Archive for July, 2009
I’m so grateful for the health of my children today. For some months, I’ve been following the blog of Jennifer McKinney about her family and specifically her son Stellan who has had a heart condition since before he was born. He’s doing very poorly today and because he sorta reminds me of my sweet Little D, I can’t help but empathize strongly with them. Blogs and Twitter are wonderful things. You can connect with people in ways not possible before we had these tools. I’m sitting here distracted, waiting for each Tweet to find out what is happening with a family I’ve never met, and never will. Thankfully, they are trusting in God’s sovereignty no matter what happens.
I can’t imagine having to deal with the prospect of losing one of my boys. So grateful for them.
This video is mesmerizing. (via Laughing Lion Design)
I’m feeling a little guilty… I really complain about this kid too much. He’s about to turn 4 and the older he gets the more interesting he is. I love how kids at this age are interested in everything and their questions are progressively more thoughtful (and funny- yesterday, Big J asked what God’s last name was). I love that he’s just as apt to sit down and watch an opera with me for a while as he is to watch Yo Gabba Gabba. So, while I regularly lament all the screaming and other challenges that come with raising him, I know we’re so blessed to have him and looking forward to knowing him better with each year that passes.
I’ve always been more of a pictures person than words person. If someone asks how to get somewhere, I draw a map rather than write out directions. I particularly like blogs that post 1 photo a day, and I thought I might try it myself, since my one of my goals is to improve my photography skills anyway. So here goes…

The gates are on order from Amazon. Meanwhile, what do you think of our improvised containment devices? The giant bean bag I got for free has come in handy in more ways than one! I really thought Big J was busy, and he was, but he never tried to open the toilet lid and never got into cabinets and pulled books off of shelves the way Little D does. Oh… and that dinosaur toy is the BEST. TOY. EVER. Big J has loved it at every age so far.

Big J is playing one of his “I’m almost 4 and I’m a big pain in the buttocks” games this morning. He wants out of his nighttime diaper and into some comfortable underwear, but he wants to push my buttons and control the situation in order to cause the most angst possible in the process. I’m not playing his little game. He doesn’t really need my help, as he can pretty much dress himself, but I am feeling generous this morning and have offered to help if he will meet me halfway. He has rejected my kind offer and has opted instead to whine incessantly. I have my mp3 player headphones on so I can’t hear the whining. Eventually, he’s sort of writhing around on the floor beside me in full rabid preschooler mode, nearly foaming at the mouth he’s so worked up. This goes on for some time, when suddenly Little D comes around the corner from their bedroom carrying a pair of underwear and throws it into Big J’s face.
It was a moment of utter perfection.
I laughed so hard I about needed a diaper myself. Meanwhile Big J is in the bedroom now, clothes laid out and instructed not to come out until he is dressed. I may see him around lunchtime.
Photo credit: Shutterstock
It’s amazing to think of how quickly things have changed over the last 20 years or so. Wonder what things will be like when my boys are in college? When I was in college, I knew one person who had a computer. I didn’t know what a font was. My parents lived in Germany (my dad was stationed there) and I talked to them once a month on the phone because it was so expensive. I used the card catalog in the library and turned in papers typed on a typewriter. For some people, simpler times = better times. Not me. I love having information at my fingertips. I love feeling so connected to my family even though they live so far away.
Here’s an interesting quote from the video:
It is estimated that a week’s worth of the New York Times contains more information than a person was likely to come across in a lifetime in the 18th century.





