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Part 3
Part 4
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Showing posts with label Fatherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fatherhood. Show all posts
Monday, June 18, 2012
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Colorado homsechooling convention: who is Doug Phillips?
"The upcoming Christian homeschooling conference begins this week in northern Denver.
And the topics covered in this conference include far more than the narrow issues of educating junior in the ABCs. Since the topics range from basic homeschooling issues to apologetics, economics and cultural issues, more discernment is required of the average parent.
But who has time to discover exactly what these speakers believe? What have they said that is relevant to what they will say?"
continued here.
And the topics covered in this conference include far more than the narrow issues of educating junior in the ABCs. Since the topics range from basic homeschooling issues to apologetics, economics and cultural issues, more discernment is required of the average parent.
But who has time to discover exactly what these speakers believe? What have they said that is relevant to what they will say?"
continued here.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
A Coy Smile
As I turned her stroller onto the sidewalk, I leaned down to catch her attention and asked, “Who made you?”
She shifted her head up at me with a coy smile.
I continued the one-sided conversation, “God.” (continue here)
She shifted her head up at me with a coy smile.
I continued the one-sided conversation, “God.” (continue here)
Sunday, October 10, 2010
She Called Me "Dadda"
Supposedly, a young child's first words are "dadda" or "momma"--or so I've heard.
That certainly has not been the case for my sixteen-month old daughter.
The first word she learned to understand consistently--and appropriately--was "no". She's not allowed to crawl here, she can't touch that and she must wait for dinner.
Quickly following "no"' was "please". In this case, she learned the word as sign-language--as well as "milk" and "all done". She was taught "lets pray" as well, clasping her little fingers together before meal time.
Here first verbal word was "baby". She sees a Gerber baby on the bottle and say "baby". She sees a child and says "baby". There is also "dog" (or "oof, oof") and there is the ever present 'hi'.
Surely after such an extensive vocabulary the words 'mom' or 'dad' should quickly follow.
Not so.
She soon learned "water" ("wa"). And like most toddlers she enjoys a good walk ("wok").
She then picked up "puffs" and "clock" and "hat". But no "dadda".
A few weeks ago she identified the container of baby oil as "o-oi-l". And just the other day she finally put a word to the helium-filled, string-tied rubber toys she is fond of as "ba".
In fact, she even knows the name of a favorite doll, Sally as "Sal"--endearment for a doll but no "dadda"!
How did this vocabulary list grow these many months? Through the hard and diligent work of "dadda" and "momma"! We'd point at an object and state the name. And we did that as consistently as possible.
Repetition is the mother of learning after all. Yet still no "dadda".
Until today. She walked (or rather stumbled) around the room as usual but suddenly pointed at me and said "Dadda"! In shock, I stared at her while my wife pointed at me and asked, "Whose that"?
Renee raised her arm with certainty, pointed at me and opened her mouth: "Dadda".
I stared in wonder. And I smiled. She called me "Dadda".
That certainly has not been the case for my sixteen-month old daughter.
The first word she learned to understand consistently--and appropriately--was "no". She's not allowed to crawl here, she can't touch that and she must wait for dinner.
Quickly following "no"' was "please". In this case, she learned the word as sign-language--as well as "milk" and "all done". She was taught "lets pray" as well, clasping her little fingers together before meal time.
Here first verbal word was "baby". She sees a Gerber baby on the bottle and say "baby". She sees a child and says "baby". There is also "dog" (or "oof, oof") and there is the ever present 'hi'.
Surely after such an extensive vocabulary the words 'mom' or 'dad' should quickly follow.
Not so.
She soon learned "water" ("wa"). And like most toddlers she enjoys a good walk ("wok").
She then picked up "puffs" and "clock" and "hat". But no "dadda".
A few weeks ago she identified the container of baby oil as "o-oi-l". And just the other day she finally put a word to the helium-filled, string-tied rubber toys she is fond of as "ba".
In fact, she even knows the name of a favorite doll, Sally as "Sal"--endearment for a doll but no "dadda"!
How did this vocabulary list grow these many months? Through the hard and diligent work of "dadda" and "momma"! We'd point at an object and state the name. And we did that as consistently as possible.
Repetition is the mother of learning after all. Yet still no "dadda".
Until today. She walked (or rather stumbled) around the room as usual but suddenly pointed at me and said "Dadda"! In shock, I stared at her while my wife pointed at me and asked, "Whose that"?
Renee raised her arm with certainty, pointed at me and opened her mouth: "Dadda".
I stared in wonder. And I smiled. She called me "Dadda".
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Baby's First Snow
Yes, we got our October snow storm. It was actually a blizzard in some areas (like ours).
I had to shovel snow drifts over our northern exposed driveway. It was heavy and I was tired. I went out further to meet mom in the car.
Then the car got stuck on the hill. I got it further up the hill, just outside the driveway.
And it got stuck again.
Our neighbor helped us push it some and I revved the engine up the driveway. With the tires spinning and sliding on snow and ice, my hands spun quicker on the wheel.
Then I helped dig out someone's high-centered car. And shovel out a path to park it in.
I was even more tired.
But not as tired as my little baby girl.
She was napping the whole time, safe and sound during her first snow.
I had to shovel snow drifts over our northern exposed driveway. It was heavy and I was tired. I went out further to meet mom in the car.
Then the car got stuck on the hill. I got it further up the hill, just outside the driveway.
And it got stuck again.
Our neighbor helped us push it some and I revved the engine up the driveway. With the tires spinning and sliding on snow and ice, my hands spun quicker on the wheel.
Then I helped dig out someone's high-centered car. And shovel out a path to park it in.
I was even more tired.
But not as tired as my little baby girl.
She was napping the whole time, safe and sound during her first snow.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Waiting
No cigar to smoke.
No gum to chew.
No more nails to gnaw.
Pre-labor all weekend.
No sleep.
False start on Monday.
Now the real thing.
The REAL THING?
A baby brought by Almighty.
A precious soul to wait upon.
The Real Thing takes patience.
The Real Thing takes time.
I pace; I race.
I walk.
I trekked a trench in the hardwood floor.
My feet pounded the ground into powder.
Waiting.
Waiting.
God be praised I'm here to wait.
To learn patience. To endure for another.
As God was longsuffering with me.
To wait for our little Nora Renee.
Soli Deo Gloria
No gum to chew.
No more nails to gnaw.
Pre-labor all weekend.
No sleep.
False start on Monday.
Now the real thing.
The REAL THING?
A baby brought by Almighty.
A precious soul to wait upon.
The Real Thing takes patience.
The Real Thing takes time.
I pace; I race.
I walk.
I trekked a trench in the hardwood floor.
My feet pounded the ground into powder.
Waiting.
Waiting.
God be praised I'm here to wait.
To learn patience. To endure for another.
As God was longsuffering with me.
To wait for our little Nora Renee.
Soli Deo Gloria
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