declaration to the world.

We love lentils

First things first: tonight I made a killer lentil bean soup for dinner. It was delicious, and I was pretty impressed with myself, considering I made the whole thing up-- I'm not sure I could ever repeat it, but it was good.  It was a "raid the pantry" kind of dinner, and it worked.

I fully anticipated that Eisley would hate it. I planned on it, actually. She's very picky about her beans, and the only other time I'd offered her lentils, she spit them out as fast as they went in. But I wanted lentil bean soup, so I made it anyway.

I was wrong. Eisley LOVED the soup. She insisted on feeding herself (which we encourage). But with soup, that means LOTS of drips and a great big mess. Her newest go-to phrase, that she uses in the event that she's even remotely frustrated is, "I need help!" I expected she would say that as she struggled to keep her soup in the spoon.

Instead, she uttered words I wasn't quite prepared to hear. She said, "I do it, Mommy. I a big girl!" She said it again, "Mommy, I a big girl. I do it." And then she screamed, "No help!" as I tried to force my help on her anyway. I retreated. 

Now. I know she's a big girl. And now I know she thinks so, too. But I still think of her as a baby.  I tell her, "I'm so glad you're my baby!" Now I wonder how much longer Eisley will allow it.

Here are some pics I snapped with my phone of the lentil bean soup adventure:

Sunday, May 9, 2010


I'm sitting here relaxing after a very long Mother's Day.  Billy has gone out to get sushi-to-go from our favorite sushi place. Eisley is in bed, and I'm enjoying the first bit of quiet all day. Eisley doesn't quite get the concept of Mother's Day, so today has really been just like any other day in the life of a spunky toddler and her parents: exhausting! Even still, I LOVE that I get to be Eisley's mom. I must be the most blessed mom on the planet-- she is seriously fun and wonderful.

Today I got an adorable card, handmade by Billy and Eisley, and a whole bunch of flowers. My real gift came about three weeks ago, though. Here it is:

A fabulous new pair of running shoes. Many years ago I used to run. Not only did I run, but I actually enjoyed it. I've missed running the past few years, and there seem to be 1,000 things I let keep me from doing it. But that has come to an end. I'm running again, and I love it.  I go running about 4 nights a week. And though I am in horrible physical condition right now, and some days I feel like I'm going to die at the end of a run, I love it. I have a couple of awesome ladies encouraging me along the way, and of course Billy and Eisley. Billy has been very encouraging, even though I know he thinks that running is the most boring sport ever. And when I come home from a run, he has taught Eisley to say, "Yea Mommy! Mommy ran fast!" It makes me forget all about the fact that I'm dripping with sweat and can barely breathe.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day!

To Mimi (my mom) 

MeeMaw (my stepmom)

Grandmomma (My mother-in-law)

And to me, too! Glad to have joined the ranks of these three high-quality women. I am so blessed to be Mommy to this beautiful and full-of-life girl:

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

I don't want your food

This morning I stepped out of the shower to see Eisley with a shampoo bottle in-hand. She was stirring it around in the toilet.

I said, "Eisley, no! What are you doing?"

She responded, "I cooking in the potty, Mommy!"

When Eisley "cooks", I usually pretend to eat whatever she serves.  Not today.

It's a good thing I cleaned the toilets on Monday.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Sometimes You Just Have to Sing.

This afternoon Eisley and I were on our way home from work/school. It was a great day for a drive through the gorgeous Kentucky landscape. The sun was shining, the sky was an amazing shade of blue, and the iPod was on shuffle. It's as if the iPod knew how gorgeous today was, and chose songs PERFECT for a day like today. And with music that good, under such conditions, you just can't help but belt it out and sing along. I mean, I was really singing today as we made our way home.

When of course I looked to the backseat to discover that Eisley had her hands over her ears, and she began saying (crying!!), "Noooo, Mommy! No singing!"

Ah. A dagger to the heart. I know I don't sing well. But I didn't know I was bad enough that my not-even-two-years-old daughter couldn't take it. :) Yikes! I wonder if they make Eisley-sized ear plugs?

Monday, May 3, 2010

The Final Push

3 weeks (okay, less than 3 weeks) until graduation. I am most definitely in freak-out mode. A ridiculous amount of papers have yet to be written. I think I'll get it all done. I hope I'll get it all done. Join me in praying that it will all get done, won't you?