August 29, 2008

• I told Jim that my two goals for today were to blog and clean the house.   The house looks a bit like a bunch of preschoolers celebrated Mardi Gras (which isn’t too far from the truth) and Jim comes home from work in twenty minutes, so blogging is my only hope at salvaging something productive out of this day.

  It’s been a busy week, yesterday we went to the zoo with Joli and her kids as a last hurrah before they moved to Maryland *sniff*.   We had a lot of fun, although I am rethinking my need for a double stroller.  After frugally insisting it was a waste of money,  I may start stalking craigslist for an affordable option because wearing Charlie and pushing Jamie is easier when it’s not the San Diego Zoo’s infamous terrain one’s trying to climb.   The sky tram started to look mighty appealing and so we parked the strollers and rode it down the polar bears (who were gloriously playful for a change).  Jamie tried three times to hurl his bottle off the side of the car and while I imagined the gorillas would be none to pleased to be thwacked on the head by a catapulting bottle from the heavens, my more immediate concern was maintaining a firm grip on Jamie’s wriggling body lest he decide to jump after his plummeting bottle.   He and Joel tried to make another escape attempt at lunch, when one naive gentleman left the keys in the ignition to his scooter/wheelchair, and two negligent mothers were too busy nursing to notice their boys were quite handy at turning it on and releasing the hand brake.  Thankfully they were stopped by a shrieking bystander before much harm was done.

  Last Sunday marked a much less stressful but far more important occasion in the Ramsey household.   Charlie was baptized.  A fact that seems to draw more criticism than support from some people despite our assurances that it in no way shape or form signifies salvation, but the awe inspiring entrance into the covenant and member of the visible church.    I’d experienced enough religious drama to last me a lifetime by the
  time I got married and so I tend to get discouraged by the lack of tolerance and unity among God’s church.  Meh. …although speaking of getting
  married, Jim and celebrated our fifth anniversary; 
  holyfreakingamazement.

  

  Other than all that, I spend most of my time rescuing Charlie from his older brother.

  

  Who incidentally was six weeks old yesterday and starting to grow into his skin finally (Charlie not Jamie ).
  
  Do I see a hint of a dimple?
  

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