We’re in Ohio for a long weekend. Besides spending time with David’s parents and some friends, we’ll be participating in some planning sessions for Conservative Mennonite Conference’s annual conference meetings that will take place in Iowa this summer.
Andrew and Jonathan have been working on the concept of sharing a lot lately. Or, rather, we’ve been trying to encourage them to care about it. Not many of the lessons seem to be sticking–especially now that Benjamin is mobile and opinionated enough to take part in the toy-stealing action. But apparently some of the concept is starting to get through. Here’s a conversation I had with Andrew as we were packing for our trip.
Andrew: “I going to share my blanket with Grandpa Steve (when we) get to Ohio!”
Me: “That’s so nice Andrew! That will make Grandpa very happy.
Andrew: “Yeah! I going to share my blanket, my toothbrush, my diapers too!”
I was still having a lot of back pain this week, so I visited the clinic on campus a few days ago. The doctor I saw was pretty sure that the injury isn’t in the bone structure (not a disk). That means it’s probably a ligament or something that got strained. It’s ever-so-slowly getting better and hopefully it will be back to normal within a few more weeks. But I won’t be taking my lower back for granted now–and I don’t think I’ll be carrying around more than one kid at a time anymore either!
Our pediatrician, who is from India, often tells us that kids in the U.S. need to get out of their sterile suburban homes and eat more dirt. And now, some proof.
Today in class we discussed anti-communism and the radical right of the 1950s. Here are some clips that John Birch Society members watched at mass rallies called Schools of Anti-Communism.
