complete abandon, September 1, 2008
with a popsicle. i miss those days, but so happy my daughter has them.

helmet head May 28, 2008
we’ve concluded paige needs to wear a helmet.
in the last week she has:
fallen on her face and chipped her front tooth.
fallen down 3 cement stairs.
banged her head innumerable times on various objects.
walked into a wall.
thrown her body ( a few times) into her 4 year old sister. and hurt her.
she is such a bruiser. the only problem i can see with her wearing a helmet is that she would then use her head as a weapon, which she already does at times.
‘chill-laxin May 6, 2008
i suck: convicted by my daughter April 18, 2008
this morning i was a total jerk to my daughter. i was tired, it was early and i am NOT a morning person. she is very sensitive to vocal tones and words and it hurt her feelings alot. after apologizing and trying to reconcile with her she sat at the kitchen table and drew this:
it is supposed to be me and her, sad at eachother. when she showed it to me, i cried. i apologized some more, hugged her and loved on her and then she turned the paper over and drew this:
it is us, happy with eachother (there are a few of her because she couldn’t get the eyebrows the way she wanted them) and she put it up on the fridge.
i am amazed at her sensitivity and the fact that she expressed her emotions by drawing them. i have no idea if this is common for kids her age, but i love it. wouldn’t it be awesome if we could use this tool in conflict-resolution with adults?
spring for a day April 16, 2008
here in the land of never-ending winter, where the white witch of narnia is still presiding over her ice-kingdom, we had 2 glorious days of warmth and sunshine. paige loved playing outside and discovering a whole new world called, ”the yard”. it is odd to think that she has never really played outside yet. it really was cruel to have those 2 days now that the weather has turned cold and cloudy again. i think if i had the choice to move back to california right now, i might do it!
crayola heart colors April 12, 2008
every morning (well, ALMOST every morning), addie and i say her bible verses together. after she says the one about God looking at the heart i always ask her what He sees in her heart. today she said he sees white, because i (addie) am happy. but when i am sad he sees black and when i am angry he sees blue.
after being overwhelmed with the cuteness and incredibly brilliant creativity of my daughter i began wondering about what she said. what if emotions came in colors and colors were forms of communication? or what if God sees the varying degrees of our hearts through colors and colors were a way to worship him? and what if we could swallow colors we see and let it change how we feel and think?
i used to wonder what the color of a sunset would taste like but maybe it tastes like salsa or decadent chocolate cake so i already know how it tastes and i don’t even realize it?
obviously, i am getting delirious (or hungry) with all this nonsensical talk. actually, it’s late and i need to stop before i make a bigger fool of myself that i have already. but i guess at this moment i would say the color of my heart is white too.



























