3 for a dime, 2 for a nickel

I was so proud of my brother yesterday—he peacefully submitted to the sacrifice of his hard-earned summer Saturday upon the Altar of Grandparents. While I helped Nana put up 8 quarts of peaches (dear me, the amount of sugar God put into that fruit…just amazing) Mike watched V, which is no small task. The little darling wants to “walk” everywhere, all the time, but requires an adult hand to help him along. This is tiresome.

Anyhow. After all that fun was done, we headed to the other grandparents’ for a birthday party, complete with doggies, tomato harvest, and a ride in Big Daddy’s chair. Full days, man. I’m just fried at the end of every single one of them. Whew.

Parenting by Me

Once again, I have only limited communicatory abilities at my disposal, but I feel compelled to imitate a bit and give my thoughts on parenting. Thanks for the inspiration, Sheels (see, you do have a nickname!). :)

My firm and steadfast childrearing principles:

1. Never let your baby eat prescription medicine, spiders, or toothpaste. Caffeine, dirt, cow milk, and paper are ok.

2. Carry your baby until it is too dangerous to do so, because he is so strong and fast he can twist out of even the most loving grasp before you realize it. Alternatively, carry him until he is too heavy. If he really loves you, he’ll figure out a way to follow you around the house on his own.

3. Baby toys are fun because they make appealing noises when smacked against a non-toy surface, such as the table or TV. Only buy one or two, because you will always have a neighbor giving you loads of crap because she’s “done, done, done” having babies of her own. These do not need to be natural, dye-free, or hypo-anything. Your baby doesn’t care.

4. Allergies (with several obvious and deadly exceptions) are silly.

5. Trust your dentist before you trust your pediatrician. He’s probably a better parent than she is, anyhow.

6. The benefits of co-sleeping are: more sleep for mommy, more sleep for mommy, and more sleep for mommy.

Me vs. The Relativists: continued

Sorry for the long no-post. Times change, plans alter, etc etc. I'm home with family for a couple weeks, then off to The Great Wedding in Oklahoma. You never know where I'm going to turn up, eh?

So school continues to be interesting. I like the freedom of schedule that online classes afford, but I'm starting to sense a real evil embedded in the system. Namely, I have to spend soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much time reading the comments and thoughts of classmates (which may or may not be useless, some of these people are men after my own heart), that I don't have the time to read packet materials. I was told to expect 10 hours per week per class, but I had no idea that meant 9 hours reading message board nonsense, and 1 hour cramming in all these modernist articles.

Ah me. Don't expect scads of blogging for the next, oh, ten years or so.

Well, cripes.

Went to start my first assignment this afternoon, which happens to be a précis of my research intent for the class, and lo and behold.

After two peaceful, unpestered years.

The unthinkable happened.

The entire heading format, to include date and assignment title, wafted across my synapses, complete with the crinkle of vade mecum in my ears.  Gasp.  It’s happening to me!!  I’m turning back into a student!  Help!

Revisionista

So, if I am to fit in to this broad academic world I’ve put myself back in (why I did so isn’t readily coming to mind at the moment), I must toss aside a number of antiquated notions I possess.  Among them are:

1. Absolute Truth exists

2. God exists

3. Marx was an idiot

4. There is, in fact, such a thing as the “right answer”

5. Hegel was an idiot

 

It turns out, real academes are firmly of the opinion that no one can have a firm opinion about history, because no one can look at history objectively.  This much, I agree with—one cannot conduct a totally unbiased survey of the past.  However, I got no issues with deciding that the Judeo-Christian survey is the best one.  My professors would beg to differ.

Sorry 'Bout Dat

So, perhaps I shouldn't just go posting when I happen to have a spare moment and thought. Something sad and depressing might get left at the top of the blog. Here's something much happier and enjoyable to be left at the top of the blog: