Comparisonbook

I deactivated my Facebook for a few days.  I had been spending too much time looking at other peoples lives on Facebook and envying them, which as a byproduct caused me to belittling my life.  On the other side of that, I found myself judging other people's lifestyles, and in doing so, elevating myself.  The grossest of gross.  

Oh that's nice (insert name here), while you were chugging tequila on Cinco de Mayo, I was up at 4am putting on a race for women trapped in the sex slave industry.

or

Shoot.  They look like they are having way more fun than us, and I see they got pregnant.  Buuuh.

In the mornings I would lose myself in other people's posts, and end up missing my time with God, or my time with... well, makeup or breakfast.

I don't hate all that Facebook has to offer.  I do find it quite necessary for sharing photos and pushing my personal agenda (hmmm... still working through that one).

All in all, I am going to try to limit the time I spend on FB, and try to stop the comparisons and the judgement.  Not sure which is going to be harder.  I'm guessing both.

Feel free to judge me for that. :)

Hey, Rodrigo

I felt called to post these videos of nephew #3, since his mother has somehow not posted on her blog for 10 months.  And you think I'm bad... Love you, Ali!


The first video of Elias being a complete and utter parrot.  Pay close attention to the tiny claw he makes when he talks.  That pointer finger has been in full force since the day he was born, and I love it.

This second video is another exhibit of the parroting.  You should know that in our family, at the end of every family night, the boys climb onto Nonni and Papa's bed to dance to music.  Each of them has their own set of moves and I delight in knowing I will embarrass them one day with these videos.  

When the music cuts off both of them point to the speaker closest to them to alert us to the fact that they are not done shaking their diapers.  Most of the time we agree, since we are not done watching.

Also of note; in my family the first lyrics of Brown Eyed Girl, are not "Hey where did we go", but rather "Hey Rodrigo".  Don't ask me why.  I just thought you should know. Take a listen. :)

Have a wonderful Wednesday!