Thursday, March 21, 2013

Birth Announcement

We're sending out birth announcements. You know, now that she's almost three months old. For those of you who didn't get a physical copy:
Photo Card
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Monday, March 11, 2013

Random Smattering

Thoughts from the past week or so:
  • Between my son's three compulsory trips to the hall and the celebrity plastic surgeon at the back of the chapel, I'm pretty sure members of our ward didn't get a whole lot out of Sacrament Meeting on Sunday.
  • I didn't know front blowouts were a thing until having a girl. Who knew?
  • The more I live outside the Mormon bubble, the more that politics of every stripe injected into talks and lessons at church drive me nuts (even when I agree with the politics being advocated). I think those discussions can be productive in a one-on-one conversation or in small groups outside of church, especially as a way of seeing another person's point of view, but pronouncing politics as doctrine over the pulpit is just going to alienate a lot of people.
  • On a whim, I asked Joseph what he wanted to be when he grew up. His answer: "Grubby."
  • Young women today are getting some seriously mixed messages. Planning your wedding in high school and having a baby in your 20s are now feminist achievements, but you should probably be ashamed of wanting a boyfriend, and marriage might just kill your potential. Oh, and being a stay-at-home husband (without kids) is totally cool, but being a stay-at-home mom isn't a valid career choice.
  • If you want a frighteningly accurate idea of what you sound like to your toddler, just listen at the door while he's playing by himself.
  • A Facebook friend recently posted about a town that was considering mandating the ownership of guns and ammunition within the town limits. Isn't forcing someone to own a gun just as wrong as forcing someone to not own a gun?
  • Going to Walmart on a Saturday afternoon is always a bad idea. It's nice to know that no matter where you go in the world some things remain constant
  • My two-year-old may have had to go to bed 30 minutes early, but he made it there alive. And that's what's important.