Another Oops

This morning I was watching Good Morning America. (Playhouse Disney isn’t on this weekend!!!) They interviewed a man who just wrote a book about atheism. He was saying that we’d all be better off if no one believed in a god.
He said, (something like) “Tell me what believers have done for morals that non believers can’t do. I have yet to receive an answer for that.”
Then he follows with, “Now tell me some moral injustices that believers have done that non believers don’t do.”

I can sure think of some, and to him and all I’ve/we’ve wronged,

“I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart.”

It’s been a while

and I just realized I didn’t submit my journey entry yesterday. Guess this will be short. =) Not to mention the baby fingers that are trying to help me type.

I haven’t had much good to say lately due to my nearly 3 year old deciding that it doesn’t matter how often he gets in trouble or how much it hurts him to get in trouble. He’s going to do what he wants. After a long talk with my mother (who revealed out of her 4 children, I was the one by far who caused her the most grief) I realized that sometimes it’s better to take the easier road. Since I haven’t demanded constant, immediate obedience every time life has been much better this week for all of us. Aidan is much more relaxed and doesn’t seem so frustrated all the time, and he’s actually been coming up to me and giving hugs and saying, “I love you, Mommy.” =)

On a brighter note, the spelling is coming along! (I’m really not pushing it. He is very interested, and asks alot of questions.) Aidan tells me now what alot of words start with. He can figure out most words that have a hard consonant start. (“Kelly” threw him since he thought it should start with a C, but hey, he’ll get it.)

The other night he got out of bed to say, “Mommy, may I tell you somefing?”
(Oh, he asked soooo sweet) “Sure, sweety, what is it?”
“I know what Elmo starts wif.”
(Big smile from me…) “What does Elmo start with?”
“Elmo starts wif L!”
Ummmmmm, good try, Aidan! Again, why is English soooo hard? =)

spelling woes, part 2

Just as I’m getting over the “S is for cereal” thing, Aidan says, “Mommy, what does giraffe start with?” (In our song, G says g, like grape.) Ugh!!! How do I answer that one???

I’d be OK with these questions if he were asking some that actually followed the rules. Like apple or Mommy, or dog. But nope. He’ll be the only kindergartener who can spell “knife”, but not “car.”

This one would get me kicked out of some churches…

So I’ve been thinking this for a long time and even tried to share it with a bible study group only to receive blank stares, but I read something last night that validated my thoughts, so I’ll blog it.

I do not like reading alot of “Christian” bible studies/books. To me, most say the same thing over and over. You know, variations of the basics. “Trust in God. He has a plan. etc, etc.” All of which I already know and understand and I feel like I am constantly applying to my life. I think in my bible study I said something to the effect of, “This is boring. I already know what the author’s saying. The Spirit’s constantly making me aware of what I need to fix and how to fix it…and not through these studies.” I hate saying I know it all, because that’s the exact opposite of how I feel. There’s so much we don’t know that we pretend to know with nice, easy answers. But I know the basics. I can pretty much predict what the author is going to say next, and probably how s/he’s gonna say it.

It gets frustrating re-learning the basics when there’s sooo much else out there to discover. How ’bout a bible study on the different interpretations of those basics. Why some denominations believe something totally opposite about Christ/God/Hell/Salvation, etc, but we’re all reading the same Bible. And not just who’s “orthodox” and who’s not. But teach us the different views and let us discern/discuss. That’s a bible study to me.

I know I shouldn’t expect everyone to think like me. My good friend says she doesn’t like reading new stuff because she knows she’s susceptible to just believing everything. (It took me a while to grasp that. I’m one who learns by playing the what if game.) But I really believe that much of our current day culture is also not out to get easy answers to tough questions. We’re in a time of think-for-yourself-ers.

So I’ll play along with the basic, easy answers (which I believe, I just think there’s so much more out there.) But anytime anyone want to really hash stuff out, I’m here. We may have to wait till the kids are fed and asleep, but I’m ready!

My “holey” son. =(

I took Trace to get blood drawn for routine 12 month old tests. The lady finally felt a vessel in his right arm so she stuck him and began drawing blood. Of course Trace, always making sure everyone around knows he has been dealt an injustice, is screaming bloody murder. The nurse realizes the blood is coming way to slowly, so she has to pull the needle out and try again somewhere else. She finally feels a vessel in his left arm. She sticks him, but no blood comes out. I see her wiggling the needle around for a few seconds to find that vessel, but no luck. She is then left with no choice but to prick the poor baby’s finger and squeeze drops out for at least 2 minutes. (Which is really much longer when you’re trying to comfort a PO’d, screaming toddler.)
We finally got to leave the place with 3 bright blue bandaids with white guaze sticking out of each one.
Poor baby!

ttts, part 3

Just had to share. =)

Last week we ate at a Whataburger in Lufkin. I took Aidan to pee, but then the potty wouldn’t flush. I told him that I would go tell the lady that the potty is broken. Of course she was busy, and I forgot. He asked me if I told her, and I told him I forgot and it would be OK.

This morning he decided again I needed to tell the lady the potty was broken. I again told him I forgot and it will be OK.

Aidan takes matters into his own hands. He proceeds to put his phone (hand) up to his ear and says, “Lady, the potty is broken at the restaraunt. It doesn’t flush.” He continued his “conversation” with her, but I was laughing so hard I couldn’t listen. =)

the things they say, part 2

Aidan was so excited about going to Maroney Park this morning. I said, “Are you ready to go to the park?” He shouts, “Yay, Macaroni Park!!!”

spelling woes

Aidan’s been learning letter sounds, and he knows what sound each letter makes. While I throw in things like, “m says mmmm, like Mommy,” I didn’t think there was any comprehension.
The other morning we’re eating cereal and Aidan looks at his bowl and says, “Cereal starts with S!” So there I am, excited that he’s beginning to grasp that speech is made of letters but at a total loss as to how to explain to a 2 yr old that English is a confusing language and rules are made to be broken (just not Mommy’s rules), and yes, S says ssss like “cereal”, but cereal doesn’t really start with S.
I think I said something like, “Good try! Cereal sounds like it starts with S!”
Score 1 for Mommy.

so I don’t get in trouble for not posting

We went to the lake yesterday and had fun swimming. Then we went swimming again this morning at the pool. Aidan can swim several feet to me underwater without floaties on! I just have to help him up when he gets to me.
Ryan slipped in the shower and flipped up his toenail. Gross!!! I can’t wait to see him wear flip flops tomorrow morning on stage. =)
later.

The things they say…

At the zoo this morning, looking at the rhino: Aidan says, “Mommy, a rhino’s poop is big?” “Ummm, yes, Aidan. I guess it is.”
This is coming from the kid who always tells us the size of his poopoo in the potty, and when it is in the diaper wants to see it every time. “Look, Mommy, it’s a big one!!!”

Btw, a few days ago Ryan ended up getting the stomach virus again. We prayed, and friends prayed, that the boys and I wouldn’t get it, and thank you, God! We are all still going strong! (I told Him that if I didn’t get sick I’d blog my brag.)

Uh oh, kid’s out of bed and shouldn’t be….gotta go.