Ethan has been showing interest in food; when we sit down to eat, he cries to sit on my lap, and then grabs anything and everything within reach. Last night I tried a tablespoon of organic brown rice cereal mixed with 2-3 tablespoons of breastmilk, and he ate all of it.
Just yesterday he propelled himself forward about an inch by pushing with his toes. I think he’ll be crawling before too long, just like Georgie.
George saw some high school boys practicing baseball last week, and he’s become obsessed. We bought him a ball and bat, but I can’t find a mitt small enough for a two-year-old’s hands. There are several ballparks near our house, plus BW’s practice fields are only about a ten-minute drive, so I have a feeling we’ll be watching a lot of baseball this summer. George doesn’t have time to watch sports, so it’s interesting that Georgie has taken to it so quickly. He points out every basketball hoop he sees when we’re driving, and yells “Football, Mommy! Football!” when we drive by the Sunday morning flag football game at one of the local rec centers.
Ethan seems to enjoy Georgie’s piano.
Thought for today:
“Every time you raise a loving, wise, and responsible man, you have created a better world for women.” –Dr. Michael Gurian
I guess this gives new meaning to the term “anklebiter.”
Here are some videos I shot of the boys today with the digital camera. Click on the film still to load the video:
I managed to catch the last half of today’s Focus on the Family broadcast. Dr. Dobson was talking with Dr. Laura Schlessinger about her new book, “Bad Childhood, Good Life.” I downloaded the podcast from iTunes so that I could hear the whole thing, and it’s an excellent program — worth the wait on dialup!
I especially appreciated one of her points; some people have a victim-mentality. They experienced a difficult childhood, and nothing makes them happy. They’re miserable no matter what happens in their life, and they blame it on their parents. They suffer and everyone around them suffers because they can’t seem to move on.
Get over it. So your Mom didn’t like you as much as she liked your sister. Get over it. So you made good grades and nobody paid attention. Get over it. Live life the way you’re supposed to, not how the victim mentality dictates you should, by blaming everyone and everything around you.
My mom had a really rough childhood, but she doesn’t walk around in misery, blaming her parents. She is a happy person who chooses to concentrate on her faith, her loving relationship with my Dad, her children and her grandchildren. I’m sure she has difficult times, stressful times, “what-if” moments, as we all do. But she’s secure in her relationships and content with the path she has taken. I have learned a lot from her positive outlook on life, and I hope to model this same attitude for my children.
Be still in the presence of the LORD,and wait patiently for him to act. Don’t worry about evil people who prosper or fret about their wicked schemes. –Psalm 37:7 NLT
I find this exceedingly difficult. Wrongs that need righted, issues that need intervention, the problems that I think should be resolved… it’s so hard for me to be still and wait on God. Those around you that live dishonestly or immorally that seem to prosper more with each passing day, while you struggle to meet your obligations. I feel like a two-year-old in church sometimes; fidgeting and completely without patience, waiting on God.
I recently completely an in-depth study of the book of Jonah. After Jonah ran away from God, he was forgiven. God asked him to continue on to Nineveh to preach for them to repent, which he did. Something I never realized before: although God was happy that the Ninevites repented, Jonah was upset. He felt that God should destroy Ninevah because of their evil actions. It’s hard to live such a black-and-white life. If all was fair, those who do evil would not prosper. But for this to happen, God would have to tamper with our free will, something He would never do. I have a choice; I could live a wicked, dishonest life and may perhaps prosper for awhile on earth. But it’s more important to live correctly as a Christian, whether it’s prosperous or not.
A guy that we know went to New Orleans to help with the relief effort, assisting homeowners with rebuilding their homes.
One of the families that they assisted had a home that needed serious repairs; carpets destroyed by water, gaping holes in the roof, walls that were close to caving in. While doing a walk-through, one of the workers noticed a brand new plasma television in the living room. When he asked the family where they’d gotten the television, the father said that the ‘government paid for it.’
They had taken the disaster relief funds they had received (ostensibly for ‘disaster relief’) and bought a TV.
They complained to the workers, asking why they’d taken so long to get there, when were they going to be finished?
The next house, more of the same; the house was falling apart, but there was a new flat-screen TV, and more complaints about how long it was taking to complete repairs.
I’m sure for every example of this type of selfish, myopic person, there are hundreds — if not thousands — who are grateful for the assistance and truly want to rebuild — the whole “hand-up-not-a-hand-out” thing. But these two incidents show that personal responsibility is an oxymoron for some people.
I’ve come to the decision that television is abominable. I’ve complained before about the horror that is prime time TV, how men are made the butt of chauvinist jokes and “Mommy-knows-best” one-liners. But I’m finding that it’s more insidious than I initially believed.
Take the prime time train wreck that is “The Bachelor.” One man dates 25 women at the same time. Towards the end of the program he’s dating three or four women simultaneously, and freely ‘makes out’ with each of them during one-on-one dates.
This is an exercise in lunacy that amounts to emotional prostitution. Does the American viewing public really expect honesty in the face of television cameras? With every hair in place, these women pour their hearts out in Days of our Lives-style scripted breakdowns where they shake their fists and annouce, “he should be mine.”
And what does this teach our daughters? That you aren’t worth pursuing, that you must pursue? That jockeying for position for the attentions of a man is acceptable because he is well-chiseled and well-heeled? That it’s acceptable to date three or more women at once, no big deal, it’s all part of the game? That everything is about looks and how well you can make yourself fit the “ideal” mold?
I’m so glad that we decided to kill cable a few years back. What a waste of time and money it was. I wouldn’t invite these people into my home for a meal, why would I allow them to entertain me through another means?