Lagniappe

I would have called this post "Miscellanea," but in honor of the WhoDat nation, I thought I'd go Nawlins-style. (Lagniappe means "extras"--look for it above the list of apps and sides next time you go to a Cajun restaurant.)

A few thoughts this week:

• Kate is growing in her language skills right now. At the 12-month mark, she really was only saying "baba" and "mama" and they were only loosely connected to "bottle" and "mommy." Now, when we ask her "Where's your sippy cup?" or "Where's Daddy/Mommy?" she can retrieve or point appropriately.
• Actually, "Dada" may be coming along better than "Mama" at this point, even though she had the "ma" sound down first. She will actually say "Da?" when looking for Matt. It's really sweet. She'll also give hugs to either of us (sometimes) when we ask.
• We didn't really attempt the sign-language thing at all her first year, but recently, I've been doing a few basic ones for her (more, please, snack, cup, eat, and "all done!") and she will imitate some of them, with a possible connection to the meaning. I do think she knows "all done" now, as it's the most consistent one I've worked on (and the most fun to do!) At the end of mealtime, I do the sign--both arms raised in an "I surrender!" pose--then when she imitates it, I take away her tray. This morning, when I asked "Are you all done?" without doing the sign for her, she did it herself, so I think we're getting there!
• In non-Kate news, I began my day by prying a tiny shard of glass out of my big toe. That was not fun, and is kind of disconcerting with a toddler running about.
• I am also shocked at the snow we're getting this year. Last year, the dusting we got while I was giving birth was the most we got all year, but this year, we've had three "sticking" snows already--the more recent two of several inches accumulation!
• Today is this third snow to which I'm referring, and while it's beautful, I hate the whole "should I drive in it?" question. It seems silly to worry about three silly inches of snow, when part of the nation functions fine with a foot! But, we don't get the plowing and salting that Yankee states do, and the popular refrain that "Southerners don't know how to drive in snow" seems to give everyone an excuse to stay off the roads. Oy! Could the fourth and fifth snows this year please come on weekends, when I don't HAVE to go anywhere?
• I've written before about Mike Slaughter's new book Change the World. The book trailer was posted to Facebook last week. I love it. Very powerful.
• I've been listening to Jennifer Knapp's album Kansas for the last several days. I always tend to play the same CD (no, I don't have an iPod or much of an interest in getting one) over and over before switching to another, but I've really been in a rut with this one. I can't find words for what's going on in my spiritual life right now, but somehow this album gives voice to what I'm not sure how to express. Her voice has a strange, Alanis Morrisette sort of quality, like a middle eastern mourning wail.
• Tonight when Matt goes to Roundtable Pulpit, I'm watching My Sister's Keeper. After renting the book through Bookswim, I put the movie at the top of our Netflix queue. Matt refuses to watch it with me, but I'm quite looking forward to it!

So that's the "extra" stuff in my life right now that didn't make it into Project Life or another post.

What's going on with you these days?

Project Life (Feb.1-Feb.7)

After two very wordy posts (one with an unusual amount of soul-baring for this blog), it's time for more cute baby pics with this week's Project Life!

Actually, Kate wasn't feeling very cute this week (though she still was, of course :0) She had a fever off and on the entire week! It started Sunday, the day after her party, and then it bobbled along all week. It would break and stay 99 or below for most of a day, then go back up to 101 or 102--very frustrating.

Monday 2/1: Day care rules say that a child has to stay home until she's been fever-free for 24 hours, so she would have had to stay home Monday even if the fever had gone away overnight. But it didn't. She was kind of cranky, but still active enough to climb into her wagon all by herself! She can raise her leg over the 10-12 inch high rim of the wagon to climb in--pretty impressive for someone who's only 29 inches tall!

Tuesday 2/2: What with the snow and up-in-the-air plans over Kate's b-day weekend, I totally forgot one element of the celebration I'd planned. So, Matt and I just did it on our own tonight. In honor of Kate's birthday, we assembled birthing kits for UMCOR, the United Methodist Committee on Relief. The birthing kits contain supplies to help women in developing countries give birth more safely. UMCOR is in desperate need of health kits for Haiti now (instructions here). We had already purchased the supplies for the birthing kits, but I'm sure there are some pregnant women in Haiti without a hospital to give birth in now.

Wednesday 2/3: Granna babysat tonight while Mommy and Daddy both did a little to help make the world a better place. I helped sort cans at Second Harvest (thank you to my friend Paula who read my lament about not getting off my butt and serving more and invited me to join her!) while Matt joined the counter-protest at Austin Peay State University. Judy Shepard (Matthew Shepard's mother) was there speaking about hate-crimes legislation and rumor had it that Fred Phelps and his crew (the hate group that pickets at soldiers' funerals) would be there, so over 1000 students, clergy, and others went out to support Judy and promote acceptance of all people.

Thursday 2/4: I went to visit baby Emery (and her parents, but we all know who the star of the show is now!) She's so tiny--still a half pound lighter at 10 days old than Kate was at birth!

Friday 2/5: I didn't go to the Blissdom blogger's conference, but I did meet up with a sweet new blog friend there for lunch. I get over to the Opryland Hotel just once or twice a year, and it always brings back great memories of Matt and my first date (at the hotel's Italian restaurant) and our first wedding anniversary (when we returned to the scene of the crime). If you've never been there, it's amazing--a huge hotel and convention center with indoor gardens, restaurants of every variety--you can definitely get lost in there!

Saturday 2/6: After a year of exclusive pumping and bottle-feeding, I boiled everything to sterilize it before putting it away until the next baby!

Sunday 2/7: Super Bowl Sunday! I don't really care about (or even "get") football, but I do like big events and creative commercials, so I made some chicken corn chowder and a platter full of snacks, and we gathered 'round the tube to watch the big game. Matt's a Colts fan (having gone to school in Indy) and I'm a Saints fan (having relatives in New Orleans with connections to the Saints--my Granny had WhoDat fleur-de-lis earrings, I fondly recall...)

Matt and I love rooting against one another in big sporting events. We're a Yankees/BoSox mixed-marriage, and enjoy any excuse to be sassy with each other. We have lots of fun :0)

Enjoy other people's Project Life posts here:

No ID, No Beer

My worst job ever was probably the summer in college I worked at a kennel, where people left their dogs and cats when they went on vacation. I mopped out dog pens with bleach and cleaned litter boxes, and eventually got fired because I wouldn't follow a direction of the boss that I really felt cheated the customer and was bad for the animals. I once got bitten by a cat so hard that it punctured the skin on both sides of my hand and made my hand swell up like a latex-glove balloon.

Still, this is not my best "cocktail party story" regarding part-time jobs.

That would probably be the stint I did later in college as an undercover alcohol buyer with the local police department.

I was just a few months away from turning twenty-one, so I was a perfect candidate for the job--looking old enough, but still underage. I rode around in an undercover car with two cops, stopping at various gas stations, grocery stores, liquour stores, etc. My job was simple: attempt to purchase an alcoholic beverage in order to see if the clerk would allow me to purchase the item. Often, they did.

If they asked for ID, I was to show it to them. Because cameras are on the clerk and can see whether or not they check the ID, sometimes the clerk will check the ID, but sell the item anyway. (As anyone who's ever seen a robbery surveillance tape knows--the camera can't see detail like the birthdate on the ID, just the action of the clerk looking at it.)

I was to take note of any signage in the store warning underage customers that ID would be checked, or displaying the youngest birthdate required to legally purchase cigarettes or alcohol. At one store, there was a sign on the cooler that said "No ID, No Beer." So I bought wine instead.

Sometimes, a young clerk (especially a male one) would check my ID, but then give me a nudge-nudge-wink-wink sort of look and proceed with the checkout. If he said "You're not 21," I would smile coyly and say "well, almost..." and sometimes that would work.


If the clerk did sell the beer or wine to me, the officers I was riding with would go back later and give the manager a warning, making them attend an alcohol awareness seminar. About a month later, we went back, and if the store sold to me again, the clerk actually got taken to the station (not arrested, but just written up or something). I feel like such a square even admitting this, having a) made life more frustrating--though safer--for teenagers and college students in that town, and b) having gotten an old man carted off to the police station.

I also got a girl not much older than myself carted off from her post at Kmart's aisle 5, and I felt so bad. She gave me the nudge-nudge-wink-wink look, and I thought to myself "oh, you don't want to do that..." But she did. It's interesting, this strange form of generosity the clerks sometimes felt, wanting to be kind or cool, even when they have nothing to gain and a lot (a part-time job, at least) to lose.

One such act of (very determined) generosity will always stand out in my mind. I carried my six-pack up to the young female clerk at a gas station mini-mart. She asked to see my ID. I handed it to her, and she looked at it quizzically.

"Why does it say 'Under 21' on the side?"
"Well, I'm from Kentucky. That's how they make them there."

She proceeded to type my birthdate into the register (one of the few equipped with that function at that time, it seems). The machine beeped at her, so she took a closer look at my ID.


"Huh. It says I can't sell this to you."
"Hmm. That's weird," I replied.
"Let me try again."


The machine beeped at her a second time.


"Huh. You were born in 1981?"
"Yep--July 4."
"And it's 2002 now?"
"Yep." (April something, but I didn't bring that to her attention.)

She stood there puzzled for a minute, silently checking and rechecking her calculations. 2002 minus 1981 was 21, right?

"That's weird," she said. "I'll just override it."


"Cool. Thanks."

Who says kids can't do math anymore?

On Theodicy and Prayer

I’ve always kind of prided myself on not having major “theodicy issues.” (Theodicy = the theology of how bad things can happen if God is all-good and all-powerful.) My faith has never been rattled by news of natural disasters, terrorist attacks, or life-threatening illnesses. Bad things just happen, I believe, because that’s the way the world works. It doesn’t mean that God made those things happen or that the people affected by such tragedies deserve them in any way. Bad things happen, in some cases, because of sinful actions (terrorism, murder, rape, etc.) and in the case of natural disasters, because of complex weather and geological systems. That reality has never threatened my image of God or my confidence in God’s power or goodness.

Admittedly, I have never been too closely affected by tragedy. I have never lost my home to a tornado or fire, I have never suffered a major illness or injury, and most of the relatives I’ve lost have been elderly. Still, I would like to think that if such a tragedy were to befall me or my immediate family, my faith would be strong enough to sustain it. I would like to think I would sense God mourning with me and see the power of godly love in family and friends who would be there to support us.

I’ve mentioned before the extreme fear I feel of something happening to Kate. That fear (in itself something I am wrestling with, pondering especially the phrase “perfect love casts out fear,” from I John) has caused me to reflect more deeply on my theodicy, particularly as it pertains to prayer. I pray countless times a day for Kate’s health and safety, and at the same time worry that if, God forbid, something were to happen to my precious child, the many prayers I have prayed would themselves challenge my faith.

By voicing the deep desires and fears of my heart, I put God in charge of the outcome. And I wonder, am I prepared for the theological consequences of that risk? I have never prayed for anything so fervently and I have never prayed such a specific prayer. Certainly, I pray for people facing disease and disaster. I pray for starving people in Africa and for people endangered by war in Iraq and Afghanistan. But I have never prayed for a specific Tanzanian child not to die and then he did. I have never prayed for the safety of a specific Afghan family only to hear they became “collateral damage.” I never prayed specifically for a hurricane not to destroy my aunt and uncle’s house—therefore, when it did, I could have doubted God’s goodness or power, but I could not accuse God of specifically ignoring my prayer.

Therefore, prayer carries great risk and I have begun to wonder about the purpose of prayer and its implications for God’s goodness or power. If I pray for Kate’s safety and Kate remains safe, I thank God. But if I pray for Kate’s safety and something happens to her, my long-held theodicy says God is not to blame. That paradox implies that good things are from God and bad things are not. Okay, fine, but that idea is complicated by the fact that a bad thing (e.g. car accident) not happening is a good thing, and a good thing (e.g. healing) not happening is a bad thing. Credit and blame are not so easily ascribed.

This issue has troubled me for almost a year now. As a person of faith, I feel like I'm not supposed to admit this, but over the past year, I have dealt with what I describe as an "almost debilitating" fear of something happening to Kate--no, of Kate dying--I shy away from those words like they're a jinx, but that is such an ever-present fear of mine. I feel like it shouldn't be, and I look at women who have lost or almost lost babies and wonder how they claim to trust "whatever God chooses" for their child. I don't know how they do it, living day to day with the reality of a life-threatening condition.

Maybe I do lack faith, but I do worry that my child will die. Literally every time I walk into her nursery in the night, I worry she's not breathing. Every time she has a fever (as she has off and on for six days straight now) I worry she has an illness that will kill her. I know how lucky we are--that she is a healthy child overall, that we live in a part of the world where malaria and contaminated water are not constant health threats--but I still worry. While some people of faith avoid using the word "lucky," and prefer the word "blessed," I have trouble saying that we are "blessed" to have a healthy child or to live where we do. Blessing implies that God chose good things for us while not choosing such good things for others.

I still pray for Kate. I can't not pray for her. I love God and sincerely believe he is all-knowing, all-loving, and all-powerful--and so I naturally speak to him and cry out the deepest desires of my heart. But I love Kate too, and this motherly love has opened a new dimension--a new, deeply-penetrating question in my faith that I do not understand, and hope never to have to face.

What do you think? How does prayer affect your understanding of God?

I'm going to Blissdom!!

Just kidding.

I'm not actually attending the conference,* but I am having lunch at the Opryland Hotel today with a new friend who will be there. And while I didn't want to shell out the big bucks to go myself, I really do hope I'll have some sort of blog-celebrity sighting while I'm there.

(You hear me, super-cool blog-celebrities? Don't hang out in the sessions or parties you paid to attend--mill around by the coffee shops and restaurants instead!)

In the last year, as my own blogging has gone from about 2 posts a month to 20 and my readership has grown (from "very small" to "small"--you want a ballpark figure? Definitely smaller than a ballpark.) I have added more and more blogs to my reader. Most are mommy blogs, others are publishing blogs, churchy blogs, religion & politics blogs, and scrapbooker blogs.

Maybe it's a poor substitute for a tight-knit Sunday school class or a play group of other toddler-moms, but I really do love the connections the blog world offers, and would love tohang out with some of my favorite bloggers in person. Then again, I would probably sound like a crazy stalker-person, or feel so socially awkward and uncomfortable that I would just hide in my room!

What about you? How long have you been blogging or reading blogs? Have you ever attended a blogging conference or met up in person with people you met through blogs?


*This is the Blissdom women's blogging conference to which I am referring, though the TEA Party convention is meeting at the Opryland Hotel at the same time. I wonder if I'll spot any celebrities from that.

Wordless Wednesday -- Cake Demolition

Project Life (Jan. 25-31)

The defining event of this week was Kate's birthday, but I did have four days of work and "ordinary life" before my nice long weekend to celebrate the big O-N-E!

Monday 1/25: I finished organizing the Circuit Rider closet, making sure to have one copy of each issue (since 2002, at least) in my office for safekeeping. I had put this task off for weeks--nay, months--because I thought it would take forever to sort through the many boxes of back issues stacked in there, but it actually went pretty quickly, and--oh!--how I love to organize! Tuesday 1/26: Our friend Tearza had her baby on Monday, and we went to visit her and baby Emery in the hospital Tuesday night before Roundtable Pulpit. It was the first time I'd been back in the maternity ward since our own stay there not-quite-a-year ago, and it really took me back. Ah, memories! And congrats to the Baggetts!!

Wednesday 1/27: My second-to-last day of pumping. I know it may seem crazy, but this breastfeeding adventure has been so meaningful to me this past year. The "pump parts tray" has been just one of the ever-present reminders of my pumping regimen. Washing the pump parts 8...7...6...5...4...3...2...and this week just 1 time per day, they dry on this tray, which sits on top of the fridge. (The stapler is for attaching "use by" tags to grocery bags of ten milk-bags before putting them in the deep freeze.)

Thursday 1/28: Kate's first birthday!! I know I posted this picture of our ice cream outing the other day, but it's my favorite. I love special memories with my girl!

Friday 1/29: I took the day off work to prepare for Kate's party. We enjoyed lunch with Kate at her day care, and I always love seeing Daddy and Kate having fun together. Matt is such an amazing dad.

Saturday 1/30: Kate's birthday bash. Here we are--Mommy, Baby, and Daddy. I know it sounds cheesy and Cleaver-y, but I love being a family.

Sunday 1/31: Kate got so many new toys, I don't know how to organize our family room now. Nonetheless, I thought it was fun to pile Kate and all her new toys in her wagon and pull her around. She had a fever the day after her party (perhaps due to a sugar-overdose supressing her immune system?) but still had fun playing with her new toys.

Can't believe she's now officially a one-year-old!!