i realize i haven't updated about this pregnancy at all! i must be about 20 weeks now, due around the end of august?
i was pretty nauseous and tired for about 6 weeks, which now that it's behind me, wasn't that bad! plus, this time i tried to keep a good attitude about it and see it all as part of the great amazing blessing of being able to bear children.
we are keeping this baby's gender a surprise until it comes out! i never thought i would be one to be able to do that, but i read in a commentary about surrendered motherhood that since God actually describes the womb as a "secret place," we might consider leaving it that way. i never really thought about that psalm (139) in that way before, as giving instruction. perhaps more of a description of how things necessarily were in the time it was written. but God's word is always relevant, and it always instructs. i feel totally at peace with waiting to see what He has chosen for us! last time around i was so shocked when i found out through ultrasound i was having another girl, that it kind of put a damper on the rest of my pregnancy. but now i would not trade my Golden for a hundred boys. even if i never have one. i LOVE having girls.
yesterday sparrow and i were talking about what we thought the gender of the baby might be. i said, "God is making it into whatever it needs to be, for His own glory." sparrow: "is his own glory helping too?"
golden, too, rubs the belly and says "hi, baby!" but mostly she is just really excited to see my belly button and exclaim over it.
i have not seen a doctor or anyone yet. i knew we were moving, so i didn't want to start and then switch. not to mention the clinic in santa barbara was less than desirable for a place to go hang out with two toddlers just to wait and wait, then be poked, prodded, patronized, and admonished. yikes. i am hoping here in the big city there will be more options for care, perhaps even with a female ob, or maybe i can birth at a hospital that has an alternative birthing center! we will see. either way, besides feeling large, i feel fine, baby is moving, and i am not worried. it feels a blessed thing to be me.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
the unknown
i finally packed my first box tonight after meaning to start for the past two weeks... oh well, some of us work better under pressure. i just can't seem to find the time to DO the packing and cleaning! everyday things take up most of my time, and by evening i am usually exhausted and need some relaxation time! i discovered tonight, however, that packing that box was relaxing. i used emilie barnes' note-card and enumerating system, and i feel...powerful! i don't think i've ever done anything that organized in my life. here's what you do:
as you pack your box, you write on a notecard each item that you have placed into it. (preferably you are also previously sorting your items according to category so they are not all "misc" boxes!) if you are going to keep the box in storage or in a closet after the move, you also write on the note card where the box is stored. you label the box with a number, or a color, or both. the note card goes into a note card filing box with categories/colors where you can quickly find each card and locate individual items in corresponding boxes in a matter of minutes. wow. i am planning to do the entire house this way and never get unorganized again.
i seriously wrote down the title of every single book that went into my box #1. but i must confess that in the end, i put a small decorative pillow in the top of the box for "stuffing." the box was getting too heavy to add more books, but still had a little space. i hate wasting space! see, even when i do something unorganized, there is usually a practical purpose behind it. type A's can't have it their way all the time. i am not going out to buy packing paper to fill that space, dangit!
an excerpt from last night's journal entry:
"last night i began to be hitwith a major emotionality/sentimentality for santa barbara. i always knew i was going to miss it when we had to go, but suddenly it was this feeling of "what--have--i--done?!" getting us to leave the greatest place on earth..."
we were thinking that without a job set up in san francisco, we won't have enough money to move there yet. thomas was talking about going to tucson after all while we get SF figured out, but still to keep that as our ultimate goal.
"and now that tucson is a real possibility, of course i am thinking of all the challenges: tiny apartment, no kitchen, no AC in the car, heat, pregnancy, no close parks, no ocean...gosh, are we lucky here! but i realized to day too, that living in santa barbara for us was a bit backward, because the surrounding area and town was always more attractive than the home. in tucson, home will be IT. it will be an intense narrowing down, focusing on family and homestead, with no resort-town outside my door to escape to whenever things get stressful. it dawned on me that most people feel they need to take vacations away from home. i never felt that way here. because every trip into santa barbara is a vacation. each afternoon at the park, every morning at the beach was a vacation.
i drove by so many parks today, as i took the sceninc route home from the zoo in this perfect march sun-winded weather. and each remarkable place i passed brought up waves of sweet, jasmine-scented memories from the fullness of the past seven years. that is why i cried last night. it has all been too beautiful, yet too tragic as we struggled and struggled to get by, hopes sinking more each year that we would find a way out of the rut. but all of this will soon be a memory, nay, a fantasy in our remembrance, as we will surely remember nothing but the magic of this enchanting place."
here's to the unknown!
note: we are really still hoping to make SF work right away... we are going to have to ask for help and find a place with friends or family where we can crash while thomas finds a job. pray for favor! it is not easy to ask for help, nor to find those that are even able to extend it.
as you pack your box, you write on a notecard each item that you have placed into it. (preferably you are also previously sorting your items according to category so they are not all "misc" boxes!) if you are going to keep the box in storage or in a closet after the move, you also write on the note card where the box is stored. you label the box with a number, or a color, or both. the note card goes into a note card filing box with categories/colors where you can quickly find each card and locate individual items in corresponding boxes in a matter of minutes. wow. i am planning to do the entire house this way and never get unorganized again.
i seriously wrote down the title of every single book that went into my box #1. but i must confess that in the end, i put a small decorative pillow in the top of the box for "stuffing." the box was getting too heavy to add more books, but still had a little space. i hate wasting space! see, even when i do something unorganized, there is usually a practical purpose behind it. type A's can't have it their way all the time. i am not going out to buy packing paper to fill that space, dangit!
an excerpt from last night's journal entry:
"last night i began to be hitwith a major emotionality/sentimentality for santa barbara. i always knew i was going to miss it when we had to go, but suddenly it was this feeling of "what--have--i--done?!" getting us to leave the greatest place on earth..."
we were thinking that without a job set up in san francisco, we won't have enough money to move there yet. thomas was talking about going to tucson after all while we get SF figured out, but still to keep that as our ultimate goal.
"and now that tucson is a real possibility, of course i am thinking of all the challenges: tiny apartment, no kitchen, no AC in the car, heat, pregnancy, no close parks, no ocean...gosh, are we lucky here! but i realized to day too, that living in santa barbara for us was a bit backward, because the surrounding area and town was always more attractive than the home. in tucson, home will be IT. it will be an intense narrowing down, focusing on family and homestead, with no resort-town outside my door to escape to whenever things get stressful. it dawned on me that most people feel they need to take vacations away from home. i never felt that way here. because every trip into santa barbara is a vacation. each afternoon at the park, every morning at the beach was a vacation.
i drove by so many parks today, as i took the sceninc route home from the zoo in this perfect march sun-winded weather. and each remarkable place i passed brought up waves of sweet, jasmine-scented memories from the fullness of the past seven years. that is why i cried last night. it has all been too beautiful, yet too tragic as we struggled and struggled to get by, hopes sinking more each year that we would find a way out of the rut. but all of this will soon be a memory, nay, a fantasy in our remembrance, as we will surely remember nothing but the magic of this enchanting place."
here's to the unknown!
note: we are really still hoping to make SF work right away... we are going to have to ask for help and find a place with friends or family where we can crash while thomas finds a job. pray for favor! it is not easy to ask for help, nor to find those that are even able to extend it.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
february funnies
"God's thinking, 'hmmm...some people are singing about some animals that i made!' " -feb. 7
(we were singing 'he's got the whole world in his hands.')
"my tights are so pretty and miraculous." -feb. 8
"we're making noises like this: 'blablablablab!' cause this is gonna be a blab house." -feb. 12
"i like your hair. what did they use to put it on you?" -feb. 13
(nothing unusual about my hair, either! just normal that day.)
"if we move to kansas, i can have a tree house? oh, in kansas they must not make you go to school without your parents." -feb. 13
(she suddenly projects all her fantasies onto kansas and now thinks it is this amazing wonderland, just because i said once, "sure, you can have a treehouse--if we ever move to kansas!)
"if you wipe my butt and i wipe your butt, ...we'll be twins!" -feb. 20
golden: saw a picture of a lamb's behind and said promptly, "booty!" -feb. 21
golden's many words now include mini phrases such as:
like it!
open it!
have it!
get it!
got it!
do it!
eat that!
tickle me!
buckle me!
close the door!
she also likes to point things out and say "see? birdie!" or "see? lulah!" (for tallulah in the maisie books)
the other day she pointed to my cow calendar and said, "who dat? da moo!"
she is beginning to get the concept of reading, and it is hilarious. she calls every letter a "B" and then she usually sounds it out like this: "k, k, k...mama!" yes, she thinks that every word spells mama. ah, mother's bliss!
oh and she is getting really good at humpty dumpty! "dumpy dumpy da, da, da, WALL!"
she also loves to say "lula!" (hallelujah!) but it's mainly because thomas likes to lift her up in the air when he declares "hallelujah!" and she now thinks that it is her ticket to a free ride!
every time she sees change, she calls it "bank!" cause she has a little piggy bank...
other words:
popcorn (doocorn)
belly button
glasses (in english, now!)
airplane (she mostly says that in english too, although there were a few days there where she was calling airplanes "lukluk," for german "flugzeug.")
monkey
lemon
orange (pronounced correctly now, not "dunge.")
sour dough
no touch
UG! (when thomas left the house without giving her a hug one day)
castle (her castle tent)
belly
snuggle (nuggle)
shake-da-booty (ralph covert has this great kids version of the shake your booty song. golden's favorite!)
bloke (broke)
nose
chair
hair
eyes
feet
dancing
song
hands
messy!
sorry
plo-do (play-doh)
outside
german:
matsch (mud)
eek (musik, pronounced actually in german mooz-eek)
apf (kopf, head)
messer (knife)
strumpf (sock)
another hilarious thing of hers is that when you ask her a question, she starts with "um..." =)
and she will pray in the evenings, just like sparrow. she points to each one of us and sweetly thanks for "do-den, mami, daddy, sister, sparrow, dick (uncle rick), and dotes (chris coates)...umen!"
also, if you ask her if she wants something, even if she has just said she wants it, she says, "no?" and shakes her head. she rarely ever says yes to a question!
(we were singing 'he's got the whole world in his hands.')
"my tights are so pretty and miraculous." -feb. 8
"we're making noises like this: 'blablablablab!' cause this is gonna be a blab house." -feb. 12
"i like your hair. what did they use to put it on you?" -feb. 13
(nothing unusual about my hair, either! just normal that day.)
"if we move to kansas, i can have a tree house? oh, in kansas they must not make you go to school without your parents." -feb. 13
(she suddenly projects all her fantasies onto kansas and now thinks it is this amazing wonderland, just because i said once, "sure, you can have a treehouse--if we ever move to kansas!)
"if you wipe my butt and i wipe your butt, ...we'll be twins!" -feb. 20
golden: saw a picture of a lamb's behind and said promptly, "booty!" -feb. 21
golden's many words now include mini phrases such as:
like it!
open it!
have it!
get it!
got it!
do it!
eat that!
tickle me!
buckle me!
close the door!
she also likes to point things out and say "see? birdie!" or "see? lulah!" (for tallulah in the maisie books)
the other day she pointed to my cow calendar and said, "who dat? da moo!"
she is beginning to get the concept of reading, and it is hilarious. she calls every letter a "B" and then she usually sounds it out like this: "k, k, k...mama!" yes, she thinks that every word spells mama. ah, mother's bliss!
oh and she is getting really good at humpty dumpty! "dumpy dumpy da, da, da, WALL!"
she also loves to say "lula!" (hallelujah!) but it's mainly because thomas likes to lift her up in the air when he declares "hallelujah!" and she now thinks that it is her ticket to a free ride!
every time she sees change, she calls it "bank!" cause she has a little piggy bank...
other words:
popcorn (doocorn)
belly button
glasses (in english, now!)
airplane (she mostly says that in english too, although there were a few days there where she was calling airplanes "lukluk," for german "flugzeug.")
monkey
lemon
orange (pronounced correctly now, not "dunge.")
sour dough
no touch
UG! (when thomas left the house without giving her a hug one day)
castle (her castle tent)
belly
snuggle (nuggle)
shake-da-booty (ralph covert has this great kids version of the shake your booty song. golden's favorite!)
bloke (broke)
nose
chair
hair
eyes
feet
dancing
song
hands
messy!
sorry
plo-do (play-doh)
outside
german:
matsch (mud)
eek (musik, pronounced actually in german mooz-eek)
apf (kopf, head)
messer (knife)
strumpf (sock)
another hilarious thing of hers is that when you ask her a question, she starts with "um..." =)
and she will pray in the evenings, just like sparrow. she points to each one of us and sweetly thanks for "do-den, mami, daddy, sister, sparrow, dick (uncle rick), and dotes (chris coates)...umen!"
also, if you ask her if she wants something, even if she has just said she wants it, she says, "no?" and shakes her head. she rarely ever says yes to a question!
Friday, February 5, 2010
january jollies
"sometimes, when we go to heaven, we can leave some of our stuff at home." -jan. 2
"i like feeling golden's skin. it's so skinny." -jan. 2
"i made a big nest for golden to sleep in when she's about...two." -jan. 8
sparrow telling me about her dream:
"...and it poked me in the back with its mouth."
me: "what poked you in the back?"
sp: "a fierce bad lizard." -jan. 10
"here's my baby. i named her rubella. that's her first name. she might not be named squasher after all because that might be a boy name." -jan. 10
"golden put the rabbit on the ground! ...she's a nice girl, but sometimes she does mean things."
-jan. 12
"her ice is dissing appear!" (she meant "disappearing") -jan. 16
me: "did you make this cake?"
sp: "yes, and it's chocolate. and i put sugar in it and chocolate in it and fried beans in it and oats in it." -jan. 19
(we were looking at a page of school stickers and sparrow was having me read each phrase aloud. this particular one had a lisa-frank style pony on it)
sp: "what does this one say?"
me: "giant step forward."
sp: "you mean, 'giant, step out of the way, because horsie's walking'?" -jan. 21
"i feel someone knocking on my heart." -jan. 25
"my horse is really stinky and dirty. i'm gonna milk it."
later,
"oh no! the acorns fell in the milk! ...what a waste of acorns!" -jan. 27
"i like feeling golden's skin. it's so skinny." -jan. 2
"i made a big nest for golden to sleep in when she's about...two." -jan. 8
sparrow telling me about her dream:
"...and it poked me in the back with its mouth."
me: "what poked you in the back?"
sp: "a fierce bad lizard." -jan. 10
"here's my baby. i named her rubella. that's her first name. she might not be named squasher after all because that might be a boy name." -jan. 10
"golden put the rabbit on the ground! ...she's a nice girl, but sometimes she does mean things."
-jan. 12
"her ice is dissing appear!" (she meant "disappearing") -jan. 16
me: "did you make this cake?"
sp: "yes, and it's chocolate. and i put sugar in it and chocolate in it and fried beans in it and oats in it." -jan. 19
(we were looking at a page of school stickers and sparrow was having me read each phrase aloud. this particular one had a lisa-frank style pony on it)
sp: "what does this one say?"
me: "giant step forward."
sp: "you mean, 'giant, step out of the way, because horsie's walking'?" -jan. 21
"i feel someone knocking on my heart." -jan. 25
"my horse is really stinky and dirty. i'm gonna milk it."
later,
"oh no! the acorns fell in the milk! ...what a waste of acorns!" -jan. 27
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
thirteen years
i had a dream last night that i was sitting with a friend in my parents' old house in arizona. that precious, beloved, colorful, light-filled house, waiting for my mother to come home. i was adolescent. we finally spotted her, light-haired, cheerful, and lanky, walking around the house through the desert. she walked around it a few times, and i knew she was trying to surprise us, but finally she came to the front door and i ran up and gave her a big hug. she had been out of town and had a pint of wheat kernels in her hand. she handed me the container; i said, "what are you going to do with these? sprout them?" and i took the container over to the counter to rinse the kernels. i mostly remember the joy radiating all around her, and i remember myself: so happy to see her, so eager to help her do what she wanted to do. this is the part that i felt so poignantly because that is not the relationship i had with my mother. yes, she really was an amazing, joyful woman who loved to sing and smile, encourage and enjoy...and sprout things. but as for me, i was usually annoyed as a teenager, speaking disrespectfully most of the time, hating to help in the house, and exhibiting frequent impatience and anger.
i realized at some point during today that tomorrow will be thirteen years since my mother died. but i didn't make the connection with the hazy cobwebs of that dream until this evening. of course that is why i dreamed about her! that picture was a picture from God of how the mother-daughter relationship is supposed to be. what i could have been to her if i had been submitted. but it was not so much a guilt trip, although i suppose i always feel it a little bit around this time of year, but a beautiful encouragement and reminder: this is how i have to raise my daughters. with joy, with diligence, getting them involved in what we do at home, and with insistence upon respect. especially cultivating respect in these early years. i believe it will help them to be self-controlled in the home and able to enjoy genuinely good family relationships. Lord, help me to be as light and radiant as You made my mother, and help me to honor You and honor her in the way i raise my girls. thank You for showing me a glimpse of that beautiful mother of mine in heaven! young, beautiful, free of disease, full of laughter, and still growing things. May my own little sprouts have a lot of her in them.
i realized at some point during today that tomorrow will be thirteen years since my mother died. but i didn't make the connection with the hazy cobwebs of that dream until this evening. of course that is why i dreamed about her! that picture was a picture from God of how the mother-daughter relationship is supposed to be. what i could have been to her if i had been submitted. but it was not so much a guilt trip, although i suppose i always feel it a little bit around this time of year, but a beautiful encouragement and reminder: this is how i have to raise my daughters. with joy, with diligence, getting them involved in what we do at home, and with insistence upon respect. especially cultivating respect in these early years. i believe it will help them to be self-controlled in the home and able to enjoy genuinely good family relationships. Lord, help me to be as light and radiant as You made my mother, and help me to honor You and honor her in the way i raise my girls. thank You for showing me a glimpse of that beautiful mother of mine in heaven! young, beautiful, free of disease, full of laughter, and still growing things. May my own little sprouts have a lot of her in them.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
godliness with contentment
the things one stumbles upon in muddled early morning hours when the mind is not yet functioning, but somehow is best able to receive those still words from the other world... can be so new and fascinating. a big step of understanding taken, when my eyes are yet bleary from sleep and my brain still covered with dream-webs. and when i unearth these things, it is not as if i've never known it, it is more a recognition; things my spirit has known but my mind and body blocked out in the concreteness and constant clamoring of the five senses. not to mention the constant winds of culture and society, even the society of the church... the struggle now is to grasp it while it is at the surface, and keep it there to inform my LIFE, not merely my intellect. and my key word that morning was: contentment.
1 timothy 6:6 "but godliness actually is a means of great gain when accompanied by contentment."
it wasn't just that morning. God has really been bringing me on a journey of knowing contentment for several years. i suppose if i were He, i would have thought to do it by giving me my heart's desires: steady income, plenty of new clothes to wear, and a place to grow a garden. but He hasn't gone about it that way; on the contrary, He has been taking the hope of these things away more and more, little by little. and little by little i am learning to trust Him, and getting happier. what a lesson for parenting: fostering contentment not by coddling, or the giving in to desires, but by persistent love and communication, and by making things more minimal.
but what struck me about this verse was the way that contentment seemed to be presented as a prerequisite to godliness, or if not a prerequisite, the key to unlocking the treasures of godliness. if godliness is a means of gain to a person when accompanied by contentment, can it be concluded that godliness without contentment is of little gain? i looked around me and saw a generation of Christians, dedicated to seeking godliness yet without peace. committed to church, having fun in fellowship, serving in projects, but tossed to and fro yet by the world's lusts, the world's entertainment, and the world's attitudes. by their feelings and desires. WHY does a Christian look no different? WHERE are the soldiers for God's end-time army? why is all this godliness of such little gain? contentment, He whispered. the key is contentment. and how does one become content? how did i? by surrender. a giving up of dreams, of self, time, energy, future, desires, and demands. if you sink into the ocean, the waters are peaceful below. the world is clamoring so loudly that the message of self-sacrifice is harder and harder to translate. people tell you not to lose yourself, to take time for yourself, do something you want to do. but Jesus said that in losing your life you will find it. for me that means being ok with being frumpy sometimes. not keeping up with fashion as i would like. not watching movies i would like to. biting my tongue when i am tired and feel overburdened and snappy. even biting my tongue when i know i am justified, logical, or righteous.
for me, this surrender did have a lot to do with discovering the ancient paths, "returning" to a new culture unlocked in the Word. Jeremiah 6:16 says, "Thus says the LORD,'Stand by the ways and see and ask for the ancient paths,where the good way is, and walk in it;And you will find rest for your souls.But they said, 'We will not walk in it.' " how peaceful i have felt this past year as i have begun to learn to walk in it, to surrender to how the Lord made me; He has taught me to love and embrace motherhood, not just love my children while holding motherhood itself at arms' length. He has taught me the importance of my womb in my identity as a woman, also the preciousness of my words. my circumstances are no better than the ones i was clamoring to get out of and complaining about a year and two ago, but my heart...my heart is content. and i am confident that will unlock more and more of this kind of gain; heart and marrow, eternal vision, peace and freedom to live.
1 timothy 6:6 "but godliness actually is a means of great gain when accompanied by contentment."
it wasn't just that morning. God has really been bringing me on a journey of knowing contentment for several years. i suppose if i were He, i would have thought to do it by giving me my heart's desires: steady income, plenty of new clothes to wear, and a place to grow a garden. but He hasn't gone about it that way; on the contrary, He has been taking the hope of these things away more and more, little by little. and little by little i am learning to trust Him, and getting happier. what a lesson for parenting: fostering contentment not by coddling, or the giving in to desires, but by persistent love and communication, and by making things more minimal.
but what struck me about this verse was the way that contentment seemed to be presented as a prerequisite to godliness, or if not a prerequisite, the key to unlocking the treasures of godliness. if godliness is a means of gain to a person when accompanied by contentment, can it be concluded that godliness without contentment is of little gain? i looked around me and saw a generation of Christians, dedicated to seeking godliness yet without peace. committed to church, having fun in fellowship, serving in projects, but tossed to and fro yet by the world's lusts, the world's entertainment, and the world's attitudes. by their feelings and desires. WHY does a Christian look no different? WHERE are the soldiers for God's end-time army? why is all this godliness of such little gain? contentment, He whispered. the key is contentment. and how does one become content? how did i? by surrender. a giving up of dreams, of self, time, energy, future, desires, and demands. if you sink into the ocean, the waters are peaceful below. the world is clamoring so loudly that the message of self-sacrifice is harder and harder to translate. people tell you not to lose yourself, to take time for yourself, do something you want to do. but Jesus said that in losing your life you will find it. for me that means being ok with being frumpy sometimes. not keeping up with fashion as i would like. not watching movies i would like to. biting my tongue when i am tired and feel overburdened and snappy. even biting my tongue when i know i am justified, logical, or righteous.
for me, this surrender did have a lot to do with discovering the ancient paths, "returning" to a new culture unlocked in the Word. Jeremiah 6:16 says, "Thus says the LORD,'Stand by the ways and see and ask for the ancient paths,where the good way is, and walk in it;And you will find rest for your souls.But they said, 'We will not walk in it.' " how peaceful i have felt this past year as i have begun to learn to walk in it, to surrender to how the Lord made me; He has taught me to love and embrace motherhood, not just love my children while holding motherhood itself at arms' length. He has taught me the importance of my womb in my identity as a woman, also the preciousness of my words. my circumstances are no better than the ones i was clamoring to get out of and complaining about a year and two ago, but my heart...my heart is content. and i am confident that will unlock more and more of this kind of gain; heart and marrow, eternal vision, peace and freedom to live.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
golden's words
golden is acquiring words at the pace of at least one per day now, and i am not too surprised that most of them are english. (today she kept saying "the butt! the butt!" after her bath.) but she has some good german ones going as well. she also does car sounds, airplanes, trains, animals, etc. on dec. 1st we were all amused before our naptime to observe her all alone in her crib doing a train sound to herself over and over: "tg-tg-tg-tg-tg hoo, hoo!" sparrow told me even today (jan. 3rd): "golden is really good at playing." yep! another thing i find so hilarious about her is that she says "the" (or "da") in front of many of her words. here is a list of as many words as i can remember that she can currently say.
pillow
dog
dress
cookie
sticker
the bite (when she's begging daddy for food)
down
balloon
moon
ball
the baby
cereal (unclearly, but i can still tell what she's saying)
hide
hider (what they call the sun shades for the car window)
soup (pronounced "doup!")
chips (pronounced "dipsh")
book
the car
night-night
chair
up-up-up (when she wants up)
all right! & let's go! & hey hey! (when we're singing the dora the explorer song)
let's go (when she wants to leave)
the bird
boots (as in, the monkey from d. the explorer)
snack
knock knock (pronounced "na-nack.")
jeans
sparrow
off (esp. when she wants me to take her shoes or socks off)
pray
park
german:
decke (blanket) (pronounced by golden "dagacka")
mehr (more)
baer (bear)
schuh (shoe)
baum (tree)
nass (wet)
nase (nose)
hase (rabbit)
brille (glasses)
tschuess (bye)
wasser (water)
tee (tea)
tuer (door)
laut (loud)
kacke (poop)
amen (amen)
golden also has several words that she consistently says in her very own way:
bambum (means "apple")
datadung (means "i want a drink of water")
gakung (means "uncle")
papo (means "opa," grandpa)
the other day i caught golden praying! she was looking at a little board book that has a song with written music on the last page. when she got to the last page, she leaned over the ottoman and the book, folded her hands, bowed her head, and did a little quiet mumbling to herself. then she straightened up and said "amen." i have no idea why that book compelled her to pray, but she seems to do it quite often when she looks at that one! maybe it's the music that reminds her of worship/devotion time? golden actually has been the one to remind us to pray at the table several times! suddenly she folds her hands or says "pray." so amazing how they can catch on so early!
pillow
dog
dress
cookie
sticker
the bite (when she's begging daddy for food)
down
balloon
moon
ball
the baby
cereal (unclearly, but i can still tell what she's saying)
hide
hider (what they call the sun shades for the car window)
soup (pronounced "doup!")
chips (pronounced "dipsh")
book
the car
night-night
chair
up-up-up (when she wants up)
all right! & let's go! & hey hey! (when we're singing the dora the explorer song)
let's go (when she wants to leave)
the bird
boots (as in, the monkey from d. the explorer)
snack
knock knock (pronounced "na-nack.")
jeans
sparrow
off (esp. when she wants me to take her shoes or socks off)
pray
park
german:
decke (blanket) (pronounced by golden "dagacka")
mehr (more)
baer (bear)
schuh (shoe)
baum (tree)
nass (wet)
nase (nose)
hase (rabbit)
brille (glasses)
tschuess (bye)
wasser (water)
tee (tea)
tuer (door)
laut (loud)
kacke (poop)
amen (amen)
golden also has several words that she consistently says in her very own way:
bambum (means "apple")
datadung (means "i want a drink of water")
gakung (means "uncle")
papo (means "opa," grandpa)
the other day i caught golden praying! she was looking at a little board book that has a song with written music on the last page. when she got to the last page, she leaned over the ottoman and the book, folded her hands, bowed her head, and did a little quiet mumbling to herself. then she straightened up and said "amen." i have no idea why that book compelled her to pray, but she seems to do it quite often when she looks at that one! maybe it's the music that reminds her of worship/devotion time? golden actually has been the one to remind us to pray at the table several times! suddenly she folds her hands or says "pray." so amazing how they can catch on so early!
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