Centered

Crunchy Con has a post about a conversation he and his son had after church.

It has made me think about how I live my life as a Christian. One of the things I came across in my Good Friday Meditation is that Christ gives life. Life is generated by Christ. I believe this is a fundamental truth of the Gospel. Then the question arises, In what ways do I live Christ centered? How about as a parent? Crunchy Con gives a good answer to this question.

Methods

Time flies. I looked over at when I last posted and was surprised. It was the eighteenth. I’ll blame it on sleepless nights.

I was up four times walking Wingnut through the kitchen last night. Turns out he has an ear infection, but you’d know that if you’ve been to Camera Shy today.

So I said in the last post I’d talk more about the baby sleep book I’m reading. I don’t know, but I’m suspicious of sleep methods. If you do these things, says the expert, you and your baby will do wonders. If you don’t, then well you’re a dumb ass for not listening. That’s my take on these things.

It’s ironic because I tend to like self-help books. I’m fascinated by them, at the very least, because they play to our desire for life to be programmatic. You know, we want to believe there is rhyme and reason to life. All that’s left is to figure it out. So, we look for the right book to help us with that.

This sleep book is full of useful information, but it’s full of itself. I think we’ll end up doing what seems best with Wingnut, like we’ve done with the others. I don’t like the idea of subjecting my baby to some method– my own excluded.

Go to sleep you baby!

Reading a book about sleep and babies and parenting. The author is all about getting it right, or suffer the consequences. I’m not sure I buy his arguments. I’ll get back with more, later.

Meow

Wingnut sounds like a cat purring.

Cough, Cough, Cough

Wingnut is sick. The Doc confirmed what we figured to be the case. Wing’s cough, fussiness, restlessness and fitful sleep just wasn’t getting any better.

The Missus called the Doc’s office and got his four month well visit scheduled for later in the week moved to this morning. (I don’t know how the Missus manages to pick up hundreds of letters for work, take sick baby to the doc, drop off lugnut at the Nursery school, then go to post office and get Forever stamps. She does, though.)

Wing is on a run of antibiotics and albuteral.  Right now he’s running a slight fever which may be caused by one of the four vaccinations he recieved from the doc.

Mom and Mamaw

I talked to Mom on the phone this evening. I called to wish her a happy mother’s day and to find out how my Mamaw is doing.

Mamaw fell the other day and broke her hip. She’s in her mid-eighties, so a broken hip and the surgery to repair it is no small thing. She made it through the surgery just fine and is evidently sitting up-right already.

I hate to say it but she’s receiving better care at the hospital than what is to be expected from her nursing home. That sucks. It sucks that we can’t afford better care. It sucks that she was evidently alone when she fell. But she has my mother who is there for her. I’m proud of my Mom for taking care of Mamaw like she does. She loves in a way that is more than talk.

I love them both.

Happy Mother’s Day

Mrs. Eaves we love you!

Urrrgggg

One of the hard thing about having four kids is that there is always a thousand things to do, but most times it feels like the only thing you can do is keep an eye on one or more of the kids.

The Rain Stopped in Time

Concert # 2 for the Wingnut tonight.

Christabel and the Jons played the Oak Ridge Pavilion tonight for a political benefit. Wing sat in his bucket. I held him. The Missus held him. We all danced together and had a good time.

Up At Night

Back and forth, back and forth,
pace, pace, pace.

Back and forth, back and forth,
pace, pace, pace.

Wingnut isn’t sleepy.