Fussy Baby and Kids

That was today: Cameron wouldn’t take a nap, wouldn’t take a bottle, only wanted to be held and entertained. Holding the baby constantly means that I have to leave the Sisters to entertain themselves most of the time. That in turn means that toys end up spread all over the place and my parenting of all of their interpersonal conflicts becomes simply yelling at them from my perch on the couch with Cameron.

Wifey let me slip out to dinner and a movie with a friend of mine tonight: one of the Matthews. We saw Blood Diamonds. Its tale of greed, civil war, child soldiers, refugee families and violence upon violenct would have made for a very powerful documentary, but I ended up disgusted that this sort of thing is served up for entertainment. I spent much of the film silently asking God’s forgiveness for humanity’s many many sins.