The thing is, though, that Chloe was the first one to test out the Bumbo… before Carson was even born… as pictured below:
Apparently my last post caused a couple of my other sensitive friends out there to fret over my well being and stress levels. Well, fret not. I am okay. Really. Chloe has snapped out of her weird “I am terrified of Matt so I will poop in the dining room” phase, Carson has been an angel (I’m trying to get a picture of one of his big goofy grins but no luck yet), and I have conquered 312 pages of my review book in the past day and a half. I would like to note that if Carson turns out to gravitate towards the field of pediatrics in the future, I am to blame. Knowing that verbal development begins as early as infancy, I have been studying aloud as Carson listens on (at least I would like to think that he’s listening). Call me a dork, but the kid probably knows more about pityriasis rosea and Borrelia burgdorferi than you. 🙂
I suppose it was a long time coming. All it took last night was a brain fried from studying all day plus Carson ruining yet another outfit with his explosive poops plus my out of whack postpartum hormones and sleep deprivation plus the fact that Chloe has suddenly decided to designate our dining room as her personal pit stop… these factors combined resulted in the meltdown that occurred the moment Matt walked in the door from coaching basketball yesterday evening. Poor guy. As D-Day (i.e. the day I take my nurse practitioner boards) draws neigh, I’m transitioning from a little bundle of sleep-deprived nerves to a big, irrational bundle of sleep deprived nerves. This probably comes with no surprise to my family who has witnessed more meltdowns than I care to admit in my lifetime (they say I’m too emotional… I claim that God has blessed me with the gift of sensitivity), and I thank the good Lord for giving me an incredibly patient husband who knows that this, too, shall pass. I did eventually settle into bed (my review book in tow, of course) to watch American Idol which proved to be an excellent remedy to all that ailed me, and as I rose this morning, I was comforted with the promise that “those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
A view of my life these days… Carson looks like such a stud in his big boy clothes (Is it wrong to call a 6 week old baby a stud??)
In my opinion, all of this mess going on at William and Mary is ridiculous. For those of you who are out of the loop, W&M’s president, Gene Nichol resigned last week after the Board of Visitors declined the renewal of his contract. This all comes in the wake of some poor decisions Nichol has made during his tenure at W&M, as I have alluded to in the post I made on Feb. 7th (removing the cross from the Wren Chapel and approving the Sex Worker’s show) as well as the general lack in essential qualities a college president should have. Sure, he was charismatic and friendly to the students, but he fell way short in other “presidential duties” such as fundraising (one alum has withdrawn a $12 million pledge due to his disappointment in Nichol’s presidency). Nichol spread the news to the college community in a pretty impassioned email that, in all honesty, makes me all the more glad that he is gone. I especially like the part where he defends the separation of church and state (thus backing his decision to take the cross out of the chapel) while in the same breath he quotes a Methodist hymn. Interesting choice of quotes there, Nichol. Well, since his resignation, students have staged sit-ins and threatened to leave the college. Professors have protested by canceling classes which I find to just be an immature way to impede the learning of the students. Interestingly, but certainly not surprisingly, embittered students are blaming “religious fanatics” and “zealots” for all of this. That’s fine with me- while at W&M, I grew used to being a conservative minority among so many liberals. I just hope the college will make a better choice next time.
OK, I will get off of my soapbox now…
To the few who might be interested in the every detail of Carson’s existence which is likely limited to those proud grandparents and great-grandparents who keep up with this blog:
Well, our boy had his one month check-up this week, and we confirmed what I already knew… he’s getting BIG!! He now weighs 11 lb 9 oz, meaning he’s logging in a pound a week. Quite impressive, if I do say so myself. He’s between the 90th and 95th percentile for his weight, length, and head circumference which made his nurse practitioner laugh and claim that if he keeps this up, he’ll outgrow his parents by the age of three. Haha, very funny Jan. Either way, we have come to terms with the fact that Carson very well might tower above us in the future… which, I suppose, is not too great of a feat to accomplish.
It’s Valentine’s Day. Matt and I have exchanged our cards and are very much looking forward to a yummy dinner tomorrow night at Bookbinders courtesy of a gift card Matt’s little brother gave us for Christmas. Meanwhile, tonight we’ll be dining on Thai Basil Chicken– one of Matt’s favs– and watching the best show known to man (which would be LOST, duh). All in all, it’s shaping up to be a pretty darn good Valentines Day.
Oh yeah, and adding to the goodness of the day is some big news we have around here. Between the big news and my big mouth, it’s unfortunate that I am not at liberty to share via this blog. So you’ll just have to wait in anticipation…or give me a call… and perhaps I can share the dirt. (No, I am not pregnant again. Though that would be pretty funny.)
On a more serious note, I am always drawn to 1 Corinthians 13 on Valentines Day, and I really like how The Message translates this passage. I remember back to one summer at Camp Willow Run where the speaker had us replace the word “love” with our names in these verses. Do it, and if you’re anything like me, you’ll be reminded how we fall so short of the true love we’re called to exhibit. Thankfully, we have an awesome God who proves the most perfect love of all to us day in and day out…
1 Corinthians 13:1-7
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Happy Valentines Day!!
I have a very proud papa on my hands. The emails began Thursday morning after Duke’s much anticipated victory against Carolina. The pleas continued that evening over dinner. All Matt requested was for a mention on my blog of Carson’s incredible powers to bring win after win to Duke’s basketball team. I mean, he might be slightly deranged when it comes to his undying loyalty to this collegiate team, but he does have a valid point when it comes to the fact that Duke has not lost a single game since the birth of Carson.
I must admit, though, that I was slightly worried when I turned on the Duke-BC game Saturday afternoon. You see, as Matt was deep sea fishing in VA beach for the day, I was under strict orders to watch at least part of the game with our son. “Duke needs him,” Matt pleaded. He went on to explain that his presence in front of the television was especially necessary during the second half because– get this– “he is a second half baby.” (See, I told you he was deranged.) Well, deranged or not, Matt seems to have figured this thing out. As I turned on the game near the end of the second half and saw that Duke was down by 8, I obediently (I am SUCH a submissive wife) fetched Carson from his crib. Sure enough, as the second half progressed, Duke shot a couple more three pointers, made a few more rebounds, and ultimately ended up winning 90-80. So, my little Carson, just you wait till March Madness. The pressure is on.
I have some thoughts regarding several current affairs, and I thought that I would share…
After Super Tuesday, I just don’t know what to think. I still stand by my previous statement that I am not a huge fan of any presidential candidate, and I am not thrilled with the direction our nation might head if most of these candidates take office. For instance, McCain had a particularly victorious day on Tuesday, but I do strongly disagree with his stance on a number of issues – namely, his support of embryonic stem cell research and his opposition to a ban of same-sex marriages.
Dr. James Dobson (whose wise words practically raised me into the individual I am today) has said:
“But what a sad and melancholy decision this is for me and many other conservatives. Should Senator McCain capture the nomination as many assume, I believe this general election will offer the worst choices for president in my lifetime. I certainly can’t vote for Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama based on their virulently anti-family policy positions. If these are the nominees in November, I simply will not cast a ballot for president for the first time in my life.”
This thought has entered my mind, yet if Hillary is on the ballot this year, I still plan to be one of the first in line to vote against her.
(Note: I was about to copy and paste a picture of Hillary looking particularly sinister here, but I thought that it might not be very Christ-like of me.. but know that I was tempted… very very tempted)
I don’t mean to point out the obvious, but it has been ridiculously warm here the past two days. While opening all of the windows in our house has been nice, and Lord knows I needed some fresh air, I do pity my neighbors who have had to hear every screech and cry of
3. William and Mary
Thomas Jefferson is probably rolling in his grave if he only knew what’s been going down at his glorious alma mater. First, the cross was removed from the Wren Chapel to avoid offending those of other religions (hellooo, you’re attending a college founded on Christian ideals- if you can’t get over the fact that there is a cross in a CHAPEL, then go to another college)… then we had to remove the feathers from the W&M logo, as to not offend Native Americans… and on Monday of this week, the second oldest college in the nation hosted a “sex workers art show”, funded by the student activity funds and featuring strippers and porn stars. I guess President Nichols wasn’t worried about offending people this time around.
I could go on, but
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