-
Oh, Mo
I just heard Mosely admonish Bergen. “I don’t understand Whine-ese,” she said. Huh. That’s pretty interesting Mosely. I thought you were pretty fluent in that language yourself.
-
It Doesn’t Compare
Oh. Oh. Oh. I think I am just nowbeginning to understandsomethingwith new eyes. About sin.About forgiveness.About comparing.About me. I am alwayscomparingmy sin to his sin.My sin to your sin. Andwhen I compareI begin to thinkthatIamokay. Butwe cannot place our sinson some sin scaleand measure them along those lines. Other people’s sinsarethe wrong reference point. The wrong point entirely. It’s not aboutmy sincompared toyour sin. It never has been. It’s onlyaboutmy sincompared tothe costChristalready paid. (We can onlycompareourselvesto asinless Christwho diedfor asinfulme.)
-
Bergen Hawkeye – The Interview
The following is an interview with a little boy. A little boy who lives life so wide open and so exuberantly. A little boy missing two front teeth from two separate traumatic events. A boy with a scar on his right cheek from running into Jane’s truck. And another scar on his chest from a nail on a dock last summer. A little boy who cries far more often from hurt feelings than from hurt limbs. My little boy. It is a rare and exclusive peek into the mind that is Hawkeye. (Rare in that he does not frequently stand still long enough to answer a series of questions. Exclusive…
-
Our Little Wilde Fox
Look who is beginning to eat cereal! Can you believe that there was actually a moment in every one of our lives where we could swallow liquid only and then one day, at some precise minute in our past, a spoon was shoved into our tiny mouth and we experienced a great unknown. And then that first-time experience quickly morphed into an action that we so completely take for granted that we probably have never even thought about it again. Crazy – huh?
-
This Circus
Tell me the truth, am I the only one who feels like life with small children is more often a circus than anything else? Do these things happen only at our house? At your house do reusable silicone muffin wrappers fall out of your washing machine when you open the door? Do you walk into the kitchen to discover your toddler surrounded by piles of cornmeal, of which she is shoving into her mouth? And when you ask her what she is eating does she reply, “powder”? Do children sing Michael Jackson’s “Will You Be There?” with your husband while dancing around the kitchen using antique wooden rolling pins as…
-
Brought To You By . . .
As I said in the last post, it’s no small task for both Kevin and I to leave the state of South Carolina sans children. But leave it we did, if only for an overnight journey to Atlanta for that U2 concert I was raving about recently. And our adventure was brought to us by some wonderful people we like to call Emma and Sally. Or Aunt E and Oma. Or “Aunt Eeeee-muh” if you are two. How do you get to claim the title of sainthood anyway? Do you have to be Catholic? Or dead? Well, if those are the two primary requirements then I guess Emma and Sally…
Keep Reading . . .
five finds friday (ukuleles & queso)
current plans. current mood.
try this at home
-
(I love this picture of the four of us. It makes us look as if we are just extras in Jody’s life. And that’s funny to me.) I guess I owe a big fat thank you to my older brother Danny. Thanks, man. Back in the day (the “day” being the years he spent driving Douglas and I back and forth to school in the silver hatchback Tercel covered in skateboarding stickers), Danny introduced me to what is arguably one of the greatest rock bands ever formed. A little Irish group named U2. This was early on. As in, I still own several U2 cassette tapes. (Remember those?) Fast forward…
-
Heady Stuff
Coming out of her room many hours past bedtime, London explained to me that she could not sleep. “I keep thinking bad thoughts about scary things, Mommy.” “Well, try to think about things that are lovely and that are good,” I told her. Apparently, she had already covered that and moved on. “Mom, I have. Instead, I have been trying to think how God exists in three persons.”
-
Try This
I think I have just discovered a breakthrough diet plan. Maybe even revolutionary. It’s low cost, convenient and it really works. (I can prove its effectiveness. I am not a paid actor. This is a true story.) First, you need a cup of something ridiculously hot. Steaming, in fact. Boiling couldn’t even hurt. (Something like, say, your own invention of a vanilla steamer made in your microwave.) The next step is the most important step. Place the cup in your hand. Do not blow on the cup’s contents. Do not! Raise the cup to your mouth And drink a full sip. (The bigger the gulp, the better.) There. Now you…
-
What It Isn’t
I love my husband. I really do. But with each year and each turn and each milestone of marriage God is teaching me brand new things about love. What it is. And what it isn’t. And I have so many more lessons to learn. A number of books and wise counsel have taught me along this path, leading me to where I am now. Books like Love & Respect and Sacred Marriage. But no book teaches me more than God’s word. It strips away popular theory and is more relevant than any book claiming itself as the most relevant marriage help book on the market. Today our pastor was referencing…
Keep Reading . . .
The July Grove Collaborative Giveaway
holiday links.
love. (for a concert and a band.)
-
Confession
Maybe it’s time for a little confessional. Will this make me appear self-serving in your eyes? Maybe. But I’m going to risk it. I once wrote that I blogged to gain perspective on my days and my life in general. To remember to laugh at the mundane or pull extraordinary from what feels ordinary. That is still true. But more than one thing can be true at the same time- right? I also write this blog because, well, because I really like your comments. Really like them. As in, I check my e-mail in the morning just to see if anyone had anything to say and I get happy when…
-
Do Not Conform
Wilder doesn’t really utilize his closet space right now. So I do. In it I store all sorts of non-Wilder things. A suitcase. My wedding dress. Outgrown baby clothing I am saving to give to Mandy (and Emma, if she decides to have just one more cute kid). A random can of paint. A silly amount of empty baby wipes containers – because they might just come in handy one day. And a load of items waiting to be sold at next weekend’s yard sale. (Next Saturday. Our front yard. Lots of treasures. Be there.) Apparently the smaller people living in our home recently discovered the yard sale stash. And…
-
Otto Fox Wilder
If you want to see how absolutely gorgeous this little Mr. Fox is ….. please check out my ultra talented friend Emma’s website – Odd Dog Design & Photography. It’s linked on my sidebar. I cannot even believe my gene pool helped create this guy!
