Archive | March, 2010

Sweet Adeline

20 Mar

This is one of the best versions that I’ve found of the barbershop song that our Sweet Adeline is (partially) named after.  My dad used to sing this song to me when I was young…it didn’t sound half as good as this!

A Visit to the Betty Brinn Children’s Museum

19 Mar

Following Directions!

She ran head-long into a pole.

Licking the microphone.

Adeline the meteorologist!

So much fun that she didn’t want to leave.

Poetry Wednesday – March 10, 2010

10 Mar

This Great Lent, our first in the Orthodox Church, has been beautiful.  Unfortunately, I have been sedentary in my efforts to increase my prayer time and scripture studying.  Okay, I have been extremely sedentary.  Each night I go to bed and I say, tomorrow, Lord I will meditate more fully on Your grace.  Tomorrow I will strive to work out my salvation in that oft spoken of fear and trembling.  As I was finishing Evangeline and Other Selected Poems and Translations by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (instead of doing my Bible readings or prayers, I might add)  I ran across this poem. A convicted heart and still-too-few prayers later, I am still reeling over how this supreme and omnipotent God draws me nearer and teaches me even in my laze and disobedience.

Tomorrow (Mañana)

by Lope de Vega

Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing care,
…..Thou didst seek after me, that though didst wait,
…..Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate,
…..And pass the gloomy nights of winter there?
Oh, strange delusion, that I did not greet
…..Thy blest approach! and oh, to Heaven how lost,
…..If my ingratitude’s unkindly frost
…..Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet!
How oft my guardian angel gently cried,
…..“Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see
…..How he persists to knock and wait for thee!”
And, oh! how often to that voice of sorrow,
…..“To-morrow we will open,” I replied,
…..And when the morrow came I answered still,
………“To-morrow.”
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You can find more poetry and leave a link to your own favorites HERE.

Silly Sleeper

8 Mar

This post could also be titled “No Wonder Adeline Doesn’t Sleep in her Toddler Bed Yet”  You never know how you’ll find Adeline when you check on her…

Sunday of the Holy Cross

7 Mar

This third Sunday of Lent is the Sunday of the Holy Cross.  I really enjoyed what was in our Church’s (Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church) bulletin this morning.  It certainly explains, far better than I can, what we celebrate this Sunday:

On the Third Sunday of Great and Holy Lent, the Orthodox Church commemorates the Precious and Life=Giving Cross of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.  Services include a special veneration of the Cross, which prepares the faithful for the commemoration of the Crucifixion during Holy Week.

As we have “crucified the flesh with its passions and desires” (Galatians 5:24), and will have mortified ourselves during these forty days of the Fast, the precious and life-giving Cross is now placed before us to refresh our souls and encourage us who may be filled with a sense of bitterness resentment, and depression.  The Cross reminds us of the Passion of our Lord, and by presenting to us His example, it encourages us to follow Him in struggle and sacrifice, being refreshed, assured, and comforted.  In other words, we must experience what the Lord experienced during His Passion –  being humiliated in a shameful manner.  The Cross teaches us that through pain and suffering we shall see the fulfillment of our hopes: the heavenly inheritance and eternal glory.

As they who walk on a long and hard way and are bowed down by fatigue find great relief and strengthening under the cool shade of a leafy tree, so do we find  comfort, refreshment, and rejuvenation under the Life-giving cross, which our Fathers “planted: on this Sunday.  Thus, we are fortified and enabled to continue our Lenten journey with a light step, rested and encouraged.

Moreover, as the Holy Cross is called the Tree of Life, it is placed in the middle of the Fast, as an ancient tree of life was placed in the middle of the garden of Eden.  By this, our Holy Fathers wished to remind us of Adam’s gluttony as well as the fact that through this Tree has condemnation been abolished.  Therefore, if we bind ourselves to the Holy cross, we shall never encounter death but shall inherit life eternal.
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The normal service was followed by the procession of the Holy Cross on a tray surrounded by daffodils.  At the end of the service we all received flowers from the tray from our priest.

Adeline was enthralled by the procession and thrilled by the two flowers she received from Fr. Jim.  I still am always struck by the beauty of Orthodox worship, our worship.  The history, tradition, and truth never cease to move my spirit as it approaches the body and blood of Christ.  I am grateful for this tradition, this tangible reminder of the Holy Cross and passion of Christ, during the middle of this Great Lent as our family prepares for His resurrection .

Poetry Wednesday – March 3, 2010

3 Mar

It’s been a wild two weeks in the Moore household (See the post below).  I’ve found myself pining for a more productive, exciting (in more positive ways), life, but his adorable poem speaks a very simple truth.  The creative, the beautiful, and the powerful all have simple duties in their lives.

Routine

Arthur Guiterman

No matter what we are and who,
Some duties everyone must do:

A poet puts aside his wreath
To wash his face and brush his teeth,

And even Earls
Must comb their curls,

And even Kings
Have underthings.

As always, more poems at Enanoslivo!

An Exciting (in a not-so-good way) Afternoon

2 Mar

So, how did an afternoon of drawing pictures with Papa’s favorite pen go from this:

To terrible in just moments? Well, after I took the picture above, I decided that we should put Adeline in a play (read: stained, one-size too small, about to be thrown out) shirt.  So, I changed her shirt and started to unload the dishwasher while she ran in circles in the dining room.  I looked out as she spun, tripped, and hit her face on her step-stool.   I knew instantly that it was an E.R. visit sort of hit.  Sure enough, when she looked up at me, stunned and crying, her mouth was bleeding profusely, both inside and out.  Thinking that she put her tooth through her lip, we quickly gathered supplies (diaper bag, insurance card, a coat for her, and a paper towel to catch streams of blood), screaming Adeline, and headed out the door to the Oconomowoc Emergency Room.

Part-way there, Adeline stopped screaming and bleeding (as much), started signing ‘tree’, and said “Uh, Oh!”  When we got to the E.R. she was pleasant, answered all the questions the receptionist asked with “No.”, promptly screamed when she saw a nurse in blue scrubs (like the nurses who give shots at her doctor’s office wear), and proceeded to be calmed with not one, not two, but three Dora the Explorer stickers.  We were called back very quickly, the nurse was kind as she checked Adeline’s vitals, and the nurse practitioner, Stephanie, was in the room in no time.  Adeline played, ran, signed, talked and schmoozed the nurses as Stephanie told us that stitches were inevitable. Luckily, the tooth had not gone through her lip, but she did have a large gash across the lip.  If we left it to heal on its own, it would probably do so improperly and she would have a large scar for the rest of her life.  So, stitches it was.

Have you ever seen a toddler get stitches?  It’s not pretty…at all.  While the nurses gathered the papoose, Adeline jumped and played.  I swept her in my arms and said, “I’m so sorry, Love.  Are you ready?”  She replied, “Doh!”  So, doh we did.  I laid her down , they swaddled her in the papoose (with industrial strength Velcro, I might add), she screamed.  Stephanie injected a numbing agent into Adeline’s lip, and then, pop!  Out came Adeline’s hand.  No joke.  This kid is a fighter, I’m telling you.  She hit the syringe, knocking it loose in Stephanie’s hand.  Luckily, enough of the agent went in, they readjusted Liners, and proceeded to stitch, well, try to stitch.  Adeline is a wiggler- always has been.  She did barrel rolls in my tummy for hours on end when I was pregnant and is an accomplished crib traveler when she sleeps.  The very first time I changed her diaper, hours after birth, she tried to lift her head up and has done it every diaper change since. She doesn’t hold still, and that papoose was a nightmare for her.

So, she bit the nurse practitioner, sucked in her lip so it was impossible to stitch, and thrashed her head from side to side despite the grown woman holding her down.  Can you hear the pride in my tone?  My girl is strong!  We’ll work on submission later.

Finally Papa held her head and chanted liturgical tones into her little ear while she received two stitches.  Me?  I cried and begged the prayers of every saint I’ve ever heard of.  About the time I ran out of potential intercessors, the Velcro was peeled off of that sweaty, little angel, and the recovery began.  An orange popsicle from the nurses, chocolate custard from Culvers, and a few french fries later (I swear we don’t let her eat like this…ever!) and the girl was as good as new…in spirit.  Not so much physically.

She looks how I felt.

After this photo was snapped we cleaned her up, did her alphabet puzzle, and whisked her up to bath and bedtime.  She went down without a fight, and with Baby Orajel for her incoming tooth, Tylenol for the pain, triple antibiotic ointment for the wound, and one stuffed pig for comfort.  What a girl.

Now, because I’m not one for shock value, and I have a pretty weak stomach, I’ve saved the close-up for the end.  Fair warning-  it’s below.