Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Bwessed Be a Name of a Nord

You may have heard of the song "Blessed Be Your Name." It's on the latest Zoe Group CD, Desperate, which we've been listening to frequently in the car. Kyra enjoys this song, and it has become one of the regulars in her rotation. This morning, she saw a church song book that Steven had left out on the desk, so she picked it up, opened it up, and started singing some songs. I was checking my email during all this, and what she sang was so hysterical, I typed it as she sang. Here are the real lyrics to the song, followed by Kyra's version, which combines some of the verses, and even throws in a line from Here I Am to Worship. =) She's only 2, and she's already picked up on Steven's style of doing medleys. haha So here goes....I hope you know the song, because it probably wouldn't be even half as funny if you were unfamiliar with it:

Here are the real lyrics:
One verse says this:
Blessed be your name when I'm found in a desert place, though I walk through the wilderness,
Blessed be your name

Another verse says this:
Blessed be your name on a road marked with suffering, though there's pain in the offering,
Blessed be your name

Here's the chorus:
Blessed be the name of the Lord, blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord, blessed be your glorious name!

And finally, the bridge, which starts out with just the women singing:
You give and take away, you give and take away,
My heart will choose to say, Lord, blessed be your name

And now here is Kyra's version from this morning:

Bwessed be a name of a Nord, bwessed be a naaaaame.

Bwessed be a name, in a wand in anoppah pwace, bwessed be a naaaaame.

Bwessed be a name, in a world in a nuppawing, bwessed be a naaaaame.

Bwessed be a name of a Nord, bwessed be a gworious name

You up an nake awaaaaay, You up an nake awaaaaay (sung very high)

He I am a wuhsip, He I am a fall down (don't know how that got thrown in)

Bwessed be a naaaaaame!

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Identity Crisis?

At bedtime, Steven called Kyra over to where he was sitting by saying, "Come here, Lady."

Kyra looked at him and said, "No, I'm not a wady. Mommy's a wady. I'm a baby!"

So he laughed and said, "Ok, come here, sweet baby!"

To which she replied, "No, don't say dat, Daddy. I'm not a baby! I'm a girl!"

2...such a confusing age...not a baby, but not a "kid" yet either.... haha

And poor Daddy, when he finally got her to come over and sit by him, he tried to give her kisses and she pushed him away because "No, Daddy, no kiss me, you need to shave...you scwatchy!" She promptly got up, came over to me, touched my cheek and sat down by me, saying, "Mommy, you soft!"

Tuesday, December 07, 2004


What a month! Kyra and I went to Michigan the 17th of November and stayed until after Thanksgiving. We had a wonderful time reconnecting with family up there. Steven joined us the day before Thanksgiving and brought with him all the germs he was harboring with a nasty cold. Ugh. We spent Thanksgiving first with my family and then drove north to spend time with his as well. The next couple days, we were at Steven's mom's house with him and Melissa, who were both sick, so naturally we brought it back home with us and I got sick all the next week, then gave it to Kyra, so we currently trying to rid our house and our bodies of germs so we can enjoy the holiday season. In the meantime, Kyra has been coming up with some hilarious comments along the way, so I thought I'd post a few of her really funny ones here. So enjoy!

Steven occasionally grows out his facial hair a bit, and thought he'd do that recently. Kyra had other plans. Multiple times a day for several days in a row, this was her comment:
"Daddy, you need to shave. Go in your bafwoom and shave. Now."

She is getting pretty good at this whole sharing thing, so the other day at dinner, we were having pancakes and she was eating her last few bites. She offered Steven a bite, which he took, because he always complains about never getting enough pancakes. She then offered me a bite, which I also accepted. After sharing with both of us, she looks around the room, holding a bite of pancake on her Sesame Street fork, and says "Who's next?"

Sunday, we had our church Christmas party, so Kyra and I spent the afternoon at our minister and his wife's house to take naps and rest before that evening. Steven, of course, was at church setting stuff up. =) There was a guest bed and a crib conveniently in the same room, so I napped while Kyra read books and sang and eventually started conversing with a framed poem on the wall. I woke up to find her saying this:
"Hi picture! How are you? Nice to meet you! Wanna see my tummy again?" Then she proceeded to flash her tummy to the picture. Random, yes, but funny!

Kyra's newest favorite phrase is now "Not weawwy." Translation: Not really. I don't know where she picked it up, but now it's "Kyra, are you ready for naps?" "No, not weawwy." or "Won't that be fun?" "Not weawwy." Oh my. =)

Her other favorite thing to say is "I'm just..." She uses this mostly when she doesn't want to do something you're asking her to do. We'll say "Kyra, it's time for bed," which she promptly dismisses with "No, I'm just weadin' dis book." The other day in the car, she was not happy to be leaving, and she was crying. It was very obviously not a genuine cry, as every once in a while, she would pause to check on any effect the commotion was having on Mommy and Daddy. When she found there was no response, she'd start up again. At one point, I turned to her and said "We're going home! Are you ready to be back at home?" to which she responded, "No, Mommy, I'm just cwyin." We found that to be pretty humorous!

Monday, November 15, 2004


As we were putting Kyra to bed this evening, Steven was rocking her in the chair and started asking her what her favorite things were. She's finally understanding the concept of a favorite thing, and some of her responses were pretty comical. Here are some of her answers:

What is your favorite thing to do?

What is your favorite color?
On paper. (I was glad to hear this, even though she didn't really get what he was asking.)

What is your favorite song?
My name is Carrot and God made me. (I laughed about this through the rest of the conversation. They sing this in her class at church, going around to each child and saying My name is ___ and God made me. Apparently one of her teachers did not say her name right at some point and it registered in her head as "Carrot." I'm still chuckling about that one.)

What is your favorite food?
Cwunchy sammiches. (Sandwiches made with crunchy peanut butter.)

What is your favorite song we sing at church?
This is How We Ovahcome.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

The Bisquick-ma-phone

Who knew baking mix could be so much more useful than just pancakes....? Bisquick has these relatively new single-serving plastic containers full of pancake mix that you just pour water into and shake it up to make pancakes. Well, Kyra has adopted one of my containers from the pantry. She picked it up one day and started using it as a telephone to call each one of the Backyardigans, which is a really cute new show on Nick Jr. Well, the Backyardigans (mainly Tyrone and Uniqua) have quickly become her best buds. She talks to them almost every day on her Bisquick-ma-phone, as I have dubbed it. The conversation generally goes like this: Hewwo Tywone! How you? Gweat!!! Bye! Then she'll turn to me and say Tywone's comin' a my house. He's on Backyawds. I then say Oh! That will be fun! And we repeat the exact same process (and the same conversations) for Uniqua and whoever else she feels like calling that day on her Bisquick-ma-phone. Ah, the imagination of a child...what fun!!! =)

Checking into Rahab

I read the greatest book last night. It was called Unashamed, and was written by Francine Rivers. It was a book about Rahab and the events surrounding her being adopted into the Israelite community. It told her story and the story of the Battle of Jericho in a way that I had never read before. It told of how Rahab used her position and profession to glean information from her "patrons" to stay in favor with the king, and how much she hated what she did. It showed her deep faith in the God of Israel and her desire to become a part of his people, even though she'd never seen any of miracles the Israelites had been witness to. Most of all, it was a story of the power of God and his amazing mercy on the "worst" of sinners. We serve a gracious and mighty God and I am so thankful that he extends that same mercy to me every day. If you're looking for an excellent book that will increase your faith and deepen your love for Him, I definitely recommend this book!!!

Monday, November 01, 2004

Treat or......treat!

Kyra had a fantastic time Trick or Treating (to all of 5 houses). She is so possessive...definitely an only child! We were at her Nana and Papa's house for my Dad's birthday party Sunday afternoon, so I brought her costume with us. We got her all dressed up and asked her if she'd like to go Trick or Treating and get some candy. She said yeah, and headed for the door. However, she only made it as far as my parents' candy bowl sitting next to the front door. She was like Hey, this is easy, and helped herself. She didn't quite understand the concept of going to houses other than your own. =) We finally got her out the door and my parents and sister took her to their next door neighbor's house, and to their neighbor's house across the street. As they came back across the street to my parents' driveway, Kyra spotted some other kids going up to the same house that she'd just come from, so she yelled, "No, that's my neighborhood!" It was hysterical. I guess in Kyra-land, everything and everyone belongs to well, Kyra. =)

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Labor and Delivery, Wal-Mart Style

We had a realtor coming to show our house tonight, so Kyra and I had to find something to do that was not at home for an hour or so this evening. Since I was out of almost every major food staple in our house, I decided we'd go to Wal-Mart. That always takes at least an hour when I have a list of things I need to get, especially when I'm accompanied by a 2 year old who likes to talk to people. =) So we shopped around Wal-Mart for around 45 minutes, got all of the things we needed, and amazingly, nothing extra! So we got in line to pay. The check-out lady was laughing at Kyra's nonstop barrage of conversation about each thing she rang up, as well as anything and anyone else she saw that caught her fancy. Kyra was particularly concerned about the Nemo fruit snacks she had picked out and had to monitor their location each step of the way. She continued chattering as we went out to find our car and put our purchases in. I stopped the cart, popped the trunk and started loading up. With each bag I picked up, she asked "Nemo snacks in there?" Well, the last thing left to put in the trunk was a large box of bottled water that was on the bottom rack of the cart. I normally get a 12 pack, but the 24 pack was on a great sale, so I had gotten the larger box instead. The way the package is set up is there's a box on the bottom that holds the bottles and it is covered by a fairly sturdy plastic wrapping with open sides. Normally, I just grab the open side by the plastic and heave it into the trunk. However, as I got the package with 24 bottles instead of 12 this time, this approach did not work so well. I grabbed the plastic to lift it up into the trunk and it just ripped off in my hand. Kyra was watching and looked at me oddly as the box crashed to the ground and I gave short chase to a couple of particularly mobile bottles. I told her the plastic broke and wasn't that silly. So as I'm more gently picking up the package of water and placing it into the trunk, she loudly exclaims, "Oh No! Our water broke!!!" I got a few odd/concerned looks, but found it particularly hilarious all the same.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Our little songbird

One of the greatest joys to me as a parent is listening to Kyra sing. Her Daddy and I both love to sing, so it doesn't surprise anyone that this is starting to blossom in her as well. She loves to grab a microphone and join in during our praise team practices at church. And she is always very "involved" in worship. One of the things we've always done as a family is each night, the 3 of us sit in the floor in her bedroom and sing songs and pray before we put her to bed. Often, she will ask one of us to "wock me widdle bit" in the rocking chair after we've said our prayers together. We always jump at the chance for extra cuddles, and usually more songs. In the past, she would just tell us what song she would like to hear us sing. However, the past few weeks have been so sweet, because she has been saying "No, I sing it to you." So as we're rocking in the rocking chair and gazing into her eyes, she'll sing whatever song is on her heart. Sometimes it's Jesus Loves Me, sometimes You Are My Sunshine, sometimes it's This is How We Overcome, and every once in a while, she'll bust out with Kenny's Loggins' Return to Pooh Corner, which her Daddy sings to her regularly. I just can't help feeling that if Kyra's sweet voice, although not always on key, sounds like the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, that must be what it sounds like to God when we sing praises to him. At least, I can only hope he derives as much pleasure from our songs to him as we receive from our daughter's gift to us.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

The mysteries of the post office

Kyra and I went to the post office yesterday to mail a birthday present for my friend's little boy, Parker. We walked into the small waiting area and Kyra immediately let go of my hand so she could start spinning around in a circle singing Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-YOOOO at the top of her lungs. I quickly glanced around at the clerks and the one other customer standing in line (all men) to see if anyone was glaring at us. They all seemed to be amused, so I let her keep singing and twirling around. I paid for shipping for the package and we left. We got into the car and as I was buckling Kyra into her carseat, she asked, Where's Parker's pwesent? I told her we left it at the post office. She gave me a look that said, We did what? So I explained that we took the present to the post office so they could give it to Parker. To this, she said, They see Parker? I didn't exactly know how to explain the concept of the postal system to a 2-year-old, so I left it at this: I said we give it to the mailman who gives it to someone who drives it to Parker's house and puts it in his mailbox for him. She seemed satisfied at the time. However, the rest of the evening and most of this morning, she has needed to be reminded of where Parker's present has gone. Maybe it means she's still a little confused by the mailing process, or perhaps it's been sitting in the living room so long that it has become a part of the decor of the house and she forgets that it is now gone....


I highly doubt anyone who doesn't know me will ever read what I write here, but just in case, here goes:

I am 27 and a very happy stay-at-home mommy to Kyra who is 2. My husband, Steven, is the Minister of Worship and Outreach at the North Central Church of Christ in Indianapolis. I plan to use this outlet mostly to write down my thoughts about being a mom and to log the hysterical things that come from my daughter's mouth. She is such a source of joy in my life and at no time would I ever wish to go back two years to reclaim my "freedom." I hardly remember those years, but I'm sure there wasn't half as much light and laughter in them. I hesitated to even start doing this because I kept thinking, we don't really do anything spectacular, what am I going to write about? But it's in the not-so-spectacular things we do that the most fun happens. Kyra brings humor and smiles into the most mundane of tasks, so that is what I will write about. I hope what I write may bring a smile to someone's face and laughter into their heart. Thanks for reading!