Come Home, already!

Perhaps, DC is the place where we send our best talkers to learn how to monetize human life and make deals for their constituents. We have all decided that the only people who are unrepresented are the unborn, at this juncture of history. If we survive this calculation is up to us. Will we fight for the truth that they are people too, or will we continue to barter the future adinfinitum, so to speak.

A part of our country that is always under the spotlight of public scrutiny and paying the price of God's judgment is a spectacle, of course. I think that there are different places in the country that have claims to fame. DC is the hollowness of the hole in the ground of the conscience.

If I make my bed in hell, Thou art there! God's word reminds us.

So we needn't be afraid of being there. But I must be afraid of the mentality that every person has a monetization. How much is that person's vocabulary worth? Etc. Are they using it up to the level of the parity of their deductions? All of that is in the air in DC. You needn't enter into the discourse with it. You only need to pray that God will touch and bring the valleys up to ground level.

In my imagination, every State negotiates with the heavenlies for the trophy of God's presence. Do we want some of His presence? Do we turn from including Him in our ways? We will be shocked, when we get to heaven and find that we had just about as much of God as we ever wanted, both in our personal life and in our corporate "State".

Don't Drink the Water!

And they call it poopy love

This is my fourth year in the study of infant care. I was in awe of Ms. Janet, initially. She seemed in command of her ship, so diligently. Some might have considered her a control freak. I simply loved to watch what her focus was. So much of childcare is unpredictable, that she considered controlling what could be controlled as her mission. In my years of mothering, I must say that I never thought of it that way.

Her very first consideration of the child was the poop. It is disgusting. I agree that poop is disgusting. But the difference between nursing poop and bottle poop is uncontrollable. She didn't like the changing process, but she would gird herself up as a warrior and change them in and amazing rhythm.

She seemed to have a party when the child no longer had that yucky kind of poop. I had never noticed that there had been a process to the poop. Early harder poops that can be handled easily became my goal, also. Less time wiping and fewer soft poops as possible became the goal. That became my focus amidst the mayhem of infant care.

Keeping them from hurting eachother and learning how they communicate was a close second to not having to spend ten or fifteen minutes changing a poopy baby. I really don't mind the changing diaper process persay, but children have a way of using that time to get into mischief. I saw that.

Today I thought about that because my poop was unusually sinking to the bottom of the toilet and I consider that I may have a new season of my own poop to consider. That is why I am telling you so!

She seemed commander of the poop!  She celebrated their transition to a less sticky process of diaper changing...

She knew what to feed them to firm it all up, etc,.  I hadn't noticed those details, but I found myself admiring some certain types of poop and disdaining others....

The Adventists had the best poop, in my opinion. It was like little marbles that you never got on yourself at all.  I liked that better than the mushy stuff...

Parents sent the food, but if they didn't Mrs. Janet kept a stash for them.. Get them off the breast milk as early as possible and let's speed up the changing process.  Not my sentiments, exactly but I understood why people looked at nursing mothers with an incredulity of their tolerating that soft stuff for so long...  It is a lot different when it is your breast milk and your child's soft stuff...