I cannot believe it is February already. That is nuts. I have not written anything on my blog in a long time, and it is not for a lack of want. or is it? I have had time to, but I don’t like to just write on a blog for the sake of just making sure I write something on it.
Much like writing a song, sometimes I iether don’t feel like I have anything to say, or if I do, I don’t have a “new” or “neat” way to say it. But what is better – just not writing, or writing anyway, even if it has been said before. I would think the latter. So I am doing that.
A lot has happened over the last few months. My youngest son Jakob turned one. He will be walking any day now.
Noah is starting to talk in sentences, which is quite awesome. He is also becoming more testy, which is not quite awesome.
Funny story though, and Beth and I both laughed at this, and had to turn away so he would not see us.
Noah was walking in the play room and stepped on a toy. Now bear in mind, Noah has really never hit anyone in his life. I feel like we have done a decent job of makung sure that he knows he absolutely cannot hit.
With that said, I continue. He stepped on the toy, and it hurt his foot. He started crying and was sitting on the floor, lower lip stretched out for miles, holding his foot. He looked angry. He then all of the sudden hit the toy that he stepped on. But he did not hit it aggressively. No, not at all. He hit it like, well, forgive the phrase, like a little girl. Maybe a better way to say it is ask a right-handed person to throw a ball with their left hand. the weak, awkward motion is unmistakeable, and rather non-masculine. That is how Noah’s “hit” on the toy looked like. Beth and I both lost it laughing immediately, which I do not suggest. But it will happen at times, and we turned our heads to ensure he does not think hitting, whether weakly, or powerfully, is ever humorous.
I got a hold of myself, and asked him to come over to me so I could look at his foot. He walked around the toy, still glaring at it – a good early lesson of personification I suppose.
It was funny. But also scary. Where do kids learn to hit? I know he does not learn it from me. They learn it from somewhere. It is a natural reaction I suppose. I could just blame Adam and Eve. Sure, that was easy.
What else is new? I love my Church, Renovatus. God has been doing some amazing things as of late, and we just celebrated our 5 year anniversary. The ever-classy News 14 showed up too. You can check out a little video here: http://charlotte.news14.com/content/636046/church-celebrates-opening-of-new-building
Stay tuned for new and exciting news from Renovatus, including new Saturday night services starting in Fort Mill, SC!
what I am listening to a lot right now – Margolnick. Charlotte dude, incredible record. Just a talented, amazing guy. http://margolnick.bandcamp.com/. Buy it.
Support more charlotte music. My brother David Stanfield and his partner in crime Blake Edwards created a video for Public Radio to help them get support for their new record. As of today, there are 42 more days left where people can donate funds to help support. Don’t let this project go by the wayside. http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/222257772/public-radio-is-nothing-without-you
That should do it for now. I need to get back to work. I am going to try to get this blog rollin’ again!
peace,
Paul
“It’s what we live fooooooooooor! It’s what we hope foooooooooooor!”