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and friendly to the students, but he fell way short in other “presidential duties” such as fundraising (one alum has withdrawn a $12 million pledge due to his disappointment in Nichol’s presidency).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!!
Funny (?) story… Carson looks nice and serene here, doesn’t he?? Fooled you! Mere seconds (I’m not exaggerating here- it was probably 4 seconds) after I took this picture, Carson covered himself in vomit. I don’t think he’s too pleased with how he expects this election to turn out.
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.
This is DeMarcus Nelson. He has HUGE muscles.
And this is Gerald Henderson blocking Tyler Hansbrough. Last year, he broke his nose which you can watch here.I must say- the background music adds much to this particularly bloody clash of rivals.
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 Carson.
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 Carson is starting to grunt for some food (yes, he tends to grunt rather than cry when he is hungry). Have a great day!!
Four weeks ago today, Carson Luke Allison tumbled into the world. He celebrated this momentous occasion by christening Chloe with urine and covering his bassinet with poop as soon as I removed his diaper this morning. However, he did proceed to sleep long enough this morning to allow me a shower AND time to paint my toenails!!! You have no clue what this meant to me… Anyway, here are some pics of our little one month old bundle of poop… I mean bundle of joy… today. Enjoy 🙂
Here is my best attempt at trying to capture one of Carson’s smiles on camera. It kind of just looks like he’s sticking out his tongue… but it’s cute anyway.
Carson enjoyed (i.e. slept through) his first Super Bowl on Sunday. Matt dressed him for the big affair, as you can tell by the VT booties, football onesie, and jeans (who knew they made jeans for babies this small?!). Perhaps next year he will be a little more enthused about the big event (or at least about the yummy food that goes along with the night).
There’s this song we used to sing all the time in church called “What a Mighty God We Serve.” I haven’t thought of that song or lyrics in a long, long time, but when I was reading through the Lawrenson’s blog today (http://cfhusband.blogspot.com), the words to this old-school church song flooded my mind.
I have been following the blog of Nathan Lawrenson, worship leader of Nags Head Church, for a while now. He is the husband to Tricia who has cystic fibrosis and is currently waiting for a lung transplant and the father to Gwyneth Rose who was born at 24 weeks gestation just weeks ago due to Tricia’s rapidly deteriorating health. They have had quite a ride through all of this, as is so beautifully chronicled in Nathan’s blog, but what continues to blow me away is the tremendous faith the Lawrensons have demonstrated through all of this and the undeniable ways in which God’s hand has been at work.
You really do need to check out their website, marvel at the pictures of precious Gwyneth Rose, and take a second to appreciate our mighty God.
One week ago today, I was once again brought to the realization that we live in a fallen world, and Richmond, VA just so happens to be the hub of much “fallen-ness” (that’s a word, I swear). Last Friday afternoon, Matt, Carson, and I were sprawled out on the bed flipping through the channels, trying to wind down after a busy week, and we stalled on the NBC12 evening news to catch up on the headlines. Well, all attempts to wind down promptly halted as I heard the news anchors mention that it was Fugitive Friday, after which mugshots of menacing looking Richmonders flashed up on the screen. Matt and I just looked at each other and laughed- somehow we found the fact that we live in a city in which there is a need to have such a thing as Fugitive Friday oddly amusing. Not only did Richmond have the highest gonorrhea rates of all US cities several years ago (sorry but it’s true), but now my pride in my hometown continued to falter with the realization that there are such high numbers of fugitives on the loose. No, really- I do love Richmond, but I do think I will double (and triple) check that our doors are locked before my head hits the pillow tonight. Happy Fugitive Friday everyone!!