Friday, April 30, 2010

Ike just washed his hands in the toilet. Which was full of pee. But he used soap, so is it okay?

Tuesday, April 27, 2010


Ikey likes to play a game with me every morning. After I change his diaper and get him dressed, he pushes me over as he falls on top of me. And the boy pushes HARD. I can barely resist him. Then he says, "Sit up!" and wants me to do it over and over. I call them my Ikey Crunches. And they remind me why 20 year olds are supposed to be the ones having children.


Today Shep handed me a dollar and a quarter. "Here. It's my tooth fairy money. It's for the adoption."

Maggie describes her daddy:

"I call him handsome, and I love him, and I never call him stoopid."

Friday, April 23, 2010

Today when a car in front of us was moving too slowly Eva Rose yelled out, "Blow your honk!".

Eva Rose came in early this morning wanting me to pull her tooth. I used the thin material of a pillow case to grab the slippery tooth and yanked it out with one quick movement. The tooth shot out from my grip and fell to the floor. Eva Rose, her fave aglow and expectant, and her mouth bleeding quite profusely, fell to her knees and pawed for the tooth. Once she found it, she bounded down the stairs to show her mom. This was her first baby tooth lost.

-Walker

Thursday, April 15, 2010


She's lying asleep on our bed, the only place where she still looks small. I gaze at her face and think about how much she looks like she did when she was a baby. Same rosebud lips. Same birthmark on her right cheek that I love to kiss, that she is starting to hate, like I knew she one day would.

Her dangly star earrings hang from her earlobes. Her toes are poke out of her too small footie pyjamas. She wants so much to be a big girl, and she wants so much to hold on to her babyhood.

She's five.

I rub her back and stroke her hair off her face, the light brown hair that will be perfectly highlighted in just a couple of months. I used to have hair that color. She rolls and her face is now toward me. I count the freckles on the bridge of her nose. Oh, dear God, she is so beautiful.

She's five.

It's been a tumultuous five years, for the two of us. She wasn't the easiest child. I wasn't the easiest mother. So many tears between us. But oh, how I delight in her.

We've grown together, emotionally and spiritually, my daughter and I. And now there is a bond between us that is soulful and fierce.

I gather her into my arms and carry her, even though I know it will hurt my back to do so. Her body melds into mine like it did when she was in the secret place. We ascend the stairs together.

She's five.

And oh, how I love her.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Good question

Tonight at bedtime I told Shep the story of Elijah and the widow. Of course I acted out the part about bringing her son back to life.

He asked what widows were, and I explained it to him, and said that the bible says we are to protect the widows and the orphans.

Shep's response: why didn't Elijah just marry the widow?

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Azaleas are blooming all over Houston, which causes Eva Rose to say, "Look at all the Isaiahs!"

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Deep Spiritual Thoughts of Children.

Walker: Guys, today we are celebrating that Jesus Christ was killed for the sins of the world as the perfect sacrifice, then rose again so that there is life everlasting for those who believe that he is Lord!!

Shepherd: So does that mean the Easter Bunny comes again tonight??