Showing posts from March, 2003
"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, France is accusing the US of arrogance, and Germany doesn't want to go to war." and, as a bonus, an oddly appropriate signature follows: -- Generalizations are always inaccurate. -Mugsy
"Cleaning and Scrubbing can wait till tomorrow for babies grow up we learn to our sorrow, so quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby and Babies Don't Keep."
I forgot to write about yesterday's excitement. Joy discovered cat litter. Gave me quite a fright. I called the doctor, who told me to call Poison Control . I found out that there's now a national hotline number for Poison Control, that Joy should be ok unless she did ingest some used litter (crossing my fingers on that one). She seems to be doing ok, no vomiting, diahrhea (I know I spelled that wrong), fever or other signs of illness. But they said to watch her for the next week. What an adventure this parenting thing is turning out to be!!!!!
Tim and I made the mistake this week of trying to teach Joy to go down the stairs backwards ... you know, so that she doesn't fall and really crack her head. Not to mention that her legs are too short to go from step to step. About 5 minutes ago I notice that she's not in the room, nor in her room. I've closed the laundry room and Josh's room ... and she's quiet ... (insert heavy foreboding music here). I walk over to the staircase, she's 3 steps down and on her knees. She looks at me with a HUGE smile, stands up and turns around. She wants to finish going down the stairs!!!! (The landings confuse her still). So I hold her hand and she step-falls down two steps. I pick her up, go downstairs, bring up the gate and get that set up. One of these days she's going to figure out the gate......
This was the sig line on a group email. I tend to consider myself a pacifist these days, but the good father was rightt when penning this poem (statement). IT'S THE SOLDIER It's the soldier, not the reporter Who has given us freedom of the PRESS. It's the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of SPEECH. It's the soldier, not the campus ORGANIZER, Who has given us the freedom to DEMONSTRATE It's the soldier, not the lawyer, Who has given us the right to a FAIR TRIAL. It's the soldier who salutes the flag, Serves under the flag And whose coffin is draped by the flag, Who gives the protester the right to burn the flag. -Father D. E. O'Brien