a layman's guide to speaking soph:
sticklip: lipstick
asserbater: aspirator
T.V. vision: television
zoom zooms : simpsons
chloclate: choclate
granny's cereal: weetabix
nana's cereal: shredded wheat
papa's fav'rite sauce: HP sauce
ABC sauce: indonesian sweet sauce
the big sister seat: the front seat on the buggy
Bill: Uncle Matt
Buzz: Hannah
Rev: Wade
Tractor Tom: Me
(Though we are a rotating cast of characters and you have to pay attention to know what your name is and what Soph's current persona is. If you get Sophia's "name" wrong, she corrects you. For example if you say ."Sophia" and she is currently being Thomas, she says, "You mean, Thomas?" And you then say,"Oh sorry, Thomas.")
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
momentum....
Thank you for visting my schmoopie blog. Despite my husband's shameless grandstanding the schmoopieness is still in the lead...
For your grand support I shall reward you with some schmoopie stories.
My Mum is a teacher and was commenting that she was very impressed that Sophia was so interested in watching the Berenstain Bears, as the vocabulary and subject level is quite high for a 2 year old. She was even more impressed when Soph said to her later, "Keep up the momentum, Granny!" (yep, momentum is a Bears vocab word!)
Earler today I came upstairs to find Sophia 'reading Eleanor a story'. The "book" was a mini hinged picture frame. Eleanor was pretty into it. Must be all those books Uncle Ralph read to Soph, she knows how it goes down.
P.S. who on earth is reading from Papua New Guinea?
For your grand support I shall reward you with some schmoopie stories.
My Mum is a teacher and was commenting that she was very impressed that Sophia was so interested in watching the Berenstain Bears, as the vocabulary and subject level is quite high for a 2 year old. She was even more impressed when Soph said to her later, "Keep up the momentum, Granny!" (yep, momentum is a Bears vocab word!)
Earler today I came upstairs to find Sophia 'reading Eleanor a story'. The "book" was a mini hinged picture frame. Eleanor was pretty into it. Must be all those books Uncle Ralph read to Soph, she knows how it goes down.
P.S. who on earth is reading from Papua New Guinea?
Saturday, March 24, 2007
smarties, tongues and the 'no
It's been a full week this week. My Dad came to visit on Sunday night and my Mum joined us on Wednesday. It was really, really great to have them here, they are so generous and great for all of us, especially Sophia. It poured with rain the whole time and it was over way too soon. Today they went to store to pick up a few things and Mum said she and Dad were saying, "Oh they're out of milk", or, "we need to get more butter." and Sophia said, "Granny, we're all out of Smarties." So she came home with a new box of candy, smart girl.
One of the highlights (is this sad?) in my week was discovering that my blog's visitor count was finally HIGHER than Wade's!!! And as of one minute ago we were still leading by two, count 'em two visitors!!!! Go faithful readers, go!
Eleanor is doing well. She is starting to look more like a chubby baby and less new born-ish. The bummer is that in last two weeks our digital camera broke, so i can't post any new photos of her today. She haas started smiling and it makes me want to skywrite or something, she is so gorgeous. She is really bright eyed and hold her head up very well for her age, so she always looks like she's thinking something and it makes my want to narrate for her. She is growing eyelashes, fighting baby acne, and starting to coo and stick out her tongue.
Did you know that when babies are really small (like Eleanor, only 6 weeks) you can stick out your tongue at them slowly and repeatedly, or open your mouth in the same style, and they can copy you? I saw it on a video once, and it is the coolest when they do it. Nori was doing it this week and I was sticking out my tongue and making a little noise, like "Mwaa, mwaa" and she started making noises back...it was so funny and satisfying.
Yesterday Sophia was walking past Wade and I in the hall. She was wearing a yellow and orange sunflower jacket, a brown and blue scarf my friend Janelle made me (where are you, Janelle?), flowered panties and black and white checkered skate shoes on the wrong feet. She was "on her way out to the 'no". Wade said, "Where did that hilarious cute kid come from?" That's how I feel about both of them...
One of the highlights (is this sad?) in my week was discovering that my blog's visitor count was finally HIGHER than Wade's!!! And as of one minute ago we were still leading by two, count 'em two visitors!!!! Go faithful readers, go!
Eleanor is doing well. She is starting to look more like a chubby baby and less new born-ish. The bummer is that in last two weeks our digital camera broke, so i can't post any new photos of her today. She haas started smiling and it makes me want to skywrite or something, she is so gorgeous. She is really bright eyed and hold her head up very well for her age, so she always looks like she's thinking something and it makes my want to narrate for her. She is growing eyelashes, fighting baby acne, and starting to coo and stick out her tongue.
Did you know that when babies are really small (like Eleanor, only 6 weeks) you can stick out your tongue at them slowly and repeatedly, or open your mouth in the same style, and they can copy you? I saw it on a video once, and it is the coolest when they do it. Nori was doing it this week and I was sticking out my tongue and making a little noise, like "Mwaa, mwaa" and she started making noises back...it was so funny and satisfying.
Yesterday Sophia was walking past Wade and I in the hall. She was wearing a yellow and orange sunflower jacket, a brown and blue scarf my friend Janelle made me (where are you, Janelle?), flowered panties and black and white checkered skate shoes on the wrong feet. She was "on her way out to the 'no". Wade said, "Where did that hilarious cute kid come from?" That's how I feel about both of them...
Sunday, March 18, 2007
eleanor is...
Yesterday we had a photo shoot with our friend Sandra to get
photos for the Jah Jireh website. They're not there yet, but here is a sneak preview of the amazing magic that happens when Sandra is at work.
Copyright 2007 Sandra Vander Schaaf Photography.
Not to be used without permission.
photos for the Jah Jireh website. They're not there yet, but here is a sneak preview of the amazing magic that happens when Sandra is at work.
Copyright 2007 Sandra Vander Schaaf Photography.
Not to be used without permission.
"You ain't no empty shell,
You are the brightest gem, the loudest yell
A heavenly belle, I said, Nell you know...
You were plucked from the sky like diamonds
Plucked from the sky like spring's new leaf,
Whether it's God's will or my wish,
It happened, thank God you were
Plucked from the sky like dragonflies...
Almost an angel, Eleanor is,
Almost an angel, Eleanor is,
Almost an angel, Eleanor is,
Almost an angel...."
- from the song, "Eleanor" by Shawn Colvin and The Dave Matthews Band
Thursday, March 15, 2007
does whatever a tired mummy can....
this is ridiculous. i should be brushing my teeth, as any minute now Eleanor is going to really lose it...but I have taken a quick minute as this is really the only minute of the day I have had without someone needing me, and now she is really crying...
i took two minutes to look at some blogs i like to read and one had this:
Your results:
You are Spider-Man
Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz
I do not feel super at all. today it seemed like everyone was peeing on everything all day and there was no time for anything but kids. the dishes are not done, the laundry is not put away, and the baby is really crying now. but i am spiderman so i shall swing off to bed and conquer my evil enemies in the morning....
(and secondly, i am wonderwoman)
i took two minutes to look at some blogs i like to read and one had this:
Your results:
You are Spider-Man
| You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.  |
Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz
I do not feel super at all. today it seemed like everyone was peeing on everything all day and there was no time for anything but kids. the dishes are not done, the laundry is not put away, and the baby is really crying now. but i am spiderman so i shall swing off to bed and conquer my evil enemies in the morning....
(and secondly, i am wonderwoman)
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
the things we say
My sister Caroline, who has five lovely, lively kids, told me once that you say things as a parent that you never, ever thought you would say. She once sent me a hilarious email with a list of all the things she had said that week to her boys. (She has four boys, and now one little girl, the princess Sarah.) I wish I could remember them all, my favourite one was:
"No, you cannot have my sandwich, you puked on yours."
I thought of this this morning, when I heard Wade say to Sophia, "Stop Sophia! Stop! You cannot walk down the stairs with a mask on!" She had found Wade's sleep mask and was making her way down our (hard wood! rail-less!) stairs.
I am pretty sure before I had kids I also never said things like:
"Don't stick that bread up your nose."
"Stop hitting the cat with your hammer."
"Dora, please take off your backpack and sit in your eating chair for bunny noodles."
"We don't throw trains at the baby in our house."
If you've said a great sentence lately, let me know.
P.S. I will do a post about Eleanor soon!
"No, you cannot have my sandwich, you puked on yours."
I thought of this this morning, when I heard Wade say to Sophia, "Stop Sophia! Stop! You cannot walk down the stairs with a mask on!" She had found Wade's sleep mask and was making her way down our (hard wood! rail-less!) stairs.
I am pretty sure before I had kids I also never said things like:
"Don't stick that bread up your nose."
"Stop hitting the cat with your hammer."
"Dora, please take off your backpack and sit in your eating chair for bunny noodles."
"We don't throw trains at the baby in our house."
If you've said a great sentence lately, let me know.
P.S. I will do a post about Eleanor soon!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
fairies and the 'no
Yesterday we participated in an event called 'birthfest'
with our soap company. Wade worked his butt off setting it all up and then Eleanor and I went and manned (or womanned)the table. It was so fun to just be out,talking to people and showing off Eleanor, and I do like selling our soap. We shared a table with Sandra and we had a blast talking up each other's fabulous wares. It seemed like an awesome time of connection with people too, and there were some good leads for how we can do more with our soap and build relationships too (which is the point of why we're doing the soap thing as YWAMers anyway.)
At the end of the day I found out that I had won one of the door prizes -
well the coolest door prize, actually! It was a basket of gifts from a
company called natural pod. It had some beautiful little wooden toys and a gorgeous pair of sheepskin slippers from NZ for Eleanor, and a felted ball, a little silk I gave to Sophia. But the best thing was the DOLL.
That's right, that is a handmade, organic $110.00 doll, and yes, she does have rainbow dreads! Her hair is made of silk remnants woven by people in Nepal! Ours is like the one above, but her wings are prettier, our has even better, more colourful,
beautiful hair, and ours is wearing a fabulous tutu made of purple tulle! I have hidden it, along with a little blanket that came with it too, and I think we will give it Sophia for Easter - grand prize in the Easter egg hunt n'est pas?.... If she is half as excited as I am about it, we will be having fun for sure.
When we came home from birthfest, this is the conversation I had with Sophia:
(she greeted me at the top of the stairs wearing my scarf)
S: "Hi Mum, you want to come out in the 'no with me?"
J: "Ooh, you're going out in the snow?"
S: "Yeah, get your 'carf on." (we got scarves and got them on.)
J: "Sophia, I think I'm going to have a cup of tea, would you like one?"
S: "Yes, thank you so much!"
J: "How did you get to be so polite?"
S: "Because I am so 'pecial!"
laughing and hugging ensued....
(not every moment of the day is like this, for sure - but these are the ones I like writing about)
with our soap company. Wade worked his butt off setting it all up and then Eleanor and I went and manned (or womanned)the table. It was so fun to just be out,talking to people and showing off Eleanor, and I do like selling our soap. We shared a table with Sandra and we had a blast talking up each other's fabulous wares. It seemed like an awesome time of connection with people too, and there were some good leads for how we can do more with our soap and build relationships too (which is the point of why we're doing the soap thing as YWAMers anyway.)
At the end of the day I found out that I had won one of the door prizes -
well the coolest door prize, actually! It was a basket of gifts from a
company called natural pod. It had some beautiful little wooden toys and a gorgeous pair of sheepskin slippers from NZ for Eleanor, and a felted ball, a little silk I gave to Sophia. But the best thing was the DOLL.
That's right, that is a handmade, organic $110.00 doll, and yes, she does have rainbow dreads! Her hair is made of silk remnants woven by people in Nepal! Ours is like the one above, but her wings are prettier, our has even better, more colourful,
beautiful hair, and ours is wearing a fabulous tutu made of purple tulle! I have hidden it, along with a little blanket that came with it too, and I think we will give it Sophia for Easter - grand prize in the Easter egg hunt n'est pas?.... If she is half as excited as I am about it, we will be having fun for sure.
When we came home from birthfest, this is the conversation I had with Sophia:
(she greeted me at the top of the stairs wearing my scarf)
S: "Hi Mum, you want to come out in the 'no with me?"
J: "Ooh, you're going out in the snow?"
S: "Yeah, get your 'carf on." (we got scarves and got them on.)
J: "Sophia, I think I'm going to have a cup of tea, would you like one?"
S: "Yes, thank you so much!"
J: "How did you get to be so polite?"
S: "Because I am so 'pecial!"
laughing and hugging ensued....
(not every moment of the day is like this, for sure - but these are the ones I like writing about)
Friday, March 09, 2007
safe
Sophia saved me yesterday. I was going to lose it several times and she just saved me. I can't remember what she said or even did specifically, but just that she brought me back from the edge of diving into annoyance, frustration, despair. At one point I was so mad I just yelled a huge yell to the air and the traffic and my stupid stroller... It made her cry (oh! it was awful!)and just seeing her face...then I realized she was crying because she dropped her stickers too...but it brought me back, back to who I want to be as a mum, back to what was really important about the day. She is such a gift.
Lately all that has been so tempered with all her angst, and just defending Eleanor from her that I forgot how potent it was, her sweetness, her joy in the basic, her absolute delight in riding the sky train, pushing the buttons on the elevator, getting four chocolate buttons...reading stories. She is my joy. And now I have 2 daughters...what will Eleanor be like? What a gift....
Today a friend sent an email with quotes of what children said when they were asked to describe what love is. This one is my favourite:
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
May your name be safe in someone's mouth today.
Lately all that has been so tempered with all her angst, and just defending Eleanor from her that I forgot how potent it was, her sweetness, her joy in the basic, her absolute delight in riding the sky train, pushing the buttons on the elevator, getting four chocolate buttons...reading stories. She is my joy. And now I have 2 daughters...what will Eleanor be like? What a gift....
Today a friend sent an email with quotes of what children said when they were asked to describe what love is. This one is my favourite:
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
May your name be safe in someone's mouth today.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
they never teach this in bible school, i'm sure
One of the things that Sophia has picked up on is that when we are sore or injured or even sad, we pray for one another. This has proven to be a source of some really lovely moments over the last few months, as all we need to do is even mention we have some kind of ache or pain and Soph will pray.
Last Wednesday my dear brother was in a pretty serious car accident. He was driving the van for the theatre company he tours with and they hit black ice. Despite Mat's best efforts, the van went off the road and flipped, and it was declared miraculous by the attending police officers that a) they all walked out of the van, and b) that Matthew didn't (literally) lose his head. When Mat came home and told Soph about the crash and his subsequent sore back, he was immediately blessed by a small hand laid upon him and faithful prayers for his sore back...lovely indeed.
Night before last Soph inquired as to how I was doing, as in the weeks after Eleanor's birth I was really uncomfortable with engorgement. Those of you who are faithful readers of this blog know Soph still nurses at bedtime and of her love for the same. Due to the amused response I got last time, I will take the risk of posting two 'spiritual boobie' stories in the same month...
"Mum, your boobies still hurt?"
"No, they don't. Thank you very much for praying for me. I think God heard your prayers."
"Mum, did Jesus check out your boobies?"
(Insert Mum recovering her I'm-not-going-to-laugh-because-I-want-to-catch-this-teachable moment-face)
"Yes, sweetheart, I think Jesus did check out my boobies and helped them feel all better."
Some kind of nod of affirmative response from Soph...
Hooray for two year olds and for simple faith.
By the way...
i am digging my new 'neo flags' counter on the blog, and i'm curious to know who is reading. I'm pretty sure i know who is reading from switzerland and japan, but not sure who is reading from the UK, germany and croatia! I also just would love to hear from you, canada and the USA, so leave me a comment when you can.
Last Wednesday my dear brother was in a pretty serious car accident. He was driving the van for the theatre company he tours with and they hit black ice. Despite Mat's best efforts, the van went off the road and flipped, and it was declared miraculous by the attending police officers that a) they all walked out of the van, and b) that Matthew didn't (literally) lose his head. When Mat came home and told Soph about the crash and his subsequent sore back, he was immediately blessed by a small hand laid upon him and faithful prayers for his sore back...lovely indeed.
Night before last Soph inquired as to how I was doing, as in the weeks after Eleanor's birth I was really uncomfortable with engorgement. Those of you who are faithful readers of this blog know Soph still nurses at bedtime and of her love for the same. Due to the amused response I got last time, I will take the risk of posting two 'spiritual boobie' stories in the same month...
"Mum, your boobies still hurt?"
"No, they don't. Thank you very much for praying for me. I think God heard your prayers."
"Mum, did Jesus check out your boobies?"
(Insert Mum recovering her I'm-not-going-to-laugh-because-I-want-to-catch-this-teachable moment-face)
"Yes, sweetheart, I think Jesus did check out my boobies and helped them feel all better."
Some kind of nod of affirmative response from Soph...
Hooray for two year olds and for simple faith.
By the way...
i am digging my new 'neo flags' counter on the blog, and i'm curious to know who is reading. I'm pretty sure i know who is reading from switzerland and japan, but not sure who is reading from the UK, germany and croatia! I also just would love to hear from you, canada and the USA, so leave me a comment when you can.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
good eats
We went out for supper last night to celebrate Wade's birthday. He posted about it today, complete with cel phone pics. check it out at www.diygourmet.ca
At one point in the meal Soph stopped and said, "Those ladies are watching me eat." We turned around and sure enough, three lovely malaysian waitresses were all standing in a row watching Soph party down on her supper. We all did the laugh, smile and nod to each other. Maybe they don't get many 2 1/2 year old white kids eating the spicy soup, sucking back the squid, mastering the chopsticks and smearing the roti canai sauce all over their happy faces. (Tho' she still asked to go to McDonald's today...sigh.) It was fun - Eleanor's first restaurant too!
At one point in the meal Soph stopped and said, "Those ladies are watching me eat." We turned around and sure enough, three lovely malaysian waitresses were all standing in a row watching Soph party down on her supper. We all did the laugh, smile and nod to each other. Maybe they don't get many 2 1/2 year old white kids eating the spicy soup, sucking back the squid, mastering the chopsticks and smearing the roti canai sauce all over their happy faces. (Tho' she still asked to go to McDonald's today...sigh.) It was fun - Eleanor's first restaurant too!
Saturday, March 03, 2007
i hope i remember this stuff....
Soph has started calling the TV the 'T. V. vision'. She also says "chlocclate".
what Eleanor is not
Yesterday we went to YWAM to introduce Eleanor to all our buddies there. It was an awesome staff meeting with lots of very exciting things happening. It was so busy though, that we got to the end and people were jumping up to go.
I yelled, "Stop, stop, you have to meet Eleanor...it's the whole reason we came - hey everyone, we had a baby!" Wade piped up and said, "Yeah, it's not like making a casserole, you know!"
Everyone, of course, stopped to ooh & ah. Sophia, however, misinterpreted her Dad's 'casserole' comment, and as poeple came to see Eleanor (and then throughout the day at subsequent introductions) Sophia shouted to anyone who would listen, "She is not a cake!".
I yelled, "Stop, stop, you have to meet Eleanor...it's the whole reason we came - hey everyone, we had a baby!" Wade piped up and said, "Yeah, it's not like making a casserole, you know!"
Everyone, of course, stopped to ooh & ah. Sophia, however, misinterpreted her Dad's 'casserole' comment, and as poeple came to see Eleanor (and then throughout the day at subsequent introductions) Sophia shouted to anyone who would listen, "She is not a cake!".
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