Life in the Land of Burps and Farts: I've Got You...Under My Skin....

Monday, September 15, 2008

I've Got You...Under My Skin....

Sarah Palin.
AWESOME. I am fascinated by this woman. She has renewed my excitement over this election. Which, honestly? Faded out about 2 years ago. Hasn't this been the longest, most drawn out, ridiculous presidential race in the history of the world!? Good grief. And just as I was counting down the days until it was all over, they introduce this MOM from Alaska with 5 kids, one of whom she's still breastfeeding. I am so intrigued by her and so excited to see where this election goes now. At this point, I choose not to weigh in on the whole "is she doing right by her family" argument that has popped up on some of the blogs. I struggle with it when I think too hard on the subject. I really do believe that a mommy's place is in the home...and yet I wonder if by taking this mommy out of her home the world might change. Even just a little. And wouldn't that be nice.

AIG. Lehman Brothers. And all those other guys.
Um...WHAT?! Aren't these investment bankers supposed to be, like, the smartest people in the world? How do you not see this all coming? More importantly, what does it mean when the stock market is in a steady nose dive, the investment banks are failing, and everyone is filing bankruptcy? And even worse...what does it mean when the guy who very well could be president is going to mess everyone's investments up even more by raising the capital gains tax to nearly 30%?! In the interest of full disclosure, I know nothing about this stuff. But I watch enough business news to know that things are NOT GOOD right now...and it seems like they're only going to get worse before they get better. Is it selfish to think that it's okay (at least a little bit okay) that the housing market is in the TANK because maybe this means it will be easier for us to buy a house. Am I trampling all over someone else's dreams with my own? I don't know. And does it even matter because the entire economy is in the tank anyway?

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Not too exciting today, I know. More to come. Next time: The big 2nd birthday. And the surprise visitor we had at the park!

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Burpers & Farters

Tim
My darling husband who makes every day better, every load lighter, every struggle easier, and every joke funnier. I've had the privilege of being his wife since July 2005. Of all the people I know, he is the kindest, the smartest, the most generous, and the most faith-filled. To say that I am blessed to be his wife is a severe understatement.

He can burp really loud. It's disgusting.

Christopher Phillip.
Our precious son who was born to us in September 2006. In many ways he is more like his dad than like me, although physically speaking he is a true combination.

He quickly filled the role of the loudest burper and farter in the house - and it's actually cute because it always makes him laugh. He once had a fart so big that it knocked him right over. I have to admit - it makes me laugh too.

Jacob Benjamin.
Our littlest one made his appearance on May 22, 2008, promptly at 8:00am. Weighing in at a full 2.5 lbs less than his older brother, he looked more like Tim as a newborn than Christopher. The more he grows, though, the more similarities I see.

One similarity, of course, is the ferocity of the bodily functions. He had big shoes to fill in this department, and is doing so quite well.

Nathaniel Ambrose.

A perfect combination of his two older brothers, Nate entered the world looking exactly like Chris but sized precisely like Jake. He came out squawking (and peeing all over the operating room) at 1:10pm on November 12, 2009. A mere 7lbs, 14oz (21 inches) he's my smallest one yet...but I know it won't be long until he's tackling those older brothers. There's a little spark in his eye that tells me he'll be just as much of a trouble maker as the other two.

Being the only female inhabitant of this house, I do recognize (and take quite seriously) my task of raising gentlemen in a world where good role-models are nearly impossible to find. But I also recognize the one thing that takes the seriousness out of it all - boys will be boys. And I am blessed to live among them.