I love Mary Poppins--witty & intelligent, magical & mysterious, strict & spontaneous... Some of you may remember when I got to see the Broadway musical in NYC for my 30th birthday.
My obsession with the practically-perfect nanny has been renewed this fall. Beth has discovered the magic of the nursery and the walks around snapping and saying, "spoonful o sugar" and "spit-spot!" Here is Mini Poppins.
Did you see that there is a Mary-Poppins movie coming out this Christmas? It's called Saving Mr. Banks, starring two of my favs--Tom Hanks and Emma Thompson. I mean, how can you go wrong, right?
The movie is about how Walt Disney convinced P.L. Travers to sell her rights to her books so he could make the movie. It was not a match-made-in-heaven. Check out the trailer here.
Anne I have been getting in on the Poppins' act as well. We all dressed up for the harvest festival at church.
My baby girl turned three this week. We had just a small gathering for family on Sunday to celebrate.
She can be heard in her room, in Costco, and just about everywhere yelling, "Wonder Woman to the rescue!" So I made her a few things to feel more like Wonder Woman.
So actually, I made three matching skirts for all the Wonderful Widdifield Women.
It was WONDER-ful day as you can see.
Beth requested "chalk-lot" so I made chocolate bundt cake with chocolate sour cream glaze from Joy the Baker Cookbook (pg. 179). Super rich and yummy made with sour cream, butter and coffee!
It was WONDER-ful day as you can see.
We are still here. And Miss Beth is still making messes. Here she is "eating her yogurt" or rather finger painting.
Life has been....busy here. I find these days I don't have much time to blog about life because I'm too busy living it. When I finally sit down after the kids go to bed, getting on the computer doesn't seem to happen. I just want to sit and knit and zone out in front of Dr. Who or Doc Martin.
But I'm missing the writing, the sharing and the creative process of blogging. And from hearing from my blog-world friends. I've also been contemplating how and what to share about my recent journey with clinical depression. I hit a pretty low point this last fall. I think I'm at a place to share now. Stay tuned this month for more.
"That is the mystery of the redemption of the world history; everything past and present encompassed here. The infinite mercy of the almighty God comes to us, desends to us in the form of a child, his Son. That this child is born for us, this son is given to us, that this human child and Son of God belongs to me, that I know him, have him, love him, that I am his and he is mine--on this alone my life now depends. A child has our life in his hands...." --Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Beth rocking Baby God in her rocking chair, singing, "Rocka, rocka Baby God, rocka."
A few weeks ago, Beth started talking about Baby God. I'm not sure where she got this from, but I love her description of Jesus Christ. I mean, I've never told her that Jesus was God and I've never had a heart-to-heart about the holy trinity. Yet, something within her knew. My 2.5 yr-old boiled down all the theology and mystery of Christmas into two words: Baby God.
Matt and I smile everytime we hear her say it. When we driving around looking at Christmas lights, Beth would be the first to spot the plastic light-up nativities. "BABY GOD! BABY GOD! Der Baby God!!"
I've been pondering her wonderful words....
Shouldn't we all be declaring his arrival--not just at Christmas but his Second Coming?
Shouldn't we all on the lookout for glimpses of God here on Earth?
Shouldn't we all be estatic-besides-ourselves-full-of-glee when we do?
Here's hoping we will all be on lookout for Baby God.
And the word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a Father's only son, full of grace and truth. John 1:14