Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Sam's Secret Life Part 4

Sam's been stepping out again without our knowledge...this time he's meeting with Gap's creative design team on the sly.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Drury News

At some point next summer I will need to change the name of this blog from "The Drurys in Jersey" to "The Drurys in Indiana." It doesn't have quite the same ring, but we are absolutely thrilled about this change. John was offered and accepted a position teaching theology and Christian ministry at Indiana Wesleyan's new seminary. I'll have (hopefully) completed my comprehensive exams at that point and will be working on my dissertation.

I'm a bit teary at the thought of leaving Jersey friends behind (I've been here since 2002), but I'm very eager to take this next step. Thanks for your prayers and support along the way. Marion, here we come!

More here.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Terrorizing Toddlers

Four Terrorizing Scenarios that all took place within a two hour period:

Terrorizing Scenario #1:

Sam watching his beloved puppy dog going into the washer. I heard, "Puppy! Puppy! Puppy!" for five minutes straight.

Terrorizing Scenario #2:

Sam watching his beloved puppy going into the dryer. I heard, "Puppy! Puppy! Puppy!" for five minutes straight.

Terrorizing Scenario #3:
Sam watching me stab into the large pumpkin we've been affectionately calling, "Daddy Pumpkin." Throughout the carving process I heard, "No! No! Put back! Put back!" Sam would yell, "Back in!" while frantically trying to put the guts back in Daddy.

Terrorizing Scenario #4:
After the trauma of watching Puppy go through the washer and dryer I thought Sam would enjoy pulling puppy out of the dryer. I opened the door. Sam squealed, "PUPPY!" and reached into the dryer. He gave Puppy a quick hug before dropping it and yelling, "Hot! Hot!"

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Drury News

At some point next summer I will need to change the name of this blog from "The Drury's in Jersey" to "The Drury's in Indiana." It doesn't have quite the same ring, but we are absolutely thrilled about this change. John was offered and accepted a position teaching theology and Christian ministry at Indiana Wesleyan's new seminary. I'll have (hopefully) completed my comprehensive exams at that point and will be working on my dissertation.

I'm a bit teary at the thought of leaving Jersey friends behind (I've been here since 2002), but I'm very eager to take this next step. Thanks for your prayers and support along the way. Marion, here we come!

More here.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Toddler Empathy

Mandy drops ceramic plate on her bare toe.

Mandy: OUCH!
Sam: (Laughs).
Mandy: Oh Sam, it's not funny. I hurt my toe. Ouch! Ouch!

Pause. Sam picks up his plastic plate and throws it on his foot. Sam laughs. I laugh.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

New Rule in the Drury Household

Little boys with pneumonia get prizes from Target. Sam just got three new matchbox cars. Poor little guy.

Sam at the Farm

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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

And This is How You Should Pray

Last Wednesday I finished three of my five comprehensive exams (five hour essay exams--no notes). I'll take two more in January and then will be free to work on my dissertation. Now that the first hurdle of comps is over I've resumed some of the habits I let fall by the wayside--like blogging and washing my floor.

My current favorite "Sam thing" is the way he prays. We've progressed from Sam closing his eyes and saying, "Mommy, cow, Elmo," to complete sentences, "Thank you, God, for tree." Yesterday, Brooke watched Sam for a few hours. I don't know what she said to him, but by the end of the day Sam was praying, "Thank you, Brooke, for God."

Monday, August 17, 2009

Keeping a Toddler Quiet in the Library

When you have PhD students for parents there comes a time when you get dragged to the library. When one of those parents is preparing for comprehensive exams it's possible you could get dragged to the library, oh, I don't know, three times a week.

Today I discovered the way to keep Sam quiet in the library. I tell him the books are napping. His eyes get big, he puts his index finger to his lips, and he tiptoes while saying, "shhhhhhh."

Works like a charm.

Monday, July 27, 2009

I Miss the Drugs

Sinus surgery was a whole lot more fun on Percocet.

Friday, July 24, 2009

In coming! In coming!

I'm currently working on a blog to report the week of ministry at the Wisconsin Wesleyan youth camp as well as the week of ministry at the Wesleyan Pastors and Spouses Retreat in Tobago.

However, I'm currently looking a lot less like this:

And a lot more like this:

As I underwent sinus surgery yesterday (I'm too vain to post an actual picture of my current self).

The surgery went great! I planned on spending the weekend flat on my back, but am pleasantly surprised to find myself virtually pain free (it could be the drugs).

I'm happy to report that my surgeon was able to do it all without having to pack my nose-which, those of you who have had this kind of surgery know that is the most painful part.

I had been nervous about getting this surgery, partly because the FOUR opinions I got all differed (I was a little reluctant to go under after this and this and this and this and this and this). However, once the surgeon got into my sinus cavity it quickly became clear that this was a necessary step for me towards health (apparently it's not normal to get sinus infections every other month). Following the surgery, my surgeon said repeatedly that he "felt like a hero" because he knew that I was going to see a big improvement following recovery.

I am very sorry to report that I do not have any fun anesthesia stories. The closest I got were the tears of joy that I got in my eyes while in the recovery room when I learned that my nurses name was Kristine. And since I have a very good friend named Kristine who had just dropped off a care package I was CONVINCED that this was a sign from God that everything was going to be okay.

So thanks for the prayers, cookies, flowers, movies, candy bars, and magazines. I look forward to reporting on the ministry aspects of this month in a future post.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Latest on Samuel J. Drury

This past week Sam took an unexpected but much welcomed interest in the toilet. "Pee-pee, sit?" He'll ask. I've placed him on the potty numerous times and much to my surprise he does his business.

The first time he successfully completed the task at hand I applauded and told him it was time to wipe. So he grabbed some toilet paper, wadded it up...and wiped his nose.

In addition to the potty, Sam has also been obsessed with wearing two bibs and winter boots. Preferably at all times. Atta boy!

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Not My Finest Hour

4:46 pm Half of Sam's face is engulfed by a giant canine tongue.

4:53 pm Half of Sam's face breaks out in hives due to said canine tongue.

5:02 pm Shouting, "I cut! I cut!" I turn around to see Sam holding a 10 inch serrated knife he got from the dishwasher.

5:02:30 pm While putting knife away I hear, "Knife! Knife," and Sam hands me a second cutting instrument.

5:10 pm Turn around quickly without seeing Sam and knock him to the floor.

5:14 pm Sam reaches into trash can and pulls out a single piece of pasta I had thrown away while cleaning the fridge.

5:21 pm John returns home and takes Sam to the playground. I note that this might not be a Donna Reed afternoon for me.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Sam strikes again

Sam helped me empty the dishwasher for the first time. One by one he handed me a spoon and then a fork and then a small plate. I was busy putting things away and didn't notice Sam's particular style until halfway through the job. Had I been more observant I would have seen Sam lick every single piece of flatware before handing it to me. Every single piece.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Sam's hat trick

Sam presented John with three gifts for Father's Day:

1. He learned how to count from one to four all by himself.
2. He learned how to give a zerbert.
3. He learned how to pray. We sat down to eat lunch and Sam immediately folded his hands, closed his eyes and said, "Mama, Dada, Elmo, cow. Amen."

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Athanasius would be proud

Sam turns a year-and-a-half today. Here's a short clip of some new tricks:

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I think it was punative

This morning found me in the Philly airport waiting in line to board my flight to Nashville. At the front of the line was the ticket taker who took my ticket, said, "We're not boarding Zone 2 yet," and directed me to the end of the line.

Immediately after shooing me away, she picked up the microphone and said, "Now boarding all passengers seated in Zone 2."


Friday, May 15, 2009

What's next? A victory garden?

Sam must have lived through a depression in an earlier life. Or at least in some kind of setting where food rationing was a part of daily living.

Sam occasionally breaks out when he eats peas. Normally just when he has copious amounts of peas--which is always a threat because the kid loves his peas (what kind of a cruel universe would make a kid allergic to a VEGETABLE that he actually LIKES?). Not wanting to deprive him of his favorite legume, we occasionally allow him to eat a handful of peas.

Such was the case the other evening at dinner. A few peas. He loved them.

The next morning Sam woke up with a few hives on his face. I was confused. Normally, if Sam breaks out it's within an hour of eating. Chalking it up to a fluke I proceeded to bring him to the breakfast table, where he reached inside his mouth, and pulled out a lone, mushy, green pea that he had been saving in the side of his cheek. All. Night. Long.

Poor kid. He hoards his food in case the next meal is scarce.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Sam Goes Bananas

Yesterday I gave Sam a partially peeled banana. He's 16-months old and I thought he could handle it.

Step 1: Sam tries to bite the end of the banana. "No, no, Sam." I say gently.

Step 2: Sam flips the banana over and takes a bite out of the peel. "No, no, Sam." I say gently.

Step 3: Sam takes a small bite of the actual banana. "Yea!" I say and begin to clap for Sam.

Step 4: Sam grins and begins clapping as well, demolishing the banana in the process.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Reason #2 Why Homeland Security Keeps Tabs on Me

The following conversation took place in August of 2008 when I was flying home from Singapore. The dialogue was recorded immediately after the conversation ended, hence, I'm willing to stand by the accuracy of this post.

Here's the deal. I left 7-month-old Sam with John while I went to Singapore for a youth pastors conference with a few of my colleagues. Since I was still nursing, my pump became my closest traveling companion.

On the flight home, while reclining in business class I realized the need to pull out the pump. The timing was perfect. The lights were down for "fake-airplane-night", and more importantly, my seat mate was asleep which meant I didn't have to worry about wet willies (and those of you who know the guys in my program know exactly who I'm talking about). So I pulled out the pump, the cover, and began my task as modestly as possible at 40,000 feet. In an effort to travel light, I had taken my pump out of it's carrying case and was simply toting around the pump's engine.

There I was pumping away when I saw a flight attendant freeze about three feet away from me. He was mid-fifties, slightly overweight, and sweating profusely.

Him: Young. Lady. What. Is. That. Metal. Box?

(He spoke haltingly, bug-eyed, terrified)

Me: What? Oh! It's a pump. A breast pump. I'm pumping.

(I explained quickly. It hadn't occurred to me that a small, whirring metal box on my lap with two tubes running from the engine and twisted wires attached to an external battery pack could look a little suspicious. I turned the machine off and started packing up my gear to try to prove to him I wasn't a terrorist.)

Him: Oh good good good good good. (He falls to the ground, head between his knees, breathing deeply.) I thought it was a-- (he leans in close until his face is inches from my own) you know what I thought it was.

Me: Yeah. It's not.

Him: Oh good. What's that? (Pointing to the two bottles that the attached to the tubes.)

Me: Milk.

Him: Oh. OH! (He finally gets what's going on).


Him: Please don't ask me to take care of those for you. That would just do me in.

Me: No. No. I'm fine.

Him: Oh good. Why were you all covered up like that?

Me: I was trying to do this discreetly.

Him: Oh. Were you embarrassed?

Me: A little bit.

Him: So where's the kid?

Me: Home with my husband. That's why I'm pumping.

Him: Wow. So do you want some Gatorade or something to replenish yourself?

Me: No, I'm good.

Him: What do you do (Gesturing to the milk--before I can respond he gets in my face and starts talking wildly) They can't make you dump it! They can't make you throw this out. This is a part of you. You have a right to keep this milk.

Me: Yeah. Thanks. I'm actually just going to dump it out.

Him: Ah. So what you're doing now, if you don't mind my saying so, is you're 'priming the pump' to keep up the supply.

Me: Well, I'm already prime. I've been doing this for the past 10 days while I've been away.

Him: So what do you do that's so important that it took you away from your son for 10 days?

Me: I'm a seminary student--I was speaking at a youth pastor conference.

Him: So you're a priest?

Me: Actually, I'm a pastor.

Him: So you're a priest?

Me: I'm a pastor.

Him: You're a priest.

Me: (Sigh) Kinda.

Him: Man, I used to pride myself on being able to spot the nun in the room.

Me: I'm not a--never mind.

Him: Yeah, I can spot the nuns. Now if I could only find a date.

Me: Hmmm. (I attempt a sympathetic nod)

Him: Well my eyes have been opened today between that and this (gesturing to the milk). I should introduce you to my friend, Annie. She's a sweetheart. She hands out penny tracts to convert the Chinese.

Me: Oh.

Him: Do you want me to send her up here to talk to you?

Me: No, that's okay.

And that was pretty much the end of it. Every time he passed my seat he'd say, "Hiya, Rev," and wink.

That's my story. I'm sticking by it. No exaggeration. No stretching of the truth. Here it is, plain and simple. Now Homeland security has a whole file on us.

Friday, May 01, 2009


My mom told me everyone was doing it.

Monday, March 09, 2009

Better Than Sliced Bread

My sister Holly gave birth to a little boy today. Dawson Luke Ward--7.14 pounds and 21 inches long. Both Holly and Dawson are healthy and happy.

I have the privilege of watching her two little girls during this time. This morning a neighbor asked the girls how they were doing. Four-year-old Ella responded:

ELLA: This is a very special and different day for me.
NEIGHBOR: Oh? Why's that?
ELLA: I get to stay with Mandy.

That's right, Ella. Score one for Aunt Mandy.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

There's more than one way...

Last week I placed a piece of chicken on Sam's plate and said, "It's hot, Sam, can you blow on your chicken?"

He leaned in very close until his face was inches from his plate...and then he blew a kiss.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009

Color by Number: My Trip to England

Flight there:
5 hours of birthday celebration I missed out on when I flew to Heathrow on January 2nd. Next year I'm flying west. In the meantime, I've been enjoying cashing in an hour here and there for what I'm calling, "Mandy's birthday: the extended version").
2 the number of times the woman sitting next to me spritzed herself with perfume
10 the number of hot dog buns that the woman sitting next to me was traveling with. I don't know why.
1 the number of times the woman sitting next to me laid her arm on top of my arm, using me as an arm rest.
20 the number of seconds I waited before reclaiming my arm

My peeps

Time in Cambridge at IASYM
3 number of days at Fitzwallace College without heat
3 number of layers that I slept in
3 number of days in a row I wore my Smartwool socks
36 number of hours of a stomach virus
0 number of dart games I won

Cambridge at night

Time in London, etc. with the John
2 number of friends I randomly ran into (Jack in Oxford and Pam at the London Tower)
1 number of free hotel upgrades--ahhhh--heated tiles in the bathroom
6 number of rows away we were from the stage for Les Miserable
2 number of smart cars I saw in London. For some reason I thought the streets would be teeming with these cars. Nope. Mostly hatchbacks and mini coopers.
4 number of Tolkien/Lewis haunts visited
0 number of donuts eaten. A record?
3 number of trashcans I saw. Seriously. No trashcans.
4 number of curry meals enjoyed. Yes, Mom, I really do like curry.

Where Tolkien and Lewis hung out

Flight home
2 number of alarm clocks that failed on the morning we needed to leave for the airport
1 number of bags I left on the tube on my way to the airport
1 number of macbooks left in the bag on the tube on the way to the airport
2 number of final seminar papers in my macbook left in the bag on the tube on the way to the airport.
1 number of times I fell to the ground in utter despair that I had left a bag on the tube on my way to the airport. Seriously. To the ground. Head between my knees, panic mode. And there I stayed for fifteen minutes.
1 number of bags recovered from the tube when it doubled back from its final destination

John joined me for the last few days

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Time to go up a size in my diamond shoes

Not long ago friends of ours returned from Eastern Europe. I cornered John and began to whine.

ME: "I wish we had done more travel before we had a baby."
JOHN: "Mandy, you went to Singapore in July, you're going to London in January. I think you're doing okay."
Me: "Oh yeah."

I leave for London tomorrow for a conference. John will join me on the 8th for five days of John and Mandy time in the shadow of Big Ben.

And Sam? He's holding down the fort in Holland.