Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Encouraging Day

Today, was an encouraging day.

I read a little something that encouraged me in my decision to go the route of traditional [early] potty training.

Not that I was planning on changing my mind. But more so that I no longer feeling that I need to be embarrassed by it.

Or that it is "weird" or "crazy".

I mean, I'm not the one that is unusual. Early potty training is the global and historical norm.

So anyway, it was nice to get a little encouragement and affirmation.

Encouraging thing number two:

Damien went in the potty four times today.

He pooped once, and all the other times I put him on the potty (three) he peed in it as soon as I set him down. Even though I wasn't trying to catch his pees.

So it would appear that he definitely gets what it's for. And has at least some control over his elimination functions.

Encouraging thing number three:

I read to Damien from the Bible today for the first time in quite a while.

And it made him stop fussing.

Mr. wiggle worm himself relaxed on my lap listening to me read the Psalms.

And it just made me smile.


On a side note, I got flowers. From a ship. And a text message.

It's the little things.

Damien is 3 months, 3 weeks old (16 weeks)

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Stone Upon Stone

"The world has many stately palaces and great cathedrals that tower in their loveliness high above the humble dwellings around them, and their beauty and wonder are the delight of our eyes. We look up at their high walls, their gilded roofs, their slender spires pointing to the sky; we admire the great strength and delicate tracery of their stonework, and whether in sunshine or under the stars, they stand out as monuments of what the mind of man has power to plan and his hands have skill to fashion.
But the foundations on which these buildings rest are hidden from our eyes, buried deep down in the darkness. Yet though unseen and seldom thought of, in every case there has been the patient laying of stone upon stone, without which the stately building could never have been reared.
It is much the same with the great lives which tower above the ordinary ones around us. Here and there we note them; we mark the noble deed, the courage, the heroism, the flash of genius, the habit of self-sacrifice, but we are apt to forget that all this did not come into being suddenly, that in each case there was a long time of preparation, a patient laying of foundations in the years of childhood, act by act, as stone is laid upon stone, before it was known what manner of life would be built up.
"When They Were Children", Amy Steedman