Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Hubby did it again! PPI: Perfect Parenting Implementation.
Roll back to the other day. Another trip to Target Eye Center to bend back son’s glasses into a shape that would actually fit his head. He’s learning, SLOWLY, to take care of the specs. But, when the call goes out to don a Power Ranger’s helmet or Spiderman mask, more often than not the blue frames find their way to the floor, and one ninja battle later they morph into a wire pretzel.
That night, son was acting up at the table and was sent to his room, where he threw the mother of all temper tantrums. Tucking him in that night (after cool down, tears and hugs), he reached under his pillow and handed me his glasses, in three pieces. It didn’t take special powers to know they were beyond repair. He said he was sorry and admitted to destroying them on purpose.
My initial reaction was to pitch a fit. For cryin’ out loud do you know how much that's gonna cost?! I was exhausted mentally and physically. His tantrum coupled with his sister’s crying over something else earlier had beaten me down. It was the end of a long day, and I just wanted the kids in bed so I could have a few minutes of peace and a glass of wine. However, I kept the volcano inside, and went to find Hubby. I confronted him first with, “He told me the truth...” Then, I displayed the fragments of son’s glasses.
Hubby was upset but calm as he laid out a course of action for us to take. Son was to determine the days he would NOT be playing video games and playing with friends. Then, he would get an extra day given back for telling the truth. Hubby went to son, explained the deal and that was that.
It was like seeing an Ezzo book spring to life! You ALWAYS know what to do when you’re calm and reading the blueprints, but when the situation hits you squarely in the face with adrenaline pulsing, can you do it? You know the best course for you and your kid, but you’re tired, angry and they make such easy targets. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t “haul off” on my kids, but sometimes it’s easier to explode than to breathe and think it through before reacting.
Hubby was PPI! He perfectly implemented the parenting technique in textbook style. It was beauty to behold.
And next time? Well, for me, leaving the room helped. Seems to me that distance in the face of imminent eruption works well. I’ll try to remember that the next time something happens, because something WILL happen again, and again, and again…sigh.
UPDATE: His new glasses came in. We'll pick them up tomorrow. Son promised to take care of them, then added, "I will hit the pillow instead." Good idea.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
So, Hubby and I went to see Ben Stein’s new doc, “Expelled.”
One word: BRILLIANT!
One word: BRILLIANT!
This is a must-see movie. It will make you think, it will make you laugh, and it will scare the tater tots out of you.
The film basically shows how Darwinism has overtaken the world’s scientific community to an almost fanatic level. Scientists who question the validity of evolution are “expelled” from the society. Those foolish enough to mention Intelligent Design (ID), let alone Creationism, are fired, blacklisted, denied tenure, sent threatening emails, you name it, he or she endures it.
Ben Stein is typical Ben Stein, traipsing around Paris or Seattle with his trademark suit, tie, and tennis shoes. He is witty, direct and refreshingly humble. He probes the world’s greatest minds with respect and unwavering purpose to seek out their viewpoints. They are surprisingly and sometimes frighteningly candid (depending upon which side of the debate you raise your flag).
Throughout the film there is Ben Stein’s dry humor and drier voice, making you believe for tiny bits of time that you’re just watching another show on Comedy Central. A quick laugh, then wham!, he hits you with reality: how this debate ultimately affects our society and the attitudes of the next generation.
If you think you’ve got it covered, if you think you’re cool with your own position on the matter and you don’t need this movie, THINK AGAIN. Ben Stein manages to expose some unbelievable truths that will rock the ground you feel firm standing upon.
Go see this movie. Get rocked.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
- After you see a piano fall off the balcony, you never again sit easy in the first row.
- ...all tucked in and combed out like a Kindergartner on the first day of school.
- Rolls-Royce...continues its glamourous and flamboyant traditions--big and bazoomy, yet somehow stately, even while knocking over a cocktail table or two during a flashy entrance.
- The lights went dim in GM's rear-wheel drive department about the time Saddam Hussein took over Iraq. It's been hell in a hatbox ever since.
- ...was a long black purring, floating, unhurried, unstoppable six-volt time traveler from the Tommy Dorsey era.
- Glaciers that were ducking and running from Southern California about two million years ago left behind a deep thumbprint in the jagged desert backcountry...
- My how you've grown, Accord! You were just a cute little three-door when you were born. Now you're 32 and crowding the ends of the garage.
- The elasticity of "all new" gets a test here, as Ford stretches the words to surround this large font-drive sedan, known previously as the Five Hundred.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
It's difficult to imagine moving away from North Carolina where the gettin's 'bout as good as it gets. Affordable housing, the world at your fingertips, great schools, no pollution, police protection, clean drinking water, hot baths!
Needless to say, Gwenn and Nick have been questioned about the sanity and safety of their plan.
Every time you follow God's plan for your life there will be people who question it. Not out of ill will for you, I believe, but to test you, to try your commitment to God's will, even when His direction seems ludicrous to the outside world. Maybe even God puts those people in your life, so you and He will know for sure you are up to the task He's placed before you.
We faced similar circumstances when we moved to NC from California. We left the idyllic San Francisco Bay Area with its rich culture, big city advantages, gorgeous ocean vistas, ancient redwood forests, et al. From that viewpoint many die hard Bay Areans were shocked for us to move to "moonshine country." (Which is not true at all, the ocean and mountains are just as beautiful on this coast, and the Triangle is wonderfully culturally and ethnically diverse.)
The others in our lives, those who understand that it is possible to live outside of California and still enjoy life, also questioned our sanity. I was 6 months pregnant with my son, my daughter was 16 months old, neither of us had a job, we hadn't yet sold our $3,000/month albatross of a house ("What a dump!"--said like Bette Davis), we had no home in NC, all of our savings was in retirement accounts, and we knew not one soul in NC.
With all that, there was absolutely no reason for us to move. And, people questioned it. Rightfully so. And yet, we knew it was the thing to do. We knew God wanted this path, this life for us. There is a reason we left friends and family in California and moved to NC.
And, five years later we are still waiting for an answer.
Things haven't gone the way we envisioned, and we don't have a clear picture of what we're doing here. But for now, God wants us here. So, we will stay and pray for further direction.
I understand a tiny bit of what Gwenn and Nick are going through in their move to Haiti. They are making a much more drastic and severe change than we have, yet I know the feeling. People will throw all sorts of stuff at you, questions, concerns, other ideas, and most are coming from a truly genuine intent to help you. In a way they do, because every time you question your choice and you come back to the same conclusion, that conclusion is verified: you know you're following God's will.
So, when God tells you to do something, you need to do it regardless of what people say. Reference Moses, Job, Jonah--yikes, too many to name-- but you get the picture. Your answer to those who question your plans shows that you're on the right path, or the wrong one.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
She's taken a decline recently and needs an in-home caregiver 7 days a week. What she lacks mentally she makes up for physically. She's as healthy as ever, even with broken ribs from osteoporosis, and she's quite feisty and independent--as she's always been. Granny only lost her driver's license last year, and still lives in the same house she bought as a new bride.
Hubby asked, "Can you imagine buying a 30-year-old house and then living in it for 75 years?" Hard to contemplate these days as we pass by brand new mini-mansions popping up like weeds from freshly leveled earth. Homes have almost become disposable commodities. Don't bother remodeling, just upgrade!
Granny (and God) gave Hubby the gift of one really good day during our visit. She was alert and knew Hubby as her grandson, and she could sort of piece together who the others were: that blonde sitting on the couch and the two rambunctious rascals dancing in her living room.
"They are so full of life," said Granny, watching our kids jump, dance, kick box and generally create mayhem out of stillness.
It was a generational juxtaposition, our children bobbing about on the seventies shag carpet in front of her, and Granny stoically melded to her recliner enjoying their show.