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Should I let my 7 week old "cry it out" to go to sleep?

I served this to my husband the other morning. Eggs poached in a creamy cheese sauce served on bacon and toast. He liked it, of course. Here's my little secret though, the eggs alone had 20 grams of fat each. That doesn't count the bacon and toast. He doesn't know this detail and ate two. Should I up his life insurance?

Book Club this month

One. If you aren't coming to book club, you should consider it. We have a blast and it is a great mind improvement activity. You know, if you're into that sort of thing.

Two. Read Hannah Coulter. Seriously. I loved it. And I read it in three days. (And I have a 3 year old, a 22 month old and a 1 month old, so you can read it.)


Have you ever read a book written as if by a woman narrator and the author is a MAN, but you wonder. Hmmm. How did he peg womanhood so spot on? How can HE know that?

Wendell Berry talks about the membership of the small town where this book takes place. Membership is like community, but we don't have many (or any?) instances of this in our present time. Or place. Is this something that can only occur in a country or rural setting? Where everyone has needs? Or do we urbanites also have needs? Think about your own independence and what it does to community. Port William was a place of Knowledge. Love. Compassion. Imagination.

"Kindness kept us alive. It made us think of each other. I could think of myself, of course, with no trouble at all. Justly enough, I could feel sorry for myself. I was a young wife who had been married going on four years, and I had not yet lived a full year with my husband. And now perhaps, possibly, very likely, almost certainly, my husband was dead. Perhaps, possibly, very likely, almost certainly, I was a widow with child by a man now dead, and this child of my love living inside me had become half an orphan before it could be born. . . .
Love held us. Kindness held us. We were suffering what we were living by."

Marriage. Hannah talks about how her marriage was long enough to have the troubles that the vows foresaw. That often their own sense of loneliness drove them into arguments. For it was better to at least be talking mad than not talking at all. And do husbands really think, if you can't get her hot, get her mad? It reminds me of God talking to His people and telling us to be either hot or cold, but don't be lukewarm. Apathy is the surest killer of faith and marriage. And possibly many other things.

If I could be a child in Heaven.

I would play on the floor while I smell supper cooking.

I would run and jump and crawl and wrestle. And never get sore. Or tired.

I would be a deep sea diver in the bath tub.

I would make bubble wonderlands.

I would mismatch my socks and put my shoes on the wrong feet. And be proud that I put them on myself.

I would be silly at the table. And burp out loud even when company comes. Because I don't know to be ashamed and it just feels good.

I would blow bubbles in my milk with a straw.

I would build sand castles with moats.

I would sleep on a pile of cozy blankets in a closet.

I would play imagination games with my bestest friends and siblings and cousins all morning long.

I would take three hour naps every day.

I would change my outfit at least four times a day just to wear all the prettiest dresses.

And I would twirl in them.

What would you do?

When I am a Newborn. . .

I will love falling asleep while eating.

And falling asleep anytime I want. Anyplace.

I will appreciate that I never get a crick in my neck despite sleeping anywhere.

It will be so fun to see people delight in me.

Wouldn't it feel good to have someone smell the top of your head and kiss you all day long?

I will love curling up in someone's arms.

I will want to be sung to and rocked and adored.

bath funhouse

My sweet girls

Praise the Lord, my baby is sooo sweet and calm and amazing. She just goes with the flow, likes her bed and sleeps. A lot. Yay!! So, tonight, JG was playing with NM and she filled her diaper. He and I were having a good chuckle over the funny noise she made filling the diaper. We got to laughing pretty hard. EG was in the bathroom using the potty with the help of her daddy and as soon as she heard me and JG laughing, she starts laughing too and insists on getting down so she can run into the room where we are and join in the laughter. Then, when it seemed the humor had died down, she proceeded to run from mommy to daddy and fake laugh until she got us laughing again. Oh, my darling children. I love them so. I got a great picture of the three of them the other day. I'll try to post it soon.