Sunday, June 28, 2009

Mawwiage is what bwings us togethuh today

I logged into the computer this morning to check up on the latest news (still can't believe Billy Mays died too...they're dropping like flies!) While visiting MSN, I found this link:


As I'm sure most of you are aware, I work in HR. I chose this field primarily because of my interest in social psychology. I enjoy trying to understand how people see things so differently and why they do the different things they do. This is particularly true when it comes to views that are in direct contrast to my personal views and those of the church. So, I followed the link to see why they though marriage should be abolished.

It became very quickly apparent that there was no grand revelation or reasoning behind the plan to scrap marriage, but rather a simple author trying to rationalize her decisions for adultery and divorce. She spends a large part of the article making sure we know she's not afraid of the hard work that would be required to fix her marriage, but in her mind that's beside the point because that's not where the real problem is. The real problem is marriage itself. All she is doing is simply following her genetic preprogramming and moving away from a man-made institution that doesn't fit with her personal views and feelings about modern society.

This reaction is unfortunately not at all uncommon in today's world, and seems to be the favorite argument of anyone trying to rationalize their behavior. In her case, with marriage gone, there is no accountability for her "bad" actions. With no accountability, she's free to do whatever she wants, and no one can say anything bad about her. She can now sleep soundly at night knowing she is a "good" person.

I also find it interesting that the only reason people can think of not to get divorced is "the children." But even that argument is losing ground because the kids don't fit in with the selfish desires of these parents! (and people wonder why kids are the way they are nowadays) Quite frankly it makes me wonder if they truly understand what a parent really is.

Accountability (and marriage if the author had her way), appears to be headed for the same fate as abstinence and monogamy, a lost value with little or no meaning other than a punch line. This denial of accountability coupled with overarching selfishness is, in my humble opinion, the primary contributors to the downfall of society that has taken place in previous historic cultures and is currently taking place in our own.

But, back to the topic at hand, why is marriage necessary? Why do we get married? Or maybe a better question would be: What is the value of marriage? (To speak in the terms of modern culture: What’s in it for me?) Those are big questions, and I've always found that big questions are best answered with stories.

The other day we went to cracker barrel. After dinner I took an antsy Andrew outside to burn off some steam. Being quite hot outside, and having a 1/2 pound of ground beef in my gut, I plopped down into a nice rocking chair in the shade and whipped out my cell phone to play a little bejeweled. Andrew ran to the oversized checkerboard in the sun, and promptly asked me to play with him. After thinking it over I decided I probably should. After a few futile efforts of teaching him the basics of the game we opted for building towers. We were both sweaty and sticky when all was said and done. When Kara put him to bed that night, the last thing he told her was how much fun he had playing checkers with Daddy. I can't tell you how much that really impacts me, and reminds me to continue to act accordingly in the future, especially when I consider how close I was to just sitting back in my shaded chair and letting him do his own thing.

Now, I don't share that to illustrate what a great dad I am. I still have more than I’d care to admit to learning when it comes to being a good dad/husband. But I think it effectively answers the above questions. You see, I might not be able to tell you all the reasons to get married, or for that matter why marriage should even exist (outside gospel principles), but I can tell you I'm a damn better person because of it. If I'm fortunate enough to meet "the Big Guy" in the end, it will only be because of Kara, Andrew, and Grant, and I'll defend that one to the grave!

When it comes down to it, marriage is not easy, it is not fun a lot of the times, it is not pretty sometimes, and it's more work than I ever thought it would be (and that's only after 5 years!), but neither is life, and it is all worth it. It is worth it because it teaches me selflessness. It teaches me accountability. It teaches me respect. It teaches me that sacrifice is more rewarding than personal gratification. It teaches me the true meaning of love. It teaches me who I am. Just as others would seek to abolish marriage because they fear these truths, I embrace it because I fear the absence of these truths in my life. Would I still rather play X-box than clean day old formula out of bottles, take the garbage out, or vacuum goldfish crackers out of the carpet 3 times a day? You better believe it! And I will continue to play, probably more than Kara would like on occasion, but I hopefully will do so with a better understanding of who I am and what I need to do to improve my marriage and myself :).

So, to Kara, Andrew, and Grant: Thank you and I love you guys. You are literally my salvation. To everyone else, married or not, appreciate the difficulties in life, because you are the result of the choices you make, and the more opportunity you have to make big decisions, the greater your potential is for greatness.

Since I can’t have an entirely serious post, here’s a parting clip:

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Back in my day...

As Kara and I watched Andrew watching Spongebob Square Pants we got to talking about how they don't make cartoons like they used to. Back when we were growing up, cartoons actually told a story and generally had some sort of moral or take-away. Now-a-days it's all either dumb jokes or pointless action. I thought it would be fun therefore to run down memory lane for this post and revisit some of the top cartoons of the early 90's. These are the cartoons we can both remember running home from school, dropping the bag on the floor, and turning on the T.V. to catch. (Sometime I'll have to do a post on the really old-school cartoons I watched when growing up...can anyone say He-Man!!!) Vote on your favorite or let us know if there's any we missed.

















Wednesday, June 10, 2009

For the Benefit of family outside of Texas...

We had our first tornado warning tonight. I was quite excited! (I want to see a tornado...not up close, but off in the distance where I'm safe) Sadly, but much to Kara's relief, while Denton is in fact in tornado alley, it's generally a little too north west to get the serious stuff. We still get some pretty good storms though. Here's a couple videos I promised my brother in Utah.


It's a little too quite...


Sound the alarms...


In the bear cage!


Monday, June 8, 2009

A Hard Day's Nap

Today we had to wake Drewbert up from his nap. This almost never happens. He was so out of it that he seemed to think we'd woken him up during the middle of the night. Needless to say, he was not a very happy camper (would you be if someone pulled you out of bed in the middle of the night and tried to force Bruchetta Chicken down your throat!) Kara and I had to try really hard not to laugh at him as he bumped into things and tried very hard to form complete, coherent sentences. This experience got me thinking a little about sleep.

Why is it when I get more sleep than I usually do, I'm so much more tired the next day? Who has a position they have to be in before they can go to sleep? Why is it that I can take a nap while laying on my back, but can't for the life of me go to sleep for the night on my back? Why can I nod off all day (we call it riding the bull because of the wicked head snaps you get when you go limp and whip back up suddenly) but when it comes time to actually sleep I'm wide awake? Have you ever nodded off, only to open your eyes in what you think is a few minutes later only to find out it's time to get up? That's the worst! Conversely have you woken up in the middle of the night fully refreshed and thinking it was time to get up for the day? I love that! What makes some people heavy sleepers while others (such as my lovely wife) bolt upright at the sound of rustling carpet. Kara still accuses me of faking being asleep when babies are crying, an accusation I will fight till my dying day! But of all the quirky things about sleep, my all time pet peeve is waking up 10 minutes before my alarm goes off!

Anyway, I'm off to bed....sweet dreams everybody!


Sunday, May 31, 2009

A little bit lumpy...

After Andrew learned to walk our lives were never the same. I know those of you who never knew Drewbie as a baby will think I'm exaggerating or flat out lying, but Andrew really was a very good-natured baby. We could take him anywhere and he'd be happy just to be there. No crying, no fussing, just smiling and looking around. Even when we stuffed him in a car and drove him 10 hours down to Mesa (Cubs Spring Training) it didn't phase him at all. In fact, he actually enjoyed it!

Baby Andrew rooting the Cubs on in Mesa

Ahhh, those were the good old days. But it seemed like overnight our mild-mannered, well-behaved baby had transformed into a maniacle toddler with one thing on his mind...destruction.

The last thing the poor photographer ever saw was the
pudgy baby feet coming at his head...


We quickly learned that nothing was put up too high or hidden well enough to protect it from Andrew and his new abilities. Our poor DVDs lived (and continue to live) in fear.

The Incredibles were no match for the destructive force of Andrew

Drewbie's destructive force was amplified by the fact that he was up and walking by the time he was 9 months old. It was during this chaotic time when we turned our heads heavenward in supplication. We fervently hoped that child #2 would be a lump, who would just sit there and not bother to run and jump like his older brother. Enter Grant....

This does not bode well...

We actually got, for better or worse, pretty much what we asked for. Grant is our cute little lump. (He made up for this by being very opinionated and stubborn) It isn't all bad though. He enjoys sitting and playing with objects much more than Andrew ever did. It's great to watch him spin a truck wheel or play with blocks, analyzing every little detail. Much to Mom and Dad's relief, both of them will now play in their room alone for extended periods of time (something Andrew only recently started doing, and still doesn't do for very long).

Grant has since learned to crawl. Staying true to the lump reputation, he started off doing the army commando crawl, as you've seen previously...



It took him awhile, but he eventually learned to crawl normally. This past month we found out that he also can stand if he wants to, but most of the time doesn't want to. Once he realizes he's standing he carefully drops back down and will crawl to what he's after.



But it was inevitable I suppose. Our little lump is no more. Grant took his first steps the other day.



I'm sure he and Andrew have been keeping each other up at night plotting new ways to cause mass distruction and histeria in the Nelsen home.
Whatever ends up happening, I'm sure it's not going to be pretty...

Monday, May 18, 2009

Celebration

We had a wonderful time celebrating Grant's birthday yesterday. We're very blessed to have John's parents visiting right now, so Grant got to have grandma and grandpa around for his first party! For Grant's birthday dinner, we had one of his favorites: chicken fettuccine Alfredo. As always, he devoured it! When it came time to open presents, he wasn't too interested in ripping the paper off; it actually seemed to almost make him nervous. However, he does love the actual presents. He got some buses and cars, a ride-on car, a little guitar, and a toy CD player. His favorite things are vehicles and music, so these gifts are a big hit. Present opening was followed by cake destroying. We gave Grant his own little 6" cake and it was so fun to watch him with it. I think he was almost more interested in playing with it than eating it. Oh well! It was lots of fun, I think he had a good birthday. We love you baby Grant!


Not as excited as you would think...


Cars go straight to the mouth, of course.


A giant bus, sweet!


Grant's first cake.


Face first into the cake!


Grant loves cake!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Sweet Baby Grant

Happy birthday to our sweet baby Grant! I can't believe he is already a year old...how time flies! I absolutely adore Grant, he is the sweetest, smiliest, stubbornest little guy around. I knew before he was born that he was going to be stubborn--he just did not want to come out! He lets you know how he feels...and don't try and force something on him, because he won't have it. But he is still so sweet and loving. He just melts my heart. This age is so much fun, but when I look back at him as a sweet newborn, I get a little sad. My baby is no longer a baby, and he just keeps growing so fast!

We love you Grant!