Does a Baby Who Never Sleeps Qualify as an Impossible Case?

Jen over at Conversion Diary created a saint name generator -- give it a whirl and get a patron saint for 2011. Mine is St. Rita.....hmmmmm......

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas....

...every time I open the mailbox. I just love getting Christmas cards! And my favorites are the ones with pictures of family and friends, which is why we are sending out a photo card this year. It may or may not have a picture of all three of us (I vote just Baby D, Husband votes all of us), but we are definitely going with Shutterfly . They have so many beautiful cards that I am truly having a difficult time narrowing it down! Things will ultimately be decided by the picture we decide to use, but I have a few favorites that are major contenders:
Classic Modern Wreath                     

Holly Frame

 

Snowflake Sprinkles

Oh Holy Night

Pine Cone Toile

  

Feel free to cast some votes as to your favorite....I'm leaning toward the second and fourth ones, but I am open to suggestions. It would also be nice to have a Bible verse on there, too. 

I love Shutterfly products. I've purchased custom stationary and calendars for myself and lots of family members, and they are always beautiful. They even have some great new backgrounds and designs for calendars this year. I'm definitely excited to see what our cards turn out like!

A Giveaway!

Check out A Woman's Place for a beautiful sacrifice beads giveaway. What a wonderful Christmas present these would make!

Stolen from Betty Duffy, Who Stole It From Pentimento

The pain of her choice -- a choice that was clearly coerced every step of the way, as so very many abortions are -- is only underscored by the fact that, in her circles, there are few, if any, socially-sanctioned ways to speak about the suffering and regret of abortion without facing scorn.

 This is a sad, beautiful post about the gilded idea of "choice" and how it is, in actuality, anything but.

How infinitely tragic that the word choice task force has so neutered these empowered women that they lack the language to articulate the deepest of feminine pains: the loss of one's child.

Baby D can sit up on his own! Most of the time. He occasionally wobbles left or right, but for the most part, he sits up! And. it. is. adorable.

Surfacing...Momentarily....

So, turns out having a baby really takes up, uh, all of one's time. But, for those who really miss me, here's a list someone else composed of the best 100 first lines of novels. Enjoy!

Pants! Pants! Pants!

There's been an interesting/hilarious/informative argument about the moral merits of pants and skirts taking over the series of tubes known as the internet. Since I'm not nearly as funny as Simcha Fisher, I'll just post the latest and greatest links and you can chuckle for yourself.

The original offending article 
Pants: A Manisfesto
The Pants Pass
Darwin Weighs In

And for what it's worth, I think just about anything can be worn in a trashy/immodest/provocative way. Are some pants naturally more inappropriate than some skirts? Of course. Can the same be said of some skirts? Naturally. Should we give a little more credit to men, that they can wander this good green Earth, not pouncing on every female they encounter? I should hope so. Though we shouldn't make it easier for men to objectify by handing out views of our butts on silver platters, I really see no reason to restructure my entire wardrobe to eliminate mens' exercise of free will. And while I'm certainly not endorsing Paris Hilton for her own clothing line, I'm inclined to think that even if every last woman wore a floor-length burlap sack from here on out, there would still be affairs, pornography, and lust. Thoughts?