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bookshelf
A Secular Age
by Charles Taylor
Into Thin Air
by Jon Krakauer
Reflections of a Scientist
by Henry Eyring
Sojourner in the Promise Land
by Jan Shipps
People of Paradox
by Terryl Givens
Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light
On The Road With Joseph Smith
Brigham Young: American Moses
Myths of Rich & Poor
Politics of American Religious Identity
I Am America
Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs
Black Saints in a White Church
The Assassin's Gate
The Lord's Question
Dress Your Family in Corduroy...
David O. McKay and the Rise of Modern Mormonism
Why Do Men Have Nipples?
Cry The Beloved Country
Radicals in Robes
Muhammad
The Ersatz Elevator
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
The Austere Academy
Varieties of Religion Today
Dreams From My Father
Lengthen Your Stride
Freakonomics
Rough Stone Rolling
7 comments:
He's so awesome. Someone needs to start a blog about him.
Maybe I'm naive or I've never had kids, but how do you tell between the urine-soaked ones and the messier types without just changing it.
pansie.
sounds a bit like his 'enhanced interrogation techniques' stance, eh?
"i support it as long as i don't have to do it"
then again, J-Law's not into solids (or salads) yet.
David - Well, truth be told, there are times when it's a toss up... but usually there's a distinct smell that tips you off.
Robere - EZ-E hasn't graduated past breast milk either... so perhaps you and I will have to take a wait and see approach on this one.
I can change most diapers, most of the time. But every once in a while I just can't handle it. Last week was the perfect storm, I was feeling a little sick to my stomach, I was hungry and irritable (just got back from church), and Emery was all squirmy. I was going to put her down for a nap but had to change her diaper first. I opened that thing up and the putrid, noxious (learned it in law school) smell caused my eyes to fill with tears and I started dry heaving. Luckily Ali came to the rescue, I honestly don't know what I would have done if I was alone that time.
Men are wusses. I guess I am more of a tyrant than Mrs. Romney because Brian dry heaves and I still make him change the poops, except in times like the story above.
BA - I'll get back to you after E's hit up solids (see above).
Wuss. My husband is pretty good about changing poopy diapers. He did once trick me once by telling me he had something awesome to show me. It was the baby still doing his business. Slow, oozing poop. Ugh.
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