Those FLDS children

Today the news says a Texas appellate judge has ruled that the state had no business removing over 400 children from their homes. Sanity! Of the women originally called underage mothers, half were fully adults, and one was 27. And there's more...

"The sect children were removed en masse during a raid that began April 3 after someone called a domestic abuse hot line claiming to be a pregnant abused teenage wife. The girl has not been found and authorities are investigating whether the calls were a hoax."

What kind of tragedy is this? Over four hundred children, half of them babies, were wrenched from their homes, taken away from their parents, and scattered among various foster homes... for a possible hoax? Not only did nobody demonstrate the children were "in immediate danger of physical harm" (the legal basis for taking them without a court hearing) but nobody even verified the original phone call! Some cowboys took it upon themselves to "rescue" all these babies from parents who (God forbid) have different religious beliefs.

Those poor children! I hope they get home soon. I hope God heals their emotional scars.

As for me, I'm signing up here: http://www.parentalrights.org

Which path leads to peace, talk or war?

An anonymous Israeli reports that an unnamed Bush official stated that Bush and Cheney want to attack Iran before they leave office. As nauseating as that possibility is, at least the statement is hearsay. We can hope it's blatantly false.
Unfortunately, the administration's response to that rumor is a matter of record. While they denounce the Israeli's quote, they say instead:

As the President has said, no president of the United States should ever take options off the table...

Um, what about the option of talking to Iran directly? Why is that off the table? Bush and McCain claim that Obama is weak for putting that option back on the table. Yet, the White House statement continues:

... but our preference and our actions for dealing with this matter remain through peaceful diplomatic means.

That would be a lot more believable coming from someone like Obama, instead of from the people who ridicule Obama for suggesting diplomacy. The Bush/McCain policy of refusing to meet with Iran is like a gradeschooler: "Give me that! No? Fine. I'm not speaking to you anymore."
Instead, the White House ominously warns:

Permitting the world's leading sponsor of terror to possess the world's deadliest weapon would be an unforgivable betrayal of future generations. For the sake of peace, the world must not allow Iran to have a nuclear weapon.

So, it might be unforgivable if we don't start a war? The way to peace is not through war. Just look at Iraq. Now that is a betrayal of this and future generations.
Back in the 80s, Reagan was criticized by hawks for talking to Gorbachev. Like Obama, he was compared to Neville Chamberlain and labeled an "appeaser." What did that get us? It got us peace. That wasn't appeasement -- it was diplomacy. It seems to me we ought to try that again.

Shopping

This morning, on the way to her last day of preschool, we stopped at Borders Cafe to pick out presents for her teachers. Evelyn picked out fancy pens with a poofball and sparkly butterfly on the end. "It's a pen, but it's also a wand!"
While we waited for my coffee, she checked out the magazine rack. She saw this cover:

and pointed to the scary face on the left, third circle down. "What's that?" I didn't know, so she asked the person behind the counter, "What's that scary face?" but she didn't know either. It might be a zombie, because it has scary eyes "and scary tooths."

Politicians and the media

I hope you've all heard about the Pentagon's big scheme to keep Iraq war coverage entirely positive -- how all the networks hired former generals handpicked by the Pentagon, and continually briefed by the Pentagon with the propaganda the Bush administration and military wanted spouted on TV. The networks passed these off as "independent military analysts." If a journalist or analyst publishes anything critical of the administration, their access to information is cut off. They were (and are) denied access to people with knowledge, press secretaries won't answer their questions, etc. This isn't really news, is it?

Yesterday I read that McCain's campaign is denying access to journalists whose publications write pieces favorable of Obama. This demonstrates that McCain is already doing some things the same deplorable way Bush does them, denying the media the right to cover both sides.

Aunt Bunny's homework

Happy Mother's Day to Me

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Eating - 4 skill points

Lindita has leveled up at eating solids. She now opens her mouth and lunges for the spoon. She likes applesauce, avocado, and mashed potatoes. She makes weird faces when we feed her bananas.

Evelyn, when she is hungry, announces, "I'm startle-in'."

Hello world

I can now post on the blog from my mobile phone.

edit: well, maybe not. Attempts to send a photo failed. grr.

Yum, roly poly tomatoes

Threeness

This morning Evelyn looked at the edge of our bedroom door. She turned one doorknob and watched the other one turn, then vice versa. "This door has great twisters!" I told her that they're called doorknobs, and that the door has two doorknobs. She looked at her bedroom door. "My door only has one." Then she ran over to look at her door from the edge: "One, two! My door has two doorknobs." This was a major discovery.

Later, I stood at the top of the stairs and called to her. She came to the bottom of the stairs and I tossed her preferred dress down to her. She almost caught it. "Let's try that again!" She tried to fling the dress up the stairs, then carried it up the stairs.

Then she noticed some dust particles in the sunlight. She spent several minutes catching them. "Look! I caught one!" (opens hands) "Where did it go?" She caught a white dust particle, then a pink one, then several other colors.

She's thrilled to go to school this morning. It's a beautiful day, and she has a new headband. Today is school picture day -- should be interesting.

She didn't die

On Saturday, Evelyn went with Daddy to swimming lessons, then the library, then out to lunch at Lion's Choice. She ate her whole ham sandwich. She read several books. And at swimming: "I drowned, but I didn't die. I splooshed right back out!"

Lindita has a tummyache. We are all very sad and tired. Evelyn dances for Linda; the baby stops crying and laughs at her sister.

How the wind works

A few days ago, it was windy and chilly. Evelyn said that the birds need to stop shaking the branches because it's making too much wind.

Bathtime Giggles

Lindita thinks Evelyn is hilarious. They play in the bath. Evelyn splashes her sister, but Linda blinks and then laughs again.

This video posting doesn't seem to be working. I'll go upload it to Facebook too.

Evelyn loves her bunny towel. She wears it every day. She hops around the house with her floppy bunny ears.

Finally, a sitting photo

Easter friends

Here's Evelyn and Sydney at Purina Farms. They bravely held hands when cold or when intimidated by the giant Easter Bunny.

Money

For those of you with a Facebook account, I uploaded a bunch of pictures this morning. I didn't have time to crop, shrink, and upload each of them to here.



If you sign up for RME with this button I will get $10 and will donate it to Free The Midwives.

Spoon Joy

This morning, Lindita bounced in her command chair while I put away dishes, as usual. After waving a wooden spoon around a bit, I walked over and handed it to her. She stared at me, stared at it, stared at me, and then grabbed it with both hands. Her little eyes lit up and she grinned in delight. She was shocked and thrilled that I gave the wooden spoon to her.

She is the perfect baby!

Burps and kicks

Yesterday after Lindita woke up, stared at her hand, and kicked around for a while, I helped her sit up. She immediately made a huge burp. It was so loud it woke Evelyn.

Last night she kicked me the whole night. She couldn't sleep. Maybe the booger that made so much noise in her nose it kept all of us awake? Maybe the miso soup she sucked off her fingers last night at Sansui? Either way, it was one of those nights I won't be sorry to leave behind when my kids are big.

That's babies: extreme cuteness and joy, alternating with extreme aggravation.

I want food!

Lindita seems to think it's time to start eating solids. At dinner, she wants to sit on our laps and grab our food. Last night she snatched tiny handfuls of rice and a green bean from my plate and tried to cram them into her mouth. Once they are near her mouth, she tries to suck on them. Silly girl.
We tried to take a picture but the camera was MIA.

Today is full of snow. They're closing my office early, and when I get home, I'll put on my puffy coat and take Evelyn out to play. Hurray!