"The poorest, the weakest, the simplest child, is born for immortality. This value outweighs the entire material universe, no matter how small a mark this child makes on it. The tiniest infant owns a deathless intellect, and is as immortal as the Father of spirits. No one can tell what this child will become."

~ A Prebyterian Pastor who died in 1873


"And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise."

~ (Deuteronomy 6:6-7)

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

My Kryptonite


This morning as Stuart was making the bed and I was putting on my make-up, Jack was "on his blanket playing" or so we thought...


We were going on with our normal morning routine when I heard "PSSSSSST (or however you would describe TV static) and then JACK!!!! NO!!!!."


Jack had crawled over to the TV, reached up and yanked out our TIVO antenna, in case you don't know how much I LOVE TIVO let me tell you, I LOVE TIVO Love Love L-O-V-E. When I was telling my sister the story in our typical morning gmail chat she said "Oh he knows how to cut straight to the core of you." and Stuart said "Yep he knows how to get his mommy." It wasn't until then when I thought of the possible ramifications that could have come had Stuart not fixed the problem immediately, how would I know what Dr. Phil was about or who was appearing on Oprah or that I might miss 'So You Think You Can Dance.' Yes, I know that comes on at night but Stu won't let me watch it so I have to catch up the next day.


I remembered back to when I was growing up and it never failed that my sisters and I would break the most expensive and moms most favorite breakable. And because of us she "never had anything nice." We ALWAYS broke her most favorite breakable... So as Jack grows up I am going to make an effort NOT to have a favorite breakable (which is hard) or a 'KRYPTONITE" because there are antiques and lovely breakables all over our home, but I will not become attached to any of them as I know the second I do they will be doomed to a fate of destruction. If I do become attached I will have to make sure the object of my affection is rubber, foam, or plastic and Teflon coated.


My friend Rachel said "Once they become mobile it's a whole new ball game." and truer words have never been spoken. It's as if in a matter of days our lives have changed to the next inevitable stage, not sure we were ready but as I said it was inevitable and we will adjust. So here is to our mover and shaker and to all the things that will be broken.
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Anonymous said...

Good Luck!!!

James and I were having this conversation the other day. We were talking about buying new furniture. I said "what's the point? There is no point in having anything nice when we still have kids living in the house" They some how manage to destroy every little thing. But, the good thing is, you can look at each scratch, broken piece and messy fingerprint with love knowing that it was a memory you will keep forever!

PS... I've been thinking about a time when we can get together. You work 5 days? I have a baby shower this Saturday and our T ball party but maybe one Saturday morning, You and Jack can come over for a playdate!

June 2, 2009 at 5:55 PM

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