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It Takes Two, Baby

Averi J & Gemma May

Cousins.  Averi is 4 years, 1 week and 5 days in this video.  Gemma is 4 years, 8 months, 3 weeks and 2 days.    Or something close.

They spent the night.  They woke me up saying, “Nonna?  It’s time for cereal.  We are done reading our books.”


We had cereal.

Then we googled Mondrian-the-artist and decided to try to paint like he did.

We painted color blocks.  We left them to dry while we jumped on the couch.

We danced.  And we jumped some more.

We tried on Nonna’s glasses (to see if we look just like her).


We jumped a little more.

Then we finished our paintings with dark purple lines.


Two-times the girly-ness.  Two-times the four-year-olds, two times the paint spills and snacks and static-y hair and two-times the fun!

The end.

Five Hundred


This is my 500th blog post!  Very cautiously and nervously entering the blog world in November of 2006, I find I can now blather endlessly about the minutia of my life, even sharing my most embarrassing moments in the mix.

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But still, I write it for my children and family.  That has always been the point.  And because my mom likes it.  But mostly for my children.

Because between the silly and the mundane, I have also exposed and cast down sin as it has been revealed to me.  I have spoken truths almost too unbearable to reveal in the light of day and I have written the things that someday they will look back on and read and see as an altar, a guidepost and landmark – the place where the truth of heaven was spoken and remembered in my life.  And it will become for them, eventually, if not now, the wisdom that will keep them on the right path.

“Do not remove the ancient landmark which your fathers have set.”  Proverbs 22.28 NKJV

The coolest thing now, though, is realizing a promise of God to me in my lowest hour – that there would also be spiritual children, that I would be increased and multiplied, that I will continue to be vigorous and bear fruit in old age.  And true to His promise, my family enlarges (it has even happened through this blog!).  My capacity to love is increased.

So, for the children I know and the ones I have yet to meet, I write.  And I write. 

And I write what I have heard, what I have seen with my own eyes, what I have observed, and what I have touched with my own hands in the hopes that these things will be received in the spirit with which they are given and that they will, in some measure increase your joy (1 John 1.1-4).  May your joy be ever full!

Graphomaniacally yours…Jeanie/mom

NOTE TO SELF: “It is written…” was even for Jesus, a touchstone of proof, a declaration of the “fixedness of the divine record” to the faithfulness of God.  Make my written words nothing less, Lord…