Memory Lane
First, I want to highlight an excellent post by one of my old college friends. Isn’t facebook weird? I knew Eva my senior year. She was a freshman, so I didn’t know her well (esp since I was student teaching the first semester), but we did hang out in the same general group. I always thought she was a lot of fun and knew she was smart, but didn’t realize she was brilliant. Brilliance was not a requirement for admission at our small little Christian college. In fact, it was quite rare. The school was the best place for me and gave me a very safe place to get to know myself, but it was not exactly prestigious or challenging.
Anyway, Eva now has a Ph. D. in something science based (I remember reading about it a few years ago in our alumni newsletter) and has tackled a big issue: Evolution from a Christian perspective. I know a few of you would find it really interesting, so I’m posting the link here. I gave her the link to this blog a few weeks ago since I felt kind of guilty for lurking around a sort-of-IRL person’s blog.
It is uncanny how similar our views are on things, since our views are mostly completely opposite from the views of our conservative Christian college. Of course, the main difference is that I am not longer a Christian. I grappled with several issues for years, but in the end I came out on the side of “there is no God, at least not as identified by any religion I know.”
If I were still a Christian, this post explains what I would believe. Heck, it was what I did believe for a long time, though I never could have stated it so intelligently.
Well, wasn’t that just a little walk down memory lane. Or something.
Anyway, we had a nice weekend, sort of. It was absolutely gorgeous weather out, but Mike and I were both queasy. I think Mike had food poisoning, not the stomach flu. We did manage to each take a two hour shift at various parks in the area. Poor kid needed some sunshine and exercise.
I was actually feeling pretty good on Saturday until I made banana bread. The first slice was so good I had to try a second. That’s when things went very, very wrong.
Just what you all want to hear about.
Tomorrow Erik starts his weekly lunch bunch at school. I don’t know exactly what it is all about, but I know I pay extra and take him an hour early every Monday with a packed lunch. I was looking at the sign up sheet and noticed it was all boys. I couldn’t help but laugh. All us boy mamas have to get our kids out of the house.
I feel kind of guilty about that, but then I see all the arts and crafts and things that my friends with girls do with their kids. They are able to sit at a table and glue things or color or paint for awhile and have a nice, calm time. I guess. I don’t really know how that works. There is rarely a calm moment in our house. When I try to get him to do arts and crafts, he wants me to sit and draw or color or whatever, while he goes and watches TV. Not exactly what I’m going for.
I have made a new commitment to myself to limit his TV time. It requires me getting off my ass and going down in the basement. I limit the number of toys upstairs, so the basement is like a kid’s dreamland of toys. He’d really rather just sit on me all day and use me as his personal jungle gym. This weekend I’ve spent a lot more time in the basement and he has spent a lot more time playing with his toys. I’ve got to keep it up.
I also have to order a cake this week! Yikes! His birthday party has snuck up on me, even though we’ve been talking about it for a <s>month</s> year. I just hope next weekend is as glorious as this weekend. Or at the very last, I hope it’s not raining. We have ten confirmed kids counting siblings. We’re doing it at a park, so at least we don’t have to clean up the house.