Archive for February, 2010

In the Garbage Now

I really love to cook.  Sometimes I’m okay at it.  Sometimes, like tonight, things go awry.

I made an Italian noodle thing that wound up tasting almost exactly as if Chef Boyardee ran into my kitchen, tied me up and took over at the stove.

In terms of chefs I am attempting to emulate, he does not make the list.



Without Words

A great man of faith left this earth today to enter into His Savior’s presence.  He leaves behind an incredible legacy through the lives of his faithful children and grandchildren (and great grand children who are still so tiny) and a wife who could not have loved him more.  The entire family has served as inspiration to me personally and to Jud and I as a model to follow for our family. When you meet people like them you can’t help but want the kind of family life and faith filled living that they quietly demonstrate. He will be so missed here but I am rejoicing, with his family, in the midst of the sorrow.

Psalm 71

In You, O LORD, I put my trust;
Let me never be put to shame.
Deliver me in Your righteousness, and cause me to escape;
Incline Your ear to me, and save me.
Be my strong refuge,
To which I may resort continually;
You have given the commandment to save me,
For You are my rock and my fortress.

Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked,
Out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
For You are my hope, O Lord GOD;
You are my trust from my youth.
By You I have been upheld from birth;
You are He who took me out of my mother’s womb.
My praise shall be continually of You.

I have become as a wonder to many,
But You are my strong refuge.
Let my mouth be filled with Your praise
And with Your glory all the day.

Do not cast me off in the time of old age;
Do not forsake me when my strength fails.
For my enemies speak against me;
And those who lie in wait for my life take counsel together,
Saying, “God has forsaken him;
Pursue and take him, for there is none to deliver him.”

O God, do not be far from me;
O my God, make haste to help me!
Let them be confounded and consumed
Who are adversaries of my life;
Let them be covered with reproach and dishonor
Who seek my hurt.

But I will hope continually,
And will praise You yet more and more.
My mouth shall tell of Your righteousness

Your salvation all the day,
For I do not know their limits.
I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD;

I will make mention of Your righteousness, of Yours only.

O God, You have taught me from my youth;
And to this day I declare Your wondrous works.
Now also when I am old and grayheaded,
O God, do not forsake me,
Until I declare Your strength to this generation,
Your power to everyone who is to come.

Also Your righteousness, O God, is very high,
You who have done great things;
O God, who is like You?
You, who have shown me great and severe troubles,
Shall revive me again,
And bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
You shall increase my greatness,
And comfort me on every side.

Also with the lute I will praise You—
And Your faithfulness, O my God!
To You I will sing with the harp,
O Holy One of Israel.
My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing to You,
And my soul, which You have redeemed.
My tongue also shall talk of Your righteousness all the day long;
For they are confounded,
For they are brought to shame
Who seek my hurt.


Last week my dad was in Canada (did you see him on that bobsled?) while the rest of us just pretended we were through the television and by stepping outside. While he was gone Gideon melted down a few times about ‘needing his Poppy.’  There was great anticipation for his return so we slept over at their house on Saturday night to facilitate the morning reunion.

Gideon always creeps out of his bed now and runs down the hall for his Yaya and Poppy’s room as soon as he is awake. Poppy heard him and met him in the hallway. Poppy scooped him up and Gideon pressed his cheek hard against Poppy’s cheek for a long moment.  Then he pushed back and looked straight into Poppy’s eyes, saying “Show me the moon, Poppy.”

Gideon, I’m pretty sure he’d give you the moon.

The Speed of Frankenstein

Now that I’ve managed to isolate at least half of my friends and readers, I thought I’d discuss something less controversial.


– Immunizations for children.

– The death penalty.

– Tigah the Cheetah

– What time to put your kids to bed.

– Reformed theology.

– US Healthcare.

– Gay marriage.

– Medicinal marijuana.

Okay, I’m out. That’s all I’ve got. Hopefully I can isolate a few more of you right off the bat.  I’ll formulate some terrifically polarizing ideas shortly.  In the meantime, I’ll be chasing Piper.

She’s walking.

In Pictures

On What I Do

Yesterday someone related a story to me that went something like this (Kim’s Paraphrased Version):

Person 1: “This weather is so awful. All the snow and cold weather is horrid.  I am tired of being inside.”

Person 2: “Agreed.”

Person 1: “Wow.  Kim must be going out of her mind stuck in the house with those kids all the time.”

Person 2: “Not really. When the kids get wild she just goes somewhere with them.”

Person 1: “Okay.”

Obviously this conversation isn’t anything, right?  It’s completely innocuous.  So why did it get under my skin? Because it did.  It got under my skin like a song by Chumba Wumba, which is to say, a lot.  I know why, of course.  I completely know why. It’s because of the assumption behind this kind of thinking. The assumption that so many people have about people who stay at home with their children, namely, that we are victims, trapped, isolated, suppressed, depressed and dying to get out.  It might be true about some people who stay at home, but it is absolutely not true about my life.

I realize that the thing I’ve chosen to do is counter cultural now. I realize that it isn’t glamorous or valued by the world at large.  I realize it is filled with things that appear to have no glory, no pay day, no way to measure accomplishment.  I realize all of it but I reject these ideas without merit.

I stay home and sacrifice myself, pour myself out day after day because in many ways, I am the soul of this family. Three people’s lives depend on me getting it right.  I have a happy, successful husband that loves coming home to me every day.  I work hard to make sure he’s happy to come home.  I make his lunches. I make his suppers. I, sometimes, make his bed. I do a whole lot more than that too but I do all of it because I love him, because he loves me and because I don’t ever want him to leave here and be glad that he’s left.

The two small people who are currently napping require loads of patience, plenty of repetitive correction and even more hugs. We spend our days playing with trains and trucks and tea cups and drums; making cookies and banana bread and art; reading books; making up stories and laughing, lots and lots of laughing. I do a whole lot more than that too but I do all of it because I love them, because they love me and because no one, let me say it again, NO ONE, can do the job I do for them. There is no day care center, no nanny, not even a grandparent that can fill in the role of a parent.  It’s a wholly different thing to be a parent; to be consumed with the well being of someone who desires your love and attention beyond everything else in the world; to be on vacation and unable to stop taking pictures of fire stations because your little guy loves them so much or to keep yourself from buying that hat because your little girl looks so good in green; to be all-in when it comes to somebody’s every day.

I know that there are situations that necessitate parents leaving their children in the care of others. I am not intending to hurt them (or you) in any way.  I’m just sold out on the idea that mommies and daddies should raise their children. Why does that statement sound so obnoxious?  Why is it that holding this view makes me seem so very very out of touch? It’s out of vogue and maybe I am a part of a bizarre counter-culture, but maybe you should meet my kids and talk with my husband and see what kind of difference it’s making in their lives.

Bring on the snow.


Is this not how you eat?