sometimes when your driving your car and you hear your toddler saying “mommy” for 3 minutes in a row in his little-kid-from-the-shining-voice, you may give him an extra cookie at dinner.
just to be safe.
Who would have believed what we heard? Who saw the Lord's power in this?
He grew up like a small plant before the Lord, like a root growing in a dry land. He had no special beauty or form to make us notice him; there was nothing in his appearance to make us desire him.
He was hated and rejected by people.
He had much pain and suffering. People would not even look at him. He was hated, and we didn't even notice him. But he took our suffering on him and felt our pain for us.
We saw his suffering and thought God was punishing him.
But he was wounded for the wrong we did; he was crushed for the evil we did. The punishment, which made us well, was given to him, and we are healed because of his wounds.
We all have wandered away like sheep; each of us has gone his own way. But the Lord has put on him the punishment for all the evil we have done.
He was beaten down and punished, but he didn't say a word. He was like a lamb being led to be killed. He was quiet, as a sheep is quiet while its wool is being cut; he never opened his mouth. Men took him away roughly and unfairly.
He died without children to continue his family.
He was put to death; he was punished for the sins of my people. He was buried with wicked men, and he died with the rich.
He had done nothing wrong, and he had never lied.
But it was the Lord who decided to crush him and make him suffer.
The Lord made his life a penalty offering, but he will still see his descendants and live a long life. He will complete the things the Lord wants him to do. "After his soul suffers many things, he will see life and be satisfied. My good servant will make many people right with God; he will carry away their sins. For this reason I will make him a great man among people, and he will share in all things with those who are strong. He willingly gave his life and was treated like a criminal. But he carried away the sins of many people and asked forgiveness for those who sinned."
isaiah 53, ncv
um, mommy is sorry that this is a few days late. counting has never been my strong point in life. and lets be serious, there’s been a lot going on. forgive me? here, have a cookie.
this past month you have learned so much! you can say (and point out) your major facial features, head, feet, and um, peepee. your vocab has expanded to include choo-choo, meow, big truck, motorcycle, apple, cookie, cracker, ice, thank you…and so much more. because of this recent vocab boom, i’ve been letting you order my drinks at starbucks for me and i swear to you if my LATTE ISN’T AT 140 DEGREES NEXT TIME I’M GOING TO FLIP.
you’re still into cars and trucks, and every day you wake up to talking about 3 different things: choo-choos, daddy, and big trucks.
we play the same game every morning for about 10 minutes where you pretend you are sleeping and i have to wake you up. and when mommy oversleeps and cuts the game short, you STRONGLY VOICE YOUR DISAPPROVAL. and then i point out the choo-choo book and all is well again in your world.
oh, yeah. you can play the harmonica. and surprisingly well. to the point where i sort of maybe suggested to your daddy that we take you up to the fayetteville square on a saturday morning with a hat in front of you and let you play your music. he said no. daddy obviously doesn’t know how much freaking money we’d make. A KILLING, JOHN. A. KILLING.
you’ve recently discovered the humor in walking backwards. because you’re, uh, low to the ground? it looks like you’re moonwalking. AND just this week you’ve perfected this:
not quite as fancy, but for someone under 3 feet tall, it ain’t too shabby.
i’m going to be honest and let you know that it makes me so proud when our friends say that the only real thing that they worry about when it comes to having kids is that their kids wont be as cool as you. i’m talking my heart grows to mammoth proportions and you have to help me lift my head because it’s gotten THAT big.
jonas, you are so much fun to be around. i love that you’re a ham. i love that you meow and meow and meow. i love that you are cautious enough to make me comfortable. i love that you much prefer sitting in the big people chairs than sit in the jonas-sized one. i love that you chomp ice. i love that you are so interested in how everything works. i love watching you interact with babies. i love how have to dip your french fries in ketchup.
i can’t express to you enough how much we love you. the world needs to get ready because kiddo, they’ve never met one like you.
oh hi. it’s been a while, yes?
a lot has gone on since we’ve last met…like, um…my HUSBAND is home. and it’s magical and delicious and i can’t think of anything i like better than HIM.
but anyway, i’ll get to things of great importance soon (like DUDE, my baby can play the harmonica!) but first, a post. for you. with sprinkles and stuff.
for the past little bit we’ve been without cable.
i know. LAME.
the last time i was cable-less was in 2007 because i was poor and living on one big mac a week. every night at home for about 2 weeks i’d watch the same movie. girl, interrupted.
and if that doesn’t improve your mental health, then i don’t know what will.
after watching it for the 15th time in 13 days, i really started to admire winoa ryder’s hairstyle. the pixie cut looks so good on her and i was really getting stir-crazy with my own hair. i’m not sure how everything played out, but the next thing i know i’m standing in my bathroom surrounded by a pile of hair looking at a 12 year old boy in the mirror who was wearing my clothes. i’m not even sure what was worse…the fact that i cut my hair with no clue what i was doing (or mirror for the back) or that i cut my hair with no clue what i was doing with craft scissors. you know. THE ONES WITH THE ORANGE HANDLE.
i’m going to go ahead and tell you now that i’ve already trimmed me up some bangs.
the fate of my hair looks grim.