A Dose of Grandson

Fall break for the school district means I got to visit my grandbaby.

You cannot tell me there's anything cuter in this world. And when Husband faked some dramatically expressive sneezes, I got my dose of baby belly laughs. This is happiness.

Food for Thought

I admire both Jordan Peterson and Dennis Prager. This interview of Jordan Peterson by Dennis Prager is a must-watch. It is profound. Peterson can take concepts I have had floating around nebulously in my brain and articulate them so clearly that all I can do is nod in agreement.

One thing they talk about is the idea that one cannot be truly happy unless one has endured trauma or has recognized the darkness in one's own soul and chosen to feed the light. This is something I've thought about for years, this concept of the potential for evil each person carries with them. I have looked into my own soul and seen the horrors that I could perpetrate were I to feed that part of myself. It scares me sometimes how monstrous I could become if I turned my back on Christ and quit trying to be what He would want me to be. Peterson talks about feeling gratitude every day for the fact that we, as humans, don't act like animals and rip each other apart (for the most part). I'm very grateful for a better way than living like an animal.

Anyway, enjoy!

Happy Happy Grandma Time

I have passed this graffito nearly every school day for the last two years, so I finally took a picture.

I've checked the Urban Dictionary, and I can tell you with confidence that I've only ever been zooted on life, bruh. Well, except for that one time I was fed marijuana brownies at church, and then I was only really, really sleepy, which I found strangely disappointing.

But I do have a reason to be high on life right now. My sweet oldest daughter, Sian, is going to be a mommy again! She and Nathan announced her pregnancy last Sunday when I had all my children in the house at once for a couple hours, which is all I need to make me the happiest woman alive. Sian had been happily anticipating my reaction, and I don't think I disappointed her with my squealing and jumping up and down and kisses on her cheeks and lots of hugs for my son-in-law. The baby is due in June, and that will make almost two years between Tyler and his little brother or sister (don't know which it is yet). That's a good spread.

I got to spend almost all of Sunday holding and playing with my darling grandson, who is, of course, the cutest and most wonderful baby on earth. At just a little over a year old, he's almost walking on his own, and he does a ba-a-a-a-ing sheep impression that keeps me in stitches. I was so busy playing with him that I didn't take any pictures, sorry.

Just wanted to share the happy news!