Don't Force Their Hands

We have been helped by innumerable medical personal over the years. The sheer number of them has been amazing to us and that they take such good care of our little boy has been such a gift. We know that we do not agree with all the lifestyle choices, religious beliefs, or personal opinions of the doctors, nurses and other medical people that have taken care of our son but we have respected that they worked their hardest and did their best to take care of him in his every need. Everyone of them regardless of their faith or creed has been prayed for by our family and thanked profusely for working so selflishley to help our son. Our doctors, nurses and pharmacists are good people who should never be forced by law or policy to go against their conciences to preform or dispense something with which they disagree. President Obama is in the process of rescinding a regulation from late in the Bush administration allowing health-care workers to refuse to provide services based on moral objections. What many do not realize is that the required public comment phase began March 10 and ends April 9. It is also very difficult to find the link to provide such comment. So if you have an opinion on this please click on "Comment Here" below and tell them so. If the advocates of choice were honest they would let our doctors, nurses and other medical professionals exercise their choice too.

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Bubble Egg Cases?

What hatches from these? I keep finding them on my floor and so I wonder what is coming, or maybe what laid these....



Ah...this explains it.



And when he is done with that job he is prodding on the help...poor dad, he is cutting up 10 pounds of onions for French Onion soup for me to take to the Mamapalooza* this weekend and I guess John decided that he just wasn't cutting those onions fast enough.



Um yes, soup will be left for the help. And a mamapalooza is a get together of the mommies off of the Looper list, that whacky, delightful group of LCMS homeschooling mommies. So the guys are on their own this weekend and the mommy is going to be off eating chocolate and talking, talking, talking, eating chocolate, talking, talking, talking. I'm not sure what else we will do but eating chocolate and talking will surely happen :)

Liturgical Slam Dancing

John loves screwdrivers. Not in a subtle, can leave them or take them kind of way, no, not in a I-sorta-like-those kinda way, I mean really LOVES them, like he can sniff them out or they call to him. No matter where his daddy leaves a screwdriver John finds it. He hunts through drawers, he scours bookshelves, he scans any surface where daddy was working and low and behold at some point he will find yet another screwdriver. What you can't see in the picture above is the screwdriver under the shirt, I'm not exactly sure what he was doing, but I know he was happy, the look gives it away, but really all I would need to know was that the child had a screwdriver in his hand and I would know that he was happy. The love affair with tools extends to any and all that daddy has touched and that John can find, but for now, his main squeeze is the screwdrivers.



Papa is always wishing that there would be more pictures of me. So here ya go, Mark took one for you. We love you!



Reload! Second only to screwdrivers is anything that is gun shaped and shoots a projectile of any type. We didn't even know that John knew where the bag of rubber bands was until we heard the drawer slam and the chair buzzing at high speed bearing a squealing boy, a bag of rubber bands and a rubber band gun. This boy was made for this daddy. John's favorite thing to shoot lately, the ceiling fan, the ceiling and any and all light fixtures, I don't know where he gets it, but I'm pretty sure we could have named him Mark Junior and it would have fit.

Well I know you're wondering what all this has to do with liturgical slam dancing. Being the stick-in-the mud liturgical nazi type Lutherans that we are it cracks Mark and I both up that John's doll and monkey take turns dancing to the hymns we sing during prayers at night. During Lent we are singing "On My Heart Imprint Thine Image" (see you can tell that we have that whole nazi thing going because it's Thine and not yours, but I digress) and while John's doll and monkey dance at other times and to other pieces of music, his favorite is for them to dance at prayer time. They do a little jig over here, a little wave over there, and then slam into the bed (or whatever surface we are saying prayers on that night), a jig, a wave, kick up the heels, slam, slam, imprint that image kid, imprint that image.

For Papa

John is doing great, seems to have weathered the UTI he was fighting all on his own. I just had to share this with you...and anyone else who needs a really good laugh for the day.