Thursday, November 30, 2006


Way to go for refusing the formula! You caught me in a millisecond of weakness, but proved yourself a true BoobyBaby! I promise I'll never eat ice cream again!

And a happy first Thanksgiving (and Halloween, since I never posted those pictures)...




Napping with daddy on Thanksgiving

The family camping, Thanksgiving

Little Boo on Thanksgiving friday

Yes, it's posed...

And finally, Daddy and Baby swingin'

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Life lesson number 2: Second chances, forgiveness, human nature...

Today, while Jakob was napping, I got all excited and did a little housework (I'm sure Granny will be excited, too). I reran the dishwasher (it didn't do a good job the first time, grr), did some baby laundry, swept the kitchen, and vacuumed.

As I was vacuuming, I came upon two pieces of purple thread. Now, this vacuum cleaner SUCKS, in the best way possible, so they came up with no problem. But still, I was reminded of a line in an email I received a few months ago about human nature.

"Isn't it funny that we will go over one piece of thread with a vacuum cleaner FIVE TIMES, then pick it up and look at it, and THEN put it back down to give the vacuum cleaner OOONE more chance?"

And as I thought about this quirk of human nature, I realized the irony. Get ready now, this next line was a Big Moment for me!

Isn't it funny how, in this day and age, we humans have more faith in a vacuum cleaner (or other inanimate object) than other humans? How many chances do we give our inanimate objects to perform their tasks correctly (see above: Sunny REruns dishes in dishwasher), while giving fellow humans only one chance (if that) before giving up and labeling them as failures.


Jakob, here is what I want you to take from this today.

Human nature says: "Fool me once, it's your fault... fool me twice, it's mine."

But the Bible says (as Sunny busts out her not-as-cool-as-Kris's-new-Bible Hardcover-Edition-Study-Bible):

Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?
Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven.
(Matthew 18:21-22 KJV)

(and of course, I have to include the notes at the bottom, because they are SO cool)

'The rabbis taught that people should forgive those who offend them three times. Peter, trying to be especially generous, asked Jesus if seven (the "perfect" number) was enough times to forgive someone. But Jesus answered, "Seventy times seven" (the number of eternity), meaning that we shouldn't even keep track of how many times we forgive someone. We should always forgive those who are truly repentant, no matter how many times they ask.'

So Jakob... always remember... if the vacuum cleaner needs more than one chance to pick up the thread, Jesus says that you have to go over it 490 times.


Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Monthly Love Letter: Month One

To my Boudreaux, aka Jakob...

On Monday you were four weeks old, and tomorrow you'll be a month old. Wow, what a month it's been! I can't believe I'm still alive!

From the day you were born, you were crazy wide-eyed. You just wanted to see everything going on around you, all the time. You could lock eyes with someone that was holding you, and follow them when they moved. But no matter who was holding you, you already knew Mama & Daddy's voices, and whenever we spoke, you would do everything in your power to look at us, even though they said you could only see 10 inches away. I remember one day specifically when Granny was holding you against her chest, and Daddy walked up behind you. He started talking to you, and you lifted up your entire head and turned it aaaalllll the way around and looked right into his eyes and smiled. Now, you're not supposed to be able to do any of that yet, so keep it on the DL, or the government might try to steal you for experiments. We know you can hold your head up for a full minute, and that you smile when people talk to you, and that you can push yourself up with your hands for a few seconds at a time... and that you've been doing it since you popped out, no less! But there's no need to spread the news, the secret's safe with us.

When we're here alone during the day, I don't talk to you so much. I didn't talk to the dog much, either, during his first few months of life... but as he started responding, I started having conversations with him. It'll come... but for now, I'm sure you enjoy the fact that you can at least have SOME quiet time... because when Granny gets home, she talks to you enough for all three of us! Maybe that's why you have trouble falling asleep at night... is she overstimulating you?

Speaking of sleep... Sleep, oh precious sleep... your first night home was horrible, because I AM SO SORRY, I DID NOT KNOW YOU HATED FOR ME TO DRINK MILK! But now we know. Your first three weeks were wonderful... there were even a few nights where you slept 5-6 hours at a time and woke up for just a second to eat, and nodded off again. But something happened this past Monday, and I don't know what it was. Once it gets close to sleepy-time (as soon as it gets dark), you start fighting. You have a clean diaper, you've just eaten or sometimes you just refuse to eat, there's nothing hurting you or poking you, you've been given gas drops and burped, we've rocked you and rocked you and walked miles around the house with you, we've held you in 20 different positions... and yet you're still wailing. You'll cry and cry and cry until Daddy gives up and rolls over to try and sleep. Then you'll cry some more. You'll scream and arch your back and kick your feet and scream some more... until I just want to scream myself and throw something across a room (not you, of course) and pull all of my hair out.

And then, all of a sudden, you'll stop. And you'll look up at me with those big gray-green-brown eyes. And I'll lay you against my chest, and you'll fall right to sleep. And Boo, feeling you fall asleep on my chest makes every minute of that screaming just fade away... and then it's just us there, with the sound of your breathing in my ear, just the way it should be. I don't know about you, but there's no place in the world I'd rather be...