Blogging Finally Pays
My friend Ali and I started a "mommy blog" a few months ago, in the hopes of creating a fun place for moms to share resources, recipes, ideas, and funny stories. What started as a small little project has grown into quite a bit of work, and over the last few weeks we've been wondering if the time blogging has sucked away would pay off (in ways beyond having a sense of purpose during naptime).If you haven't visited Mama Manifesto, you must hate me you really should. (and if you care about my . . .
My Little Fish
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All Quiet on the Western Front
So our nephews have flown back to the east coast, and our family is getting back to our normal pace. My kids are bored and irritable because they miss their cousins, and my house feels quieter, cleaner, and bigger than it has in a long time. I am relishing having some free time back, but I do miss seeing Austin and Derek every day. It's fun to dream about them coming to college out here, and living in our backhouse. I think we all had a great visit.Some pictures of "our boys" from over the . . .
Big Brother in 09
Sarah surprised us when she took off Tanner's sweatshirt to reveal their family news on his t-shirt . . . Tanner is expecting a little brother in March of '09! We are so excited that there will be another cousin to add to the family. Congrats, Kip and Sarah! . . .
A Woman’s Right to Choose . . .
I've been thinking about midwives a lot this week. I just finished a great book about it. There has been some recent controversy in the news about homebirths and midwifery practice in general. There is a new documentary out about the Business of Being Born - I encourage you to follow the link and just WATCH THE TRAILER. But what has jolted my mind the most is that I just learned that the midwife who delivered our daughter no longer has a place to deliver babies. Hospital after hospital dropped . . .
Do I Look a Little Lost? (or, how India converted to Islam)
Apparently several people think I need saving. The Jehovah Witnesses have laid off for the moment, but today there was a knock on the door from the neighbor across the street.She came bearing gifts: some outfits for the kids, some Michealangelo inspired bath soaps, a gawdy bedazzled jewelry box, chocolates, and a brand-spankin' new Qu'ran and some educational literature on the Muslim faith. Once again, I was struck with an overwhelming need to let my neighbor know that her religious beliefs were . . .
Generativity vs. Stagnation (why being an aunt is good for the psyche)
According to psychologist Erikson's theories of personality development, age 35 to 55 is the life stage of Generativity vs. Stagnation.Generativity is a strong sense of having "made a mark", being concerned with the next generation, wherease adults that do not feel this develop a sense of Stagnation, feel little connection to others, and generally offer little to society.Having my nephews here this week, Mark and I are really enjoying our attempts at shaping their young lives. It's a good . . .
Broken Vows
Mark is accusing me of breaking my vows to him as a husband. He claims that I promised to never allow our house to look like it had been overtaken with toys once we had kids. He feels betrayed that our living room is looking less like a well-designed space, and more like a daycare center.Mark, I admit. I have failed you. I have not lived up to the expectations that either of us had for our home. When I see the amount of primary colored plastic I have allowed into our living room, I am also . . .
Really Bad Reality TV
There is a show on ABC called Wipeout, where contestants compete by running through ridiculous obstacle courses that make them fall on their face. It's kind of like youth ministry games on steroids. The first time I saw commercial for this show, I thought it was the most idiotic concept I had ever heard of. I wondered who on earth would watch this.Enter my husband, who Tivo's the show every week and thinks it is brilliant. I've written before about my husband's movie choices, but this show . . .
Can I Get A Witness?
Seems there is a group of Jehovah Witnesses assigned to converting my household. They stop by several times a week, right during naptime, and knock on my door. Loudly. Despite the fact that I let them know my kids are sleeping every time they come.Then, they hand me the Watchtower and Awake. If you are somehow living under a rock and haven't had these left at your door, they are short little books chock full of lame stock photography from the 1980's. They feature articles with ominous titles . . .
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