:: Jameson loves music. He loves to clap to it, groove to it, play guitar to it (on Daddy’s tennis racket — sound familiar?), and drum to it. And he’s not too picky about what the music is. The other day I was listening to Mozart piano concertos, and he started clapping and moving to […]
“The kingdom of God is like a man who casts seed upon the soil; and he goes to bed at night and gets up by day, and the seed sprouts and grows — how, he himself does not know…” –mark 4
I sow the little brown, plain-jane seeds into the soil.
I go to bed at night […]
Amy’s link to a post on “Mommy Wars”, along with a flurry of activity the last few weeks elsewhere on the world wide web has set me to thinking.
And to being thankful for the Holy Spirit. I definitely appreciate the red flags He occasionally waves, indicating that perhaps I’ve just read, thought, said, or discovered […]
Yesterday afternoon, Ryan’s grandmother passed away.
I certainly didn’t know her terribly well, as our opportunities to see each other were few and far between. But she was warm, instantly embraced me as one of the grandchildren, and called often to make sure we were okay. I was able to spend a few afternoons with Winnie […]
I’m reading Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth. It’s a loaner from my midwife. It was supposed to be my New York reading material, but there may not be much left to read by the time I get there. (Even if I’ve finished it, I’ll bring it along so you can look at it, Bri.)
The first […]
So, whose blog is this, anyway? It's mine, and here are few tidbits about me: My name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. (Oh, and I'm 34 weeks pregnant---only 41 days until my due date on October 20, 2008!)My maiden name is Sinclair (not Patrick), and I come from good stock. (So says my husband, anyway!) I'm the oldest of 9 kids--and my parents are neither insane, uninformed, or Catholic. They're actually the best parents you could ask for. Seriously. (And, consequently, I think pretty highly of my siblings, too, whose blogs you can access from the links below.) I've joined a new clan, though, and my husband and I have been "leaving-and-cleaving" for 2 years and counting. We have a son who you'll read much (too much?) about. Oh. And there are pictures of him, too--hundreds of them--should you care to click on over to my flickr account. I'm a stay at home mom who is redefining that title--I literally stay at home as much as I possibly can. I love to be home! Home, by the way, is in Northern California, although my roots are in a lil' ol' town in Northern New York. Lastly, I take all blame for any ridiculous, outlandish, illogical posts. Anything worth commenting on or linking to is due to my husband's encouragement. In the spirit of the Little engine That Could, "He thinks I can, He thinks I can, He thinks I can,...", and sometimes, that's all a wife needs.
What? You didn't hear these numbers on the evening news? Huh. Fancy that.
A read recommended by Brietta. Informative, helpful, and delves a bit into how our immune systems work, which is a question I'm always coming back to. Forget autism for a moment; how did God design our bodies to work, and do current vaccinations actually take that design into consideration?
God intends for us to be fully invested -- and in Him, fulfilled -- in every season of our lives. This is a great post touching on that idea. (And if you like this post, then read The Hidden Art of Homemaking. For sure.)
Well, now, there's a surprise. [ht: Carole]
"Babies had become the...enemy of sex."