Things I never want to forget

                Concentration face                                                Tongue-y smile

             Sleepy smiles                                  Wolverine ears                       Tiny toes

    The first day                                                        Chins

Chunky legs                                                           the Good Morning blanket peek

     The lip                                                                       The bear suit

    Soul patch                                                                 The Mohawk

     Tearful car rides                                                  Poopy grunt

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Adventures in Rice Cereal

First Food!

   Pretty exciting  Spooooon…   Egh, that was okWhat’s not shown is he threw it all up 5 mins later….  We’ll try again tomorrow.

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The Help

Last night we watched The Help. It was a pretty stinkn good movie. I had a couple random thoughts throughout the movie though. This first is that I think I’ve decided to not watch another violent or disturbing movie. The Help was disturbing in a “wow we as a society, and personally, have the ability live with some really depraved ideas” kind of way but not in a violent way. For the most part is was very up lifting and I think pulled on the right heart strings. There were a few scenes that made Becky cry. I would never admit publicly of doing the same but they were good scenes. 🙂 I walked away energized, contemplative, and overall uplifted. On the other hand, I have on numerous occassions had the opposite feeling after watching a movie. A recent example is the movie The Driver. There was an unexpected level of brutality that left my stomach wrenching. I can’t necessarily pinpoint whether or not this type of movie has an enduring impact on my life. Although generally speaking I am sure there is plenty of evidence available.  It just seems very stupid to have acknowledged both a feeling of beauty and goodness on one side and nastiness on the other and willfully choose the later over the former anymore. We will see if I can do it but I’m done with the nasty movies.

Two totally separate images I think culminated in this next thought, related to who we choose as friends. I noticed the snotty bitchy southern white chicks that “skeeter” was hanging out with. You have to assume they came from the same background and were somewhat similar in history. So I guess that just makes sense and exemplifies the way friendships normally come together. The next linker was the sermon from last week at church based on Luke 14:12 12 Then Jesus said to his host, “When you give a luncheon or dinner, do not invite your friends, your brothers or sisters, your relatives, or your rich neighbors; if you do, they may invite you back and so you will be repaid. As we just moved to a new city and don’t know anybody, making friends has been on our mind a lot. This got me wondering why we are spending so much time seeking out those people who have much to offer and most likely have a similar background as us. Shouldn’t we be seeking out those who are lonely and need true companionship?

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Big and little things

I can see why astrophysicist enjoy their career. All things considered this video I saw this morning is probably pretty measly considering all the amazing aspects of the cosmos, but I still found myself caught in wonder. My math is pretty miserable but can you imagine the gravitational force of something a billion times bigger than our sun. I remember this computer animated exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago that allowed you to try and set just our 9 planets in orbit around our Sun. You needed to set correct orbital shape, distance, speed and maybe a couple other variables. It was impossible. If you were even a tiny bit off, the planet gets sucked right into the sun or drifts away, both scenerios are not so good for sustaining life. Which then took my mind back to some statistics about the probability of our universe existing. I mean literally existing. Taking the physical variables into account, what is the likelihood of a universe which sustains life coming into existence by coincidence? One in billions of billions? Or trillions of trillions of trillions? Or more?

Roger Penrose, a famous British mathematician and a close friend of Stephen Hawking, wondered about this question and tried to calculate the probability. Including what he considered to be all variables required for human beings to exist and live on a planet such as ours, he computed the probability of this environment occurring among all the possible results of the Big Bang.

According to Penrose, the odds against such an occurrence were on the order of 1010123 to 1.

It is hard even to imagine what this number means. In math, the value 10123 means 1 followed by 123 zeros. (This is, by the way, more than the total number of atoms 1078 believed to exist in the whole universe.) But Penrose’s answer is vastly more than this: It requires 1 followed by 10123 zeros.

Roger Penrose: ” This number tells us how precise the Creators’s aim must have been.” Or consider: 13 means 1,000, a thousand. 10103 is a number that has 1 followed by 1000 zeros. There is not even a name for a number that has 1 followed by 10123 zeros. In practical terms, in mathematics, a probability of 1 in 1050 means “zero probability”. Penrose’s number is more than trillion trillion trillion times less than that. In short, Penrose’s number tells us that the “accidental” or “coincidental” creation of our universe is an impossibility.

Thats how amazing our God is. He created the cosmos, in all it splendor, unlikeliness. With a word from his mouth it was there.

5 minutes later I’m rocking my little baby to sleep. And I’m sitting there staring at his adorable little face. He’s so tiny, and those cheeks are perfect. And again, my mind wanders to the fact that the same God who created the cosmos has knit together and cares for and loves this tiny little thing in my hands. Not only do we believe he loves this little ball of cute, but that he and we are the center, focal point, purpose for the creation of it all. Not the object that is 500 billion times bigger than our sun, but the fragile little 12lb cutie in my lap.

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Boasting in Works

A while ago I was feeling a bit restless and started an emotional tirade against the current material we were covering in our small group bible study. The material was fine and dandy but in my opinion seemed to be a regurgitation of what we had just covered the previous year.  Great material, but not enough time and energy spent in application and letting it sink in. Sometimes we are probably guilty of assuming that biblical principles can be a real part of our life as easy as downloading an App on your iPhone. So I was worried that the same thing was taking place with this next study and there would be no true growth. The particular conversation that got me frustrated was over the idea of doing something extraordinary for God. The idea was presented that having a good marriage was extraordinary. Another idea, which seems to be trendy and was popularized by Chuck Colson and seems to be a driving force behind Q, is the cultural mandate. This is a big idea, but kinda says that Genesis 1:28 commands us to have authority over all of creation, and this has developed into why christians should engage in and excel in all aspects of creation (politics, scientific pursuits, literature, etc). The way it applies here is that no longer is our job separate from the rest of our lives, but it is part of our calling. We are supposed to excel at work. This was presented as another option for being “extraordinary”. There were a ton of side conversations like, should we be judging “extraordinary” by todays cultural standards or what. But I basically took the view that although a solid marriage is undoubtably very important and worth significant effort, and that “renewing” some aspect of culture through your vocation are worthy pursuits, somehow I just didn’t think that would be sufficient when sitting before God. Anyway, somehow I found myself around the campfire in the midst of an ad-lib tirade about how I want to be overjoyed, and ecstatic, when I die because of this this huge posse of believers behind me that I somehow played a role in bringing into the Christian flock. I felt like everything that was being presented were in no way extraordinary, but actually more represented standard assumptions about the way Christians should live their life. I wanted something truly extraordinary. So the part that got everyones feathers ruffled was when I said I wanted to present these people to God as somehow a reflection of my works for him. And of course being a solid calvinistic group they were appalled that I wanted to claim some type of credit for playing a role in these followers lives, and that i would boast about it before God made it even worse. So when I came across this verse today I was reminded of that night by the fire.

I Thessalonians 2:

19 For what is our hope, our joy, or the crown in which we will glory in the presence of our Lord Jesus when he comes? Is it not you? 20 Indeed, you are our glory and joy.

Those are some strong words and i love it. Hope, Joy, Crown, Glory, Joy. All of these emotions welled up within Paul as he ponders sitting in front of Jesus and what will give him Joy. The Thessalonian believers in my opinion were the extraordinary works that Paul was going to be thrilled to present to God. I really like this. It’s not boasting in works, but kinda. It’s similar to finding that perfect gift for a loved one, that gift that you know he or she is going to absolutely LOVE. And your not happy because you found it or did something to get it. Your thrilled because you know how its going to make that person feel. That was spirit I was trying to convey and I want to be the driving thought behind my extraordinary deeds. So i guess in closing, go ahead, boast in your works, even though those are dangerous words in the protestant circles.

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Salt Lake City goodness

My antsyness got the best of me today so I had to go out for a hike. We’ve been in SLC for about a month now and I have not had the chance to head up into the mountains. So as soon as we got back from church, I jumped in the car and headed for Big Cottonwood Canyon. 20 minutes later (seriously, 20 minutes!!!!) I was at the Twin Peak Trail head. A little over an hour later I am here,

And here is the cool part about salt lake. 1hr from this pic, I am back home watching the Packer game. 

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Growth Spurts and the 5 S’s

All the books say that little fussy babies will be less fussy by 6 weeks (usually).  When 6 weeks hit this past Monday, Logan became more fussy then ever before.  I kept thinking…  Did he just develop colic, is that possible this late?  Is he having stomach/gas issues??  Is he sick?  I even took his temperature one day.  He was waking every 1 or 2 hours at night and during the day he was crying every waking moment.  I was exhausted and by 6am I was so tired all I could do was give him to Daddy and sit back with a tear in my eye.  When he would feed, he would swallow so fast he would choke himself.  He’d swallow so much air that he would end up burping up all the milk he just ate.  Then he was both hungry and upset.

He decided back at 2 weeks that he didn’t like to be swaddled anymore.  He wanted his arms to be free! Well that all went out the door on Monday.  The 5 S’s were in full swing in order to survive this.  We would sit for an hour sometimes in the rocker just trying to calm him.

Logan swaddled at 4 days

What are the 5 S’s??

  • Shaking (gently)
  • Swaddling
  • Side
  • Sucking
  • Shushing

We’d have all 5 going at once.  I even added a 6th, the butt pat.  How does one person accomplish this with only two hands?  I’d be sitting in the rocker, holding Logan swaddled up as tight as he could be.  I’d roll him to his side facing me and cradled in one arm.  He’d have a pacifier in this mouth, which I held in with my cheek (he isn’t very good with the pacey yet).  I’d shush really loud in his hear (you have to shush loud to be heard over the cry).  And I’d pat his butt with my other hand.  It was a site, I’m sure.  We’d sit this way, shaking shushing and sucking away, for a long long time.

There were no trips outside in the stroller, no dinners made when Daddy came home, and showers only if I were lucky.  I felt like I accomplished nothing.

This was Logan’s second growth spurt.  Predictably right on schedule: between 6 and 8 weeks.  It left as soon as it came on.  Last night we enjoyed two nice 5 hour stretches of sleep and a 3 hour stretch to cap off the night.  It was wonderful.                                                            Logan at 6 1/2 weeks

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