I’m so ready for it to be Christmas! We gave Sam his Christmas present from us tonight - a set of 3 balls (soccer, basketball and football) Tim opened up the box & held out the football first.  Sam touched it (and I guess because of the texture & shape) kinda flinched back from it.  Then Tim showed him it was a ball, it just looked different.  Now he loves it (the basketball and soccer ball are a little too big for his hands - he can’t pick them up with one hand.  But the football fits perfectly.) He has started flinging it across the room, just last week he sort of just let things roll out of his hand.

Also, this week he started babbling “da-da” like words;  He also looks at the tree and says “shreeeeeee” with lots of spit and emphasis; (We look at it a million times a day — he is enthralled) and he has started clapping, which makes me very happy because we have been doing pattycake forever and I was starting to wonder if it was all in vain.  No more.  He gets excited and claps for himself.  He is so funny.

I can’t believe tomorrow is wednesday, but I always feel like the week before Christmas is the longest ever.  I am like a little kid, and I think I always will be.  the idea of sleeping in on Christmas doesn’t ever occur to me - I guess I get this from my dad who used to try and bribe us to tell him Christmas presents! I think I’m even more excited because it is Sam’s first Christmas.

Sometimes I look at him in awe like OHMYGOSH you weren’t here a year ago.  It’s so crazyweirdwonderful.  I am really glad that we had him.  That might seem like a stupid statement, but if you knew me at the beginning of my pregnancy, it’s not.

Anyway I should’ve been in bed hours ago (thanks Grey’s Anatomy - and no don’t leave me comments about how Grey’s is awful, childish, sinful)

I’ve finally given in to bloglines. I have like 45 blogs I read.. now I don’t have to check them all the time. Tim suggested this like a year ago.. but I kind of resist him until I decide it’s a good idea.  I’m cool like that.

We have small group tonight.  We used our friends’ carpet cleaner tonight.  It’s like a $2000 machine (they didn’t pay that much) that said it had a 15 year life span.  We thought we broke it after 15 minutes.  There were tears shed.. but now I think it actually cleaned the carpet.  Praise God.  My group can focus on Philippians instead of my dirty carpet :)

Tomorrow is my brother’s 14 birthday.  AHHHHH.  I am going to be double his age soon! It’s crazy.  I was 14 when he was born and it does NOT seem possible. I know I sound like his mom or something… I got him a gamecube controller from Game Stop for his birthday.  Tim gave him our old gamecube during the summer, but kept our controllers since you need them sometimes with the wii.

I have been on a crying/weepy/sad streak lately. I hope it stops.  SEVERAL things have not gone “right” lately and I think it’s adding up.  I think there’s a reason I usually go somewhere for Thanksgiving.. the month until Christmas seems so LONG.

I put these verses on my refrigerator the other day though, & they have helped:

Philippians 4:6-7:

6 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. 7 Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.

Matthew 6

25 “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? 27 Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?

28 “And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, 29 yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. 30 And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?

31 “So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ 32 These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. 33 Seek the Kingdom of God[d] above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.

34 “So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today.

I never remember to update.  My log-in is in a weird place.

Thoughts:

I just looked up an obituary for a woman who went to our church.  Right next to it was one for a baby who was born August 27.  Tim talked to the funeral director about it because he had to direct it the next day.  I went to our hospital’s website and he was still young enough to have his picture up in the nursery’s page.  It’s crazy.  I can’t imagine Sam dying.  I can’t even conceive of what I would do.  Probably go crazy.

Sam likes to pull up to everything and move around.  He likes to play with everything that isn’t a toy.  He has all these toys around him and refuses to play with any of them.. he wants our keyboard, laptop, camera, or cell phone (can you say ‘dork’)

We put up our christmas tree and at first he couldn’t care less.  Now occasionally he will do his talking/singing at it.   Sometimes I think he tries to say ‘tree’ after i say it.. it’s really cute regardless.

On the sippy cup front- still not working out.  He will drink out of a real cup, and today while I held a sippy cup he would drink out of it.  So I gave it to him to hold and he would chew on it, then threw it on the floor and it busted open and water went everywhere :)

We had a good thanksgiving - it was good to have a holiday doing what we want… sitting here with our friends.  We may do it every year we have decided.  It was nice to not be pulled in 17 directions.

We got Sam’s Christmas/9 month pictures taken.  We hadn’t got any taken since he was 3 months old - he couldn’t smile or sit up.. wal-mart takes six years to get them back to you though.  3 weeks.  It’s so long.

I am looking forward to Christmas.  Tim hasn’t been out of Michigan since last Christmas.

We lowered Sam’s crib tonight.  He still chews all over it.  He’s like a beaver.

Everyone I know is pregnant.  I guess you reach an age when more and more and more are pregnant.  It’s crazy.

I really should go to bed - but I’d rather clean and sleep in, knowing I have things done (it’s Tim’s day off so he can be with baby)

I’ll try to update more then every month :)

back from cinci, & still exhausted from being gone.

watching pushing daisies with the husband.  He’s all about it.

I really should be cleaning, but I’m sitting here in my pajamas.

I am loving Neko Case, and Ryan Adams.

I got out the Christmas stuff last night.

I may really go to bed at 8 pm.

I am getting old! :)

(I found the article, it was written by Joel Belz and was in the July 2002 World Magazine.)

With the marriage three weeks ago of the last of my five daughters, I hope I’ve earned the right to repeat in this space some observations I first made much earlier in the process.

At the wedding, I shed a few tears—but found no deep regrets or worrisome apprehensions. Am I a dreamer? Is it foolish in today’s context not to be paralyzed by the prospect of failure in marriage?

Why have our expectations been so radically lowered that we’re scared, when we meet someone we haven’t seen for 10 years, to ask how the family is doing?

It’s partly because we’ve also forgotten what high expectations God has of marriage. Yet that’s why when I kissed my daughter goodbye a few days ago, it was with much more joy than fear. I think she and her husband have an exciting glimpse of the prospects God has put before them.

My own first serious thoughts about marriage came in the late 1950s. In spite of the fact that in my parents I witnessed a marriage that was both solid and romantic, I recall getting a strangely discomfiting message from other sources during my late adolescence. “Marriage is OK,” I heard. “But don’t expect too much from it. It’s hardly designed to put you in orbit.”

I heard such cautions from several sophisticates who thought they were doing me a favor. They didn’t want to set me up for a fall. They didn’t want me to go off dreamy-eyed into the land of matrimony with all its traps and pitfalls. They meant well—but I came to resent what they said.

For when I did marry and then discovered those flat spots every married person encounters, my instinctive response was to say, “Oh, this is what they meant. This is why the veterans said, ‘Don’t expect overly much. It’s OK—but don’t expect heaven on earth.’”

So I didn’t—and that was a poisonous concession. Satan has wicked tricks to play on people who get close to God’s good blessings. When a young couple tastes the excitement of a good marriage, Satan goes all out to spoil the fun. He takes advantage of the low spots, taunting the unwary with half-truths. “Did you really think you deserved better than this? Do you really think God owes you perfection?”

Precisely because those accusations are almost true, we fall then for Satan’s bigger and terribly destructive lie: “This is as good as it gets,” he says, blunting God’s great promises. We swallow seeds that lead first to skepticism, then to distant coldness, then to alienation and separation, and too often to divorce itself. For it’s not a very big jump from “What did you expect?” to “What’s the use?” Condemning ourselves—and too often seeing very few good marriages around us to cheer us on—we settle back in resignation, numbed with the discouraging recollection, “So this is what they meant.”

The problem with the lower “realistic” standard is that pretty soon people buy into it. The lowered standard becomes what everyone starts shooting for—and then they start missing even that. The disintegration of what we used to call normal becomes predictable.

But that’s not what God had in mind when He designed marriage. Hope rises against all that gloom because of our conviction, as Christians, that God did intend marriage to send people into orbit. He specifically meant it to provide a taste of heaven on earth. Marriage, after all, is His own carefully drawn picture of the relationship He wants to have with us. If that discovery comes a little late for some of us laggards, let’s at least ensure that it comes early for our children. Let’s stress to them that God means marriage to be the most elegant and satisfying expression of all possible relationships between people—and that if it’s less, they’ve diminished God’s glory and shortchanged their own pleasure and delight. Let’s stress those truths both by honest precept and by modeling believable excitement in our own marriages.

It takes work, of course, and that’s part of the problem. In this era of instant happiness, we tend to forget that those endeavors that bring the greatest joys usually also require the most excruciating endeavor.

I wish that a couple of weeks ago I could have passed on to my daughter and her husband as a wedding gift a society where the threats to a happy and enduring marriage are smaller than they were a generation ago. But, of course, I couldn’t.

Failing that, however, I’ve determined to raise the standard high and to tell my children plainly: “God made marriage good. No, that’s not emphatic enough. He made marriage much better than good. He made it to be terrific. And don’t ever let our blurring of the picture, or your own self-doubts, keep you from discovering that for yourselves. Whenever God’s promises are involved, it’s worth a whole lifetime of hard work.”

And then I pray that someday, they’ll sit back in their own delight and say, “Oh, that’s what he meant.”

I hate when people see you do something nice for your husband/wife (in my case, husband) and say, “You’re young, it will end.”  This has happened to me so many times.  It is one of the things that annoys me the most in life.  It is the same people to me on my wedding day (or close to it) said “Are you SURE you really want to do this?”

I want to know what the magic age/number for not being nice to my husband is - I think it’s a retarded argument.  If I’m going to be mean, I’ll be mean now - It’s not as if we haven’t fought in 7 years.  On any day, I could be a horribly mean person if I chose to.  The only reason I’m not is JESUS, not because I have such a love for Tim that we always get along & agree.

I have an article from world magazine that I saved like 6 years.. on this topic. If I find it, I’ll post it.

I read a blog called Frugal Hacks about everyday.  They posted a very good article.  I know I have felt this way a lot - because I do want to be a better person, so I enter a bookstore and start to panic.  Have fun reading :)

Most of my posts here thus far have been philosophical rather than specific, which wasn’t really my intention when I started. But I’m doing it again this week. That’s the funny thing about writing, so often what I sit down to write isn’t exactly what comes out of my fingers. I have a lot of apples on hand this week, and I was going to write about ways to use them (if you’re wanting ideas, here are three- apple fritters, crunchy oatmeal topping over apples, and crockpot apple butter).

But then I spent too much time and money at the thrift shop yesterday (we have one local thrift shop and the first Thursday of every month is half price day) and felt I’d exploded all my frugal credentials and needed a good talking to. As I drove home from my expedition with a five dollar wicker chair for my newly decorated sunroom jostling my elbow, and puzzles sliding off the seat behind me, I kept reminding myself of something I read in Crunchy Cons:

“the point of life is not to become a more satisfied shopper…”

“But I picked up several great Christmas presents for the Progeny,” I told myself defensively. And that placated me for a time, but it also got me thinking about how that ‘holiday season’ is coming up- even the thrift shop was decked out with all kinds of really cute Christmas decorations, and seasonal goodies for winter, and things very, very hard to resist (yes, I did get a couple of great presents for not very much money, but do I really need eight cute snowman yard decorations even if they were only .20 each?) . And I thought that if I needed one more philosophical pep talk about the spirit behind frugal, ‘what’s-in-my-hand’ thinking, maybe somebody else did, too.

I think it’s in the book Amusing Ourselves to Death that the author points out that in times past when people noticed that they had a defect in character or person, they worked to improve themselves. Character development and growth was considered a personal duty and it was expected that all responsible people would work on it all their lives. A reasonable adult would no more neglect that personal character development than neglect tooth-brushing or hair combing. We don’t think much of personal duty anymore. That sounds boring and burdensome. Instead, Today, we accessorize our character defects. We don’t work on them, we dress them up. We buy a book or product to make us feel better about them, to cover them up, or to tell us some short cut to self-improvement..

I know this isn’t a popular belief with evangelicals, and some people view it as bad theology, but the truth is being good is hard work. Why else would Paul tell us not to grow weary of it? Why else would we be told to work out our own salvation? And why does the Hebrew writer (chapter 5) tell us that it is by much practice that we learn to discern? Developing character requires thinking about it and acting on those thoughts- not another shopping trip.

Once upon a time everybody understand that character was important and that it required practice to develop. That practice included effort, personal, real, and sustained effort.

For years now we have tried to take shortcuts. We try to change ourselves from the outside in, to change ourselves by changing our image. We attempt character growth through conspicuous consumption. We can think we can accessorize ourselves into better human beings, or at least that pretty new knick knack will make me feel better about the less than perfect human being I am. What we buy, what we own- these, we think, will either distract us from who we are or bring about the changes in who we are that previous generations understood came through hard work and training in good habits and right thinking and living.

All too often I find myself thinking about something I want to teach my children or to change in myself, and my next thought is “what can I buy to do this?” Every new project, both the external ones (decorating a room, organizing a closet) and the ones that should be internal (child A. is developing a bad habit, I want to overcome a weakness, I want to be more self-disciplined, I want to help a child with math, every one of these things might send us running to the store, checkbook in hand, for a quick ‘fix’). Our culture no longer has a self-sufficient mindset. Instead, we have a quick fix, instant gratification way, character growth in a box for cash or credit approach.

Americans, wrote another author, are aspirational shoppers. We shop to reinvent ourselves. Christians should be different (in many areas) but we often aren’t. Far too many of our living standards and the things we take for granted as necessities of life are cultural rather than Christian.

But Christian is really not a synonym for North American middle class. Christianity is not a creation of the United States of America, and certainly not of the Christian bookstore. The real, living faith existed for 1700 years before there was a U.S.A. and it will continue to exist, should the Lord tarry so long, thousands of years after the U.S.A. is a forgotten ruin. Christianity is different from being a middle class American- and so, we should be different, too.

Should my life be snuffed out in a nano-second, what I will be remembered for longest, what will make the most lasting impact on those left behind will not, one hopes, be the stuff I owned (even my books), the clothes I wore, the things I bought and the stylish design - or lack thereof- in my living room. It will be the relationships I built, the hope I shared, the life that I have lived, the hearts I have tried to touch- or my failures in these areas that will matter. Nobody should care twenty years from now whether I styled my hair in the latest fashion and wore contacts and had my nails done. It’s not this is necessarily an either/or proposition, mind you. Spiritually minded people can get their nails done. It’s just that the higher things should occupy our minds more than the things we buy, and we should view shopping as self-improvement.Last year in my email in box, under the subject line “New Year, New You” there came an advertisement from a Christian bookstore that perfectly illustrates this shopping our way towards self-improvement mindset:

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to look back and say “2007 was the year He made all things new”? With motivational books, exercise music, devotionals, daily Bibles, and God on your side you can. Get into shape spiritually, physically, emotionally, and financially, and regain your health and vitality when you shop our New Year’s Store!

And this is what I want to remind myself of this year, before the advertisements get to me and weaken my self control. I cannot buy the new me. It won’t come in packages, a boxes or bags. It won’t come accompanied with a sales tag. I cannot accessorize myself into greater spirituality or a better personality.

The first products listed were diet and exercise books, tapes, and music. There there’s a study guide for something called the ‘moment’ Bible (good grief).
I’m pretty sure that God needs none of these things to make all things new. I am reasonably certain that many of these things even interfere with the sort of renewal God has in mind for us.

The advertisement concludes:

Visit our New Year’s Store for more motivational tools to help you accomplish your New Year resolutions!

Develop your spiritual life with books available in our Christian Living and Devotional Stores.

I’ve fallen prey to this line of marketing before, not because their slick appeals create in me a weak and lazy inner woman, but because I have a slothful inner woman in the first place. There are many things I want to be able to do, but few of them are things I want to take the time to learn to do. I don’t want it to hurt, to require self-discipline, or take much time. I just want to be that new woman much as Cinderella was able to go to the ball. Playing the role of Cinderella in my personal fairy tale dream is yours truly. Playing the role of the Fairy Godmother would be my checkbook, or worse, a credit card.

Ironically, the final group of books in my annoying little email a year ago were listed beneath a headline that boldly said, “Get out of debt and save money!” Good idea. Start by walking away from advertisements like this without spending a dime. Become a new you the old fashioned way.

You can’t buy a better you, a better inner woman, a better spiritual life. You have to live it, pray it, study it, work at it, and you probably have everything you need at home already. It’s in your hands.

“we have not known thee” - a hymn from like 1870, but Mars Hill Seattle did an update in like 2005 that I have on mp3.  I Love it.

We have not known Thee as we ought,
Nor learned Thy wisdom, grace and power;
The things of earth have filled our thought,
And trifles of the passing hour.
Lord, give us light Thy truth to see,
And make us wise in knowing Thee.

We have not feared Thee as we ought,
Nor bowed beneath Thine awful eye,
Nor guarded deed and word and thought,
Remembering that God was nigh.
Lord, give us faith to know Thee near,
And grant the grace of holy fear.

We have not loved Thee as we ought,
Nor cared that we are loved by Thee;
Thy presence we have coldly sought,
And feebly longed Thy face to see.
Lord, give a pure and loving heart
To feel and know the love Thou art.

We have not served Thee as we ought,
Alas, the duties left undone,
The work with little fervor wrought,
The battles lost or scarcely won!
Lord, give the zeal, and give the might,
For Thee to toil, for Thee to fight.

When shall we know Thee as we ought,
And fear and love and serve aright?
When shall we, out of trial brought,
Be perfect in the land of light?
Lord, may we day by day prepare
To see Thy face and serve Thee there.

two days ago Sam finally crawled for real. (His arms finally caught up with his legs.) However, he doesn’t realize he is that mobile yet… or he isn’t motivated. Really, he’ll only crawl seriously for this rubber ball that fits in his hand perfectly (it’s one of those bouncy balls we bought at Old Navy for 25 cents)

Today I was rolling the ball to him and he kept rolling it back each time to me (and by “to me” I mean he got it out of his hand and kept doing it after I rolled it to him) We played like that for an hour. It was the first time I felt like we really interacted on that level - me doing something and him doing it back. (Usually so far it’s been- I’ll do something funny, he’ll laugh his head off, etc.)

Well, he’s got this completely fake cough he tries out sometimes and we always say POOR SAM in a completely overdramatic, funny way. So tonight he was doing an even more pathetic version of the fake cough just so we would laugh. He did it like 18 times in a row- he would do it, wait for me to laugh, and then laugh his head off. It was kind of funny watching him learn. (Although I’m sure it had been building for a long time, and in less obvious ways)

Tim got his winter jacket/snowsuit today from his grandma. That was exciting. Yesterday he got an OSU onesie from Aunt Ann. He was super excited (okay, really he didn’t know.. but I was excited!)

Sam went Trunk or Treating @ nicole’s church on wednesday night. He had a good time, even though it was COLD and after he walked around, smiling at people - he was ready to go home. But he was a very nice, friendly boy! He went as Batman - I’m sure you’ve seen the pictures posted everywhere :)

I’ve started going to a women’s small group @ Nicole’s house on Tuesday nights with women from her church. I think it will be fun. Thursday night we’re doing a small group at our house….. It is way super fun. We are going through Philippians where Paul kicks me in the head every week.

We’re going to try & make it to a saturday night service in Lansing tomorrow.. then hit SKYLINE (the only one in the state) We’ll see how baby does! It will be nice going to church where I am a spectator.

Now that you’ve had my ramblings,

BE GOD’S!

-Mandy (yeah, I stole that from Rich Mullins….)

So I haven’t felt like writing, so I haven’t.  Even though I’ve had stuff to say.

quick re-cap of life:

~went to Jackson for a wedding.  Got a hotel room, Sam didn’t fall asleep til 1 a.m. for good.  He fell asleep at 11 pm with me half laying on top of him and him stroking my hair.  Then Tim tried to move him from between us, and he kept screaming and screaming.  Poor baby didn’t know where he was.

We had Chipotle on the way home.  It was so freaking yum.

I’ve been getting lots of samples in the mail.  I’m kinda retarded in that manner.  I got Sam a free sippy cup from Juicy Juice.  Sam still doesn’t understand a sippy cup, we’ve been working on it.  He thinks it’s a toy, then when I try to help him see that water comes out of it he gets all stubborn/frustrated.

still not crawling - still doing army crawl.

Still haven’t made it to Wal-mart to get his pictures taken.  I’ve been meaning to for 2 months.  He is 8 months old now.  Crazy.

I’ve been reading lots of Frugal sites, ’cause it’s fun.  But i’m too tired to link them.

I’ve also been listening to a ton of podcasts.  Here are ones I listen to on a daily, or regular basis: (oh yeah, don’t mock my selection either.)

Allure Magazine

Baby Time

Beauty & The Blog

The Bored Again Christian (been listening for a long time, good music.)

CRN.info - b/c Tim makes me ;)

The Dave Ramsey show

Fitpod.com

Grey’s Anatomy (don’t be hatin’.)

Let my people think - RZIM

lifechurch.tv - message & worship set

Mars Hill Bible Church - Rob Bell

Mars Hill Church - Mark Driscoll

Metal Chik - (vidcast) It’s one of my favorites that I get.  It’s all about jewelry/jewelry making.

The Mighty Mommy’s quick and dirty tips for parenting - This is also one of my favorites.  The advice is practical, & short (good for us mighty mommies!)

Newspring Church

Poem of the day (one of my favorites.  Short.) :)

Relevant Podcast

Rob Bell - Everything is Spiritual (vidcast)

That’s what she said - The Office Podcast (I like it but it’s like an hour and a half long. I can’t listen or watch anything that long)

Vh1 Best Night ever - (vidcast) This is one of my favorites too, especially now that we don’t have cable.  It’s kind of like still being able to watch the best week ever.

WGBH Classical Performance (good music.)

Alright, there you go.  Yes, I am a dork.  hopefully, I will update more often this time :)

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