"First we play little pig, then we play kick our butt, then we play juggling!"

          You want to see what your children really are like? No screen time. Ours started as a necessity, but has become one of my favorite times of day. Since the boys have trouble sleeping, we struggled for a long time finding a routine that would facilitate better sleep than what they usually managed.

Things that go bump in the night.

In our house that’s Andrew. He goes bump in the night as he hits the wall with his head repeatedly through the night. Their bedroom is adjacent to the office where I sit at the computer far more than I’d like to admit and late into the night. Seriously, I don’t know how the kid hasn’t given himself a concussion. Most mornings he has tossed and turned so much during the night that he will be laying on the opposite end of his bed. That dude is mega-weird, but I love him more than my own breath.

My kid may be bad, but yours is ugly...

I’m not real good at remembering a lot of details a lot of the time. That’s my disclaimer for the overall lack of information surrounding this next story. Tonight at church we were informed that some lady we don’t know would like to come observe our family.

I want my MTV.

I’ve worked for several small companies over the years. In many cases, it’s never more than a few days before I start to wonder, “How in the world do these guys make it in the business world?” I worked for one company that the owner couldn’t spell his own name and insisted on hand writing all formal business correspondence with his customers. It wouldn’t have been as bad if his handwriting was legible.

I will not punch my 2 year old. I will not punch my 2 year old. I will not...

Psalm 4:7 – You have put more joy in my heart than they have when their grain and wine abound.

             Joel is a maniac. That kid never stops. Over the past year he has gained 1 pound. We feed him very well and he eats every bite at every meal whether he wants to or not but he is as skinny as a rail. It’s because he exists at about 130mph. When things were at their worst he was the hardest for me to deal with. I’m not entirely sure why but I did not get along well with him when he was a baby. I think that I was scared because he was so small (3 pounds at birth). I know it was in part due to the fact that I was so selfish. Most of the hospital trips and health issues belonged to Joel for the first 2 years of their lives. It angered me that he was the source of so much turmoil for our family. I knew better than to think that I could place blame on an infant, but I needed an outlet and as much as it shames me to admit it now, I chose to resent him.

My best friend's a chick.

“Do you love me?”

“I think so, why?”

“Will you go to the grocery store for me?”

     I sure am glad we have such a healthy relationship founded on all things good and beautiful.

Introduction

“I wouldn’t over think this is if I were you.”

“Have you met me?”

     That was our conversation concerning a book vs. blog as an outlet for all my nuttiness. I decided that a blog is much more along the lines of my commitment level. See I think blogs are really self-indulgent most of the time. I feel that they feed our voyeuristic society and contribute to our time-wastery (the fine art of spending hours or days at a time engaged in an activity on the internet that does not contribute to society in any measureable amount). So I feel that it is only appropriate that the first thing I address in a new blog is my general distaste with all things blogish.