Life goes on

This afternoon we went over to the kids' school for the Falloween Ball. I helped out Cheeseball's teacher with the spider toss as Husband took the kids around to the various classrooms. Lots of parents helped out and it was really well attended. Our family had a distinct Lucasian flavor: T-Bone was Darth Vader, Cheeseball was Darth Sidious, and Janey really wanted to be Yoda, but settled for Jango Fett (alas, we couldn't find a Yoda costume).

About an hour earlier, we brought all the kids but Beulah (she was babysitting) to get flu shots. Most of us now have sore shoulders and I'm feeling strangely wheezy.


Goose continues to do very well out of diapers. She is usually dry through the night. We have a few minor struggles : she doesn't tinkle on command and she also says she has to go pottymany times when she doesn't. Sometimes she can hold it for hours and hours and sometimes she has silly accidents.


I'm reading a book that has yet to engage me--and I'm close to 300 pages into it. I'd stop reading it but there's nothing else immediately around and Husband is glued to Brisinger.

Is the end in sight?

I am cautiously optimistic.

We have been potty training Goose for the past 10-11 days, and yesterday there were no accidents. I do know that it is in the nature of life for there to be vicissitudes so I should expect messes today but I can't help feeling hopeful!

We decided to kick up our efforts to train her for economic reasons. Diapers are expensive and we'd rather not have to buy them anymore.

Things are coming along for Husband's office. We bought 6 used guest chairs a couple of days ago and are looking at another half dozen with interest. The man we bought the chairs from commented that it was an interesting time to start a business. I am so grateful that we have to chance to invest in Husband and his abilities right now, because I trust his hard work, drive, and intelligence and I know he will do his best.

On a serious note, I am thinking about Proposition 8 in California. Nine years ago, we campaigned heavily for Prop. 22, which defined marriage as between a man and a woman. Even though we were canvassing a fairly conservative area, it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do to go door to door and ask people how they were planning to vote. I hate intruding on people. But I did it because I believed in the cause. We need to have a standard, an ideal. There are a multitude of lifestyle options available, but there is one that is the best for children to be brought into, and that is a binding marriage between a man and a woman. It saddens me that some might find that a hateful position. It is not. It is the truth. I am frustrated at how our society bends to the demands of the few and the powerful and glamorous but I guess that it is nothing new. People who know what is good can't be afraid to say it, though, and I can't be afraid to support marriage as solely between a woman and a man.