Hammurabi's Code

So for those of you who have forgotten- Hammurabi was the king of Babylon and he was the first king to institute a written law. He wanted people to do the right thing and basically be loyal to him b/c he was a good king and not b/c he was going to kill them if they didn't. Well today- and this is probably not going to be as funny to you as it was to me- I say, "Let me read some of the Laws to you and you can tell me if You think that they are fair or not." She thought that, for the most part, they were all pretty fair. She completely disagreed with the law that stated, "If you are a doctor and you operate on someone and they die- then you will be killed." We both believed that it was a little harsh. Abby said, "Well, what if they died from something other than the operation?" I agreed. Then we got to the one that stated, "An eye for an eye. If you steal something then your hand will be cut off." Abby said, completely serious, "Now that would be bad because he would not be able to open a jar of jelly."
1792 B.C. - "He will not be able to open a jar of jelly."

Tonight we went to Family Visitation at a funeral home in Terrel due to the death of a friend's father. We left the older girls with my mom. They had a blast watching American Idol with my mom...I think she had fun, too.

Anyway- I told Greg that I felt like Abby was talking very openly about some "events" that were really no big deal...but she had not told me about them until today. I think that our "conversational" interactions are occuring, obviously, because our times together are more concentrated. This is a good thing.

I have been thinking about Ellie. She is my almost five year old. One of my good friends mentioned the other day, in our conversation, about how she hated not to put her child in Kindergarten, as opposed to homeschooling, because it is so much fun. I have been thinking alot about that statement because I feel the same way. I remember Kindergarten...I remember Miss Campbell, singing with Mr. Barnes & the smell of the cafeteria. Besides all of that, we live down the street from where me and my brother went to elementary- so that's a little nostalgic. However, when I see how well it seems to be going with Abby...I wonder why it wouldn't be the same with Ellie. And, am I "robbing" Ellie of something...or is that just a cultural lie?

If you do not have kids and you are thinking, "God, all these people think about are their kids and if they should have buttons or snaps." -Well, you're perception is accurate. It's a crazy thing that happens when you are responsible for the molding and shaping of this little person...it's the scariest, most humiliating, most loving thing that we get to be a part of. It's also like having O.C.D. (obsessive compulsive disorder) and a bad case of Night Terrors where you wake up and the beds wet...except- if it's my bed- it's not me that wet the bed...it's the 2 yr old laying next to me...