September 10, 2008

Praisy Maisy

The mills of Faster Than Kudzu grind slowly, and they grind irresponsibly as well, which means that NOT ONLY could you totally lose a finger in there, but I am still not done listing the prizes and I keep forgetting to list them. BEFORE SPETEMBER IS OVER, we shall close the “mailing list” chapter of our lives and lace as many fingers as we have left together. Then you and I, best beloveds, will walk into the meadowy sunset of HAVING A MAILING LIST together…it is going to be true and beautiful and IT. WILL. HAPPEN. and you will know whenever I have a new book out because the MAILING LIST will TELL you.

Meanwhile, my delightful and talented friend Renee Rosen has added a prize to the pile: A signed trade paperback of her debut, Every Crooked Pot. It’s about girl’s troubled relationship with both her own face (she has a strawberry birthmark covering one eye) and her father (a larger than life successful salesman and quasi-failed musician) Booklist gave it a starred review, saying, “There's real power in the writing,” and the father-daughter relationship is heartbreakingly well-rendered.


You enter to win by signing up for the mailing list. You sign up for the mailing list by clicking this link which allows you to send an EMAIL to “Mailing List at Joshilyn Jackson dot com.” Then Scott will ADD your email addy to the mailing list that already secretly exists, and whenever I get done PRIZE LISTING (or at the end of September, WHATEVER COMES FIRST) I will send you a mailing list TEST email that will tell you who won which prize.

MEANWHILE…Maisy is still writing her own praise songs. I like a good hymn myself, especially ones from my childhood, and I will sometimes find myself humming “Great is thy Faithfulness” or “Have Thine Own Way” as I wander the house, not cleaning it and not writing a novel. But Maisy is not a “Low Hum Fanny J. Crosby’s backlist” kind of a girl.

Maisy is the kind of little girl who dances around the house singing her own soundtrack all the day long. She has her My Little Ponies performed high-pitched warbling opera when she plays pretend. Sample:

Pony One: *a soprano pony with hoards of vibrato* Do you want to play with me!
Pony 2: *An even warblier, Soprano-ier Pony* No! I DO NOT LIKE YOU!
Pony 1: Why can’t you be my friend.
Pony 2: Okay then, I guess I can!

This dialog, all sung, can go on for hours. And Maisy has a history of performing praise music. Old School Best Beloveds may remember her magnificent hymn to both God and phenylethylamine from The Maisy’s Greatest Hits of 2005. GAH!!!! The file is refusing to upload…I’ll try to put it up later.

She also has the VOCABULARY of praise music down, little phrases that are lifted from her memory verses or other praise songs, that sound SO FORMAL coming from her rosebud peep of a mouth. The other day, while we were in my office, she was in the den playing with toys and unconsciously meandering her way through a homemade praise song. I transcribe it for you here…

Oh, Lord you are so magnificent!
I love you so much! You are glorious upon the earth!
And I want to follow you, and do what you say!
I will always follow your rules!
I will not murder anyone!
No one in my family will get murdered by me!

IT KILLS ME (not literally…) that we did not have the recorder running for that one. Scott and I looked at each other and started laughing so hard we almost fell out of our chairs. When we could speak again, I said, “We REALLY need to find a church.” He nodded. Well, at least the child is interested in the commandments. I think she has combined two here – honoring thy father and mother (by not murdering them in their beds) and not murdering anyone (especially one’s family.) I’m calling it a win.

Posted by joshilyn at September 10, 2008 7:02 AM

As I pick myself up from having fallen out of my chair laughing, I say once again: Your children are just hysterical -- you're doing good, lady!

Posted by: Beth at September 10, 2008 9:18 AM

I love Maisy's songs -- you should sneak a mini-recorder into the room when she's on a roll. We captured many of my younger son's opuses that way, including the classic "Bread Spooky Trees".

Posted by: RuthWells at September 10, 2008 9:54 AM

I LOVE Maisy stories!

Posted by: Deborah P at September 10, 2008 10:14 AM

P.S. You might want to re-air this story when she's a teenager.

Posted by: Deborah P at September 10, 2008 10:15 AM

I LOVE Maisy stories, too.

My 3 year old likes to make up songs and prayers too, but her exposure has been pretty limited, so they are always some combination of bits of "God is great. God is good...",the Pledge of Allegiance, and "Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep...". Also she usually works in the word heart somewhere. Often she devotes a verse to thanking God for pears "because they are SO delcious." It cracks me up- I am forever trying to catch it on video, but usually the best bits are over by the time I get the camera.

Posted by: Jill W. at September 10, 2008 10:26 AM

Heeeeee... my girl's songs tend toward the more secular-- "We're walking, walking, walking, WE'RE TAKING A WALK!" Love it. Wouldn't it be awesome if we didn't grow out of that fabulous unselfconsciousness? (Is that a word?) If people just walked down the street, singing their songs?

Posted by: Nikki at September 10, 2008 10:55 AM

Is Maisy familiar w/the work of one Frances, the Badger? I believe hers were all secular songs and usually involved the word "kerplunk" but no doubt could easily be reworked into a hymn.

Thanks for the much needed smile this morning.

Posted by: Elizabeth J at September 10, 2008 11:09 AM

Hey, I think any day someone promises not to kill you, it's a win. You may have to worry about other people, but Maisy? She's got your back.

Posted by: Aimee at September 10, 2008 11:58 AM

ha! it's cute when Daisy does it, but if you overheard me singing entire conversations to the dog and cat you'd be more, umm, concerned. especially in the weeks leading up to when Herc got fixed and me singing the "soon you'll have defladderballs" song . . .

Posted by: debra at September 10, 2008 1:19 PM

Stories about other people's kids are usually cute but rarely make me laugh out loud (despite my liberal LOL use, usually just means "that was darned cute") but I laughed my head off at this. She is a prize, that Maisy. If I were God, I think I would SO prefer her song to the same tired old How Great Thou Art.

Posted by: Em at September 10, 2008 1:23 PM

I love your Maisy tales too. She's a charmer.

Posted by: Lisa Milton at September 10, 2008 1:44 PM

That's the greatest praise song EVER. And Maisy is wonderful.

Posted by: Alison at September 10, 2008 1:58 PM

I want to see her do praise songs as if they were cheers.

Posted by: Karen Abbott at September 10, 2008 2:40 PM

What a great story!!!

PS: I picked up TGWSS today at the library...

Posted by: Pattie at September 10, 2008 4:46 PM

And you can all sleep soundly knowing that you will not be murdered by your daughter!

Posted by: donna lee at September 10, 2008 5:24 PM

You won't be murdered by Maisy unless, of course, you DIE laughing.

Oh. . .that was so bad. Sorry.

Posted by: Roxanne at September 10, 2008 6:38 PM

I have a little sister (age: 7) who definitely does this. FOR HOURS. So cute.

Posted by: Emily at September 10, 2008 7:28 PM

your posts of late have taken on a more shall we say devout tone. Makes me wonder where you are going with the piece you are writing now. I love the Maisy stories, she is such a Goddess... I can see the Christian Rock albums now.

Posted by: parrotzmom at September 10, 2008 7:41 PM

That's it. I want her for Sammy. Such holiness is just what he needs... get the contract ready, and I'll start saving for the dowry. ;)

Posted by: Amy-Go at September 10, 2008 9:54 PM

i don't even live in marietta anymore, but i'd suggest a trip to visit 1st presbyterian on the marietta square. we were never members there -- we actually belonged to st. james next door -- but my kids went to preschool there and we ate wednesday night supper there for about three years, plus did the wednesday nite kids group and adult bible studies. lots of people thought we were members, we were there so often. ("no, they can't join the children's choir. they sing in the kids choir next door...")It's big enough to have lots of activities and options, and small enough to not feel like a number. great kids programs. they have that "youth warehouse" by the railroad tracks....and it's not really that far from powder springs........becky jordan, the gal who introduced me to your website, actually goes there. (she's one of your old monthly blogging for books winners.)

Posted by: dramamama at September 10, 2008 10:38 PM

I am especially partial to Maisy's ode to chocolate.

Posted by: Cele at September 11, 2008 7:52 PM

Bwah-ha-ha-ha That is the best song EVER. Can you tell me what tune it was sung to? I'm thinking Great is Thy Faithfulness. I want to sing it myself.

Posted by: Heather Cook at September 12, 2008 6:16 PM

Oh my goodness. I can barely stand the cuteness!!! I love Maisy stories. I also love Sam stories. Your kids are freaking adorable :)

Posted by: Lindsey at September 14, 2008 8:06 PM