That’s gonna leave a mark!

Today Violet fell asleep sitting in a chair. Not a soft recliner; a folding chair. I realized she was asleep when first her head started lolling around on her shoulders in a circular pattern. When her upper body followed suit, I ran over to grab her but not soon enough. The poor little girl took a nosedive right off the chair. Sound asleep.

Violet is so precious to me, and I am very blessed to have her as a daughter.


To Spank or not to Spank

Actually, this blog is not about spanking. Sorry. Someday I promise to blog about my opinions on the top ten “hot button” issues that aren’t a do-or-die in the christian faith.

Here’s something I’m learning. Discipline is for correction, not punishment. To correct, is to look to the future and help direct future actions and decisions, whereas punishment only dwells on the past error. This is a challenge for me because my first impulse in discipline for Violet is motivated by anger or frustration which translates as punishment for retribution. Please don’t judge me too harshly unless you’ve had kids; they may be cute as all get out but they have some pretty devious secret weapons to undermine the sanity of any adult. Here is a list of the ones I can think of right off the bat.

  • repeating a word over and over and over.
  • asking for something and then refusing it when you give it to them
  • speaking in a foreign language that they understand and you don’t and they don’t understand how you don’t understand them.
  • crying
  • crying
  • whining
  • begging desperately to have the owie kissed for the fiftieth time while you’re driving down the freeway.
  • lots of other things i have blocked from my memory.

All that, coupled with a lack of sleep and a strong desire to set the alarm earlier just so you can see what it’s like to wake up to an alarm instead of someone yelling your name from across the house, make for a ton of teachable moments. For me.

I could probably spend another couple paragraphs unpacking the differences in application between correction and punishment, but I’m still trying to figure that out and Henry is asleep which means I should be too. All I know is this: God is good, all the time.


four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie

Rub a dub dub,

Two kids in the tub

And who do you think they be?

Violet the Girly and Henry the Burly,

Splashing in the tub blithely.

Yesterday I had a tupperware of cream cheese frosting sitting on the kitchen counter. I realized Violet had stretched to grab it when I heard her yell “Yaaaaaaay!” Of course I gave her a bite.

In other news, I do not have a newborn. At all. (I’m not actually sure he was ever a newborn, come to think of it.) Not only is Henry wearing all his three-month clothes at six weeks, but he is super interactive with tons of smiling and “talking”. One of these days I’m going to have to post some shirtless pictures of him so you all can see how his armpits bulge.

I’m sitting here trying to think of creative/funny/anything else to write about but truthfully the laundry/dishes/sweeping are weighing pretty heavy on my mind. Sorry guys.

Here is a picture of Violet and her adorable cousin Tom



Overheard during a conversation between my two youngest siblings.

“Showny, you look like a chickmunk.”

“Um, there’s no such thing as a chickmunk.”

“Hello, a girl chipmunk.



So yesterday Henry was 6 weeks old. He’s huge. 12 pounds 3 ounces and 24 inches long, means he’s gained 3 pounds and 3 inches since he was born. Yowza. He’s so fat that his armpits bulge out like a sumo wrestler.

I don’t really have anything of interest to blog about. I am wondering if any of you have ever tried to make a homemade pinata before, because I intend to for Violet’s birthday and I’m trying to think of something interesting for her and her cousins to hit (possibly some aunts and uncles too). Would it be weird to fill it with the charcoal brickets we’ll use for grilling lunch? I’m just picturing the look on their faces the second it splits open…a mad dash towards the loot…yells of “Yaaay!…wait. What?” Pinatas are awesome. Oh, and just so you know, filling a pinata with baggies of carrot and celery sticks is LAME. If you really want your kids to eat healthy, giving them a baggy of vegetables to get over their disappointment that the vegetables aren’t candy probably isn’t the greatest way to reinforce the message that vegetables are a good thing.

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this yet, but Henry is growing in a solid head of hair where all his hair fell out. It’s definitely blond, and its all growing in at the same length and thickness making him look like he has a tiny buzz cut on the top of his head.