- It's finally getting warm here. I wore flip-flops this weekend for the first time since the end of last summer, and may I just say that flip flops are much more comfortable when you're not pregnant. To New Yorkers, it seems that temperatures in the mid-80's are absolutely scorching, but this Southern girl is just now thawing out!
- Benjamin is trying his hardest to learn to crawl ... poor thing gets so frustrated when he can't quite get his arms and legs to coordinate with each other. I know he'll get it any day, increasing exponentially the amount of mischief he can get into at any given moment. While still being relatively immobile, in the last two days he has managed to ... 1. get ahold of my cell phone and slobber all over it before I noticed 2. pulled an untold number of earrings out of my ears 3. knock my little plastic Lords Supper cup on the floor during church (thankfully it was empty but it still made that uncannily loud plastic bouncing noise when it hit the floor) 4. learned to splash water all over my kitchen during his bath. As much work as it will be though, I'm really looking forward to the adventurous, mischievous Benjamin who will surely emerge in the next few months (and years) (and please feel free to remind me I said that)
- As previously mentioned, we've been engrossed in the series finales of Lost and 24 the last couple of days. As much as its hard to believe that these story lines are really over for good (after all, we already know they're making a 24 movie), we're really glad in a way to say goodbye to these shows that have been with us for the past few years. It seems like we can move on now, to more important and exciting things, like ... playing Scrabble. Anyway, the finales were both mildly dissatisfying which led Will and I to discuss something dear ole Clive Staples and J.R.R. would have heartily amen-ed ... the way in which the more a story reflects the realities of the Gospel, the more it will resonate with us, whether we realize what's going on or not. The less a story reflects those realities, the more we leave it with a sense of dissonance or emptiness, even if we don't know why... For truly, the Gospel is the only TRUE story.
Amen. With that admittedly incomplete and ill-developed thought line, I'm going to bed. Will is already there and I hate it when he's asleep before I am. So, on the topic of enjoying a good story, I leave you with this and I'll continue my list of "Life Lately" tomorrow.
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| Yes, Will was really reading (Dostoevsky I believe) and Benjamin was really sitting there beside Daddy happily chewing on his plastic book |
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