We interrupt the run of incredibly insightful and witty and think-worthy and Jesus-spiritual and other such charming ramblings to bring you installment 6 of the Canon Chronicles. Back online with said insight, witness, worthy thoughts, Jesus-spirituality and overall charm tomorrow…
Current nicknames: Cancan, bubs, baby, chunk, little man.
Weight & length: 16 lbs, 10 oz; 26 inches long – it’s affirmative. He’s growing.
Sleep story: Let’s think positively here: our little family of three could hole up for the rest of our lives, never leaving the city boundaries of San Francisco, but what fun would that be? Given then that Little Man is going to then still be on west coast time come a trip to Maui, the best part about said vacation is that the baby-daddy takes it upon himself to wake up with the little man in the middle of the night. Thank you, Jesus.
Poop story fact: car rides produce blow outs. Another fact: even if a little creature is now eating solid foods, like the big bad rice cereal, blow outs are still possible. Yet another fact: I’m so, so glad we weren’t “those people” whose child had a poop-worthy episode in the pool. Again, fact: I’d like to thank my friend and new father, Ben Patterson, for the insight that NASA could potentially learn a whole lot about space exploration and upward momentum by examining an infant’s upward-moving blowout. It doesn’t just go down, folks. Fact: when traveling anywhere, one should have more than five wipes on hand. Just one more factoid: whoever said baby poop doesn’t smell was LYING. Take it from me, friends; baby poop is one doozy of a bad smell on the old nostrils.
(Have you had enough poop yet? Tell me more, tell me more!)
Baby Daddy story: Baby Daddy, with Cancan in the Ergo, got to watch the San Francisco 49er’s dominate the Atlanta Falcons this past Sunday. Whilst lounging poolside with the shimmering Pacific, with mai tai in hand, he then declared, and God said it was good. (What can I say? It was a blissful time of getting to be together, away from life’s distractions. I love watching my husband love our son – life doesn’t get much better).
Feeling: fabulously content. Vacation was a treat – it was creme de la creme to seven and a half years of full-time ministry. The at-times heart-wrenching decision to leave my job (and the fact that I wasn’t allowed to make the news public until the first of the year) is gone and past; and now the healing begins. Now, life slows down. Now, we learn how to BE, now we rest and begin to further find out who we – me, myself and I – are in the midst of this beautiful, messy thing called life.
Musing over: Writing. (What do I write about? Who’s my audience? How do I gain an audience? Do I just start writing a book on the side? What do I have to say that the world needs to hear?)
Learning: that if I want to be a good writer, I need to be a good reader. (Les Miserables is currently free on Kindle – who wants to join me in this endeavor? I’m currently about 7% of the way through this 959-page book, and need some book club buddies. Reply in the comments section, if so, and we’ll start a virtual book club!)
Reading: (above); Daring Greatly; a bunch of reads for my current Anglican Theology class (ugh – so good); One Day; Beautiful Ruins; The True Story of the Whole World.
Read in the last month: A Year of Biblical Womanhood (Evans); Help, Thanks, Wow (Lamott); Jesus Land (Scheeres); Flight Behavior, Prodigal Summer, The Bean Trees (all Kingsolver – what can I say? I was on a Babs kick while on vacay).
What are YOU reading? What do you recommend?
Anticipating: the new rhythm of the everyday, here in the city, with my little man.
Love to all.0