Loving a Life of Biblical Womanhood
In the hallway outside of the kids’ rooms, there hangs a calendar.
I bought it in a teachers’ supply section of an office store. It was designed to hang on a bulletin board so that you could use staples or thumbtacks to hang it up.
This hangs on the hall wall. We use tape. I tried to use that sticky gum stuff so that it wouldn’t rip the base or the numbers, but Johnathan ate it.
This is one of my favorite coffee cups.
It’s an ugly orange-brown that doesn’t match any other cup in my kitchen. It was probably purchased at the Dollar Tree or somewhere in bulk.
What to do with three bored toddlers.
The only thing he doesn’t seem to like about it is that his head is facing the opposite direction of his crib.
He and Scott share a room. The second night in the new bed, they snuck out of bed and quietly played with their toys. I likely wouldn’t have caught them if they hadn’t have started fighting. I put them back to bed and told them not to get back out again, and five minutes later they were both asleep.
I improvised. I had some table water cookies and thought that they would make a good crust. I worried that they would get soggy, but they didn’t at all. They were perfect. I made the sauce quickly, using ketchup and spices. Twenty minutes after Scott voiced the desire for pizza for lunch, we were sitting down to enjoy it.
Pin ItFor some reason, despite the fact that my youngest child was weaned 8 months ago, breastfeeding has been on my radar the last couple of days.
It started with this post by Kelly the Kitchen Kop. It was an interesting post with good links, a beautiful picture, and a post that Gregg felt compelled to respond to. Then a friend of mine has been struggling with the discomforts of weaning and has had a few Facebook updates about it. And it culminated in me reading a message board post on a debate board about breastfeeding, and in the long discussion with a few dozen replies, I read the standard politically correct tip-toeing around breastfeeding vs. formula feeding. Reading this message board in the wake of reading Kelly’s post really got me thinking.
If it is as simple as just having the right conditions, it is reasonable to think that life should have “evolved” according to Darwinian principles many, many times before the advent of photosynthesis produced an oxygen concentration which made conditions unfavorable. Yet all life rides upon the same bio-molecules, metabolic pathways, and genetic information which refutes this notion.
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Scott is very particular about what is “his”, and he’s very obsessive about it. When he has a cup, it’s his cup, and he simply cannot swap. He’s always been this way, and rather than add to his stress of the week I would be gone, I just made sure that there was a very definite, “This is Scott’s,” and, “This is Jeb’s,” when I packed there things.
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