Monday, November 30, 2009


In Front of Me: Emma sits just beyond the view of my lappy eating leftovers for a late dinner after dance. She is humming "Hot Chocolate" from The Polar Express.

To the Left of Me: My calendar, assorted papers that need, well, sorting , sounds of the TV and Bill making comments to Bo regarding X-Men which he just switched past.

Behind Me: the kitchen. I don't dare turn around.

To the Right of Me: A very doggy chair and a table covered with scraps from yesterdays adventures in book making. Much more appealing than that which is behind.

Not doing the best job of keeping up with things these days. Feeling a bit discombobulated. (speaking of which, is "combobulated" a good thing to feel?
As in, "I wish my life was more combobluated."
"I'm very good at combobulating my once assorted papers."

things to ponder....)

Things I feel I'm not keeping up with:
that which is before,
and on either side of me.

Other than that, I'm doing ok.

Happy December.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Adventures in Sunday School

Emma: "They asked me today if I was a Christian, and I said 'no'."

Me: "Why did you say 'no'?"

Emma: "Because I don't know what Christian means."

Me: "Well, if they had asked you if you had invited the Lord into your heart, what would you have said?"

Emma: (big smile) "I would have said 'YES I HAVE!!!'"

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

And Now We are Eight.

Honey comes to town each year for Emma's birthday. It is a beloved tradition, enhanced this year by the sojourn to the American Girl Store for shopping and lunch! Emma got Elizabeth from Honey and Buzzy for her birthday and Samantha got a much needed hair-do.
I love Emma's happiness as seen in these pictures.
I just can't believe how big she is. How old she is. How lanky, slender and tall she is. Bill and I have about 10 heart attacks a week just looking at her. How did this happen?

Sunday was her birthday, and most of the day was centered around her first performance for the Dance Company. She may not be the most "precisional instrument of speed and aromatics" but one thing is for certain. She LOVES being on stage.
That's a good thing, right?
Not that either Bill nor I get that.
Or Bo.
We're just too shy and retiring.
No imitations, movie quotes and showtunes for us, no way.
Welcome to your eight year, Emkins.
We think you are just great. <3

Thursday, November 05, 2009


I was nervously chuckling, and backpedalling.
Emma was whimpering and hiding in another room.
Bo was screaming bloody murder and bracing himself inside the closet.
And Avalon was grabbing his nose.