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I should blog. But there's not really anything on my mind to blog about. So I'll do a random list. 1. I am tired. Not as tired as I could be, but I could sleep at the drop of a hat. 2. Because of number one, the start of school has been delayed till after Labor Day. Because homeschooling is awesome that way. 3. I've decided new baby's blog name will be Homegirl. Not because it's creative or appealing, but because I just can't stop calling her that. 4. I also can't stop taking pictures of Homegirl. 5. So far, having a baby girl is pretty much the same as having a baby boy. There's plenty of awwing and kissing and staring and clothes changing in order to obtain optimal cuteness. I will say that the clothing is slightly more fun. I heart baby leggings. 6. I feel like Seth went from working two full time jobs to working one part time job. The firefighter schedule of 24 on/48 off totally rocks my world. I've actually gone out into the world

I Made This

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Don't worry if you don't get the obscure television reference in the title. Only, like, eight people are awesome enough to get it. So...she's a week old today. Yes, the war of the onesies ended in a spectacular display last Friday evening when our little girl quite literally exploded onto the scene. I may have lost the gender battle, but I like to think I totally won at giving birth. The whole thing was over in less than five hours of labor and zero minutes of pushing. She fits right in around here. The Things are obsessed with her and I spend my days protecting her from their exuberant love. They think it's quite unreasonable that all she does is eat, sleep, and poop and are longing for the day they can make her laugh and play with her. We are all quite smitten. It feels like everybody's here now. Like our family's complete. And not being pregnant anymore feels fantastic, even if I am a sleep deprived, milky, weepy mess whose sh

Pendulum

I worry about Christians today. It seems that we, as a whole, have a hard time being sensible. We seem to oscillate between extremes. As a church, we either embrace whole heartedly legalism and being Pharisees, or we fly the other direction and shun anything that looks like a firm opinion about right and wrong. Hard shells or free spirits. All rules or no rules. Neither are right. Neither are what we should strive for. And neither look like Jesus. I grew up under the thumb of legalism, and never even questioned it till I was an adult. Everything was sin. Don't do anything, like drinking or getting tattoos or dancing or listening to secular music, or voting Democrat, because it's all sin, and believers are supposed to be totally alien in this world. There was no room for the Holy Spirit there. But now, I've seen a great exodus of my peers that have flooded to the other camp. They spend more time complaining about the church than worrying about finding out what G