Monday, June 28, 2010

Siblings




There's something about Floppy: she just loves her little sister. I don't always know what's running through her mind, but sometimes I'll be busy doing something or other, and suddenly I'll turn around, and she'll be playing some silly game with her sister, Floppy laughing and the baby giggling and gurgling. Floppy likes to 'carry' the baby; naturally they usually roll over in a heap. Chantal is rather large for a three-month-old, doesn't it seem?
A moment ago Floppy put the bandanna over her sister's head and hollered, "Hey mommy, look, Chantal is David! You can be Goliath!" (No thanks, says I... and where's the connection between my old bandanna and sling-wielding shepherd boy??)



Here's a shot of little Chantal lounging with the big bunny on my leisure chair. She's so happy and cute; smiles whenever I look her way. Her eyes seem to follow me around wherever I go. I love my baby. And here's another pic of my room after a "fun afternoon". Mind you, I stayed up until nearly 2 cleaning it up, ha! So good to be a mom...

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Violin Awakening


My interest in violin playing began at age 7, while living in Switzerland. My third-grade teacher, a German missionary named Sabine, was a professional violinist, and often played for us. I wanted to learn violin, and begged my mom for years after that to get me one and find me a teacher. When I was 12, in Brazil, my mother received a small windfall, and when praying about what to invest it in, she felt led to purchase a violin for me. We searched for a teacher, and found that our neighbor, just across the park, was a luthier, and his son was a private violin teacher! When my mother explained to them that we were a family of fulltime nonprofit missionaries, they offered to teach me music and violin free of charge, and in return I would help them with their English. That's how my journey to becoming a violinist began.
Over the years, throughout our travels, I continued studying music and trying to keep practicing. I had my last formal lesson at a conservatory in Madagascar in 2003; I had to give up violin training for a few months because I got attacked by a wild cat, and severely damaged the ligaments in the fingers of my right hand. (Believe it or not...) For some reason I never resumed lessons after my recovery.
Despite this, eventually I was able to achieve my Music Certificate with CVA (a correspondence Academy especially designed for young full-time missionaries and nonprofit volunteers); later I received my qualification to teach music.
As any violinist knows, if you stop practicing for a long period of time, you can actually lose your ability to play well, and it takes great effort to get back into shape once that happens. For me, finding the time--and a suitable place--to practice faithfully has been very difficult. Somehow, there is always something that seems more urgent or necessary to do at the time. I'm also not the greatest of self-motivators, and now I can see that I really missed a lot of opportunities to improve.
Last Christmas I played violin nearly every day with our band, Harmony Acoustic, and also with our singing group. Christmastime has always been for us a wonderful time of sharing a message of hope, love and faith with others, especially through music. The picture included was taken during Mundo Mejor's annual benefit dinner, where Harmony Acoustic played for the guests.
But since our latest move here to Mar del Plata, I doubt I've touched my instrument more than twice. First we settled in, then I had the baby, etc, etc.
Now that the baby sleeps on a more-or-less regular schedule, I've been endeavouring to get up before the children in the morning, and take advantage of that time to pursue studies, work, or write my book. My husband suggested that I use that time to work on violin/music study in our basement--it's far enough away from the living area and bedrooms so I won't disturb the others. As if in accordance with that idea, today I stumbled across a free copy of the entire Suzuki Method for Violin (parts 1-8; both the score sheets and accompanying MP3s). I'm very thankful, as I've never been able to obtain the last few parts, and it's one of the best courses available for self-instruction. Needless to say, I'm delighted, and I pray that my baby continues to sleep in the mornings, ha! Please pray that I can make lots of progress, and stick to my resolution to practice faithfully. I don't know how God will ask me to use this talent in the future, but I want to be ready for whatever he has in mind when it happens, and not be like the unwise steward in the parable of the talents (Matthew 25:13-30)Love you all!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Earrings and Fun




Kids are awesome. I mean, God bless those who spend their lives devising new and expensive toys and gadgets, but while those are lovely to have, life is entirely possible without them. And inventing toys and games certainly contributes to creativity in the children, and compels me to use my brain occasionally.
Here's our latest fit of foolishness. Floppy was rather grumpy last night, and so to cheer her up as she went to sleep I put on a new pair of "earrings" I found leftover in my clean-laundry basket and did a mime. She fell asleep in a fit of giggles.
Today we were all four (the baby, Floppy, Raff and I) feeling a bit under the gloomy weather, so I put the earrings back on and the merriment resumed.
I also found Danny's big pink monkey puppet, put a hat on the creature and chased the kids around with it.
A word about the monkey: Danny originally made him to be the villain in our puppet shows for children's schools; anyway, we left him behind with the rest of the puppets when we moved here. Danny sent for it when he realized he would need a 'partner' in his up-coming video spots for the Art Contest.
At present the monkey usually sits in a big paper bag in the garage. Occasionally I pull him out to liven up a dreary afternoon with the kids; due to his rather wicked countenance he is naturally the "good example of what not to do", and the kids have great fun correcting him for his bad manners. It's so cute to hear them instruct the monkey in all the fine points of good manners, heh.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Awesome Quote

The child must know that he is a miracle, that since the beginning of the world there hasn’t been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him.—Pablo Casals (Spanish cellist and composer, 1876-1973)

Monday, June 21, 2010

Sunset



There is so much to learn from a sunset. The first lesson is to take time for simple pleasures!

Family Outing





Today, in honor of Father's Day, we went to the theater to see Toy Story 3. Well, we wanted to, but the tickets were sold out until Thursday ... (Moral: call before dragging your kids out in the freezing cold...) Never mind, we decided to make an afternoon of it anyway. We needed to get some winter socks and jeans for our little beanstalk Floppy. So with baby in a snowsuit, harnessed to mommy's back, we braved downtown. Not much to see; everything closes from midday til about 4 or 5 p.m. In Mexico I think they call it siesta... (4 whole hours???)
Mar del Plata is a cute lil' city, no skyscrapers, and a perpetual chilly Atlantic wind blows. We were fortunate enough to overtake a military brass band parading down the street. Later, we caught the same band in the cathedral plaza, where an earnest young cadet gave a basso-profundo rendition of Sinatra's "I Did It My Way", in Spanish. Very beautifully executed, we thought. Danny and I were charmed, and after we left the crowd, we undertook to sing a harmonized duet of the same song (at top volume, heh), much to the puzzled delight of the pedestrian passers-by as we strolled down the near-deserted street. Danny and I plan to record an album together, one day.
The afternoon highlight was a joyous ride on a carousel.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Vintage The Ten Commandments (1956)



I had a mind to find The Ten Commandments (1956, by C. B. DeMille) for Floppy to watch; she has an eternal passion for "Baby in a Basket"--most kids do, I imagine. It's really an awesome story, when one comes to think of it, and that film is one of the greatest cinematic masterpieces, I'm told. Naturally, it's been difficult to find a good copy. I found one after a lengthy search, but, heh, I'm running out of space on my tiny harddrive, so I opted instead to find a place to watch it online. Here's a decent option for those who would like to see it again without the trouble of downloading:

Part 1: http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=4539229276976517292&hl=en&autoplay=1

Part 2: http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4503356788813556817&hl=en&autoplay=1

World Cup News




Oh boy, France just lost to Mexico 2-0... sniff.
It's a very interesting Cup this year; our present team consists of quite a few nationalities and we all have vested interests in different teams.--Spanish, Mexican, Argentine, French, American, Brazilian...
I, after some contemplation, have decided to cheer for the following teams in this order: Argentina, France, Brazil. Argentina first, because my husband and children are Argentine, and I myself am only a year away from becoming an Argentine citizen. It feels like home to me now. Second in my line is France, because it is my birth country. And thirdly, Brazil, because I owe to Brazil my love for sports and soccer, having lived there during my tender childhood and teenage years. Vai nessa, Brazil!!! I think I'll get to toast in champagne one way or another, this year--yippee!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Embroidery




I love to embroider. It's considered rather old-fashioned in some circles, but that doesn't bother me much, heh. When I was 13, my eldest sister (also an avid needleworker) brought me some embroidery kits from Norway and taught me the basics of the art. For needlework lovers, I recommend her website, www.roland-designs.com
Here's a shot of my latest work, adapted from Editions Marie Claire: Point de Croix. The brown chicken is yours truly, the egg and chick are my girls, and the goggle-wearing caped crusader is my husband. (...) At the time, he was filming a spot for the Art Contest on the Amazing Cat; "how to be an amazing hero". I emulated his fantastical costume to the best of my ability. Anyway, the shirt was my b-day gift to Luchi.

Imaginative Kids...


Floppy and I have an arrangement, whereby I make her bed and she organizes her mountain of cuddlies and dollies into some semblance of order for the day. This morning she took her time (much to my annoyance), but when I went to investigate, she was tenderly wrapping her cat up in her pajamas. "Shh, mommy," she said earnestly, "my kitty cat is sick. Don't make noise."
Kids are small for too short a time, and often during that time we want them to hurry up and grow quick. Sniff. It was a little reminder for me to enjoy the moment.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Why "Praise"?

Many people ask me why I call myself "Praise", when, as most of you know, my given name is Claire. So I figured, well, I might as well write it here for the record.
In 2004, when I was living in Hungary, I realized I needed a big change in my life. I was happy, but for some reason my thoughts and words always seemed to be very negative. Most people notice this about themselves at some point or another in their lives, but it was becoming a heavy problem for me.
I'd like to sincerely thank my coworkers and counsellors who were there for me during that difficult time, who helped me get to the core of my issues and gave me so much love, time and attention. The conclusion I reached was that I was lacking gratitude in my heart. In our line of work as missionaries, humanitarian workers, volunteers and counsellors, the most important thing to possess is a strong faith in and personal relationship with God. If you know He loves you, will always be with you, and will take care of you throughout every moment of your life, what is there to complain about?
I decided that the solution was to become a woman of praise and thankfulness, with a healthy heart of faith. But... well, resolutions are hard to hang on to without something solid to anchor you to it, so after a frustrating week or so, I decided I would change my name to PRAISE, so every time someone called my name, it would be a heady reminder to PRAISE THE LORD for whatever was happening right then.
It worked, too.
Okay, I still think negatively sometimes, and I'm not always bouncing with delight, but I've changed significantly, and I'm so thankful for that time in my life, because it resulted in my discovering for myself the key to true happiness: gratitude for EVERYTHING the Lord sends my way. Love you all!

"Rejoice evermore! In everything give thanks."
(1 Thessalonians 5:16, 18, KVJ)

Petites Anges



My little monkeys: Floppy (3 years old) and Chantal (3 months)

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Vintage Annie Get Your Gun (1950)


Here are the links to a very good film I used to enjoy a bunch when we were bairns in Madagascar, Annie Get Your Gun. In the future I hope to post more movie links, for your downloading pleasure, as I acquire them, so if you hear of any which you think I'd be interested in (knowing my rather stringent tastes in films, heh), by all means do send them to me. Enjoy with much love!


http://rapidshare.com/files/289431673/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part01.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289442193/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part02.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289452330/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part03.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289461886/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part04.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289472244/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part05.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289482666/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part06.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289493212/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part07.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289144122/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part08.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289167593/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part09.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289217549/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part10.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289303270/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part11.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289314499/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part12.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289326830/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part13.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289366917/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part14.rar
http://rapidshare.com/files/289391480/Annie_Get_Your_Gun__1950__DVDRip.part15.rar

Merry Disasters



It's a strange feeling--leaving your room for a minute, coming back and realizing that you had such a delightfully fun day--with evidence to show for it.
Yesterday was such a day. The kids and I worked on our castle, and I saved my wash from a downpour just in time... heh... see for yourself. The same evening, Luchi pulled the stove away from its niche so we could clean behind it, and ... wow. (Count the forks)

Friday, June 11, 2010

The busy bees




It doesn't take big bucks, expensive or even much equipment to have a blast with a pair of restless 3-year-olds. It does take a wee bit of imagination, though... I'll admit my imagination is more geared towards 9 - 13-year-olds; before and past that age takes a bit more concentration. But PTL, these kids are great.
Here's a close-up of our castle (we used red cardstock "bricks" to cover the printing on the box) and forest (painted pine cones, ha!), and a shot of our 'workshop' (my bedroom floor).

Details




Here are my brave knights! I think the blacks were supposed to be bad guys, but they're so cute...

Castle and Knights

Here's a picture of a project I've been working on with Raff and Floppy in the afternoons. We had a little shampoo samples cardboard box, and those never-ending empty toilet-tissue rolls--a bit of tape, glue, a snip here and there, and a dab of paint--and voila!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Who, Me? I don't do blogs!

Well, I do now... sort of. Papa got me into it, said it would be a good way to keep people abreast of my doings. And, if they were ever interested in finding out what's been happening lately, they could simply take a quick peek.
I'll be honest: I doubt I'll post new things every day. In fact, maybe not even every week. But I'll try. It might even be fun. I love you!
PZ