"Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God, But only he who sees takes off his shoes, The rest sit 'round it and pluck blackberries."

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh

Saturday, November 22, 2008

The Resident Ogre And Her Pretty Sister

Today, while waiting for that one game to get started... can you tell how excited I am?... I sat on the couch writing in my journal. Around me, Thing One and Thing Two flew into action. A little Cat in the Hat disaster of our very own! These two moments made me laugh.

The first one actually happens quite often, and especially with this particular toy. At first it used to bother E, but we told her that it was just like the troll/ogre in Giselle (a.k.a. Enchanted - E refers to all movie titles as the name of their respective princess. I don't think she know what Aladdin is, but Jasmine, oh yes, we know that movie.) Anyway, it's officially okay for M to chew on certain toys if she's just pretending to be an ogre.


Don't mind the drool coming from that thing. I mean, who could expect a girl to swallow with so much in her mouth?

Then, I finally agreed that E could brush my hair. She disappeared upstairs to find supplies. After a while, I noticed she had not returned. I thought perhaps she might be bothering Daddy while he studied, but didn't manage to get up and find her. Oh well. Soon she came back as pictured below. Apparently the braids were not quite flashy enough for her taste.

Gorgeous! My self-photographing skills are lacking or you'd get to see my 'do too!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Bad Habits and Karma

Mr. Head hates this about me. But I tell him it's genetic. You see, when I go in stores I engage in a process we in the Andersen clan like to term 'walking it around.' This means that if you want to look at something a little longer - you know you probably won't buy it - you put it in your cart and let it walk around with you for a little while. Then, when you realize it is not nearly as cool as you thought... or, come to think of it, didn't think... it was, you put it down wherever you are now, and walk away.

Says M.H. : That is not where that goes.
Says me : So.
Says M.H. : Someone will just have to put it back.
Says me : Well, it will give them something to do when they're really bored because nothing is going on at their job, and all they want to do is go home, but they have five hours left to work.

This is true. Okay, partly true.

Yesterday I drove home late from book club. (By the way, freedom from the normal bedtime routine is a beautiful thing. Not that I didn't miss the hugs, or M smiling when we begin our usual night-time song... but freedom from the bathroom time swamp of our three year old... I swear it gets longer every time... ? Oh, what a beautiful thing!) Anyway, like I was saying, I drove home from book club. And, as I drove, I watched the poor shmucks of late-night Target employ rounding up carts in the parking lot.

Flashback...

FHE two days earlier.
Buying treats from Target's bakery.
Pushing children home in cart across empty parking lot. (Quite fun, actually, considering the whole running and gliding process.)
Leaving cart at furthermost edge so we could continue walking home.

Ummm, the cart doesn't go there.
Sure, but won't someone just get to clean it up when they have nothing else to do?
Like the poor shmucks who just want to go home because it's late at night and no one is at Target, but they're stuck gathering carts (and I suppose misplaced items indoors) from every corner of the parking lot?

Oh, okay. Maybe that's annoying.

But still... I don't plan on mending my ways. Really, I don't. Because walking things around is fun. And I figure I'll deal with the karma of it all.

This week's penance?

A nasty cold with resultant missing voice.

What else can you expect from life when it's your job to hold the gummy little hands of three-year olds two days of every week during cold and flu season? Even if you wash your hands after every class.

Karma.

You pick up my carts.
I'll wipe your kid's nose.

We're even.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Ta Da!

Bossy

My mother says there is a reason that E is bossy.
I say there is a reason I am bossy.
Regardless....
E has been upping the notch on bossiness lately. This is one of my all time favorites. It happened during night-time prayer.

E: And, Heavenly Father, make sure you do good work. And if you need help, we will come back to heaven soon.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Addendum

E: Dad, you used to be a husband!
D: I still am a husband.
E: No! You're a Daddy now!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

A Frog is in the Bathroom

E pretty much potty-trained herself and has always done a great job. But lately she's into the "put-off" method. This means you should play until the last second possible and then have a complete mental breakdown as you try to get the light on and the door shut (M loves the bathroom) before any accidental leaks. Even if she does get in there the entire process takes about forty bazillion hours to complete. Conversation is not reserved for areas outside the bathroom, and shut doors do not prevent E from questioning us on anything possible during her bathrooming experience.

Anyway, during one such recent episode that took a five-minute hopping around the house session ("But, I don't want to turn on the light. I want you to do it!") before I finally forced the issue by threatening early bedtime.... the following comment occurred."

E: "Daddy, tell the frog in the bathroom to get her clothes back on."
Um, okay...

In other exciting news:

E was pretending to be the fairy godmother and was helping me get ready for my upcoming wedding. I was holding M.

E: Bibbidi, Bobbidi, Boo.... you are now wearing a beautiful white dress with a beautiful white veil.

a pause

E: Oh my goodness... (think the line from Disney's Cinderella "you can't go to the ball looking like that") you can't take a baby to your wedding.

She keeps you laughing.

Book Review

Okay, so I've tried GoodReads (for about one day - don't be offended if I never reply to you on it, I really don't use it) and then I tried having a book shelf on my blog. But I noticed the books I really liked never made it on there because I finished them too quickly for them to be included. Meanwhile books I hadn't taken the time to finish were on there for a long time. So, then I made a shelf and put books I've enjoyed and would recommend. I thought that once in a while I would explain why I enjoyed it. So, I thought I'd start with the Anne Rice book on my list.

As most people know, Anne Rice wrote some of the original popular vampire books (think Interview of the Vampire with Tom Cruise). These were much more historically based than the recent Stephanie Meyer conundrum (which I will not comment on here). I've actually never read them, not really my ball of wax. Still, while I was living in Vegas I would often frequent the book table at the nearby Smith's. Odd, I know, but they had a good book buyer and they always had interesting books. That's where I picked up Annie Rice's "Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt."

The general idea of the books (there are more, since the first is only concerning Christ's early life) is to present a fiction-type setting for the Christ story. She talks about her research methods in the back so you can choose what to accept and what to dismiss, and generally comes from a Catholic point of view.... so if you take that as it is (why you'd walk in a river to have a cup poured over your head is beyond me) the historical-type novels can be quite illuminating. Mostly they help me think about concepts relating to Christ in a 'real' way of what his life was like, which gives me a different point of view. I read the first book and enjoyed it, and recently got the second book on CD from the library.

Anyhow, my favorite part really was the appendix on the first book which talks about Anne Rice's conversion story.

Raised Catholic, Anne Rice left religion behind at 18 and became an atheist. Throughout her mature years she wrote many well-researched novels that took place in accurate historical periods. Being correct down to the verbage regarding Opera in Venice was of upmost importance to her, even if the information showed up in only one chapter. Soon she began to research the story of the Christ, using the same research methods she'd used in her other novels. She says she sought the ultimate mystery, "the survival of the Jews." In her afterward she speaks much of her many sources and of the difficulties in researching a subject where even the primary sources are up for debate. According to her, she read everything (speaking of which, I e-mailed her and recommended "Jesus the Christ" by Talmage.. she responded quickly and said she was interested in the Mormon thought regarding the Savior and appreciated the suggestion).

She says the following of her research: "I read and I read and I read. Sometimes I thought I was walking through the vally of the shadow of Death, as I read. But I went on, ready to risk everything. I had to know who Jesus was - that is, if anyone knew, I had to know what that person knew."

Part of her conclusion is as follows:

"In sum, the whole case for the nondivine Jesus who stumbled into Jerusalem and somehow got crucified by nobody and had nothing to do with the founding of Christianity and would be horrified by it if he knew about it - that whole picture which had floated in the liberal circles I frequented as an atheist for thirty years - that case was not made. Not only was it not made, I discovered in this field some of the worst and most biased scholarship I'd ever read."

She says later:

"Christianity achieved what it did, according to N.T. Wright, because Jesus rose from the dead. It was the fact of the resurrection that sent the apostles out into the world with the force necessary to create Christianity. Nothing else would have done it but that."

Justin and I have enjoyed listening to her second book and have found teaching moments that make us think about our own relationship with our Heavenly Father. (Not that everything is how I think it would have been - please don't take my review as a spiritual endorsement) It is certainly an interesting book to read. But, even if it's not a book you're interested in... I would recommend her appendix. The story of her life and the cycle that has taken her back to the Savior is truly remarkable.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

E - isms

Thinking Mom is crazy as a loon:

J: Maybe we could go to Disneyland and see Mickey Mouse.
E: Tomorrow?
J: Not for a while.
E: Will we see him in a movie?
J: No, I think you'd get to meet him.
E: (laughing) I don't think so, Mom.

Discussing the WalMart Christmas ad book:

E: I want this Diamond Castle.
J: (Looking at the $90 price tag) Um, I think that's too big for our house.
E: I want this mermaid.
E: I want Mariposa.
E: I want Diamond Castle dolls.
J: Maybe we should think of something to give Cousin A.L. for Christmas.
E: For Santa to give her?
J: No, for us to give her, to show her we love her.
E: Mom, I think A.L.'s house is big enough for Diamond Castle!

Discussing voting:

E: What are we doing today.
J: We're going voting.
E: We're going sailing?

(Luckily Dad was around to clear this up for me... E thought we were going boating.)