Playing Catch-Up.

{ A radom mosaic, to illustrate a random post }

I have been tagged...twice now. And everyday I think to myself, " I really should write up those tag posts...." Then I procrastinate and never actually get around to doing it? It's not that they aren't usually really fun to do, or that I don't love reading what my fellow tagee's post up... it's just maybe more that I have stalling issues? So in order to clear my conscience and once again feel like an upstanding citizen of this blogging community, am going to finally and probably last of all, fulfill my tagging duties.

Here are seven random things for my darling sister in law, who makes me pretty, pretty things and is always spoiling me and who I love and miss at this moment, quite dearly.

#1. I have been craving some rather interesting food already in this pregnancy. For instance, and I do apologize in advance if this totally grosses you out. But for days on end now I have been making grilled cheese on whole wheat bread for us and then dipping it in ( yum, yum ) applesauce. I have even got Annabelle to eat her grilled cheese this way with me. Many years ago my Dad showed us this extra special way to eat grilled cheese. That must be where I got the idea, but it's been years since I indulged in this particular method of eating a grilled cheese sandwich but oh, I cannot seem to get enough of them. Other things I crave on a daily basis are, carrots dipped in blue cheese dressing, and orange juice with pop corn, oh an my current favorite snack: dill pickles. Did any of you have funny/odd cravings? Or any clues as to what these cravings might mean? Could this all mean that their is a baby boy in our future?



#2. I adore toddler-talk. It's one of the reasons I am just in love with the age Annabelle is at right now. For all the funny/cute things and conversations we have on a regular basis. One of my current favorites is how she calls a grass hopper a hopper grass.



#3. We are so excited to find out whether or not this baby is a brother or sister for Annabelle, if it's a " sister baby "we don't have the slightest idea of what we will to name her, on the other hand if it's a boy, it's already been decided and he will be our long dreamed of, Jack Dawson. Jack we have had picked out for years. Dawson is a name David discovered and we both love it most of all because of it's meaning: David's son.



#4. As soon as I finish up this tag I am going to whip up a batch of these. They are David's new favorite.



#5. Most of the year because my feet are so prone to get blisters, I try and get away with wearing either my Reef flip-flops or my black Mary Jane crocs. This becomes a bit of a challenge every winter, as you can imagine.



# 6. Secretly, I must admit I have a totally nerdy side. Proof is in the notebooks full of quotes I keep. I love collecting quotes. I cherish each one of those as treasured pieces of wit and wisdom and read them over often. Here is a random quote from one of my notebooks:



The Bible tells us that we are God's masterpieces. In the Greek, poiema: not only creatures but His creations, His poems. We are living epistles. And so, our lives are meant to be listened to, because it is God who is speaking into and out of and through them, through the parable of each day, the symphony of the years, and the masterpiece of a lifetime. I f He is speaking through our lives, then nothing else matters than listening to Him.



Life is a song we must sing with our days

A poem with meaning more than words can say.

A painting with colors no rainbow can tell

A lyric that rhymes either heaven or hell.



We are living letters that doubt desecrates

We're the notes of the song of the chorus of faith

God shapes every second of our little lives

And minds every minute as the universe goes by.



The pain and the longing

The joy and the moments of light

Are the rhythm and rhyme

The free verse of the poem of life



So look in the mirror and pray for the grace

To tear of the mask, see the art of your face

Open your ear lids to hear the sweet song

Of each moment that passes and pray to prolong

Your time in the ball of the dance of your days

Your canvas of colors of moments ablaze

With all that is holy,

With the joy and the strife

With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life.



( Reference Eph. 2:10 and 2 Cor. 3:3 )



-Michael Card



# 7. Is actually my second tag. Thank you ever so much to the most adorable/amazing little domestically inclined homebody of an Aussie I know, for the fun tag.

I went to my pictures and clicked on the fourth album. This is the fourth picture in that album. It's Annabelle at around 14 months. And my does it ever a reminder to me of how fast time is going. And it make me so thankful that I am writing down in this blog all the snippets of sweetness I can, because the days and months and now years go by too quickly.

This was fun. Now I am going to run and make those cookies, before I turn into a pumpkin. Which happens shockingly early, these days.