Archive for November, 2008
Casey is one of my male readers (way to represent!). He entered the contest to win the nursing cover for his wife—what a good guy!
Casey was kind enough to provide a little information about himself and his family that I found very interesting and thought you might find it cool too.
He provided a link to his sisters’ blog, nurses who are “kicking butt” in Haiti.
About himself he said:
I am currently a stay at home pops/ part time seminary student. My wife and I live in Seattle where she is completing her residency in internal medicine, after which we plan to head to Haiti and love on some Haitians ourselves… for as long as we both shall live.
Sometimes when I read articles like this and see pictures of starving children, my reaction is to turn off emotionally, because it just seems like too much—the need is so overwhelming.
I’m thankful to be able to put names and faces to people who are rising to the challenge. It’s inspiring, and it brings me to a place where I can pray, think about how we can be involved, etc.
So congrats, Casey, and God bless you and your family in the work you’re doing!
When we have Thanksgiving dinner with my husband’s family, it’s truly a group effort. I love that! No one is attempting to do it all alone, thus creating for herself a crazy, stressful Thanksgiving morning.
Most of the plan revolves around “What things make it a special Thanksgiving meal for you?” And whatever the answer is, that’s what you make!
Abraham’s family (or at least his mother) would live without mashed potatoes at the Thanksgiving meal. Not me. They are a must-eat! So that’s what I’m contributing. My Kitchen Aid mixer will be whirring tomorrow morning while I whip up the creamy goodness.
The Piper boys grew up loving canned cranberry jelly, so that’s always on the table, though Noel always makes some delicious homemade cranberry relish for herself and others who prefer something non-gelatinous. There is always a request for hearty amounts of sweet potatoes with marshmallows, too.
So, I ask you, what makes it a special Thanksgiving meal for you? What are your must-eats?
Oh, and don’t forget to subscribe for your chance to win my Thanks-GIVE-ing giveaway! I’ll choose a winner on Friday.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I’d like to do my very first giveaway! I know you’re not really supposed to give gifts for Thanksgiving—it’s more of a Christmas thing—but I want to take the opportunity to thank my readers!
I’m offering one of these lovely nursing covers, made by my friend Jenna from All the Way Home.
I know this won’t be relevant to all of you, but certainly you know someone who is pregnant or nursing, so anyone can win! I’m certainly using mine a lot right now.
Why I love this nursing cover
- The boning in the top gives you a line of sight to the baby under there.
- The D-ring clasp lets you adjust it to just the right length so you don’t have to tie it every time.
- The baby can’t pull or kick it off!
- It’s reversible!
Incidentally, this one I’m giving away is the exact same fabric that I have, so I’m dubbing it the “Molly” line.
Here’s how to win
1. Subscribe by email or RSS. (If you don’t know what RSS is, my husband can show you. It’s really easy.)
2. Contact me to let me know you’re a subscriber.
3. I’ll draw a winner on BLACK FRIDAY… MWAA-ha-ha-ha!
If you refer a person to this blog and they subscribe, let me know. I’ll enter your name again each time you do it! (I’ll just be trusting you, so play fair. 🙂 )
Tonight is the first meeting of my very first book club. I mean, it’s not mine, in that I didn’t start it, but it’s mine in that I’ve read the book and I’m planning to attend and discuss.
I’ve always been a little intimidated by people who talk about their book club. I’ve always pictured them as people much smarter than me gathering in a wood-paneled library-ish room, maybe dressed in tweed, with herringbone socks and wire-rimmed spectacles. They would throw around words like verisimilitude and polysyndeton and everyone would nod their heads thoughtfully and pretend to understand.
By the way, I don’t know those words. I Googled “literary terms” and found the two words that were the most obscure to me. For me, reading is more of a gut-level activity. I either like something or I don’t. Something I read either draws me in or it doesn’t. I’m not a very analytical reader. So perhaps this club will be good for me, teaching me how to read differently.
I’m pretty sure my first book club meeting will not be like I’d pictured, because I already know some of the people in the club, and from what I know of them, they’re not going to be wearing tweed. They might know more about literature than me, and that’s cool. I’m looking forward to hearing other peoples’ ideas and listening to what struck them about the book.
Most of all, I’m excited for a night out of the house.
What good novels have you read recently? And if you can’t think of one, it might be time to curl up with a good story.
I was shocked to see the Christmas stuff out at Costco right after back-to-school was over. Seriously?!?! Does anyone really have their act together enough to be thinking about Christmas in September?
For our family, the busyness of the season begins this week. Orison’s birthday starts it off tomorrow, and we don’t really take a breath until next year.
There will be 3 major holidays, 5 birthdays, and 1 milestone wedding anniversary between Friday and mid-January.
I really want this time of year to be intentional, where we take time to talk and ponder words like Thanksgiving and Advent and Immanuel. I want to feel them somewhere in the middle of my chest.
I want them to take my breath away.
I’m excited for the things that make this season busy. I want to stand in awe and joyfully celebrate forty years of my in-laws’ faithfulness to God and each other in marriage. I want to lift my voice to sing “Happy Birthday” multiple times to people I love and then again to sing “O Come, O Come Emmanuel” and “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” to the God who sent his Son so that I could love them.
I want these things to land on me in ways that go beyond presents and food and endless events.
Only God can do this in my heart. Only he can open my eyes to take notice of the beauty around me. Only he can free me from the love of money and consumerism that would numb me. I pray that he does it for me, and for all of you too.
Beware of the fall cold. Whatever it takes to avoid it—incessant hand-washing, refusing to shake others’ hands, never leaving your house—do it.
I started feeling a little achy and tired on Wednesday last week. No big deal, I figured. Then Thursday I had a fever and my head felt like it was in a vice and my throat felt insanely swollen. Started drinking Thera-flu (my cold remedy of choice, but only the lemon flavor).
I actually went to urgent care on Saturday morning because I saw white patches on my tonsils and freaked out. I thought for sure it was the dreaded strep throat. And I was nervous that I’d give it to Morrow, since we’re kind of hanging out in close quarters on a regular, three-hour basis.
But the strep test was negative—thank God!
Basically I just had one heck of a cold. It’s still hanging on, sadly. And it also passed itself onto my immuno-rockstar husband, which was a huge shock. When you have a husband who never gets sick, you know it’s bad when 1. he actually admits that he’s sick and 2. he takes a sick day.
I think this is the worst sickness I can remember since sophomore year of college, when I got adult croup. I’ll never forget my dear friend Niccole applying ice-cold compresses to my body all through the night while I hallucinated with fever. That’s a serious friend.
I’m finally emerging and feeling a little better each day. But take my advice here, friends. Arm thyself with hand sanitizer and apply it liberally to you and yours.
I just finished reading Cookie Magazine’s article highlighting two books about stillbirth and miscarriage.
The first book is titled An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken. I believe this is an autobiographical memoir of her experience with stillbirth. I just ordered it. I’ll let you know what I think.
The other book is an anthology of writings titled About What Was Lost: 20 Writers on Miscarriage, Healing, and Hope by Jessica Berger Gross.
So many women feel isolated in their experiences of losing their child. I believe that reading about the experiences of others gives freedom in your own pain. I’ve had the fortunate blessing of many people knowing about our loss and therefore sharing their stories of loss with me. I’ve been helped by that.
I still remember the first letter I received from another mother who had experienced a late-term stillbirth. I can’t tell you how much it helped me just to hear that this had happened to someone else—that I hadn’t just been stupid or negligent or irresponsible.
Our stories provide solidarity. And most all of the women I’ve come into contact with after losing their children need that.
My favorite line from the article when talking about consolation was this: “What these women consistently yearned for was genuine and brave emotion.”
Our stories—and our genuine and brave emotions in them—console.