May 17, 2007

Bossy Nova Baby

Little Dawson is becoming demanding.  Wait, that’s not right.  He’s always been demanding; now he is bossy.  He is constantly telling me what to do and I’m starting to dislike it. 

At first, it was cute.  When I’m driving in the car, he’ll demand that I “turn this way” quite often, as though I have no idea how to get to Grandma’s house. 

At home he tells me to “get Dawson juice, Mumma.”  I have been teaching him manners.  He’s got the “thank you’s” and “Your welcome’s” down, but “please” is what he forgets. 

When he tells me to do something, I ask him, “What’s the magic word?”  To which he replies, “Magic word, Mumma.”  I have to constantly remind him to say please, and he does, which makes it a little easier for me to ignore his bossy business.

Several days ago I went to pick him up from daycare.  He was playing outside in the enormous sandbox that our daycare provider has in her back yard. 

Dawson refused to leave, telling me that he wanted to stay at Renee’s and play with the shovels.  I didn’t have time to deal with a temper tantrum by removing him from the sandbox, so I told him he could stay and I’d take his friend Trevor home with me instead.

In a jealous rage, Dawson said, “No, Dawson go home with Mumma.”

I managed to get Dawson buckled into his carseat and just as I was pulling out of the driveway he threw a fit.  He was crying for something and I had no idea what he was trying to say.

“Dawson, what is wrong?” I asked.

“Mumma, we take Trevor home, too!” he replied.

Now my son wanted to take his friend home with us.  He assumed he could have a play date.  I had to explain that Trevor’s mommy would be sad if took Trevor without permission.  I didn’t know how to say I was manipulating my son into getting into the car.

Dawson finally calmed down when we got home.  Doug was in the kitchen making supper and Dawson told him, “Daddy, I wanna sister.”

I started to laugh.  Doug insists that I programmed our son to say that.  I did no such thing.  He’s just too smart. 

Yesterday at the library, Dawson refused to leave because he wasn’t done playing.

“Dawson, we have to go home now.  We’ve got lots of stuff to do.” I said.

“Shh, Mumma.  I’m busy.” he said.  I swear he rolled his eyes at me.

If he’s this way at 2 years old, I can only imagine what he’ll be like as a teenager.

May 16, 2007

Something I Wonder About

I find it ironic that one of the nominated Best Religion Blogs of the Blogger’s Choice Awards is Atheists.org. 

Pardon me for being blunt, but is Atheism really a religion? 

If an atheist doesn’t believe in God and does not practice a set of beliefs involving devotional and ritual observances than how, exactly, can it be classified as a religion?

And for the record, if an atheist does not believe in God nor believes that Jesus Christ was the son of the same God they do not believe in, than why do they willingly accept the time off they receive for Christmas and Easter? 

Sure, they may not be worshiping in a church or giving silent thanks to the Creator Himself, but why not go to work instead of basking in the luxury of time off because of the religious affiliations of those of us who do in fact practice a faith?

And when Atheists are blaspheming the very God I believe in (and calling it his or her right to do so) than why do they never understand why Christians become upset?  And why are we expected to turn the other cheek and deal with the nasty comments, calling us foolish and naming us “religious fanatics”?

This country called America was founded under God and now all of a sudden it’s not okay to talk about Him.  It’s not okay to say God Bless You or Peace Be With You because the non-believers become offended.

Well, I ask you; if you don’t believe in God, what is there to be offended about?

May 15, 2007

Someone Told Me It’s All Happening At The Zoo

I do believe it.  I do believe it’s true.

Its a light and tumble journey
From the east side to the park;
Just a fine and fancy ramble
To the zoo.

But you can take the crosstown bus
If its raining or its cold,
And the animals will love it
If you do.

Somethin’ tells me
Its all happening at the zoo.

The monkeys stand for honesty,
Giraffes are insincere,
And the elephants are kindly but
They’re dumb.

Orangutans are skeptical
Of changes in their cages,
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum.

Zebras are reactionaries,
Antelopes are missionaries,

Pigeons plot in secrecy,
And hamsters turn on frequently, 

What a gas! You gotta come and see! At the zoo.

At the zoo!

(At the Zoo, by Simon & Garfunkel.)

May 14, 2007

Top Momma? Who Me?

I’ve been added as a new contender at Top Momma!  Won’t you go there and click me?  Let see how long I last! (Mine is the photo of the siamese pumpkins.)