I burned my baby.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I burned my baby.
Friday, June 25, 2010
My husband arrived home from work yesterday afternoon, kissed me, took the baby, and asked if I wanted to take the kids to a carnival in a tiny neighboring town. He had seen a sign on his drive home.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Food for thought...
22 "If men who are fighting hit a pregnant woman and she gives birth prematurely but there is no serious injury, the offender must be fined whatever the woman's husband demands and the court allows. 23 But if there is serious injury, you are to take life for life, 24 eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, 25 burn for burn, wound for wound, bruise for bruise.
Well, for starters, the Bible is clear that the "fetus" is (surprise, surprise) a life. A life every bit as precious and worthy as the "already-born" man who could harm him. Does it matter in God's eyes that the baby is currently living inside his mother? Not a bit. That child is one of His children.
But what about the mother? Is the Bible thus limiting her rights and demeaning her importance by (clearly) saying killing babies is wrong?
Not even close.
In fact, I believe these verses reflect how honored, revered, and protected a woman with child should be. Consider that a LAW was written in to protect her and the precious life she sustains. How different this is from our current, man-made laws that did not hold a gunman who shot a teller and killed her unborn twins accountable for murder. Robbery? Oh yes, we can charge him with that. But murder? Well... they weren't viable, after all...
Who really thinks women are better off with these laws our politicians concoct? Who believes that allowing abortion shows respect and reverence for women?
It's just something I'm thinking about.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
...We had to determine which educational platform would best support our children’s needs and family’s beliefs. Sometime during the 2 1/2 to 3 year old range, my husband and I sat down and looked at the different school options available and discussed each child and his or her needs. We had to consider those specific needs and the personality of that particular child in order to ensure we made the best decision.
How does your state’s school performance (or lack thereof) affect your choice in how to educate them?
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
(It's a rhetorical question, but feel free to offer up your opinion on the matter in the comments.)
Monday, June 21, 2010
B-Oatmeal, Yogurt, Juice
L-Peanut Rice, Applesauce, Milk
D-Spaghetti w/ Meatballs, Green Beans
L-En route to Massachusetts... we plan to try to time it so we can go out to lunch at the restaurant we got take-out from the night we got engaged. Aw! ;)
Friday, June 18, 2010
It's not a dirty word.
I know better now. And I'm working on it. I still have a long ways to go, but I'm working on it.
Sometimes it's hard for me. Mostly, I think I just forget sometimes. I live in a world where husband-bashing and feminism reign supreme and, while neither is something I want a part of, I forget the beauty and peace of, well, submitting. Is it hard sometimes? Of course. Most things worth doing are hard. But can I tell you a secret? As hard as it is for me to submit, I think it is that much harder for my husband.
Sometimes I forget.
And then, there I'll be, filling out forms to receive freebies, giving feedback on a poll, leaving comments on blogs... and I just keep clicking the same word over and over again...
Thursday, June 17, 2010
My five year old graduated from preschool last week. Not a fancy-pants, organized graduation, mind you... just a little party at the school. During this party, the children received "yearbooks" with photos and profiles of their peers. (Super cute! And I plan to share more about them when I get my camera's memory card back... )
The last profile question for each child was this:
The answers included the following...
- policeman (x4)
- fire fighter
- video game player
- Super Why
- video game player
- super hero
There were lots of smiles and laughs as the children read off their answers, but I can't say that any of them were huge surprises.
My boy stood up.
(Insert audible "Awww..." heard from the crowd.)
I was proud of his answer. And touched. But not surprised. We are working hard to raise children who value family.... who are proud to be good role models... who aspire to grow up to be like some of the greatest people they know-- their uncles, aunts, grandparents, parents...
And that's a greater ambition than being Super Why in my book.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I love to cook. Absolutely love it. Cleaning? That's a different story, but, for today, I'm talking about cooking...
Monday, June 14, 2010
B-Oatmeal, Grapes, Milk
L-Baked Potato w/ Cheese, Applesauce, Water
D-BBQ Chicken Sandwiches, Corn
L-Grilled Cheese, Homemade Chicken Noodle Soup
Thursday, June 10, 2010
We moved from Indiana to Connecticut when she was two weeks old and she took it all in stride..
At nine months, she started saying "Mama" and "Dada" and that wide smile greeted me every morning along with raised chubby arms.
At eleven months, she was scooting, crawling, and cruising to get anywhere she wanted to go. I continued to decorate her head with bows and flowers- it's what I do. :) (If you'd like to win an adorable headband like the one in that pic, go here!)
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
- Visit Mimi's Babies and check out their flower headbands, then come back and tell me which colors you would choose! (Required)
- Follow Mimi's Babies on Twitter and leave a comment letting me know. (<-- Far and away, one of my fave peeps to chat with on Twitter!)
- Tweet about this giveaway and leave a comment that you did so.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
My baby girl turns one on Saturday.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
B-Oatmeal, Blueberries, Milk
L-Mac 'n Cheese, Juice
D-Chicken Parm, Rotini, Cauliflower
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Dear Formula Feeding Mommies,
Awhile back, I wrote my post on why I feel bad for so many formula feeding mommies. I still do. This post isn't about most of you, but, still, it needs to be said...
There are some among you who are giving formula feeders a VERY BAD IMAGE.
Since hitting publish on that post, here are just a few of the remarks I've heard while out and about...
"I tell all my friends, you need to get that baby on the bottle so you know how much he's eaten and then you can just let him cry it out- if you breastfeed, you'll never sleep."
"Yeah, well, you can't shove cereal in a boob and get that baby nice and full before bed!"
"Oh, you're doing the nursing thing?" (Said to a new mommy- not me- fyi...) "I know they say that's best, but it's not all that it's cracked up to be... you'll see."
"You know what I did, right? I just stuck him in his car seat and propped the bottle on a receiving blanket... I think I only had to hold him to feed him maybe, twice, in his whole life!"
These, these, are the women giving bottle feeders a bad name. These are the mommies who make me mad... not because they give their babies formula, but because of their attitude toward motherhood.
I cringed at every last one of these remarks.
I said nothing. (Well, I did offer a few words of encouragement to the new mommy who was nursing, but other than that, I said nothing.)
I said nothing because I didn't want these women to think I was being critical because I nurse my daughter. That I somehow feel superior because of that fact. I admit it, I did feel critical, but not because I nurse. The battle-lines were drawn in the sand long ago, however, and if I spoke up, I know that's how it would be construed...
So, do me a favor, will you? Would some of you awesome formula feeding mamas please speak up when you hear this nonsense? Please? I know most of you are doing a rockin' job taking good, loving care of your babes... help me talk some sense into these ladies.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
A trying day.
Just one of those days.
You don't need the list of what went wrong... you've had your own "days like that".
With Daddy many, many states away and a dinner that went awry, by the time 6:15 rolled around, I was tempted to throw on a show and call it quits.
We all ended up here...
... three kids and me, just swinging our cares away. What is it about a porch swing that just makes the world a better place?
This post is linked to Works For Me Wednesday.