I am finding it extremely difficult to post essays of theological substance lately. The reason for this is directly linked to the fact that my son can now crawl. And he crawls rather quickly, I might add.
The blinking green light on my computer is of particular interest to him. That would be the on/off switch. No matter where I put him down in the house, he winds up back at that blinking light like a moth drawn to a flame. It is as irresistable to him as Gollum's precious.
But that's not what really distracts me. Ethan crawling in stealth mode I can handle. No, it is something much more disgusting than that.
My son will eat anything he can get his chubby hands on. Dead bugs, dog hair, paper clips, jewelry beads, nickels, grape stems, my wife's sundry hair thingies, for some reason these things all get eaten. I think that I know why.
He is from Bayou country, and everyone knows that a Cajun will eat dog bones if you put Tony's Seasoning on it. It must be in the water. This is very distracting to me, not to mention disconcerting. I have an irrational fear of him strangling anyway, so his habit is not helping matters.
I have to go now, my son is eating my MacArthur Study Bible.
We Must Do the Impossible
4 years ago