Friday, September 29, 2006

Birthday Boy--Day 2

These pictures speak for themselves:

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Quotes from the DaVinci guy

I'm reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, the author of another somewhat popular book you may have heard of. Something about a certain CODE. There was a monologue in this book by a priest addressing the world of science. I found it interesting and provacative; it made me wonder about the author, since he write characters that passionately and articulately debate many sides of controversial issues. See what you think:

"Humanity cries out for meaning. And believe me, we do cry out. We see UFO’s, engage in channeling, spirit contact, out-of-body experiences, mindquests—all these eccentric ideas have a scientific veneer, but they are the desperate cry of the modern soul, lonely and tormented, crippled by its own enlightenment and its inability to accept meaning in anything removed from technology….all the while, the church is proclaimed ignorant. But who is more ignorant? The man who cannot define lightening, or the man who does not respect its awesome power? The Church is reaching out to you. And yet the more we reach, the more you push us away. Show me proof there is God, you say. I say use your telescopes to look to the heavens and tell me how there could not be a God! You proclaim that even the slightest change in the force of gravity or the weight of an atom would have rendered our universe a lifeless mist rather than our magnificent sea of heavenly bodies, and yet you fail to see God’s hand in this? Is it really so much easier to believe that we simply chose the right card from a deck of billions? Have we become so spiritually bankrupt that we would rather believe in mathematical impossibility than in a power greater than us?"

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Horses and Hurts

Carson experienced two firsts today: his first rocking horse and his first scraped knee. Incidentally...the two were mutually exclusive and occured at different times of the day. Thanks, Zeffers, for such a cool b-day gift!

Monday, September 25, 2006

Birthday Boy--day one

For my birthday I get fire?!? FINALLY!
Frog bib? Good. Banana cake? Good. Frosting? GOOOOOOOOD. Who says kids don't appreciate clothes? He's practically hugging that shirt.
Mr. Independent. Thanks, Aunt Tara, for getting a noisy toy that has an on/off switch.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Pictures...take 2

Some people have had trouble getting to Mike's Flickr site to see his cool pics. Try again.

365 days ago...

...I was in serious labor, sitting in the hospital, having frequent and painful contractions, assuming that our baby's birthday would be September 21. He evidently needed a little more cooking in the oven, because he didn't come until the next day at 12:10 pm. Those hours are forever embedded in my memory, and I can't imagine my life without my sweet baby in it. I never really understood unconditional love until I held Carson in my arms. I could go on and on, but then I'd start crying (I'm already choked up), so I'll save it for another blog day. For now, tomorrow is Carson's 1 year b-day and we gave him part of his present last night before bedtime. So far it's a hit.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Little Naked Piper

OK, sometimes, I crack myself up. And many of those times, others are not amused. There have been points in my life when I actually had to pay people a quarter for lame stories. However, since you surfed to this site and are reading of your own will, no apologies.

For some reason, this picture reminds me of some old-fashioned picture of a happy little boy skipping/marching along playing some sort of flute or pipe. Except that he's naked. And he's running, not marching. And he wasn't happy when the picture was taken. But other than's exactly like the other thing.

And just to prove that I'm not psycho, here's an adorable pic of Carson sporting the new fall line of Tompkins kids wear.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Yeah for Uncles!

Uncle Mike took this cute pic. Check out his other awesome pictures.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Seriously, Mom, this is so lame....

I don't know if I've mentioned it, but we are trying to teach Carson a few signs, as in: sign language. The one he knows the best is "more." It's supposed to be all your fingertips touching on each hand, then pressed together. Carson's version is like the signal for "time out" or just one finger into the palm of the other hand. Whatever. He's trying and we take what we can get. (For those of you keeping score at home, no, we decided not to focus on the sign for "milk.") Well, the other morning I kept trying to get him to do it for the camera, but he had this annoyed look on his face.....I can think of a dozen different captions for this funny shot. (Anyone care to offer one?) Finally I got him to do the sign while not making such a pained expression:
I know. He's a genius.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

"Gentle! Gentle!"

This was what I was saying for a couple hours this afternoon as Carson and I had a great playdate (after visiting Aunt Becky!) with three wonderful mommies and sons. Carson is the oldest, and we are working on him not mauling the littler guys. Here you can see he's giving Nathan quite a push in the gut. Also notice the beautiful alpaca rug at the Marr's.

It was so neat to see all the baby boys together and it's so incredible the love I feel for those that are not even my own. I think going through the pregnancies and births with each of their mommies just reminds me how precious their lives are. Plus, they are incredibly CUTE! It was hilarious trying to get all of them to hold still for a pose. Henry was by far the best behaved...and he held still the longest. :)

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Say "Mommy's psycho!"

These pictures don't have anything to do with the topic of this post, but you just can't have too many pics.

In the past few weeks/months, I've discovered a really strange cultural and verbal phenomenon centered around babies, particularly babies who can't yet talk. That phenomenon is that we, as adults, talk for them. About half the time, we use the phrase: "Say '_________,'" and the other half of the time we just say something in a baby-ish voice, indicating to all present that you are now vocalizing for the child. If you are around babies, you've probably done it, whether you realize it or not.

One of the most common examples is when I want Carson to seem polite. So, at the store, when someone says (TO him) "You are a cutie!" I feel the need to follow with "Say 'Thank you!'" Why do I do this? Is it because in complimenting him, I feel she's actually complimenting me, therefore I'm obliged to reply? Why don't I just say "thank you"? It's certainly not that I'm trying to communicate what he is truly thinking, because, in truth, it probably is more along the lines of "Your breath stinks," or "You wear a lot more makeup than my mom," or "You have a huge head."

But the funniest use of this strange vicarious communication is when I noticed Trent and I have occasionally used it to be slightly passive-aggressive with each other. (Okay, I'm usually much more guilty.) Especially when Carson was very little, I would find myself going "Daddy! That's too much powder on my bottom!" or "Daddy, your farts smell worse than mine!" or "Mommy, how come Daddy is more interested in his video games than in playing with me?" etc. etc. It's like I found a whole new way to tell Trent how to parent or that I frown on his gas-passing ways or that I want him to watch the baby for a while, without actually saying it MYSELF.

If you haven't watched the movie "Look Who's Talking" recently, you should rent it. It was infinitely more funny after I had a kiddo. We all wish we could know what thoughts are going through those precious little heads, and that those thoughts would be as developed as ours. Since that's not happening any time soon, we'll just have to speak for them. "Carson! Say, 'Bye-bye!'"