Monday, August 31, 2009

Lincoln - 9 Months

Lincoln is 9 months old and quite the handful. He is speed-crawling, pulling up on everything and and 'cruise' around the coffee table and couches! He can even crawl up the stairs now, of course with Mom or Dad following along. He is a barrel on energy that doesn't stop. He is resisting naps in all forms- not sure what we're going to do about this, the plan is next weekend to see if we create a routine that is exactly like his bedtime routine if he'll rest. Otherwise he only took two, half hour long naps per day this weekend. That just doesn't seem right to me. He goes to bed around 830-9 and i get him up at about 745 to have a bottle and get in the car to head to daycare.

Lincoln can wave hello and byebye and claps to show he's proud of himself.  He babbles all the time. He says HI, Buh-Bye, Da-da, and Ma-ma, but only if he is sad!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Two Stories

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, "God! How could you do this to me?" Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

This guy's walkin' down a street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can't get out. A doctor passes by and the guy shouts up, "Hey you! Can you help me out?" The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole, and moves on. Then a priest comes along and the guy shouts up, "Father, I'm down in this hole; can you help me out?" The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a friend walks by. "Hey, Joe, it's me. Can ya help me out?" And the friend jumps in the hole. Our guy says, "Are ya stupid? Now we're both down here." The friend says, "Yeah, but I've been down here before and I know the way out.