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Monday, December 9, 2013

About Me

Since I'm new here, I thought I'd post my "About Me" page as an actual Blog Post.  I thought this would save me having to write a new blog post today, but...I kind of rewrote the whole thing in the process.  So here it is:

Here you will find the slowly-accumulating musings of a young Christian wife and stay-at-home mommy seeking to worship Christ in spirit and in truth. A semi-crunchy woman who longs to cook with grass-fed beef but usually just buys the cheap cuts. Who dreams of making her own homemade cleaners but hasn't taken the plunge.  Who has boards and boards of great ideas on Pinterest, but actually I burn scrambled eggs and have a floor covered with baby toys and actually, I never dust anything unless company's coming.  (Shhhh...don't tell anyone.  Wouldn't want to put that out there on a public forum or something like that.  Oh.  Wait...)  

I'm learning and growing and trying to cherish each moment of being a wife and mommy, by the grace of Jesus. I often find the best way to do this, for me, is to write down and savor the humorous points throughout my day.  Because there is so much joy in this time, if I stop to notice it when I'm in the midst of laundry backlogs, mountains of dishes, endlessly-runny noses, sleep-deprivation...you mommies know what I mean.  Most of my writing will probably involve the humorous side of life, and yet I may get on the occasional soapbox, or delve into some Bible study, or share a new recipe, or...well, who knows.  I have tried to write blogs that fit into some specific genre and they never work out for me.  So here I am, doing the Everything Blog...because that's probably what you'll find here...a little bit of everything.  But I hope that, above all, you will find Jesus in these lines of mine.  Because He is, really, all that matters, and nothing has any meaning apart from Him and His miraculous birth, death, and resurrection.  He is the King of Kings, and Lord of Lords.  To Him be glory forever and ever.  Amen.

Now.  To introduce the players in our story.  First, there's me...the author of said blog.  I'll probably usually be referred to as "Mommy" as any stories I tell on this blog because, well...that's who I am.  Otherwise, call me Tiffany.  My husband will probably get to be "Daddy" much of the time, for similar reasons.  There are all kinds of sappy things I could call him since I'm crazy about him and all, but most of the time I'll probably call him Manly Man.  Some call it sappy; I call it a statement of the obvious. He swept me off my feet 5 years ago, and I've been his biggest fan ever since.  Well, maybe except for the kids.  The kids think he hung the moon, and I love that they love him so much.  Just reminds me why I love him so much! 

Now for the littles.  For the purposes of my blog, I have given my babies pen names, and decided to go with a bird theme.  Partly because it's cute, partly because I like birds, but mainly because...I just wanted a theme.  Yeah, I know...earth-shattering.

Hatchling #1: Rosefinch, 4 years old.  You'll usually find her referred to as "Rosie."  It completely suits her happy disposition, as well as her rather romantic tendencies.  She is imaginative, dramatic, helpful, mature, intelligent, 100% girl, and my little ballerina.  She "reads" books by making up her own stories, usually involving high stakes and much Getting Lost In The Woods and getting rescued by One's Parents while many people Nearly Die in the process, but all ends happily at last.  She's got conflict and plot resolution down pat, I tell you.  Besides that, she loves to talk about all kinds of things and has the most beautiful, funny little thoughts that just thrill me to hear.  I am loving having her old enough that we can talk together about Life and Jesus and Everything Else.  Also?  She has the memory of an elephant.  She never forgets anything.  It's awesome, and freaky.  Her favorite color is purple, she loves dogs and cats, and she hates all food unless it is a dairy product or a chicken nugget.

Hatchling #2: Sandpiper, 3 years old.  I will usually refer to her as "Piper."  I originally called her this because she has the lungs of a powerful opera singer and the scream of a ring wraith.  No, really.  She used to employ it quite regularly back in her babyhood, but it still surfaces on occasion and reminds me that, yes, she does have a crazy set of pipes.  She learns tunes quickly and can sing them with gusto, and she is my other little ballerina.  She does, however, like to throw a little jazz or something into her moves.  I'm not sure what it is, but it's awesome.  She is an intense, all-out, tenacious, affectionate little person who gives giant hugs, huge kisses, and plays as hard as she can.  She is afraid of nothing except monsters after I made the mistake of letting her watch "Monsters, Inc."  Oh, that and butterflies.  And singing Christmas dog toys. Go figure.  Her favorite color is pink, she loves horses (and dogs and cats are right on up there), and she loves all food unless it is a dairy product.  Be it Thai, Indian, Chinese, Mexican, or all-American, she will devour it all with gusto.  One day it's chicken nuggets, the next day it's guacamole and chips.  She also likes to experiment with culinary combinations, such as dipping tortilla chips into apple juice, or pouring her cottage cheese into her cup of coconut milk and stirring it together.  She has been my introduction to the world of food sensitivities, however, for though she loves it all, she has weird reactions to wheat, milk (not all dairy), and some nuts.

Hatchling #3: Cord, 9 months old as of 11/2013.  Cord, you may notice, is not a bird name.  It is, however, the name that Rosie graced him with when she went with us to an ultrasound and the nurse pointed out the umbilical by saying, "Look, there's the cord!" And Rosie was forever after convinced that she was referring to the baby...so he was called Cord from that point on.  It is not his real name, and we use his real name more than "Cord" at this point, but I love it.  He is my cuddlebug, my happy ray of sunshine, and my high-energy, wriggly, bouncing manchild who roars and grunts and growls and blows raspberries and says "Dada" and "Mama."  We do not know his favorite color, but I have a good guess on animals: he adores dogs and is utterly unafraid of them even if they lick him in the face.  He just laughs.  He does not share the same affection for cats.  At all.  He isn't a big fan of solid food yet, but we're slowly convincing him.  He definitely prefers meats and sweet potatoes.  Such a man, I tell you.  He adores his big sisters and plays hard with them, crawling all over the place and cruising along furniture to keep up.  He always comes back to me for love and cuddles and kisses, though, and I'm so glad he loves snuggles.  He adores his Daddy and thinks that their secret Man Language is blowing raspberries at each other, apparently...so Daddy has had to brush up on his raspberry-blowing skills rather quickly of late.  Because whenever Cord catches sight of him, he starts blowing the raspberries and looking expectant - and is so delighted when Daddy does it back to him.  He uses this mode of communication with no one else on the planet so far, hence my suspicions that it is their Secret Language.