Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Strawberries from Ma's garden
Our favorite little boy who is almost TWO!
Chris doing one of his favorite things - grilling Corralitos sausages
Sweet girl in her favorite place, in the Baby Bjorn with Mama
Beautiful blue eyes
Thursday, August 12, 2010
This won't a huge, long, thoughtful post, because (1) I am still reeling a little from life with 2 sweet chillins' and (2) there is a pile of laundry or rather a mountain of laundry waiting to be folded. So I will leave with some pictures of our two little olive shoots - praise be to God for them!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Wifey Birthday Sonnet Number -4-
The Holy Wind to Abyssinia bore
Us on the back of steel eagle's wings
To land us in the orphan's desert for
A royal orphan son from Judah's King.
This fertile continent - heavy with child -
Bore for us our beloved Beniam boy.
Oh, Africa - womb of our son's womb - wild
The Land where Spirit hovered for our joy.
The angel bard once likened childed womb
To sails big-bellied blown by wanton wind.
Your grace-filled fabric taut, a watery room,
Now harbors holy gift, a sacrament.
As Africa once bulged with right hand seed,
Inspired your belly is with 'Vangeline.
Friday, April 2, 2010
As a science-minded person, I love it. I love that we serve a God who can do this.
Seven Stanzas at Easter
By John Updike
Make no mistake: if He rose at all
it was as His body;
if the cells' dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.
It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the eleven apostles;
it was as His Flesh: ours.
The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that — pierced — died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might
new strength to enclose.
Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.
The stone is rolled back, not papier-mache,
not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.
And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck's quanta, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.
Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.
Telephone Poles and Other Poems © 1961 by John Updike. Reprinted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House Inc.
**A little disclaimer - I have not read Updike's other work, but my husband said he can be a bit odd, as in just beware if you decide to do further reading.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
I love Ethiopian food. Love it. When it is made by Ethiopian people. But since our little prince is from Ethiopia I thought I should probably try my hand at making Ethiopian food. So I ordered some necessary spices:
- Niter Kebbeh (spiced clarified butter) - this turned out great! We used it in the Kitfo, greens and the Shiro sauce
- Kitfo - minced beef - yes, we cooked it, it is traditionally served raw but I doubt our weak American stomachs could handle that - this turned out so-so
- Shiro sauce - made from powered chickpeas, garlic, onion, berbere, and water - this was also very yummy!
- Greens - kale with onions and peppers
- Iab - a white curd cheese - I made a variation from yogurt, cottage cheese, lemon and herbs - turned out pretty good
- Injera - a flatbread made from Teff flour - I normally love injera but mine (as seen below before it sat overnight) was nasty, nasty, nasty. And I don't know why! I followed the directions...if anyone has successfully made injera, please clue me in! For some odd reason, Beniam loved my first try at injera. Sweet boy.
Our first homemade Ethiopian meal (with rice instead of injera)...my sweet husband really enjoyed it...and he wasn't just being nice (although he is very considerate like that - he just can't hide not liking something from me) ...
Monday, March 1, 2010
Yes, these "first times" are a big deal in our house! God desires us to celebrate His goodness and having our little boy home has provided many, many opportunities to look back and remember what He has done.
Seek the LORD and His strength; Seek His face evermore!
Remember His marvelous works which He has done,
His wonders, and the judgments of His mouth...
1 Chronicles 16:11-2
I will remember the works of the LORD;
Surely I will remember Your wonders of old.
I will also meditate on all Your work,
And talk of Your deeds.
Your way, O God, is in the sanctuary;
Who is so great a God as our God?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
CTBR with Mama, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, February 23rd 2009
CTBR enjoying Mama's injera, at home, February 23rd 2010
B also loves putting on Dada's glasses...
...and tickle time is always lotsa fun...
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Obviously 2009 was a year of many firsts for us. Welcoming our precious little boy into our family is an obvious one.
And what a whirlwind it all has been! Thank the Lord for digital cameras and video cameras or I am not sure how much I would remember, although there are many things that stand out in my memory distinctly:
- Meeting Beniam for the first time, his belly laugh as he was brought out to us
- Watching him do his funny little fall asleep kick for the first time on our hotel bed
- His blowout diaper in front of our congregation right as he was about to be baptized (and I was wearing a white skirt...somehow we managed to get through without anyone noticing)
- His first word "buh-bye"
- And...jumping up and down in the kitchen crying with my husband as I held our first POSITIVE pregnancy test. Yeah, that was crazy. After 5 years of trying to get pregnant, all of the sudden we were! God in His wisdom waited until Beniam was firmly established in our little family before opening my womb. His ways are so above our ways. Praise Him for that!