Sunday, December 28, 2008
All in all it was such a blessed Christmas. I felt the magnitude of God's gift more this year than ever before as I watched my boys and visited with family.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
ps..Elijah wanted to be on video too but he wasn't playing my reindeer games.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Every couple should attend a Christian wedding once a year. It really renews your belief in human love. I have found that I am more patient, more accepting, and generally more loving of my husband since the wedding.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
But I was remined this weekend how narrow minded and short sighted I was in high school. I missed having a great friend because I was so concerned with what other people thought of me. I spent so much time trying to be cool that I was a fake. Yuck! Thank God I have been delivered from those feelings (okay so not totally delivered but I'm working on it.)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
I have felt God telling me for some time to be content. It started in July, at Beth Moore, where I felt God telling me to be content with my job. It is a good job that hopefully impacts kids for the kingdom. Then as I began to shop for school clothes I again felt God prodding me. Be content. God gave me a visual this month. I now know I live in excess. After eleven days of not being able to do laundry I still didn't have to repeat an outfit. I'm not sure where to go with this but I do know I certainly do not need any more clothes.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Elijah: Is that the cross Jesus died on?
Mom: um, not the exact cross, no.
Elijah: Why not?
Elijah to Chris: Dad you better get away from me. I'm dangerous.
at yet another epic battle of Parents versus Two year old at the dinner table
Chris: Elijah take a bite right now
Elijah: Dad, help me. I'm small, just look at my feet.
and my favorite
Elijah: Mom, so, how was your day at school?
Elijah: Well what did you do today?
Mom: I taught lessons, ate lunch, graded papers, planned lessons (pause)
Elijah: Aren't you going to ask me about my day?
Saturday, October 11, 2008
While frantically trying to finish my bible study before small group on Tuesday I did what any great mother does when trying to get a moment to herself, I turned on tunes. Elijah was entranced and John was talking away on the floor. Engrossing myself in my study I happened to look up and noticed that John was on his tummy. Without anyone looking John had rolled over! I moved him to his play blanket to see if the trick could be repeated. It was! We officially have a roller. He rolls pretty much every time he is placed on the floor.
Wednesday I got a daycare call during the school day. I don't get too worried about those calls because my wonderful daycare mom, Jodi, loves to call with the funny things Elijah does or to let me hear John babbling. Turns out her message was about a monument, in John's mouth. John got his first tooth this week. We noticed it Wednesday and it was through on Friday. No pomp, no circumstance.
I suppose crawling and college are next.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Earlier in the week I decided since we were apple orchardy dummies we should enlist the help of some experts. I called on our friends the Siweks. They graciously agreed to show us the ropes.
We arrived to find Tyler and Hayley running through a hedge maze. Elijah quickly joined them. good thing he had on his orange hat or we could still be searching for him. We moved from the maze to the ever allergy friendly hay bales. Apparently, there is nothing more fun than jumping off the top of a hay bale into loose hay. Next it was onto a trailer for a hay ride. We were scoping out the apple choices. Who knew there were so many different types of apples. Rainbow has been holding out on me! After the ride and some taste testing, we were off to pick our favorites. I was a bit shocked when everyone began picking and eating but apparently that is what one does at the apple orchard. We picked and wandered and munched and had a great time.
ps..my new favorite apple is the Sweet 16....or the Liberty.
Friday, September 19, 2008
We took the plunge into solid foods this week. I decided that after two weeks of midnight and 3 am quality time that John must be hungry. I must also have a deliusional memory when it comes to feeding babies. All I remember about Elijah is that he loved cereal and ate it up right away. John, made the most hilarious face when I put the cereal in his mouth and I am certain that more of it ended up on the bib than his tummy but tonight was night four and more of it ended up in his tummy than his bib. Yeah! Now if I could only remember how long he eats cereal before he starts the baby food.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I miss you mom.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
We were talking last night about all that we have done and been through in nine years. It really amazes both of us that it has been nine years already. For our first year anniversary I gave Chris a homemade card that I made while we were driving back from the Black Hills to our apartment in Bloomington. The card said, "Love is bumpy but I'll bump along with you forever." That saying is so true. Love is bumpy but man do I love going through the bumps with this man. It hardly seems possible, but I think I love and appreciate him more after nine years than I did on August 14, 1999.
My dearest Chris, you continually challenge me, which really irritates me at the time but man do I love how you don't let me get away with my stuff. You push me to be the best I can be and I am all the better for it. I thank God every day for blessing me with a man who loves me as much as you love me. I certainly don't deserve your devotion but I am so thankful I have it. Here's to ninety-nine more years of love with you.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Elijah was growling, his new greeting. John was smiling at his brother's antics.
Man, Daddy is fast!
Look Mom, I found some dirt to rub on my face
Monday, August 4, 2008
I went through the entire school year certain God was leading me to a new job; a better paying job. I planned lessons and attended meetings with an aire of snobbery. I had a horrible attitude about my job and am sure I was just a peach to work with. In April when our car was having trouble I dreamed dreams of nice cars with remote entry and a sun roof.
Then God started to take me down a notch at a time. First, looking for a car became like a second job and nothing ever seemed to work out or be quite right. I became so stressed and upset that I began to resent my dear husband's insistance on buying a car from the "stupid" Consumer Reports list. Next I started applying for teaching jobs (10 of them to be exact) and I began waiting for the interviews to roll in (I was sure this was what God wanted). I got one interview and was passed over. Oh, so God wants to me to get what we teachers call a regular job. I applied for 10 of those too; nothing, not a single phone call or interview.
The problem with all of this want-for-moreness is that I chose to forget who was in charge. I was telling God what I wanted, asking without listening, and getting so angry with the results that I shut Him out. I faked my faith and ignored God. Funny how one can not really ignore the creator of the universe, He is everywhere. But man did I try. I got so successful at it that I could go days without praying and I didn't even think of reading my Bible daily.
God finally got through to me a few weeks ago and then really hit the message home at Beth Moore. "Be content. Be content with what you have, Suzanne. Do not worry, I will provide, just be content."
And so I am trying to be content, I am working to repair my damaged relationship with God, and I am clinging to His promises.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Elijah is just as amazing. This week he became very proficient at manuvering the mouse on my labtop. He loves to play Curious George on pbskids.org. He loves it even more when he is in control. He also is really starting to love to play matching games. He still refuses he learn his colors and skips either 5 or 4 when counting but I still think he is a genius for 26 months old. He may be small, only in the 10% for height, but he was the bravest boy I have ever seen when he got his booster shot on Wednesday.
Oh, I am so blessed!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
It was an adventure navigating (Thanks Becky) downtown Minneapolis and through road closures. We laughed at my ability to get us lost, sort of. Who knew it was so hard to get out of a parking garage, both times! I think I can safely say we all were touched this weekend through worship and the word. There is nothing quite like singing Amazing Grace with 7,000 other women, but singing it with sisters and friends was so moving for me.
This weekend I received a word from God, I bonded with my sisters, I reconnected with old friends, and I solidified the bond with new friends. How amazing!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Jo Jo and E: parade buddies
"Donuts are yummy. I saved a springle for later."
"Here ducky ducky."
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
You have officially been in the world for 30 days. Congratulations on surviving so far. We promise it all gets better from here.
So far you have survived the yelling in your ear from your brother, the teasing of your father, & the drowsiness of your mother. You have successfully gone through 159 diapers, peed on things other than diapers 5 times, and only pooped out once. That is amazing!
We are so blessed to have you as part of our family. Our excitement is teeming over as we get to know you more every day. So far we have learned that you take things pretty seriously, you will scream for extended periods of time until someone comes to pick you up, and you hate baths. Most importantly we have learned to always have a burp rag handy and that you love to snuggle.
We look forward to what the next 30 days have in store.
Loving all of you,
Mommy, Daddy, and Elijah
Friday, June 20, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
One of my favorite classes to teach is Christian Faith. I love it so much my class has been in the same workbook for two years because we talk so much about the lessons. (We still won't complete it this year.) I frequently remind my students that receiving the gift of eternal life will change them forever.
Yesterday after class one who I least expected came to me and said, "Mrs. Anderson, I, um have never invited Jesus into my heart before." I paused for a second and then stammered, "Would you like to talk about that?" The student paused and said yes but they couldn't do it right then so we set a date for today.
My mind was racing for the rest of the night. I had never led anyone in the saving prayer before. Would I even know what to say? Of course it only took a few moments for me to remember that I didn't need to do anything since Christ would work through me.
Today we met. We talked. We prayed. It was the greatest teaching moment of my life. As we were walking away the student shared, "You were the only person I could share this with." My heart stopped. Me?
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
So I had three moms.
Peggy was Mom. She loved me with all she had. She taught me how to love with all you have. I was her Suzy-baby and she always treated me like her baby. I know my lack of timeliness drove her nuts. I am not sure I was on time for dinner my entire school years. I also spend most of my elementary and middle school years grounded because of my blindness to trouble. But my favorite moments (from age 5 to age 24) were laying on her lap while we talked and she stroked my hair. We would fight, get it out there, and get over it. I am very certain she gets quite a chuckle from her spot in Heaven as she watches me try to parent my stubborn boy.
Pearl is Grandmom. She teaches me how to life by faith; how to find strength in the tough times; how to do work worth doing. My dear grandma allowed me to grow up in my own little world. It drove her crazy that I would speed through my cleaning duties so I could go outside to play in the playhouse, in grandpa's pickup, in the field, or wherever I could find space. When I got bigger I got out of cleaning (I still hate cleaning) because Grandpa discovered I was an excellent riding lawn mower operator. But I always had time and she always made time for tea at 4:00. It was tradition: Black tea, sugar, milk, and cookies. We would talk about the day, her childhood, how she met Grandpa, and pretty much anything else. It is such a joy to get to share the adventures of motherhood with her and hear her advice and stories.
Sara is sister-mom. It must be a birthorder thing. Sara, who I thought was bossy, spend our childhood trying to steer her sister away from troublesome situations. She did do her small part in getting me into trouble too; nobody said she was perfect. I will never forget the time she pushed me out the garage window, then let it slam shut, then run out of the garage declaring she didn't do it when Mom came racing out of the house to see what had shattered. I am not sure I can articulate all that I learned from her. I think the most important lesson was how to live a life of integrity and genuiness. My sister is nothing if not genuine with people. I always struggled with that (what if people didn't like the real me). Our phone conversations have become the highlight of my day. We trade mom stories, husband hillarities, and solve the world's problems.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Chris just returned from Boise, ID where FCA Endurance became an offical bike club with an big cycling organization by holding a bike race/time trial. On Wednesday, Chris leaves for California for the Wildflower Triatholon, one of the biggest in the country, where he will minister to athletes and run as part of a relay. On May 12, Chris is off to KC for FCA meetings.
I am sure you can imagine our conversations when things pop up on his schedule that take him away from home on the days he is in the same state (like an all day expo on Sunday). Friday night we had a hot date sorting through books and college notes in the basement (the nesting has spread to Chris too). During our date he mentioned, "Well you have plans for nap time tomorrow." I had no idea what he was talking about but said, "Oh." Imagining another nesting project.
At 12:15 Saturday I was seated in the waiting room at a massage clinic. The receptionist said, "Was it your husband who scheduled this? He was so cute, he said, 'She really needs this.'" She is right. He is really cute and I really did need it and the fact that he knew that made it all the more relaxing.
I love my husband, not because he bought me something but because even after 8.5 years he romances me.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
First on tap was a trip to the store to buy the paint. My sister's eye for color and knowing what I am talking about when I don't meant the color would be perfect (and it is!). Then we had the arduous task of removing the old-lady border. It was tedious, messy, wet, and time consuming.
We still managed to get one coat on Friday night. Sara cut in and I rolled, sort of. Around 10 we needed a snack. Sara made the wise choice and had Kashi cereal while I stuck with my nightly ritual of ice cream (mint chip was the flavor of the night).
After a sleepless night (thanks Elijah and Isaiah) we were up by 6:30 and working by 7:30. Sara painted and I cleaned vents (gross!). Then it was a room by room attack of the neglect I had allowed for months. Floors were mopped by hand, window sills cleaned, appliances de-finger stained, furniture dusted, and bathrooms sanitized. At about the time we thought we were done we noticed that there was still green showing through our butter color. Coat three was on tap as soon as Chris could run to the store and get more paint. When it was all said and done the room is exactly what I pictured in my mind: a warm, bright sanctuary.
I never could have done this without Sara. Her sacrifice of time with her family, time to herself, and sleep are so amazing. My brother-in-law, Andy, sacrificed vacation time and spent the weekend trying to coach Josiah on the intricacies of using the potty. It warms my heart to know this baby is so loved already.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Words cannot express my gratitude for your delicious creation, Pistachio Almond. The creamy goodness has brought me much joy this week. You see I live with a two year old who appears to have mulitple personalities. Let me give you an example. On Friday night the two year old went to bed without a whimper, but on Saturday night a new child appeared. One who cried, screamed, talked, yelled, and played in bed until 10:30. Another example came last night when the two year old refused to eat the yummy, mommy-created pot roast. In the blink of an eye, however, the two year old was eating and even complimenting the mommy-made meal, but in another blink was back to refusing to eat.
It is stressful living with one who has this disorder but your heavenly, frozen delicacy has allowed me to keep my sanity. Each night the container calls my name and reminds me that I need an escape. As I sit with my bowl, my mind drifts to thoughts of beaches, sun, and puppies.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Our time in the Black Hills was great. Elijah had a super time playing at gramma and grampa's and Chris and I had a great time catching up with family. We even got to see some college friends that we hadn't seen in years!
After four days we headed out of the snowy hills east to Sioux Falls. Again, the joy on 'Siah's face when he got off the school bus was enough to warm my heart for months. The tornado began immediately and did not end for another five days. Grandma Barb and Grandpa Tim, AKA Grandpa Barb :-), lavished so much love on all of us it was just amazing. They gave 'Siah and Elijah a bath, at the SAME time and still had the energy to offer to babysit for a night so the Mom's and Dad's could go on a double date.
We went old school for our date, bowling! I was pitiful in the first round. 63 points was all I could muster after three straight rounds of gutter balls. I did forge a comeback in the second game when I figured out that I should lead with my right foot.
Easter was another fabulous day with new friends and a visit from Granny. What a blessing it was to spend the day with family and friends! Elijah went to Sunday school and proudly returned proclaiming, "Mom, Jesus is alive!" We drove home Sunday night and after a day of no nap and non-stop playing Elijah was at his wits end. Again the DVD player saved the day. In the middle movie number two, he finally passed out, even though both Mom and Dad were jabbering away to Auntie Melissa on the phone.
All in all it was a fabulous break. Thank you to all of you who hosted, fed, cleaned up after, played with, ate with and talked to us.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
"Okay, choochie" I reply. Strength will rise when we wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord. Each leg of our trip these words have wafted over me and the other day I was greeted with them when Elijah, in his precious singing voice, sang them from his room. It began to dawn on me that perhaps God was trying to tell me something.
So, okay God. I am waiting upon you! What's coming?
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Going to Tuesday night Bible study
Kisses and hugs from my boyfriends
Talking to my sister on the phone
Hearing "Jesus Love Me" sung by my favorite artist, Elijah
Not having to worry anymore
Knowing my husband loves me even though I look pretty round right now
Helping someone out
Planning a great week of meals
Crossing things off of my lists
Counting my blessings
Playing hide and seek
Flowers - for no reason
Reconnecting with old friends
Learning new things
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Two days this week, on our commute into work/daycare Elijah has spent 20 minutes or more yelling at his mom. One day he was very mad that I had taken his cereal, as he had politely requested I do. Another day he was very mad that I had taken his cereal, as he had politely requested I do. For some reason, in his brain when he says," Here you go mom" that means I should take whatever he is offering and hold it in front of him until he decides if he needs it. I figured that out on the first day so I tried to reason with him by saying, "Mommy is going to put it on the seat and when you need it back you just need to ask with your nice words." He agreed with this but as soon as the bag was out of my hands the screaming began. It is hard to show patience to middle schoolers when your two year old has emptied the bank that morning!!
The commute has not been our only struggle. Bedtime has reverted back to 8 month old Elijah where he cries, hoping someone will come back. The catch here is that he only cries when mommy puts him to bed. That one is easy to solve you may say, just have Chris put him to bed. The problem is Daddy has been gone 3 1/2 weeks out of the last 8 weeks (not all in a row).
Why is my two year old unable to see my logic? It is the best logic after all. Of course he redeems himself every time he says, "Love you too" or "How you day, Mommy?" or when he sings Jesus Love Me (he actually knows most of the song now) or when he rubs my arm or when he asks, "Are you okay?" when I cough, or when he snuggles close when we read Little Quack or when he tells me about how David fought the big mean giant, "Liath".
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Last year I actually asked the pastor to explain the purpose of giving something up and found out that giving something up really is a sacrafice or a fast that is meant to bring you closer to God. So last year I gave up sweets as an experiment. Didn't do much growing. So this year I thought about what it is that I do a lot of: discipline, talking, eating, going to the bathroom (darn baby), and worrying. After a short prayer and a common sense moment I decided to give up worry.
So, this lenten season whenever I worry I turn it to prayer. I think this will really help me in my resolution of finding joy and gaining strength. By the way, I have prayed a lot in the past 48 hours and anticipate that the Lord and I will be in much conversation over the next 38 days.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
This is how Susan introduced the drama team from Faith Covenant last Monday as we anxiously awaited our time to do the show. Not prison drama but actual drama...that thought stuck in my head.
Last July, two other women and I wrote a drama that interweaved our faith stories with the psalms. After performing it for a church service we were excited to present it again and that opportunity arouse when we were invited to revival night at a local women's prison. To be honest, I was really look forward to having the night be over. At this point in my pregnancy I am lucky to remember Elijah's name much less lines for a 40 minute dramatic presentation! This was to be my last drama until after baby is born and I was glad to get my Thursday nights back again.
The women filled the room, there were 100 of them. They were about three feet from our performing area and there were no spot lights to blind us and hide their faces. Some faces were alert, some faces skeptical, same faces down right angry. We all struggled to remember our lines, until we remembered we needed to pray. We prayed for us, "Lord bring our lines out in such a way that it will be authentic"; we prayed for them, "Lord, prepare their hearts, touch their hearts, change their hearts."
Worshipping with them and presenting the drama was much like I imagine it would be like in a Southern Baptist church. Most of them worshipped with their whole beings; their faces shining in the Light. Those that were not quiet there worshipped with their mouths; their faces yet skeptical. There was more Amening, Yes Lording, did she really say that, and applause going on during our presentation than I have ever heard in my 29 years.
At the end our director suprised us by asking us to speak on what God was doing in our lives now. Not prison drama but actual drama...my mind raced. What could I possibly talk about that would ring true to these women. My life has drama but I do not have prison drama and my drama seems much more petty compared to their situations. Oh Lord, bring me words.
I told them about how God had been beating me into submission when it comes to controlling my life. I implored them to remember that in all things God has control; we just have to remember to let go.
It was a blessed night all around. These women are forever in my heart. I pray that their prison drama will lead them to Christ.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Here are snippets of conversations:
Mom: "Is there a cow in the back seat? What is the cow eating?"
Elijah: "Grass, oh mom!"
Mom: "Did you finish your banana?"
Mom: "You better eat it up like Curious George, good monkey"
Elijah: "I good monkey, oooooaaaa."
Elijah: "How you day mommy?"
Mom: "Be careful climbing in."
Elijah: "I love be fareful, mommy."
Elijah: "Does the baby need a blankie?"
Elijah: "I wuv you mommy."
The conversations never cease to amaze me. I just hope they continue throughout the duration of his life!