(not) Weaning

oh, no; not even close. holy cats, batman, not even close. it is not an easy thing, i assure you. i would love for him to be weaned . . . but he clearly is not ready, not emotionally or psychologically or even, i think, physically. i suppose he knows what his little body needs, and since he is *very slowly* beginning to outgrow some of his food allergies--at least one, if not two--i do not want to push him to wean, especially since the stress of that could augment his allergies or cause new ones. no, thank you!
otherwise, things are going so well. he is such a dear boy . . . a couple of days ago he started saying daddy: "dah-ee!" and now says it all the time. not just a new word, either--it means something to him, very much. it is as if he is so delighted that he can express his desire for his daddy that each new enunciation is a delight to him. he knows several animals sounds, although his favorite by far is "dog" and he will walk around woofing to himself. he really likes dogs.
ryan has finished his dissertation and i have been editing it; not for content, of course, but for nit-picky "english" things like split infinitives, commas, and noun-pronoun & noun-verb agreement. considering he wrote several portions of it well past midnight or after waking at 4 a.m., it is not surprising that some of these should be a little wonky. but it is an impressive piece of work, that's for sure. small wonder that our kid is so smart, with that daddy! (i'm not saying i'm stupid, not at all, but ryan's mind is . . . amazing unique thorough discerning etcetera).
that is all, for now. we ordered some photos off shutterfly, and i delight in looking at my boy through the past year. he is so darn cute and funny and wonderful. as long as this next one is as awesome as he is . . .

Catholic travesty

in a previous post, i briefly discussed the some of the problems that have plagued consecrated religious--specifically, religious women--namely, feminisim. here we find another: when prominent "Catholic" figures (PELOSI, e.g., and now this woman) are more loyal to political figures than to religious figures: indeed, when they have replaced their legitimate religious authority with political authority, then this is a sure sign of a ubiquitious, and iniquitious, problem in the Roman Catholic Church.
the bishop of dallas, Most Reverend Kevin Farrell, came to bless our new church this past saturday. he is a perfectly ordinary bishop, not affiliated with anything that anyone could call "extreme." he announced in his homily that recent surveys show that 3% of so-called Catholics still believe in the real presence of the Eucharist. this is beyond problematic. but it is the cause of the symptoms appearing here: when a "catholic" nun flaunts the bishops, aligns herself with obama, and flat-out lies about healthcare.
something is wrong . . . seriously, seriously, seriously wrong, and i am alarmed, to say the least. as well as spittin' mad. this has got to end, and end soon. the Body of Christ cannot carry such corruption in itself forever and stay alive. i have heard rumours of a "smaller, purer Church".
how long, Lord, how long?

the House Next Door

air conditioning in october? seriously? seriously?? alas, dear friends, it is the case. it is like an inverse narnia. BUT things are looking up, and the weather IS cooling, surely albeit slowly. in the meanwhiles, to keep dreams alive . . .

aristotle says that there are "impossible-probables" and "improbable-possibles." i saw this house in strasburg. it sits on 7 acres, next to my dear hatke friends, with fences and ponds and some cute (and not-so-cute) outbuildings. it is neither of aristotles probable-possibles, just flat-out improbable AND impossible. but someday, my friends, some day . . . finn + [?] will have goats and chickens and ponies and a dog--maybe even two! and we will have a home like this.