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Click on the link above to listen to the story of Olga & Harold--an intrepid, amazing story of popsicle stick log cabins, hands lost in the war, and phobias regarding the crossing of state lines.
One Writer's Journey Through Parenting, Teaching, Writing, Faith, and Social Justice. A.E. Housman once claimed that "poetry is not the thing said, but a way of saying it." These are my attempts at a way of saying it. Too often, we erect walls where a few stoplights would do the trick. Consider these posts stoplights along the way.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Life with Baby
Too much time has passed since I have posted to this blog. Suffice it to say: my wife, Jennifer, and I had our first baby last October. Well, she technically had the baby, and I had the glory of standing beside her and watching the most mircaulous and painful and stunning event I have ever witnessed in my life unfold.
Tyler David reynolds, our little man who's currently at 99% on the weight and height scale, is now almost eight months old, yet wears 18 month old clothes and can talk like the dickens. My wife and I will often be in the middle of a conversation, and Tyler will pipe up with the B sounds and the D sounds and sometimes just the raspberries of spitting because they sound so darn cool.
Among many lessons, here's one thing I've learned from my son: life affords us the capabilities to make those delicious and freeing raspberry sounds in any circumstance.
Tyler David reynolds, our little man who's currently at 99% on the weight and height scale, is now almost eight months old, yet wears 18 month old clothes and can talk like the dickens. My wife and I will often be in the middle of a conversation, and Tyler will pipe up with the B sounds and the D sounds and sometimes just the raspberries of spitting because they sound so darn cool.
Among many lessons, here's one thing I've learned from my son: life affords us the capabilities to make those delicious and freeing raspberry sounds in any circumstance.
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