A List Maker's Life: October 2010

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Halloween

Saturday, October 30, 2010

From Gabe - part 2

Hi Friends!

Just checking in.
What? You said you wanted an update?
My momma is behind on this blog?
I know. I keep telling her how upsetting that is.
I don't really understand what the deal is.
She has plenty of time.
Anne Hope feeds me,
Gavin entertains me,
and Gibson snuggles me.
We are all just having a ball!
Anyhoo, I better get back to my most important work.
 
 Sending you a giant hug,
Gabe

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Crafty Project To-Dos from Kate

Today's guest post is brought to you by my local, crafty friend Kate.  She's the kind of lady who finds a fun idea and actually follows through on putting it together.  I love her attention to detail, her artsy eye, her easy laugh, and her sense of humor.  She has decided to let us in and the list of future projects that is brewing in her creative mind.

Here is my list of my top 10 crafty projects to complete: (In no particular order!)

1. Make wall art for our bedroom.(It is boring in there...so lame)
2. Shirt dress for Emmah, that involves sewing a whole new venture for me!
3. Photo key holder...not for keys, but it might work great in the bathroom!
4. Reupolster my chair and a half....scary!
5. Repurpose an old chair into something FABULOUS!
6. Make new couch pillows
7. Add hardware to kitchen cupboards....okay that just might be on the to do list!
8. Key Fobs...love them, must learn to make them!

I think those will keep me busy...just don't ask me in 6 months how many I have completed!!!

Oh Kate, of course we want to know how your projects turn out.  Please update us as you check each item off your list...

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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Not Me. No. Never.

If you're the mom of little people, especially boys, get ready for a good laugh.  As moms to boys we do find some odd hilarity in the somewhat inappropriate things that come from our mouths.  Good thing we can laugh at ourselves!  Hyacynth is the busy momma to two adorable little guys.  She is a talented journalist and blogs at Undercover Mother.  She is also the co-founder of the wonderful site that is Bigger Picture Blogs. Today she will induce your giggles with her humorous list of the things she never thought she'd say or do as a mom.

Before I was a mom, I was such an awesome mom. I totally knew how to raise kids because, hello, I'd been a nanny for four boys and I practically raised {read: babysat and kept alive} my little sister. Certainly the stay-at home-mom thing was no big thang. {Certainly, I didn't have an ounce of pride in my naive, young body.} But then I birthed not one but two children, and I found when babies come out of there that the passage must somehow trigger a switch of some sort that makes formerly perfect moms of no children become presently imperfect moms of real children.

And in the spirit of lists, here's my Top Four Things I Swore I'd Never Do/Say as a Parent.

4. Stop stealing your brother's balls. So innocent. So phenomenially mind of a 13-year-old boy. And so not something a grown God-fearing, Bible-reading woman should find hilarious, but, alas, here I am still giggling.

I had to hold back laughter as a teenager when I would hear this come out of parents' mouths. I thought to myself, "Don't they know what they are saying? Couldn't they find a better choice of words? Couldn't they give a proper description of the balls? Couldn't they be basketballs, footballs, baseballs?"
But in the heat of the moment when the older one is stealing his baby brother's balls and you've asked him at least seven times to find his own {bwahahahaha!} balls? Well, I don't care what kind of stinkin' ball it was nor can I see which kind it was through my fit of absolute disbelief -- JUST STOP STEALING HIS BALLS! OK??

3. If you pee in one more bucket ... I'm going to take away all of your buckets/you're going to sit in your room until you are 30/mommy is going to have a mental breakdown.

I swore I'd never use the if clause with my kids and then follow up with random promises of epic toddler proportation like banning Curious George from the TV screen or peanut butter from lunch time.
But alas, I do. And it {mostly} works to stop the pee from free flowing into random household objects.

2. Only dogs get to poop outside.
No, you are not a dog.
Yes, you are a boy.
Yes, you have to poop in the potty just like everyone else in the family poops in the potty.
Yes, the dog is part of the family.
But, no, he doesn't know how to use the potty.
And, no, we cannot teach him.
Yes, dear, we do pee by trees like the dog but only when it's an emergency.
SIGH.
No, this is NOT a pooping emergency.
Birds, too.
And squirrels.
Even boy squirrels.

1. Whatever. Wear your lunch on your face. JUST GET IN THE CAR.
I previously thought moms who let their poor babes with big, bright eyes run around sporting faces painted with this morning's breakfast and perhaps a few accent marks of last night's dinner were really lazy, irresponsible moms who probably lived in squalor, allowed their kids to bathe in mud and never ever did laundry or dishes. Oh, those sweet little angels are so cute, I thought. If only their mom cared enough to properly sanitize and bathe them. Poor little things.

I now realize sometimes it's not worth the epic battle that ensues when a mom races at her 2.5 year old's yogurt-and-blueberry covered face with a washrag moments before they have to rush out the door to get to church on time because darnit I'm bringing breakfast and cannot be late this morning AND could you fortheloveofGod PLEASE stop thrashing around on the floor and foaming at the mouth like you have Mad Cow Disease so I can simply and gently remove the crustees and stains from your cheeks/chin/eyes/nose?
"SQWAAAAAAAACCCK!"
No?
OH.
Well, then could you just sit there while I take a picture so I can commerate the day when I completely gave up on having you look like you were NOT RAISED IN A MUDPIT?!

And go ahead. As soon as I pull out the camera and toss aside the wet wash cloth, take it as a sign that I'm waiving the white flag of surrender, wipe your face with the sleeve of your shirt and stare innocently at all the people who think "oh, that poor little angel; if only his mom cared enough to wipe his cute little face."

Sound familiar?  Thanks for sharing Hyacynth!

Monday, October 25, 2010

Collective Creativity

-Do you develop fabulous activities as follow-ups or extensions to children's books?

-Are you an author or illustrator? (Or do you hope to someday be one?)

-Are you i
nterested in learning about how you and your child can be published in a book about 'gratitude'?


Today we're sharing information about Memetales, and if you answered 'yes' to any of the above questions, then read on!
COLLECTIVE CREATIVITY AT MEMETALES: Let us create a picture book together! by Maya Bisineer of Memetales

We are creating a collective picture book at Memetales and we want you and your child to be a part of it! If you would like your child be a part of a published book, then read on ...


Answer a question and submit a piece of artwork by your child (before Nov 5th) and YOUR child could be a part of a picture book published by Memetales. Three participants will also get printed copies of the book! The entries have started coming in, so hurry if you want to be a part of it!

Read below for the details. All the best!

"I am grateful for my friends as they play with me."

STEP 1 - ASK YOUR CHILD A QUESTION. Take a few minutes or hours. Sit down with your child and ask them who and what they are grateful for. Is there anyone they want to thank and why? Did someone do something special for them? Do they have a friend, relative or even a thing they feel lucky to have? Do they want to make a thank-you card for somebody?

Then complete one of these sentences -
  • I am grateful to ______________ because _____________________.
  • Thank you _________________for _________________________.
  • I thank _________________ because ________________________.

  • STEP 2 - HAVE THEM CREATE SOME ART. Let your child create anything - a piece of art, coloring, a craft or a photograph of a project or a person with them. Anything really - as long as it involves the child in a fun creative way, it is game!
  • STEP 3 - SUBMIT IT!!

1. If you are interested in participating, fill this form here.

2. When ready, send an email to maya at memetales dot com . be sure to attach the following:

a. Your child's name, age and picture;
b. The artwork picture or a photograph along with the tagline


"Stories with happy endings make me happy!"
Elizabeth, 6 years

The Deadline for entries is November 5th. We will publish the book for Thanksgiving, so that the parents and kids that participate can enjoy the book they created! If there are enough entries we will certainly publish two books, but be sure to get your entries in early, since we will pick the first 15 eligible entries for the book!



About Memetales: Memetales is a site to share and celebrate children's stories. At Memetales, you can read books online and discover book related crafts and activities from the best bloggers/contributors such as yourself. If YOU want to be featured along with our books, be sure to add yourself as a creator here. Find us on Facebook and on twitter too!

All the best! We cannot wait to see and share back your entries!!
We are thankful to the great people at Memetales for sponsoring this post and for giving our readers the opportunity to participate in this book-publishing opportunity!

The theme for the book we are creating is Gratitude or Giving Thanks. Since we are publishing the book just in time for Thanksgiving and the holidays, what better theme than gratitude, right?

Friday, October 22, 2010

Repeat

"Gram says he sounds like a broken record. I think she means like a giant CD with a scratch on it." #generationgap

Each of our kids has had their own special phrases that we heard over and over again, especially when they were first learning to really talk. We often find ourselves using Gavin and Anne Hope's famed phrases in everyday conversation as if everyone should know what we mean. 
Here are our favorite Gibson-isms:

"Guess what?  Ummm..."
"Wook It!"
"Dadda Buza"
"   'mon" (like come with me/hurry up)
What doing Momma?

Our favorite thing about all of his phrases is the enthusiasm with which Gibson says them.  He is full of fun!
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Spina Bifida Kids Worldwide Day of Prayer

Did you know?

"October is Spina Bifida Awareness Month, and we SB moms have on our minds, more than anything, the precious unborn babies who are so often terminated before they even have a chance to prove their lives have meaning and value to the world.


To say that 50% of all Spina Bifida affected pregnancies are terminated is a conservative estimate. But we SB moms know there is no reason to terminate a baby because of SB. Our children are beautiful and intelligent gifts from God who have every opportunity to live full, productive, and totally normal yet extraordinary lives.

October 20 is Spina Bifida Kids Worldwide Day of Prayer. We believe in the power of prayer, and we are excited at the prospect of many people praying at the same time for these unborn babies. We moms can make a difference individually and collectively, but that is nothing compared to the change that can come if we have God on our side." { For more info }

This weekend as we waited for our hospital discharge instructions, I spent time reading through the extensive notes in our file documenting this pregnancy, delivery, and time in the NICU.  I was struck by something specific I read in a note from the high risk specialist to my OB.  Tucked in the middle of a letter full of medical jargon was the following, "Patient was counseled regarding termination and refuses based on religious beliefs.  She attends XYZ church" {of the crazy people who hope in something brighter than doctor diagnosis.} {On that note: What the heck does the name of my church have to do with my decision?  But, that's a whole 'nother soapbox...}

Thinking back I was reminded that even my own doctor threw out the T-word in his first three sentences when explaining our original ultrasound. In fact, I was conditioned to dread my prenatal appointments as they gave repeat opportunity for defending my rationale for carrying my sweet baby to term.  The doctors' tone, during my time in each office, was often that of a dreary funeral procession instead of the joyful ballad of new life.

We are so thankful for our joy in hope, patience in affliction, and trust in a perfect plan for our baby boy.  We recognize that he was knit together just the way he was intended to be.

This little man, "who will likely have breathing problems, endure multiple surgeries, spend extended time in the hospital, need a feeding tube, have cognitive impairments, never walk, have kidney problems, have no control of his bladder and bowels, worst case...worst case...worst case..." is our own little miracle. We will never venture to imagine our lives without Gabe.

He has already brought our family closer together. Introduced us to an amazing new community of love and support. Encouraged us to lean on our faith.  Solidified our relationships with some amazing friends.  Brought hundreds together in prayer.

Because of him, and Him, we will join in prayer again today.
For unborn babies.
For kids with spina bifida.
For all children.

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Related Reading:
Leigh from Our Little Gibblet
Dancing in the Rain's "God Doesn't Make Mistakes"
Testify, written for The Journey, by my dear friend Lisa.
For every mountain there is a miracle

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Falling 4 You

For 40 weeks
we dreamed of having our fourth little lovey home & healed.
Now he's here for real.
Gabe Evan {4 Weeks}

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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Welcome Home Baby Gabe

We may still be on the roller coaster for the extended ride,
but at least the terrifying, upside down, loop de loop part is past us.
Now is the time to raise our hands and shout with glee.
From the message we sent to our extended family last night,

"It's been a busy & EXCITING day - these parents are ready for bed, yet we wanted to be the ones to share our great news.  Gabe was discharged from the hospital today.  For the first time our family is together in our home.  We are so thrilled.
   
This afternoon we strolled out into the fall sunshine with our babe in tow.  {Those of you who have followed Gabe's story from the start might like to venture a guess at which song greeted us as we started up the car to head home.} 
For tonight we are so very glad to be able to hear our babe when he cries in the wee hours, to feed him without a 10 minute walk through the hospital, and to hold him without plastic gloves! 
Thank you so much for all of your continued encouragement and prayers"
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Friday, October 15, 2010

Inspire List

Who doesn't need fresh inspiration?  I love this list from Jodi Michelle, who just so happens to inspire me to be more honest with myself and to try new things!  Jodi is a local friend who I have had the pleasure of spending time with at West MI Blogger Meet Ups, Gleek Retreat (which she co-founded), and occassionally the grocery store - smiles!  Not only is she a fun friend, awesome planner, and thoughtful writer - she is a talented artist whose photography was featured in this year's Art Prize.

I love to be inspired, the feeling of being smaller than the world I live in. Of possibility.

Ruffled always inspires me to try something new with photography, lighting or party planning.

Mighty Girl is a serial inspiration for writing, lifestyle and living outloud.

How Now I Know is always inspiring with writing, being real and raw and reading new books.

Mila's Daydreams is inspiring just to look at.

Simply Breakfast inspires me to believe that everything is beautiful.

Superhero Journal inspired me to take her course, Mondo Beyondo and to learn to dream from the deepest part of me.

Darby is inspiring as a mother and a woman. Her photos and the honesty in her life are always a good grounding for me.

One Pretty Thing is never short on inspiration, projects or links to get lost in.

Ana White, Knock Off Wood, has inspired me to work with my hands on a variety of different projects and has also taught me that carpentry isn't hard or scary. It's following directions. Life List, CHECK!

Harvest Antiques is a place I go for inspiration after looking through endless links of things I want to do with decorating or small projects around the house. It's also one of my happy places.

Young House Love is inspiration to dig in there and try it. DIY junkie I am!

Big Bang Studio inspires me to think outside of this town. To want to travel. To take better photos.

Kathleen inspires me to want to be better at whatever I'm doing. To want to make something more of what little I might have.

That is where I go.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Vote is In

Although ArtPrize has ended,
and the city has chosen a well deserving winner,
 our own "Big G"
has named his favorite piece.
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Amsterdam International

The following is re-posted, with permission, from Uncommon Sense. Written by Dana Nieder.  She can be contacted at uncommonfeedback@gmail.com

To fully get this post, please read (or re-read) Welcome to Holland before starting.

In the special needs world, there is a poem (essay? whatever.) called "Welcome to Holland." It is supposed to explain what it's like to have a child with special needs. It's short and sweet.

It skips everything.

While "Welcome to Holland" has a place, I used to hate it. It skipped over all of the agony of having a child with special needs and went right to the happy ending.

The raw, painful, confusing entry into Holland was just glossed over. And considering the fact that this little poem is so often passed along to new-moms-of-kids-with-special-needs, it seems unfair to just hand them a little story about getting new guidebooks and windmills and tulips.

If I had written "Welcome to Holland", I would have included the terrible entry time. And it would sound like this:

Amsterdam International

Parents of “normal” kids who are friends with parents of kids with special needs often say things like “Wow! How do you do it? I wouldn’t be able to handle everything---you guys are amazing!” (Well, thank you very much.) But there’s no special manual, no magical positive attitude serum, no guide to embodying strength and serenity . . . people just do what they have to do. You rise to the occasion, and embrace your sense of humor (or grow a new one). You come to love your life, and it’s hard to imagine it a different way (although when you try, it may sting a little). But things weren’t always like this . . . at first, you ricocheted around the stages of grief, and it was hard to see the sun through the clouds. And forget the damn tulips or windmills. In the beginning you’re stuck in Amsterdam International Airport. And no one ever talks about how much it sucks.

You briskly walk off of the plane into the airport thinking “There-must-be-a-way-to-fix-this-please-please-don’t-make-me-have-to-stay-here-THIS-ISN’T-WHAT-I-WANTED-please-just-take-it-back”. The airport is covered with signs in Dutch that don’t help, and several well-meaning airport professionals try to calm you into realizing that you are here (oh, and since they’re shutting down the airport today, you can never leave. Never never. This is your new reality.). Their tone and smiles are reassuring, and for a moment you feel a little bit more calm . . . but the pit in your stomach doesn’t leave and a new wave of panic isn’t far off.

Although you don’t know it yet, this will become a pattern. You will often come to a place of almost acceptance, only to quickly re-become devastated or infuriated about this {gosh darn} unfair deviation to Holland. At first this will happen several times a day, but it will taper to several times a week, and then only occasionally.

A flash of realization---your family and friends are waiting. Some in Italy, some back home . . . all wanting to hear about your arrival in Rome. Now what is there to say? And how do you say it? You settle on leaving an outgoing voicemail that says “We’ve arrived, the flight was fine, more news to come” because really, what else can you say? You’re not even sure what to tell yourself about Holland, let alone your loved ones.

Although you don’t know it yet, this will become a pattern. How can you talk to people about Holland? If they sweetly offer reassurances, it’s hard to find comfort in them . . . they’ve never been to Holland, after all.

And their attempts at sympathy? While genuine, you don’t need their pity . . . their pity says “Wow, things must really suck for you” . . . and when you’re just trying to hold yourself together, that doesn’t help. When you hear someone else say that things are bad, it’s hard to maintain your denial, to keep up your everything-is-just-fine-thank-you-very-much outer shell. Pity hits too close to home, and you can’t admit to yourself how terrible it feels to be stuck in Holland, because then you will undoubtedly collapse into a pile of raw, wailing agony. So you have to deflect and hold yourself together . . . deflect and hold yourself together.

You sneak sideways glances at your travel companion, who also was ready for Italy. You have no idea how (s)he’s handling this massive change in plans, and can’t bring yourself to ask. You think “Please, please don’t leave me here. Stay with me. We can find the right things to say to each other, I think. Maybe we can have a good life here.” But the terror of a mutual breakdown, of admitting that you’re deep in a pit of raw misery, of saying it out loud and thereby making it reality, is too strong. So you say nothing.

Although you don’t know it yet, this may become a pattern. It will get easier with practice, but it will always be difficult to talk with your partner about your residency in Holland. Your emotions won’t often line up---you’ll be accepting things and trying to build a home just as he starts clamoring for appointments with more diplomats who may be able to “fix” it all. And then you’ll switch, you moving into anger and him into acceptance. You will be afraid of sharing your depression, because it might be contagious---how can you share all of the things you hate about Holland without worrying that you’re just showing your partner all of the reasons that he should sink into depression, too?

And what you keep thinking but can’t bring yourself to say aloud is that you would give anything to go back in time a few months. You wish you never bought the tickets. It seems that no traveler is ever supposed to say “I wish I never even got on the plane. I just want to be back at home.” But it’s true, and it makes you feel terrible about yourself, which is just fantastic . . . a giant dose of guilt is just what a terrified lonely lost tourist needs.

Although you don’t know it yet, this is the part that will fade. After you’re ready, and get out of the airport, you will get to know Holland and you won’t regret the fact that you have traveled. Oh, you will long for Italy from time to time, and want to rage against the unfairness from time to time, but you will get past the little voice that once said “Take this back from me. I don’t want this trip at all.”

Each traveler has to find their own way out of the airport. Some people navigate through the corridors in a pretty direct path (the corridors can lead right in a row: Denial to Anger to Bargaining to Depression to Acceptance). More commonly, you shuffle and wind around . . . leaving the Depression hallway to find yourself somehow back in Anger again. You may be here for months.

But you will leave the airport. You will.

And as you learn more about Holland, and see how much it has to offer, you will grow to love it.

And it will change who you are, for the better.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

A Few of My Favorite Things



Gabe Evan {3 weeks}
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Monday, October 11, 2010

Joy Will Come

Before Gabe was born I was told by other moms that the diagnosis and pregnancy part of spina bifida would be the hardest. "It is all so much easier once your baby is born." They explained that after I saw him,  held him, it would not seem as difficult to deal with his likely long term health struggles.

Their advice holds pieces of truth. In that moment when I saw Gabe for the first time I could not help but be joyful for the miracle of birth, his special life, and all that is to come.

Yet, now there is a part of me fighting against each poke and prod instead of kicking peacefully around his warm and cozy spot inside. We are separated by plastic gloves, crunchy gowns, stairs, elevators, scrub in policies, gated doors, and incubators instead of living in one body - like we were just 20 days ago. Anywhere we were our family was together. Gabe was familiar with our voices, noises, and routines. Seemingly the familar sounds and schedules of his siblings have been replaced by his nurses' three hour care times, IV pumps, and monitor beeps.

When we are finally home little Gabe's spina bifida may pale in comparison to having our dear miracle with us, but for now none of this is easier - it is much more difficult than we anticipated.

"Preplanning doesn't make the bumps in the road any less jarring." From the book Chronic Kids, Constant Hope by Hoekstra and Bradford.

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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sassy Baby

Although it seems like a lifetime ago, I smile when I think about the morning I spent with Gibson at the Sassy Blogger Bash. Sassy invited me and my youngest (who proudly held that position for all of 4 days after the party) to experience their developmental baby products and more while learning about the time and love that goes in to producing great toys.

Gibson laid claim on a musical guitar in the first moments of his free play time and happily carried it from station to station throughout the rest of the event.  The tot size toy is part of Sassy's new line of Rock N' Roll interactive toys.  Lucky for Gibson, this favorite was part of the goodie bag they put together for him to take home.
As an educator, I was very impressed who learn that Sassy contracts out an amazing educational psychology professor to give advice on new products, as well as to test them.  She suggests necessary changes and tips for developmental appropriateness of each toy before it heads off to stores.  According to their website,
"Sassy developmental baby products are designed to help build a solid foundation for lifelong learning by fostering development and stimulating the brain. Years of research, expert consultation and testing have led us to create product features that stimulate baby’s senses and emerging emotional, social, physical and intellectual skills.

Those features include: high contrast patterns, bright colors, symmetry, multiple textures, product proportions, soothing and rhythmic sounds, and innovative functional features."

As a parent, I appreciate the clever solutions to some of the daily parenting dilemmas in feeding and bathing.  With products such as the Suds and Sun Visor, Soft Touch Rinse Cups, and Less Mess Training Spoon they have made improvements for some everyday frustrations.

Some Sassy products are exclusive to Babies R Us, while others are available at stores such as Target.  If you have young children there is sure to be a new family favorite in the Sassy collection.

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Disclosure: Gibson and I would love to thank Sassy for a fantastic morning of learning, snacking, playing, sneak-peeking, and socializing.  We are also thankful for the awesome bag of Sassy tools and toys they gifted us with.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

On the First Day

"I'm a lot excited and a little bit nervous."
That makes two of us baby girl!

As I watched my sweet 4 year old set off this week, for her very first day of preschool I said goodbye to another little piece of my heart. 
 I know
 she is more than ready,
 she will love school,
this is just the beginning of a lifetime of letting go.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Two Unexpected Frustrations

Our sweet Gabe has had quite a go of it this week.  After his surgery Gabe required some "big gun" antibiotics to fight off possible infection.  The meds have given him some obnoxious tummy trouble and one miserable rash from his incision, down his bum, and to his knees.  Ick! 

~The silver lining: Gabe is aware - can feel - the sting of the rash.

The antibiotics have proven to be necessary as the microbiologists and infectious disease specialist have determined that our babe also has MRSA - which is a hospital infection that is resistant to most treatment.  At this point Gabe is in complete isolation.  This is a really difficult transition. 

~The silver lining: Gabe finally scored his own private room.

What a way to celebrate your two week birthday little mister! 
Gabe Evan {2 weeks}
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Songs to Pick Up Your Spirit

{Annie & Katie 2007}

Annie is the kind of friend who is always there for a "pick me up" when we need her.  She and I have traveled just around town (and half way around the world) together making some great memories.  Today she is sharing her list of top 10 "Pick Me Up" songs, which all happen to be about THE friend that sticks closer than a "sister."

Right from the beginning, my mom made sure that we were exposed to music, namely her music. Luckily, I loved her choices. I grew up with Jimmy Buffett, the Beatles and James Taylor---and I fully intend to make sure my daughter grows up to love them as well!

It wasn't until college that I discovered Christian music, but right then and there I was hooked. I have my secular loves---Jimmy Buffett, Jack Johnson, Counting Crows and Josh Ritter, but I can turn the radio to a Christian station and never be disappointed!

So....my list of 10 "Pick Me Up" songs: (in no particular order)

* Overflow "Cry On My Shoulder"
* Newsboys "Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Good-bye)"
* Lincoln Brewster "Love the Lord"
* Matt Redman "You Never Let Go"
* Cademan's Call "Only Hope"
* Superchic[k] " Stand in the Rain"
* David Crowder Band "Foreverandever"
* Barlow Girl "Enough"
* Point of Grace "Day By Day"
* Matt Maher "Hold Us Together"

Most of these can be found online, so give 'em a listen!

Thanks Annie!
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P.S. I half expected to see Dancing Queen or Kiss the Rain on your list of Pick Me Up Songs;)