I was just down on the floor changing Elijah’s diaper and when I leaned forward, part of my back was exposed. Mercy was standing behind me. She reached down and scratched on a place on my back: “Mommy, you have a nickel!” I had no idea what she was calling a nickel–I don’t have any… Continue reading The Mercy girl
Category: Family
On my own
Doug kicked me out of the house last night. In a good way. While he was sitting in a courtroom somewhere downtown yesterday afternoon (having been summoned for jury duty) I got this text: “So, where are you going tonight?” We had talked recently about how I needed to get out regularly, away from the… Continue reading On my own
My daughter, the bilingual one
Mercy came walking up to me in my sister’s backyard this afternoon with her mud-caked hands proudly extended: “Mommy, my hands are FILTHY.” And then she turned to her brother: “That’s Spanish for dirty.”
He reigns.
I remember it was Easter Sunday our first year living here when we experienced our first homicide on our street. I remember standing on our front porch watching while the area was taped off and and the LAPD worked the scene. I remember watching the coroner’s van arrive to take away the body of the… Continue reading He reigns.
Friday
Mercy has a toddler Bible and we have read through it a few times now. Both kids are very intrigued by Jesus’ death, and they often ask me to tell the story of how he died. They also know that Jesus did not remain dead but became alive again. The other day we were painting… Continue reading Friday
Mercy the wise
“I’m tired of sleeping.” “And I’m tired of you NOT sleeping.” “Well, let’s figure out that problem…”
Our flower girl
Yesterday good friends of ours were married in a lovely ceremony in Pasadena. They asked Mercy to be one of their flower girls, and she performed her task beautifully. She didn’t make it very long up front, though. She and the other little flower girl were supposed to stand up with the bridesmaids until Daddy… Continue reading Our flower girl
Muffin theology
On Friday the phone rang and it was a friend up the street who was calling me from the hospital. She just lost her husband a few weeks ago, and her own health is a concern as well. She was at Good Sam being treated for Pneumonia, and she wanted us to know. This meant… Continue reading Muffin theology
Rite of passage, South Central style
One of the consistent things in our neighborhood is the very steady flow of ice-cream trucks up and down our street. In the six years that I have lived here, I have never bought ice-cream from any of them. Until yesterday I can’t remember the occasion, but I had told the kids last week that… Continue reading Rite of passage, South Central style
I love Facebook
Last night we were so grateful to have someone very dear to us come for a visit. He was in San Diego for business, and he was able to shift his outbound flight from San Diego to LAX (and willing to forsake a day at a pretty amazing spa resort) to come up and see… Continue reading I love Facebook