Thursday, February 25, 2010

Pick a little, talk a little

Yesterday, Ash started talking. She's made noises before, but yesterday she just started going off, a constant stream of squeaks and "ahs!" It's very cute.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Latch for your life!

This evening, Ash sucked on her bottle so hard that when she let go, the air pressure differential sucked the nipple into the bottle.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Religious thought of the day

When we came to Earth, we were given agency. I've always understood that to be a sacred right, but it occurred to me that while we were given agency, we weren't given a whole lot.

Agency is synonymous with power. Here on Earth, we have the power or agency to control our response to a situation, but that's about it. We don't have the power to stop natural disasters, and we can't choose not to have other people affect us. In short, we have agency, but only a little. A training amount, you might say.

When Satan offered to guarantee our return to heaven by taking our agency, what he really wanted was to be the only one with agency. In other words, the only one with power. Maybe that's obvious, but it just clicked for me today.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010


Sunday night, we went to a Valentine's Day party and my sister and bro-in-law's house. We had a great time with tons of good food and chocolate and games.

In one of the games, we randomly drew two words. One was romantic, one was not. From these two words, we had to write a poem. Here were the entries:

I may never shower, or wash off my feet,
I may not change diapers that well,
I may never take out the trash to the street,
But I will buy you roses to cover the smell.

My heart is like a shovel,
I dig you every day.
I will love you forever,
And every day I'll say:
That you are like a feather,
Soft and oh-so-sweet.
That you smell sweet like heather,
A small that can't be beat,
That I value you as leather,
And I'll always love you so,
Yes, you are like a shovel:
Buried deep so love can grow.

I love you more than chocolate milk,
I lov you more than satiny silk.
I love you more than gummy bears,
I love yoiu more than well-trimmed nose hairs.
I love you more than candy bars,
I love you more than all the stars.

You are my sweetheart, you're like a spider,
Cause you do so much work, and I love you.
You are my mom and I love you more than chocolate,
You are the love of my life and I hope you will love me too.

My darling [NAME] with the beautiful face,
I think it strange when you dress in lace.
And when your robot comes to sup,
And you give him silverware and a cup.
And I find it odd when you sing in the car,
Or do a jig on top of our bar,
And when you stand upon your head,
Or sleep upside down upon the bed.
But despite how strange you may appear,
You're the one I love, my dear.

Our wedding was better
Than if I had won the Football National Championships
And had been awarded the Heisman Trophy award.

Love is,
in the things you do.
When you do the dishes,
When we walk, just us two.
And your many sweet kisses.
Love is: you.

It's one thing I will always miss, our walks on the beach so sandy.
The sweetness of your kiss is like the taste of candy,
You bring such color to life like jelly beans in a box,
My dear little wife, you are such a fox.