5 posts tagged “children”
~ Bill Clinton"We just have to slow down our economy and cut back our greenhouse gas emissions 'cause we have to save the planet for our grandchildren."
Miranda went into labor Tuesday morning, and after the last minute frantic rushing around the apartment, we headed off to the hospital, and the kids headed off to grandma's house. We arrived at the hospital around 10 am.Our first two children only required three or four hours of labor so I thought that we would be holding our baby early in the afternoon.
Lunchtime came, and my wife and the nurses chased me off to find some food. I ate and returned to my wife's side where we waited, and waited, and waited. (Well I waited, she admittedly, had a slightly more difficult time than I.) Dinner time came and went, and like a fool I thought: "Can't be that much longer, I'll just eat later."
Ten o'clock. Midnight. We went through three shifts of nurses, that day/night/morning. 2 am, Miranda and I are both exhausted, (again, she much more than I). The newest nurse and I are sitting on opposite sides of the hospital bed encouraging, and supporting my wife. At this point she would have a really strong contraction for a minute or two, the immeadatly begin snoring between them. The nurse and I would laugh, (only when my wife was asleep of course), this was one bull-headed baby!
Every nurse that made a prediction insisted it would be a girl, due to the faster heart rate and stubborn nature of the child. I said if I were the baby, I wouldn't want to come yet either, it's just too darn cold outside! The newest member of our family was finally born this morning around 3 o'clock.
A healthy baby boy!
Ezra Justus
8 lbs. 5 oz.
My wife is happy that the baby is out of her tummy and is recovering quite nicely. My oldest son and daughter love their new little brother to death. I will post some pictures, hopefully by the end of the week or this weekend, depending on when I get some time.
Newborn induced insomnia here I come!
It's almost impossible for me to do many creative things with two kids running around my house. I try to write as often as I can but it's hard to focus when the kids cry or throw toys at your head. By the time they go to bed I'm tired too, and my motivation level is dragging on the ground. However, my family comes first, so I will plan on doing a crap load of artistic projects when they get older.
Unless I get creative constipation...
Pizza Hut is evil.
That's what CCFC (Campaign for a Commercial-Free Childhood) would have you believe.
"The advocacy coalition
wants Book It out of schools because it promotes bad eating
habits, uses schools to market a corporate product directly to
students, and is educationally counterproductive by undermining
their interest in reading."
When I was much younger, I took part in this program. I'm still reading (quite a lot in fact), not obese, and haven't been brainwashed into eating at Pizza Hut every week. I understand the goals of this CCFC, but aren't there higher priorities for your energy. Is Book IT! really so evil. I hate commercials more than most people, I simply won't watch or listen too them if I don't have to, but do they really believe they can remove all advertisements from children's lives?
I think the Book It! program does encourage kids to read, especially younger children. Most young kids simply don't get the education for education's sake argument; that happens in high school and college.
Incentives work.
I could write pages and pages on this, but I'm more interested in what you think, please tell me with your comments.
Last night Ethan, my brilliant son, discovered the Cayenne pepper in the spice rack. Of course he decided to anoint himself with it. I didn't think I've ever heard a more bloodcurdling noise come from man or beast in my life. Then I threw him (not literally) into the shower and I was proven wrong. (He HATES showers.) I had to wrestle with him and hold him down just to get his eyes washed out.
After he was decontaminated it was back to the kitchen.
"No, no; Owie eyes." I said, pointing to the spice rack.
"Owie eyes?" Ethan whispered.
"Owie eyes." I confirmed. "No, no; owie eyes, SHOWER!"
"No, no. Shower, no no!"
He is more scared of getting another shower than of getting pepper in his eyes again.
But hey, whatever works.
One more hard life lesson learned...
