Some footage to show you what a big boy Henry is getting to be!
Please note his amazing Dharma Initiative onesie.
Some footage to show you what a big boy Henry is getting to be!
Please note his amazing Dharma Initiative onesie.
From today’s News & Observer front page.
Parents gather to nurture nonbelief
by Yonat Shimron
RALEIGH — On Sunday mornings, when many of their contemporaries are taking their seats in church pews, a group of young parents mingle in the living room of a suburban home while their children run around playing games.
This congregation of Triangle residents has no creed or ceremony, just a desire to get together and offer each other support for rearing children without religion. Taking their cue from a primer of the same name, they call themselves Parenting Beyond Belief, and they meet nearly every Sunday, in a city park, an indoor playground or in people’s homes.
Americans unaffiliated with any particular faith have grown faster than any religious group according to two recent surveys of the U.S. religious landscape. These “unaffiliated” have doubled in the past 20 years and now account for 16 percent of the population.
Increasingly, they are vocal about their nonbelief and eager to speak out about it.
“No one should be alone in their disbelief,” said Keri Rush, 40, of Wake Forest.
Not everyone in the group is an atheist. Some prefer to call themselves “freethinkers” or “humanists,” or “spiritual but not religious.” Some are even believers. But they share a disdain for organized religion and a desire to rear their children with the tools to think for themselves.
Answering questions
These parents know what it’s like to fumble for the right answer to questions such as “Why don’t we go to church?” and “Is God real?” and they want to share their responses with like-minded parents.
For example, when 6-year-old Evan Spiering announced one day that “God created the world,” his father, Todd Spiering, answered, “Grandpa believes that. Some people believe other things.”
Spiering, 31, a self-employed carpenter who hosted the gathering Sunday, said he wants his three children to question and probe.
“We don’t have to act like we have it all figured out,” Spiering said. “I’m more comfortable not knowing.”
Only Minneapolis had a parenting group for nonbelievers when Dale McGowan, the Atlanta-based author of “Parenting Beyond Belief,” set out to write his book three years ago. Today, there are at least 32 nationwide by his count — the Raleigh chapter being among the most active. A father of three children, McGowan said the idea for the book came to him when his son began asking questions. “I felt like I was shooting in the dark and needed guidance,” he said.
Though only the Raleigh group takes its name from the book, the parenting groups consist of families wanting some kind of community to replace the religious one they left behind or grew up without. At last count, 71 people were on the e-mail list.
This group also wants to provide their children the opportunity to be with children from similar homes. On Sunday, parents ladled a cheesy chicken soup into bowls, while the children noshed on crackers, tortilla chips or sandwiches.
Atheism coming out
It’s not always easy being an atheist. A 2008 Gallup poll found that only Scientologists fared worse than atheists in the public’s views. Both groups ranked at the bottom of the favorability list. Those attitudes are more hardened in the South, where polls show more people identify as religious than in any other part of the country.
“Where I work, I’m not really out as an atheist,” Bruce Harris, 36, a graphic designer who lives in Cary, said during the gathering Sunday. “My boss assumes that everyone around him has some religion. It doesn’t occur to him that there are atheists.”
The group, Harris said, provides him an opportunity to be himself. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells,” he said.
A spate of books by atheists has helped ease some of the loneliness. Best-selling books such as Christopher Hitchens’ “God is Not Great” and Richard Dawkins’ “The God Delusion” have lent some respectability to nonbelievers, and at the least made their existence better known.
But members of the parenting group said they are not as strident as these writers. The Triangle is also home to several atheist groups, including one organized — like the parenting group — at www.meetup.com.
Several parents said they preferred the company of the nonreligious parent group. Whereas atheists are defined by what they don’t believe, members of this group want to be known for their desire to raise caring, responsible, ethical children.
“People think if you don’t believe in God you have no morals,” said Niki Ashmont, a social worker from Zebulon who attended Sunday. “That’s just not the case.”
Today was the first day we used our new reusable grocery bags at the grocery store. Seems strange that this is the first time we’ve eschewed the traditional plastic bags, given my interest in recycling, but I really wasn’t sure how to start. I was a little nervous about the whole process. How do I tell them I have my own bags? How do they know what goes in my bag, and when to use overflow plastic bags? Will they mock me? Etcetera etcetera.
Well, it turned out fine. I was able to pack my own groceries so I packed each one (we have three) very sensibly. We came home with only two plastic bags – they had a sale on meat and chicken so I bagged those separately. And our BOGO cantaloupes came home unfettered. We’re supposed to get 50 green points per bag when we use reusable bags. In looking at my reciept, it appears they added 200 bonus green points (the cashier must have thought we had four bags) and strangely enough, a $10 “Lowes Discount”. I’m not convinced it was for the bags, but I’m not certain it was unrelated, either. I’m not expecting that again in the future, but Woot!
Now next week I’m sure I’ll be making a plea for plastic shopping bags for the kitty litter…
This year we realized my dream of going to the Mt. Olive Pickle Festival. I have been a lifelong fan of Mt. Olive products, and I was excited when we moved so close because my mom used to have to mail jars of their pickles to me when I lived in Texas. Anyway, I was totally excited that they have a Pickle Festival every year and this year we finally made it.
Mom came, and she was such a great help with Henry. We didn’t have our timing exacly figured out, but things went pretty smoothly considering how far we pushed off Henry’s lunch and naptime. It also turned out to be quite hot, in the 90s, so we’re lucky we didn’t melt.
I was a little disappointed about the lack of pickle-ness about the festival. It was your traditional kind of fair, with tons of fair food, a few different stages with bands, carnival rides, a petting zoo and innumberable vendor stands, mostly community stores and services. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, perhaps pickle derbies, or other pickle activities. They did give out free pickles (dill spears and bread-n-butter spears) and they had a booth of Mt. Olive merchandise, too, at which I scored a cool t-shirt and Mom got Henry a bib. I found out later that I had I missed the coolest thing, which was pickle-packing. I can’t believe I missed it – it probably would have made my day! That being said, we did have a really good time walking through the car show and hanging out at the petting zoo.
Here are my favorite shots from our day. (after the break)
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Some of my favorite songs have haunting telephone rings in the background that you can hear if you turn the volume way up. I love that slightly modern incorporation into music.
Life on Mars (David Bowie) 3:52
Steven’s Last Night in Town (Ben Folds Five) 2:54
Know of any other good ones?
A completely random spam email I got this morning at work. I kinda like it.
I’ll take the position
assume the missionary part
you work by committee
you had me pegged from the start.
I’ll be pounce pony
phony maroney
pony before the cart.
I’ll be pounce pony.
this ceremony
only fills my heart.
who cast the final stone?
who threw the crushing blow?
someone has to take the fall
why not me?
a punch toy volunteer
a weakling on its knee.
is all you want to hear
and all you want to see.
romantically, you’d martyr me
and miss this story’s point
it is my strength, my destiny
this is the role that I have chosen.
We had an easter egg hunt in our neighborhood this weekend. Henry was quite prepared for the egg hunt experience.
I think he’s a little too young for sidewalk chalk, but he disagrees.
Our neighbors joined us with their son Sawyer.
And he’s off! Looks like Sawyer is keeping a close eye on the competition.
He loves playing with the eggs, putting them in and out of his basket.
Henry recently got his hair cut. Now he’s sporting the “George Clooney“.
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