Please pray for Melanie B (Bettinelli), who comments here, and who just received a frightening diagnosis.
"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" asks the cop.
"No. But I know exactly where I am."

bear – ing n 1 the manner in which one comports oneself; 2 the act, power, or time of bringing forth offspring or fruit; 3 a machine part in which another part turns [a journal ~]; 4 pl comprehension of one’s position, environment, or situation; 5 the act of moving while supporting the weight of something [the ~ of the cross].
Please pray for Melanie B (Bettinelli), who comments here, and who just received a frightening diagnosis.
Blogging is light for a while because Greg Popcak graciously invited me to guestblog at Heart, Mind and Strength Blog.
I’ve been rewriting some of the stuff I wrote here this week about attachment parenting. A few other items:
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But not because of the children.
"Baby shower ends with scalding oil and steak-knife threats"
Next time, have a blessingway.
(OK, I know, there’s nothing funny about the story AT ALL.)
(Permanent announcement: Blogging is low because I’m guestblogging at HMS Blog this week. If anyone can tell me how to make a Typepad post "Stick" to the top, let me know please.)
Mary Jane, seven months old, has to take four milliliters of a nasty-tasting antibiotic every day for the indefinite future.
We tried holding her down and squirting it into her throat with a syringe. She fought and struggled and cried and screamed. Often she got so worked up that she vomited it all over herself and us (did I mention that the antibiotic also stains clothing?).
We tried splitting the dose up into two 2-mL aliquots, then four 1-mL doses, then eight half-mL doses. No go. I think it’s a learned response. Now she practically starts to vomit at the sight of the syringe.
The doctor said: Try mixing it with applesauce and giving it to her on a spoon. She is only just now experimenting with solid foods. She refused the apple sauce. I tried mixing it with yogurt. She refused the yogurt. I tried to jam the spoon into her mouth. She vomited. I tried mixing it with apple butter. She accepted it — one mL antibiotics in two tablespoons of apple butter. (Also it took me over an hour to spoon-feed her. Did I mention I hate to spoon-feed?)
I cannot feed a seven-month-old baby half a cup of apple butter daily. I just can’t do it. Besides, if a baby and a half takes a milliliter and a half in an hour and a half — never mind.
The doctor said: I know this is crazy, but have you tried something stronger? Try chocolate syrup in the syringe.
I went to the store and bought Hershey’s Syrup. I started to mix the medicine with some chocolate syrup and then (because the drug is about fifty dollars an ounce) changed my mind and filled the syringe with half a mL of chocolate syrup.
I squirted it into her mouth. She threw up.
I gave her chocolate syrup on a spoon. She threw up.
The doctor said, Many moms have success with Coca-cola. Also that settles the stomach.
I said, I’m sorry, I must not have heard you right. Are you telling me to feed my seven-month-old Coca-Cola?
She said, Last resort time.
I gave the baby Coca-Cola in a syringe. She threw up. I gave her Coca-Cola on a spoon. She threw up.
I put down the spoon and sighed and turned around to see my six-year-old and three-year-old sharing the rest of the can of Coke, for breakfast.
I think I’m going to have to teach the baby to drink from a sippy-cup. Maybe I can mix it into some kind of juice. *sigh*
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From Disputations.
They will be there because there is where they go on Easter. They will be variously smiled at, cursed at, and tolerated, but generally dismissed as "Christmas and Easter Catholics" who do little more than clog the parking lot and mess up poll results (remember, 70% of Catholics don’t believe in the Real Presence).
Here, though, I’m not talking about the C&E Catholics too spiritually full of themselves to go to Mass on lesser feasts. I’m talking about those people, maybe not even baptized, who are too spiritually empty to go to Mass, except when it will be crowded enough that no one will notice their emptiness.
And maybe this will be the year when a word or a gesture reveals to them that the Man they were looking for is here, in this church, on this altar, with these people. Maybe the prayer that makes it so will be yours.
I’ve been one of them. I would amend the above to note that even the "C&E Catholics" might in that place remember what they are looking for, too. May it be so.
UPDATE: Link fixed.
Blogging might be light this week, because I’ve been invited to guest-blog for a little while over at HMS Blog. Look for me there! (And feel free to leave comments here…)
Well, either my timing is impeccable (see this post from a couple of days ago) or I’ve inspired something cool! From Gregory Popcak at Heart, Mind and Strength Blog:
I’m happy to announce that we just received confirmation that Dr. Gordon Neufeld, author of How To Hold On To Your Kids will be on with us for a special, full-show interview this Thurs on Heart Mind and Strength.
Heart Mind and Strength Radio is carried by Ave Maria Radio Network weekdays at 12 noon Eastern, 11 Central. You can listen live online at the Ave Maria link, or you can download past shows from this page. We used to get it on Relevant Radio 1330 here in the Twin Cities, but it’s been ditched in favor of "Dr. Ray And Friends."
It is a call-in show: the call-in number during the show is 877-573-7825 and they take e-mail questions anytime at radio@exceptionalmarriages.com.
O Jesus,
Let me cry out with all the ardor of my soul: "You, Lord God, are my whole love and all my desire. You are all mine and I am all Yours."
Let my heart expand in love of You. Ket me learn to know how sweet it is to serve You, how joyful it is to praise You, and to be dissolved in love of You.
I will sing the canticle of love to You:
"Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, love is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."
I will follow You, my Beloved, wherever You go, and may my soul never weary of praising You, rejoicing in Your love. Let me love You more than myself and myself only for Your sake; let me love all others in You and for You, as Your law of love commands.
This is Mark’s favorite dessert. I adapted it from a recipe in Cook’s Illustrated; my version is just a bit more healthful and convenient.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly oil or spray bottom and sides of a 9-inch springform cake pan. Line the bottom with parchment paper round. Lightly oil or spray the parchment. Dust pan with flour (bottom and sides) and knock out excess.
Combine dry ingredients. Work fat into dry ingredients, either with fingers or in a standing mixer on low speed, until no large butter pieces remain. Transfer to small bowl and set aside.
Combine flour and baking powder and set aside. In standing mixer, cream fat, sugar, and (if you are using it) salt, until fluffy. Scrape down bowl. Beat in extracts and then eggs. Gradually add flour and beat 20 seconds; then stir by hand until fully mixed. The batter will have cookie-dough consistency. Gently but quickly, so they don’t thaw, fold in the blueberries with clean hands.
Scoop the batter out of the bowl and transfer it to the springform pan, pressing it evenly down into the pan. (Wash those hands! They’re purple!) Sprinkle streusel topping evenly over the batter. Bake about 1 hour until toothpick comes out "clean" (of batter that is — it’s gonna be purple if it speared a blueberry).
Cool in pan on wire rack 20 minutes or so. Then run a knife around the edges of the pan and release the springform sides (cake can remain on pan bottom) and allow to cool until just warm. Cut and serve.
Enjoy. Mark always does…
Math and physics joke thread at Volokh. Here’s one I hadn’t heard before:
Q. What do you get when you cross a grape and an elephant?
A. Grape elephant sine theta.
Q. What do you get when you cross a grape and a mountain climber?
A. You can’t — a mountain climber is a scalar.
Friends will see immediately that this joke is not as elegant as it could be, although it has potential. I suggest two corrections, which can be applied as independent operators.
First, obviously, the correct answer to the first part of the joke is pronounced "magnitude of grape magnitude of elephant sin theta N" — it goes without saying that N is the the unit vector that’s perpendicular both to grape and to elephant, so no need to add unnecessary words by belaboring that point. Anyone who might think the joke is funny will know what you mean.
Second, the whole thing is made better by replacing "grape" and "elephant," respectively, with two objects recognizable as "vectors" — say, a mosquito and a rat.
Don’t you agree?
Here are two more, somewhat similar to each other, that I liked.
Heisenberg is stopped for speeding."Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" asks the cop.
"No. But I know exactly where I am."
***
On a bright red bumper sticker: "If this sticker is blue, you’re driving too fast."
I would have posted one, but somebody had already put up the one about the snakes.
More thoughts on attachment.
Years ago, while nursing my three-week-old baby, I commented to a friend: "One of the nicest things about being the mother of a newborn is that what I naturally want to do is what I’m supposed to do. It’s never been easier to do the right thing by somebody." Before having children I thought of myself as pretty self-centered (still do, really) — I never guessed that someday I would perform with pleasure, for someone else’s benefit, the most objectively un-rewarding tasks.
Last night we watched one of the Neufeld Power to Parent series of DVDs. (I’ve written more on them here, here, and here.) A line jumped out at me: attachment helps you put up with unpleasant smells — and I had a bit of a revelation: It’s attachment that makes it easy to love people.
More precisely, attachment is the natural process that’s designed to make it easy to love others the way we’re called to love them.
That explains a lot, I thought — no, it clarifies. I’ve been thinking about love since two Sundays ago, when the Gospel reading was the famous "Love your enemies" discourse from Luke 6. Love your enemies — really, everybody — and it occurred to me that when Jesus says "For if you love those who love you, what credit is that to you?" you could say that he means, loving those you’re attached to, right? Because it’s easy to act lovingly (like in First Corinthians — patient, kind, not pompous, not inflated, etc.) towards those you are attached to. It’s easy, naturally easy, because attachment does so much to make you disposed to exercise patience, disposed to offer kindness.
Attachment makes it easy to be vomited on repeatedly without shoving your little one off your lap and yelling Yuck!, for example.
"Love your enemies" is the extreme, difficult case — it proves that He means "love everybody" (like in First Corinthians — patient, kind, not pompous, not inflated, etc.) — love all those other people that mean nothing to you or even that you find really unpleasant — in short, everyone that you’re not attached to. People for whom it’s not naturally easy. Never will be. Try to be attached to your enemies (unless maybe you suffer from Stockholm syndrome) and you’re not going to have much success.
Attachment is the natural way that we become disposed to love. The other way, the supernatural way, is through the sacraments.
Luke 6, that same chapter with "Love your enemies," ends with the parable:
I will show you what someone is like who comes to me, listens to my words, and acts on them. That one is like a person building a house, who dug deeply and laid the foundation on rock; when the flood came, the river burst against that house but could not shake it because it had been well built.
Though we affirm they provide supernatural grace (and what is grace but the power to love?), the sacraments touch us where we are by natural means, through the senses. They attach us to Christ (cf. vine, branches). And if they attach us to Christ can they make us both supernaturally and naturally inclined to obey Him? Can it be made easier to love our enemies or even distasteful and annoying people, without feeling loving toward them, through deeply felt sense of belonging to Christ and knowing that it’s what He commands?
You can bring it even more full-circle, I think. Perhaps we can deepen our felt attachment to Christ by making use of the natural attachment instinct.
I am a mother of small children. In my everyday life the sight of a nuzzling, stirring infant, the little hands opening and closing, the little mouth opening and head turning from side to side, pick me up, warm me, give me milk, awakens in me an response that is instant and deep. The response is a real and instinctive, very strong, desire to obey. Can I harness that by contemplating the Infant Jesus? Can I have the same desire to obey His commands?
Jesus, always the same Person, offers many faces to contemplate. There is the Bridegroom; there is the broken and bleeding prisoner that so touched the women of Jerusalem; there is Christ who lays down His life for His friends; Christ who "spoke with authority, not as the scribes;" Christ transfigured, Christ who says "Follow me." To which face do you instinctively respond with the desire to obey?

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