Showing posts with label birth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birth. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Baby Girl


It has been an emotional day for the family. The boys are shattered. The old girl is tired and sore and pumped full of drugs. And the young girl is working hard at adapting to life in the world!

The good news is that Isabella was born this morning to two very happy parents.

I am afraid that this terrible phone pic will have to suffice for now. more news to follow shortly...

Monday, July 27, 2009

Life of the Unborn

I read an article this weekend about a woman by the name of Pam Stenzel. She is an American motivational speaker who deals with teenage sexuality, and has been giving talks to South African youths.

She was quoted as saying that she is eternally grateful to her 15 year old mother, who after being raped, still loved her enough to have her and then put her up for adoption.

Her simple statement of fact gave me goose bumps. How many other people have never been, because they were aborted before they even had a chance? Surely her mother of all people had the right to terminate a pregnancy disgustingly created by hate. And yet, the product of that hate is a voice of love...

I find that absolutely incredible. Don’t all lives deserve a chance? Or does looking at the miracle of life from the point of the new life skew the debate?

Friday, June 5, 2009

Boys, Balls, Babies, Birth

I have to share this story – all names omitted to protect the innocent, and they really are innocent!

One of my son’s friends came over to play for the afternoon. My wife happened to be nearby and overheard their conversation, which was more than a little interesting. Babies it would seem have a way of getting everyone to talk about them even thought they are not yet present!

This kid asked my son if he knew how babies are born. My son replied of course, although he is quite sure that they are mainly cut out ala a discussion with his mother about his brother’s birth. This child then said to my son, “Do you know that you have to be married to have a baby?’ Again my son replied, ‘of course!’ He then added, ‘it’s because the men have the balls!’ Fair enough!

At this point, this child turns to my wife and asks, ‘so what do the balls taste like?’

Oh Boy!